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(g!p) ryeji : i thank you

published september 30, 2024. 3545 words
au
yeji g!p
ryujin pov.

I hate being a girl.

Women have to undergo childbirth, mood swings, gender-based bullshit, and stupidest of them all, menstruation because we didn't get pregnant. The strongest ladies can endure pregnancy, but I definitely cannot. Fuck that.

This week is my cycle, and I'm not having it especially today.

It's the second day, which means, without a doubt, it's the heaviest flow. As soon as I woke up, I braced myself for a long day and eternally hoped my girlfriend wouldn't get on my nerves in some stupid way.

And thankfully, she didn't. It was actually the opposite.

She shook my nerves with the utmost care.

"Oh, my God," I complain. Non-stop groaning. I pull up the covers to remain warm while I shift around, trying to find the perfect angle so my spasms can't be as sharp. "Oh, my God. I'm gonna kill myself. Now." I curl into a fetal position, rubbing my face as a muffled scream escapes into my hands.

A minute later, somebody opens the door and it was my girlfriend, Yeji.

I open my arms up wide. "Yeji. Yeji, come here."

"Ryujin, what's wrong? You're crying so loud I can hear out of my headphones." Yeji approaches the bed and hovers on top of me still on her feet, allowing me to embrace her.

"I'm cramping so bad. It hurts. It hurts. Fix it," I beg in a cry. "Please?"

"What?" she questions, entirely unaware it's the end of the month. "Baby, you didn't tell me that it was this week."

"Well, it is this week and it's so annoying."

She rolls onto the other side of the bed and nears me. Sneaking under the covers, she hushes my whining. "You know, I know a way you can get rid of it."

"What is it?"

She sticks her front onto my thigh, sizzling arousal with her peculiar movements. Like a spiraling dog.

"Oh, gross! Get away!" I shout, shoving her shoulder violently off of me. "I don't want to see you now." It didn't exactly bother me, but it definitely caught me off guard, leaving me momentarily stunned. I knew she would do something like that.

"No, I'm kidding! I'm just joking, baby." She pulls me back into her arms, her touch sweet and apologetic, using affection to make up for her "joke." "I didn't mean it. Well, I kind of did, but—"

"Shut up." I cover her mouth and press her backward again rather aggressively. "You weirdo."

"But you like it," she purrs a soothing song, inching her hand into the front of my pants.

Yes, I do like it.

I don't know what came over me—maybe it was the rage relentless cramps bring me or just the thought of her trying to touch me when I'm already at my lowest.

Without thinking, I elbowed her, sending her back.

"Stop it!" I yell, turning onto my back, my glare sharp as I face her.

"Oh, shit. Sorry," she surrenders in a low mutter. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me. Um, just— I'll go back." She runs her fingers through her hair as she leaves the room, shutting the door softly.

I sighed and cupped my eyes, retreating into the quiet darkness. The light from the window still poured in, marking the early afternoon, but it felt like the day had dragged on forever. Just in my bed.