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hailtheaeon · 9 days ago

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DO WHATEVER YOU LIKE

“You can hurt me do whatever you like.” -Sister, She Wants Revenge

summary: Jake's just gotten home a few days ago, and, after an interesting dream, he wants you to take the reins. wordcount - 4.5k

warnings: bondage, m sub, f top, p in v sex, bjs, hjs, f receiving oral, blindfolds, use of gag, unsafe sex (wrap it!), teasing, degradation, edging?

thank you to this lovely anon for the suggestion. I had so much fun writing this.

You and Jake hadn’t seen each other in three months, which was exactly three months too long. Sure, calling and pictures and FaceTime was fun. And the phone sex was great, you loved hearing his voice, loved hearing his pants and groans. But, it could never be enough. You craved him, ached for him, needed him. The touch of his skin was incomparable to anything else. His lips against your ear, muttering out praises to you. The way his arm slid around your stomach to hold you up when your knees would buckle, and the way he’d always switch positions before you both came so you could watch each other was the best thing. Aftercare made it even more special. Every time you’d put down the phone after he started with the usual phone sex line ‘what are you wearing right now?’ you’d feel only half satiated.

He’d been home for two nights, you were almost shocked at both of your self restraint. He was jet lagged and needed to rest and get used to sleeping in the same bed. And you couldn’t just demand for physical intimacy the second he walked through the door. Pouncing on him once he set his suitcases down was unrealistic, and mostly, you wanted him to be able to fully enjoy himself.

But, every morning you woke up next to him was more and more difficult not to just rut against him. His beautiful umber eyes shut, the ends of his eyelashes hitting his cheekbones. His pouty lips parted to let out soft snores. His pointy nose breathing in and out so softly except for the occasional snore, that septum surgery didn’t work too well. You wished you could bottle moments like this forever.

He looked like an angel.

Wrapping your index finger around a lock of his hair, you heard his breathing pattern shift. He sighed out through his nose, smacking his lips before his eyes slowly fluttered open, glazed over and glossy from sleep. Before he even said a word his hand reached out and pulled you tighter against him, you pressed a kiss to his temple, almost barely a touch. He huffed out, eyes finally turning to look at you. “Hm?” he hummed out, his eyes slightly closing.

You chuckled softly, running your thumbs over his eyelashes to get his eyes to open again. He grumbled, Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallowed down his spit. “Stop that.” he reached his hand up to push your thumbs away. His voice was deeper than usual, sounding more like Josh’s with the slight coarseness. They were so similar, but of course both boys would fully deny it. But no matter the similarities, you knew no one could fit into your heart like Jake.

“I had a weird dream.” Jake murmurs softly, brushing your hair back from your forehead. His brows furrowed and his lips parted, as if he’s contemplating telling you. What could be so bad that he would have to contemplate?

You slide your hand over his stomach and to his hip, squeezing it. “Yeah?” you encourage him, kissing his cheek.

He chuckles, eyes looking up as if he’s trying to remember all the details of his ‘weird dream’, his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. “Well, I kind of wanna try it out.” his cheeks turn strawberry pink as he says that, as if he’s embarrassed to admit it.

Your eyes widen and you can’t help but let out a giggle. “Did you have a sex dream about us?” you ask curiously. “Well, I hope it was us.” you joke softly, trying to make him feel less embarrassed about whatever dream he had that made him so nervous to tell you. Your hand reached up to rub at his shoulder down to his elbow.

His face softened at the touch and he huffed at the joke, eyes going back to yours. He licked his bottom lip again. “You um-“ his hand reaches up to brush the stray strands of hair away from his forehead. “Well, you- um- we were kissing and undressing and uh- you pushed me down and took your silk scarf, the one you like to use as a belt- and you blindfolded me and told me-“ he takes in a deep breath, and you can feel his dick twitch in his boxers, his crotch pressed to your thigh. “You told me that you wanted to have me how you wanted and um- you tied me up.”

Jake immediately looks away, reaching his hands up to bite at his nails, a nervous habit of his. You pulled his fingers away from his mouth, grinning a Cheshire grin. Jake was usually the dominant, even when it wasn’t something more hardcore, even when making love. This intrigued you. Was he embarrassed about this because he thinks you wouldn’t want it? Or did it make him feel less masculine? You didn’t know, but you felt the overwhelming urge to tease him about it. “You want to be tied up, huh?” you giggle softly, cupping his cheek. Your hand squeezes and pulls at his cheek, making him flush pink and shake his head, trying to deny what he just said.

