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you hear the knock and it pulls you out of the half-focused haze of cleaning up after dinner. your son’s upstairs, sleeping after a long day. you wipe your hands on the towel hanging off the oven handle and head to the door, not really thinking much of it. probably a package or one of the neighbors.

but when you pull it open, it’s baran. standing there under the porch light with your kid’s school bag dangling from her fingers.

“he forgot this,” she says, voice steady and low. she holds the bag up a little, letting it swing once. “after i dropped him off earlier. figured you’d be dealing with the meltdown tomorrow morning if he didn’t have it.”

you don’t say anything right away. just step back and let her come in because what else are you gonna do, leave her on the doorstep? probably should have. she brushes past, close enough that her sleeve catches yours for a second, and you catch her familiar smell - her shampoo, something simple and clean that always lingered on the pillows before. she sets the bag on the little bench by the door, adjusting it so it doesn’t fall over, then straightens up and glances around like she’s checking if anything’s changed since last time.

“thanks,” you manage, crossing your arms over your chest. the door clicks shut behind her and suddenly the entryway feels smaller. “he said you guys went to that thing after school. didn’t realize he left half his stuff.”

baran shrugs, tucking her hands into her jacket pockets. her mouth twitch a little, not quite a smile but close. “kids. he’s been in his own world lately. he’s growing so fast.” she nods toward the living room. “you mind if i sit for a minute? it’s been a long drive.”

you hesitate, she doesn’t even live that far, but sure. you still nod. “yeah, sure.” you lead the way even though she knows the house better than anyone. the couch dips when she drops onto it, hands neatly folded in her lap. you perch on the armchair across from her, not quite ready to get too comfortable. “water? or something else?”

“water’s fine.” she watches you head to the kitchen, her eyes following, almost like she’s studying you and not really trying to hide it either. when you come back with the glass, she takes it and her fingers brush yours on purpose, lingering just long enough. “you look good. a little tired around the eyes maybe, but good.”

you snort and sit back down, pulling your legs up under you. “flattery now? after months of radio silence except for pickup schedules?”

she takes a sip, sets the glass on the coffee table carefully, like she doesn’t want to leave rings. “not flattery. just saying it.” her tone’s casual but there’s an edge underneath, like she’s thinking three steps ahead. “how’s he been with the math homework? you texted last week he was ready to throw the book out the window.”

you laugh a little despite yourself, relaxing into the chair. “yeah, he’s been fighting it. i tried helping but i swear the way they teach it now is different from when we were in school. he gets frustrated and shuts down. you know how he is.” you shrug one shoulder.

baran nods, listening like she actually cares. she always do that, always so focused. “he’s stubborn. gets it from both of us probably. maybe i can go over some stuff with him next time.” she pauses, eyes flicking to your face. “unless you want me to stay out of it. i don’t want to step on toes.”

“no, it’s fine,” you say, waving it off. “he likes when you help. asks about you sometimes, you know. still asks why you don’t live here anymore.” the words slip out heavier than you meant and you see her expression shift, something softer crossing her features before she covers it.

she leans forward a bit, elbows on her knees. “i’ve been thinking about that. a lot, actually.” her voice drops. “dropping him off, picking him up… i still see him every weekend but it’s not enough. this back and forth. i miss the everyday stuff. dinners where he’s arguing about vegetables. you scolding both of us when i let him get away with not eating his greens. i’m sorry my job keeps me so busy.”

you feel the pull in your chest, a familiar ache. “baran, we did the whole ‘let’s try to be friends for him’ thing.” you say, exaggerating it with your hands. “it didn’t exactly work out so well.” you say softer.

“i know.” she doesn’t push, just sits there watching you, patient as ever. her fingers scratch at her forearm, a small nervous habit you remember. “doesn’t mean i stopped missing it. missing you. being a family.” the last part comes out quieter, almost like she’s testing the water.

the room feels warmer suddenly. you stand up to grab a snack from the kitchen just to move, and she follows without asking, leaning against the counter while you pull out some chips. “want some?” you offer the bag.

she takes exactly one, crunching thoughtfully. “you finally stopped buying the cheap ones? they’re bad for you.”

“i know. you’ve told me plenty of times.” you lean on the opposite counter, facing her. the space between you isn’t much. “so what, you just happened to be in the neighborhood with his bag?”

baran chuckles, dry and low. “something like that. maybe i just wanted our son to have his bag for school. or maybe i wanted to see you. talk without the handoff rush.”

she pops another chip in her mouth, chewing slow, the crunch loud in the quiet kitchen. she tilts her head a little, like she’s thinking it over, hesitating for a beat longer than usual before the words come out. “you seeing anyone?”

the question lands blunt, straight to the point like she always is, but it still catches you off guard enough that you pause mid-reach for your water glass. you raise an eyebrow, leaning back against the counter. “that’s none of your business anymore, is it?”

“probably not,” she admits, but her eyes don’t leave yours, sparkly and steady, a focused look that makes it hard to look away. she sets the chip bag down, wiping her fingers on her jeans. “doesn’t stop me from wondering though. you’re bad at picking people who deserve you.”

you can tell she’s not over it. the way her jaw tightens just a fraction, the small shift in her posture. she heard about that one hookup from a mutual friend, probably weeks ago, and it’s clearly been sitting there under her skin. jealous in a subtle way.

you scoff and roll your eyes, but there’s a small smile tugging at your lips anyway. you lightly shove her shoulder, your palm brushing the soft fabric of her sweater. “oh fuck off. i can take care of myself, you know.”

her hand catches your wrist before you can pull back fully, warm and steady, fingers wrapping easy around it. her thumb presses right against your pulse point, feeling the way it jumps under her touch. she doesn’t squeeze, just holds it there for a few seconds, like she’s grounding herself or maybe reminding you both of how easy this still feels. “didn’t say you couldn’t, i know you’re a big girl.” she says, voice low and dry, a hint of that smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. “you deserve better than some half-assed rebound who doesn’t even know how you like… certain things.”

you snort, trying to ignore the way her thumb is still there, slow and deliberate, sending little sparks up your arm. “and what, you think you’re the expert on what i deserve? after everything?” you tug your wrist free but not hard, letting your fingers brush hers as you do. the kitchen feels smaller now, the space between you charged again.

baran shrugs, popping one more chip in her mouth but chewing slower this time, eyes still on you. “i do know better than other people, that’s just a fact. i pay attention.” she leans against the counter opposite you, casual but close enough that her knee bumps yours lightly. “so? was it worth it at least? or should i be glad it wasn’t that great?”

you shake your head, laughing under your breath. “it was whatever, nothing serious. just… filling time.” you meet her gaze, the tension thickening again. “happy now?”

she doesn’t answer right away, just watches you with patient attentiveness. her fingers flex where they rest on the counter, like she wants to reach out again but holds back. “not really,” she says finally, honest and quiet. “but i’ll take it.”

the air hangs there for a moment, heavy with everything unsaid, before she straightens up a little, changing the subject but not really letting it drop either.

you end up back on the couch eventually, talking about nothing heavy at first. how your son’s obsessed with some new video game, the way the neighbor’s dog keeps digging up your flowers, stupid stuff that fills the space.

baran tells this short story about getting lost on a walk the other day because she was distracted thinking about work, but she catches herself and shifts to something lighter, complaining about traffic instead. her laugh slips out when you tease her about directions, a quiet sound that always hit you right in the gut.

“remember when we took him to that park and he refused to leave until he found the ‘perfect stick’?” she asks, stretching her legs out so her foot bumps yours accidentally-on-purpose.

“yeah, and you spent twenty minutes helping him look like it was a serious mission.” you smile despite the tension coiling low in your stomach. “you’re both ridiculous.”

she turns her head toward you on the couch, closer now. “it made him happy.” her gaze drops to your mouth for a beat, then back up. “i miss making you happy too.”

the words hang there. you don’t pull away when her hand rests on the cushion between you, fingers brushing your thigh lightly. she doesn’t push for more, just sits there with you, talking in that calm way of hers, attentive to every shift in your expression. it gets easier, she mocks the way you organized the bookshelf last time she was over, calling it “controlled chaos.”

you fire back about her habit of rearranging the fridge by expiration date, and she grins. “efficiency isn’t a crime, that’s what made us work.”

you look up at her and huff a small laugh, then back down at your hands. “right.”

an hour slips by. the conversation dips and flows, kid stuff mixing with old memories and careful questions about how you’ve both been. she stays, doesn’t make a move to leave even when the clock ticks later. the tension simmers underneath every glance, every accidental touch, building slow and thick.

baran’s knee presses warm against yours through her jeans, her hand sliding over bold and sure to rest on your thigh, thumb rubbing these slow, lazy circles that make your skin prickle under the fabric of your pants. her eyes stay locked on you, steady and dark, patient focus like she’s just waiting for you to catch up to whatever she decided an hour ago when she showed up at the door.

you feel the shift in the air, thick and heavy, and your stomach does a nervous flip. you swallow hard, not pulling away but not fully leaning in either. “we probably shouldn’t,” you say, voice low. “it’ll just complicate everything again. and if our son finds out, it’ll mess with his head even more, having us back and forth like this. we said we were done with this part.”

she doesn’t pull her hand back. instead her thumb keeps moving, slow and soothing, like she’s trying to ease the worry right out of you. she huffs this soft laugh. “hey, i know,” she murmurs, voice calm and low, the kind that always made you feel like things could be simple if you just let her handle it.

“i’m not trying to mess anything up for him. or for you. this doesn’t have to mean anything. just… tonight. one time. we both miss it. i miss feeling you like this, close.”

you hesitate, breath catching as her fingers press a little firmer into your thigh, not pushing but reminding you she’s right there. “baran… it’s never just one time with us. you know that.”

“maybe,” she says, tilting her head. a dry little smirk tugging at her mouth but her eyes staying soft, reassuring. “but we’re adults. we can handle one night without turning it into a whole situation. it’s no pressure, really. just us, blowing off some steam. thought it’d be nice… you’re wound so tight lately, i can see it. no one can really make you feel the way i do. let me help with that. one time. i promise.”

her hand slides up your thigh a little higher, thumb still circling, and she leans in enough that her lips ghost yours when she talks. “i’ve been thinking about you every night the past couple months, azizam. just wanna make you feel good again. that’s all.”

you bite your lip, the pull in your chest mixing with the heat low in your belly. months of keeping distance, of polite texts and quick goodbyes at drop-offs, and now she’s here, solid and warm and saying all the right things in her stupid steady voice. “you swear it won’t make things weirder?”

she nods, fingers threading into your hair at the back of your neck, gentle but sure. “i swear. no strings, no drama. let me take care of you for a bit, baby.” her eyes flick down to your mouth, then back up, patient as ever. “unless you really want me to stop. say the word and i will.” she offers a soft smile, when you don’t respond she sighs, clasps her hands together with a small chuckle. “at least let me say goodnight to the little man.”

before she can get any further you close the distance, surprising her. the kiss starts firm but it deepens fast when you open up for her. her tongue slides against yours, warm and familiar, and she makes this low sound in her throat that vibrates through you. her hand at your neck holds you right there, not rough but enough to keep you close, like she’s scared you’ll change your mind.

you kiss her back hard, all those months of nothing pouring out in the way your teeth catch her bottom lip, the way your hands fist in her sweater. she groans softly, shifting so she’s half pulling you into her lap on the couch, her other hand sliding under your shirt to press warm against your back. the circles her thumb was drawing turn into broader strokes, mapping your skin like she’s memorizing it all over again.

“that’s it,” she breathes between kisses, lips brushing yours. “you give in so easily with me.” she grins against your jaw, nipping lightly, then lower to your neck, sucking a mark that makes your breath hitch. you can feel her heartbeat against you, steady but faster now, her body heat bleeding through her clothes as she holds you tighter.

