“Don’t believe in fairytales but we got our fantasies.” (Buddha x reader)
⋆˚ ♡ ˖ ࣪ Summary: Two friends on a friendly, boring afternoon make a few new discoveries and even more interesting decisions…
⋆˚ ♡ ˖ ࣪ Contains: human!reader, who’s a researcher of plants hence the greenhouse, see above pic ref, tension, size difference, making out, size k!nk, she wants that cookie soooo baddd😭, innuendos, one hairpull, look at him I couldn’t resist, petnames, “Miṭhāī”= ‘sweets’ in Nepali because he’s from Nepal “woman” “little mortal” “tiny thing” you get the picture, light petting, I read into Buddhist beliefs on sex for this, they don’t have sex though, maybe a little in part 2?, god the tension, reader puts up a good fight though, flirting, liiiiiittle bit of biting, everything is consensual, cursing.
Also— English is not my first language.
Xx
“Let me examine you.”
You tell ask the tall freeloader honored and beloved guest who’s been eating all your snacks and leftover Halloween candy and currently taking up all the goddamn space on your couch.
He doesn’t even open his eyes to your demand. Instead, he merely smiles— making the ever present grin on his face widen. Sharp canines flash at you as he twirls the sweet around his mouth with his tongue.
Your throat goes dry.
“And why would I do that?”
You had a feeling he’d say that. Buddha was too carefree to ever answer to anyone’s whims. He did what he wanted— plain and simple. But you were prepared, taking a step forward to stand over his relaxed form.
“Because I have a special treat for you if you do.” That’s what gets him to finally look at you, blue eyes flicker over your form lazily.
“Oh I bet you do.”
It’s suggestive. Crass. Ridiculously brazen exactly like he is.
Unfortunately, it has its intended effect. The warmth creeping up your neck settles in your face as your eyes widen, sputtering while you scowl in indignation.
“T-that is not-! No I m- meant…here!” Shoving your fist out, you open it. Staring back at him is a familiar wrapper he hasn’t seen or been able to find since he first tried it centuries ago. It’s small but the sweet scent begins to permeate the air, prompting him to sit up as a thick arm reaches forward instinctively to take it when you snatch it back— small fist closed tight.
Your heart races at the look he gives you.
“Woman.” The word is cooed but you hear the warning. Buddha didn’t care much for tricks or being played with and you never did whenever he’d visit but you didn’t have any other option currently.
He was too stubborn. Almost unmotivated; and did you need to? No. But you were bored and horribly curious— you just needed him to let you. Clearing your throat, you repeat your demands as confidently as you can.
“Let me examine you and I’ll let you have it.”
He makes a face like he’s considering it. Thinking silently until he’s suddenly standing and you jump. Buddha was big from afar but up close like this he’s downright towering. Broad shoulders, bulky chest, thick arms— the whole nine. His teeth are another topic entirely as you swallow nervously. His eyes follow the moment and you pinch your lips in awkwardly.
“Are you bribing me, Miṭhāī?” He smirks down at you.
“No- I’m motivating you. There’s a slight difference.”
Nodding, he hums. Rubbing his chin for extra effect until he flicks his eyes back to yours— suddenly grinning.
“Then consider me motivated- why of course you can check me out!”
“Exami-“, you go to correct him until he cuts you off.
“Whatever!”
“Leave the glasses too!”
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Since he’d agreed with your examination, you let him pick where he wanted it to take place.
Your greenhouse.
So here you both are in your semi reading lounge modified greenhouse, sweating for real because damn it was humid but Buddha didn’t seem to mind in the slightest— standing patiently while waiting for you to begin.
Moving to his side, you take in the size and length of his arm with wide eyes.
Holy fuck— he was huge.
You’re not even surprised that when you wrap a hand around his forearm, that your fingers don’t meet. As firm as his muscles are, he’s soft and the contrast makes your head spin; lifting his arm out and instructing him to keep it there.
Buddha is uncharacteristically quiet. Watching you with an amused grin. You do the same with his other arm, moving up on your tiptoes to see above the curve of his bicep when he turns his arm and flexes it for you. The muscles in his arm hardening against your shaking hands—contracting, filling out and jumping beneath the skin. Your eyes widen as a surge of high-strung arousal rushes to pool in your core making you shift your weight from one foot to the other when your panties begin to dampen.
The gasp you let out melts in his ears sweeter than any treat that’s had the pleasure of melting under his tongue.
It’s also a ridiculous boost to his already sky sized ego. And when you come to stand back in front of him, all he does is raise an eyebrow, pointedly waiting for your next instructions.
“Take off your shirt.”
You’re a little breathless when you give them though. Now what could’ve caused that? He wonders with an infuriating tilt of his lips.
He listens anyway, everything flexing as he lifts the loose fabric over his head— tossing it on a small stool nearby and when he turns to face you again the look on your face is best described as…
Gone.
