warnings : baran x fem!reader . fluff . nsfw , mdni . first time (reader) . consensual, ofc . legal age gap (duh) . reassurance . lots of communication . established relationship . thigh grinding (r!receiving) . oral (both receiving) . fingering (both receiving) . praise . body worship (r!receiving) .
notes : got a bit carried away with this one but who’s really complaining (no one, i hope)
you knock on baran’s door a little after eight, takeout bag in hand. your heart is already fluttering, it always does when you show up here, even after four months of dating. office work today was the usual soul-sucking grind with endless emails, that one coworker who talks too loud on calls, your back stiff from the shitty desk chair that needs replacing yesterday. you just wanted to be here, with her, where things feel less like noise.
she opens the door in her soft sweatpants and a plain black tee that’s seen better days but somehow looks perfect on her. her hair’s down, still damp from her shower, a few strands sticking to the side of her neck. the small smile she gives you hits different every time, like she’s actually glad you’re the one standing there.
“hey, azizam,” she says, voice low and easy as she steps back to let you in. “long day?”
“yeah, that’s one way to put it,” you mumble, kicking your shoes off by the door. the familiar smell of her place wraps around you right away. you set the bag on the counter and she’s already moving around the kitchen, pulling out plates.
you end up on the couch with the food, legs tangled under a blanket while some random documentary hums on the tv. she’s listening while you vent about the spreadsheets that kept glitching and the meeting that ran over because no one could shut up. her thumb rubs slow circles on your knee the whole time, warm through your jeans. she lets you talk it out without interrupting, nodding here and there, her dark eyes steady on you. saying how you don’t deserve to put up with that crap, joking about how you should just quit your job and let her take care of you instead. she’s not really joking.
after the containers are cleared and put away, you both migrate to her bedroom because the couch feels too cramped with how your shoulders are killing you. you drop onto the bed first, stretching out on top of the covers while she plugs her phone in and dims the lamp to a warm glow.
she settles against the headboard, one arm loose around you as you curl into her side. her fingers thread through your hair, playing with it absently, tugging just enough to feel nice. you turn your face into her shoulder, breathing her in deep - body oil mixed with body lotion and her faint perfume. she smells so nice and it always cuts through your nerves. your hand rests on her stomach, feeling the rise and fall there, and for a minute it’s enough just to be close.
eventually you tilt your head up and kiss the corner of her mouth, soft at first, almost shy about it. she doesn’t grab for more. she turns into it slow, letting you lead, her lips warm and patient against yours. the second kiss lingers longer, your mouth pressing firmer, and she hums quiet into it, one hand sliding to rest light on your waist. not pulling, not pushing. she never push you, has never rushed you.
you swing a leg over and straddle her lap without overthinking it, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her hips. the weight of you on her feels good, solid. her hands settle on your thighs, thumbs stroking up and down the denim in unhurried lines that send little sparks straight through you. you kiss her deeper, tongue brushing hers, and heat starts pooling low in your belly.
you chase her lips, mouths moving lazy but getting sloppier. it’s hard to not get needy when you make out with baran, you’ve just been so nervous to go further.
you lose count of how long you’re like this, just making out heavy. her tongue slides against yours slow and sure, pulling tiny sounds from you that you don’t even try to hold back anymore. your hips start shifting on their own, rocking forward in subtle little grinds against her thigh. the seam of your jeans catches just right and you whimper into her mouth, embarrassed but too turned on to stop. your clit throbs with each press down, damp heat soaking through your underwear already.
baran pulls back a fraction, cupping your face with both hands. her thumbs brush your flushed cheeks, eyes dark and locked on yours, breathing a little heavier.
“hey,” she murmurs, voice rough around the edges but so soft. “you good?”
you nod, biting your lip. “yeah, i just… i want more, baran.” your voice comes out shaky, heart pounding in your throat. “i think i’m ready. with you. i want it to be you, obviously.”
she doesn’t jump on it. she searches your face for a long second, really looking, like she’s weighing every part of this. her hands stay gentle on your jaw, thumbs stroking slow.
“you sure?” she asks, low and careful. “not just ‘cause it feels good right now. we’ve got time. i’m good with just staying like this. i don’t want you feeling like you got to do this tonight if you’re even a little unsure.”
you let out a breath, forehead pressing to hers. “i know. you’ve been so good about waiting and i appreciate that so much. you have never pushed. i trust you and yes, i’m sure. i want this, want you.”
she exhales, slow and steady, then presses a kiss to your forehead that lingers. “alright. but we do this your way. if anything feels off, even a tiny bit, you say it. yeah?”