“missed how you feel,” she murmurs when you finally pull back for air, forehead resting against yours, her breath coming a little uneven now. her voice is lower, rougher around the edges like it’s taking effort to keep it steady. “missed touching you. the way you fit right against me.”

you nod, breathing shaky and quick, heart hammering so loud you’re sure she can hear it. instead of answering you just pull her back in, kissing her harder, deeper, like you’re trying to make up for every single night you spent apart. your hands push at her jacket, shoving it off her shoulders until it drops to the floor with a soft thud.

she helps you yank the sweater up and over her head in one quick motion, no bra underneath, and then her breasts are right there, full and soft and warm, nipples already tight and dark from how turned on she is.

you don’t even think about it. your palms slide over them, squeezing the weight of her, thumbs brushing back and forth over her nipples until they pebble harder under your touch. baran arches up into your hands with a sharp inhale, her hips twitching under you, her thick cock pressing insistently against your thigh through her jeans. she lets out this low, broken sound in the back of her throat, not quite a groan but close, like she’s cracking just a little more.

she swears in farsi, eyes half-lidded as she watches your hands on her. “you still drive me fucking crazy.” her own fingers dig into your hips, pulling you down harder against her lap, grinding up slow so you can feel exactly how hard she is for you. the friction makes heat pool low in your belly, slick and needy already.

she leans in again, mouth hot on your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin there while her hands slide under your shirt, palms broad and warm as they map up your back. “upstairs,” she says into your ear, nipping at the sensitive spot right under your ear, voice rougher than before. “before we don’t make it that far and i end up fucking you on the couch.”

you laugh quietly into her neck, the sound a little breathless, but your hands keep roaming over her bare chest, pinching one nipple lightly just to hear the way her breath catches. “smart… come on.”

she stands up, pulling you with her, hands firm and steady on your hips the whole time like she doesn’t want to risk losing contact. you stumble once on the way to the stairs because you’re too busy kissing along her neck, teeth grazing her skin, and she catches you easy with an arm around your waist. her dry little chuckle slips out, even now when she’s clearly fighting to stay in control.

you quickly grab her hand to pull her the rest of the way up. she follows close behind, fingers laced with yours, thumb still stroking over your skin like she can’t stop touching you.

in the bedroom she shuts the door soft behind you, the click of the lock sounding way too loud in the quiet house. then she’s on you again, backing you toward the bed with deliberate steps, hands sliding down to grip your ass and pull you flush against her. her cock rock hard between you, and she kisses you desperately, tongue sliding deep like she’s starving for it. her breasts brush against your chest with every movement, nipples dragging, and she makes this low, needy sound when you reach down and palm her through her jeans.

“been thinking about this for months,” she admits between kisses, “you have no idea.” voice cracking just a fraction as she backs you until your knees hit the edge of the mattress. “every night. just you. it’s always only you, baby.” her hands are everywhere, tugging at your shirt, sliding under it to feel bare skin, patient but clearly hanging on by a thread.

she peels your shirt off with careful hands, letting her fingertips drag along your skin as she goes. her mouth follows right after, kissing wet and open down your neck, pausing to suck a mark right at the base of your throat that makes you shiver hard, a little gasp slipping out before you can catch it. her hands map your sides, thumbs pressing firm into the dip of your waist like she’s claiming the space again, then sliding higher, palms cupping under your breasts as she breathes against your collarbone.

“you’re so soft,” she mutters, voice low and rough, lips brushing your skin with every word. “missed every inch of you.”

you shove her jeans down her hips, impatient now, and palm her cock through her underwear. it’s thick and hot, already leaking enough to leave a wet spot against the fabric. she hisses through her teeth, hips pushing forward into your hand like she can’t help it.

“been too long… haven’t even been with anyone else,” she admits quietly, almost under her breath, kicking the rest of her clothes off in a hurry. her cock springs up heavy, curving toward her stomach, flushed dark at the tip and already glistening. her chest rise and fall faster with each breath.

you pause for a second, letting her words sink in, then let out a soft, breathless laugh. “oh, so that’s what you’re going with? trying to make me feel guilty because i actually went out and had a shitty hookup while you were being all noble and waiting?”

baran huffs a laugh too, but there’s this edge to it. she climbs onto the bed and helps you lay down comfortably, one hand supporting your back as she guides you onto the pillows, making sure your head is settled just right before she settles between your thighs. her touch is careful even now, thumbs brushing along your sides like she’s making sure you’re okay, like she still can’t help taking care of you.

“not trying to make you feel guilty,” she murmurs, leaning down so her breasts brush against yours as she hovers over you. “just saying… nobody else feels right. nobody else is you.” her cock presses hot and heavy against your inner thigh as she grinds slow and deliberate, letting you feel every inch of her, thick and throbbing.

you reach up and tug her closer by the back of her neck, grinning even as your heart races. “yeah? poor baran, so lonely while i was putting myself out there.” you tease, mock pouting but your voice is shaky with want as her hips roll against you again.

she leans down and smiles against your mouth, a small, knowing smirk that always gets you. “keep talking shit and i’ll remind you exactly why nobody else measures up.” then she kisses you deep, tongues lazy and messy, tasting and teasing like she really is trying to memorize every second of how you kiss back.

her fingers slide down between your bodies, teasing along your slit, spreading the slickness before circling your clit with just the right pressure. steady, focused, exactly like she always was. “you’re so wet already,” she says against your mouth, voice steady but cracking at the edges with how bad she wants this. “this all for me?”

“yeah,” you whisper, rocking your hips up into her hand. “all for you. only you.”

she chuckles low, but it’s breathless. “still got the effect on you,” she whispers, almost to herself. one finger push inside you, curling just right, and you moan softly, clenching around it as you rock down. she adds a second after a minute, then a third, stretching you slow and patient, thumb never stopping its tight circles on your clit. your thighs start to shake and she notices immediately, a small satisfied smirk flashing across her face even as her own hips twitch against your leg.

you reach down and wrap your hand around her cock, gripping the base and sliding up, twisting your wrist over the head where she’s slick and leaking. “you’re so hard,” you whisper, thumbing over the tip, spreading the wetness. “god, baran.”

she groans, burying her face in your neck, hips fucking shallow into your fist. her breath is hot against your skin, coming faster now. “want inside you so bad,” she says, nipping at your ear, voice rough. “been dreaming about you- your body for months. nothing else feels right, baby. you have no idea.”

“fuck me then,” you breathe, squeezing her a little tighter just to hear the way her breath stutters.

she pulls her fingers out slow, making you whine at the loss, then lines up. the head of her cock presses against your entrance and she pushes in inch by inch, stretching you wide around her thickness. the burn is so good, full and deep, and when she bottoms out you both just stay there, foreheads pressed together, breathing hard.

her breasts press soft and warm against yours, nipples dragging with every tiny shift. you feel every inch of her inside, hot and throbbing, and the solid weight of her body on top of you after all this time makes something tight in your chest loosen and ache at the same time.

“fuck,” she groans, staying perfectly still for a long moment, like she’s savoring it. “you feel… perfect. so tight around me, baby.”

she starts moving, deep steady rolls of her hips that grind right where you need it. not rushing it, just thorough, skin slapping quiet and wet with every thrust. you wrap your legs around her waist, heels digging into her ass to pull her deeper. “right there, oh fuck,” you gasp when she hits your spot perfectly, nails digging into her shoulders.

“yeah? like that?” she asks, voice strained but still so focused. she adjusts her angle without missing a beat, fucking you a little deeper, a little harder. one hand braces by your head, the other reaches between you to rub your clit in those tight, precise circles she knows drive you crazy. sweat starts slicking your skin where your bodies press together, her hair falling messy around her face as she leans down to kiss you again.

“harder,” you tell her, rocking up to meet every thrust. “i need more.”

she gives it to you, hips snapping forward with more force, but still controlled, like she’s holding back just enough to make it last. “like this?” she pants, seeking approval while grinding deep on every stroke. “tell me how it feels.”

“so good,” you moan, clenching around her. “missed your cock so much, baby. f-fuck-“

baran makes this low, wrecked sound and buries her face in your neck again, sucking another mark as she keeps her steady, mind-melting rhythm. the room fills with the wet, obscene sounds of her sliding in and out of you, your shared breathing, the creak of the bed.

she’s cracking more at the edges now, thrusts getting just a little less precise, but still so attentive, still watching every reaction on your face like she needs to know exactly what you’re feeling.

you flip her after a while, pushing at her shoulders until she rolls onto her back with this surprised but pleased little huff. you swing a leg over, straddling her hips, and she helps steady you with both hands on your thighs, thumbs stroking the skin there like she needs the contact.

you sink down slow onto her cock, inch by inch, the stretch even better from this angle. fuller. deeper. you feel every thick ridge as she fills you up again, your walls fluttering around her until your ass meets her hips and she’s buried to the hilt, making her shakily exhale.

“fuck,” you both breathe out at the same time.

you grind in slow circles at first, hands braced on her chest, fingers teasing her nipples, rolling them between your thumbs and forefingers. baran’s grip tightens on your hips, not forcing you, just holding on like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she lets go. her eyes are half-shut, heavy-lidded, but she’s watching every movement you make, drinking it in.

“you’re so beautiful,” she murmurs, voice rough and low. one hand slides up your body to cup your breast, pinching the nipple just hard enough to make you moan. “you look so good like this.”

instead of answering right away you lean down, pressing your chest flush to hers, and she immediately wraps her arms around your back, pulling you in tight. skin to skin, breasts squished together, her heartbeat hammering against yours. she keeps you there, close as possible, one hand splayed wide between your shoulder blades while the other grips your ass, encouraging the slow grind.

you stay like that for a long moment, just rocking on her cock, feeling it throb deep inside you while your mouths hover close, sharing breath. “i missed you too, you know,” you whisper against her lips. “missed how you hold me.”

baran makes a quiet, wrecked sound and kisses you, deep and sloppy, tongue sliding against yours as her arms squeeze tighter around your body. like she’s trying to pull you inside her chest. her hips roll up gently, meeting your movements, keeping that full, grinding pressure right where it feels best. sweat is starting to slick between your bodies, making everything slide hotter, easier.

the pace builds gradually. you start bouncing harder, lifting up until just the head of her cock catches at your entrance before sinking back down, taking her deep again and again. the bed creaks under you in a steady rhythm, sheets twisting around your legs and tangling between your feet.

her cock drags perfect inside you every time, hitting that spot that makes sparks shoot up your spine. one of her hands stays glued to your back, keeping your upper bodies pressed together while the other slips between you to rub your clit.

“that’s it. you’re doing so good,” she pants against your mouth, not letting you pull away more than an inch. “stay close.” her voice is strained, cracking at the edges, that usual calm fracturing the longer you ride her. you can feel her chest heaving against yours.

you kiss her again, tongues tangled as you grind down deep and roll your hips. “you’re so deep like this, baby,” you breathe, forehead pressed to hers. “making me feel so full.”

“yeah?” she whispers back, eyes locked on yours, dark and intense. her arm around your back flexes, holding you even tighter, hugging you while she fucks you. “just… fuck, you feel so good. thank you… for letting me have you. missed you so much, my love.” she says it so vulnerable, it almost sounds like she’d start crying.

you clench around her at the words, a soft whimper slipping out, and she softly moans, thrusting up harder to meet you. the closeness makes everything more intense, the heat of her skin, the way her breath fans across your face, the faint scent of her warm scent mixed with sweat.

she keeps you pulled in, bodies flush, barely any space between you as you ride her faster, the wet slap of skin filling the room.

her fingers on your clit never falter, steady and perfect, winding you tighter and tighter while her cock strokes deep with every roll of your hips. you bury your face in her neck, kissing and biting softly at her skin, and she turns her head to press her mouth to your temple, murmuring low words between shaky breaths.

“you’re still my girl… i love you, azizam.” she didn’t mean for it to slip out, but it’s almost like she couldn’t help herself.

months apart, and now she’s holding you like she never wants to let go again, cock buried inside you, bodies locked together in the messiest, most intimate way possible. you don’t want it to end either.

you switch again after a while, baran rolling you onto your back with this easy strength that still makes your stomach flip. she settles on top, sliding back inside you in one smooth, deep thrust that has your eyes rolling back. her long strokes are steady and deliberate, hitting deep every single time, dragging against that spot that makes your toes curl.

her mouth is everywhere, sucking fresh marks across your chest, tongue flicking over your nipples, biting down lightly on your shoulder like she needs to leave proof she was here.

“listen to how wet you are,” she whispers against your skin, voice rough but still so focused. “you’re perfect, no one will ever come close to you.”

the room is filled with the slick, filthy sound of her cock sliding in and out of you, your shaky gasps, her low groans that vibrate against your neck, skin slapping steadier and louder now. you’re both sweating, bodies sliding together hot and easy.

you’re right on the edge, thighs trembling around her hips, but she keeps the pace just right, deep and controlled. holding you there, drawing it out until you’re whining under her.