Slack jawed and frozen. Buddha can’t help the huff of amusement from his nose and that snaps you out of it as you move to stand behind him.
His hair is in its usual bun so you’re able to see his back completely; and it’s beautiful. The contours of his sunkissed skin with the sheer warmth coming off him has you gravitating closer— reaching out as you trace light fingertips down his traps, lats and spine. His insane physique is proof enough of how overwhelmingly strong he was of both body and mind.
Buddha hums.
“Feels nice…”
Your already racing heart skips a violent beat and you squeeze your eyes shut— physically unable to look at him longer lest you forget yourself as a friend and researcher. Still, you can’t keep the question from tumbling from your lips.
“How tall are you?”
Now that he has to think about. It’s been a while since he’s payed any thought to any most recent trip to the hospital. But he knew he was taller than most.
“Ehhhh— 6’4? That’s what I remember at least.”
Air leaves your lungs along with your self control as your reach up with grabby hands to touch the hair that didn’t fit in his bun. Whining when your fingers just barely brush the strands. Letting out a frustrated huff, you resist the urge to bite him.
“Are you left handed or right handed?”
“Ambidextrous, baby.” Well fuck you.
“Take your hair down, Bu.” You rush out, eyeing the base of his spine before running to stand in front of him again— eyes pleading.
It was cute.
The desperate way your lip almost jut out while you stared at him with your pupils enlarged to quite a telling degree. He was going to do it simply because it was you who told him to but watching you practically vibrate in impatience was just as fun and twice as cute.
Buddha hums, as if contemplating your request.
“Gimme some motivation. This is an awful lot of work for one candy, no?” He knows you’re truly gone because you don’t have anything snippy to say back to the way he blatantly taunted you. Hands fly to your pockets and rummage around until you find a small box of tiny but hard fruit smelling sweets and present it to him.
“Please?” You whine softly and the smile he gives you crinkles the bridge of his nose. It’s attractive to the point of insanity.
You’re still high-eyed when he moves his hands to his hair, shoulder and biceps flexing as he works to undo the hairstyle when he flicks his chin at you— opening his mouth to tap his canine with his tongue.
“C’mon, tiny thing. Feed ‘em to me while I do this.”
For a second, you blank out. Was it really okay for a single being to be so attractive? Didn’t it throw off the balance or something?
Numbly, you walk up to him and open the small box, holding it up to his mouth; acutely aware of how he has to bend down a bit to meet you in the middle. A few candies fall out into his mouth when you shake the container. Making a pleased sound leave the blonde as he chews, Adam’s apple bobbing in his thick neck when he swallows and you can’t deny it anymore.
You are miserably wet.
Eyeing his sharp set of incisors as he opens his mouth for more, you mindlessly reach out and touch one of the bottom ones resembling small tusks to you. Buddha moves to grab your hand, keeping it in place as he closes his jaw lightly. The pressure is soft but present and neither of you move until you look back up at him.
You wished you hadn’t.
Long hair spills down his silhouette making him look even bigger as he stands to his full height again and the way it’s naturally parted— framing his face perfectly. You jolt, gasping when you feel his teeth clamp down harder on the tip of your finger before soothing the sting with a brush of his tongue.
“Careful, little one. I could eat you next.”
You swallow so hard you almost gag. The heat inside you that merely simmered starts to boil and it takes your breath away with its intensity.
You and Buddha were friends and this was supposed to be in the name of research…the lines blurring? Not exactly part of your plan. Not that you were complaining.
Eat you? Oh, one could only but dream.
“Oh? It’s like that?” What? Did you-
“Yeah but it’s okay.” You don’t even have the capacity to be embarrassed right now. Instead, what he gets is—
“Your tits are enormous.” He snorts, smiling down indulgently at your dazed face.
“Thanks. They match my..,” he pauses. “Sword.” You groan his name.
“Whaaat? True story.”
Sweet mercy. All this testosterone is making you woozy. Heat still radiates from his body in waves, the way the sun glints off his bindi is heart stopping. Even as friends, you were always aware of how gorgeous he was—you weren’t blind—but you ignored it because you liked being companion to one so strange and flitting yet reassuring when he was near.
He gave fantastic advice and listened well— you never felt ashamed to be yourself in front of him as he never reproached you.
He let you experience each and every one of your emotions with him without flinch and it was as dizzying as he himself was maddening. You feel a weight on your head, tilting it back until you stare into blue pools of nirvana.
“What’s wrong, Miṭhāī?”
A lot was wrong currently— it came with your seconds new identity crisis but as you shift on your feet again with a big, long blonde-haired man smoothing your hair back; you realize you have much more pressing issues.
One, you were wet and two, you know for a fact that Buddhists don’t have companionable sex. So, you settle for a simple answer.
