Good Morning, Sleepyhead
This is just soft TP Zelink smut because who doesn't love pillow talk and morning cuddles?
There's possibly more coming since I've been bored and writing smut lmao. Also Zelink week is coming up! So excited!
Technically this goes with my BMTR fic, but as always, it works as a stand-alone. It's their first morning together (at the end of chap 20). Enjoy!
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"Good morning, sleepyhead."
Aglow in the soft morning light, Zelda woke him up for the very first time. His heart had nearly stopped when he opened his eyes and saw her at his side, as his wife. Of all the most unbelievable things that'd happened to him, this was by far the greatest.
That small, pleased smile was on her lips as she looked at him. A sheet was demurely pinned to her chest and her dark hair spilled over the pillows, tickling his shoulder in a way that made his stomach tighten.
He reached out to cradle her cheek, exalting in the softness of it, in the way her mouth soundlessly parted to shape an "oh."
As he watched his thumb sweep across her bottom lip, he thought back to the night before. The way those lips had kissed him, the way her mouth had parted with noises he'd never expected to hear from her and words he'd never thought she'd say.
Zelda loved him. The affirmation pulled the earth out from under him.
"Good morning, Zelda."
His morning voice was hoarse and rugged, making goosebumps erupt over her skin. She didn't know such a small thing could make her feel so flustered.
When her smile stretched, his thumb slid to the corner of her lips, but his hand still held her cheek and he was still looking at her like he couldn't believe she was really there.
"Will you continue to call me by my name now that we're wed?"
He paused to think. "What would you like me to call you?"
His hand dropped to her sternum when Zelda reclined on the mattress and did an endearing little stretch. Humming thoughtfully, she angled herself between facing him and looking up at the canopy.
"I wouldn't mind it either way. It's just that some couples use terms of endearment."
A sheepish grin found his lips, but he shrugged in a nonchalant, boyish type of way. "I can. I just like saying your name."
"You do?"
"Yeah. I mean, I was nervous when you first said I could." She flashed him a curious look, and so he explained, "It felt sort of - well, I don't know, forbidden."
"'Forbidden?'"
A flustered chuckle escaped him, though he managed to squash it down to a smile. "I was just waiting for them to throw me back in the dungeon."
Zelda laughed, causing Link's laughter to burst free of its feeble restraints. She shook her head, but there was love in her eyes.
"I like it when you say my name, too."
His amusement faltered in favor of his fluster. As his expression softened, his eyes traveled back to her mouth, like it had its own gravitational pull.
"Zelda."
She took a trembling breath.
And then he was moving - carefully, methodically, as if in slow motion. One arm perched onto her pillow and the other reached around to the other side, framing her head and dragging the covers with him.
With a dip of his head, he kissed her. He was tender, moving against her with slow, careful strokes and the gentle rocking of his hips, and Zelda dreamily moved with him.
His fingers were teasing the locks at her hairline, and the ticklish touch made her smile against him. Keen to return the favor, her hands threaded around his shoulders to the nape of his neck. It drew a shiver from him.
He separated from her slowly, eyes lidded and dazed.
"I love you, Zelda," he murmured. "You know that?"
"I believe I heard that somewhere."
He shook his head with a grin.
"Any thoughts?"
"Hmm?"
Dropping his forehead to hers, he lowered his voice to a whisper. "About me loving you."
"Oh..." There was a pause where she pretended to think about it. "Only that I love you too."
Link let out a soft breath that, if she were not nose to nose with him, she might've not heard. He leaned against her cheek before planting a soft kiss on it, then dragged his lips towards her neck.
It drew the most pleased, exalted sigh from her, and she was smiling dreamily while she angled her head to help.
"Link," she sighed. "You know I'll have to get up eventually."
"Mmm, maybe tomorrow."
"What about all the paperwork?"
"We can hide it." He paused. "Or burn it."
Zelda laughed incredulously.
"Do you intend to keep me here all day?"
"…Is that an option?"
She managed to flip him onto his back. She wasn't quite straddling him, but she was hovering above him at his side and her legs were brushing his. Link could only look up at her with wonder.
Zelda looked like a statue, draped in the white sheet and perfectly sculpted, with her hair falling to the side like a shimmering curtain.
But there was a pretty pink color to her pale cheeks and shoulders that showed she was very much made of flesh and not stone.
"I have duties to attend to," she stated matter-of-factly.
"What if we just run away?"
Another laugh escaped her.
"You've been prince for a day and already you're willing to step down?"
He smiled handsomely. "I made it that far?"
She couldn't help it: she kissed him again. Really, Zelda thought she could kiss him forever if they had the time.