“It’s okay.” you soothe him for a second before teasing him even more. “Jakey wants to be used?” He had a love hate relationship with you calling him that nickname, it was something he’d been called since childhood, something his twin and mother often called him. You calling him that made him feel smaller, less dominant. “That’s so cute.” you muse with a slight purr.

Jake squirmed slightly, you didn’t know how much you’d enjoy this until you saw him in this state. His face flushed, eyes squinted shut, lips in a pout. He turns his head into his pillow. “Fuck off.” he mutters under his breath, clearly affected by your taunting. You can hear him just enough, even though his voice is muffled by his pillow.

You slide your hair into his roots through the nape of his neck and grab a good chunk from the base of his head and yank him up. He yelps out, eyes widening. His lips quirk up slightly, silent recognition that you learned that from him. You lean in, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear. “C’mon, admit it. If you want it, own that shit.” you whisper with bite, loving the power you had over him.

Jake gulps, clearly considering his options. His eyes nearly pop out of his skull when you tug at his hair again, pulling his back to your chest, leaning down to whisper again. “Tell me now.” you demand.

He weakly nods his head, eyes nearly rolling back to look up at you. He looked absolutely gorgeous, you couldn’t help but adore him like this, wondering why this hadn’t happened sooner. “Hm?” you taunt. “Speak up.”

“Please.” his voice is weak, almost a whimper as he finally breaks. His embarrassment gone, all he wants is for you to make his recent dream happen. You’re delighted at his response, seeing him beg and whine like he’d make you do so often when he was home.

“What’s that?” you grin a Cheshire grin, choosing to taunt him even more. Your hand still locked into the roots of his chestnut hair. Your other hand wrapped around his soft stomach, fingers squeezing at his right hip.

“I want it.” he admits, his hand going over yours on his hip, squeezing it. His thumb rubs over your knuckles, seeking comfort. He looked so needy, so submissive? You’d have never thought that before this morning, but he did. To you, he always radiated dominance and power, his rockstar self god like to people who didn’t know him. People would probably kill to please him, but you had him whining in your shared bed, begging to be tied up and used. And that made you feel so drunk on power.

But, here, in your shared home, in your bedroom, there were no screaming fans, no stage lights, no fancy outfits. There was just Jake, the way you knew him, the way you adored him most. Just the both of you, and that was perfect, the silent lucidity, the morning sun shining through the crack in the blackout curtains, the dark red silk sheets that were almost the color of blood. There was a comfort that you couldn’t reach anywhere else.

“Yeah?” you find yourself breathing out, making him shudder. You let go of his hair, not wanting to accidentally pull out a few strands. Jake lays the back of his head onto your shoulder, still looking up with those big and brown puppy-dog eyes. You lean down, pressing a kiss to the space between his thick eyebrows. His eyes flutter shut for a moment, only a moment, before they open again.

“Yeah.” he breathes out in the same way. “I’m already so hard just thinking about it.” his head drops from your shoulders to look down at himself. You peer over his shoulder, looking right at his crotch. He wasn’t lying, not that you thought he was. But, seeing is believing as they say.

You dropped your hand from his waist. “Can I?” you ask him, you’d always ask. He nodded eagerly, licking his lips in anticipation. You reach your hand down and give him a squeeze, his hips jolt up.

“Jesus- fuck!” he heaves, yelping out. He surely didn’t expect that. Usually, you’d trace your thumb down, or palm him, not immediately squeeze him like that. “Baby, careful.” his hand brushes over yours, pulling it onto his thigh.

“Too much?” you ask him, needing to know. You never wanted to make him feel uncomfortable, you never wanted to accidentally hurt him.

“Too much in a good way.” he sighs out, squeezing your hand. “I don’t wanna cum in my boxers like a fuckin’ teenager.” he chuckles weakly, cheeks tinging the prettiest shade of coral pink.

“Okay, okay.” you hum in response, pressing a few chaste kisses to his temple. You would give him mercy now, not knowing how long that would last. You wanted him begging for mercy, wanted him to squirm.

You turn around, fixing the sheets for him to lay on top of. The black comforter is slightly wrinkled, you flatten out the wrinkles with your hand, pulling on the corners to make them neat. “You’re sure you wanna do this, right?” you ask, making sure he’s one hundred percent on this.