“baran,” you gasp, fingers tangled tight in her messy hair.

“i know, baby. i’ve got you,” she murmurs, forehead pressed to yours, breath mixing with yours. her thrusts get a little harder, a little faster, but still so precise, sweat dripping down her back under your scratching nails.

when you finally cum it hits you like a wave, crashing hard. you clench tight around her cock, a moan tearing out of you as your back arches off the bed, toes curling and doing your best to stay quiet with your son sleeping down the hall. she fucks you through it, steady and deep, grinding against your g-spot until you’re shaking and oversensitive, little aftershocks making you twitch around her.

“fuck, you feel incredible,” she groans, her voice cracking as her pace starts to lose that careful rhythm. “i’m so close-“

“wait,” you manage, still panting, hands sliding to her shoulders. “you can’t cum inside. please, baran.”

she slows just a little but doesn’t stop moving, looking down at you with this almost offended expression, trying to figure out your reasons with her big, chocolate eyes. her eyebrows furrowed like you just suggested something ridiculous. “why?” she asks, hips still rolling slow and deep, cock thick and throbbing inside you. “we used to do this all the time. what’s different now?”

you let out a breathless laugh, half from the pleasure still buzzing through you and half from how typical this is. “because we’re not married anymore. and we got caught up in the moment, a condom didn’t even cross my mind until right now. just… pull out, okay?”

baran huffs, but she nods, leaning down to kiss you slow. “fine. i won’t. i promise.” she says it steady, like she means it, but her arms wrap tighter around you, pulling your bodies flush again as she starts moving once more.

she fucks you harder now, chasing her own release, and you’re still so sensitive it feels overwhelming in the best way. her face is buried in your neck, breath hot and ragged. “you feel too good,” she mutters against your skin. “so warm and tight…”

her thrusts turn erratic, cock swelling inside you, and then she buries herself as deep as she can with a low, rough moan that vibrates through your whole body. she cums hard, hot and thick pulses flooding deep inside you, grinding slow and deliberate like she’s trying to push every drop as far in as it’ll go, wanting it to stick. she doesn’t pull out. not even close.

your eyes widen, a sharp gasp escaping as you feel the warmth spreading, her cock still twitching and pulsing deep. “baran-” you say, voice shaky, a mix of shock and thrill that makes your stomach tighten all over again. your hands push at her chest, nails digging in. “what the fuck?”

she doesn’t move away. just stays buried to the hilt, arms locked around you, breathing hard against your neck. “i know. i’m so sorry, baby.” she murmurs, but there’s no real apology in her tone. it’s rough, honest, a little wrecked. “it just… felt too good. came natural. i’ve cum inside you hundreds of times when we were married. why would it feel any different now?”

you scoff, pushing harder at her chest even as your body clenches around her again from the fullness. “because we’re not married anymore, baran. i trusted you. you literally just said you wouldn’t.”

she lifts her head enough to look at you. eyes hooded, dark and intense, her patient attentiveness still there even now. one hand strokes down your waist, soothing, while her hips give one more slow grind, pushing her cum deeper. “i know. but feeling you like this again… i couldn’t pull out. missed it too much.” she kisses your shoulder, soft and lingering, voice dropping quieter. “let me stay inside a little longer. please. just for a minute, you feel good.”

you stay connected, her warmth filling you, the sheets damp and tangled around your legs, the whole room smelling like sweat and sex and her familiar shampoo. your heart is still racing, body buzzing from the orgasm and the surprise of her breaking that promise so easily, but the way she’s holding you - close and careful, like she’s afraid to let even an inch of space come between you - makes it hard to stay mad.

months of distance, and now this messy, intimate wreck of a moment feels like everything rushing back at once. she presses another soft kiss to your neck, thumb rubbing slow circles on your hip, patient as ever even after she just got exactly what she wanted. she just needs to be more consistent from now on, more in your life. make sure you keep the baby. keep her.

[adieutristana]

motivation; trinity santos x fem!reader

❥・summary; trinity's behind on her charting, again. she's been pent-up, swearing that you can help her focus. you've decided to make her work for it.

❥・tags/warnings; porn w very little plot, sub!trinity, dom!r, strap-on use, strap-on referred to as 'dick' and 'cock,' cockwarming, sort of brat!trinity, slight degredation, rough sex at end.

❥・wc; 1.3k

hello party people.. i'm gonna be officially taking requests for the pitt ladies 😛 please make sure to read my rules before sending in a request. i ofc will continue writing for arcane, this is just me broadening my horizons! <3

minors dni.

dr. al-hashimi has been breathing down trinity’s neck for the past few shifts, hanging the threat of a repeated resident year over her head. not much scares the woman. not death, not blood, not the other various fluids that come from patients, not even patient aggression. what does scare trinity, though, is the thought of her career ending before it’s truly started.

for all of the sleepless nights and doubles in the ED amounting to nothing.

you’ve always believed in your girlfriend. she’s something of a genius, and more than capable of getting where she wants to be- she just needs to put her mind to it. she needs to catch up on the less-than-thrilling responsibilities she has, complain as she might. 

encouraging her with snacks worked for a while, until it didn’t. giving her stern (yet loving) speeches about her procrastination almost got through to her. almost. 

you love her more than anything. that being said, trinity is one of the most hard-headed women you’ve ever met.

“you- come on, you’re being mean,” trinity huffs, her fingers pausing on the keyboard.

for the past half hour, the woman has been sat on your lap, sweatpants pooled around her ankles with your thick strap buried deep inside her. you’re sitting back, hands at your sides, not giving her anything to cling to. 

trinity wanted to face you at the very least, but you stood your ground and told her that the only way she’d get anything from you is if she finished the damn charts.

“i’m not being mean,” you chuckle, tilting your head. trinity looks over her shoulder to glare at you, then lets out a dramatic grin as her fingers go back to typing. “i told you what i’d do, and you agreed.”

“i know, but you’re seriously being an asshole.”

you just shake your head, a little smirk tugging at your lips. though she might protest, you know trinity loves this- the chase, the feeling of her pussy stuffed full yet not being able to do anything about it.

twelve of twenty-one charts done. she’s so close to the finish line. she was able to knock out more in the hospital, though still had a sizable amount after a rush of patients from pittsburgh pride. several cases of alcohol poisoning, a few heatstrokes, and somebody fell off their motorcycle during the parade. she got through all of it, just had no time for the paperwork after.

with another clatter of keys and a sigh, trinity submits another one. thirteen done. she may have agreed to the conditions you laid out, but that doesn’t mean she’s happy about having to work for this.

“good job,” you murmur, a teasing lilt to your voice, and something akin to a whine escapes trinity’s throat. her hips shift, subconsciously, and the tip of your cock brushes her cervix just long enough to make her gasp.

and your fingers grab her hips, digging into plush skin, and immediately bring them to a halt.

“agh- seriously, what the fuck is your issue?” “shh,” you let go of the woman, leaning back again. “focus on your charts.”

the next half hour is full of trinity mumbling curses under her breath and rubbing her thighs together in a feeble attempt for any friction. her arousal is dripping down her inner thighs, soaking your lap, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t torturous for you as well.

watching trinity struggle, though, outweighs the negatives. 

stubborn little thing, as always. she won’t admit that she wants you to please her, most of the time, her pride winning over anything. but when you’ve got her knees bent up to her chest as you make out with her sloppy cunt or your fingers buried deep within her, the woman’s reactions tell you everything you need.

she tries to shift. tries to rock back just once, in hopes that you won’t notice. and every time, you stop her, grab her, tell her to “be patient.”

“i’ve been patient all fucking day, i just need to get off,” she grumbles, and you shake your head once again. trinity knows she’s fighting a losing battle.

you never knew she could get this desperate.

now, she’s on the last chart. one of your hands comes to rest on her ass, gently rubbing the soft skin as she shivers from the little slivers of relief you give her. 

so goddamn close. the last little details about treatment pre and post discharge, as well as the insurance plan going forward. she’s desperate by the time she finally presses ‘submit,’ and chokes out a guttural moan when you thrust your hips upward.

“fuck, that’s it-”

she slams her laptop shut and lets her hips swivel in messy little circles as your hands trail up to her waist, holding her tight as you piston into her again and again. she gasps high in her throat, lets out little ‘shit’s and ‘fuck’s as you finally give her the satisfaction she’s been craving.

the wait only made this more exhilarating. after being given scraps for so long, it feels like fucking heaven to finally be given what she needs.

you lean forward to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to the side of trinity’s neck, then lightly nip at the junction between her shoulder and neck. she groans, lets out obscene little noises that mix with the sloshing sounds from her cunt in a filthy medley.

laving over pale skin, your lips come to form a seal and lightly suckle, then soothe the blooming mark with your tongue. you do that once, then twice, and your eyes lock with trinity’s piercing blue gaze.

you pull back to slightly change the angle, which makes the woman cry out like the air’s been punched from her lungs. hair messy and sticking out every which way, kiss-swollen lips parted in ecstasy, sweat dripping down her back, ring of white cream forming round the strap, her pretty cunt stretched around your dick, she’s absolutely divine.

“there you go, filthy girl,” you groan. “this what you wanted?”

“yes- yes, yes, you know it is..”

you huff, feeling trinity’s hips lift and swivel as she pushes back on your cock. one of her hands covers the one on her waist. the tip hits that spot within her so many times she’s beginning to see stars. 

her tits are bouncing, the chair is creaking beneath you.

“ungh- shit! keep goin’, don’t- ah, you dare stop-”

you don’t. not for a second. 

her back arches impossibly, and her hips meet yours again and again until you’re sure she’s starting to burn up. your mouth goes dry looking at her. no one should be allowed to look this pretty.

trinity’s teeth sink into her lower lip and her brows knit together as she feels herself growing closer and closer, like an overwound clock. she just needs a little push.

“come on,” she near whines. “more, haaah-”

“greedy,” you roll your eyes, but your hand creeps between her thighs nonetheless. down a little trail of dark curls, fingers landing on her neglected clit and hearing her keen at your touch. “need me to do all the work for ya, huh? you can’t do it yourself?”

“shut up,” she grunts, climbing higher and higher toward her peak.

one more thrust, a few more strokes of your dextrous fingers, and trinity breaks. she’s finally granted the relief she so desperately craves as a scream of your name leaves her, her thighs trembling and her cunt gushing onto your dick- soaking your lap, sending warmth between your legs.

you give slow swivels to help her ride it out, and trinity groans. her jaw goes slack as she relaxes more and more, until she’s near slumped over the desk in front of you.

your lips catch hers from the side, trinity weakly kissing you back- lips chapped from a long days’ work, heavy breath mingling with yours. torture her as you might, you adore this woman with every fiber of your being.

“i don’t remember the last time i came that hard,” she breathes out. “but you’re never making me wait that long again.”

[mrsmckay]

ok what the actual fuck

[beefyboybutch]

“Lover”, “Baby boy”, “Handsome”, “Lover boy”, “sweet boy”, okay so there’s a tent in my boxers, now what?!?

[dirtyb1rdy]

good girl

part 1 here. part 2. dana's your neighbour 18+, age gap, strap, strap & strap <3

it’d been a week since dana stayed the night.

you tried not to overthink the reason you’d barely seen her since then, or why your texts were suddenly going unanswered. it wasn’t like you’d been blowing up her phone, but the two of you usually spoke far more than this. enough that the silence felt deliberate.

you tried not to wonder whether you’d pushed things too far, whether she’d gone along with it in the moment only to wake up regretting it later. whether she felt too awkward now to tell you outright.

it didn’t help that you never seemed to run into her anymore. she wasn’t in the hallway when she usually would be, her car was gone more often than not, and there’d been no mention of your weekly wine nights.

dana lived for those.

the tipsy window gossip sessions where you’d work through too much pinot and a packet of winstons while dissecting the lives of strangers across the street.

you tried not to overthink it. but you did.

⋆˚࿔

dana had been working insane shifts in the week after she spent the night.

not through unlucky scheduling or some coworker’s vendetta, but by her own request. anything to keep her mind occupied. anything to stop it wandering back to you.

she’d been waking up earlier than usual and leaving the parking lot before she thought you’d even had your morning coffee. it was ridiculous to be working doubles at her age and robby had said as much, but one thing he’d learned over the years was that arguing with dana evans rarely got anyone anywhere.

she saw your texts.

they’d pop up on her lock screen and she’d wince as though being taunted, swiping the notification away before she could think too hard about it.

she hadn’t meant to ignore you. hadn’t meant to avoid you, either.

then somehow she’d ended up doing both.

you thought she regretted sleeping with you.

the truth was, all of this had happened because she didn’t.