“yeah,” you whisper, already leaning in to kiss her again.
her hands slip under the hem of your shirt, palms warm and broad against your bare back, but she doesn’t yank it off. she just holds you closer, letting you feel her, letting you decide when to take the next step. you can feel how careful she’s being, how much she’s holding back so you don’t feel rushed, making sure this doesn’t feel like too much, and it makes something tight in your chest loosen.
your hips keep up a slow grind. the friction against her thigh is driving you crazy, your panties sticking wetly, clit aching every time you roll down. you whimper louder into the kiss, tongues tangling, and she squeezes your waist like she can feel how bad you need it.
“just let me know what feels good,” she says against your mouth between kisses, breath hot.
you rock harder against her, the pressure building. her thigh flexes under you and you gasp, burying your face in her neck as another sound slips out. she’s so solid under you, so patient, hands roaming your back and sides but never demanding. if anything her grip on your waist tightens just enough to let you know she likes it.
you kiss down her jaw, nipping lightly, and she tilts her head to give you room, a quiet groan vibrating against your lips. your hands fist in her shirt, tugging it up a little so you can feel skin on skin at your waist. everything’s hazy and slow, your lips swollen and your pussy throbbing, desperate for more but not wanting it to end either. she chuckles softly when you grind down particularly hard, the sound warm and fond against your ear.
“you feel good like this,” she whispers, one hand sliding to grip your ass, guiding the motion just enough to make you moan. not taking over, just helping.
you nod against her neck, breathing fast. the office stress from earlier feels miles away, replaced by this building ache, the way her body fits against yours, the quiet reassurance in every touch.
your hips keeps rocking in slow, desperate little circles against her thigh while your mouths move together until you can build up the courage to go further. your jeans are damp between your legs, the friction making your clit throb with every grind down. baran pulls back every so often to look at you, checking in without saying much, her breath warm against your cheek.
“you really want this tonight?” she asks again, voice low and rough. probably sensing that you’re nervous. her thumb brushing your bottom lip. “you can tell me if you change your mind. we can make out, or cuddle and we call it good if that’s all you need.” she reassures.
you shake your head, leaning in to kiss her again. “no. i want this, baran. been thinking about it for weeks.”
she nods slow, like she’s letting that sink in, then flips you gently onto your back. the mattress dips under her weight as she settles between your spread legs, not crushing you but close enough that you feel the heat coming off her. she tugs your shirt up and off, then unhooks your bra, kissing down your chest as she goes. her mouth lingers on your breasts, sucking one nipple between her lips while her hand squeezes the other. you arch up into it, a shaky moan slipping out when she scrapes her teeth lightly.
“fuck, that feels good,” you whisper, fingers threading through her hair.
“yeah?” she murmurs against your skin, switching sides. “tell me what else you like.”
you don’t have all the words right away, but she doesn’t push. she peels your jeans down next, taking your soaked panties with them. cool air hits your pussy and you shiver, knees falling open wider on their own. baran’s eyes drag over you, dark and hungry but still soft at the edges. she runs her palms up your thighs, spreading you more, thumbs brushing the crease where your leg meets your body.
“you’re so beautiful,” she says, breathing heavier. one finger slides through your folds, spreading the slick around your clit without pressing hard. you twitch hard at the contact, hips jerking up, trying to chase it. “easy, baby. we got time.”
she starts slow, just rubbing circles around your clit, building the pressure so gradually you don’t even notice how bad you’re leaking onto her sheets until her finger dips lower and catches it. “feel okay?” she checks every few minutes, eyes flicking up to your face.
“more,” you breathe, reaching down to grab her wrist, not guiding her exactly but showing her you want it. she slides one finger inside you, just the tip at first, curling gentle against your walls.
“good girl,” she says softly, kissing your bent knee. “that’s it. you’re doing perfect.” she works the finger deeper, pumping slow, her thumb back on your clit rubbing steady circles. your pussy clenches around her, wet sounds starting to fill the room. she adds a second finger after a while, scissoring them a little to open you up, and you moan louder, one hand fisting the pillow behind your head.
“yes, baby- right there,” you gasp when she curls them just right, hitting your g-spot and it makes sparks shoot up your spine. she stays focused, watching your face the whole time, adjusting every time your moans pitch higher. her free hand strokes your stomach, your hip, keeping you grounded while the pressure builds hot and tight in your belly.
you come sudden and hard on her fingers, thighs clamping around her wrist as it hits you. your back comes off the bed and she keeps moving through it, slow and deep, “juuust like that, baby, so good.” she murmurs against against your skin. it rolls through you longer than how it would if you were pleasuring yourself, leaving your legs shaky and your pussy pulsing even after she eases her fingers out.
she crawls up to kiss you, “how you feeling?” she asks between kisses, brushing hair off your damp forehead.
