⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖: let's eat sweet!
synopsis: the one where your boyfriend welcomes you home from a mission with an assortment of sweets. you didn’t know you were on the menu as well.
content: MDNI. emre sarioglu x reader, established relationship, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f receiving), slight nipple play, overstimulation, sliiiiightly dub-con if you squint ig, aftercare
a/n: art by jw_lulu! HIIIIIII a little break from my jjk posts BUT I SHOULD HAVE A JJK HC LIST UP TMRW! lowkey i've been playing sm emre and he's so sexy i had to make at least a tiny little smut drabble. gawd i need him... also i tried my best to research turkish terms of endearment and food/culture so if i got anything wrong i apologize! eat up!
the hot shower water pelted at your back, soothing your aching, tensed muscles. talon's latest mission had been hell. vendetta sent you all the way to lima to breach a global security compound. you'd been gone for two weeks now. droplets of water are still clinging to your skin when you push his door open.
it smells different in emre’s quarters tonight. sweet aromas like honey, pistachio, and lemon fill the air. your boyfriend is busy rummaging around and setting up the assortment of his homeland's desserts on his coffee table. he rearranges the delicate dishes in order of color and size, his brow furrowed as he focused, like it was the most important thing in the world. then he sees you.
“aşkım…” leaves him in an exhale. he crosses the room in two seconds, his arms— even the cybernetic one— are firm, warm, and grounding around you as he embraces your body, his beard gently tickling your neck when he buried his face there.
a quiet laugh slips out of you, and you tilt your head to kiss his temple. “what’s all this?” your hand gestures to the table. emre hums and shrugs. “figured you could use something sweet after your mission. tatlı yiyelim, tatlı konuşalım.”
let's eat sweet, talk sweet.
you both sit down on the couch, emre wrapping a knitted blanket around you. he points to each treat on the table, introducing each and every one of them to you, then he reaches for the closest one. a sticky golden square made up of flaky layers and gooey, chopped up nuts in the filling. “baklava. try it.”
you let him press it to your lips, and he thumbed your shoulder as you chewed. an appreciative hum and nod came from you as you assessed the rich nectar flavor, and emre reached up to swipe some honey off your lips before it dribbled down your chin.
a chuckle escaped him, then he leaned in to kiss your forehead. “just like you…” then, he reached for the next dessert, a small yellow square dusted with powdered sugar. it was squishy between his fingers, and chewy and tart on your tongue.
“lokum. turkish delight,” he smiled. “my grandmother made them every bayram. i found a cafe that makes it almost the same way... almost.”
you raised your brow and nodded. “lemon?”
he nodded. “mhm. i have rose and pistachio as well…”
you tried each flavor. you didn’t have much of a choice, seeing as he fed you. künefe, a warm dessert with shredded dough, filled with melted cheese, soaked in rich, sugary syrup. a sweet, creamy square called date halva, and finally, he finished it off with rice pudding and warm cardamom. you told him about your mission as you ate, and he listened perfectly, like he always did. always asking the right questions, missing nothing, keeping his focus on you. your legs had migrated to his lap at one point, and he gently thumbed along your ankle, then rubbed up and down your calf, trying to soothe any tension in your muscles.
it eventually turned into him scooting closer, his metal and flesh hands running up and down your thighs now. you abruptly paused your explanation of how you’d breached the security compound and gave him a look. “em…”
you raised a brow, then tilted your head at the table. "we are eating sweets."
he shrugged as he pulled your shorts and panties down. "good thing i saved room, hm? there she is..." he purred, bringing his thumb to rub at your bud.
"h-hm..." bubbled up from your throat. two weeks without him and sleeping in a ship full of talon agents gave you no room for relief. you were more pent up than you realized.
"sensitive?" he tilted his head, and you shook yours. "no, just... just missed you."
he melted and smiled, leaning in to kiss your lips softly. "ben de seni özledim." i missed you, too. he pushed your shirt up and trailed kisses down your neck, your chest, pausing to suckle gently at one of your tits, then down your ribcage, back to your center, down, down...
"m-hngh..." you whined as he pressed a wet smoooch! to your clit. his beard brushed against your inner thigh, causing you to squirm under him. he hummed and unhinged his jaw, delving his firm tongue into your hole and curling it, rubbing the muscle against your velvety walls with little wet shlucks! and whines that simmered in the back of his throat.
he closed his eyes, fully focused on the task at hand. his brow furrowed as he made sure to angle his nose juuust right so it rubbed at your clit as he tonguefucked you, his hands busy holding your thighs to his head. his left hand crept up and squeezed a tit, thumbing over your nipple.
“m-‘mh— canım…” you whined in his native tongue, which made him groan into your pussy and rut his hips against the curve of the couch. “a-ahm… mmph…” he grunted with effort, shaking his head a bit for maximum stimulation.
your poor hole was drooling into his mouth and he lapped up every last drop of your juices, moaning at your taste. “s-so… fuckin’… sweet…” he groaned, pulling back for only a moment to catch his breath. the hand holding your thigh came to spread your sopping lips, a lewd squelch sounding as he played with them between his fingers. the cold of his carbon fiber fingers made your hips jump, and he grinned. “feels good, hm? i know, baby… i know… look at her drippin’ for me…”
you fisted the knit blanket beneath you, your brow knitted tight. “p-please— em—“
“don’t gotta beg me, baby… missed your taste s’much, wan’ you t’cum as much as you want on my tongue. i wanna eat it all.”
with that, his mouth was back on you, both hands coming to grip your ass and lift your hips up, smushing his face further into your sloppy pussy. “mmmf-fuck…” he groaned, his voice muffled. “mhm, mhm… give it t’me…”
he resorted to sucking at your clit like it was his favorite treat, lewd slurps and suckles filling the room. “that’s it… cum on my tongue… lemme lap it all up, baby… good girl…”
your back arched off the couch and you fisted at both his hair and the blanket. shockwaves of pleasure rolled through you, building and building as your whines got higher in pitch. your hips jerked, but he quickly yanked you back onto his face.
