pairing — undercover prince satoru x servant reader
synopsis : satoru is many things: a crown prince in disguise, a so-called eunuch draped in silk and secrets, and entirely too clever for his own good. but when you appear in the middle of palace chaos—calm, competent, and wholly unimpressed—satoru finds himself watching a little too closely. you cure what the court physicians couldn’t, ask the wrong questions with the right kind of precision, and somehow manage to look like you belong everywhere and nowhere at once. he tells himself it’s curiosity. it’s duty. it’s absolutely not personal.
but then again, inconvenient things rarely are.
tags — oneshot, apothecary diaries au, fluff, humor, slow burn, sexual tension, secret identities, enemies to lovers, royal court politics, witty banter, eventual smut
a/n: dropping this 3.2k teaser before finals devours me like a cursed koi in a reflecting pond. i am but a humble court scribe flinging words into the wind before academia drags me kicking and screaming into its gilded dungeon. this week will be pain. this week will be suffering. this week will be caffeine, tears, and the haunting echo of “you should’ve started studying earlier.”
to my beloved bbs—my ride-or-dies, my imperial council of enablers—i will miss you terribly. i’ll crawl back next week, dehydrated but victorious. until then… read well, thirst responsibly. TAGLIST IS OPEN, COMMENT IF U WANT TO BE ADDED
a calamity of cosmic proportions had just befallen the imperial court—or so the wrenching sobs reverberating through the silk-draped pavilion would have you believe.
a hairpin, delicate as a poet’s ego, had snapped clean in two, its jade heart fractured like the dreams of a dynasty on the wane. the air thrummed with tragedy, thick with the scent of jasmine oil and the faint, acrid tang of ink from a nearby scholar’s overturned pot, as if the universe itself had taken offense at the ornament’s demise.
at the pavilion’s heart, satoru held court like the star of an imperial opera, his presence a spectacle of calculated excess.
“it is truly a heartbreak of craftsmanship,” he intoned, cradling the broken shard as if it were a soldier felled in a war only he had the imagination to mourn. the jade caught the morning light, refracting it into mournful glints that danced across the lacquered floor—enough sorrowful symbolism to inspire three ballads, a minor diplomatic incident, and at least one overwrought ode penned by a lovesick scribe. “this was no mere ornament, madam. this—this was a poem carved in bone and stone, an elegy to elegance itself.”
the concubine, lady mei, sniffled with the fervor of a stage heroine, her silk sleeves fluttering like moth wings as she dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief monogrammed in gold thread. each sob was a performance, perfectly pitched, as if she’d rehearsed it in front of a mirror. her powdered cheeks glistened with artfully placed tears, and the faintest smudge of kohl at her eyes suggested she’d mastered the art of crying without ruining her face.
satoru sighed, the sound heartfelt and entirely performative, a maestro playing to an audience of one. he tilted his head just so, pale hair spilling over his shoulder like moonlight cascading over porcelain, catching the light with a shimmer that felt choreographed.
a breeze curled through the open lattice, lifting the hem of his embroidered robes with such enviable timing it seemed less nature’s doing and more the work of a bribed servant sliding a screen open at precisely the right second. with satoru, either was plausible—nay, probable.
behind him loomed suguru, a study in austere black, hands clasped behind his back with the rigidity of a man bracing for chaos. his expression was carved from stone, all sharp angles and weary resignation, as if he’d been sculpted to endure satoru’s theatrics for eternity. his hair, tied with habitual neatness, let a few rogue strands graze his cheek, like even his appearance knew better than to fully relax in such company.
his gaze skimmed the scene, heavy with the exhaustion of a man who’d watched this exact farce, with only slight variations in props, more times than the palace cats had stolen fish from the kitchens.
“perhaps,” satoru declared, raising the jade fragment aloft as if offering it to the heavens for judgment, “we must mourn it properly. a vigil, steeped in moonlight? a commemorative tea ceremony, with cups etched in sorrow?”
“a funeral pyre,” suguru muttered, voice dry as the desert beyond the red cliffs. “i’ll fetch the kindling. maybe some incense to mask the absurdity.”
satoru ignored him with the serene grace of a man who’d long since perfected the art of selective hearing, his eyes never leaving lady mei’s trembling form.
“fear not, my lady,” he vowed, dropping to one knee with the flourish of a knight swearing fealty in a tale spun by drunken bards. he clasped her hands, his fingers cool and deliberate, adorned with a single ring that glinted like a conspirator’s promise. “i shall find a replacement—more exquisite, more divine, more… unbreakable. yes, even if i must scour every silk merchant, every jade carver, every whispering bazaar between here and the red cliffs, where the winds themselves sing of lost treasures.”
he let the silence stretch, heavy with portent, as if the gods themselves were taking notes. lady mei gasped, her breath catching like a plucked zither string. a single tear traced her cheek, glistening like a dew-drop on a lotus petal—a prop so perfectly placed it deserved its own stanza.
mission accomplished. satoru’s lips twitched, the faintest ghost of a smirk, gone before anyone but the narrator could catch it.
behind them, suguru pinched the bridge of his nose with the slow, methodical frustration of a man who knew it would do nothing but give his fingers something to do. his sigh was a silent prayer to deities who’d clearly abandoned him long ago.
when the theatrics finally subsided—lady mei comforted, her handkerchief sodden, the jade fragments swaddled in silk like relics of a forgotten saint—satoru glided from the pavilion with the poise of a swan who knew exactly how devastatingly beautiful he looked mid-stride. he trailed perfume, a heady blend of sandalwood and smug self-satisfaction, curling behind him like incense smoke in a temple to his own ego.
suguru followed, a silent shadow with a scowl etched so deeply it might’ve been carved by a jade artisan. his boots clicked against the stone tiles, each step a muted protest against the absurdity he was forced to endure.
once they slipped beneath a carved archway into a quieter corridor, the performance peeled away like silk robes sliding over lacquered floors. satoru’s spine straightened, the exaggerated flourishes vanished, and he walked with the easy, unyielding grace of a man born to command palaces and bend power to his will.
the air here was cooler, scented with wisteria and the faint, medicinal bite of herbs drying in a distant courtyard, their bitterness a sharp counterpoint to the corridor’s polished serenity.
“what?” satoru asked, eyes gleaming with faux innocence as he adjusted the sapphire-studded sash at his waist, the fabric whispering against his fingers. “i was being helpful.”
“you were being ridiculous,” suguru replied, his voice flat as the surface of a frozen lake, though a faint twitch at his jaw betrayed the effort it took to keep it that way.
“ridiculously helpful,” satoru corrected, flashing a grin that could outshine the emperor’s polished jade throne. he flicked open his fan with a snap, the painted silk catching the light like a peacock’s tail, waved it twice, then forgot it entirely, leaving it to dangle like an afterthought.
suguru shot him a sidelong glance, more sigh than stare, the kind of look that carried the weight of a thousand unspoken retorts.
now that the mask had fallen, subtle details sharpened into focus: the glint of satoru’s ceremonial earrings, small but forged from gold so pure they whispered of plundered kingdoms; the way his sleeves, just a touch too long, brushed the corridor’s tiles with a soft, deliberate drag, like a painter’s final stroke; his hair, nearly waist-length, swaying like a silk banner unfurled for a procession, catching the latticed sunlight in a cascade of silver.
