Baran Al-Hashimi x Fem Reader
a/n - I took a long hiatus but Iβm back and should be writing more often - Thank you guys for the response to my first fic, and this will be my second one ever written so please be honest!
This fic is inspired by the GIF above! (sourced from The L Word: Generation Q)
(wlw explicit)
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Baran is incredibly focused, looming over the stove in a dark red tank-top and comfortable lounge pants. You sit quietly and admire her as she intently stirs and seasons the vegetables cooking in the steaming skillet beneath her. You get up, approaching her slowly and wrapping your arms around her waist. She relaxes into your embrace, sighing quietly. βYouβre always so tense, B.β you whisper softly. Her hands squeeze yours placed over her stomach.
βI know.. but you know just with my hours I-β She pauses as you cut her off. βBaby. I understand, but you donβt relax when you are actually home with me. Youβre always cleaning everything or thinking about work.β She sighs deeply, turning to face you, her large deep eyes trailing down to the floor. She cups your face tentatively, frowning slightly. βI want to do better, honey. I do.β She admits genuinely, her gaze soft and understanding. ββ¦And I will do it on my own terms, understand?β She adds firmly, backing you against the island. She gives you a look, the look.
Your face flushes as you feel her hands on your hips, sliding under your shirt and running up your sides as she makes you melt just with her eyes. She does not hesitate to flip you around, pressing your front and stomach against the counter. You feel her lips on your neck, unable to keep in the faint whimper that escapes your lips. βDoes this count as me relaxing?β she teases in a low tone. You feel her rings clattering on the countertop near you as she takes them off, her hand slipping into your shorts. Her free hand holds you against her while she pleasures you. She rubs tight circles around your clit, kissing your neck roughly.
Your hands grip the countertop, your eyes shut tightly and mouth agape as moans escape your lips. She makes no effort to silence you, in fact she does everything possible to draw as many sounds as possible from you. Her free hand slides under your shirt, resting firmly on your upper stomach just beneath your bra, holding you against her. Her body feels warm against your back, her curls occasionally tickling your neck or shoulder as her fingers move skillfully between your thighs.
She nips your ear playfully, relishing in the sound you make when you feel her teeth graze your skin. βYou close?β She hums against your neck in a demanding tone. You nod urgently, unable to express anything with words at the moment. Her fingers quicken and your mind goes cloudy. βBaranβ¦β You moan out weakly as you finish, your body tensing against hers. She holds you carefully, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder. She helps you to the bathroom, running a bath for you while she finishes cooking dinner. She comes to check on you frequently, giving you samples of the sauce and veggies or just a loving kiss here and there.











