"don't push me away." rin mumbles, arms tightening around your waist, his face pressing against the fabric of your sleep shirt. "it's too early for that."
"i need to get up." his dark hair hangs over his features and you find yourself brushing the locs back.
"you smell good." he hums, hugs himself closer, nose poking into the softness of your tummy. there's a tenderness to your flesh that makes you wince at the pressure. rin, of course, picks up on it.
he cracks an eye open, that vibrant teal that always captivates you making you pliant underneath him.
"your period started." fingers dig into your skin, a gentle massage that makes you groan softly. the pain is dull right now, but you know that it'll only get worse. your cramps always peaking around the second or third day before tapering off. rin's touch makes them more bearable.
"shit," you curse, head falling back against your pillows, "i thought it was next week."
your boyfriend hums again, his hands careful as he lifts your shirt up enough to press his lips against your stomach. he's reverent with his kisses, placing them on every inch of skin he can. a soft whine escapes your throat as he moves lower.
"i'll take care of you." the words are mumbled against you, his mouth following the new trail of exposed flesh as he pulls at your waistband. there's slick gathering in your panties, a mix of blood and arousal.
"rin," his name is a warning, a plea, too. your fingers curl into his hair and he groans. his eyes flutter open, pretty lashes kissing his flushed cheeks, his gaze focusing on you. a shudder runs down your spine, a new warmth spreading in your core.
"let me take care of you."
vaporwave
2087
theartofmadeline