⋆˚࿔

the day you finally caught each other happened well after you’d both stopped trying.

after dana stopped timing her exits around yours and after you’d stopped running to the peephole every time you heard footsteps in the hallway.

she was balancing a paper grocery bag against her hip when you spotted her outside her apartment door. the thing looked moments away from giving up entirely, one corner already beginning to sag under the weight.

“here, let me"

you were on your way out to meet friends when you stepped in to save the day, rescuing the bag before its contents ended up scattered across the floor.

“thanks, hon"

she surrendered it without argument, fishing her keys from her pocket and unlocking the door.

it was what came after that felt awkward.

dana opened the apartment, then turned to take the groceries back from you. for a second she looked like she wanted to say something.

then she didn’t.

a whole week without speaking and suddenly neither of you knew where to start.

“so-"

“you look nice"

the words collided and silence followed.

you blinked at her.

“i look nice?”

it came out sharper than intended.

because really? over a week of what was, let’s face it, essentially being ghosted after the filthiest sex you'd had in a long time and that was what she led with?

“really?”

dana groaned immediately.

“i know. i'm sorry"

she rubbed a hand over her forehead before leaning back against the doorframe.

“i just wasn’t expecting to see you"

you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped.

“you weren’t expecting to see me?”

her eyes closed briefly.

“in the shared hallway" you continued, “of the building we both live in?”

when she finally looked at you again, there was something pleading in her expression. not annoyance. not anger. something closer to desperation.

like she was silently asking you not to make this harder than it already was.

“have i done something wrong?”

"god, no" the answer came so quickly it almost startled you. her brows lifted immediately. "none of this is you"

some of the tension eased from your shoulders. not all of it, but enough to stop your stomach tying itself into knots. you adjusted the strap of your bag.

“then why are you avoiding me?”

for a moment dana didn’t answer. she just looked tired, not physically. something deeper than that.

the uncertainty looked strange on her. this wasn’t the woman who shared cigarettes with you on the fire escape, or brought over leftovers because she’d cooked too much again. it wasn’t the woman who made sure you got home safe after a few drinks.

it definitely wasn’t the woman who sat naked in your bed, telling you to cum and praising you for doing so.

“look, i just-"

your phone rang. loud and insistent.

everyone at the bar had clearly decided you’d taken long enough.

“shit. sorry"

you scrambled to silence it, fumbling with your little black bag until the ringing finally stopped.

the hallway fell quiet again.

dana smiled. it was genuine, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“you should get going" you didn't want to. "we’ll talk soon, 'kay?”

you nodded. a little disappointed, a little relieved but mostly confused.

as she started closing the door, you turned towards the stairs.

cocktails and overpriced bar food suddenly seemed a lot less appealing than they had twenty minutes ago.

“you do look nice, though"

the comment followed you halfway down the stairwell. this time you smiled to yourself. you still didn’t turn around. only exhaled once you heard the door click shut behind her.

dana’s apartment stood quieter than usual.

she unpacked the groceries, half cursing herself as the last five minutes caught up to her.

“fuck, fuck, fuck"

the salad was shoved into the refrigerator drawer with more force than necessary. dana lingered there for a second, letting the coolness wash over her face and muttering a quiet what is wrong with you into the white shelves.

she shook her head and pushed two loose blonde strands behind her ear.

what a mess.

in dana’s defence, this was a fairly unique situation she’d found herself in.

the last three decades had mostly consisted of tv dinners, opposite schedules and far less romance than she’d have liked. motherhood had been wonderful and she wouldn’t have changed a thing about raising her girls, but there was also the reality that somewhere along the way she’d lost a bit of herself.

now her daughters were grown and independent. she was long divorced, settled into herself, finally at a point in life where she could spend her time however the fuck she wanted.

or at least, that had been the plan.

then she ran into you.

somewhere between the wine nights and easy companionship, you’d become exactly what dana didn’t realise she’d been missing. and that would’ve been manageable if it had stayed harmless.

instead she’d given in to the feelings, the need and the dirty thoughts. suddenly the guilt had followed close behind.

the thirty-year age gap loomed over everything, impossible to ignore whenever she let herself think too hard about it. some days she could convince herself it didn’t matter. other days she wondered if she’d been selfish, if she’d crossed some invisible line she should’ve known better than to approach.

you were, after all, younger than her eldest daughter.

⋆˚࿔

pittsburgh summers were full of sun.

you didn’t have a backyard living where you did, but luckily the front steps caught most of the afternoon light. it was your favourite place to spend a saturday, stretched out with a book in one hand and an iced coffee from the cafe across the street in the other.

you were halfway through chapter five and your second cold brew when dana appeared.

she lowered herself onto the step beside you with a quiet sigh, elbows resting on her knees.

“whatcha got there?”

you flashed her the cover.

dana nodded as though she recognised it, eyebrows lifting in approval.

you were almost certain she didn’t.

after the hallway encounter, you’d thought about knocking on her door more than once. she’d promised you’d talk soon.

but in the end, you’d decided against it. whatever was happening, pushing clearly wasn’t helping.

even if every instinct in your body was screaming to grab her by the shoulders and ask what the fuck was going on.

“have fun the other night?”

dana picked nervously at the skin around her thumb. at this point, you were amazed they weren't whittled to the bone.

all you could do was laugh.

“what?" a reluctant smile tugged at her lips. you took a sip through your straw.

“you hate small talk"

that earned a genuine laugh from her and for a moment she looked like herself again. then the smile faded and her gaze drifted back towards the street.

“guess i’m a little nervous"

you lowered your book.

“about what?”

the conversation felt strangely heavy for it's location. dana seemed to think so too, her eyes dropping to her feet before she finally looked up again, something vulnerable in her expression.

something that made your chest tighten.

“will you come in for a drink?”

⋆˚࿔

ten minutes later, it almost felt like nothing had changed.

you were perched on her kitchen counter while she poured two (large) glasses of wine. neither of you made much effort with conversation for a while. some silent agreement had settled between you that it was probably best to get through half a bottle before attempting anything serious.

a wise decision, really.

“come on then" you said eventually. “spill"

another sip.

“why’d you ghost me?”

maybe not that wise.

dana rolled her eyes immediately, the way she always did whenever you used a phrase she considered far too young for her.

leaning against the counter opposite you, she pointed vaguely with her glass.

“i didn’t ghost you"

“you ghosted me"

your legs swung idly against the cabinet doors. there was no point arguing with you. the wine only made you more stubborn.

“fine" one large gulp later and half her glass was gone. “i ghosted you"

“thank you"

“don’t sound so pleased with yourself"

“i’m not pleased. i’m annoyed"

that earned the smallest smile. it disappeared almost immediately.

“i’m sorry" the sincerity in her voice caught you off guard. "i lost my nerve, okay?”

you waited.

dana looked down into her wine as though the answer might be floating somewhere at the bottom.

“i’m nearly sixty" she said finally. “i’m divorced. i’m a grandma"

her gaze flickered towards you.

“and you’re…”

one hand gestured vaguely from your head to your toes.

“…you"

your brows furrowed. "what’s that supposed to mean?”

“it means none of this makes any fucking sense"

“what doesn’t?”

“this" she gestured between the two of you now, hands animated enough that you briefly worried for the safety of the wine glass. “there is no goddamn reason you should like me"

and there it was. not confusion. not regret. insecurity.

“fuck, dana-"

“no" her voice softened immediately. "please let me finish"

you nodded.

she took a breath. then another.

“i really fuckin like you"

the admission came so quietly you almost missed it.

dana laughed once, humourless.

“that’s what’s making this so hard.”

your expression softened. “why?”

she looked away. for a second, she seemed embarrassed by the answer and then it slipped out anyway.

“because you’re younger than my daughter"

finally, everything clicked into place. it wasn’t about the night you’d spent together. it wasn’t even really about the two of you. it was about all the things dana thought she should care about. the things she thought other people would care about.

“does that matter to you?”

you hopped down from the counter, closing the space between you before she could retreat into herself again.

“because i don’t care"

gently, you took the empty wine glass from her hand and placed it on the counter beside you.

dana’s breathing had gone a little uneven.

her eyes searched your face as though she expected to find hesitation there or some sign that this wasn’t real. she found none.

“it doesn’t not matter"

your brows knitted together. "that doesn’t make any sense"

a small smile tugged at her mouth.

“i know"

“do you want it to matter?”

the answer came immediately.

“no"

“then it doesn't"

the flush spreading across her cheeks travelled down her neck, colouring the skin visible above her v-neck.

when your fingers slipped between hers, she held on tightly.

fuck, you’d missed her.

everything had been building for months, finally culminating in one perfect night before collapsing into a week of silence and second-guessing.

neither of you deserved another minute of it. she looked at you, into you, like she was allowing herself to be honest.

“kiss me" the words left dana in a breath, sounding more like a plea than a request.

her gaze dropped briefly to your mouth before finding your eyes again. this time, there was no hesitation. from anyone.

your mouth was on hers, hot and messy. she wasted no time in kissing you back, her tongue slipping past your bottom lip. she moaned into you, hands finding your waist and squeezing when they got there.

trailing wet, opened mouthed kisses down dana's neck, you felt hungry and untamed, like you'd needed this more than the first time.

"turn around" you whispered against the shell of her ear, guiding her hips to spin until she was flush against the counter top, hands flat on the surface.

your hands wandering across every bit of skin you could find, one settling at her stomach, sliding down to the waistband of her jeans. dana couldn't stifle the moan, the noises of what was to come, so needy and desperate.

you took her in, the smell of shampoo, her softness, the glint of her gold earrings catching the light from behind. she was perfect.

your name fell from her lips, one time, then another, three times as you undid the button and slid the zipper far too slowly. finger tips curled against cool marble, fighting for something to cling on to when your warm hands found the elastic of her underwear. pushing her ass into you, you had to bite your tongue, stop yourself from grinding into her there and then. this was to make her feel good, yours would come later.

she was writhing against herself, like you were going too slow but she wouldn't tell you, would put up with it til you gave her what she wanted. it was almost a cry when you did, soft fingers sinking through her folds, lazily spreading the wetness until it felt too good to stay quiet.

"oh my fuck, i need-"

it took you by surprise. how five minutes ago dana was dwelling on her concerns and now she wanted you three fingers deep, making her feel as good as you did the first time.

"yeah? what do you need?" she'd tortured you, time to repay the favour.

"mmm, please"

“come on. use your words" you sank your middle and ring fingers inside her, curling them deep at that perfect angle but holding still.

"fuck me" she gasped. “need you to f-fuck me"

you nipped her earlobe, teeth grazing the soft skin as she hissed in pleasure. you pumped your fingers faster, relishing every slick sound and broken moan.

"yes" her nails scraped down the countertop. "oh fuck" she could hardly feel you peppering her shoulder with kisses, too taken away with the knot building in her stomach.

“can you take more?”

she nodded frantically, head falling back against your shoulder.

then you pulled your fingers out completely.

“wha-" dana panted, eyes wide and glassy. “what are you doing?”

you almost felt bad for the desperate look on her face but it would be worth it.

“come with me" you took her hand. she followed without hesitation.

two minutes later, dana was perched on the edge of your bed, thighs clenched, watching you with confused hunger as you disappeared to the other side.

you dug in a bedside draw, pulling something black and rope like into your hands. when you turned back, her breath caught. you untangled the harness and let the silicon cock sit amongst it.

“you trust me?”

“yeah" barely a whisper.

“i can fuck you so good, dana" you stepped closer. “will you let me?”

her eyes darkened with want. she bit her lip, then gave you that smile, the one you liked. that creased at her eyes and looked a little wicked.

you bent to kiss her deeply while stripping away her top, jeans and panties, then your own. she was left in just a bra as you stepped into the harness, adjusting it at your hips.

dana leant back on her elbows, legs spreading invitingly, her pussy glistening. fuck, she looked ready to be ruined.

“show me what you got then" her tongue lingered at her corner of her mouth, like she was daring you to do your worst.

you knelt between her thighs, hands gripping them for balance. leaning down, you pursed your lips and let a bead of spit fall onto her cunt while holding her gaze. she jolted. your tongue followed, lapping at her slowly, thoroughly, until she was grinding against your face and whining for more.

you weren't going to let her cum like this just yet.

