Healing Touch [Koujaku x Abused!Reader]

“Don’t cry, love.”

“I-I’m sorry; I just-”

“Shhh,” a large, calloused hand encircles a cheek of silken skin. “You did just fine. No need to worry.”

A numbing anxiety floods constricted veins. Violent memories circulate through the surface of a frazzled mind; unwanted touches, aggressive words, droplets of blood trickling down bruised skin.

Salted tears stream down flushed temples.

“Don’t worry so much, my dear,” he whispers tenderly with a smile.

“But, I hate to be thinking of this, especially...with you.”

“You can’t help it,” he assures. “Really, it doesn’t bother me.”

“These memories,” a whisper turns into broken sounds, trembling, constricting. “They just keep replying in my head. I-I hate it-”

Velvety lips melt against dry ones, midnight hair tickling the sensitive skin of his lover, sending various shivers, hot and cold, down the length of her spine. Fingertips encircle delicate shoulders as if to secure in place, as if to ground in reality, a soft touch, a healing touch. Whatever ache resided slowly diminish with each flutter of her heart.

Humming with approval, he pulls from her lips, lightly breathing against the hints of red left behind. Crimson eyes soften, and she loses herself in those galaxies of mystery.

“I promised I would take all of you in,” he murmurs against the skin below her ear. “Believe me, it’s all worth it.”

He pulls her close, fitting her to his body.

His words sink in; a deep breath, a smile.

“Thanks, Koujaku...”

Sometimes, a healing touch and kind words go farther than any manufactured medicine.