“a hairpin emergency,” suguru deadpanned, his voice slicing through the air like a blade through silk. “you skipped a logistics meeting—where, might i add, we were discussing grain shortages—for a hairpin emergency.”
“it was tragic. deeply symbolic. that hairpin was the fragility of desire itself, suguru,” satoru said, his tone lofty, as if lecturing a particularly dense pupil. he gestured with the fan, now remembered, its arc as grand as a courtier’s bow. “a metaphor for the fleeting nature of beauty, shattered in an instant.”
suguru glanced skyward, seeking divine intervention from a heavens that had long since stopped answering.
the corridor stretched before them, vermilion pillars rising in regal procession, their surfaces carved with dragons that seemed to smirk at the absurdity below. sunlight filtered through the screens, painting latticed shadows that danced over the tiles like a secret script only the palace walls could read.
“and your grand plan to unravel the true nature of court politics,” suguru said, each word measured, “involves… hosting interpretive grief sessions for concubines over broken accessories?”
“the best disguises become second nature,” satoru replied, winking with the confidence of a man who’d never doubted himself a day in his life. “besides, would you rather i play the stuffy prince, droning on about grain quotas and tax ledgers?”
suguru didn’t respond, which, to satoru, was as good as a standing ovation.
they turned a corner, the air shifting as they passed a courtyard where a fountain burbled, its water catching the light like scattered pearls. a pair of palace cats, sleek as whispers, darted across their path, their eyes glinting with the smugness of creatures who answered to no one.
a servant, her robes the muted gray of dawn, bowed deeply as they passed, her gaze fixed on the floor, though the faintest tremble in her hands suggested she’d heard the hairpin saga and was bracing for its inevitable sequel.
and beneath it all, beyond the red walls and silk screens, something stirred. not fate—not yet. but close, like the first ripple on a still pond, or the faintest creak of a palace gate left ajar.
for now, there was only satoru, strutting like a peacock in the emperor’s garden, his voice lilting, his feathers flashing in the sunlight—and suguru, the poor bastard doomed to trail him, shoulders squared, expression grim, half a pace behind like the world’s most disapproving shadow, forever caught in the orbit of a star that burned too bright to ever dim.
the palace hummed with a frenetic buzz—not the charming, festival-lanterns-and-rice-wine kind, where moonlight glints off sake cups and laughter spills like cherry blossoms, but the swarming, fretful, everyone’s-talking-and-no-one’s-hearing kind that screamed someone important was either sick, scandalized, or both.
lucky for the court, it was a two-for-one special: the emperor’s favored concubine, lady hua, had taken ill, and the whispers swirling through the vermilion halls were ripe with intrigue sharp enough to cut silk.
it began with fainting spells, delicate as a willow branch snapping under snow. then came the headaches, each one described with the reverence of a poet lamenting lost love.
by the time rumors slithered to satoru’s ears, the court physicians had added skin lesions to the list—delicate ones, naturally, because heaven forbid a woman of the inner court suffer anything less than poetic. “female temperament,” the physicians declared with the smugness of men who’d never questioned their own brilliance, waving it off as a trifle. “probably just the summer heat, thickened by her delicate constitution.”
maybe it was. maybe it wasn’t. but satoru was bored—a state as dangerous as a spark in a lacquered pavilion when paired with his curiosity and the kind of power that hid beneath shimmering silk like a blade in a jeweled sheath.
he sprawled across a divan like a cat claiming its throne, pale hair spilling over the brocade cushion in a cascade that caught the lantern light like spun silver. “i want to see her,” he said lazily, one hand dangling over the edge, fingers brushing the cool jade inlay of the table beside him.
the air carried the faint sweetness of osmanthus from a nearby brazier, undercut by the sharp bite of ink drying on a discarded scroll.
suguru didn’t look up from the scroll he was pretending to read, arms crossed over his dark robes like a disapproving older sibling teetering on the edge of committing murder by eye-roll alone. his hair, tied with a cord of black silk, gleamed faintly in the slanted light, as if even it resented being dragged into satoru’s orbit.
“the emperor hasn’t summoned you,” he said, voice flat, though the faintest twitch of his brow betrayed his dwindling patience.
“that’s the beauty of being a fake eunuch,” satoru replied, already rising with the fluid grace of a dancer who knew every eye was on him. his robes—silver threaded with blue embroidery, obnoxiously tasteful—shimmered like moonlight on a still pond, the hem brushing the polished floor with a whisper. “every door swings open if you smile just right and flash a bit of charm.”
suguru exhaled through his nose, a sound that carried the weight of a thousand unspoken curses. “your highness, court gossip is beneath your station.”
“nothing is beneath my station when i’m playing eunuch,” satoru chirped, swiping a rice cake from a lacquered tray as he sauntered toward the door. he popped it into his mouth, the sesame seeds crunching faintly, and shot suguru a grin that was equal parts mischief and menace. “in fact, it’s half the fun.”
and just like that, he was gone, robes flaring behind him like a comet’s tail, leaving a trail of sandalwood perfume and impending chaos.
suguru muttered a curse under his breath—something about peacocks and their inevitable reckoning—and followed, because someone had to keep the idiot from plummeting headfirst into disaster.
what they found at lady hua’s quarters was chaos distilled into a single, suffocating room. maids scurried like ants fleeing a crushed nest, their silk slippers whispering frantically against the floor.
physicians argued in hushed but venomous tones, their sleeves flapping like indignant birds, while someone—likely a junior attendant—sobbed into a brass basin, the sound muffled but piercing. the air reeked of camphor, sharp and medicinal, tangled with the cloying sweetness of sandalwood incense and the sour undercurrent of barely-contained hysteria.
a breeze from an open screen carried the faint tang of lotus blossoms from the courtyard, but it did little to ease the oppressive weight of the room.
satoru leaned against the doorframe, one hand languidly fanning himself with a jade-inlaid fan, its painted silk fluttering like a butterfly’s wing. the other hand rested lightly on the fan’s hilt, fingers tracing the carved dragon as if it might whisper secrets.
he looked like a man at the theater, idly amused by a tragedy he had no stake in—and to be fair, he was. his eyes, sharp as a hawk’s beneath their lazy half-lids, scanned the room with the casual precision of someone who missed nothing.
then his gaze snagged on something—or rather, someone.
you.
in the heart of the maelstrom, you were an island of calm, steady and still as a stone in a raging river.
you weren’t dressed like a physician—no embroidered insignia, no silk badge pinned to your belt like the pompous healers squawking nearby. your robe was simple, utilitarian, the color of weathered slate, its sleeves pinned up past your elbows to reveal forearms smudged with the faint green of crushed herbs.
you crouched beside lady hua, movements quick, efficient, precise, as if the chaos around you was merely background noise to be tuned out. the room bent around you, maids and physicians alike giving you a wide berth, like you were the eye of a storm they dared not cross.
satoru straightened, just a fraction, the motion so subtle it might’ve gone unnoticed by anyone but suguru. his fan slowed, the silk shivering in the pause.
