regulus has reading glasses but no one knows bc he wears contacts
so when him and james start dating and james comes home one day to be met with regulus snuggled up in his fave seat with the book hes currently reading with READING GLASSES on? he dies internally and doesn’t shut up about it for the next week
wc- 1.5k
explicit
tags- wlw, smut, fingering (r reviving), cunnilingus (r receiving), reader is very gay for baran in reading glasses, baran loves to tease, feral lesbians, for some reason baran LOVES a good low rise short or pair of pants, everyone’s gay, lesfest, lezzing out, happy pride!!
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everyone says baran’s name wrong. that’s why, when the wide eyed nursing student she’d already been eying pronounced her name correctly, on the very first try baran found herself weak in the knees, or, you say baran’s name and she goes crazy :)
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hi everyone!!! this is my first fic on here, and my very first time writing smut (starting off with a bang, apparently, no pun intended) so PLEASE give me some grace while i figure this thing out, and give me some advice on how i can do better. this is a fem reader fic, and i randomly saw an interview with Sepi talking about how most people say her character’s name wrong, and i ran with it. happy reading!!!
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everyone says Baran’s name wrong.
they pronounce it like the word “barren” which is inherently stupid, she thinks, because there’s no ‘e’ to pronounce, but she’s grown used to it. in every school, medical department, and coffee shop, since she was 3 years old and she stepped into her first california daycare, she’s been called every name in the book except for her own. she’s been ‘barren’, ‘bar-ran’, 'bran', ‘bay-ren’, and she even had a teacher call her ‘brooke’ for a full year because it was ‘basically the american version’ of her own name. thats why, when the wide-eyed nursing student she’d already been eying (which she’d never admit, because it makes her feel gross inside to be in a position of power and so shamelessly pining after a subordinate who’d never even had a conversation with her) pronounced her name correctly, without asking how, on the very first try, baran found herself immediately weak in the knees. and even months after the two of you’d started dating, it had the same affect on her every single time. it was no different on a sunday afternoon, a rare weekend where you both found yourselves free from the hospital, the two of you lounging around in Baran’s bed, when you look up, chin rested in the valley of her breasts, the rest of your body slotted between her legs, as she reads a book, her reading glasses sitting low on her nose. those damn glasses. you bit your lip, trailing your arms up her sides, trying to get her attention. she shows no response, licking her finger and turning the page, because of course she doesn’t.
“baby” you murmur, albeit low, and when she doesn’t respond you whine.
“ah-ziz-muh” you mispronounce, because you can’t help but try to mimic all of her little pet names for you, but alas, no response. you know by now what she wants, but you figure you might as well have a little fun with it, so your roaming hands find a home under the loose button up sleep shirt she wears, fingertips fiddling with the edges of the sports bra she wears as you give in.
“Baran” you whine, and that gets her attention.
“beleh, esh?” she asks, eyes flicking away from her book, faking disinterest like you can’t read her expressions like the book clutched between her knuckles.
“kiss?” you ask, looking up at her through big eyes and thick lashes. the corners of her lips tick upward, but she shakes her head.
“chapter 12 was just getting interesting, azizam.”
your eyes roll, because you could care less if her book was the single most interesting thing in the planet, and you inch her shirt up slowly, peppering kisses on her skin as you go. you start right above her mound, because every pair of pants or shorts this woman wears— down to her scrub pants— are a size bigger so they hang off her hips low the way she likes, and you feel her stomach flutter beneath your lips, but she’s yet to put the book down. you kiss between her breasts, getting impatient and finally, finally, unbuttoning her shirt to get better access, before you worm your way under her arms where she holds the book, kissing up her neck and jaw, before kissing her lips, as she avoids eye contact, pretending to read the book, but you know she isn’t, because Baran is an unusually fast reader, so much so that you tease her about being a human version of google, and she hasn’t turned a single page in the ten minutes it took you to worship whatever parts of her skin were visible to you. you huff, a faux pout on your lips.
