ꨄ︎ pain and pleasure / russell shaw
⋰˚☆ russell x reader | smut, fluff | 3.8k ⋰˚☆ where it's that time of the month, and your cramps are being anything but kind to you. luckily, russell thinks he has a solution. ⋰˚☆ content: fem!reader, established relationship, smut, in the bath together, fingering, reader is on her period but russell doesn’t care, pet names (sweetheart, baby, sweet girl, my girl, pretty girl, angel), praise, russell taking care of reader
a/n: maybe i wrote this for myself bc i fear my hormones are acting up bc of my period rn. also this is my first time writing any smut so please be kind 😭
whenever that time of the month rolled around for you, it was always a struggle.
debilitating pain in every possible place you could imagine. if it wasn’t cramps, it was a migraine. and if it wasn’t pain, your emotions were up and down like a goddamn yo-yo.
there never seemed to be a solution for you. other than your boyfriend always making you feel cared for, even if he found it hard to show it at times.
russell was a little rough around the edges. wasn’t great at the whole showing affection thing at the start, but he grew into it. just about.
learned what kind of love you needed. how he could show he cared without going too far for his standards. whatever it was, you still always knew he did care deeply for you.
especially during your period.
russell didn’t entirely get it at first. he just thought he could throw some painkillers at you, find a movie to distract you from the pain.
until, you sat down with him, explained how bad it was for you, how it made you feel. and then he was a lot more sympathetic and understanding.
he wanted to do all he could to support you from that point on. from checking what snacks helped, to figuring out that you wanted comfort from him most of all.
that was no different today.
day one of your period. the worst pain day. aching hips, cramps in your lower abdomen and back that seemed to radiate to your legs. it was days like this you haven’t been able to move much at all, laying in bed for the majority of it.
as if on cue, a gentle knock at the door to your apartment. a double knock. followed by a quieter single knock. classic russell so you knew it was him.
ever so slowly, you wandered out of your bedroom, down the hall, and to the front door. the lock clicked as you twisted it, eventually pulling the door open.
russell stood there, small bag in hand, “hey, sweetheart,” hesitant look on his face. “uh, you said it was bad so…”
he held the bag up, moving inside as you let him, closing the door right behind him. he was surprised when you didn’t greet him, but you were peering inside the bag in the next second.
“bedroom, please,” you groaned quietly as another cramp hit.
“don’t gotta ask me twice—“
you interrupted, eyes rolling, “shut up, russell.”
“not the time, got it,” he scratched the back of his neck. “uh, c’mon, let’s get you laid down.”
he ushered you back to your room, hand hovering against the small of your back the whole way down the hall.
once inside, he pulled your blankets back, puffed up your pillows, and helped you get into a comfortable position. slightly on your side, not entirely on your back, head rested near the top of your pillow with your blankets covering half of your legs.
he sat down beside you after, leaning back against the headboard before pulling you to rest your head in his lap instead of on your pillows.
the warmth of him was comforting, his hands combing through your hair, steady breathing being felt just behind you. it was a big contrast from how horrible you felt dealing with the pain alone earlier in the day.
“still hurting?” his voice was almost a whisper.
“never stops,” you shuffle slightly, curling into yourself more, a pained sound following.
“shh, shh,” his thumb stroked your cheek. “my strong girl, putting up with this shit every month, huh?”
you hummed quietly, glancing up at him in the process. this was what you needed, to feel like you were being cared for, as much as the pain was all you could focus on. russell always knew what to say to make things better.
a few minutes passed, he reached for the bag of snacks he brought with him, placing a few chocolate bars and cookie packets in front of him.
“there’s some chocolate, the ones you said you liked,” he looked down at you. “and triple chocolate chip cookies. thought you might like ‘em.”
“don’t wanna eat,” you grumbled.
an unfamiliar answer. you were always hungry for snacks. especially chocolate. he almost didn’t know what to say. but he knew the pain must be really bad this time for it to be too much to eat your favourite chocolate.
“can i get you something else?” he wanted to be useful here. “painkillers, your heating pad, some tea?”
“i don’t know, russ,” your hands covered your face as you took a shaky breath, voice breaking as tears welled up.
he felt bad, he really did. if he could banish the pain in an instant, he would. didn’t understand why nothing ever worked for you as things did for some others. it wasn’t fair.
he glanced around the room, considered if there were any other options to distract you, take the pain away, at least get you through this first terrible day of pain.
and then it hit.
“how ‘bout i run you a nice, warm bath?” he suggested. “how’s that sound, sweetheart?”
you removed your hands, eyes meeting his, “a bath?”
a small nod, “i’ll put your favourite soaps in, the ones that make you all flowery,” he laughed softly. “can light a couple candles, keep the lights low. that might help a little too.”