“who’s that?” he murmured, voice low, the words curling like smoke as he tilted his head, pale hair slipping over his shoulder like a waterfall of moonlight.
suguru had already clocked you, his arms now crossed tighter over his chest, the dark fabric of his robes creasing under the pressure. his jaw tightened, a flicker of suspicion in his eyes. “not a court physician. not officially,” he said, each word clipped, as if he resented having to state the obvious.
“well,” satoru said, his lips curving into a smile that was equal parts intrigue and trouble, “now she’s interesting.”
you were wrapping lady hua’s wrist in linen soaked in something pungent—fangfeng root, if satoru’s nose didn’t betray him, mixed with the bitter bite of yanhusuo and a faint trace of ginseng. old-school herbs, the kind not dispensed in the palace’s pristine apothecary but ground by hand in shadowed apothecaries far from the emperor’s gaze.
your fingers moved with the deftness of a musician, tying the linen with a knot so precise it could’ve shamed a sailor. beside you sat a worn wooden box, its corners scuffed from years of travel, but its contents were meticulously organized—vials labeled in a script too small to read from the door, tools gleaming faintly in the lantern light.
satoru’s eyes narrowed as he watched you work. your movements were too clean, too practiced, like someone who’d stitched wounds in the dark long before stepping into a palace.
lady hua groaned softly, her face pale as the moon, and you pressed your fingers to her pulse, murmuring something under your breath. there was no softness in it, no coddling, just the calm precision of someone who knew exactly what they were doing—and didn’t care who saw.
and then—your eyes.
they flicked up, not to the patient, not to the bickering physicians, but to the room’s edges. to the guards in their lacquered armor, their spears glinting like threats in the corner. to the doors, half-open, where shadows shifted in the corridor. to the windows, where the lattice cast jagged shadows across the floor.
your gaze moved like a soldier’s, mapping exits, calculating distances, noting every potential threat with a speed that was almost instinctual.
satoru felt a thrill crawl up his spine, sharp and electric, like the first crack of thunder before a storm.
“she flinched when the guards shifted,” he whispered, his fan now still, its silk drooping like a forgotten prop.
suguru’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes darkened, a storm cloud gathering behind them. “trauma?” he asked, voice low, testing the word like it might bite.
“training,” satoru replied, folding his fan with a slow, deliberate snap, the sound cutting through the room’s din like a blade. “she’s not afraid of chaos. she’s afraid of uniforms. of order that isn’t hers.”
he glanced at you again, and this time, you felt it. your shoulders stiffened, just for a heartbeat, as if you’d sensed a predator in the room.
you didn’t look up, didn’t meet his eyes, but the way you angled your body—back to the wall, never cornered, one hand hovering near your box like it held more than herbs—told him everything.
your kit was no mere healer’s tool; it was a survivor’s arsenal, scuffed and worn but as familiar to you as your own skin. the faint scar on your knuckle, barely visible, gleamed like a silent boast of battles won.
“is that why you’re smiling?” suguru asked, his voice bone-dry, cutting through satoru’s thoughts like a knife through silk.
satoru didn’t answer. not aloud. but oh, yes, he was smiling, lips curved like a crescent moon, because the emperor’s concubine might be fading, her breath shallow as a winter breeze.
but you?
you were alive—vibrantly, dangerously alive, a spark in a room full of smoke. your every movement screamed secrets, and your eyes held a story no one in this palace had the guts to read.
lady hua’s illness might’ve been the court’s obsession, but you were something else entirely—a puzzle, a threat, a flame flickering just out of reach.
and satoru, with his boredom and his power and his peacock’s flair, had just found a problem worth solving. the air thrummed with it, heavy with the scent of camphor and intrigue, as the palace walls seemed to lean in, whispering of the chaos yet to come.
sem edição pois tive tô pra cair de sono, mas... inspirada numa ideia que vi enquanto catava a tag sobre anjos caídos que se transformam nos pecados capitais (inclusive se foi você, vem falar comigo aaaa). então, vocês teriam interesse num jogo 7x7 com os sete pecados e as setes virtudes sendo obrigados a conviver juntos (cientes ou não de sua real natureza???) em virtude de fatores alheios a sua vontade? talvez uma crise na existência? a gente faria um grupo no discord e causaria muito! rá, tenho vários cenários e conceitos que gostaria de explorar com vocês nesse contexto.
Summary: Rensuke convinces you to let him play the role of a good boyfriend when you're on your period.
WC: 9.3k
Tags/Warnings: Fluff (Rensuke is boyfie goals), a sprinkle of angst, smut (unprotected sex [wrap it before ya tap it] shower sex, vaginal fingering, mentions of male oral receiving, service dom Rensuke I guess), blood (obviously), a crap ton of inner monologuing, possible incorrect usage of semicolons
A/N: First time posting a fic in a while, and first time posting smut ever. So don't expect much😎If you saw this posted 3 times already, you didn't. You saw nothing.
Rensuke never considered himself the type to be into period sex, but there's a first time for everything.
Well, rather than not being the type, it's more like he never felt strongly about the idea, and he always took into consideration how you would feel. He heard one comment from a girl in class a while back and used to think that most women wouldn't be on board with the idea of period sex, reasons ranging from the potential mess or just a dislike for blood in general. He didn't completely understand the stipulation of guys not wanting to do it (especially after hearing certain conversations in the locker room), but he also knew where it stems from. Now that he's older however, he's well aware of the women who desire to have sex when on their period, once again a result of him coincidentally being around to hear the conversation (or someone having little to no TMI about their interests).
Rensuke personally feels he's neutral on the matter: he'll indulge his lover if given the opportunity to do so, but would also refrain from any intercourse during that time of month if denied. He has no problem either way.
It took him until a year after having asked you out to realize that he'd start singing a different tune.
When you were on your period during the early days of dating him, you tended to be a bit distant. Not in the sense that you avoided his mere presence, but you felt like he wouldn't want to be around you when you're...bleeding everywhere (you had to reassure him at first that you weren't trying to discreetly leave him). You soon confessed your worries over bleeding through your clothes near him, the possibility always having you on edge and checking behind yourself. With some reassurance and persuasion, Rensuke was able to extinguish your unspoken disquietude and be as close as possible to you.
Touching you in some ways took a while to happen. Of course you'd let him hug or hold you in certain positions, but anything further required mulling over on your end. He would see you on a few occasions trying to relieve the ache of your breasts and offered to do it himself, but you naturally shot him down the first time he asked. You eventually gave in after some time of him looking like a kicked puppy, and that effectually granted him the chance to rub his warm hands across your abdomen when you have cramps.
Then there's the time you accidentally bled on the sheets a little. He'd grown used to seeing you flustered, but that time you awoke to see the small mess you left behind exceeded his expectations. It was quite the sight watching you pull on the sheets while he's still on them and profusely apologize with each tug. You attempted to put a towel underneath yourself the next time you laid down with him, but he promptly threw it to the side and remarked that he doesn't mind cleaning the sheets for you. He made sure to tack on, It hardly ever happens anyways (which is true), so there's no cause for concern.