“Nothing.”
He hums and you almost melt in relief until you see the lines in his iris start to glow and your heart falls clean through your ass. You even stop breathing.
“Liar. Your energy is all mixed up”, he stares at different points of your body as he reads you off, paying no attention to how you start to sweat. You needed to distract him fast.
“What are those lines in your eyes? They resemble some sort of flower?” You ask, hoping he doesn’t hear the trepidation in your voice. Buddha answers without breaking his focus on you even a little.
“Yes, the Lily. They represent when I took my first steps.” You feel your heart clench and wonder when you set up your own demise when—
“Hmm?” Oh, that can’t be good.
“The chakra in your lower belly is practically molten-“ In a complete panic, you slap one hand over his eyes and the other one holding the candy over his mouth, eyes watering in pure mortification as you try to explain.
“It’s not what you think-“,
“Mhmm.” He mumbles through your hand and you almost stomp your foot. He was attractive, you weren’t blind— it was a natural, completely unemotionally driven reaction. Why couldn’t he just go with that? You feel his mouth move beneath your hand as he chews, swallows then licks a hot stripe across your palm.
You snatch your hand back like it’s been shot through with an arrow, electricity ricocheting from your hand through your body. The feeling of his soft lips and hot tongue burning in your mind.
Before you can get yourself under control, two large hands fit around your waist and lift you. The way Buddhas muscles barely give with you in his hold, walking blind as he carries you effortlessly, just makes you wetter and it’s so, so miserable.
There’s a small wooden table and that’s what he sits you on, standing huge and tempting right between your legs and this time you give into the impulsive urge to hurt him— reaching up to gather a fistful of his long pretty hair and giving it a sharp yank.
The noise that it gets you is sinful. Deep and mellow, practically melodic as it settles in your blood. Crowding you on the little table, your chest heaving, he gives you a look so knowing it’s almost pitying.
“So that’s what this is about…”, he breathes out, leaning down to nose at your flushed cheek and neck before whispering in your ear.
“The little mortal woman is aroused, huh?”
You open your mouth to deny it but find yourself gaping because the signs are all there. Elevated heart-rate, enlarged pupils, flushed skin, even your nipples were hard.
Buddhas eyes trail down your body again but unlike on the couch, this look is thick with intent. Broad palms move up your sides as his thumbs caress just underneath your breasts and you moan— arching your back up to him like an offering. He takes it, leaning down again to kiss wetly at the corner of your mouth and down your neck, sending flames licking through your body.
A sharp pain in your neck just barely cuts through the haze of bliss. He bit you.
“That’s for pulling my hair earlier. Play nice with me and I’ll play nice with you, okay Miṭhāī?” You nod dumbly but it’s enough to please him.
“Good girl.”
Those two words alone are enough to completely rewire and reboot your ass. All thoughts about if what you were feeling was okay, you two and your supposed platonic relationship as friends, how technically a greenhouse wasn’t the most sanitary place to get down, if Buddhists really did have companionable sex— flew right out the window. Staring down his tan, deliciously muscled everywhere; plump lips, long hair— you realized you didn’t care.
He was sexy down to his teeth.
The want in your eyes— how delightful you are— that’s what moves him. Pouting his lips dramatically as a flurry of kisses rain down onto your soft lips. Again and again, until you reciprocate and more. Buddha tilts his head to fit his lips with the corners of your mouth—filling it with his big tongue, licking into it the way he wants to, the way he needs to, making you gasp.
Your midriff is warm in the firm grasp of his hands, and so damn silky, just like all of you. A needy moan bubbles along the seam of his lips. He lets himself catch it with his tongue, tasting like candy on your pretty mouth. Deeper still; you press even closer— sliding your hand from his broad shoulder up into his endless strands. Your bodies and lips move in sync, seeking closeness and contact and that delicious friction.
And when he pulls away, it’s only because he remembers you need to breathe. Panting, you try to confirm that this won’t mess him or his journey up in any way.
“A-are.. is it okay for Buddhists to-“, he knows exactly how you mean, not even letting you finish before his mouth seals over yours in another kiss. You were so sweet worrying about him. Licking hotly along the inside of your cheek then pulling away with a harsh, wet suck to your bottom lip—hissing in pleasure against your gasping mouth then giving you a devastating smile.
“It’s okay. S’just energy..,” he breathes against your throat, moving your shirt up as he kisses down the valley between your breasts.
“let it flow.”
That’s confirmation enough for you, hands moving to touch everything you could, gripping his beefy arms, caressing down the column of his neck, large shoulders— you’re on your way to heaven.
“You know,” there’s another hard, wet suck down your stomach followed by a swift nip, “some Buddhist traditions use sex as a path to enlightenment…”
And the trip there is definitely going to be the best part.
24u ^////^
