𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓴𝓪 ♬ ⋆.˚

You push the front door open, the smell of something delicious meeting your nose. “I’m home baby” you call out.

“In the kitchen!” Baran calls back.

You drop your bag and kick off your shoes at the door despite knowing how your wife will scold you later. She hates clutter with a passion.

As you enter the kitchen your eyes land on Baran standing at the stove in a pair of your boxers and a sports bra you bought her a month ago.

God bless this summer heat.

“Hey beautiful” you hum, approaching her and resting your hand on her waist. You lean forward and kiss her cheek a few times. “Good day?” she questions. Her hand lands on yours and gives it a quick rub.

“Better now”.

She lets out a breathy laugh. “Sweet talk will only get you so far”. You raise your eyebrows.

“Oh yeah? How far?”

Your fingers dip under the waistband of her shorts and she smacks your hand playfully. You grin against her neck, tongue darting out to lick at her jaw playfully.

“Get much done today?” Your arms secure themselves around her waist. “Finished the washing, cleaned the house top to bottom and managed to sort everything for Kaveh's diagram”. You press another gentle kiss to Baran’s jaw.

“Hm, my wife the over achiever” you hum. “You want something to drink?” Baran nods. “Can you grab me—“

“One of your juices?” you finish, separating from Baran’s warmth. “Yes please”.

You walk over to the fridge to retrieve a bottle of juice for your wife, pouring it into a glass for her.

“I’m going to change” you say while placing the glass on the bench next to her. Your hand grazes her lower back on your way to the bedroom.

There’s a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt lay out on your side of the bed. You smile at the thought of Baran making sure to set them out for you while pulling the items of clothing on.

You chuck your scrubs into the washing basket on the way out of the door, eager to return to your wife's touch.

Baran is serving food up on plates when you walk back into the kitchen. “Let me do that”.

“No go sit down, I’ll bring it over”.

“Baby—“ “Sit”.

You move at the command and take your seat at the table. Baran walks around behind you and places your plate in front of you. “You sure you don’t need my help?” “I’m sure azizam”.

Soft fingers brush the baby hairs at the back of your neck as Baran passes you to grab her own plate.

“This looks amazing sweetheart, thank you” you murmur, taking Baran’s hand as she sits down. You bring it up to your lips and kiss the band sitting comfortably around her ring finger, barely missing the flush that takes over her cheeks.

After dinner you clear the plates away, taking the opportunity to order Baran to sit down and let you do the work. You drop down on the couch next to a smiling Baran who is leaning on her arm watching you intently. You lean over and tap her thigh, guiding her legs over your lap.

You give her ankle a gentle squeeze earning a content sigh from your wife. "I should be doing this for you" she murmurs, settling back into the cushions at the end of the couch. You just shake your head while massaging her legs.

You were always so gentle with her. You knew you didn’t have to be, Baran was anything but fragile. Yet you couldn't help but treat her like she was something precious.

"Want to talk about your day?"

You didn't really feel like divulging the details of your monotonous day at the pitt. Nothing major happened, you clocked in and clocked out after spending the entire day wondering what your wife was doing at home.

"It was long".

Baran chuckles, sitting up and scooting closer to you. She drapes her arm over your shoulder and the other hand settles on your chest. She's practically sitting in your lap now as she brushes your nose with her own. "I love you, you know that?" You nod, hand sliding against her thigh.

"I know" you murmur. Baran's hand slides up from your chest to cup your cheek, thumb running along your cheekbone. She leans forward and presses her lips to yours. You give her thigh a quick squeeze before moving your hand up to hold her hip. Baran opens her mouth a little and sighs when you brush her tongue with your own.

You slowly adjust yourself and Baran, laying her back on the couch and situating a thigh between her legs to hover above her. She gasps at the sudden contact. "Sorry" you mumble against her lips. Baran just shakes her head and grabs your face, lips reattaching to yours immediately.

Baran was usually so in command of everything and you were oh so thankful that you were able to see her so pliant. It was like there was a switch whenever she entered the threshold of your joint home. She was able to let go and trust that you could take care of everything because you wanted to.

Your fingers slip under the bottom of her shorts, bunching them up by her hip as you squeeze warm flesh. She bucks her hips up and you lean back, eyes searching her face.

"You're so beautiful".

Baran blushes. You lift your hand, knuckles brushing her cheek slowly. She nuzzles against your hand, eyes fluttering closed momentarily. You decide to test the waters and graze your thumb over her bottom lip. You apply a bit of pressure before pulling it down and watching it spring back. She watches your hand closely as you lift it back and trace her lip. Her mouth falls open almost immediately.