“you're doing so good for me" you murmured against her, kissing her pussy once more before pulling back. “gonna feel even better, i promise"

you lined up the thick head of the cock at her entrance and pushed in slowly, watching every flicker of pleasure across her face. she took you so easily, slick and eager, stretching around the girth with a broken moan.

for a moment you stayed still, letting her adjust, both of you breathing hard. then you started moving, slow, deep rolls of your hips. the wet sounds of her pussy taking every inch filled the room.

“fuck, dana… you look so good like this" you thrust harder, the dark silicone glistening with her juices every time you pulled out to fuck into her again, deeper than before. “taking my cock so well. you like that?"

she wrapped her legs around your waist, nails digging into the flesh of your back. “jesus- fuck- yes" she gasped with every drive, voice wrecked.

the way she let herself go, feel every inch of her own pleasure made your cunt throb. head thrown back into the mattress, hands wandering to free her tit from the tiny black bra. she palmed herself, gasping at the roll of her nipple between two fingers.

you wanted this to last. wanted to fuck her every which way you could. slowing for just a second, you pulled back and she whined at the loss of contact but you reassured her. "s'okay, i just want you this way"

you stepped back from the bed. "get on your knees"

in that moment she looked like she would do anything you told her. seconds later she was on all fours, ass up, breathing heavy. you could tell she was a little insecure like this, exposed and vulnerable.

you leant against her, your body shadowing hers, just enough to whisper against the nape of her neck. "you look so sexy like this" your hand trailed a long stroke from her shoulder blade to the curve of her ass. "i got you" you saw her shoulders drop a little.

you pushed back inside her slow and it felt different this time. she nearly outright screamed at the sensation of your cock pressing against her gummy walls from this angle. then you started to move, dragging her hips back to meet yours, fucking her so deep she felt it in the pit of her stomach.

a desperate uh uh uh left her lips with every thrust, head resting on the bed, no longer able to hold herself up. "so fuckin good" her words shook as your cock filled her, hands fisted in the sheets, curve of her back glistening with sweat.

you moaned as you saw wetness drip from her cunt, coating the back and inner of her thighs.

"jesus dana, that's it baby"

“i'm close, fuck, i'm so close" she looked back at you, pupils wide and dark. “wanna go on top"

you weren't religious but this felt like a gift from god.

dana asking for what she wanted and fuck, you were gonna give it to her.

you pulled out again, taking her spot on the bed as she climbed onto you, straddling your hips. dana took the cock in her hands, pumping it a few times, spreading herself like she knew it turned you on. then she lowered onto you and planted her hands on your chest, fucking herself on your cock as if it were made for her. hips rolled desperately, head thrown back as filthy moans spilled from her throat.

you mirrored her movements from before and palmed her tit, pulling the bra completely down and rolling her nipple between your fingertips. her pace faltered, then sped up, chasing her orgasm.

it was dirty and messy and frantic. like she'd allowed her guard down to feel what she deserved, to trust that you thought she was the hottest thing, riding you, her body like nothing you'd seen before. all those insecurities, worries of your youth versus her experience vanished. now it was just two people relishing each others bodies and pleasure. and it felt so fucking good.

“that's it" you cooed, gripping her hips to help her along. the pressure on your chest felt good, her nails digging into the thin skin against your sternum, you'd let her draw blood if she wanted.

you could tell she was close by the way her eyes squeezed shut, mouth parted and voice became rough. three finger pads snaked from her hip to her clit, rubbing slow but tight circles. you didn't know where to look, her face all wrecked and needy or where your bodies joined. where you watched the pink of her pussy with every ride on your cock, how you disappeared into her with ease, the slick sounds making you whimper and almost come against nothing.

"good girl. cum for me like this" you breathed hard. "cum for me dana"

how the tables have turned.

and she was your good girl, coming with a strangled cry at your demand. her body went rigid as she ground down hard, pulsing around your cock and god you wished it was real, imagining how it would feel for her cunt to milk you for everything you had, clenching hard around you.

you held her through it, stroking her back as she trembled and gasped, finally collapsing on top of you with a breathless "fuck"

her cheeks were flushed and rosy, hair stuck to the nape of her neck, mascara smudged just a little under the water line. so sexy.

when dana looked at you, it was almost in disbelief, in awe. like she'd tell you she couldn't believe how hard she just came, if only she could gather breath for long enough.

you knew. you didn't need her words.

you pulled her in close. arm wrapped around a shoulder, fingers dancing between the freckles on her skin.

"so good" a whisper, pressed against her temple. and you lay there, in silence and disbelief and everything else that came with it. "such a good girl"

[eepwtf]

TASTE ME !

PAIRING: jennifer check x stoner!fem reader

TW: → explicit sexual content (penetrative sex, vaginal receiving partner) → overstimulation, multiple orgasms, edging themes → possessive / dominant partner dynamic → degradation kink (verbal: “slut,” “toy,” etc.) → praise kink → creampie / breeding language → body fluids (cum, sweat, saliva, etc.) → drug use (stoner reader, intoxicated arousal) → mild cnc-flavored power imbalance (consensual) → use of strap / trans fem cock reader implication

SUMMARY: jennifer check has a habit of touching things she shouldn’t. you, unfortunately, are her favorite bad idea. (p.s i just wanted this out of my drafts plus almost halloween so..)

jennifer was enamored with you. not in some soft, cutesy, diary entry way that would risk her carefully curated reputation. (no, god forbid anyone found out; that would be like ripping the top layer off her fresh manicure, leaving her perfectly polished hands raw and red.) she could never speak it aloud, never even hint, and yet—somewhere behind the practiced poise, behind the click of her designer heels—her attention clung to you like smoke in a closed room.

you weren’t even the type she would normally pursue. you were practically a ghost in the hallways, a barely-there presence teetering on the edge of disappearance. one step off the asphalt and no one would even glance twice, no one would call your parents, no one would notice if you never showed up again. ask anyone at school to describe you, and they’d rattle off a list like it was carved into their brains: stoner, no-good, delinquent, dyke. pretty, sure, if pressed—but only if they squinted through the smog of preconceptions. the kind of pretty that bruised in sunlight.

everyone knew to keep their distance. you wandered through the school’s parking lot like a small, dangerous animal, muddy jeans scraping against the asphalt, band tees fading into dust-colored monochrome, cigarette dangling perpetually from the corner of your mouth. your lighter, scuffed and scratched, hung from your belt loop like a talisman, an invitation to the kind of trouble people whispered about but didn’t dare approach.

and yet, here you were. unfortunate, in the way that a moth is drawn to flame—predictably, irresistibly, dangerously. jennifer noticed. couldn’t help herself. the thrill of danger shimmered just beneath her composed exterior, a little tremor in her wrist when she crossed the hallways, a catch in her breath when you passed.

she had a tendency to go for things she knew were bad for her. always had. the allure of someone untamed, someone so perfectly wrong, clawed at her instincts in ways she couldn’t name. her baby-blue eyes would glint in the fluorescent hall lights, the sparkle subtle but telling, a flare of curiosity and lust and the faintest hunger. it was a look that could disarm, could trap, could make you unaware of the slow slide of her hands closer, the way her gaze lingered, the way her hips swayed as if she owned the space between you and her.

jenifer didn’t chase lightly. she didn’t pounce on whim. she studied her prey first, memorized the angles of your smirk, the careless grace of your cigarette-hand dance, the way you let your hair fall into your eyes, and the faint scar of a laugh line that hinted at some past defiance. and now, you—unaware, untouchable, untamed—were hers to dissect. her lips twitched with anticipation, her heart thumping with a cocktail of excitement and sin. she didn’t just want to watch you. no, she wanted to taste you. she wanted to know what it was like to trace those jagged lines of your world with her fingers, to get lost in the fire she knew she shouldn’t touch, and to savor the dangerous sweetness of the dyke everyone else had written off.

and maybe, just maybe, you’d let her.

she lay in her bed, the soft moonlight painting her pale skin in silver shadows, and she imagined you. not just seeing her, but seeing her for her, the way you might trace the curve of her jaw, the slope of her shoulders, the delicate bones of her wrists. her babyboy shorts clung to her thighs, soft and loose, but she could feel the heat pooled between her legs just thinking about you.

her fingers followed the line of her abdomen, fingertips brushing over the soft hollow of her stomach before slipping under the waistband of her shorts. the thought of your fingers tracing her, sliding over her clit, made her shiver violently. her breaths came quicker, catching in her throat, and a wetness bloomed between her legs, obscene in its generosity, as though her body was already giving itself to you without your touch. she gasped at the thought—you, tracing her curves, teasing her, taking her lips and leaving them slick with need, every kiss, every lick, every touch made her ache more violently.

her fingers curled, teasing, pressing, imagining the sound you’d make as your mouth descended lower, tasting her, inhaling her scent like it was a drug. the image of your hands on her, sliding her wet cunt open just to breathe her in, made her chest tighten, her pulse hammering through her wrists and temples. each imagined stroke made her juices flood even more, dripping into her own hand as if her body couldn’t help but give itself to the fantasy.

she pictured the sharp inhale you’d take at the feel of her slick warmth, the shiver that would run up your spine when her hips pressed up against your fingers. her nails dug into the sheets, almost painfully, imagining your mouth trailing down her thighs, licking every inch, tasting the mix of sweat and want, until her world shrank to the wet, urgent heat of her own body and the imagined presence of yours consuming it.

her mind spiraled further, imagining herself trembling beneath your gaze, her soft moans just out of reach, her clit slick under your touch, pulsing as if calling your name. every thought of you, every imagined finger, every kiss she imagined you pressing down on her made her body betray her more, flooding, leaking, needing, desperate in a way she hadn’t admitted to anyone before—except now, here in her room, where she could let herself unravel completely.

the thought of you finally entering her, of her cunt opening to your touch, made her pulse spike, a tidal wave of need crashing through her chest. she bit her plush lips hard to keep herself quiet, trembling against the mattress, slick, dripping, wanting—all for you.

after that night, things… shifted. they shifted so subtly, so perfectly, that neither of you really noticed until it was already routine. now, it was practically a ritual. you’d lean against your car in the school parking lot, cigarette dangling lazily from your lips, hood up, band tee faded and perfectly rumpled, lighter flicking idly in your fingers. and there she was, jennifer, marching out of color guard practice—her flag still dripping with sweat, hair pulled into a messy ponytail—but somehow impossibly radiant even in that chaos.

“dumb,” you’d mutter under your breath, dragging the smoke through your teeth.

“what was that?” jennifer called, tilting her head as she climbed into the lot, eyes glinting like she already knew.

“you. color guard… dumb,” you said, smirk tugging at your lips.

she laughed, a little breathless from practice, that perfect, intoxicating mix of arrogance and charm that always made you feel like your chest could cave in. “yeah, yeah, keep talking. you always sound so… serious,” she teased, tossing her bag over her shoulder and sauntering toward you like she owned the asphalt beneath her sneakers.

you didn’t answer. didn’t have to. because the truth was in the way she fell into step with you, hand brushing against yours accidentally—or not—when you led her to your car. the tension was electric, tangible, the air itself heavy with smoke and something sweeter, something belonging only to her.

“want to just… go back to my place?” she’d ask, voice low, playful, a little daring, like she was letting you in on some delicious secret.

“dumb,” you’d reply automatically, dragging her closer with a tilt of your head, lips brushing hers before she could even protest.

and then it was just… lips. the first press was always the sweetest: her lip gloss smearing across yours, sticky, sugary, mingling with the sharp tang of smoke on your tongue. you’d pull back, grin lazily, letting her breathe you in like she always did, tongue darting out to taste the faint hint of weed.

“you taste… funny,” she’d whisper, voice muffled against your mouth, a giggle slipping between kisses.

“funny good or funny bad?” you’d ask, teasing, dragging your fingers lazily through the curve of her neck, thumb brushing the line of her jaw.