Jake nods eagerly, shifting so he’s lying down. You chuckle at his eagerness. “There’s one issue.” you start to point out. “We don’t have proper shibari rope.” you knew there were other ways to make it happen, but it wasn’t going to be one hundred percent accurate to his dream.

“Hold on.” you ran to the dresser and rummaged through the drawers, finally finding a couple silk scarves. You ran back over and sat them onto the bed. Jake squirmed anxiously in anticipation, watching you run around until you pulled out his leather guitar straps.

“Baby.” he couldn’t help but chuckle. “I don’t think those will be very practical. Is there anything else?”

“Well, I don’t want to wrap you with electrical cords, that might really cut off circulation, so will zip ties.” you explain your thought process. “And these can slip off, I’ll tie them together. But they’re strong enough that they won’t break. Just- just hear me out.” you hold them out to him, taking his bent thigh into your hand and wrapping the strap around his thigh and calf, just above where his foot met his ass.

“See?” you say, showing that it could work. “And, it’s kinda hot, I mean- I’m using your own shit against you.”

“Don’t say that.” you could see his dick twitch in his boxers, you grinned, loving his body’s reactions. His head immediately turned away, not wanting you to see how affected he was by this.

“What do you think? Hm?” you pull at this foot and place a kiss onto his ankle, looking up at his face. “Wanna be tied up with your own guitar straps, Jakey?” you hum with a slightly giggle, reeling at his beautiful expressions.

Jake twitches, unable to cover his groan when you say that. He presses his palm to his head and his head falls back, giving you a weak nod of his head. His hair already sticks to his skin, a sheen of sweat starting to form over his body.

You can see the goosebumps rise on his legs, and immediately your lips nip and bite and kiss up his calf. You stop just below the crease of his knee, making sure his whines were whines of anticipation and not distaste. Your other hand reaches over and grabs at his hip, holding him in place until you kiss to the crease of his thighs, sucking a harsh red hickey into the inside of his thigh. He yelps, his hips bucking. Jake bites his lip, eyes hooked on you.

“Baby.” he sighs out, body relaxing, shoulders slouching, his head sinking into the pillow. He reaches his hand down and scratches your scalp, making you hum in delight.

You do the exact same to his left leg, kissing from his ankle to his inner thigh. You spread apart his knees, looking up at him for his body language. He relaxes into it, no signs of hesitation or discomfort on his face.

Grabbing the guitar strap, you wrap it around his leg, taking his hand and making him stick his pointer finger in between the guitar strap and his thigh so that it doesn’t pull too tight or cut off circulation. Once you have it tied and fully secure, he removes his finger. His eyes look at his thigh, the heel of his feet hitting just below his asscheek. He flexes his muscles, the corners of his lips turning to a grin. He seems absolutely pleased, a delighted sparkle in his eyes as he rolls his ankle.

You tie up his left leg, pulling on the strap to make sure it wouldn’t break. “Fuck, Jakey.” you sigh out in complete awe. He always took your breath away, but this, this was something entirely different. It was like an offering to the gods, he was your offering. And you were absolutely going to take it. You ran your hands up his thighs, watching goosebumps rise again. His legs spread, cock splayed out for you. You couldn’t help but watch it twitch and bob while you teased him.

“You’re okay?” you ask him and he immediately nods.

“I’m good, I’m good. I promise.” he huffs out, offering you his hands in front of his stomach. “Can you also tie my hands?” he asks softly, big brown eyes pleading.

“Mm, maybe.” you hum, traveling your hand down his bare chest and stomach, stopping just below his belly button. His thighs twitch, bottom lip tucked between his front teeth. “I just don’t want you thinking that you can get your way.” you reach your hand up and pinch his right nipple, making his back arch immediately. He yelps.

“You’re too mouthy.” you can’t help but roll your eyes, reaching your hands down. Your thumbs hook just below the hem of your underwear, slowly pulling them off. You take your underwear, ball it up and shove it into his mouth. He looks shocked at first before his face relaxes and his stuffed cheeks flush. He looked like a chipmunk. But, you couldn’t help but find him even more sexy. Now he couldn’t talk back.