A grin tugs at your lips. Baran's eyes flash with... something as you bring your hand back to her lips. You push your index finger into her awaiting mouth. She welcomes the digit, tongue immediately swirling around it.

Your stomach coils at the sight below you. Baran's pupils dilated as her eyes meet yours, your finger in her mouth pressing down against her tongue. "Another?" She nods.

Baran opens her mouth and you slide your middle finger in alongside your index. Baran shifts her hips, a muffled whine vibrating against your fingers as she comes in contact with your thigh. You begin to move your fingers slowly in and out of her mouth.

As you do Baran begins moving hesitantly against your thigh. You look away from her face for a moment to watch where her hips are grinding down on your thigh, a wet patch already beginning to appear on your grey sweatpants. A whimper falls from your wife as you suddenly push your thigh up. Her movements become more confident as you bury your fingers in her mouth while your thigh is pressed up against her core.

Your other leg falls to the ground to brace yourself as your other hand pushes under her bra. "Hmgh–".

"I got you, just relax" you murmur. That earns you a nod. Baran's eyes roll to the back of her head before they flutter shut once more. Heat pools low in your stomach as you watch her rhythmic movements against your thigh. The combination of that and her tongue skillfully moving around your fingers has you dumbstruck.

Baran's lifts her hand, fingers curling around the wrist of the hand currently occupied with her mouth. She pulls your hand back excruciatingly slow, fingers glistening, coated in her saliva. You let out a shaky sigh at the sight.

"I need you" Baran breathes out, guiding your hand to her shorts. You nod. Her eyes remain on you as you pull her shorts down and discard them somewhere in the lounge. Baran's fingers dig into the back of your neck and she sighs as you run a finger through her folds. You lean down and capture her lips in a quick and soft kiss. "Can I take this off?" You gesture to her bra and she sits up, tugging it off over her head.

Baran looks heavenly in front of you. Her curly hair frames her face, tan skin dotted with freckles courtesy of the warmer weather. Her cheeks are dusted with a shade of pink as well as her chest which is on display for you to marvel at.

"What?"

"You are so perfect".

You lean forward and kiss her cheek. "So beautiful..." you mutter between planting featherlight kisses over her face. "I love you, so much" you say finally before pushing a finger past her folds. She gasps, gripping your shoulders as you pull her into your lap. Her hips grind down at the new position and you smile up at the woman.

She tilts her head back leaving her neck exposed, a perfect canvas for your lips to latch onto. "No— no marks" she gasps as you slip a second finger alongside your other and begin moving steadily inside her. You lick a stripe up the soft skin before kissing her pulse point, sucking and nipping earning a slew of whines from Baran. Your fingers curl everytime you thrust up and Baran grinds down, the sounds spilling from her mouth bordering on pornographic.

"You're so sexy" you say as your lips travel to her breasts, sucking at the soft flesh. A string of curses in Farsi fall from her lips. "You like that baby? Like when I tell you how sexy you are riding my fingers?"

Baran's words die on her tongue as you suck at her swollen nipple. Her walls spasm around your fingers, wetness dripping down your wrist as the woman groans in response to your words. You take the opportunity to slip a third finger in with the others, pulling a deep moan from Baran. Her fingers grip your hair, giving your head a harsh tug to angle your face up. Your lips fall open and Baran pushes her tongue into your mouth, moaning when your curl your fingers deep inside her.

"Aziz— Fuck, I'm close" she breathes out. You lean back, taking in the sight before you. Baran's fully naked form writhing in your lap.

"C'mon my love" you spur her on. Your fingers push in even deeper and Baran is convinced you’ve brushed her cervix. She goes quiet except for small breaths every time your fingers hit the familiar spongy spot over and over, that's how you know she's close.

“Shit—“.

Baran’s english fades into her mother tongue as her thighs tremble, body spasming against your hand. She drops her head to the crook of your neck, face contorting from pure pleasure. “That’s it beautiful” you breath against her neck before pressing soft kisses over the reddish marks you left earlier.

It takes a moment for Baran’s body to stop trembling and for her chest to stop heaving. She finally registers the soft movement of your fingers up and down her spine, your other hand still encased by her soaked cunt. The woman leans back to meet your eyes. They’re filled with wonder as she looks between them.

“You did so good darling” you say up to her. She shifts, whining at the feeling of your fingers still buried inside her. You pull them out slowly, Baran’s breath coming out shaky as you raise your fingers to your lips. She watches intently as you suck your fingers into your mouth, only releasing them once you've licked them clean.

Her arms hold you close as she leans forward and captures your lips in a relatively sweet kiss, tasting herself on your tongue. “I think— we’re going— to need a new couch” she says in between kisses. You lean back and look down at the wet patch on the cushion beneath you before shrugging.