need desperately more baran fics/headcanons
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Mom's Friend Baran Al-Hashimi headcanons
(Baran Al-Hashimi x fem!reader)
Warnings / Tags : (18 +) age gap, pervy!Baran (Baran catches reader changing, staring at her cleavage etc.), nipple play (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), mirror sex
Notes : okay yes this is more of a drabble than headcanons. i don’t give a gaf im calling it what i want…
also picturing Baran w/ this vibe for all of this bc it’s summer:
Mom's friend!Baran who nurses a bloody mary for an hour at least while standing on your family’s back patio, watching her son run around with one of your Aunt’s kids. It's a warm summer day, with the smell of hot dogs and burgers wafting over to where a group of your family friends stands around your porch. She’s smiling softly, watching the kids fill up water guns to spray each other with… when she hears everyone greeting someone new. She turns slowly, expecting another one of your mom’s friends to walk through the door. Her eyes widen when she sees this young, maybe college-age girl with a bright smile, short denim shorts and a tank top, bikini peeking out, walking out. And, god, you’re absolutely fucking gorgeous. Baran is never one to stare… but she can’t take her eyes off of you.
Mom's friend!Baran who actually has to pause when she sees your mom stand up, giving you a big hug, saying;
“I’m so glad you could make it, honey. Say hi to everyone.”
Honey. Oh shit. Her daughter. Baran swallows hard, looking down at the bloody mary as she straightens up. She cannot be thinking about her best friend’s daughter that way. She’s literally old enough to be your mom. Her head only snaps up when she realizes your mom is doing introductions.
“And this is Baran. She's a doctor!”
Baran manages a smile.
“It’s nice to meet you.” She musters, voice sounding a little more tense than normal. When you give her a sweet smile back and wave, she gives a tight lipped smile and, all of a sudden, starts chugging her bloody mary like it’s her lifeline.
Mom's friend!Baran who can’t take her eyes off you all day. While you’re talking about your studies, she’s listening ardently, as if you’re recounting the story of some big adventure. You’re smart. It makes it only that much harder for Baran to keep herself in check.
Mom's friend!Baran who spots you with her son while all of your mom’s friends are busy chatting about the coming school year. She just sees you hitting around a volleyball… but god. It’s unfair how good you look, laughing, body slick with a thin layer of sweat from the hot sun, running around with her son like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Her thoughts are muddled, a terrible mix of desire and this unbearable feeling of domesticity. Then you bend over—ass up, cleavage on full display, trying to keep the ball from hitting the ground. Baran nearly lets out a stupidly desperate moan.
“Baran? Hey, everything alright?”
One of your mom’s other friends snaps her out of the trance she was in, causing her to remember where she is. Who she’s with.
“Yeah. Fine. Just… thinking about the school year.”
Her answer prompts an immediate conversation with the group about back-to-school shopping. Baran lets out a small sigh of relief and turns her chair fully away from where you’re still laughing and hitting that ball around with her son.
Mom's friend!Baran who ends up getting in a one-on-one conversation with you and struggles to focus. Her eyes keep flicking down to your cleavage. She feels guilty every time. She knows you’re just some college student—young, inexperienced… but the thought flashes through her head that you being younger than her might just be part of her being so attracted to you. She shakes the thought away immediately. Everything about you just distracts her.
After Baran’s bloody mary… and another hard soda and a half, she actually gets the confidence to act on a silly, stupid impulse.
“You’ve got something…” She reaches forward, brushing away a stray leaf that had fallen into your hair, and tucking a loose curl behind your ear. She catches, for a flash of a second, a warm flush on your cheeks while you smile and thank her. Baran swallows hard, eyes flickering down to your lips for the briefest of moments. She considers leaning in and kissing you at that moment. Ultimately, she does however realize how stupid that would be, so she drops her hands, pulls her eyes back up to yours and smiles softly.
Mom's friend!Baran who helps settle her son in with the other kids for a movie as the afternoon goes on. The sun is at its highest now, beating down on the patio, warming even the shaded spots. When Baran emerges, she sees your mom’s other friends around the table, sharing Pittsburgh gossip… and you. Top off, shorts dangling on the side of the lounge chair, clad in just a small, butter yellow bikini. She doesn’t mean to be a total pervert, but she nearly salivates when she sees the bikini that’s been peeking out under your clothes all day. She’s just about to scold herself internally and go back over to the other moms when she sees you applying sunscreen. She runs a hand through her curls, considering what she’s gonna do… and, on an impulse, walks right over to you.