“yea,” you murmured.
“yea?” he brushed your hair back, shuffling to get up, cautiously laying your head back on your pillow. “i’ll go get it sorted, be back when it’s all ready.”
you hummed quietly in response, russell pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaving the room. it wasn’t long before you heard the water in your bathroom running, him getting things all set up.
you didn’t take baths often, more of a shower person usually. but, maybe he was right. the warm water and relaxing might help your cramps more than just laying here.
he strolled back into your room a couple of minutes later, not telling you it was ready, making his way over to your drawers. he grabbed a fresh pair of your underwear, and then back to the bathroom again as if he’d done this a million times.
unexpectedly, you heard the ripping of a wrapper. one of your pads? what was he— oh, he was putting a fresh pad on a clean pair of underwear for after you take a bath. you were surprised he knew what he was doing.
“alright, sweetheart,” his voice carried to the bedroom, him appearing a second later. “bath’s all ready.”
russell helped you to sit up, held your hand to get you stood, and walked you down the hall to your bathroom.
the bath was filled with bubbles, the smell of flowers surrounding the room just as he’d said he’d do.
it was dark, no bright lights. just the warm glow of a few candles. he’d set them up in one corner, one was your ocean scented candle, another lavender scented to keep you relaxed, and the last one a strong vanilla scent. all your favourites.
a quiet sigh left your lips, “russ, this is— it’s great,” you leaned against him. “thank you, baby.”
“don’t gotta thank me,” he gave a soft one armed squeeze, moving to stand in front of you after. “now, arms up, sweet girl, gotta get you nice and relaxed.”
following as asked, your arms lifted, russell pulling your shirt over your head. it revealed no bra, but he didn’t focus on that, it’s not like he hadn’t ever seen you naked before.
this was about you, your comfort, so he immediately moved to untie your sweatpants, pulling them down your legs with your underwear. helping you to balance as you stepped out.
finally, you moved to the bath. your hand in his as you stepped one foot into the warm water, already calming at the feeling. he kept hold of you until you were sat down and comfortable, seeing a smile on your face.
“yea?” he crouched down beside the tub. “that better?”
“much better.”
you closed your eyes, giving yourself a moment to get used to this feeling, the first time today that you’ve felt something other than just pain.
russell was being so quiet now, that you didn’t hear what he was doing. which is why it was such a shock to you when you felt him pushing you forwards gently as he stepped in behind you.
“oh, you’re—“ you glanced back at him. “okay.”
“i can leave,” he paused, standing there. “sorry— shoulda asked, my bad.”
you shook your head, “no, stay,” he slowly sat. “i can lean on you.”
“yea, i’m just the guy you lean against, that’s all.”
you quietly laughed, shaking your head at him. he got comfortable behind you, legs either side of yours, his hands going to your shoulders to pull you to lean back against his chest.
“there,” he waited until he felt you relax further. “you just rest, i’ve gotcha.”
russell’s arms went around your waist, hugging you against him as you took a few deep breaths, trying to focus more on this rather than the pain still radiating through you.
it was much better, in the security of his arms. you were safe, comfortable, he made you feel warm not only from the water but just because you knew he cared.
he knew the pain was still there, felt your body tense every time a more severe cramp hit somewhere. you tried to keep your reactions minimum, wanted to be calm, have at least a little time feeling better. but you were becoming restless already.
“hey,” russell leaned forwards, voice a whisper. “just breathe, take a nice deep breath for me.”
without responding, you took that breath, feeling russell’s hands moving to rest against your hips. thumbs stroking gentle circles to help you focus.
he reached further, thumbs digging into the soft skin just below your stomach to massage softly, “how’s that feel?”
“a little better,” you mumbled.
he shook his head. a little relief wasn’t good enough. he wanted that pain gone. even if it was only for a while. warm bath isn’t completely helping, pressure on your stomach isn’t either.
well, to him, there was only one final option.
his thumbs stopped their movement, one hand moving to rest on your thigh, the other squeezing softly as he spread your legs further, not too much to make any pain worse, but enough to give him space.
“russ,” you gripped his wrist, glancing back. “i don’t— not while i’m— it’s gross.”
“nothin’ gross about a period, sweetheart,” he reassured. “ain’t bothering me in the slightest.”
your grip loosened, “are you sure?”
he was surprised you were asking, “just want you pain free,” he kissed your cheek. “let me get you relaxed, properly, see if it helps more.”
russell waited, didn’t make a move until you were certain. after thinking about it, you let out a sigh, letting go of his wrist, your hands resting against your stomach.
“okay.”
