tags: baran x reader, fauxcest, firm mom baran, nails digging in
Having a rough day. Being so tired and grumpy. Trying not to show it but failing. Baran asking gently if you’re feeling okay. You brush her off. You don’t want to talk about it and you know you won’t be able to control your tone. She doesn’t ask again but she stays close, offering unspoken support. It’s nice but you’re having the kind of day when everything pisses you off. You try not to but eventually you snap at her. The door to the cupboard is loose on it’s hinge and she’s swinging it back and forth to see whether she needs to grab a screwdriver or not.
“Leave it.”
She’s on you in a second. Nails grip your cheeks, dig in.
“Do not speak to me like that.” Baran’s voice is firm, a warning. Your anger flutters. “I am only trying to help.”
“I don’t want your help.”
Her nails dig in more and you wince.
“Your want does not outweigh your need.”
“I need space.”
Baran’s smile takes a condescending edge. “That’s what you think you need. Wrong, once again.”
You have to force down your protest. Her grip on you already hurts. She stills sees it on your face.
“What’s the saying?”
You stubbornly stay quiet. She shakes your chin a little.
“Mom knows best,” you mumble. Her smile grows.
“That’s right.” She pulls your head closer. You can feel her hot breath on your lips. “Mom knows best. So get on the bed.”
Your skin stings with relief when she lets go. You debate for a second whether to listen but she tilts her head slightly, looking you up and down, and you rush to the bedroom with your tail between your legs.