You still fervently push him away when it comes to bathing or showering together when on your period, a decision he respects but found a part of himself wishing you didn't come to. To be fair, you only started to feel completely comfortable doing something that intimate with him at the 6 month mark of your relationship, and sex was but a thought until a month afterwards. Now however, Rensuke could feel himself slowly getting restless the more you evade anything further than cuddling, particularly when it's clear as day to him that you're craving more intimacy. When you start to feel needy and initiate a kiss that becomes more heated by the second, Rensuke attempts to grind you over his hard-on, but you'd put a stop to that and give him a blowjob or handjob, maybe intercrural once or twice. You basically leave yourself high and dry while you satisfy him for a week's time.
He never thought this would turn into a problem (?) since it only occurs once a month, and it's not like this has plagued his mind way back when you first went further with him (that didn't start until 3 months ago). He figures it has to do with bottling up his frustrations over the whole ordeal. He felt it inappropriate to tell you something like, "I'm upset we're not sexually active when you're on your period," primarily after you've repeatedly made it apparent you don't want to.
But he's a grown man with desires that aren't being totally satiated, one of those desires being your own pleasure. It certainly doesn't help when he recalls that one time he accidentally heard you in the bathroom tending to yourself as though he were unavailable to help you. Even outside of when you're feeling horny, he heard that sexual activity does have its health benefits when you're on your period, and he's made it his lifelong journey to relieve you of any pain or stress you're going through. Rensuke treasures the moments when you're honest with him and making it known what you are and aren't okay with, but he just as equally treasures the moments when you let him take care of your every need and don't hold back.
He'd rather not seem pushy, but it seems that telling you he "doesn't mind" regularly translates to "I don't really want to, but I'll do it for you" in your brain.
He finally decided on a more direct approach one evening when you both were sat at the couch watching movie, bellies full from the takeout meal you ordered beforehand. You were snuggled up under his left side and unconsciously rubbing your hand over his thigh ever so slightly, internally driving the 6'2" man crazy as his interest in the movie began to dwindle. It didn't help that you were wearing one of his shirts that swallowed your small frame with a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants. That coupled with the focused look you wore on your face gave him an ultimately adorable image of you he could never grow tired of.
He waited a moment to collect his thoughts before asking out of the blue, "Can I shower with you?"
You were intently watching the movie the moment it began, so it took you a few seconds to jump in place at the question and swiftly respond with a question of your own, "W-Why?"
He looked down at you and said, "We've showered together before."
"Not when I'm on my period." You kept yourself facing the TV, not daring to look at Rensuke's face lest you give in too easily, and added, "It's unpleasant."
"I don't mind. Besides, it's not like you can help it."
You took a moment to relish in the feeling of his arm around your shoulders, all the while acutely aware of his thumb rubbing your shoulder in a comforting manner. It tears you up a little everytime you say no to your gentle giant of a boyfriend, but you can't help thinking that he'll be put off at the mere sight of blood. Even though he says it never bothers him any other time, you worry that he'll change his mind when it comes to him actually doing it.
Rensuke seemed to be able to read your mind as he swiftly pulled you from under his arm and placed you on his lap. You yelped at the sudden change of position, the blush you donned at the start of this conversation darkening upon feeling Rensuke's half hard member under you. "Ren-"
"Sorry."
"Eh?" Despite your current bashfulness and urge to avoid his gaze, you kept yours on Rensuke at the sound of his apology and saw the conflicted look he's giving you. You placed your hands on his broad shoulders to steady yourself and asked, "W-What are you apologizing for?"
He pulled you closer by your hips and proceeded to bury his face in your neck as he explained, "For asking so much. I know you'd rather not do anything right now, but I don't like when you walk on eggshells for my sake."
You tried to ignore the pleased feeling that ran through you from his actions and said, "I-I know, but...it's...I dunno. Shouldn't it bother you at least a little? I mean..." You trailed off upon hearing Rensuke mutter something quiet enough for you to not hear over your own voice and inquired in a low voice, "What did you--nh!"
He cut you off with a bite to a sensitive spot on your neck (being sure to lick at it in apology) and spoke up moderately louder with a warm face, "...I want to." I might've overestimated myself for assuming I could say that smoothly. He clears his throat and presses on though, "It won't bother me, I think I made that clear with how many times I've said so. If anything, I'm bothered you think I'll be averse to your body over blood of all things."
"..."
At your lack of response, he was ready to give up for the night and tell you to drop it for another time before he felt you lightly tug at his hair, forcing him to look up and be met with your lips eagerly meeting his. He didn't take long to reciprocate, pressing you closer but being sure not to put pressure on your tender mounds, and reacting accordingly to your tongue prodding at his lips. This increased appetency of yours would've caught him off guard before, but he'd long since grown used to how easily you get turned on before and during your period.
You parted from his mouth with a pop and watched as a string of saliva kept you and him connected. He watched as you blinked to attention to clear your mind and say in a small voice, "Sorry. For making you repeat yourself so much."
It's a bit tough keeping his head on right after that kiss, but he responds, "It's fine. I feel better when you aren't just going along with my every wish and actually feel up to it instead after thinking it through." He then flicked your forehead in a lighthearted manner and said, "Though I don't like when you start thinking too hard and get the idea that I don't know what I'm signing up for."
You pouted at his words, but fixed your face and accepted the truth to them. You feel silly, but you're compelled to still ask to be sure, "You...really don't mind?"
"Really."
"...Really really?"
"Really really." That assured answer coupled with the soft peck he landed on your forehead was enough to crack down on your walls of insecurity. Funny how you were being so stubborn for the longest and yet Rensuke managed to get you to break. You couldn't find it in yourself to be at all upset though upon seeing the tenderness in his auburn eyes you'd become so familiar with. A part of yourself was getting frustrated with your reluctance anyway, so that could very well be another reason for your compliance.
"...N'kay..."
"It's beneficial for you anyways since it increases bloodflow and-"
"Really?" You cut him off with a pout that fails to hide the smile underneath.
"What? Showers do that."
"I know that's not what meant you pervert." Most people would never guess he's like this with how respectful he behaves.
He snickered and responded affectionately, "It's fine if we don't do anything, but you are in the mood, and don't think I forgot those cramps you complained about at the start of the movie." He'd be lying if he said he was totally fine with doing nothing, his hard-on poking through his shorts can attest to that. But he'll gladly go along with whatever you want. The fact that you agreed to the idea of a shower in the first place is a big enough win in his book.
You looked around with a hum to mull over your choices, only to shortly come to a decision with how your hormones are basically screaming at you to do something about the heat between your legs.
"...Fine."
Though it took him a second to piece together what you said 'fine' to, Rensuke showed his elation over your agreement in the form of 3 quick pecks to your lips.
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For the both of you, the process of making it to the shower is a bit of a blur, but you vividly remember Rensuke asking if he should look away while you get undressed. It felt kind of embarrassing being asked that, but you were thankful; you weren't trying to show him the literal crime scene that took place on your pad. You were skittish trying to figure out which way you wanted to face, and Rensuke watched your little dance show as he stepped in with you. Cute. His intention is to let you set the pace or change your mind about letting him touch you down there if it isn't okay, but watching your thighs squeeze together upon seeing his stiff cock has him wanting to take over. That was enough right there, but no sooner did he catch a dribble of blood dripping down your thigh when you began washing yourself.
