Warnings: 18+, MDNI. Period sex, cunnalingus, messy messy bootsss
! Ellam Yua's Pod: This is Denji from CSM pt.2. I cater my fics to black audiences! but there are no defining features mentioned.
WC: 868
Art credits are in the ALT text!
Denji's whole entire schtick almost revolved around getting a girlfriend and having sex.. and getting to touch her tits, too.
But now that he actually had a girlfriend and some sort of grasp on female anatomy, one thing that truly captured his attention was the menstruation cycle. Now, Denji knows that most dudes and even some girls feel grossed out by it. Denji just wants to taste it.
So why not try it with the first girl who ever reciprocated his feelings and is also sexy and is also his girlfriend: you. He asked at first and your response was no because "it's nasty." Psh.
Nasty? He oughtta knock some sense into whoever put that stigma around periods. Another dream of his shot down prematurely.
And then a miracle happened.
Denji was just casually checking in on the love of his life during her period only to find you curled into yourself with a lingering dread hanging over your body. He asked why you looked so down. In simple words, you were having absolutely awful cramps.
At first, Denji laid with you and rubbed your back and tummy where you said it hurt. He tried to touch you and you simply shot him down, much to his dismay.
Then he pulled out his phone with the ultimate defense: orgasms help women with period cramps and makes them feel better. You couldn't deny facts, but here you are again claiming it's weird. Denji rolled his eyes as this was the fifth claim of disgust ever since he brought it up. He ignored you this time, instead pulling you to straddle his hips where he lay on the mattress.
"You keep sayin' that, girl." He grumbled, pouting his lips as he gripped your plump ass cheeks between his hands and gave a firm slap with his right hand. "You forget I'm a devil, honey? I bet you'd taste like heaven when you're all bloody and stuff."
Denji let out another needy sigh, spreading the jiggly globes apart and burying his face in your tits.
He didn't wait for permission. He sat up, pulling your shorts and panties down enough to expose your wet, bloody cunt. He purred with delight, pulling your panties off and throwing them off somewhere to the side. Denji guided your hips to his face, forcing you to sit on his tongue. His chest rumbled with a moan as he started to lick and suckle your oozing cunt, his nose and mouth becoming stained with red from the blood and clots seeping out of your delectable pussy.
His animalistic growls and satisfied groans. Your hips ground down against his face. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, a giddy chuckle leaving him when he met your flustered gaze.
"Weren't you just sayin' all this is gross and icky?" He muffled against your cunt, almost as desperate as you were to keep the metallic, salty taste on his tongue. "Y'ain't complaining no more, are ya?"
A shaky moan fell from your lips as your hands flew up to grip the headboard.
"Y-Yes..." You gasped, eyes fluttering shut. "But--"
"'But?'"
"But no guy wants to eat their girlfriend out on her period."
Denji raised an eyebrow, his hands sliding from the soft cushion of your ass to grip your plush hips instead.
"Yeah? Cuz they're pussies." He grumbled and laughed at the irony. "They scared of a little blood? Well, you're lucky cuz ya got me." He emphasized his words by tonguing the hardened bud of your clit, drawing out a gasp from your parted lips. "I wanna taste anything that comes outta you. You just taste so good. Smell so good. I can't help myself."
Your head bobbed dumbly to agree with all of his senseless babbling. Your focus had gone entirely to the feeling he was providing you, the building pressure in your tummy that felt so good it almost hurt.
His lips kissed up against your folds, suckling the clear juices mixing with the blood dripping down his cheeks.
Denji reached up to press a hand down on your lower back, forcing your hips down onto his face to stop you from jerking away.
Your timid attempts at running away from his tongue only drew him in further. He pinned you down against his face until you weren't even sure if he was breathing or not.
The answer was given when you came, diluting the bloody mess on his face into a blushing pink, effectively hiding the tinge of red on his own face against the smear of blood around his mouth, dribbling down his chin as he hungrily suckled your warm, spasming cunt. Once your body stilled above him, he pulled away with a needy gasp for air, his hands trembling against your soft skin.