“okay?” he repeated. “you tell me if you wanna stop or if it makes anything feel worse, alright?”
a nod from you, body leaning back against him again, head resting against his shoulder. his hand slipped lower in the water, settling between your legs, unmoving at first.
he starts slow, fingers moving in circles ever so gently above where you want him, testing the waters to make sure you’re not too sensitive at this time of the month. the last thing he wanted was to overwhelm you.
when he got no bad reactions, he moved lower. fingers slipping through your folds, finding it easy to move with the added water all around you.
his fingers dragged back up, slowly, not to torture, just to be sure. you suck in a breath once you felt the pressure you needed against your clit, a shiver travelling through your body at the feeling.
“you okay?” russell kissed your jaw, fingers stilling. “need to know how you’re doing, sweetheart.”
“keep going,” you spread your legs a touch more. “please.”
a laugh left him, “not gonna make you beg for it,” he reassured. “i know you need this.”
you would’ve responded, but the pads of his fingers were already resuming their motions. slow, gentle circles, pulling quiet breaths from your lips. body melting back against him more, the exact reaction he’d been waiting for.
“yea, there you go,” you could hear the smirk in his voice. “just feel it, baby.”
easing you into every sensation, he continues with only light touches for a while, enjoying the way you relaxed, the small breathy noises you let out while he kissed your neck down to your shoulder.
a finger slowly moved down, finding where he was looking for before pushing in with ease. your breath caught, hand reaching for his, grasping as you felt the curl before he found just the right spot.
“russ—“ your voice was more of a whimper.
“it’s okay,” a quiet reassurance as he added a second finger. “i’ve got you, my sweet girl, just feel.”
and you did. head tipping back against his shoulder, the pain almost completely subsided. he wasn’t being the usual russell either, nothing too fast, not rough. all soft and slow, hitting the exact spots you needed to give you some relief.
he pulled his fingers in and out, almost the whole way before reaching as deep as he could, wanting to hit your sweet spot with every motion.
your face said it all, jaw lax, eyes glazing over, those sweet like sugar noises leaving you with every bit of pleasure that he brought to you.
and god, did he love it. loved that he was one who got to do this, got to help relieve the pain, to let you feel pleasure that good that you seemed to forget how to speak.
“baby— oh,” there it was. that moan he’d been waiting for.
“right there?” his fingers stayed deep, curling back and fourth to only get that spot. “that feel good, sweetheart?”
“uh-huh,” a nod.
“words,” he doubled his efforts, moving faster, slightly harder. “need words, pretty girl, tell me how i’m making you feel.”
“good,” your eyes closed. “s’good— fuck.”
his free hand trailed up your side, moving back to your hair. combing softly, brushing it behind your ear before gathering it up in his palm to tug your head further back.
he kissed your shoulder, lips on your neck, at your sweet spot before hovering right next to your ear.
“you feel better, hm?” he was quiet, just above a whisper. “knew exactly what my girl needed, didn’t i?”
you tried to speak, you really did. but that hot, pleasurable feeling flowed through your whole body. pain long forgotten about, the only thought being russell. the way he moved, how in tuned he was with your body, always knowing what you needed before you could say anything.
your walls fluttered around his fingers, he felt it as clear as day. the way you start clenching just before reaching that highest point. the feeling of pure pleasure, a little like heaven when it was caused by him.
“almost there,” he released your hair, wrapped his arm around your stomach to hold you back against him. “gonna be a good girl and come for me, hm? can you do that, sweetheart?”
“yea,” it was a whine. “gonna— hm, gonna come for you.”
then, the usual russell came out. that urge to be in control, the dominant side of him that was always there, even now.
“for who?” his fingers slowed, missing that good spot by a tiny amount.
you pushed against him, hips rolling back against his fingers on their own accord, so close to finishing.
“you— shit, you, russ,” you squeezed his hand, almost in rhythm with your walls closing around his fingers tight. “always you, only you, russ— please.”
hearing you loud and clear, he leaned forwards, capturing your lips in a hard, deep kiss. almost like a claim, as if you weren’t already his. thumb connecting with your clit one more time, knowing it would get you there. adding to the overall feeling, felt it before you did.
“go on, baby,” he hummed in your ear. “come for me, let me feel it.”
your back arched against him, his arm loosening slightly. that hot, tingling feeling filling you from head to toe, exactly what you needed and he knew it, hearing your breath coming out in pants.
he kept moving, fingers thrusting in and out, starting to slow as he worked you through your climax. only keeping the pleasure going for as long as you could handle.
your hand was tight around his, holding on hard while you let all of the feelings flow though you. floating up to that high, a place russell knew you’d be for a while after this.