He wiggles his torso, chest glistening in the sunlight that shines through the sage curtains of your bedroom. His brows are furrowed as if to tell you to just ‘get on with it’, and part of you wants to tease him further. You’re in control, not him. Your hand moves down his smooth stomach, your fingertips tickling his bare skin. His cock twitches again, and just because you can, your thumb presses down right into the slit of his cock. His eyes widen and his hips jerk up immediately, his groan suppressed by the fabric stuffed into his mouth. His eyes squint as if he's in pain. To finally give him something you remove the fabric from his mouth for just a moment. “Spit.” you demand, holding out the palm of your hand under his chin. You can see him gather spit with the way he sucks on the inside of his cheeks, a trickle of saliva falling into your palm.

His doe like eyes look up into yours for approval, you grin. “Thank you, pretty.” you compliment and he flushes pink yet again, always a sucker for compliments.

“Open,” you demand him yet again, and his lips part only slightly. “Wider.” you spit, and his mouth opens wide enough for you to stuff your underwear back into his mouth. You see his eyes sparkle, clearly enjoying this situation he put himself into.

Your dominant hand goes to the base of him, using his own spit to slick himself up. You torturously slide your hand up and down his length, but stop just before you reach the tip of his cock. Yet again, he squirms but what you don’t expect is for him to let out a muffled high pitched whine. The sound shoots straight to your stomach, making butterflies swarm inside. You’d never heard him make a noise like that in the entirety of your relationship, and though it was probably torture for him, you couldn’t help but want to hear it again.

So, you did it again, and the whine was louder, needier, as if he was begging. Sadly, you relented, taking your hand off of him before you started to pump his dick at the pace you usually did. His body relaxed once again, no longer tense as he melted into the plush navy pillows. His fingernails dug into the sheets beside him, trying so hard not to reach out and claw at you, to put his hand on top of yours and fix your pace. But, he stopped himself, letting you take the reins.

He jutted his hips up, trying his best to fuck into your hand and you immediately stopped with a smack to his inner thigh. “Jacob Thomas!” you scold him as if he stole a cookie from the cookie jar. You press your palm flat onto his stomach and push him back down.

Jake spits the underwear out of his mouth, the crumple of fabric falling onto his chest. “You’re fucking killin’ me, baby.” he groans out, hands reaching for your hips.

You smack his hands away, shaking your head. “You’re not playing fair,” you huff out, lips sticking out into an exaggerated pout to mock his own. His bottom lip stuck out just a bit.

“You know what?” your lips form into a sick grin. “Since you can’t just sit there and look pretty, I’m going to put you to good use.” you flick his nose, your voice taking on a mocking tone, meaning to belittle him.

His cheeks tinge pink and he looks away out of embarrassment. But, he’s determined to please, so, his lips purse. “What do you- I mean- what do you need me to do?” he asks hopelessly as you straddle his stomach. His hands go up to squeeze your hips out of habit, but, before his fingertips touch your skin he forces himself to pull them back down. Why was this so damn difficult for him? Why couldn’t he just lay still?

“I’m gonna sit on your face.” you say with newfound confidence. “And you’re going to make me cum. And if you don’t do it fast enough I’ll make you do it over and over again until I’m satisfied.”

“Okay.” he gulps, face getting even redder. His cock twitches again. “Can I-” he huffs raggedly. “Can I touch you? Please?” his fingers twitch, hovering just beside your hips, centimeters away from touching you.

“You better start.” you laugh, giggles falling from your lips. He grabs you and sits you onto his face so fast the only thing you can do is yelp, feeling him silently chuckle below you, your hands resting on his flexing stomach. Thankfully or unfortunately, he immediately laps at you once your skin hits his lips. You’re pooling wet, you could already feel yourself dripping down your thighs just teasing him, but this, this was something that brought a whole nother level of arousal to your gut. He was so devoted, so eager, so willing, and the thought made you want to squeeze your legs shut.

His hand snakes up your ass to slip his fingers inside you and before he can you smack his hand away and he immediately retracts it, sinking his fingers into the other side of your hip instead. His tongue slips inside of you, curling it just as he would his fingers, squirming to find your sweet spot. He hits it after the third curl of his tongue, his nose bumping up slightly and hitting your clit in the process. Your hands fly from his stomach to his hair, pulling at it to ground yourself, to hold onto something, anything.

The pull at his strands of hair makes him groan into you, his tongue vibrating inside you. You squirm but his hands remain firm, pushing you back down onto him. “Jakey..” you whine out needily.

He squeezes your hips as if to say: ‘I’m here, I’m right here, I’ve got you.’ which makes your clit throb and your heart soften. You find yourself quickly teetering the ledge, bent over so your forehead can rest against the headboard.

