Cam eating you out while you’re on your period? You know he’d be all about the mess
A/N: Reader has a pussy. Menstruation.
Practically A Doctor
The room was quiet other than your quiet whines every so often, the ache in your stomach making your whole body tense in pain. Owning a uterus could really suck sometimes, it wasn’t something you appreciated.
Cam had noticed you hadn’t been to see him today. He wouldn’t admit he was worried, he’d say he’s upset he didn’t get any treats today. He was worried, more so when he saw you curled up on the bed, face buried in your pillow. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen you like this, but it didn’t make the sight any less pitiful.
He stepped into the room and said quietly, trying not to spook you, “Not feeling good, Spicy?”
You jumped a bit at his voice but didn’t move to look at him. Just shook your head.
He took note of the room. You had your usual stuff, all kinds of snacks and drinks on the nightstand so that you wouldn’t have to move throughout the day, a heating pad you had placed to the side for the time being. He’s quiet for a moment.
“You know, I think I read somewhere that sex helps.”
You respond with a groan. “Cam…”
“What?” He answers with faux innocence. You weren’t looking at him, but you could feel him smirking, feel as the bed dipped as he sat on the edge, feel his rough hand run along your thigh. “I’m serious! It was something about endorphins and blood flow. Real science-y stuff.”
You scoff. “Oh and you’re so science-y.”
“Practically a doctor, Spicy.”
You finally shift to peek at him. “You’re stupid.”
“I’m a good boyfriend.” His face softened. “Come on. It’ll make you feel better and be fun at the same time.
You go to argue again, but his lips on your neck make you pause. “Let me help you.” And you hesitate, you do, but who are you to deny him? So you shift a little closer, allow your hands to reach for him.
That’s all the permission he needed, and Cam’s hands are already shoving down your pants.
“Wait, Cam, the bed!”
He leaves one more kiss to your jaw before lowering himself down your body. “It can be cleaned.”
Shoving your thighs apart, he took a second to admire the sight of you squirming, your pussy on display, blood and juices mixing together just waiting for him.
He lowered himself and allowed his tongue to lick slowly through your folds, a soft groan escaping him as he savored the taste.
The gasp you let out spurs him to continue, and he allows his lips to make full contact with your sloppy cunt. He doesn’t hold back, and he eats you out like you’re the meal he’s been starving for.
You feel his tongue lap up your blood, feel his fingers enter you as he moves to suck on your clit. A hand tangles itself in his hair and you find yourself pushing his face deeper. He grunts but doesn’t resist.
The sensitivity caused by your cycle amplified everything you were feeling, every touch from Cam was like lightning on your skin, and you were going to come.
“C-Cam!”
He doesn’t move, but he pumps his fingers faster and focuses on harsh licks.
You finish when you look down and make eye contact with him, blood smeared around his lips and cheeks, looking like he didn’t give a damn about it. Your back arched as Cam curled his fingers and gave one last harsh suck to your sensitive nub.
Cam stayed between your legs, fingers not moving, until you finally came down from your high. Cam sat up, removing his now-red fingers from your pussy and bringing them up to lick them clean. He looked at you as he did it, and when he was done, he asked, “Well? Feel better?”
You were still panting a bit, your heart rate still trying to slow down, but you nodded. You meant it too. For the moment at least, you weren’t feeling the pain.
He smirked. “See? Practically a doctor.”
