♥︎ “heyyy your requests are open! can I request period sex with Lucifer? can I also request oral in the story? I’m on mine rn and it’s all I can think about please and thank you ”
Established relationships AU, University AU, Little Space AU
Rated M
Warnings: Period sex (do not read if squeamish) , slight little space (if uncomfortable with this concept, you may not proceed), light smut
Summary: You are a little when extremely stressed and more so when on your period. At least your seven boyfriends were willing caregivers, huh?
A/N: Before we begin, I would like for you to know that Little Space is basically regression of the adult mind back to that of a child. It could vary in severity, and yet it is a form of escapism and/or a stress-coping relief mechanism for all littles out there. In my Tumblr page, no one is judged.
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Now sometimes when you had your period, the only time you can blame your weakass hormones by the way, you would tend to be a bit on the moody side, your boyfriends tiptoeing on egg shells and kicking out the entire frat house to prevent anything from setting you off if you ever traipsed in, clad in thick wool socks and one of their jumpers because you were more susceptible to the cold –and crying, lots of crying –during that time of the month.
Not to mention the underwhelming stress due to the pressure of your post grad baby thesis, you were bound to explode bawling if so much as Holly or Bam or Mickey or any of their loveable furballs starts cuddling into you on the three-way couch.
And today was one of those days, Yoongi pausing from eating you out on top of the washer when he hears your soft sniffles, cat eyes widening a horrified fraction before pulling up your panties and calling out for the other six who were lounging around at home doing shit knows what.
“RED FLAG! RED FLAG! ” He all but yelps covering you up with his hand just as the beginnings of blood leak out, forgetting that you were already clothed.
Once all your bewildered men have gathered around, barefoot and mostly shirtless because of the wild summer heat, they take in your dazed state, brows furrowed until Jimin, ever the gentle observer narrows it down to your… little tendencies.
He crouches down to where you were frantically propped up by Yoongi –on the floor against the washer– and coos. “Aw, is our little baby tired? ”
The seven stand at abrupt attention when you bring a cottoned sleeve to your lip and chew on the edges, nodding slowly, eyes glazed. “Yes, puppah. ”
Shit. The midterms must have really hit you bad.
Mild panic engulfs the entire house as Namjoon barks commands, “Jin-hyung, can you possibly bake her favorite chocolate cake under thirty minutes? ”
The eldest nods furiously and scampers back to the kitchens to do his thing.
The leader turns to Hoseok and the anxious Yoongi next, “Hob-ah, Yoongi-hyung, take charge of her stuffed heat packs and nest area. You know what to do. ”
They nod and just like Seokjin, run to prepare the stuff requested.
“Maknaes, call the school, baby needs at least a day of shut down. After that go help the rest. ” Without another word they rush out as well, following their hyungs.
Namjoon slowly picks you up without much protest from your end, opting instead to bury your nose into the nook of his arm pit, “Namwoon,” you puff, hand poking a muscled chest.
His dimples brighten as he kisses the top of your head lovingly, “Yeah, baby? ”
You flutter your lashes, seeming to think for a moment before you gurgle out a noise and in your fucked out state, you yawn. “Wub oo. ”
“We love you too, baby girl. Now sleep. ”
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Once you come to–that is ten minutes of nap time, you blink blearily at the awful LED clock the frat house kept on the mantle, green lights throwing your sight off and you cry, hugging the stuffed penguin warming your tummy, multiple blankets rumpled from your moving around.
Several footsteps crash through the room.
“Y/N?”
You swivel sideways in an attempt to get up only to fall, and with a frustrated childish huff, open your arms up, hands making twinkly stars, “Oh hewwo. Can I ave sum food, pwease? ”
Strong arms the result of endless gym days and maybe holding you up during group sex carry you to the kitchen where the rest of your boyfriends were, Jimin and Taehyung trailing after their muscled bunny counterpart.
Seokjin’s smile blinds you and you groan hiding away, causing muted giggles to burst forth. “Aw, baby is awake? Here, Jin - oppang baked your favorite dessert! ”
At that you peek at them and when you spot the delectable treat, you do a little happy dance inside Jungkook’s hold, eternally killing your boyfriends with so much cuteness Hoseok nearly passes out beside Taehyung who had pulled up a chair for you to sit on.
Your younger boyfriend deposits you gently before taking the stool next to yours and proceeding to feed you small tolerable bites. “Say ah! ”
“Annnnhhhh! ” Your lips enclose the spoon and pull out slowly, savoring the rest oblivious to the sudden tented pants on everyone present. It is at that moment as you’re chewing that you take note Namjoon isn’t with you and you ask.
They merely shrug severely distracted by your puppy eyes and long, smooth legs.
That’s when Namjoon enters the room and slaps a hand to his forehead, “Okay, you horn dogs, get away from her! ” ushering all your boyfriends out the door – except Seokjin because someone sensible has to watch you “not you Yoongi-hyung, you’re a sex freak” to which the latter pouts but listens anyway and does as told – and wrangle them in a different area just until their boners died down.
