warnings ✩° : smut, superiority kink, over stimulation, fem oral!receiving, fem fingering!receiving, praise, sadism, loss of virginity!reader, food imagery used to describe certain parts, use of the nickname darling.
pairing ✩° : kano mira x fem!reader
premise ✩° : as her faithful and loyal right hand, mira suggests she rewards you with a picnic complete with small little treats and cakes. she loves the taste of each and every single one of them, including her most precious indulgence.
word count ✩° : 4.2k
As the Queen of Hearts' right hand assistant, you've been with Mira Kano for the entirety of your time in the Borderlands. At first, a ruthless mastermind was all she was to you, but over time it became increasingly easier to see that she truly was perfect in anyway. She was pure insanity and pure righteousness, and you admired every aspect of her.
"You called for me, your majesty?" You say meekly, holding your arms close to your chest and standing tall beside her. At a specific hour of every day, you look forward to seeing Mira outside in her rose garden, each flower and bud delicately cared for by you, as she nibbles on light confectioneries and sips from meticulously steeped red rose petals—the same ones you had grown. Mira savors her time there and no one is allowed to even step foot in her sacred garden without her approval, so it came as a surprise to you that she called for you specifically.
You don't like to brag, but both you and the few other assistants knew that without you, the Red Queen would lose her head. She enjoyed the calculated schedule you prepared for her every day, especially her garden tea times because that's when she would be able to truly relax.
Despite being called and arriving earlier to avoid her majesty's wrath, Mira doesn't look your way until she takes a sip from her tea. Carefully, you watch her rose tinted lips press against the fine porcelain, not even bothering to blow on the piping hot liquid as it fills her throat smoothly.
"Y/n." Mira says finally, after putting down the teacup, "There you are."
You nod, tightly adjusting the white button up uniform Mira makes all of her staff wear, "You still have an hour left to enjoy your tea, your majesty. Is the brew too cold? I could make a fresh pot if that's what her majesty wants."
Mira raises her perfectly gloved hand to you, signaling for you to stop talking. You obey quickly and bow your head.
"Y/n. Do you know why I've asked you to come to me in the middle of my time in my wonderful garden?" Mira grins, "The tea is perfect as always, and so are the desserts. Have you ever taken pity on me for doing all of this, alone?"
You lift your head and shake in disagreement, "No, your majesty. Never."
"Well," She coos, "I take pity on myself. All of this, and no one to share it with. Which is why I want you to join me." Mira takes her pinky and swipes it along the surface of one of the small strawberry shortcakes on the confectionery display to the left of her. The icing kisses the thin, velvet material that squeezes her fingers taught and you watch as she slowly glides the gentle whipped sweetness on her tongue.
"You should try some." Mira leans forward eagerly with her thin, ebony eyebrows raised, licking her lips clean, "It's just how I like it."
"Oh! Oh no I couldn't possibly! Your majesty this is your time, I wouldn't even think of intruding."
"It is everything but an intrusion, Y/n." Mira tugs off her glove and rests it next to her, revealing her pale fingers as well as her red nail polished manicure. She must've gotten them done a few days ago given the pristine state of them. There were many occasions in the past where you've stayed awake dreaming of the day Mira would ever think about touching you with her hands, tapping your face with her palms and placing her mouth on yours. Such dreams remained in your head, however, because surely, the time would never come.
