#cyoi

your hormones raged, your cramps felt like you were being stabbed with butter knives, your head throbbed, your back was killing you and nothing you tried to eat tastes how it's supposed to… nothing could make you feel better except for one thing that you hated doing while on your period because of how messy it always got.

“baby…?” your boyfriend cautiously entered the kitchen after listening to you nearly breaking dishes while trying to wash them

“What.” you wince at your own tone, assuming he did too but refusing to turn around. your stomach already felt like it was full of lava and you didn't want to make it worse by seeing someone you love hurt by your own actions

“Would you like some help?” His blanket offer seeming to irritate you further and you leave him to watch your shoulders tense as you simply shake your head no “you sure?” he takes a couple cautious steps closer when you don't respond “i could give you a-“ he reaches forward, knowing you typically respond well to gentle touch “massage?” but your body, having already into full isolation mode, only stiffens as your head whips around to stare at the offending touch. he pulls his hand back instantly and proceeds to back away from you, hands in the air as if you had at gunpoint “oh, ok, ok” he coos as he processes the new reactions.

Having been together for a year he thought he had seen all of your mood swings and changes as you got used to being around each other more, he’s even seen some pretty nasty rage fits, but you had been hiding this from him on purpose. you hated feeling like this, like everything was all so wrong when you know it's just your reproductive system being a whole curse. you had hoped this week would pass smoothly, like it had last month, but lo and behold your boyfriend decided to surprise you with assorted chocolates and flowers on the same day you woke up with a little blood pool in the center of your bed… you tried to reassure him that your mood had nothing to do with him but his insistence that you “relax” just made you feel more wound up as if you had the choice to relax. you continued spiraling while trying to pretend to relax when suddenly you snapped at him and had to go do something else. you don't remember what you said or if you said anything but you felt an oncoming storm of guilt wash over you immediately after you snapped the second time. your head throbs as you rest it in your palms, leaning your elbows on the counter. your boyfriend watches from the other side of the kitchen, feeling useless but still determined to help you relax “princess…” the whispered nickname having an almost immediate effect on you, he holds a pause, allowing you to come down slowly from whatever shitty headspace you're in “can i touch you now?” the hesitation in his voice is another butter knife, you nod and hear the shuffling of his clothes as he gets off the counter and takes a couple steps towards you; gentle, warm hands caress your sides, just above your hip, firmly rubbing circles with his thumbs into tight muscles as you feel the first wave crash down, tears beading against your hands as you bite back a sob “it's ok” you didn't notice how close he was until his lips were on your shoulder, where he had placed his hand prior. you lift your head, feeling like the muscles in your neck had all been replaced by cement blocks, just enough to peak at his face, to see how disappointed he was, but through your tear blurred vision you see him offer a small smile which only makes you cry more as you berate yourself further for hurting those who are just trying to help. he wraps his arms around your middle, carefully rubbing your stomach, and continues kissing your shoulder until you stop crying again. His kisses soothe the burning under your skin as your mind shifts to focus on the feeling of his lips as he travels up your collarbone and hovers on the spot behind your ear. his nose nudges and rubs around your earlobe while he blows air gently onto the side of your face. you feel a small part of you relax enough to move and pick yourself up from the counter, your elbows and wrists cry for a soothing touch, a cry you've gotten too good at ignoring, as you turn in his hold to face him “feel a little better?” your eyes start to well up again as you smush your face into his shoulder and nod

“…i'm sorry…” you mumble into his sweater

“i know” he rubs your back, cradling you as best he can while standing and swaying gently “bad days are the worst” he kisses the top of your head “i forgive you” returning a mumble into your hair.