“both,” she’d admit, lips curving into that smile that made your heart do that stupid little skip. “like… like you.”

by the third time she’d dragged you up to her room, your brain had stopped questioning it entirely. the most popular girl in school, the one everyone whispered about, the one everyone wanted to know, to touch, to taste—she wanted you. all of you.

so of course, to absolutely no one’s surprise, there you were again, planted like a shadow against your car, waiting for jennifer to finally escape the clutches of another late color guard practice. the world around you was a blur—a cacophony of lockers slamming, students shouting across the lot, engines growling and tires squealing—but it didn’t exist. none of it mattered. not today, not ever. you were here for one thing and one thing only.

her.

jennifer.

the faint tang of sweat mingled with the floral sweetness of her perfume reached your nostrils before she even appeared, threading its way through the haze of asphalt and smoke that clung to your clothes. you inhaled sharply, chest tightening, heart threatening to betray you, and the world fell away. she was chaos made human, a wildfire wrapped in a ponytail and sparkly blue eyes, and for some reason—or perhaps for all the reasons—you had chosen to chase that spark. week after week, late practices or not, you knew exactly where she’d emerge. you could almost feel her before you saw her: the slap of sneakers against asphalt, the rhythmic flick of her hair, the heavy swish of her flags.

and then she appeared.

hair knotted in a messy ponytail, damp strands sticking to her flushed forehead, little flags trailing the effort of her sweat-soaked practice. her sneakers scuffed the lot, rhythmically imperfect, dragging small clouds of dust into the air. even as her chest rose and fell from exertion, even with the glint of fatigue in her eyes, she was impossible to ignore. she radiated, spilling light across the dull asphalt, and the thought made your lips twitch with something dangerously like a smile.

“still… waiting?” she called, voice teasing but tired, carrying that edge of mischief that always made your chest feel too tight. she tilted her head, dark ponytail swinging lazily, and let her eyes roam over you—hood up, cigarette dangling from your lips, lighter flicking idly in your fingers—like she was appraising her prey, or maybe confirming what she already knew.

“dumb,” you muttered, dragging the smoke through your teeth, letting it curl and vanish between you.

“dumb, huh?” she repeated, stepping closer, flag bag slung over her shoulder. “that’s it? that’s all i get?” her smile was cocky, teasing, the kind that made it feel like she knew every thought rotting through your skull and wanted to press her advantage.

“that’s enough,” you drawled, voice low, eyes catching hers, letting the words linger like a touch. you flicked your lighter once, then twice, the tiny flame dancing before your gaze met hers. “for now.”

jennifer laughed, soft and airy, but it vibrated against the air like electricity. she reached up, fingers brushing an errant strand of hair from her face. “you always look like you’re waiting for me… like i’m some kind of… reward or something.” her lips curved slyly. “you planning to make me earn it tonight?”

“maybe,” you said again, almost absentmindedly, though the tilt of your head and the glint in your eyes suggested otherwise. and just like that, the distance between you shrank. your shoulder brushed hers when she passed, accidental—or maybe entirely intentional—but sparks jumped, invisible threads tightening.

jennifer’s gaze lingered, teasing, playful, full of that dangerous little glimmer that made you forget your own name. “you know,” she murmured, voice dropping, “my mom’s got a date tonight. which means… i’m home alone.”

your foot hadn’t even crossed the threshold before jennifer was on you. the door clicked shut behind you, and suddenly she was there—pressing against you like gravity itself had chosen a side. her mouth found yours in a rush, soft and wet and reckless, tasting faintly of bubblegum lip gloss and adrenaline. the kiss wasn’t perfect; it was too eager, too real, her teeth catching your lip as she dragged you deeper into the house. her pink-polished nails grazed your neck, catching on your hoodie strings, pulling you closer as if she could fold you into her.

you barely had time to breathe before your heel hit the edge of a rug and your shoulder nearly clipped a vase sitting by the entryway. “jesus—jen, you could’ve—”

she didn’t even let you finish. a laugh slipped from her throat, low and triumphant, and she tugged you forward again, fingers curling in the fabric at your chest. “oh, come on,” she said over her shoulder, breathless but smug. “stop being such a baby.”

the hallway blurred around you, a tunnel of dim lamps and framed family photos that you couldn’t focus on. she was dragging you up the stairs two at a time, her laughter bouncing off the walls, echoing in the narrow space. her perfume—sweet, rich, overwhelming—mixed with the cigarette smoke clinging to your jacket, creating something new, something dizzying.

by the time you reached her room, your heart was a hammer in your throat. the door swung open and the smell of her filled the air: floral body spray, hot hair straightener, the faint ghost of vanilla lotion. the light was soft, golden, dust motes floating in lazy spirals. you caught your breath, leaning against the doorframe, trying to make sense of the rush that had carried you here.

jennifer turned, the playful smirk still tugging at her lips. “what?” she teased, cocking her head. “cat got your tongue?”

you swallowed, words half-formed, but she was already stepping closer again—close enough that her laughter was warm against your collarbone, close enough that the chaos of the world outside her pink bedroom door disappeared entirely.

jennifer yanked you forward onto her bed with enough force to make the frame creak—a violent, impatient gesture that wasn’t a request, it was a command. the mattress dipped under you, swallowing you whole in that faint perfume of hers—vanilla and smoke and something metallic underneath, something like adrenaline. she wasn’t gentle. jennifer never was. gentleness was for people who didn’t know what they wanted, and she always did.

you barely hit the mattress before she was on you, blue eyes fever-bright, mouth set in that dangerous curve that meant trouble. her hair was a tangle of gold and static, wild from running her fingers through it one too many times, haloed by the sickly amber glow of her bedside lamp. there was a flicker of hellfire in that halo though, something unholy and divine.

“what got into your pants today?” you asked, voice still lazy even as your pulse kicked up. the words rolled off your tongue with a smirk—half humor, half invitation, all mistake.

she didn’t answer. not with words.

her knee sank into the mattress between your legs as she climbed onto you, her palms pressing flat against your chest. the air left your lungs in a soft grunt. her perfume—vanilla, cigarette smoke, a ghost of cherry lip gloss—filled your head, dizzying and familiar. you caught her gaze just before her lips met yours, and for a moment, she looked almost angelic—then she kissed you, hard.

it wasn’t a kiss so much as a claiming. jennifer didn’t waste time with tenderness; her mouth moved with hunger, with precision, with that dangerous mix of lust and impatience only she could embody. her tongue slid against yours, hot and sweet and demanding, like she was determined to devour the air between you.

you felt her smile against your mouth before she pulled back—just enough to breathe, to taunt.

“god forbid i get horny,” she murmured, words brushing your lips as her breath came quick. “is that a crime now?”

her tone was light, playful even, but her eyes said something darker — something restless. they shimmered with that same familiar chaos, the kind that had gotten the two of you in trouble more times than you could count. she shifted her hips just enough to make your breath catch again, her body warm and solid over yours.

her hands wandered, nails dragging slow deliberate paths down your chest. each scrape left a shiver, a faint pink trail of heat following in their wake. she pressed her palms flat against your stomach, fingers splaying as if she could read your heartbeat through your skin.

her hair fell forward, brushing your jaw, strands tickling the edge of your throat. you could smell her—the sweet tang of skin warmed by adrenaline, the faint trace of cigarettes and bubblegum.

jennifer leaned in again, lips brushing your ear, her voice dropping to a low whisper that sent a shudder through your spine. “let’s skip the foreplay,” she said. “you already know what i want.”

her hips rolled forward once—a slow, deliberate motion that made the air between you snap and sizzle. her breath hitched, sharp and ragged, and for a heartbeat she hovered there, a living tease between restraint and ruin. the hem of her skirt skimmed your thigh in the lightest whisper of fabric, yet it burned hotter than fire. you could feel her wetness through the thin cotton of her boyshorts, frantic and slick, an echo of the rhythm racing in your own body.

fuck, you were pent up.

and jennifer was making it worse.

her hips rolled again, that same steady grind that wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore, the press of her soaked panties catching on the stiff bulge in your jeans like she wanted to wear down your patience one slow, deliberate drag at a time. each shift of her weight dragged heat across your lap, her thighs bracketing yours like velvet vices, all smoke and confidence in the way she moved—slow enough to tease, close enough to taunt.

you could feel her wetness through both layers of clothing now. it had soaked through her panties, yours, even the denim—warm and insistent and fucking needy. like her pussy had already decided what it wanted, and now it was just waiting for her to catch up.

the scent of her—vanilla-laced perfume gone hazy with sweat and skin, hot breath sweet from something cherry she'd been sucking on earlier—filled your lungs in thick curls. you couldn’t breathe right. couldn’t think past the aching pulse in your cock and the weight of her body grinding it flat against your thigh.

she leaned in again, a smirk curling on her lips even though her voice came out ragged: “already worked up?”

your cock throbbed, straining hard beneath the denim—long and heavy, aching like it was trying to push through your zipper. you didn’t answer. you couldn’t. your jaw was locked up, neck tilted slightly back, because if you moved even a little she was going to press in and you’d lose whatever grip on yourself you had left. that sliver of self-control? gone the second she dragged herself forward again, pussy grinding softly over the swollen bulge between your legs, damp heat soaking through the denim like you were naked already.

she laughed under her breath—one of those soft, velvety sounds that didn’t match the sharp glint in her eye. “yeah,” she whispered, mouth ghosting the edge of your jaw, “that’s what i thought.”

she fucking knew what she was doing.

the way she moved—god, the way she moved—it was like she’d memorized how to get under your skin, how to grind her cunt just right over your cock, shifting her weight so it hit the perfect spot every damn time. your jeans felt like prison. the bulge in them had gone from suggestive to obscene, straining against the zipper, and jennifer was treating it like a toy, pushing down with her hips and dragging her slick along the length of it with tiny rocking motions that made your thighs twitch.

“poor thing,” she whispered, tilting her head like she was pretending to feel sorry for you. her breath ghosted along your cheek. “look at you.”

you didn’t look at her. you couldn’t. you just let your eyes fall shut and let the feeling take over: the heat, the pressure, the maddening rhythm of her hips and how she moved like she was trying to make you beg for it. and maybe you would. eventually. but not yet.

her hands slid down from your collar, palms gliding over the front of your hoodie, then dipping lower, tracing over your stomach, over the waistband of your sweats beneath the jeans. she made a soft, curious sound as her fingers dragged across your cock through the fabric, pressing down just enough to make you twitch.

“aww,” she cooed, grinning now, full teeth and heat in her eyes. “you’re throbbing, baby.” her tone dipped, syrupy and teasing. “you hard the whole time i was sitting on your lap, or just since i started talking?”

your body answered for you, a sharp jerk of your hips, needy and uncontrollable. the tip of your cock rubbed against your waistband, slick already leaking, staining the cotton warm and wet and impossible to hide.

she noticed. of course she fucking noticed. Her breath hitched, the sound involuntary, and her hand settled fully over the bulge, palm flat, pressing down. “shit.”

her thighs flexed around yours as she rocked again, a little rougher this time. her cunt dragged over your lap, soaking you further, heat grinding right up against the rigid line of your cock, her panties clinging to her slit like second skin. you could feel everything—every throb, every twitch, every desperate pulse of wet heat.

you finally opened your eyes.

she was watching you, pupils blown, lips parted. Her own chest was rising fast, and her body trembled faintly with each roll of her hips, like she was starting to feel it, too. like teasing you was starting to undo her.

“you’re not even trying to stop me,” she whispered, almost in awe, her fingers starting to fumble with the button on your jeans. “god, you’re—fuck, you’re so wet. you leaking for me, baby?”

you bit down on a sound, teeth sinking into your lip as she popped the button and pulled the zipper down, the harsh noise shockingly loud in the small space between you. she slipped her hand in, straight past your boxers, no hesitation, and wrapped her fingers around your cock with a quiet moan.

“jesus,” she muttered, mouth dragging across your cheek as her wrist flexed, slow and deliberate. “big cock like this and you let me ride it from the outside first? soo evil.”

you let your head drop to her shoulder, your breath hot and shaky. her palm was slick with your precome already, sliding easily along your shaft, and her thumb dragged over the head, smearing more wetness across it with a fascinated little whimper.

“y’know,” she said, tone lazy, teasing, “i was gonna just keep grinding on you. but now? think i need this in me. now.”

her mouth brushed your ear, her hips stuttering as she pulled her panties to the side with her free hand. “soaked through 'em. you feel that? that’s for you.”

you nodded—barely—and she laughed, low and wrecked, and positioned herself, lifting just enough to get the head of your cock nudging up against her entrance.

and then she sank down.

slow, so fucking slow, like she wanted you to feel every impossible inch as her pussy swallowed you up, hot and tight and trembling.

