⋆˚࿔ 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆?.. 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Redacted X GN!reader

⋆˚࿔ 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆?.. 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ redacted x GN!reader

•ଓ.° this baby is SO stiff, he looks like he’s in need of a massage, (posture is outrageous,) so you’re happy to give one to them!

[ REN BELONGS TO @14dayswithyou !!! ]

[ REVERSE comfort!! ] [ 18+ ] [ not proofread! per usual ]

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you lay on your boyfriend's bed as you wait for them to detach from their computer.

you eye the man before you once more, hunched over and poker faced as he stares at the screen displaying some odd black and green code. you speak up for what seems to be the hundredth time,

“babe.” you say as deeply as possible, serious and concerned. you couldn't help it! you watched him hunch over his desk for a solid four hours without taking any break. it was worrying to see them strain themself so much without rest.

the man glances at you repeatedly —practically every two seconds— to which he’s met with the same disappointed look on your face every single time. as much as it broke him, he’d been working for so long, he didn’t really want to loose all the progress he’d made.

“ren, you need a break! im serious!” you exclaim, a hint of distress in your tone as you raise your voice slightly.

frowning, you watch as he /finally/ slips his hand underneath the screen. a button clicks as the display goes dark.

he rests his head on the back of his seat and takes a deep breath, pausing for a moment.

eyes on your lover, you hope they aren't upset with you.. it was just, the sight of him being invested for so long without stretching or standing worried you. the discomfort seemed to be taking a toll on him and—

practically snapping you out of your thoughts, they use their arms to push themself upward. finally standing on his feet, just like you’d asked.

you feel a sense of relief at the sight.

he turns to face you with an unreadable expression.

“‘m sorry love.. i was so distracted-” he speaks, gradually stepping closer to you, their eyes focused on yours. “— forgive me?” he pleads, taking notice of your furrowed brows. his hand moves to rest on your cheek, though it slowly falls.

you couldn't be upset. he did as you asked, even if you had to ask them several times.

“forgiven.. now, sit honey,” you speak, patting the cushion beside you.

calmly, they sit down, reading your expression to see if you'd really meant your forgiveness.

untangling yourself from the sheets beneath you, you expose your legs and get up to toss them on each side of your lover. as you straddle him, his breath gets caught in his throat at the sight of you, the pressure of your body finally dropping in his lap.

“all your pleas jus’ for you to have me sit again? you sure missed me, hm?” he teases, hands slowly sliding up and down your thighs. you can barely make out the hearts nearly form in his eyes between the shield of his dark bangs.

“of course..” you coo, gliding one hand up his tattooed arm, finally relaxing it on his shoulder. your other hand rests against their face. slightly moving their bangs out of the way, you reveal the glossy eyes underneath. “do you know how long you've been sitting?” you ask, noticing how his eye bags have suddenly grown darker.

“mmm.. dunno.” they hum, leaning into your touch.

suddenly, your warm hands find their way towards his neck, slightly rubbing circles around his collarbones with your thumbs. <REDACTED> closes his eyes at the relaxing touch, hands resting on both of your hips, pressing you even further down on their lap.

“feel good?” you whisper, not wanting to disrupt his peace.

“mhhmm..” he drifts off, head leaning forward a bit.

“shh..” you hush, “let me take care of you.”

placing a kiss on their forehead, you continue to run your hands gently up and down his neck, applying slight pressure.

over time, the tension being placed on his upper half begins to get more intense as you dig your palms into his neck with circular motions. the more you feel around, you can definitely feel the most tense areas.

<REDACTED> inhales sharply at the contact, hissing as you place even more pressure on his tense neck.

“you okay?” you ask, slightly removing your hands.

realization hits as their eyes shoot open. he softly takes a hold of your wrist to guide you. “‘m f-fine.. keep going angel..” he huffs, placing your hands back onto his textured skin.

“it feels good, yeah?” you smile, applying slight force once more.

“s’ good.. don’t stop.. please.”

they relax into your gentle touch once more, surrounding themself in your scent.

the aroma and situation suddenly becomes overstimulating..

he swiftly envelopes you in a hug. his face hidden away in the crook of your neck. his eyes begins to sting.

tears start to form as the realization of the scenario sets in. how could he get so lucky?

“so good to me.. i don’t deserve it, angel.”