“really good,” you admit, laughing a bit breathlessly. your hands slide down her back, wanting to feel her skin on yours.
“i’m glad. you looked beautiful.” she says, smiling. she leans down and kiss the corner of your mouth, then your cheek while inhaling your scent.
you hum and she press one last kiss to your temple before looking at you. “baby, can i taste you?” she asks, looking at you for permission. “you can say no. remember, you’re in control.” she assures you, brushing her knuckles against your cheekbone, searching your face for any hesitations.
you nod fast, nerves and excitement twisting together. “yes, please.”
she nearly grins and murmurs a thank you before slowly kissing down your body. down your neck, chest, collarbone and finally down your stomach. she keeps glancing up at you, mostly to admire how you look but also to check in. she exhales and takes her time on your inner thigh.
you grow impatient, hips lifting off the bed. she notices, chuckling against your skin. “you’re so soft,” she murmurs, lips ghosting over your skin while her hand softly squeeze your other thigh. “you’re quite impatient though. i want to take my time with you.”
“baran, you take your time with everything. not now.” you pout down at her, threading your fingers through her hair.
she bites her lip and looks up at you, “guess i’m just precise.” she kiss right above your clit, making you jerk up and whimper. “just want… perfect satisfaction score.” she murmurs against your skin, kissing your inner thigh, beside your lip.
she’s enjoying this way too much, and it’s torture for you. you try to guide her head towards where you need her with a whine, earning a light nip of her teeth on your skin.
“please, baran- i can’t.” you beg so nicely, you just want her to give you the same pleasure as she did with her fingers.
she huffs a small laugh, looking up at you through her lashes. “you sound pretty when you beg.”
she finally kiss your folds, tongue flattening out to lick a long stripe up through your wetness. you jerk at the warmth, she takes it easy, sucking gently on your clit.
“oh my god,” you moan, hand tightening in her hair. she hums against you, the vibration making your toes curl. two fingers slide back into your pussy while her tongue works your clit, pumping in and out in time with her licks. the wet sounds are louder now, her mouth slurping softly, tongue dipping inside you sometimes before going back up. your hips grind against her face on their own, chasing the feeling, and she grips your thighs to hold you open.
she builds you up again slower this time, edging you then backing off until you’re whining her name, begging in broken little whispers. “please, please, baby. i need it.” when you finally tip over the edge it’s sharper this time, your pussy gushing around her fingers while she sucks your clit through it. you come down panting, legs trembling around her shoulders.
she kisses her way back up your body, lips shiny with you, and settles beside you. you turn into her, still catching your breath. “worth the wait?” she tease.
you huff against her neck, “yes… but that was mean.”
she laughs softly into your hair, wrapping her arms around you and pulls you close. “wasn’t mean, just wanted to take my time with you. you’re too precious to rush.”
she traces slow patterns on your back, dropping lazy kisses on your shoulder and collarbone. “you did very good, though,” she says quietly, voice warm. “how are you feeling? sore anywhere?”
you shake your head, curling tighter into her chest. “a little achy but like… good achy. that was way better than anything i’ve done by myself.” your fingers trail over her stomach, still buzzing from everything. “i can’t believe how patient you’ve been with me.”
she chuckles soft, the sound rumbling under your cheek. “got no reason to rush. i’d be fine with never having sex, if that’s what you would’ve wanted.” she pulls you closer, one leg slung over yours, holding you like she doesn’t want to be anywhere else.
you stay curled against her for a while, bodies sticky and warm under the blanket, her fingers tracing lazy lines up and down your spine. your attention keeps drifting to her, the way her breathing hasn’t fully settled, the subtle shift of her hips every few seconds like she’s still keyed up. you tilt your head up, chin resting on her chest, and catch her eye.
“i wanna make you feel good,” you say quietly, voice a little hoarse. “show me how.”
baran runs her thumb along your jaw, searching your face thoroughly. “you don’t have to do anything, azizam. i’m good staying like this.”
“i want to,” you insist, already sliding your hand down her stomach, fingers brushing the soft hairs just above her pussy. “tell me what feels good.”
“okay, of course.” she agreea and rolls onto her back, spreading her legs as you move between them. her pussy looks flushed and wet, lips shiny from how turned on she still is. she gently takes your hand again with a smile, slowly guiding your fingers to her clit. “start slow here,” she murmurs. “circles, not too much pressure at first. just… yeah, like that.”
your fingertips rub gentle circles over the swollen nub and her breath hitches immediately, hips twitching up. “that’s nice,” she says, one hand resting light on your wrist, not controlling but staying close. you keep the rhythm steady, watching her face as her eyes flutter and her lips part. after a minute she gets wetter under your touch, slick coating your fingers as you slide them down through her folds.