“no,” he murmured firmly, his hold tightening as he dragged you right back down onto his mouth. “stay… let me…” his nose presses harder against your clit, his tongue slipping back inside, curling just right—
your breath hitched. “close— em— close…!”
he grunted and rolled his hips against the couch, rutting like a dog in heat. his efforts turned messier, if possible, sloppier. “yeah? give it t’me… c’mon, c’mon, güzelim…”
your back arched and your thighs clamped around his head. “c-cumming- fuck!!”
he tripled his efforts, moaning with satisfaction as you gushed onto his tongue, dripping down his beard. “good girl… good girl…” he groaned, squeezing your ass as a form of praise. “tastes so sweet, you’re so sweet, baby…”
he didn’t let up, not for a second, pressing sloppy kisses to your poor, swollen clit. you whined in initial protest, tugging at his hair, at which he took your hand and interlaced your fingers with his.
“one more. just one more, baby… taste so sweet, i can’t get enough… please, baby, just one more…?”
you whined, but relaxed. he was merciful and moved slower, his tongue slowly dragging through your folds, up to your clit and gently sucking. his eyelids fluttered half-shut, his gaze glossed over with hazy lust. “mmph…” he grunted after a stronger slurp, his tongue moving back into you.
your second built faster than your first, deep and tight knitted inside of you. it started somewhere behind your navel and spread outward in waves rather than crashing all at once. your thighs trembled against his shoulders and your grip on his hand tightened.
“em— ‘m close— again, ‘m cumming—!” you squeaked out in between shaky gasps and whines.
“mmf, i know… can feel you throbbin’ ‘round my tongue…” he mumbled, muffled. “give it t’me…”
another plunge of his tongue and you’re falling apart, your back bowing off the cushion and his name breaking on your lips. like a ravenous dog, emre slurped up all that you gushed, his tongue working for every last drop until there was nothing left but his saliva soaking your pussy.
“em— emre, baby— okay, okay—“ you half-whined, half-laughed, pulling him back by his hair.
“one more…” he begged with a whine. “please, i need it… please, baby, you taste so—“
“emre,” your voice was broken. “t-too much—“
in his lustful greed, he went for it anyways. just for a moment, sucking at your clit until you shoved his shoulder. he stopped and pulled away immediately, his face holding the same expression as when he would come to after chernobog took over him. he looked over you, taking in how your skin was slick with sweat, your chest heaving, and one arm draped over your eyes.
his hand hovers over your cheek before carefully cupping it. “look at me? i’m sorry…” his voice was gravelly and full of guilt. despite your wrecked state, your lips twitched as you peeked out from under your arm. “what?” you breathed out, a soft giggle escaping you.
brow pinched, he sighed and looked away. “i got… greedy. i’m sorry. i should’ve stopped.”
you blink for a moment, then reach for his wrist. “hey… i’m okay. it’s alright…”
“no, it’s not…” he mumbled firmly, sighing and settling in on top of you. his weight was soothing and his kisses on your neck were like a sweet balm. “i got carried away…”
you hummed and kissed his temple, fingers sifting into his red locks and gently scratching his scalp. “you always do.”
“still…” he murmured, pulling away from your neck to gaze down at you, assessing to make sure you really were okay, then kissing your forehead. “let me make it up to you.”
he reached for the barely touched teacup next to the baklava and raised it to your lips. “drink.” you take a sip, watching him over the rim, amused at how serious he suddenly is.
he pulled the knitted blanket up over you and climbed off, padding to the bathroom, then coming back with a warm, damp rag to clean you up. once he was through with that, you took the rag yourself and gently wiped at his chin, cleaning up where your juices still stuck to his skin and beard. you earned a soft grin from him for that.
“tell me if you need anything?” he murmured, snuggling in on top of you and cocooning you in his arms. you nodded, and he kissed the top of your head. “two weeks is too long. i’m telling v i’m coming with you next time.”
you huffed. all of talon knew you and emre were like two peas in a pod, or two rabbits in one cage, maybe. “vendetta won’t—“
“i’m coming with you. don’t like being separated from you for that long. plus, then i can keep an eye on you on the field,” he murmured, smoothing your hair back.
you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the little smile on your lips. “so overprotective. i can handle myself out there.”
“i know you can,” he murmured. “but you’re all i have left. i just… i don’t know what i’d do if you got hurt. or worse.” you went quiet at that, and he tilted your head up by your chin. “but i won’t let that happen… benim güzel kızım,” he murmured, leaning in and pressing his lips to your temple.
you shrugged. “so long as you bring me treats after every mission, i’ll come back alive no matter what.”
a small huff of a laugh escaped him. “same here. though i don’t mean ‘treats’ as in food…”
you hit his arm. “pervert.”
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