“fuuuck,” she groaned, forehead dropping to yours again. “there we go. just like that.”

you didn’t move. couldn’t. her cunt clung to you like it had been waiting for this—wet, squeezing around every inch, greedily drawing you in until her ass settled on your thighs and your cock was buried inside her to the hilt.

and then she just sat there, pulsing around you, grinding in tight lazy circles with her hips as your vision blurred.

you were gonna lose it.

and the worst part? she fucking knew.

jennifer stayed perched on your lap like a goddamn queen, the kind who liked watching her subjects squirm.

your cock twitched inside her, so deep it felt like she was wrapped around the base of your spine, squeezing—milking—with every lazy flex of her hips. and all she did was watch you.

“god, you’re so deep in there,” she breathed, staring down at where your bodies met like it had hypnotized her. her fingers splayed against your stomach for balance, the other dragging her damp panties further to the side to let you see just how swollen and slick she was, stretched open and dripping down your length. “i can feel you throbbing, babe—fuck, i’m gonna come just from this…”

she gave a slow roll of her hips and your mouth dropped open.

“nnnghh—jen…”

she laughed again, but it was shakier now, raw around the edges. “aw, what’s wrong?” she murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth. “too much?”

you tried to buck up into her—just once—but her thighs clenched around yours, locking you down, and her hand flew to your chest, flat over your sternum, holding you there. the strength in her was coiled and terrifying; the softness of her face didn’t match the control she had over your body.

“no moving yet,” she whispered. “you’re gonna take this. all of it.”

you choked out a moan and she smiled, pleased. her cunt squeezed around you in tiny, fluttering pulses like it was agreeing with her, like her whole body wanted to trap you there. you were soaked—panties sticking to you, your hoodie riding up, heat blooming where her skin slid against yours—and the weed haze still ghosting around your head made everything slow and extra vivid, melty, like she was fucking you through a dream.

“you high still?” she asked suddenly, brushing her nose against yours.

you nodded, dazed.

she grinned. “perfect. all slow and stupid for me, huh? that why you’re drooling a little?”

you weren’t. you hoped you weren’t.

didn’t matter. her hips lifted an inch and dropped again with a sharp shlupk, and your whole body jolted. she did it again. and again. each shallow pump let her pussy suck at your cock, the slick drag along your shaft painfully slow, grinding deep at the end until her clit bumped your pubic bone just right. her head fell back and her mouth opened in a silent curse.

you grabbed her hips, fingers sinking into her soft flesh, but you didn’t take control. couldn’t. she was setting the pace—rocking in slow, syrupy waves, gasping when she took you too deep, her thighs shaking now every time she bottomed out.

and fuck, you could feel everything. her slickness dripping down your shaft, the way her inner walls spasmed around you when she cursed, the way her breath got caught right before she moaned.

her pace faltered for a second. just enough to betray her.

“you close?” you managed, voice hoarse.

she nodded quickly, biting her lip. “mhm. i can’t—i can’t take it slow anymore—fuck, you feel too good, you’re—”

she dropped again, full weight slamming down, and her voice caught high in her throat: “ahnn fuck—!”

then she started grinding, fast and messy, back and forth instead of up and down, panting into your neck, her hips rolling like she was chasing the edge of a wave. her clit was dragging against your skin with every pass and her cunt was clenching so tight you thought she might pull the soul out of your body.

you held her tighter, bucked up once—hard—and she cried out.

her arms wrapped around your neck suddenly, her entire body clinging to you as she jerked her hips against yours in stuttering thrusts. “i’m—’m gonna—”

you felt her lock down around you, her pussy fluttering in wild, frantic pulses. then she gasped.

“fuckfuckfuck—ahhhnn—”

she came hard, clutching at you like she was going to vanish, moaning deep into your hoodie, grinding through it like she was trying to ride out every last quake. her thighs trembled and you held her up, her cunt spasming around your cock, milking it—begging it.

and you couldn’t hold back anymore.

your body locked up. heat burst behind your eyes. your cock jerked deep inside her and you felt your orgasm slam through you like a freight train. hot cum flooded her cunt in thick, wet pulses, and she shuddered with each one, still rocking her hips like she wanted every drop. you moaned, low and broken and wrecked, into her shoulder, clinging to her like gravity had reversed.

by the time you stopped shaking, her body had gone loose, heavy against you, her breath a wet pant in your ear. your jeans were soaked. your cock was still twitching inside her. and neither of you could move.

“…shit,” she mumbled after a while, her voice slurred and fucked out. “you’re staying like this. right here. you’re not leaving this bed.”

you hummed, boneless. “didn’t plan to.”

her smile pressed against your throat. “good. ‘cause next time i’m not even pretending to wear panties.”

jennifer didn’t move. she stayed impaled on your cock like it was a throne, her cunt twitching around you in slow, involuntary pulses that made you twitch right back, the fit still obscene even after she'd milked you empty.

her spine was slack now, hips softening into the shape of you, every inch of her sunk down on your lap like she wanted to merge. but her eyes? her eyes still held that glint—mean, calculating, sharp in contrast to the languid slump of her body, like she’d just solved a puzzle and wanted to see what happened if she rearranged the pieces again with her thighs.

“god,” she muttered, fingers curling against your chest, a low, breathless chuckle curling off her lips. “you came like i was trying to suck your soul out of your body.”

you swallowed, throat thick and raw, your whole body still sizzling with the aftershock. her pussy gripped you—still. as if reluctant to let you go, greedily flexing around your cock like it knew you had more left and was preparing to wring it from you, whether your nerves agreed or not.

and fuck, maybe it did. you were still hard. still inside her. still soaking in the perfume of sex and sweat and the ghost of the joint from earlier—your high twisted into something molten and feral, like every inhale had been replaced with the scent of her cunt.

she rolled her hips just a touch, and the sound it made was disgusting: a wet, drawn-out schlkk, her slick coating the base of your cock, the seam of your zipper, your thighs. you could feel it: a filthy slick warmth that smeared everywhere she moved, your come seeping out of her around your shaft in slow, pearlescent rivulets.

jennifer glanced down and grinned. “you see that?”

you didn’t answer.

she smacked your chest lightly. “look.”

you obeyed. she reached between her legs and spread herself wider, thighs flexing against your lap. with her fingers, she peeled her soaked lips apart and dragged them down the underside of your cock, tracing the mess you’d made together, the press of your shaft still thick and hard and shining. she looked absolutely worshipful about it. a curator admiring her exhibit.

“you came so fucking deep,” she said, half to herself. “can feel it inside me still. still dripping out around your cock and you’re still so hard.”

she glanced up at you then, tilting her head. her smile turned slow and wicked. “you wanna go again, don’t you?”

your voice came out rough. “you’re fucking wringing me dry…”

“mm.” she rubbed her clit against you lazily, smearing more of your combined mess across her folds. “you say that like i’m not gonna fuck another load out of you.”

then she moved. just once. a long, deep grind that made your jaw clench and your hips jerk beneath her instinctively. her pussy made that same slippery, obscene sound, like it had memorized the shape of you and was trying to coax you deeper with gravity alone.

“i don’t even have to bounce on it,” she whispered, voice tight now, reverent, like she couldn’t believe it herself. “just…sit here. let it twitch inside me. let it throb.”

you shivered.

“god, you like that. you fucking like it.” her lips parted, panting now as she rocked again, letting your still-stiff cock rub against every oversensitive ridge inside her. “you wanna breed me like this, huh? high little slut with a cock that won’t quit. what’d you smoke—gorilla glue? baby, i think i broke you.”

she ground down once more and tightened around you, cunt spasming like her body was trying to milk a second orgasm from the friction alone. her thighs were slick now, your fluids staining her skin in glistening trails.

“you leaking again?” she whispered, one hand creeping back into your jeans, under your waistband. her palm found the mess there, fingers swiping through it with wet, slick sounds. she brought her fingers up, coated, and stuck them in her mouth.

“mmmph.” her eyes fluttered shut as she sucked them clean. “you taste so fucking good.”

you couldn’t fucking breathe.

she watched your face like it was her favorite channel, her hips starting to move again—this time with intent. not bouncy, not fast. just slow, punishing circles, each one angled to drag your cock against every sensitive inch inside her. her pussy gripped and released in rhythm with her breath, like she was training you.

you felt yourself pulsing again, overstimulated and hypersensitive, but it didn’t matter. not with her cunt slinking down every inch of your cock like it belonged there.

“i should edge you like this for hours,” she murmured, fingering the waistband of your sweats with her free hand. “keep you in me, all warm and plugged up, every twitch leaking more until you start begging.”

you blinked up at her, dazed, bloodless in your limbs and buzzing everywhere else.

she leaned in, breath hot against your mouth.

“dripfeed you your own cum while i sit on your cock and fuck you dumb. would you like that?”

you nodded. numbly. dumbly.

jennifer giggled like she’d just won the lottery. “thought so.”

then she shifted again, this time lifting slowly off your cock—inch by inch, your length dragging out of her in a cascade of wet slickness and tension. the air hit it and you moaned, actually moaned, loud and unfiltered, and she fucking beamed.

“god, that noise—” she whispered.

when only the head of your cock was left inside her, her hips snapped back down.

schlp—thmp.

your eyes rolled back.

she didn’t give you a break. she pulled back again, slower this time, watching your face the entire time, and slammed herself back down just as hard. your thighs tensed. you tried to breathe. you couldn’t.

your cock was a mess—coated, twitching, glossy with spit and come and her pussy's obscene nectar. you were drooling. actually drooling. she reached up and wiped it with her thumb and licked it.

“there’s my messy little slut.”

your stomach tensed. heat climbed your spine. your nerves lit like magnesium.

jennifer didn’t let up.

“you gonna fill me again, baby?” she murmured, grinding in short little bursts, keeping your head pinned to the edge. “you wanna be so deep in this pussy we forget where you end and i start?”

you whimpered.

“do it,” she breathed, voice wrecked now, body shaking again. “cum in me. again. fuckin’ ruin me.”

and like an obedient fucking toy, you did.

you spilled into her with a strangled moan, cock jumping once, twice, then a flood, your second load messier than the first, gushing out of her the second you gave it. her pussy convulsed around you and she let her head drop to your shoulder, breath catching in broken, hnghhh-filled cries as she came again with you—tight, hot, clinging like suction.

neither of you moved. you didn’t have to. the heat between you did everything. soaked your thighs, your jeans, your hoodie. soaked the sheets. soaked the room in the stink of sweat and sex and weed and shame.

eventually, jennifer lifted her head, eyes bleary, lashes damp.

“i’m gonna keep you like this all day,” she said, utterly serious.

and you believed her.

[mckqys]

𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗖𝗞𝗔𝗬 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦

▸ 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿!𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 ⋆ 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪

𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝗰𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: oral sex cassie!receiving, pervy!cassie, crying during sex, overstimulation, p in v, unprotected sex, cassie cums inside.., hand job cassie!receiving

𝓣hinking of g!p loser!cassie.

⋆ loser!cassie who cums way too fast, the second your eyes fix on her cock she's reduced to nothing but a whiny mess, so naturally the second your mouth wraps around her length she just cannot control herself, cumming almost immediately down your throat.. and then apologising profusely

⋆ loser!cassie who keeps a pair of your underwear in her dresser to jerk off into whilst you're away.

⋆ loser!cassie who nearly cries the first time you ride her, whimpering pathetically as her hands grasp your hips simply holding as you drag your soaked cunt up and down her dick until she cums in her rubber, and then actually does cry afterwards from overstimulation as you continue to move up and down her rigid length.

⋆ loser!cassie who is always insanely hard when she sees you. she gets embarrassed about it and tries to hide it but you both know whats happened

⋆ loser!cassie who begs you to touch her after a long day of being permanently turned on by you and will always 'help' by guiding your hand down to the hardened tent in her sweatpants.

⋆ loser!cassie who is always adamant she can handle a quickie in a bathroom stall / dressing room whilst youre out but she always ends up such a mess you have to take her home and ravage her there as well, giving her the ever attention she deserves.

⋆ loser!cassie who accidentally cums in you, having begged for weeks to have a go with no protection, swearing she'd pull out, but the feel of you around her, your warm plush walls stranging her cock hard enough to cut off circulation in her veiny length, make it impossible for her to follow through with the pull out, her hips snapping violently into you before stuttering once, twice, and flooding your cunt with ropes of her hot white seed

[barqns]

can we get g!p Cassie in chastity w a vibrating plug

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 — ☆.ᐟ

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Cassie’s cock is already half hard when you first touch her, thick and heavy against her lower stomach, the tip flushed and glistening with pre-cum that beads slowly at the slit. You wrap your hand around her, slow and deliberate, feeling the weight of her length as you stroke from base to tip, letting your thumb smear the slickness across the head.