But to her surprise, his hand started to move up her side, sliding ever so slowly over the rippling white cotton sheet. It stopped below her armpit and coiled to rest gently on her upper back.
Then his finger carefully, and yet daringly, dipped into the makeshift neckline.
Her breath caught. Just the light graze of his knuckle against her bare skin made her knees weak.
"Do you really have to go?"
She surprised herself by stopping to consider it. Every day came with new stacks of paperwork and meetings that she had to spend hours upon hours trudging through. It was part of her role as the queen of a large and bountiful kingdom.
But when she thought about it, she realized there wasn't anything particularly pressing that day. There were no court proceedings or petitions, and her meetings weren't scheduled until the early afternoon.
And the pile of paperwork wasn't going anywhere, that was for certain.
No one would fault her for staying in just an hour or so.
For a second, she pondered whether it was scheduled that way intentionally. Did her advisor know it'd be impossible to get out of bed the morning after their wedding? The thought made her blush.
"No," she said at last, breathless. "Not yet."
Link swallowed. His gaze bore into hers, trying to determine whether she wanted to stay a little longer.
But she truly did. Her body was thrumming with unsated desire, and just looking at Link warm and tousled in their bed made her want to pick up right where they left off last night.
To prove herself, she unraveled her fist around the sheet. He drew a breath, his gaze caught on the slight movement. Like the fall of a feather, it slid down her body and fell languidly to the mattress around her.
Zelda was utterly bare beneath. Though he knew she was, the sight had his heart hammering wildly in his chest.
While last night she was bathed in firelight, now she was aglow in the gentle daylight streaming in through the voile curtains. Her figure was haloed by a white glow, highlighting her wispy, disheveled hair.
He could see her so clearly now, could make out every color on her skin and in her hair. He was startled by how infinitely beautiful she was.
As his bashful gaze found hers, Link pushed himself up to sit with her. His pulse was thrumming uncontrollably and he silently urged it to settle.
"You're beautiful," he murmured with more air than voice. He'd said it last night and he'd say it again. It was impossible not to, when struck by the blatant fact over and over.
It set butterflies free in her stomach. Zelda found herself reaching for him and took hold of his broad shoulders. Shuffling forward, she straddled his lap and captured his lips.
Link drew a surprised breath as their lips collided before his eyes fluttered closed and his hands fanned over her bare back. He let out a sated sigh.
It was like he was basking in sunlight: her gentle warmth bathed his skin and coursed throughout his entire body.
A hand moved upwards until he was gently holding the back of her head. Strands of her chestnut hair poured over the back of his hand, sifting like sand between his fingers. She let her head fall back into his palm, exalting in its gentle cradle.
When Zelda parted from him, Link whispered in earnest, "I wish we could stay like this forever…" His eyes dropped to her lips. "I'd kiss you all day if I could."
"Among other things, I'm sure," she cheekily replied.
His cheeks darkened, but he smiled: he wasn't going to deny it.
"I want to make you feel good. Seeing you like that last night..." He shuddered with pleasure, and Zelda felt it rake through her body. "I'd do anything to see you like that again."
They've only shared a bed for a night, but already Link seemed quite talkative in it. It was a delightful surprise.
Enthused by his declaration, she kissed him deeply, passionately. Her tongue dipped past his parted lips and teased his with quick, light movements. The slick contact was exhilarating; it had them reeling for more.
Link's hand coiled around and covered her breast. Just the light touch made him groan, his eyes clenching shut. Her breast was incredibly silky smooth and malleable, pliable to his groping and gentle tugging.
Zelda moaned softly into his mouth. For her, the pleasure was only enhanced by the fact that it was Link doing this.
It was the kind and gentle rancher growing hard against her thigh; it was the strong, unwavering hero moaning into her mouth. It was the man she loved dearly who was touching her like she were pretty and desirable.
The thought was incomparable.
When they parted, Link's gaze danced over her face. There was clearly something on his mind, but she was oblivious to it, looking at him doe-eyed and breathless.
She figured it out only moments later when he dipped his head and took her untouched breast into his mouth. Zelda gasped, taken off guard by the wet seal of his lips as he began to gently suckle on her nipple.
His hand splayed over the middle of her back, keeping her steady while simultaneously pushing her further into him.
Shutting her eyes, she grimaced and moaned, unable to bear the pleasure. She pressed the back of her hand to her lips in a lame effort to muffle all the indecent noises she was making.
Considering the soft noises emitting from him, Link was more than content to remain latched onto her breast, but the mounting pleasure left Zelda in need of more.
