Bath Time(Vernon/Reader)(m)
Is this fluffy?? This is my version of fluff and man I loved writing it but I’m not sure if this is the conventional understanding of ‘fluff’ haha
No gender specified for reader.
Warnings: Sleepy/exhausted Vernon, handjob.. yeah that’s it
The water splashed over the side of the tub as you climbed in carefully, taking Vernon’s proffered hand to steady yourself as you slowly nestled down across from him. The water was chilled from how long he’d been sitting in it, and he let out a soft sigh when you reached between the two of you to pull the stopper, draining the old water and refilling it with new, warm water.
He was tired, that much was obvious, hair wet and pasted together in streaks across his forehead – he didn’t move when you reached forward to brush it out of his face, but his lips quirked upwards into a soft smile.
“Was I in here that long?” He asks, voice just a bit rougher than usual, exhaustion sharpening the edges of it but softening the volume.
“A little over an hour.” You respond in an equally quiet voice, gazing at him steadily – he looked like he was completely willing to fall asleep in this tub if not for his brain reminding him that he actually had something he was supposed to be doing while in it that was not sleeping. You tugged gently at his elbow and he cracked his eyes open to look at you in confusion. “Soaking in warm water is good for muscles, but you need to wash up first too before you get out. Come here.”
He allows your gentle and insistent tugging to guide him towards you, turning around so his back is against your chest, sinking down into the water a little so his head can lay back and fit perfectly against your shoulder. You smile and press a kiss to his neck and then cheek before snagging the shampoo that clearly had not been moved tonight from it’s usual perch on the shelf.
It’s simple enough to wash his hair – he keeps his eyes closed and lets out soft, relaxed sighs every now and then as you massage his scalp with the suds. A small detour is made to rub out some of the tense muscles in his neck and shoulders before you reach up to grab the shower head, turning it to the softest setting before washing his hair out for him. He takes over washing the rest of his body so you busy yourself with pressing kisses to the parts of his skin you can reach that aren’t soapy.
“You need to relax.” You grumble, rubbing at one of his biceps – he glances at you in amusement as you hinder his progress but doesn’t actually comment on it. “You need to just release all your stress for the night and - …”
A thought has formed in your mind and you snap your mouth shut as you mull it over, retracting your hand – Vernon raises an eyebrow at you but ultimately continues what he was doing because he knows by now that there’s no use in trying to talk you out of whatever it was you were thinking of.
You wait until he’s basically finished before pouncing, arm snaking around him to grab hold of his soon-to-be hard-on. A soft breath stutters out through his lips and you can feel his gaze on you, lidded with exhaustion and arousal in equal measure. After another long moment he relaxes back against you again, curling his hands into loose fists on his legs. A silent okay for you to continue.
It takes a little bit of time for him to become fully hard but neither of you are in any hurry – your thumb swipes over his tip every now and then, and the pace you’ve set is slow and almost leisurely. Vernon just sucks in a breath and holds it periodically, exhaling shakily when the pleasure unexpectedly crests.
You reach for a bottle of lotion next to the array of other bottles on the shelf, glancing quickly at the back of it, scanning the ingredients for anything that would jump out at you as harmful – you don’t see anything but ask anyway, your free hand continuing its soft and unhurried strokes.
“I’ve used it before..” Vernon mumbles when he reopens his eyes, raising a hand to wrap around your own to bring it closer to his face so he can see it more clearly. “..Yeah. I’ve used it before, it should be fine.”
You chuckle and kiss his cheek at that – he’s flushed ever so slightly, color appearing high up on his cheeks, and he’s so fucking beautiful that you lean in and press your lips to his for a kiss that he reciprocates with a sort of lazy, sleepy enthusiasm. His hips have started to rock up into your hand, not huge motions but still noticeable enough.
“Drain the tub a bit.” You instruct him, flipping the cap to the lotion open – you can hear his hand grope around until it finds the stopper and pulls it, letting the soapy water drain low enough that both your legs were barely submerged before you tapped his arm and he pushed it back in.
The lotion was cool in your hand and you spent a few moments rubbing your fingers back and forth to warm it up before applying it liberally to his cock, red and hot with need. A soft, barely there whine slips through his lips at the sudden extra slide your hand has on his most sensitive part.
It’s messy and a little bit awkward, and your combined motions cause the water to crest over your legs multiple times, lapping at the bottom of your elbows on the rare chance one of you moved enough to cause it to go so high, but neither of you are complaining. He’s clearly feeling good and you’re perfectly happy with that outcome.
“I love you.” It’s a quiet murmur, so quiet you barely hear it over the lewd sounds of the lotion and the water, but you hear it all the same and lean forward to press your smile into his cheek.
“I love you too – so much – that’s why I want you to be able to relax and have a good night’s sleep tonight.” You keep your voice just as quiet as he kept his, peppering his neck with soft open-mouthed kisses that he leans into, tilting his head away from you to expose more skin for you to give the same treatment.
His orgasm creeps up on him and he’s visibly surprised when he realizes it’s there, a deep groan being torn from his chest as he released into the already dirty bathwater. His chest heaves as his brain slowly pieces itself back together after the surprise orgasm, and you join in on his soft laughter when he finally catches his breath.
“I guess I needed that..” Vernon trails off in embarrassment, batting your hands away when you try to clean the lotion off to do it himself. “Thanks babe.”
“Mhm.” You hum, stealing a kiss from him as you carefully peel yourself away from his body, bringing the shower head with you that you only now realized you’d left hanging since you used it last. Checking again to make sure it’s on its softest setting you let it spray over your legs before aiming it at Vernon’s entire body – he wrinkles his nose when the spray hits his face but doesn’t complain about it. A fluffy towel is awaiting him when he finally, finally stands and climbs out of the bath, and he ruffles his hair with it half-heartedly before just letting it hang around his neck.
It was only a few minutes longer until he was dried off enough that he could climb into soft pajama pants and then into bed. You took a little longer, cleaning the bathroom up before putting on your own sleeping clothes and finally following him – a small burst of warmth blooms in your chest when you see him watching you quietly, forcing himself to stay awake until you join him.
Sliding in next to him your legs automatically entangle and he’s out the minute his eyes close, breath becoming even and steady in a matter of seconds. You brush your fingers through his hair – it’s still damp, but he’ll probably just wear a cap tomorrow anyway – and watch as he curls closer to you in his sleep, dropping a kiss onto his brow. You feel good for helping him get to this state of relaxation, and you combine that feeling with your love for him as you drift off to sleep as well.