You see stars, your orgasm coming over you in waves like the crashing of tides on the shore. Your toes curl, your thighs shake, and you gasp out breaths and pleas of his name. ‘Jake, Jake, Jake.’ is all that’s in your brain, and every time he makes you come, you're sure you forget your own name. The tides cool down and return back to the sea, just like you find yourself calming down, your eyes opening again, the stars slowly vanishing. You’d never had an orgasm from him giving you head that powerful, and that proved to you that he was desperate enough for his own release. His hands on your hips pulled you to sit on his chest, his chest rising sharper and faster than usual. You could even feel his heartbeat rapidly pacing through your thigh.

Jake’s eyes sparkle with delight, a stupidly giggly and proud grin on his face. His nose, chin, lips, and neck is covered with your release and wetness, small drips rolling down from his neck and stopping near his collarbones. He licks his lips, pink tongue lapping at whatever he can reach. This makes you remember your first encounter, his fingers glistening, and he immediately popped them into his mouth. You practically gagged, unsure and grossed out as to why anyone would do that, let alone enjoy it. Jake was one of those guys who loved giving as much as getting, but you were almost positive that he liked spending more time between your legs than you spending time between his legs.

“That was, fuck- that was hot, pretty.” Jake compliments you, wiping his nose and chin off with the back of his palm. He gulps, his tongue peeking out to lick at his top lip once again. “And you taste as secular as the apple that the serpent offered Eve, tangy, sweet, sour, all of it.”

He grins up at you, his heart thumping in antici… pation as Frank N Furter would say. “You’re fuckin, nasty.” you can’t help but giggle, never knowing how to take a compliment, especially one as raunchy and detailed as his.

“‘S not nasty, you enjoy it.” he wiggles his eyebrows in a way that is way too Josh for your liking. You grab his hair at the root and tug it. “Ouch! Fuck, baby!” he yelps, sinking back.

“You’re being too mouthy, should I gag you again?” you grab your underwear that had dropped to the floor. He looks at the underwear, damp from his saliva and shakes his head.

“You were supposed to uh- blindfold me.” Jake chuckles weakly, still breathing heavily. You roll your eyes at him with a sigh.

“Yeah, yeah, princess.” you hop off of him and grab your silk scarf off of the vanity, folding it over before dangling it over him like a cat toy. “This?” you tilt your head.

Jake lifts his head and you wrap your scarf around his eyes. “How many fingers am I holding up?” you joke, holding absolutely no fingers up.

“Dunno, I can’t see shit.” Jake mutters, the corners of his lips turning up into a subtle yet noticeable grin. You poke his nose, giggling when it scrunches up.

After only minutes he’s writhing and whining from just your mouth, your dominant hand reaches to cup his balls. His back arches, hips jutting into your touch, gasps leaving his lips. “Oh! Fuck! Please!” he begs, bottom lip tucked between his front teeth.

“It’s yours.” you reassure him, lifting your mouth from his cock, drool connected from your lips to the tip of his cock. His hips lift up once again to seek out your mouth, he shudders.

“Please, just- I’m almost there.” he whines pitifully, hand reaching out for yours. He tugs you down by your wrist. “I’ll do anything, just, let me have it.” he begs, he’d never begged you before and you were shocked at how much you liked it.

“Anything?” you grin at that, and he immediately nods his head.

“Even takeout?” you joke, mouth hovering over his tip, you lick his slit.

“Yes!” he jolts at the sharp buzz of pleasure. “Fuckin’ anything.”

You sink back down onto him as far as you can, trying to suppress a gag, an inch or two from taking him fully. You bob your head faster, practically milking him as his thighs start to shake and his body tenses up. Your other hand goes to his stomach, sliding up and finding his hand. He squeezes your hand tightly. “‘M so close, don’t-” he stutters. “Don’t stop.”

You squeeze his hand to tell him you’re not planning on stopping, and suddenly, you feel his cock throb. He twitches, trembling underneath you, hand squeezing even tighter. And then, you can feel him spurt into your mouth, his cock twitches, and you keep your mouth onto him to swallow him down. After a minute, you lift yourself up, wiping your mouth.

Your hands go for the blindfold, pulling it off of him. Then, after his body fully relaxes back you untie him, looking at his thighs to see if there are any welts or marks. The skin is red, but not irritated, it just needed to breathe.