You're killing me. He spent a fair amount of time washing himself as a form of distraction, with the occasional moment of looking at you cleanse yourself, until you asked if he needed help getting to his back. He said yes faster than he could ever kick a ball 20 meters across the field, and silently thanked you for not calling out his avidity (even if it is with reason).
Rensuke more or less zoned out during the procedure to relish in your small hands running across every inch of his skin, hyperaware of the kiss you gave to his right scapula after having finished. He didn't let you even consider asking for his help when he immediately turned you around and started returning the favor. He may or may not have slid his hands across the sides of your breasts at one point (a massage, he reasoned).
The silent atmosphere you both unintentionally cascaded the bathroom in was broken when Rensuke spoke up, "(Y/N)."
You gave a hum in question, throuougly relaxed from his ministrations and the warmth of the water, but your breath hitched as you felt his hands began to roam a bit lower. He let go of your figure a moment later to turn the water off, to your displeasure, but your line of sight was then directed to him pointing towards the bath stool in the corner of the shower.
"Could you..." He started to say, but glanced away as a bit of timidity seeped in when he glanced away. He feels like his mind regressed back to the first clumsily time you two had sex. It's not as though he feels awkward, not by a long shot, but there's that familiar sense of his nerves getting to him out of excitement.
His current state gave you enough confidence to make your way to the stool and sit down, already having a vague idea of what he wanted, though you registered upon sitting that the hardest part was spreading your legs for him to see the view you'd been hiding from him for the longest. You know he asked for this and you agreed to it. And you'd seriously be lying on yourself if you said this didn't excite you (because it really does). But you linger on the concern that you'll get so caught up in your delirium that you'll become none the wiser of his unease and he'll just force himself to deal with-
Rensuke moved forward to kneel in front of you before you started to clam up on him, placing his hands on your knees and wordlessly commanded 'Relax' through the look he was giving you.
It's something how this man can placate your heart and simultaneously make it beat 100 times a minute. You fumbled with your hands as you wondered what to do with them, opting to settle one on the stool while the other stayed covering the lower half of your burning face.
He took that as a go ahead and coaxed you into opening your legs for him, you sliding down a bit to give him a better view. He didn't bother hiding the shudder that ran throughout his body when he finally saw your pussy. Sure, he's seen it a good number of times by now, but the bit of redness he sees around your entrance is really doing something to him. "Pretty..." he muttered under his breath before pulling your puffy lips apart with his thumbs, shamelessly groaning as your clit twitches and a drop of blood pushes it's way out of you.
Is it bad that I'm finding all of this hot?
If so, he couldn't care less. He's used to seeing blood whenever he or someone else got hurt playing soccer, but he figures the biggest difference between that and what he's experiencing right now is that it's you in all your arousal.
All for me.
He already knows he's too far gone to take his time like he initially wanted to. He was already worked up before coming into the shower, so it's no surprise that his restraint is considerably low.
"Ren..." You whined from above, blinking your glossy eyes and getting fidgety from the concentrated look he's directing towards your womanhood.
"Shh, just let me take care of you, pretty girl." He didn't waste any more time and gently ran a thumb over your clit, biting his bottom lip at the positive jolt your thighs gave, and began rubbing slow circles over the bud. He still had your lips spread, so he got a perfect look at your tainted slick flowing out like a stream in response to the stimulation you so desperately craved. He caught himself staring for a little long and forced himself to look away from your cunt to take in the blissed out state you've fallen into. Your body was fairly tense at the start of this, but now your hips buck uncontrollably while your face depicts the pure ecstasy you're currently experiencing. He could see you'd been biting your lips, so they looked kind of puffy when you opened your mouth to whisper out, "M-More..."
His thumb unintentionally began moving faster at the observations he just made and he almost slowed back down until you reacted strongly to the pick up in speed and cried out, "Th-Thank you~"
"I should be thanking you." He said with a breathy groan. He felt his pulse pick up at the thought of you trusting him enough to do this for you. Heck, this whole situation has his heart doing somersaults, and he's not 100% sure if he's feeling water or precum drip from his dick right now. He can deal with that later though. Right now, he needs to see you fall apart for him, which he knows won't take too long given your body language and nonstop whimpering.
He applied more pressure on your clit and hastened his circular gesturing on the swollen point of pleasure as he let his mouth run, "Is this good? C'mon, baby girl, tell me." It's a pointless question when you're leaking this much, but he likes hearing you say it.
He memorized how many changes your expression went through to formulate a response, "Good, i-it's so good! 'm gonna cum-"
"Oh yeah? Be a good girl and cum for me." He requested in one breath.
Your orgasm finally hit you in waves and gains strength with each movement of Rensuke's thumb, seeking to drag your pleasure out. He shook his mop of orange hair to snap himself out of his mind when your knees began quivering, removing his thumb so as to not drag your pleasure into a territory of pain. The soiled nectar that trickled out of your convulsing opening has him gritting his teeth and running his hands along your thighs to ground himself. Keep it together.
His pep talk was cut unbelievably short when you moaned out his name. He watched your worn yet peppy expression as you asked in a low voice, "Can you...um..." You paused to collect your words and gathered enough courage to finish the question, "Y-Your fingers. Can you...put them in?" You clenched your eyes shut in embarrassment, squeezing out the small amount of tears that gathered at your waterline from the orgasm. With the way your shoulders curl in on you, you seemed as though you were preparing yourself to hear Rensuke say no. When has he ever?
With an exhale (and a silent 'thank you' to the deities above), he started dragging his index finger around your entrance and said in a raspy yet taunting voice, "You want me inside pretty girl? Your pussy look like it's practically begging to be filled."
You let out something akin to a sob as you whined, "Please, I need you!" You couldn't bring yourself to be concerned about getting blood on him, your need to feel something inside is your main priority.
He's wholeheartedly whipped for your begging, a fact he rarely speaks of out loud but most certainly makes known thanks to the adoration in his eyes. Well, that, and him saying, "Good girl."
The sweet spoken praise sent a wave of heat straight to your core and elicited a whine from you.
He finally pushed his finger in and nearly lost it with how little resistance he was met with, the mixture of blood and juices providing him with a more than adequate amount of lube for how tight you are. Then there's your insides, God help him, you feel hotter than usual. He can just imagine how this would feel on his dick.
Well, he thought to himself, that's if she'll ever let me go that far. His mind went off the rails at the mere thought of that one as he maneuvered his finger to slowly work you up.
After a few hardly contained moans and a sultry "Mm, so good..." fell from your lips, he saw you moving your hips the slightest bit closer. "Ren~" You needn't say or do more to get your message across, though a part of Rensuke wanted you to beg more. He slipped in a second finger and moaned with you the deeper he went, biting his lip as his fingers mingled with the mess inside of you for a minute.
Speaking of going too far, he wouldn't tell you this (at least not for a while), but there are certain scents you always give off when you're on your period. It's weird to explain, let alone understand, but he now knows where one of those scents come from: the very oasis that resides between your legs. He can feel himself getting a high from it just from inhaling as he moves both fingers in and out of you, his mouth watering at everything your walls leave behind on his fingers.