Without much thought, she rolled her hips and slid her wet core along his thigh.
"Oh gods," Link gasped, the sudden exclamation cutting off his ministrations. "You're so wet."
Her face turned bright red in embarrassment, but Link's eyes were swirling with both desire and amazement.
"Can I touch you?"
"Yes."
Zelda shifted herself off his thigh, and his hand slithered between their bodies, tickling her stomach. At the first touch, they shared in a sharp inhale. His fingers danced over the bud she introduced him to last night before he tentatively started to stroke it.
"Does that feel good?" he asked softly, his eyes flitting between hers.
"Mmm…yes…"
Slowly, he slid further down her seam and gently teased her entrance. She was already wet enough to coat his fingers, and when he pressed into her, his finger easily dipped into her wet passage. He suppressed a groan as it slid all the way in.
"What about this?"
Zelda tightly shut her lips and nodded, trying to regain control. But already she was lost to his touch. Though he used just one of his fingers, it was thicker and longer than hers, filling her better, and the rough calluses were far more stimulating.
Carefully, he began to pump his finger in and out of her. He guided her head to rest on his shoulder, gently combing through her hair, as Zelda rolled her hips in time with his thrusts.
"That's it," he coaxed.
There was something indecent about the way he spoke, as if he were soothing his mare. It was unintentional, she knew, but it still made her cheeks flare up in embarrassment.
"Please." She wasn't exactly sure what she was asking for. She just wanted more.
He rested his cheek against her hair and asked her softly, in earnest, "Do you want another?"
She nodded against him, burying her face in his shoulder. "Yes…"
Readily, he slid another finger inside, and it emitted a wet sound that made his stomach tighten. He began to thrust again, savoring the heat and tightness of her passage. He wanted to burn the shape of her passage into his mind, to commit every spot that made her buck her hips to memory.
Suddenly, his fingers slid out of her and back through her folds, diverging to either side of her clitoris. The slickness of his fingers made it easier to tease her. Her hips involuntarily jerked up with a powerful shudder and Zelda sprang off his shoulder.
Her voice jumped. "Link."
"Is that good?"
Zelda nodded again, and so he doubled down and quickened his movements. Already, she was close. Intense pleasure was building within her, curling her toes and stealing her breath.
Her lips were tightly pressed as she rocked against his hand, forgetting her shame and chasing her pleasure instead.
Then, it happened.
With a cry, Zelda arched and threw her head back. Entranced, Link could only watch in amazement. She wrapped her legs around his hardened chest and grinded against it in a desperate search for friction.
"Zelda...!" he choked out.
The feeling of her hot, sweaty body writhing against him was too intense. Pleasure shot through him in a sudden, sharp jolt, making him fear he'd climax. But by some miracle, he managed to grit his teeth and suppress it.
It helped that Zelda started to come down from her peak, and her intense quivering waned into the occasional spasm. As she tried to catch her breath, she slackened around him, releasing the tight hold she had on his body.
There was a moment of stillness as Zelda settled down, when Link simply gazed upon her with absolute awe.
"I'll never get used to that," he murmured at last.
"What do you mean?"
"Just-" When he started to clarify, his face turned bright red. He'd blurted out the words before realizing how perverse they were. "You look so pretty when you…you know."
Her mouth fell open. "L-Link…" she stammered.
Zelda was surprised to hear Link say something of that caliber, and judging by his face, which had reddened to the point that it seemed like steam was coming off his cheeks, he was equally surprised to admit it. And yet, despite the indecency of his words, her blood ran hot.
Taking hold of his cheeks, she angled his head towards his shoulder and weaved in to catch his lips. The lustful breath she emitted, matched with their proximity, made him groan. She kissed him again and again, leaving him chasing her lips with soft grunts and furrowed brows.
Then, Zelda started to drag a hand down his chest, grazing him gently with her fingertips. He stiffened, his breath drawn. He quickly figured out where she was headed, and it took a great deal of control not to break the kiss.
When she found his lap, her hand gently wrapped around his shaft. It was stiff and aching between his legs, so desperate for her touch that he immediately bucked up into it. He gasped then, unable to help it, and cut an end to their stream of kisses.
Keeping her hold light, she slowly started to stroke him. He bit his lip, trying desperately to hold back the shameful sounds climbing up his throat. But he couldn't stop the way his hips canted up to match every slide of her hand.
When her hand twisted to the underside of his member and swept up to the tip, he shuddered. Zelda smiled.
"Would you like to hear what I enjoyed?"
Breath shallow, his eyes dropped to her lips. He had no idea what she was talking about. "What…?"