"Are you okay?" You asked, startled by his lack of steady breath intake. "Goodness, bro, get some air."
"That was worth not breathing for." He said with a layer of dismissal on his tone. He grabbed your hips and turned you over on the bed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and climbing over you eagerly. "Let me do it again. I'll clean you up this time."
I hate periods. Fucking hate them. But sometimes it feels like I don't have the right to complain. So, I guess imma give some love to those whose symptoms might not get attention.
Obviously, sympathy to those who get debilitating cramps. I'm lucky mine are average.
Shout out to those who have mental disorders who symptoms get worse with their periods. My depression and anxiety always seem to spike when I'm on mine.
Shout out to those with chronic illness who get flare ups and worse symptoms when on their period.
Shout out to those who are like me who get upset stomachs and digestion problems when on their period. I know for me, it feels like having a stomach bug on a good day. I've had times where I've questioned if I ate something bad because my stomach is rolling like it did that one bout of food poisoning I got. (It was minor food poisoning, don't worry)
Shoutout to those who get strong cravings, but I also want to shout out to those who lose their appetite or desire to eat when on their periods. Sometimes, I feel like I'd rather die than eat anything.
Shout out to those who experience hot flashes. I don't get them often, but they suck when I do.
Shout out to anyone who gets a period. There are so many symptoms we don't talk about that make things suck.
Your issues are valid. Even if they aren't the ones mainly talked about. Even if they aren't "severe enough." Even if you can function fine but are still experiencing discomfort. You are valid and your discomfort or pain is valid. You can complain even if you aren't one of the people who get extreme cramps. It's okay. You are valid.
All the love and sympathy to you.
Feel free to reblog with any other symptoms you experience that people don't seem to talk about.
(And sorry if this seems too much like a vent. I am, probably obviously, on my period and suffering.)
So, I didn't have a good day today and I tell you why.
So I am on my period. That already sucks. I sadly am the kind of person who has really bad bleeding at the first day, and so I HAVE to change my pad at work multiple times if I don't want to bleed through.
Where do you put pads? Into the bathroom trash can. Please not that my boss doesn't provide trash bags OR hygienic bags, so they are kinda lose. So I wanted to put my pad away...
The trash can was beyond full. So I took it downstairs to put into the bigger trash can. That one was also kinda full, but I had no other choice but to squeeze it in with the lid so that I have a place to put my stupid pads.
So I do this, go back upstairs, have room for my pads now and two hours later my bosses wife calls me (his house is literally below the office, he owns the building).
And she gets so mad at me for daring to put my pads into the big trash can while it is full and that they fell towards her when she opened the lid. The lid, mind you, was not even fitting on the trash can anymore so she KNEW that it was overfull!
I told her that the bathroom trash can was full and I had no other choice. I have to put my pads somewhere after all. But instead of offering me a solution or saying stuff like "Oh, maybe we should put hygienic bags into the bathroom.", she deeply shamed me for basically having my period.
So sorry that I am NOT at menopause at 40, you stupid bitch of a wife! I wish I wouldn't go through that ordeal every month!
I wasn't having any arguments so I just sat through her tirade and when she was done, I was sitting in the office and just wanted to cry. For the rest of the day I felt a deep shame each time I had to look at my bloodied pads and change them, even at home.
Like, I get it, it is not nice seeing used pads, but after having literally no other options but to put them loosely into the trash can and stuffing them into the only trash can which also is already overflowing, I am really upset about being shamed for having to use pads and change them?! Like, I would have been ok with it if she was civil about it, but it really sounded like "How dare you have your period and how dare you bleed so much that you need to change your pad every hour?!"
I am already suffering enough from this thing, and now I feel like a complete and utter failure for having badly bleeding periods! Like the nerve?!