I wonder how it would taste-
He pushed the thought aside for now, feeling that may be a bit much this soon and should be discussed another time. He feels bad for getting so into this when you're the one he's supposed to be focused on. But at the same time, the sounds your pretty little cunt makes are way too good, and he can tell you're getting close from how you're dripping all over his hand and the stool beneath you.
He's glad this is just as enjoyable for you as it is for him.
You could faintly hear Rensuke's groaning over your own noises and the fuzziness that threatened to make your mind go blank, but you saw stars when he added a third finger and curled up to hit a sweet spot. "Oh God, oh-" You grabbed at his shoulders for purchase while you lose your mind at the immense pleasure he's giving you is, and you can hear (and feel) the sloppy noises your pussy is making. The combined feeling of him working his magic on your insides and outside causes your back to arch a bit as a few tears ran down the apples of your cheeks. "HN, R-Ren, I-I'm cumming again--OH!"
"Let it out doll face. Cum for me, shit, y'look so pretty." Your legs threatened to close, but were held open by Rensuke as your mouth forms an 'o' while pleasure washes over you for a second time. Your hips repeatedly jolt in place when he continued to pump his fingers in you and flick your abused bud, dragging your orgasm out longer. He only stopped his assault on your clit when you weakly attempted to push his hand away from it in your daze, but still selfishly kept his appendages mobile to massage your velvet walls.
He watched you eventually come back to Earth to catch your breath, cooing at your shiver when he pulled his fingers out and essentially unplugged your pussy. It usually doesn't feel great when everything comes rushing out like this, but somehow knowing that Rensuke caused it to happen made you fall in love with the sensation.
You wiped the tears from your face while Rensuke got up to detach the shower head to rinse you off. Before he could do so, your eyes landed on his dick, which looked excruciatingly hard (and enticing) with how his veins appeared more prominent than normal and the how flushed the shaft looks the further your eyes travel upwards. Your eyes then widened at the sight of his balls, appearing heavy from how much cum has built up in them just from him fingering you. You lightly grabbed his hips before he moved too far away from you, paying no mind to the slick mess underneath you, and said, "I need to take care of you, baby."
Rensuke felt his dick jump from the warmth of your hands and responded, "Well, I figured you might want to get cleaned up a little. It's not like it's bothering me, but it I thought might not feel comfortable..." He paused his rambling at the ravenous look you sent him and couldn't help pull your leg a little more by asking, "Are you tired? We can stop if you'd like-"
You squeezed where your hands lay upon him and interrupted in mild frustration, "Ren! I'm fine, really. I just...I wanna...", but fell silent as apprehension took over to stop you from openly requesting something as dirty as what you have in mind. He waited to see if you'd eventually finish what you wanted to say, but was instead lead by you to sit on the shower floor as you stood over him. Before he could question you, you squated and placed yourself on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you ever so slightly grazed your clit across his shaft. You sighed at the feeling and peered up from under your lashes to silently plea for his permission to do this.
You still manage to get bashful on me after what we just did, huh?
You can get on him later for intentionally walking away like that to mess with you (he knew very well you're still hungry for more), but it does make him feel good knowing you want to rely on him. He begins running his hands up and down your back as he asks, "What do you need pretty girl?" He leaned closer to your ear to nick your lobe and ask in a deeper tone, "You need me to stuff you with my fingers again? Or do you need something else? I can't help you if you don't tell me."
"Mm...baby..." Your hips jolted at his words, but you tried to get your words across by pressing your pussy on his shaft and moving the slightest bit back and forth. "Can you...um..."
"Hm? You want me to run that wet pussy of yours across my cock? You wanna do that baby, make me feel good?" Kissing a trail from your collarbone and landing on your lips, only to pull back before you could really get into it, and saying, "I need you to tell me what you want or I won't be able to help."
You whined in frustration from his teasing and pull his head down towards yours, getting the kiss he denied you of seconds ago. His hands found their favorite spot on your ass and squeezed as he let out a needy grunt that got muffled between your locked lips.
You parted for air with speckles of tears in your eyes and finally spoke up in a small voice, "I need...you. Inside."
"Shit, doll. You sure?" He's a minute away from shoving himself in.
"I'm positive, please, j-just put it in already, I need your cock!" You grabbed it and lined it up with your sopping entrance, sighing with relief as you slowly push his swollen cockhead in. Despite soaking him in your essence as you go down, it's a challenge trying to take his entire shaft. Not only is it tough because of its obscene length, but it's girth makes it difficult to slide in with ease, too. You don't think you'll ever in your life be able to take him without feeling stretched and filled to the brim, but you'd have to be stupid to ever complain about it.
Rensuke's mouth hangs partially open as he groans extraneously and tries to control himself from cumming on the spot. Not only is he so pent up right now that the slightest thing could probably make him burst, but he's also undergoing something he'd only imagined ever happening to him. He hissed a little when he felt your pussy getting impossibly tighter around him, opening his eyes (When did I close them?) to see you cumming a third time when you slid down his entire length. You appeared just as flabbergasted as him, shoving your face into his chest and clinging to him to control your writhing body.
"Nn-" His soul nearly left his body when he felt your teeth sink into his collarbone, greatly adding to the euphoria flooding his body. His hands (still on your ass) squeezed tightly as he took breaths to keep his orgasm at bay and he savored the way your walls fluttered from his actions. Doing that made his dick press deeper into you and he knew he was all the way in when his tip kissed your cervix. He caught the small wince you tried to play off when that happened and reminded himself not to fuck you too hard.
"Rensuke~" You dragged his name out upon feeling him roll his hips a little, a few tears dropping from your lashes from the stimulation. Suddenly, your vision tilted and you found yourself on your back, blinking and looking up to see the stunning sight of him looming over you while his well-toned arms hold himself up. A chill ran through you from the coldness of the shower floor, but it soon felt heavenly from how feverish you body is. Your mind pushed the thought aside when you choked on air from the effervescent thrusts he started giving you, becoming vaguely aware that despite the strength, he's being careful not to go at it as hard as usual and softens the blow each time he reaches a certain depth.
This should leave you craving more to the point that you'd tell him a little pain might be worth it, but the small action strangely piled on to the pleasure. You felt tears of gratitude mix in with the tears of pleasure that made a home on your cheeks minutes ago.
Must be the hormones. You thought as you involuntarily let out a mewl from being split open by his cock.
You wrapped your legs around his waist and clawed at his back as you whimpered, "So big....'m so sensitive--mmph--don't stop, please!" You felt yourself getting closer to the peak of another orgasm, feeling like you're underwater but on fire at the same time.
"I wouldn't dream of it! S-Shit, you're so tight. It's not hurting, is it?" He managed to ask in the midst of his heavy breathing.
"I-It doesn't hur--OH!" You didn't think you could be hit with such rapture this far in, but Rensuke has a habit of proving you wrong, that fact holding true when he pulled you with him into a mating press, curling his dick up to hit a spongy spot with precision as his balls slap your ass. Your brain was reduced to a pile of mush, rendering you unable to utter any words as you babbled incomprehensibly and felt your eyes roll to the back of your head. The sensation of his thick veins dragging back and forth against your rigid walls had you literally quaking underneath him.
