and, scene.
Dom!Shirabu Kenjirou x Fem!Reader
genre: fluff
word count: .9k
sumamry: Shirabu cares for you after a long and hard scene.
“Hey, kitten, how are you feeling?” You can’t find the energy to give a verbal answer but you lean into the warmth of his hand on your cheek. You don’t know how long Shirbau had been going at it, but it didn’t matter because you knew that he would always take care of you. You try to give an affirmative hum but your throat is sore from crying out and instead you wince at the pain.
“I’m done now, ok? Do you wanna take a bath? You did such a good job tonight that if you wanna cum, I’ll help you, but we don’t have to do it.” You gave a weak smile at the bath and he nods. His arms lift your sore body up and you melt into him, almost boneless, as he carries you into the bathroom. He places you on the counter, the cold of the marble shocking on your thighs, but soothes some of the marks his hand left. He runs the water at a moderate temperature, throws in your vanilla bath bomb and lights the candle on the counter next to you. After every action, he looks back over at you and makes sure you aren’t dropping further into subspace than you already have. Placing soft kisses on your forehead and temples before he lifts you back up to place you in the water. “You wanna be alone or do you want me to help wash you off?” He knows you prefer him sitting behind you while sit and soak, but after tougher scenes sometimes the feeling of his hands on you can be jarring or almost overwhelming. But today, you pull him down to join you. Shedding his clothes quickly and throwing everything into the hamper, he then slides in against the cool porcelain. You immediately find comfort in the warmth of his chest behind you. He lets you soak for a bit, but when he can see you gaining some of your cognizance back he reaches over fort he body wash and decided between a loofah or a washcloth, opting for the softer touch of the latter. His large hands maneuver around your body, starting with your shoulders and neck, moving slowly down your back taking careful consideration of any forming busies. He avoids washing your pussy right now, knowing you are likely still in pain from the lengthy session. He gives you a deep massage on your shoulders, loud hums come from your throat at the mixed pleasure and pain. He reminds you to drink a little bit of water, knowing that you need to replenish your fluids, but also wash out the lactic acid from your muscles. When he can sense you are getting close to falling asleep in the water, he murmurs into your ear that he’s gonna wash off the rest of your body. Using the washcloth to tenderly remove any remaining any fluids off of your body and cunt. His fingers are soft and deft, making quick work to minimize your discomfort. He slips out before you to go grab one of his old shirts and a comfortable pair of cotton panties and grabs stuff out of the dryer he threw in before getting in the tub. The freshly dried towel is a soft cloud drying you off as you start to drift off into sleep before Shirabu helps redress you and guides you to your bed. The lights are already off and your sleep playlist is on in the background. Shirabu wraps you up in the large, woolen, cable knit blanket that he removed from the dryer with the towels. The deep blue fabric all but swallows you up, but before you lay back, he ensures you drink a bit of Gatorade and take pain killers and encourages you to eat a small snack if your throat is able to handle it. Shirabu doesn’t talk much throughout much of the process, needing his own time to assess the scene, but when you both lay down into the bed and you crawl on top of his chest just trying to listen to his heartbeat, he finds his voice. He knows that the tenor reverberating through your body is vital to you comfortably falling asleep. If he feels up to it, he will just discuss his day, but if he is still reeling or even experiencing a dom drop from the scene, he just reads a book or entertaining articles online. To you, it doesn’t matter what he’s saying, it’s just symbolic, a reminder that he is here and isn’t leaving you. “Ken,” your voice is still raspy, but it doesn’t hurt to speak anymore due to the fluids you’ve started to replenish. He stops reading the book to you and caresses your face, waiting for a request for more food or something specific. He cracks a smile at what follows, “I love you, but this story sucks.” Knowing that you are still you, that you still are comfortable joking around with him and being honest, even after tougher scenes, keeps him sane. He doesn’t get into his own head about how everything played out, doubting how he treats you, because you are still here, finding solace in his arms. You will always discuss the scene the next day but for now, you can both lay here in the comfort of your bed and fall asleep to the sounds of music and each others’ breathing.
a/n: this is for u @satendou