“It’s good to see that some people your age still know how to use sunscreen.”
She remarks as she steps over to you, adjusting her dark red tank top.
“I could help you put it on… if you’d like?”
You practically beam up at her.
“That would be amazing. I can’t reach my back at all.”
You hand her the sunscreen bottle, adjusting yourself on the lounge chair so your back is to her. Baran’s eyes flicker to the curve of your ass. She needs to get a grip.
“It’s no problem.”
She takes a seat on the side of the chair, squirting the sunscreen into her hand. When her fingers make contact with your warm, soft skin, she nearly moans again. Her hands start slowly gliding up your back, spreading the protective layer with gentle pressure, taking in the opportunity to feel as much of your soft skin as possible. Your shoulders relax when her hands press carefully into the muscles of your upper back—massaging with the careful steadiness of someone who knows exactly what she’s doing, someone who knows the human body like the back of her hand. The soft noise that escapes your lips, just because of how good she can make something as simple as this feel, makes Baran tense. If she had any self control, she’d finish this up quickly and go back to talking with your mom. Instead, she continues, hands gliding down, to your lower back, lower, over your ass—although you can feel how her touch lightens over the sensitive area, careful to not go far—and down to your thighs. She falters again, hands involuntarily squeezing the plush, soft skin there. Her cheeks flush when she realizes what she did. Her hands linger for a moment, unable to pull away. It takes a whole lot of self control for her to finish spreading the sunscreen down your legs and finally put some distance between you two.
“There.” Baran clears her throat, giving you a tight, small smile as she stands. Her hands nervously rub against her thighs. “I… I should go.”
Mom's friend!Baran who just keeps turning to watch you sunbathing every few minutes. She can imagine your skin getting warmer, how it would feel to wrap her arms around you, nuzzle her face into your thighs… she can’t get the thought out of her head.
Mom's friend!Baran who considers following you inside when she sees you get up and wave to everyone, saying that you’re gonna go shower to cool off a bit. Instead she just waves, making eye contact with you for a moment. A very long, drawn out moment. She watches your smile as you look at her… then turn to just go inside.
Mom's friend!Baran who only comes back inside when the sun is setting, letting her little infatuation with you go for now. She asks your mom for directions to the bathroom as she stands, adjusting that tank top again.
“There’s one upstairs, second door to the left.”
She explains, receiving a hum and soft smile from Baran.
Baran wanders back in and takes a moment to look at her son—now playing with some of his dinosaur toys—in the living room. Her expression softens before she heads upstairs.
As she steps onto the second floor, she pauses. Crap. What did your mom say again? First door to the right? Or was it the third? Maybe the second door to the… left? Yeah. That must’ve been it. She steps over and opens the door without a second thought.
Oh fuck. Standing there is you, wearing absolutely nothing, clasping your bra in the mirror. Definitely not a bathroom. This is your bedroom from before you left for college… where you’re staying… and where you’re currently changing with wet hair while standing in front of the mirror.
Mom's friend!Baran who can only muster up a soft “Oh.” upon seeing you. She just… stands there, dark brown eyes wide and hand gripping the doorframe too tightly. You turn quickly, bra in hand, eyes going wide. Baran’s cheeks flush.
“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t—“
“Wait.” You stop her before she turns to leave the room. You bite your lip and Baran has the urge to pull it away so she can do it instead. “I… I need help clasping this anyway. Can you…?” You come up with a half-assed excuse. Baran blinks a few times, mouth opening… then closing… then opening again. She has no clue what to say.
Baran just nods fervently. She steps into the room, letting the door swing shut behind her. Her hands hover in front of her as she approaches, eyes on yours like she’s waiting for permission to touch you. Her hands land slowly, carefully on your hips, gently tugging you close to her.
“Turn around.”
She instructs softly. Even now, it sounds like she’s holding back. Even when she’s getting the confidence to guide you, to place her hands on your hips and turn you towards your mirror to get a better look at you, she’s careful and somehow steady.
Mom's friend!Baran who stares at you in the mirror while her hands roam over your body—starting from your hips, moving up until she finally gets to the lace of your bra. She could be helpful and clasp it, let this go and act somewhat normal. But she sees your breathing get heavier when her hands move over the lace… so she instead slides her fingers under, gently guiding the fabric down, straps down your arms until you’re left bare in front of her.
Mom's friend!Baran whose curly hair tickles your skin as her hands move up to cup your breasts. A small, almost imperceptible smile forms on her lips as she pulls a soft sound from you just from barely brushing your nipple with her thumb.
“You’re sensitive.”