Rensuke is in no better shape as he fills your ears with desperate sounds he doesn't have the energy to hold in, slipping in sweet nothings you can only partially make out through your muddled mind. The one hand he moved to your thigh without notice squeezed with enough vigor that is sure to leave a mark tomorrow; he'll most definitely litter the area with kisses later. The arm he's using to hold himself up shakes with each squelch that echoes throughout the bathroom. It's downright torturous how your tits jiggle right in front of him, but he's doing everything in his power not to touch the tender mounds and accidentally get too rough. He doesn't think he has any self control left in him to make an attempt.
"F-Fuck, it's like your pussy was made for me! Tell me I'm fucking you good pretty girl! 'm making you feel good, right?"
He almost feels ashamed for how vocal he's being, but his words gave him the desired result of you wailing out, "You're f-fuckin' me so good, I feel s-so full-" You wanted to say more, but your sobs put an end to that sentence when Rensuke began playing with your clit again. It felt neglected at for a bit, but you didn't call attention to it because you knew it'd feel as overwhelming as it does right now.
"N-No, stop, Ren!" You flailed around and whined with a hiccup, "T-Too much! Too much!!"
"Oh fuck, I-I know you can give me one more, baby! You can take it."
A shake of your head with you pathetically saying, "Nnnh, I can't, p-please!" had him stop moving altogether at your pleading, making your brain confusedly teeter between relief and distress.
Rensuke dropped his voice to a lower octave, steadying your head so he can meet your eyes, and said insistently, "You can cum one more time for me, I just wanna make you feel good. You're my good girl, right?"
Your body impulsively betrayed you with a visceral reaction to his words, and you knew he felt your pussy quiver around him from how his eyes darkened with lust, leading you to defeatingly nod. His unresponsiveness made you keen as you realized he's forcing you to look at him until you answer verbally. You blinked to gain some alertness, swallowing and answering clearly, "I...am. Please-"
"You're what?" He didn't bother hiding his pleased smirk.
"I'm your good girl! Please, Ren-" You cut yourself off and impatiently moved your hips to get Rensuke to continue after working you up so much.
With a kiss to your nose and a, "That's my girl~" that sent shivers down your spine, he went back to playing with the small bundle of nerves in tandem with his thrusting. Much like before, you're losing your sense of awareness as pleasure shrouds you.
In your stupefied state, you didn't get the chance to tell Rensuke you were cumming again before a spring snapped without warning and caused an orgasm stronger than the last three. "W-Wai--NH--feels weird!" You felt a sensation similar to peeing and realized too late that you're squirting all over Rensuke's lower half. The only things that slipped through your lips were broken moans and a garbled but heard, "I'm s-sorryyy!" You would've covered your face in shame had your hands not been preoccupied with scratching the hell out of his shoulders or pulling at his undercut. You swear you can see hearts in his eyes as he stares down at where you're connected to see the dirty mess you drenched him in.
The arm Rensuke used to hold himself up finally gave out as he moaned out with a lovestruck smile, "Ah, s-shit, you squirted all over me! God you're beautiful, I'm almost there--mmph--hold on-"
He hides his face in your neck and presses wet kisses everywhere, being sure to leave a hickey at every other spot he crosses over. He continued ramming into you with more intensity than earlier, still keeping his brawn in check, and grunting out comforting words to soothe you through the overstimulation as he chases his own high. "So fucking *tight*, doll! So wet jus' for me, I love you!"
You involuntarily arched your back and a slight cramp made itself present, but you could hardly sense that right now. Your last orgasm barely finished washing over you, so your nerves are especially receptive to Rensuke's every move that leaves your skin buzzing. "Ren, fuuuuck, love you, sho good ta me--hngh!!" Your wrecked voice combined with your slurring of words in your drunken state made it impossible for you to speak coherently.
Rensuke's hips stuttered at your consistent clenching around him and he spoke in a rushed breath, "Wait, I-I gotta-"
You didn't let the guy finish before you answered in a similar manner, "I-Inside, love! Fill me up!"
Huh? His brain went into static upon registering your response. He always either uses a condom or pulls out when he neglects to put one on, but you giving him permission to give you everything he has to offer pushed him over the edge. His pelvis developed a mind of its own and decided to give an unnecessarily hard thrust to your sensitive insides. He let out a strained grunt and said, "Fuck, sorry-" at the sight of you flinching from his action just now. He caught your lips in a sloppy yet apologetic kiss, at the same time stifling the noises both of your voices fought to let out.
Once your trembling legs finally slackened their hold on his waist, he placed them further down in a more relaxed position around his hips and moved one of his hands to your abdomen. He felt a commonplace bulge where the head of his dick resides, not missing the occasional jolt it gives as it shoots streaks of cum in you. His balls feel infinitely lighter from finally releasing the load he'd been holding in for your past four orgasms.
"Hah..." Rensuke regrettably had to part from your mouth with a pant when he began to feel lightheaded, and he knew you needed a break much more than he does judging from the laboured breaths you're letting out.
He opened his glazed over eyes and glanced down, transfixing on the mixture of yours and his pink tinted cum as some of it pooled onto the floor, but he directed his eyes back to you when he noticed you moving. You gingerly brought a shaky hand down upon his and keened at the feeling of his hot cum swarming your insides. "...So warm..." You whispered with a fucked out smile. Your face is flushed with a sheen of sweat and tears, making you look all around messy yet glowingly beautiful.
...Well, shit. He felt his dick try to jumpstart itself for another round, but the sleepy look in your eyes made him think against the tantalizing idea. Pulling out of you and purposefully not looking down (he's trying not to go back on his word here), he playfully pinched your thigh and said resolutely, "Let's get up already. I think we've been in here long enough, princess." His body (and likely yours as well) doesn't feel like moving just yet, but a bathroom is a less than ideal place to fall asleep at. Getting you to stand and keeping you upright is a chore, which he knows is mostly his fault with how your legs still tremor from the aftershocks of your previous orgasms.
An 'I'm sorry' was on the tip of his tongue for tiring you out like this and possibly going too hard at some points (he commends himself for not throwing your legs over his shoulders despite the compulsion to do so being at the forefront of his mind). He held in the expression of regret however when you fondly nuzzled your head into his chest, deciding to alternatively say while turning the water on, "You're wobbling a bit."
You heard the concern that weaved it's way into his voice despite how nonchalant Rensuke tried to sound and answered with a fatigued yet resounding, "Don' worry, 'm okay. Jus' sleepy." Your eyelids felt heavy when you looked up to him, but you forced your eyes to stay open when you saw him looking at you worriedly. You gave him a reassuring mien and spoke clearer than a second ago, "Really, I'm fine, Rensuke. Y'know how quickly I get drowsy when I'm on my period."
"Well yeah but I'd assume you're tired from what we just did, too."
"...'f course...my legs feel like jelly. 's been a while since you made me cum that many times."