“Baran, there’s no way the book is that interesting.”
her lips tick upward, and she doesn’t diminish the smile this time, closing the book without a care in the world to save her page before grabbing your body, turning the two of you over so she’s straddling your waist, kissing you and giggling madly like a lovesick teenager. she wastes no time at all kissing down your body now that the book is forgotten, and when she gets between your legs, she doesn’t take off your sleep shorts just yet, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs, occasionally kissing you where you need her most through your (hers that you stole) shorts and underwear. she’s taking her time, because of course she is, stopping to suck a dark mark on the inside of your thigh, as high as she can get it without removing the shorts just yet, nipping and soothing the mark with her tongue. eventually, you get fed up, because of course Baran would take her time now of all times, and you grab her head, gently pulling her to where you want her, until she pulls back, looking at you.
“say my name”
you blink, eyebrows furrowing, before you prop yourself on your elbows and look down at her, raising a single questioning eyebrow at her.
“say my name, azizam” she repeats, and when you do, her eyes flutter, and god if her biting her lip like that isn’t the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen, you don’t know what is. her perfectly manicured fingers finally pull down your shorts, taking your damp panties with them, and she waits a moment, blowing her breath on your cunt, smelling your arousal and watching you shudder in anticipation.
when she finally licks one stripe up your pussy, collecting your wetness on her tongue from your hole before broadening her lick once she gets to your clit, you gasp out a moan. without preamble, she sucks your clit, and her fingers make their way between your legs, pressing into you in one smooth motion.
she eats you like a woman starved, sucking and licking and pumping her fingers in and out until you’re writing and moaning and crying beneath her.
“Fuck!” you shout your orgasm in less than ten minutes, which you’d have the mind to be embarrassed about if you could think about anything but baran’s lips still wrapped around your clit, sucking and flicking her tongue against it incessantly.
“Bar-Baran-shit!” you gasp and curse, chanting Baran’s name like a prayer, when you hear a whimper from between your legs against your hole, and you look down and almost cum again from the sight alone. baran’s humping the edge of the bed while she eats you out, like a needy, horny puppy, and every single time you gasp out her name, her hips stutter and her jaw goes lax against your cunt for a moment as she moans, and you realize she’s getting off on this just as much, if not more than you are.
your pause in actual words, more specifically her name, between moans make her efforts double, because she wants nothing more than to hear you whine and whimper her name between tears and moans. you’re a fucking mess beneath her, crying and moaning, head thrown back as you chant Baran’s name over and over and over like it’s the only one you know, and eventually, she orgasms in her shorts, bucking forward and throwing off your rhythm against her face, creating a chain reaction, and you don’t even know you’ve squirted and soaked baran’s face until she smiles up at you, chin dripping in your arousal as she licks a trail up your abs and over each of your nipples, biting and sucking until she’s had her fill, before making her way to your lips, kissing you so you taste yourself against her tongue, the slight musk of your arousal mixing with the salty sweat and tears on your skin.
you want to return the favor, you really do, but when you get like this? baran doesn’t let you. not for the moment. she just rests her head on your chest, monitoring and listening to your heartbeat, because she always errs on the side of caution, and she’d rather never cum again than push your body and exert it beyond its capabilities.
“that’s new” you laugh breathlessly, and when her eyebrow raises, prompting you to elaborate, you do. “your name. you started humping the bed like you were going to die if you didn't cum right then when i said it”
“that’s not new.” she says, and then it’s your turn to raise an eyebrow.
“nobody says it right. it always makes me hot when you do, because you’re the only one who gets it right every time without correction.”
part of you melts right into the mattress at that. something so simple you never thought about, as point blank as a name, getting to baran as much as it does makes you feel warm inside, but the idea that not a single person other than her family took the time to learn the pronunciation makes you sad for her. from that day on, you decide, it’ll be your personal mission to make sure people know how to pronounce her name, and for you to say it as much as you can, because there’s nothing you love more than the woman lying on top of you and if people saying her name correctly is what she wants? it’s what you’ll give her. every single chance you get.
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note: thanks for reading!!! I hope you enjoyed and this was kind of fun so drop a request in the ask boxxxxx
Many thanks to @self-made-purgatories for reminding me of the context of Jim's reading glasses. I literally forgot they were a 400 year old present from Bones for Kirk's birthday.