Because if there was one house rule, it’s that they weren’t allowed to be sexually intimate with you in any way, shape, or form when you were in your little head space.
That was just plain disturbing.
Anyway. Namjoon comes back only to see you getting rocked back and forth onto his hyung’s lap, a very obvious erection rubbing against your core and he wants to slam his head against the concrete. “JIN-HYUNG WHAT DID I TELL YOU! ” He shouts in mild exasperation “I’m sorry I couldn’t help it! ” his hyung blushes with embarrassment, before hurrying to pull you off from his oldest friend and manhandles you to his bedroom, locking the door.
The shower on the floor above runs –must be Seokjin – and he sighs, running a hand through his brightly colored orange locks while you lay in your back on his bed wearing nothing but Yoongi’s hoodie and a pair of cheeky underwear.
You look to him and grin, “Namwoon - oppa, cuddwles. ”
If he didn’t have the most self control in this house, he would be fucking you right about now.
“I give up, ” he drops down, a giant teddy bear next to you and lulls you until you close your eyes.
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“Unh! Namjoon! ” Your thighs are up in the air while your insatiable boyfriend pistons in and out of you.
You had woken up with a mild head ache and a complete recollection of your episode that you scampered to the edge of the bed.
The big mistake was, your foot got caught on the sheets, accidentally grazing the house leader’s front and now you’re in this predicament.
Once he fills you up, warmth seeping into the condom–they all prefer having you raw on normal days– you pant rolling onto your side. He nuzzles your collarbones, “Did I do much damage while I was being, you know, a little brat? ”
He chuckles. “ A bit. ”
Pouting, you kick him playfully earning a grunt. “You gotta clean up, babe. Period blood isn’t exactly sanitary. Plus your sheets are now ruined. ” You try to tell him but he only blows a raspberry on your armpit.
“Ew, Namjoon! ”
“What? You like doing it to all of us. Had to see what the hype was about. ”
“Not that! I meant I just squirted out blood just now! Couldn’t you feel it? ”
The man peeks at your still joined hoo -has and he has the audacity to smirk. “Well, since we’re dirty anyway, how about messing it up some more? ”
“Ugh, you’re impossible! ”
A knock on the door alerts the both of you until the knob quite literally flies into the opposite wall when someone kicks down the groaning piece of lumber.
“Yah! ” Namjoon gasps.
“You’re being selfish, hyung! We want to play too! ”
And that is how you found yourself coming seven times over and over and over again, really sore and legs feeling like jelly as you are taken on a roller coaster ride.
You just knew your epitaph would read “Here lies the girl who passed away due to a good dicking down on her period”.
Andrea: What if you squirted during period sex? Aria: and just squirted blood all over them? Andrea: That would be so awesome! It would be the single best thing a vagina could do other than give birth.
When life was much simpler and even more difficult, I found myself as a Missed Connection.
The story begins when I was trying to get back to my house in Bed Stuy. Of course, this is New York and the trains here just do whatever the hell they want to and I ended up having to go completely out of my way to get back home.
I did not plan for this journey to be long, so I left the close to full tampon in and knew that by the time I had reached home, there would maybe be spillage, but nothing ridiculous. Now, with my normal schedule rerouted, there I was on the un-air conditioned A train in the middle of a hot ass Brooklyn August day, sitting on the train with very little on and cramps and blood and all the stuff that comes with having an operating uterus.
At one point, I could feel it break. Knowing what my fate would soon be, I did a quick cross check, got up and looked at my seat. I was greeted with a pool of blood that was smeared all over the seat. Mortified, I turned bright red and began planning for my escape of the train.
When the train got to my stop, I burst out the door and ran the fuck home like god-jesus-and the police were coming after me. When I inspected the damage, it was like any 1st-2nd day period massacre and it took an hour to wash my skirt and underwear clean. Blood on my legs, ass-everywhere. It took so much wind out of my sails that day, that I locked myself in my room and hid in my menstrual hut for the next few hours. Later that night, a sympathetic friend took me out and we recounted our worst period stories in full on red wine laughter, leaving the incident behind as just another good cocktail story.
So imagine my surprise when the next day, I got an email from the same friend with a OMG WTF YOU WONT EVEN headline. See, at the time, we were both in shitty jobs that required no thinking whatsoever, thus, we ended up spending a lot of time on craigslist missed connections, casual encounters, and misc romance, because I guess we are humans who are voyeurs and thats that. Imagine my surprise when I clicked on the link to find the following missed connection:
You were bleeding like a stuck pig on the A Train. I was across from you and thought you were so incredibly sexy. I want to drink your blood and make you leave stains all over my house. Contact me at XXX-XXX-XXXX
And that was the night that the lights went out in Georgia.
