Murder Drones One-Shots [Volume One]

It's a Natural Part of You, Biscuit

A/N: Request from @Rand0mDin0 Uzi x N.  IF ANYONE HAS A REQUEST THEY WOULD LIKE TO PUT DOWN, PLEASE GO TO MYSECOND VOLUME OF ONESHOTS ON MY PROFILE IN THE FIRST CHAPTER. I AM FINISHING UPTHE ONESHOTS ON HERE AND THE BOOK WILL BE ENDING SOON, BUT THE SECOND VOLUME ISUP AND MORE ONESHOTS WILL BE POSTED ON THERE.  Anyways, enjoy the fic!

The purple worker stumbled into her residence, clutching her stomach from the pain that followed. She felt like a mess, and she needed a nice, warm shower along with cuddling up in her heating pad afterwards. During the day, she managed to get her period in the middle of class, and instead of it seeming to be only somewhat painful before, this time the pain crushed in on her like a ton of bricks. She felt as if she could collapse and pass out from the pain it was so bad.

Upon opening her door, she saw her murderous boyfriend happily waiting for her on the bed. She felt her...hormones? Do robots even have hormones? Anyways, she felt her hormones take over and became slightly agitated at his presence. Not that she wasn't happy to see him, but more or so the pain was so unbearable she just didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment.

"Biscuit! How was your day?" N greeted her with a kiss on the temple, she only hummed in response while dropping her backpack onto the floor. He wrapped his arms around her and picked the purple worker up, walking over to a chair she had at her desk and setting her down.

"Fine..." Was all Uzi managed to get out. N's visor glitched to a worried expression, he saw her clutching her stomach, digital eyebags gathering up beneath her optics.

"Uzi...are you sure you're okay? You seem a little off...have you not drank enough oil?" His inquiry was made from pure and honest intention, yet Uzi only growled and shot up from her chair.

"I'm fine just leave me alone! God!" She threw her hands up before crossing them over her chest. The male murder drone was slightly taken aback by this, not recognizing it as her normal behavior. Something was wrong.

And if something was wrong, he was going to get to the bottom of it.

N walked right up to her, slapping his hands on either side of the desk she was against, now caging her in. She looked up at him in shock. "No, I don't think I will. Now, tell me what's wrong before I make you tell me what's wrong."

The purple worker gulped, feeling a tinge of excitement between her legs, the pain was still there, but now she seemed a little distracted given her situation. She snapped back to reality, her boyfriend looking at her with desire.

"Bite me." Uzi smirked, and N only shook his head. He whipped his tail around and knocked her off her feet with it, making her let out a yelp and fall backwards into the chair she was placed in beforehand. He bent down onto his knees and lifted her legs, placing them over his shoulders. She began to panic. "Wait-N! Don't!"

She tried to warn him, but as he pushed her underwear to the side, he noticed some kind of cotton with a string attached to it, some black leaking off it. He looked up at her, confused. Her visor was flushed from embarrassment. It's not that she didn't want to keep messing with him, but this only made things worse in her opinion.

"We can't because I'm on my period..."

"Oh...and why is that an issue?" He questioned.

"Well...it's gross? At least that's what we're told anyways."

"It's not gross, Biscuit. It's only a natural part of you, female drones can't control that kind of thing. And besides, despite the resource we get it from, it's still your warm, sweet, oil~." He spoke seductively, before pulling out the tampon with his teeth and diving into her pussy with his tongue. She moaned from both his wet muscle and words, a hand immediately wrapping into his locks, knocking his pilot's cap off in the process.