She remarks. Not mocking, just observing. Her voice comes out soft and low, almost with awe.
Mom's friend!Baran who kisses down your neck and shoulder slowly. One hand continues to knead your tits, pinching and rolling your nipple between her fingers just to hear the small sounds that come from your lips. Her other hand begins trailing down, fingers ghosting over your skin as she makes her way between your legs. She absolutely revels in the gasp that she hears when two of her fingers finally drift between your legs, finally pressing against your clit.
Mom's friend!Baran who fingers you soooo slow. she takes her time with you, fingers sliding through your slick, taking in your every reaction. Her fingers press and circle your clit with just barely enough pressure to make you feel it. When her fingers slip away again, she stares into the mirror, watching your slick clinging to her fingers. She lets out an audible moan, unrestrained this time.
Mom's friend!Baran who pushes her fingers into you while keeping eye contact in the mirror, watching every twist of your face as two of her fingers push into your drooling pussy, stretching it out just so. Her fingers crook into you, pulling another moan out when she presses right against that perfect spot. Her eyes go wide. Now that she knows where you’re sensitive, now that she finally has her hands on you, there is no doubt she’s going to keep hitting that spot as much as she can. And she does. With precision only a doctor could have, Baran’s fingers press into you—into that soft, sensitive spot—with almost gentle thrusts. Even now, she’s making sure she doesn’t overwhelm you, and doesn't hurt you in any way.
Mom's friend!Baran whose breath stutters when your head drops back against her shoulder, pussy walls clenching, warm and wet, around her digits. You were tight when she first slid her fingers into you… but now? As you’re getting closer, pleasure builds low and hot in your gut, the way you clench around her? It has her feeling like she might just cum in her pants. She doesn’t slow by any means. Her fingers piston in and out of your cunt, while she takes in every wet sound and every moan, pressing desperate kisses along your shoulders.
Mom's friend!Baran whose eyes you swear darken when she watches you cum on her fingers in the mirror. The sight of you twitching, legs feeling like jelly, her arm around you being the only thing keeping you up makes her moan again. Her fingers begin to slow, still curling into your cunt carefully while you come down from your high. She presses a kiss against your shoulder, muttering something about how good you did for her. Her curls brush against your neck as her fingers finally slow, causing you to let out a soft laugh. It’s infectious. Partially because the sound is adorable to Baran, and partly because she realizes how absurd this is. She just fucked her best friend’s daughter—who’s still in college, probably 20 years younger than her—and doesn’t feel sorry about it at all. She just feels so stupidly adoring. She wants to hold you and not let go. She wants to feel your mouth on her, wants to taste you. She wants it all.
Mom's friend!Baran who holds you while you catch your breath, then immediately starts picking up your clothes for you, bra first, then the outfit you’d laid out earlier. You watch her with a look of slight confusion.
“You know I can do that on my own, right?”
You ask just as she’s bringing over the pile of your clothes. She just smiles at you, almost smugly.
“I know. Just let me help you a little, okay?”
She sounds… fondly annoyed at your stubbornness. Carefully, she turns you back around to he’s ether mirror, grabbing your bra and helping you pull it back on, just like you’d asked her to do before she’d come in and shaken up your entire world. Baran notices the way you stare at her in the mirror for a moment.
“That is, unless you want your mom to see how beautiful you look after cumming on my fingers?”
She asks sarcastically, that smug smile only spreads wider. Her cheeks flush just the slightest bit, like she still can’t believe any of that actually happened. That she could be that lucky.
Mom's friend!Baran who presses one final kiss to your bare shoulder before helping you pull your top on. She places her hands on your waist, smiling at you in the mirror like she’s just not ready to pull away.
“You should come over sometime. I’ll cook dinner, you can play with my son. It’ll be nice.”
She says softly, almost hesitantly, like she’s afraid you’ll brush her off when she’s finally offering herself up like this.
“I would love that.”
That response makes Baran let out a sigh of relief. Her smile widens—genuine and bright in a way that she rarely lets people see.
“Good.”
Mom's friend!Baran who leaves the house with her son asleep in her arms, hugging your mom goodbye. Just as she’s about to go, she finds you one more time. Quickly, after checking to make sure your mother wasn’t there, she gives you a peck on the lips.
“I’ll call you.”
She mutters, grinning as she walks back to the car.
“I’ll be waiting.”
You respond, watching as she huffs a small laugh and clicks the door open, gently slotting her son in his car seat. When Baran glances at you one last time, something in her expression tells you “i’ll call you” isn’t some way of saying “let’s