"You told me you enjoyed watching me finish." His blush returned with a vengeance. That certain detail, which would haunt him later for sure, had briefly slipped his mind. "Now it's my turn to confide."
Almost afraid to hear it, Link stammered, "W-What is it?"
She removed her hand from him, leaving him bucking up with need. Wide-eyed, he made the most endearing, confused noise.
Zelda leaned in, her lips lightly brushing his cheek, and whispered dangerously, "When you finished inside of me."
Just from her words, Link felt a rush of pleasure. An intense shudder raked through him, and he was suddenly relieved that she stopped stroking him. It might've been enough to end it right there.
"I did too…"
"I want you to do it again."
Link swore for the first time in front of her. Judging by her amused smile, though, she wasn't offended.
"Zelda…" He groaned. "But – well, aren't you worried about getting pregnant?"
Admittedly, Link only barely registered that particular concern last night. And to be perfectly honest, the thought of having a child with her made him happier than it should, considering they had just wed.
But he felt like he should ask anyway: he wanted to be responsible.
Her eyes lidded and locked on his lips. "It's okay," she murmured. "I've been taking a contraceptive elixir."
He didn't know what to say to that. It was strangely arousing. When did she start taking that exactly?
"I want you," she said, effectively intersecting his train of thought. "Please. Don't make me wait any longer."
Quiet, hoarse, and a little bit desperate, he whined, "I want you too."
Her small smile softened. Link placed his hands on her hips to steady her as she pushed herself up and guided his member to her entrance.
Just the initial contact, in which his hard tip slid over her soft, wet folds, sent a jolt through them both. Holding their breath, their gazes snapped to one another.
"Go slow," he warned, brows furrowed with concern. Despite his overwhelming desire, he couldn't help but worry about the pain she felt the night before. "I don't want to hurt you."
Zelda nodded. But as she eased down onto his member, she didn't feel that sharp pain. There was only a strange stretching sensation as she acclimated to having him inside her.
As his large, thick member flooded her tight, warm passage, every nerve between them was stimulated. Her moan lingered during the slow descent towards his lap until she was suddenly filled, and her mouth fell open with a gasp.
"Are you okay?" Link said, strained.
His eyes searched her face to discern whether that was a gasp of pain or pleasure. But Zelda could only nod.
"How do you feel?"
"So full," she gasped.
Her words made Link groan.
"Zelda."
Shaking her hair off her shoulders, she started to move. It was just a slow grind of her hips, but it was enough to make them light-headed. He could only watch in amazement, his eyes wide and lips parted.
But staring wasn't enough for her. Her hands flattened on either side of his head and brought his face close to hers. Their eyes were locked and their gaping mouths hovered only an inch apart, allowing their quick, hot breaths to gather in the space between.
And then, Zelda tilted his head and pressed his open mouth to hers. Their tongues flattened against one another before twirling around each other, and the slick tangle of nerves sent pleasure surging through them both.
Suddenly, she pushed herself up on her knees and sank down on him. The new angle and the depth to which he reached caused her to break off their kiss with a broken cry.
"Z-Zelda," he said with a grunt.
He peered at her through creased eyes as she repeated the motion, over and over, pushing herself up his length before impaling herself again.
"It feels so good, Link." Her voice had a heady, sultry air, and her breathing was getting shallower. Her usual eloquent, flowery speech seemed to evade her, leaving her to simply say what she felt. "You feel so good."
"You do too," he groaned. "You're so tight."
"Link," she moaned. "You feel so good inside me. Please, just stay inside me."
Gasping, he swore again. "I wish I could live inside you."
"Link..!"
She started to bounce harder and harder, their skin smacking loudly with every fall of her hips. The movements made her long, dark hair spring behind her and her pert breasts bounce.
He slid a hand up until it cupped a breast, then guided it to his mouth. Zelda gasped, watching him gently lap her nipple with his tongue. Link's eyes were locked with hers as he relished the erotic look on her face.
Between her deep red cheeks, her open mouth, and her glazed eyes, she looked properly undone. Even the sweat made her skin gleam and her damp hair stick to her temples.
It was too much and yet not enough: he needed to go faster. He tore off her breast to look at her properly, pleadingly, and took hold of her hips.
Zelda didn't protest when he lifted her and laid her down, causing her beautiful chestnut hair to fan around her on the pillow and her pale blue eyes to blink up at him in question.
One hand tightened around her hip while the other took hold of his member. It was when his gaze flashed to her for approval that she understood and gave her nod of assent.
As he slowly slid inside her, her breath caught. She clung tightly to his upper arm. While it wasn't painful, his thick head still posed quite the intrusion, stretching her open. After the first few experimental strokes, he rammed her to the hilt, hitting her in a spot they'd discovered together last night.
