#also silk/satin makes me squirm i hate it so much

[hallospaceboyy]

can you maybe write something where the reader is self conscious about their body and Zelda reassures them that they’re beautiful?

Reassurance

AN: I also combined this with another request I got for first time with Zelda and reader being nervous. Hope you don't mind!

Warning for smut

You’ve been thinking a lot about being intimate with Zelda, really want to, but a couple of things hold you back. Your low self esteem – or lack of any self esteem at all, made it difficult for you to imagine being unclothed in front of her, letting her eyes see parts of you that you hate. Then there's also the fact you’re a virgin. Zelda knows this, has been patient and understanding, but you can't help being terrified that you’ll be no good at it, do something wrong.

Zelda had convinced you to stay the night, not that it took much convincing, and you're straddling Zelda's lap where she sits in bed, kissing her with fervour, a heated passion that has her clutching at your thighs over your shorts, palming roughly at your ass. You groan against her, rolling your hips, and break away, panting heavily. Your eyes flit over Zelda's face, delighting in her swollen pink lips, the flush at the apple of her cheeks, her eyes dark and hooded with lust. The flush spreads down to her chest, painting the pale skin there, and the contrast is exquisite against her ivory silk nightgown.

“Zelda...” The uncertainty is creeping back in now, the fears that have held you back for so long gripping at you with icy tendrils, and Zelda notices immediately, sees it in your eyes. Her eyes soften, and she brings her hands up to cup your face, smiling fondly.

“We don't have to do anything you aren’t ready to do, Y/N. But you don’t have to be scared. Not of me. I'll be gentle.”

“It's not that-I um-" You sigh in frustration, looking up at the ceiling, as if looking away from her will instil you with some courage, but it doesn’t.

“Talk to me, darling. Tell me what's going on in that head of yours.”

“I'm not scared of you hurting me, Zelds. I’d never be scared of that. I’m scared of you finding me unattractive. Or that I won't be good at it and you’ll never want to do it again. You've had centuries of practice. Not to mention you’re gorgeous, you could get anyone you want. Why bother with some fumbling ugly virgin?” Your speech is rushed, and you look down to your lap, twiddling your fingers nervously.

“Don't ever let me hear you call yourself ugly again.” She chides, gripping your chin and tilting your head up to face her. “You’re beautiful, and I care for you very much. Nothing underneath those clothes is going to change my mind. It will only make me adore you all the more.” Her eyes are gentle, sincere as she says this, and you find yourself blinking away tears. She combs her hands through your hair and pulls you forward, pressing a tender kiss to each eyelid, and you giggle.

Zelda's words have instilled some bravery in you now, and with a deep breath, you lift off the vest you're wearing, tossing it to the floor. Your bare breasts are revealed to the redhead, and she smirks and bites her lip as she gazes at them, cups them gently and runs her thumbs over your pert nipples. You shiver, arching your back slightly, watching her face intently the entire time. You see only fondness there, and the lascivious look is back in those sea green eyes.

“You're gorgeous, baby.” She whispers, and then her pale hands are on your back, pulling you up on your knees, and she peppers soft kisses to your chest, licks and nips at the underside of each breast before taking a nipple into her mouth and sucking gently, eyes gazing up at you, watching the pleasure contort your face as you watch her every move. Your fingers tangle in her hair, as you release a breathy moan, and she chuckles against you.

She pulls away, removing her hands from you entirely, and you pout, falling back on your haunches to rest on her lap. She grins, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Lay down for me, darling.”

You do as asked, shifting off of her and laying down beside her, and she crawls on top of you, starts pressing kisses to the column of your neck, gently nipping and sucking there, and her fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts. She lifts her head to look at you, asking permission, and you offer her a single nod, breathing heavily as you watch her slowly tug them down your legs.

A hum leaves Zelda's lips as her eyes dart to the apex of your thighs, and you impulsively squeeze your thighs shut, self consciousness rearing up all over again. Zelda strokes slender hands up your thighs, eyes now fixed on yours.

“We can stop anytime if you're uncomfortable, okay?” She reassures and you nod, smiling at her gratefully. “But if you would like to carry on, I'd like to see you.”

Biting your lip, you slowly spread your legs, and Zelda's hands squeeze your thighs, biting her own lip and watching intently as your cunt is revealed to her, and she moans in delight at how very wet you are, arousal dripping to coat your inner thighs.

“Beautiful. So beautiful. And soaked for me, like a good girl.” She murmurs, and you keen at the praise, squirming and lifting your hips as her fingertips graze your inner thighs, touch feather light and teasing.

“Please, Zelda.” You whisper, and Zelda chuckles crawling back up your body and kissing you hard, biting at your lower lip, tongue flicking out in search of yours.

“I’m going to use my fingers, is that okay?” She mumbles against your lips, and you nod vehemently, parting your legs further and groaning as her fingers find your wet heat, spreading your folds and rubbing lightly at your clit. You arch your back at the bolts of pleasure that course through you, every nerve ending alight as she presses a little firmer on the sensitive bud. Her fingers glide over your heat, gathering the wetness on her fingers before she presses a single finger to your entrance. Your eyes open to meet hers as she slowly enters you, and her own eyes flit over your face, searching for any sign of discomfort. She begins to thrust it gently, pushing a little deeper each time, and she peppers soft kisses to the corner of your mouth as you moan, smiling and watching you in your exquisite ecstasy.

“You feel so good, baby. Do you think you can take another?” She kisses your cheek, then along your jaw, and you tilt your head, whining.

“Yes, yes Zelda please!” Zelda laughs breathily at your desperation, adding a second finger and groaning as your walls tighten around her, and you cling to her tightly, fisting at the cool satin of her nightgown, digging your nails into her back.

“Ze-Zelda I'm-" You cry out loudly as she thrusts her fingers faster, rolling your hips against her hand, taking her deeper within you.

“Shh, let go for me, darling. You're such a good girl.” The words tip you over the edge, and you clamp around Zelda's digits as she thrusts, squeezing your eyes shut as you buck and writhe beneath her, can feel her watching you, eyes fixed on your face as you moan her name over and over. As the pleasure ebbs away, leaving a pleasant ache in its wake, your cunt spasms delightfully around her fingers, and Zelda hums, curling them there a last time before gently pulling them from you.

As you lay there spent and panting, you open your eyes to look at the redhead, and she is smiling at you affectionately, taking in the rise and fall of your chest, the euphoric haze in your eyes, the smirk curling at your lips. You look relaxed, spread there naked for her in post coital bliss, no longer caring about the exposure, letting her eyes rove your body. You watch intently as she brings her fingers to her lips and licks them clean, eyes darkening all over again.

“You taste as delicious as you look.” Zelda grins, and you giggle, biting your lip.

“Perhaps I can return the favour, if you're willing to guide me through that too.”

“Of course, darling. I would most enjoy your fingers inside of me.”

You swallow a moan at her words, pulling her to lay on the bed and crawling on top of her. You pin her wrists above her head, and Zelda squeaks in surprise, laughing and looking up at you with amusement.

“Although it seems you might do just fine.” You glide your hands down her arms, and Zelda leaves them there as they find her breasts, pinch at her nipples through her nightdress. She arches her back and gasps, pleasantly surprised at your eagerness. “Yes, I have no concerns for your abilities at all, now hurry up and strip me.”