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20. “Breathe through your nose.”

With our favourite horticulturalist, Gardener Din. ♡

Of course, Flora. I'm borrowing your cottagecore vibes for the setting here.

Gardener!Din x f!reader. Din teaches you how to go down on him. He's very gentle about it.

He found you under the tree, your tree, reading in the late afternoon shade of the protective tent. You were both hidden from view, and he didn't try to stop you when you started unbuttoning his pants.

"Are you sure, sweetheart? You don't have to."

You're on your knees, cushioned by the small pillows. You look up at him with wanting eyes. "I'm sure. You promised I could...do it to you some time. I like it when you put your mouth on me, Din. Teach me?"

Something in Din breaks and it takes everything for him not to push you on your back and bury his face in your cunt. But he wants this just as much as you do.

You help push his pants down and he springs free, half-hard. His hand grips his cock and gives it a few squeezes and strokes, coaxing his arousal. You can't look away from how large he looks in his wide hand, and you wet your lips as he quickly stiffens.

Next thing you know, Din is telling you to open up and take what you can in your hot mouth, and shivers when you start bobbing on him without any instruction. You're so eager that you go too fast at first, choking a bit. He pulls you off, his hand resting on your cheek.

"No, sweetheart. Don't hurt yourself. Slowly, so I can feel your tongue. Yes, just like that. Oh my...yes. That feels so good. Now take your other hand and hold me like that. You've got it. Yes, it feels so good when you suck on me. Just a little more, now. You can do it."

Din tries to warn you when he knows that he's getting closer, but he's so overcome by how you're looking up at him - mouth stretched wide around his cock - that he loses the ability to think. His balls pull up tight and he's coming in your mouth.

Your eyes go wide and he frantically tries to guide you off of him, but you stay latched on to his cock and try to drink him down. His cum fills your mouth and you start to cough a bit, lungs burning for air. But you want this. You want everything he can give you.

"B-breathe, sweetheart. Breathe through your nose. L-like that. Good girl. Oh god," Din moans out, finally pushing you off when as he softens in your mouth.

You wipe your lips from where a mixture of saliva and his spend has dribbled down. You watch as he tucks himself back in his pants as he pulls them up, eyes still wide and wild. "Did I do alright?"

Din looks at you with disbelief. "Did you...did you do alright? Oh sweetheart, come here," he says, helping you stand and catching you when you falter a bit from being on your knees for so long. "You were perfect."

You want to kiss him, but don't know if people do that sort of thing. Din answers your unspoken question by crashing his lips against yours. You moan into his mouth, suddenly very aware of how wet you feel between your legs.

"Do you have some time still?" he asks, with a softness you can't quite place.

You nod, biting your lip as he lets his hands trail down your stomach.

"Good. I think I need to return the favor."