a few minutes pass in silence as you relax in his embrace, you still feel guilty but now it's more for.. feeling guilty… because that makes sense. At no point does he act at all impatient, instead he simply stands there with you as if he's done it a thousand times before already, waiting for you to give him the signal to go do what he came over to do. while a sharp inhale you lift your head again and your watery eyed, tragically pouty expression is instantly met with a bright smile and a kiss on the cheek “how about now?” you think no because your mind is still all storm clouds but nod yes when you feel how light your body is after crying. His smile brightens and cradles your face in his hands, gently massaging your cheeks and temples with his thumbs as his chest swells with newly awoken emotions. “Do you wanna take a shower?” ulterior motives aside, he knew the only way to get you to relax was to submerge you in a hot bath but your apartment doesn't have a bathtub and he doubts you are stable enough to leave, even if it's a quick trip to his place. you nod again, eyes glistening at the prospect of being bathed by loving hands, the thought would make you start crying again if he hadn't started moving the moment your lip quivered.

he sits you on the toilet “don't move '' he says firmly before leaving a kiss on the top of your head and running the shower. you watched the mirror fog up with steam while he watched you, noting every minor change in your expression as a thousand thoughts run through your mind. he didn't fully understand why this month was so vastly different to all the other months he's spent with you but he was determined to help you feel better because he knew this wasn't how you wanted to be seen. once the water temperature was appropriate he stripped quickly, your attention being yoinked from the foggy mirror when he tosses his balled up clothes at the sink. he chuckles at your scowl as his clothes had knocked over a couple things “sorry~” his sing-songs with a cringe as he pulls you in for a kiss, hands traveling under your shirt and pulling it over your head when you part “stand up” you feel a sense of relief at the sudden realization that you've finally found someone that's willing to be so patient with you, so gentle “babe, your foot” he looks up at you from the floor, you breathe a laugh as you hadn't even noticed your jeans getting undone, feeling a little ridiculous at how spacey you've gotten. he keeps his hands on your as he stand back up, fingers digging into your hips slightly as he uses you to stay stable, you feel a little closer to reality with every little touch in the increasingly steamy room and make a mental note to thank him properly later, maybe you'll cook him dinner.

you stand under the hot water, breathing the steam and willing it to ease your stress while you feel your boyfriend's hands massaging your favorite body wash over every inch of tired muscle. your eyes follow his every move, especially when he helps you lean against the shower wall so he can lift your legs individually, scrubbing close to your aching core but not touching it until you give him permission. everytime he gets near it he peaks up at you, gauging your level of peace by the size of your pout. “all clean” he teases when returning his arms to your waist, loving how you lean into him. you turn your head just enough to stare non-threatening daggers into his eyes and make him chuckle “oh? Are we not done?” he unsuccessfully bites back a smile as you scowl at him, rolling your eyes at him “ok~ alright~” he feigns the same caution he took earlier while he props you against the wall and takes the shower head down before kneeling in front of you and lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. your shower head wasn't the fanciest but it did have 6 different settings and one of them was by far your favorite. “Are you ready?” He looks up after speaking and can't help but laugh and leave a kiss on your thigh when he sees you already nodding profusely.

you gasp when you feel the water on your clit, rushing past your lips and hitting the most sensitive spots on your poor pussy. More of his gentle kisses follow the same path as the water, along your lips but focusing on your clit, as his eyes are locked onto your face, watching for the slightest changes, the most silent warning sign that he needs to stop, but it never shows. Instead he sees you bite down on your lip, eyebrows furrowing as you reach out for him, his hand, his hair, whatever you touch first. He brings your hand to his head, loving the way you instantly weave your fingers into his hair to pull his face closer. the combined temperature and pressure of the water dulls the hypersensitivity from your period as he aims it at your hole while sucking your clit into his mouth. never having been a very verbal person you let out what you'd consider a pretty loud moan, though you initially assumed he hadn't heard, your whimpering only served to spur him on as he rubs the showerhead against your pussy and rapidly licks your already swollen clit. your orgasm takes you by surprise when it hits, your vision going black momentarily as you find it difficult to open your eyes, the next thing you know your boyfriend is drying you off with a hot towel while you sit on the sink counter.

“baby…” you mumble, pouting again and wanting to apologize properly but his eyes meet yours and you know it'd be useless “thank you…” he smiles again and your heart flutters

“you're welcome princess,” he winks and leans in for another kiss.

the rest of the night passes with you wrapped in his arms and a large fuzzy blanket as you pick through the chocolates and admire the flowers while his wandering hands keep your mind where it needs to be.