Zelda's eyes rolled back as she threw her head onto the pillow. "Link!" she cried brokenly. His member filled her perfectly, reaching the very depths of her.
Planting his hand on the pillow, he began to move his hips. It made stars explode behind her eyes. Zelda's hand flew back and grabbed the headboard, nearly afraid she'd snapped a piece off. They were shaking the mattress, their bodies rocking up and down from the deep, intense thrusts.
With every slam of his hips, she cried out, emitting a symphony of the most erotic noises. He could listen to it all day long. His gaze held hers, swirling with intense passion and unbridled desire, taking in the inward curve of her brows, the dew of sweat rolling down her temple, the way her lips quivered.
Goddesses, he loved her. Every part, every inch - everything.
He leaned forward and captured her lips, kissing her languidly, in perfect contrast to the fast movement of his hips. Her eyes shut, welling with unshed tears.
She felt his love encapsulate her, holding her like a warm embrace. Pleasure formed like a knot in her core that was waiting to be unraveled.
"I love you," she gasped.
Link's forehead dropped to hers, his brows furrowing.
"Zelda," he said, wavering with emotion. "I love you so much."
"I'm close," she said. "I'm so close."
"Come, Zelda," he panted. "Please."
"Come with me, Link." She was pleading now, a whimper laced in her voice. Such a lustful plea, falling from Zelda's lips, was more than enough encouragement. "Please - Link!"
Like a tight coil, she snapped and came undone. With a burst of her voice, she arched off the mattress and clenched unbearably tight around his member. Ecstasy surged through her for the second time that morning.
The feeling of her wrapped so tightly around him, with her hot, tense body pressed to his, was more than he could handle. Link succumbed to his orgasm right on top of hers.
Groaning through gritted teeth, he bore down, his hips ramming deep within her as he slowed to a stop. Both his hearing and sight went blank and dissolved into a white light. He twitched as his seed spilled inside her, and the warm feeling made her shudder.
When the last of the pleasure abated, his gaze refocused on her. Her head was thrown back on the pillow, her eyes glazed over in a daze. He felt himself going soft within her, so he slowly eased out, allowing some of his seed to trickle out of her. The sight made him groan.
At last, Zelda stirred. Her eyes fluttered as she looked at him as if waking from a daze before they softened with a smile. Link's face was open in shock and awe, and his arms trembled to keep himself from collapsing atop her.
Sliding her hands back to his shoulders, she pulled him towards her and guided him to lie at her side. Their legs were entangled, and their sweaty skin stuck together at every point of contact. He had a musk infused with pine that she found herself breathing in.
The brief silence gave way to the early birds in the palace gardens. The twitter of songbirds and the sharp call of the bluejays outside their window only made them more at ease.
"Wow," Link exhaled at last.
For some reason, the short exclamation made her smile.
"My thoughts exactly."
Flustered, he took hold of her hand and brought her knuckles to his lips. Her eyes fluttered and she found herself blushing girlishly.
"I love you," he said yet again. But Zelda would never tire of hearing it.
"And I love you."
Soft and tender, her hand moved to graze his cheek. Sadness crept in, considering she had to get up and leave his side. Such a pleasurable morning made it harder to say goodbye, but she'd delayed the inevitable enough. With a saddened sigh, she peeled off him and slipped out of the covers.
"But I really must go - before they send out a search party."
Link frowned, but he didn't try to fight it: he had to go to work too. Still, he held onto her hand until she was too far away to reach.
Though the bed already felt colder without her, Link couldn't help but marvel at how his young wife stumbled around the room, coyly swathed in the white sheet with tousled hair, and at the patter of her bare feet across the plush carpet.
She disappeared behind her partition while Link swept his fingers through his hair. He'd just swung his legs over the bedside when a thought returned to him.
"Zelda?"
She hummed in question from behind the screen.
"When-" he blushed, flustered, but urged himself to ask, "When did you start taking that elixir?"
Zelda emerged from the screen in a slip while pulling her arm through a matching robe. His eyes flitted down her body. Something about her like this made his heart flip. Comfortable and intimate - at home.
While she untucked her hair from the collar, she smiled wickedly and strode towards him. Draping her arms over his shoulders, she leaned forward to give him a dizzying kiss.
Just as she pulled away, she murmured lowly, dangerously, "I will never tell."
Link's stomach tightened.
"Zelda…?" he cried.
Looking quite pleased, she disappeared into the bath chambers to get ready for the day ahead, leaving Link to stew over the thought alone.