“that’s it, atta girl,” he soothed, waiting for your body to relax again before stopping his movements completely. “i’ve got you, you’re okay.”
a deep breath left your lips, head falling back against his shoulder again. he cautiously removed his fingers from you, resting his hand on top of your thigh. a soft kiss was pressed to your cheek, him looking over you, making sure you were okay.
he didn’t miss what looked like tears bunched in the corners of your eyes though. something that didn’t happen often when something like this went on between the two of you. he was surprised, shuffling to look at you more side on.
“hey, hey, it’s okay, i’m here,” he cupped your cheek, thumb caressing softly. “look at me, angel.”
you blinked a couple times, sniffling quietly. but, there was a smile in there, lip quivering, followed by an embarrassed laugh.
“sorry i— i don’t know what’s happening,” you shook your head, leaning into his grip.
a couple of tears dropping down, al these feelings at one time. from the worst pain, to the best pleasure. it was a lot to cope with for you.
“that’s okay, you don’t gotta understand it,” he smiled back. “probably just a mix of all those built up emotions.”
you nodded, knowing he was right. knew you were just a tad overwhelmed with all of those period hormones, now with the pleasure from him on top.
he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, pulling you to lean sideways against him, his arms wrapping around you in a hug. you settled there, breathing calming, body still shaking from the high you’d just been on.
russell waited a while, until he knew you were okay. no crying, no more overwhelm, and he started to move to sit more upright, pushing you up with him.
“gonna get out, okay?” he warned. “get you all sorted for bed.”
you sat there, watched as he climbed out, grabbed one of the towels to dry himself off with and wrap around his waist.
then his full focus was back on you, reaching out to take your hands, he helped you stand up, step out onto the towel laid on the floor before wrapping a towel around your body to get you dried off.
he ushered you to your bedroom, sitting you down on your bed before doing anything further.
russell grabbed your clean underwear, covered in the pad he added earlier, slipped them on over your legs, helping you to get comfortable. once you were, he found one of his shirts that you’d kept here previously, removing your towel to replace it with the top.
“you want your hair tied back?” he asked, already finding a hair tie on your dresser. “normally sleep with it up, don’t you?”
“m’okay,” you mumbled, already moving back on your bed.
he nodded, “i’ll go change, be right back, sweetheart.”
it didn’t take him long, discarding of the towel, pulling his boxers and sweatpants back on from earlier, rushing to get back to your room to make sure you weren’t starting to be in pain again.
you were laid on your side in bed by the time he came back, looking at him with tired eyes, threatening to close any second. though, slightly teary still. maybe more tired than anything now.
“isn’t it early for bed?” you asked as he switched your main light off, just leaving the warm glow of the lamp beside your bed.
he climbed in beside you, glancing at the time, “doesn’t matter,” he shrugged. “you’re tired now, so we’re going to bed.”
you managed a sleepy smile, holding your arms out as if to ask for hugs. russell was already moving that way, pulling you into his arms as soon as he’d laid down. your head on his chest, one leg hooked over his hips to bear hug him.
he kissed the top of your head, taking in the scent of your flowery bath soaps, “hm, you smell good.”
“you smell like me,” you giggled quietly.
“yea, well,” he rolled his eyes playfully. “just glad i could help you feel better for a while, baby.”
you agreed, going quiet again. small worry rising in russell’s chest, leaning to try and get another look at you before thinking about turing any final lights off.
“sure you’re okay?” he needed to check.
“think m’just tired,” it was honest, a yawn following.
“get some sleep,” his voice lowered. “i’ll be here if you need anything, or if the pain comes back.”
you took a deep breath, hand resting on his chest as your eyes closed. you felt warm, comforted, even more so than before. you always did when russell held you like this.
sleep already started to take over, the tiredness the pain had caused, mixed with the feelings russell let you have not long ago all blending together.
“love you, russell,” you mumbled sleepily.
he ran his hand through your hair, bringing more relaxation to you. that feeling almost sending you straight off to sleep. your breathing already evening out.
“love you, my sweet baby,” he replied, even if you couldn’t hear him as sleep took over.
for a while, he laid there, awake, watching you as you drifted deeper. making sure you would stay in a steady sleep, settled enough with him like this so that you’d get enough rest after a day of terrible pain.
he was happy. happy he could let you get some relief for a while. happy now that you were truly at peace. no pain, tired enough to start catching up on the rest you’d missed out on the night before, caused by your cramps.
once he knew you wouldn’t wake up any time soon, he shuffled slightly, getting more comfortable, keeping you exactly where you were.
he reached for your hand on his chest, bringing it to his lips to kiss the back gently. not wanting to move you too much to disturb you from your much needed slumber.
his voice almost silent, “goodnight, sweetheart.” he reached to turn off your lamp, finally sending the room into darkness.
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