“inside?” you ask, glancing up.
“two fingers,” she tells you, voice dropping lower. “go slow at first, then curl them up a bit.”
you push in careful, feeling her tight heat grip around your fingers. she’s so warm and wet, walls fluttering as you sink deeper. you start pumping slow, curling like she showed you, and her head tips back against the pillow with a low groan. “fuck, baby… right there. you’re picking this up quick.”
you beam at the praise. feeling more confident, you add your thumb on her clit, rubbing while your fingers thrust in and out. the wet sounds are obscene, your knuckles getting slick with her as she starts rocking down to meet you. her pussy clenching tighter every time you hit her g-spot, and you can feel how much she likes it from the way her thighs tense around your arm.
after a few minutes she tugs gently at your hair to meet your eyes. “you wanna go down on me?” her eyes are dark when she looks at you. “no pressure if you’re not ready.”
“i am,” you say fast, already shifting lower. she spreads her legs wider, two fingers holding herself open for you. you start with a soft lick up her slit, tasting her for the first time and softly moan at her salty, warm and sweet taste. you get bolder quick, licking broader, tongue flattening against her clit before dipping down to push inside her hole, trying to copy what she did to you.
“oh fuck,” she breathes, fingers threading into your hair. “just like that.”
you lose yourself in it quickly, burying your face deeper. your licks turn messy, spit mixing with her wetness as you suck on her clit then lap sloppily down to her entrance. you push your tongue inside her, fucking her with it while your nose rubs against her clit. she tastes stronger the wetter she gets, dripping down your chin as you eat her out like you can’t get enough. your fingers slide back in, pumping while your mouth focuses on sucking her clit harder.
baran’s hips grind against your face, not rough but needy, her hand tightening in your hair. “good girl,” she groans, voice thick, looking down at you. “you look so hot, baby.”
you moan into her pussy, the vibration making her walls clench. you’re sloppy about it, chin and cheeks covered in her, but she doesn’t seem to mind. if anything it turns her on more, her breathing gets ragged and her hips move faster. all she can think is how fucking addictive this is, having you like this, teaching you, knowing no one’s ever had their mouth on her pussy quite like you are right now, knowing she’s your first. no one’s been this eager to please her. you’re clearly getting hooked on her taste, on making her feel good.
“add another finger,” she says, breath catching. “stretch me a little more, eshgham.”
you do exactly as she says. three fingers pumping deep while you suck hard on her clit. her pussy takes them easier than you expected but still grips tight, hot and fluttering. wet squelching every time you thrust in combined with your messy licking. she tastes even stronger when she gets closer, flooding your mouth as you lap it up eagerly.
“you’re doing so good,” she praises, voice breaking a bit. “you’re a quick learner… don’t stop, azizam, i’m getting close.” her free hand grips the sheet, knuckles white, while the other stays in your hair, guiding you just a little while mumbling something in farsi.
you keep the same pace, fingers curling deep, mouth working her clit steady. her thighs start trembling around your head, pussy clenching rhythmically around your fingers. “fuck… right there, don’t change anything,” she gasps. her back arches and she comes hard, moaning low and long as her walls squeeze tight around your fingers. you feel every pulse, every flutter, while you keep licking her through it, gentler but not pulling away until she tugs you up softly.
you crawl back up, face shiny and flushed, lips swollen. she kisses you right away, tasting herself on your tongue, hands running down your back to pull you closer. “c’mere,” she mutters against your mouth. “you were incredible for your first time.”
you give her a shy smile and settle on top of her, legs tangled, both of you breathing hard. “i really liked it,” you admit, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. “you taste good.”
she laughs quiet, the sound warm and a little breathless, pulling the blanket over your sweaty bodies. “yeah? good, because i’m already addicted to your mouth.” her hand squeezes your hip, holding you against her as she kisses your forehead. “you did do amazing. made me feel so good.”
“thank you,” you blush and smile into her neck, getting even more shy at her words. you can still taste her on your lips, body buzzing. her fingers stroke through your hair slow and steady while you both come down, skin sticking where it touches. she shifts a little so your thigh presses between hers, just resting there as she holds you tight.
“we can do that again whenever you want to, you set the pace.” she says softly after a minute, voice relaxed now.
you nod against her, already getting sleepy.
she drops another kiss on your shoulder, hands roaming lazy over your back, keeping you close like she doesn’t want to ever letting go.
