Link x Reader Lemons

Shower.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIS-"
"(Y/N) are you okay!?"

---15 minutes earlier---

I was finally sleeping over my boyfriend Link's house. We have been dating for a few months, but we've been trying to take things slow.

As I'm taking a shower, I blush as I think about how many times Link had been in here, wearing nothing but his... well, nothing. I shake my head and try not to think about it... we've just started dating! He's probably never thought of those things concerning me yet. As I try and push those dirty thoughts out of my mind, I start rinsing my shampoo out of my hair. With my eyes closed, I start to think about what me and Link would do tonight. Would we catch fireflies? Would we cook dinner together? Would we....
....
....
NO! I need to stop thinking of these things. I can feel steam rising off of my face as I attempt to push those thoughts out of my mind. I know that Link appreciates my looks, but he's never seen me without clothing. I'm too afraid to let him down... he probably has standards that I'll end up falling below after he sees me.

As the conditioner in my hair sets in, I reach for my soap. As I rub my body all over, I look at myself. My (small/average/large) breasts aren't as great as other girls. My hips could be better. I twist my body to look at my behind. Yeah, I could have a better ass. As much as I want to see Link, I don't want him to see me. I'd be a let down.

I go to put my soap back in my bag of toiletries that I brought from home.
Wait.
...Wait.

......OH MY GOD I USED LINKS SOAP. I USED

LINKS

FUCKING

SOAP

THAT HE'S USED TO CLEAN HIMSELF WITH.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I-"

BOOM.

WE'VE BEEN BOMBED-

(just kidding.)

I look up at the bathroom ceiling, seeing white spots from the pain sprouting in the back of my head.
"Ouch..."
I suddenly hear footsteps hurriedly racing to the room I was currently in.
"(Y/N), are you okay?!"
I hear Link outside the door. I can almost feel his worried-ness from here.
"I'm okay, I just fell."
"Do you need any help?!"
"No, I'm good- OW!!" I wince as I try to get up. My head doesn't feel great after that fall...
"You don't sound like it! Do you need any help?"
I'm about to scream 'IM FINE' but Link has already opened the door.
"Is it okay if I turn off the faucet?"
"Yeah, I think I'm done showering for now..."
"How did you fall?"
"I dunno. Just fell."
I can practically see him roll his eyes through the curtain.
"Do you need help getting up?"
"No, I've got it," I say as I try and sit up. My voice betrays me though, as it unmistakably wavers.
"No, you don't. Is it okay, if I uh, h-help you?"
I shut my eyes, and I weigh my options.
Either I could let him see my sorry excuse for a body, or I could sit here and die.
You know what? Option B sounds fucking great.
"Nah, I'll just sit here and die."
"WHAT?!?!" In his overwhelming concern, he whips open the shower curtain and while doing so, freezes as he sees me.
I'm still in the position I was when I fell. My legs are spread open with my knees bent, and one of my arms are trapped behind my head.
Link's face is beyond red and he slowly covers his eyes (but it looks like he doesn't want to).
Both of us sit there for a good solid thirty seconds until I try and get up on my own, which doesn't end up working.
"I'm sorry."
His eyebrows furrow behind his hand.
"For what?"
"I'm ugly."
I can see him stop breathing for a second and he takes his hand off of his eyes. He looks at my face and says something that makes me cry.
"You're fucking beautiful."
I look at him, and I can tell he means it. Without thinking about what I look like in the moment, I yank his face down to mine and capture his lips with mine. He freezes out of surprise for a second, but soon kisses back. We stay like this for a few minutes until he pulls away.
"You're beautiful." He shyly looks at my body and continues, "You look beyond amazing, and I never could have imagined how beautiful you look."
Cue my crying.
"Are you okay?? Does anything hurt?"
I shake my head. "I always thought you would be disappointed when you saw me."
He looks at me like I'm beyond stupid.
"What?"
"You're beautiful."
I smirk. "Am not."
He rolls his eyes and crouches, pulling my face to his. He kisses me and between each kiss, he manages to say "Yes. You. Are."
Suddenly, his face becomes red, and I can tell he wants to say something.
"Do you think I could.... sh... ou....?"
I furrow my brows and look at him.
"I have no idea what you just said."
He sighs and looks at me straight in the eye.
"Can I show you how beautiful you are?"
My heart stops. I stutter, and barely manage to get out the word "yes".
He leans down and kisses me, and picks me up with his strong arms. He holds me close, bridal style, as his lips slowly move against mine. He swings the door with his foot and he makes his way into his bedroom. He gently sets me onto his bed, and breaks the kiss.