“When can we do that again?” he heaves out, breathless yet happy.

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hailtheaeon · 10 days ago

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I love your writing! Can you write something with any member helping with their significant other’s period cramps???

GOOD TO ME - BLURB

“oh, but you’re good to me baby.” -Would That I, Hozier

summary: on the worst day of your period, Jake’s there to pamper you.

warnings - nudity no sex, reader is in pain, nausea, period cramps, massages, self deprecating talk, tooth rotting fluff

Today was horrible, you’d been like this a few before but today was bad, really bad. The cramps in your lower abdomen were nauseating, debilitating, and so so painful. You’d been swallowing back nausea, lying on your stomach and clutching your pillow.

You hear the door open, willing yourself to at least roll over to the side where you’re facing the door. Step, step, step. Jake’s boot’s echoed through the hall, you knew he shouldn’t be wearing them inside but you loved him too much to tell him off. The door opens with a click, his face peeking through, a bag of takeout in hand. “Hey, pretty, got you your favorite.” he says quietly, as if you had a migraine.

You immediately knew what it was, he got you your favorite soup, one of your comfort meals and your heart warmed at his effort. You were a total bitch to him yesterday due to your period, crying over the fact that he finished the last of the peanut butter and forgot to throw it out. He held you and apologized, your sobs turning into giggles at the absurdity.

He was always so understanding, so sweet, researching what he could do to make you feel better when you were in such a state. You really craved a bath, and one of his massages right now, you almost moaned at the thought of his thumbs digging into your lower back.

Jake sits on the corner of the bed, head tilted like an eager dog, waiting for your command. “Is there anything I can do?” he asked, voice hushed, picking at his thumbs.

You lifted yourself enough to sit up. “I’d love a bath, and one of your massages.” you answered honestly, cheeks tinging pink. You still felt awkward expressing your wants and needs to him, it was weird being able to fully ask for anything and have him bend at your will to do whatever he could to help you.

“Okay, I can do that.” he said simply, letting out a groan as he stood himself up. You chuckled, rolling your eyes at his dramatics. He pushed the glass of water on your nightstand closer to you, urging you to take a few sips so you did. And god, did he care.

You heard the faucet of the bath in the background, heard him dump Epsom salts into the tub, you could even smell the lavender oil. After a few minutes, he helped scoot you to the edge of the bed, letting you steady yourself on him. He helped you pull your clothes off, swooped you up bridal style and gently set you into the water.

“I’m getting blood on you, ‘m sorry.” you mumble tiredly, looking up at him from the bathtub. You could feel your muscles instantly relax, your body sink back. The bath felt delightful.

Jake only chuckled softly, shaking his head. He brushed it off. “It’s not like you can help it, plus, it washed off when I set you into the tub.” he ducked his head down and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “Chamomile or peppermint?”

“Chamomile, please.” you smiled softly, still so shocked at how he could possibly adore you so much. Of course you adored him too, but he was well- him, and you were you. You’d never feel deserving of his compassion and care, even if it made you love him even more.

Thirty minutes go by and Jake helps you out of the bath, slipping on your underwear for you that he already put a pad onto. How could he be so caring and unbothered? You melted at the way his things rubbed into your hips after your waistband snapped into place. “You’re so beautiful.” he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips.

Your cheeks tinge strawberry pink, eyes darting away shyly. “You’re just saying that.” you couldn’t believe him, you always felt so gross, so ugly in your period.

“No.” he shook his head, pressing a soft kiss to the bridge of your nose. “You’re always beautiful.” he insisted, with his kisses you were in no position to argue. He always won anyway.

He set you down onto bed, a pillow under your head while you lay on your stomach, his thumbs digging into your lower back. You bit back a groan, toes curling in delight as his fingers worked magic at relieving the dull ache in your back and the cramping in your abdomen. He told you about his day and future plans as you requested, his voice soothing you.

“Thank you, baby.” you told him after his hands stopped their magic, feeling a teeny bit disappointed that his touch was gone but grateful that they were there for as long as they were. And you knew if you asked him again, he’d gladly take the opportunity to.

“Just wanna make you feel better, beautiful.”

A/N - I hope this was close to what you were looking for! I really loved writing this and special thanks to my beautiful friend @hailthegodsong for helping me get my ideas together. I love you. Thank you for your submission anon, I hope to receive another one from you soon!

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