His chest swelled with pride at that, but he still feels the slightest bit bad for wearing you out when you aren't feeling your best to begin with. He grabbed a soap bottle and asks (though it sounds more like a statement), "Guess I should make this quick then, huh?"
"Mhm." You went back to nestling into his chest and shortly added, "I jus' wanna lay down with you..."
He automatically smiled over the shared sentiment and got to work, staying true to his word and giving both you and him a swift but thorough cleansing in record time. There was a bit of difficulty reaching some areas with how you absolutely refused to detach yourself from him, but he made it work so as to not disturb you.
Your dozy state had you dead to what's happening around you, until it was broken by a sudden gasp jumping out of you in response to a cold chill on your bottom.
"Sorry," he said with a laugh as he released his grip on you, "I had to sit you somewhere since your legs stopped working on me."
"Ah." You blinked slowly and realized he placed you on the counter.
"Sit tight for me." He said with a peck to both of your cheeks before walking out, presumably to get towels.
At least that's what you though until you stretched and felt the pile behind you, remembering that he'd sat towels out on the counter before the shower. ...No wait, you thought with a yawn, we have towels in here- You got the answer to your unspoken inquiry in no time when he came walking back with clothes and placed them beside you. You sensed an innocent blush making it's presence known on your cheeks, but made no move to hide it. Rensuke knows very well how his acts of service make your heart skip a beat.
You regained some mental clarity and became cognizant of your lack of coverage, consciously moving your arms over your chest. Rensuke had to chortle a little at your sheepish demeanor and spoke as he grabbed a towel for himself, "You act like didn't just fuck."
"Well! Y'know I..." Your attempt to answer drew your eyes to his figure.
Oh...
Your once innocent blush took a sinful turn when you looked down by chance and spotted the same dick that brought you to tears minutes ago. Seeing it erect is always a sight to behold, but it's flaccid state is just as alluring and serves as a reminder of how hung he is. You're still on the brink of lassitude, but the thought of working his soft member back to hardeness has your stomach doing flips.
"Careful, I might throw you on the bed if you keep staring so hard." Rensuke spoke in jest as he wrapped a towel around his waist, but the titillation that drenched his words made it known that he'd be willing to turn his joke into reality.
You pursed your lips from being caught staring, a sliver of taunt shining through the shyness you had just a minute ago, and say, "It's only fair with how much you stared at me earlier."
"Touche." After nabbing a towel from behind you and wrapping you in all its fluffiness, he added, "But can you blame me for liking what I see?"
You promptly flung a towel over his head and said with a smirk, "Y'know, for how much you went on earlier about giving me a break, you sure are talking like you're trying to get me in the mood again."
He gave a knowing smile in return and asked as he lifted the towel from his visage, "Is it working?"
"Almost. But I'm still sleepy." You emphazised your point with another yawn as you pulled your towel closer to your body for warmth.
"So no." He said before running the towel over his drenched hair.
You simply rolled your eyes and let out a chuckle at the playful banter he just initiated. You said as you began toweling yourself off, "I'm not surprised you aren't all that tired."
It wasn't obvious, but Rensuke knows you're referring to him only finishing once in comparison to his usual pattern of going at it until he's physically spent. "Well," he started as he pulled the damp towel from his now dry head, "today was about you-"
"I beg to differ-"
"and I think I got my fill for today." He's being honest when he says that. He in essence edged himself while he savoured your body, in turn making his orgasm hit harder in the end (most notably when you begged for him to not pull out). Not only that, he's still in a post-orgasmic haze and gets a fuzzy feeling looking at the speckles of hickeys he decorated your neck with. The way you pull your towel back over your frame and avert your eyes tells him he's been longingly gazing at you a little longer than intended. He dropped his towel from his waist and said as he slipped a pair of boxers on, "I'm satisfied."
"Is that so?" You absentmindedly asked as you slid off of the counter, being sure to land on the mat to avoid delivering a shock of frost to your feet.
He took a step forward and pulled you closer to himself, bending down to plant a kiss on your lips, and responding with a soft smile, "Yeah." He admired the sparkle in your eyes and luxuriated in the feeling of your (almost) bare body pressed up against his, but the tender moment was shortlived when he snatched your towel from your figure without warning, pulling a gasp out of you in the process.
"Ren!" Your arms immediately flew back to your chest.
"What?" He mixed in a breathy laugh while handing you his shirt, watching as you swiftly pulled the garment over your head while he turns and picks up his sweatpants.
"Haven't you seen enough of me for one night?" You asked with a huff as you eyed him putting on his last article of clothing.
"Do you ever feel like you've seen enough of me?" He asked in response when he felt your eyes roaming his backside.
Your lack of an answer said it all.
The rest of your time spent in the bathroom consisted of you two getting prepared for bed as the room was filled mindless rants and talks of the unfinished movie from before. The main highlight was the back and forth flirting between the two of you, Rensuke more often than not being the one to initiate it. Moments like these baffle you because Rensuke's told you you're the first person he's ever dated, and he's your first. But his current behavior tells a different story and leaves you wondering how someone as inexperienced as he claims to be still manages to seem more well-versed with dating than you. Even aside from knowing the in's and out's of a relationship, he's more gifted than you when it comes to reading minds, picking up signals, and trusting your judgement.
Something you still have trouble doing for him.
That exact scenario is what happened tonight: You didn't want to read too deeply into his expressed desires, fearing there'd be a change of heart on his end when you gave in. You know he was growing tired of your constant skepticism and evasion, and it's a true wonder how he dealt with you-
"Ah!" An unanticipated pinch to your butt halted your thoughts, forcing you to turn in bed and see Rensuke looking at you in displeasure. You already know what the issue is, but you still narrow your eyes and ask as you rub the attacked cheek through your shorts, "What?"
"I could hear your brain from here, what's up?" He asks while pulling you closer to him by your waist.
You consider unloading all of your thoughts upon him, telling him how blessed you are to have a boyfriend like him, and how you wish you could be better for him. The temptation to spew out every word clogged in your chest is strong, but...you figure those words can be saved for when neither of you are on the verge of slumber. And when you're actually ready to tackle these thoughts.
"Nothing really." You snuggled up to his bare chest and moved a hand over him to pinch his butt in retaliation.
He jolted at the hint of pain, but didn't fight it since he deserved it. He laid a warm hand on the small of your back, his other shoved under your pillow, and tentatively asked once more, "Are you sure?"
"Mhm." You finally allowed your eyes to close and tangled your legs with his as you added, "Just...thank you." You're too good for me.
He predictably discerned to the best of his abilities what exactly you were thanking him for, arriving to multiple conclusions in his head, but he yawned as he plainly and softly said, "You're welcome. And good night."
"G'night. Love you."
"Love you too." He sealed his declaration with one last kiss to the top of your head.
With the warmth of his words and arms surrounding you, you give in to the pull of a good sleep, lulled by the sound of Rensuke's deep breaths and soothing heartbeat as he follows suit.
"...Can we take a bath next time-"
"Go to sleep already."
A/N: It strangely got personal towards the end there lol. Anyways, if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! Let me know what you thought about this if you'd like⭐It felt kinda basic picking a shower as the destination, but that is a common place to do the deed during that time of month-