Her breath catches immediately, a quiet inhale slipping out despite the way she tries to stay composed. Her hips twitch under your touch, cock pulsing faintly in your palm as you keep your pace steady, unhurried.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” she mutters, but her voice is rough now, lacking the bite she’s trying for. She’s watching you too closely, eyes dark and fixed on your hand like she already knows you’re about to deny her.

When you pull away, the frustration hits her instantly, her cock giving a sharp twitch in the cool air. You reach beside you and pick up the chastity cage, letting it sit in your hand for a second before bringing it into her line of sight.

Cassie goes still, properly still, her breathing shifting as her gaze locks onto it. “You’re serious?” she asks, voice low, but she doesn’t move when you press your palm to her stomach and push her back against the bed.

Your other hand slides to her thigh, firm as you guide her legs open, spreading her slowly until she’s fully exposed beneath you. She lets you, tense but compliant, her cock standing up against her stomach, already twitching in anticipation.

You position the cage carefully, guiding her cock down into it inch by inch, feeling the way she pulses as it’s forced into place, confined tightly. The metal presses close around her, and when you close it and click the lock shut, the sound is sharp, final, making her let out a low, frustrated breath as her cock strains uselessly inside.

You don’t stop there, your hands sliding back up her thighs, pushing them wider as you shift your body lower. You kneel properly between her legs, taking your time,

letting your hands rest on her thighs as you look at her for a moment before moving. Then you lean down, lowering yourself further until you’re on your stomach, your face level with her ass.

Cassie exhales sharply the second your breath hits her, her body tensing as she realizes exactly what you’re about to do. Her ass is soft but firm under your hands, the curve of it warm beneath your palms as you spread her slightly, exposing her more.

You press your mouth against her slowly, the first drag of your tongue deliberate, and she jolts immediately, a broken sound leaving her throat. Her hips twitch upward instinctively, cock pulsing hard inside the cage above while she tries to process the sudden, overwhelming sensation.

You take your time with her, licking slowly, deliberately, your tongue pressing in deeper while she reacts beneath you, her thighs tightening around your shoulders. “Fuck,” she breathes, voice uneven now, hands gripping at the sheets as her composure slips further.

Every movement of your mouth makes her body respond, hips jerking slightly, her breathing turning ragged as she tries to stay still for you. Her cock keeps twitching uselessly, leaking more against the cage, completely ignored while you focus on something else entirely.

You pull back just enough to reach for the lube, letting her feel the absence of your mouth before she can even recover. She watches you, chest rising and falling, lips parted as you slick your fingers, her body already anticipating what’s next. When you press the plug against her, she tenses immediately, a sharp inhale catching in her throat as you begin to push it inside her.

You ease it in slowly, inch by inch, feeling the way her body resists at first before gradually opening up for you, her hips jerking as the stretch settles deeper. Her head tips back, a strained groan slipping out as she adjusts, her entire body reacting to the fullness.

Once it’s fully inside, she goes quiet for a second, her breathing uneven as she tries to steady herself. Then you turn it on, low at first, just a soft hum that makes her entire body tense again instantly. Her thighs tighten, her cock twitching hard inside the cage, leaking more as the vibration settles deep inside her.

She tries to hold onto control, but it slips quickly, her hips starting to move on their own, chasing something she can’t properly reach. When you drag your fingers between her thighs, feeling how wet she’s gotten, she sucks in a sharp breath, her voice breaking slightly when she tries to tell you to stop.

But you don’t, and when you turn the vibration up, her entire body jolts beneath you, a raw, helpless sound tearing from her throat. Her cock pulses hard inside the cage, completely trapped, denied any real friction while her body is overwhelmed in every other way.

She grips the sheets tighter, hips jerking as the sensation builds too fast, too much, her breathing falling apart completely. “Please,” she manages, quieter now, desperate in a way she can’t hide anymore.

She presses back against you instinctively, chasing the feeling even though it’s not what she actually needs, her hips moving in slow, desperate motions. The vibration is still humming deep inside her, and it makes every movement feel sharper, more intense, but still wrong in the way that matters most.

Her cock twitches uselessly in the cage, leaking and aching, completely ignored while her body tries to find some kind of release. “Fuck—” she breathes, voice breaking as she shifts again, grinding back harder this time.

You can feel the way she’s starting to lose it completely, her control slipping with every uneven breath she takes. And instead of helping her, you stay right where you are, letting her chase something she can’t have.

She turns her head slightly, eyes unfocused but locked onto you, frustration and need mixing together in a way that makes her look almost wrecked already. Her hands reach for you, gripping at your hips, trying to pull you closer as she keeps grinding back against your body.

The cage presses awkwardly between you, her cock straining inside it with every movement, but it does nothing to give her the friction she’s desperate for. She lets out a low, strained sound, somewhere between a groan and a whine, when she realizes it’s not helping.

“Please,” she mutters again, softer this time, her grip tightening as her hips stutter. The plug buzzes steadily, pushing her further, making everything build too fast without any real release. She’s completely at your mercy now, and she knows it.

You shift then, finally moving, and for a second she thinks you’re going to give in, going to take the cage off and let her have what she needs. But instead, you push her back more firmly, guiding her down until she’s flat against the bed again.

You swing your leg over her hips and settle onto her lap, straddling her slowly, deliberately, watching the way her expression changes. Her cock is trapped between you, pressed up against your body through the cage, and the contact alone makes her inhale sharply.

She looks up at you, confused for half a second, before her hips instinctively try to move again. You don’t stop her, but you don’t help her either.

Instead, you start grinding down against her, slow at first, letting your weight press against the cage, letting her feel the pressure without giving her anything real. Her head tips back immediately, a broken sound leaving her throat as her hands grab at your thighs.

“Don’t—” she starts, but it falls apart halfway through, her hips jerking up into you anyway. The cage digs between you, her cock throbbing uselessly inside it, every movement just reminding her of what she can’t have.

You bounce slightly, slow, controlled, the friction working for you, not her, and she realizes it almost instantly. “That’s not—fuck—” she chokes out, her voice rough, frustrated, desperate.

You keep moving like that, grinding and bouncing on her lap, using her while she can’t do anything but take it. Her hands tighten on you, fingers digging into your skin as she tries to guide your movement, tries to get something out of it, but it’s pointless.

Her cock keeps twitching inside the cage, leaking more with every movement, but there’s no relief, no real friction where she needs it. The vibration inside her only makes it worse, her body reacting,

clenching, building again even though she hasn’t properly come down. “Please—take it off,” she manages, her voice shaking now, her composure completely gone.

But you don’t stop, and she breaks under it, her hips stuttering helplessly beneath you while you keep using her. Her breathing falls apart completely, chest rising and falling too fast, her head falling back against the bed.

She’s shaking again, caught between overstimulation and frustration, her cock still trapped, still aching, still wanting something she can’t reach.

And when she finally tries to buck up into you harder, desperate and sloppy, it only makes her groan louder when it still does nothing for her. She’s completely ruined like this, stuck beneath you, used, denied, and still so painfully, desperately hard.

[sapphicswph]

𓈒 ໒꒱ ۪۪ ྀ drop the tough act

warnings : fem!reader x mtf!yolanda . nsfw , mdni . semi-public (supply closet) . power imbalance . jealous sex . possessive yolanda . light degradation . fingering (r!receiving) . blowjob (y!receiving) .

wc : 1.5k

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your feet are sore, scrubs sticking to your skin and dr. garcia is everywhere at once, barking orders, moving fast. she’s sharp with everyone but somehow extra cutting with you. you’ve been soft with her anyway, quiet voice when you hand over labs, careful fingers sliding her the right gloves, having coffee waiting for her. she takes it every single time but always hits you with something mean like “you don’t have to hover” or “focus on your own patients instead of playing nurse to me.”

it’s been wearing on you and today you hit your limit.

you’re at the nurses’ station finishing up when santos stops by. she leans in close while you show her an ecg strip, her shoulder warm against yours. “damn, that’s nasty,” she says, chuckling low. you smile bigger than you have in days and let your hand rest on her arm a second longer while you explain what you’re seeing. it feels simple, light. no constant walls or sharp remarks.

you feel eyes burning into you before you even look up.

yolanda’s across the bay, arms folded tight, jaw clenched so hard the muscle jumps. her gaze flicks between you and trinity, narrowing every time you laugh. when trinity says something that makes you chuckle again, yolanda spins around and stalks off toward the back hallway without a word. the tension in her shoulders is impossible to miss.

you slip into the supply closet later for more gauze and tubing. the door barely shuts before it opens again. yolanda steps in, filling the small space instantly. she doesn’t even pretend she needs anything. she just stands there, breathing heavier than usual, staring at you.

“flirting on the clock now?” she starts, voice low and edged. “looked real cozy with santos. you really trying to piss me off or is this your new thing?”

you set the box of gloves down slowly, turning to face her. “seriously? you’ve been an asshole to me for weeks, yolanda. i bring you protein bars, i try to be nice when i know you’re stressed, and you just keep being a dick about it. acting like me being nice is some personal attack. so yeah, i talked to someone who doesn’t make me feel like i’m in the way all the time.”

her jaw works like she’s fighting with herself. the silence stretches for a second before she speaks again.

“it’s not that simple,” she mutters. “you coming around all gentle… it messes with my head. gets under my skin. easier to be mean than admit i notice every little thing you do. the way you handle patients, the way you always know what size gloves i need without asking. you know, shit like that.”

you take a small step closer. the air feels thicker now. “so you were jealous.”

“shut up,” she says, but there’s barely any bite left in it. her eyes drop to your mouth, linger, then drag back up. “don’t go batting your eyes at santos just to get back at me.”

you step closer instead of answering. close enough that you can smell the faint antiseptic on her scrubs mixed with something warmer, like her skin after a long day. she doesn’t move away. when you reach up and brush your knuckles against her cheekbone she exhales hard through her nose.

“you get on my nerves,” she mutters, but her hand comes up to grip your waist, thumb pressing in like she needs to hold on.

“yeah? then why are you trapping me in a supply room?”

she doesn’t answer with words. instead she backs you against the shelves, careful enough not to knock anything over but firm. her mouth finds yours rough at first, like she’s been holding it back too long. you kiss her back just as hungry, hands sliding under her scrub top to feel the warm skin of her stomach. she’s solid, muscles shifting under your palms.

yolanda makes this low sound when your fingers dip lower, tracing the waistband of her scrubs. she’s hard already, the outline pressing against the fabric obvious when you palm her through it. “shit,” she breathes against your lips. “you really gonna do this here?”

“you started it.” you sink down slowly, knees hitting the cool tile. you tug her scrubs and underwear down enough to free her, her cock springing up thick and flushed at the tip. she’s breathing heavier now, one hand braced on the shelf above you, breathing shaky as you wrap your hand around her and stroke lazily, her other hand is hovering near your head like she doesn’t know if she should touch.

you take her into your mouth slow at first, tongue sliding along the underside. she groans deep, fingers finally threading into your hair. you suck her steadily, hollowing your cheeks, taking her deeper until she hits the back of your throat. the wet sounds fill the tiny closet and she rocks into your mouth carefully at first, then a little rougher as you encourage her with your hand squeezing her hip.

“fuck… just like that,” she breathes. “bet santos couldn’t get you on your knees like this. all that talk and she’d probably fumble.”

you hum around her, looking up through watery eyes. that seems to break something in her. her grip tightens in your hair as she starts thrusting shallowly into your mouth. spit starts dripping down your chin, hand working what you can’t swallow. her breathing gets ragged, low grunts slipping out.

“gonna come,” she warns, voice tight like she’s embarrassed by how fast she’s going to cum, how strongly her body reacts to you. you don’t pull away, you suck harder instead. she cums with a choked groan, hips jerking as she spills down your throat. you swallow every bit, working her through it until her hips stops stuttering and she eases back, chest heaving.

she pulls you up almost immediately, kissing you while her hands are already shoving your scrub pants and underwear down your hips in one rough motion. she spins you around, pressing your front against the cold shelves.

“yol-” you start, but she cuts you off by pushing one thick finger inside you with a deep, small chuckle. you gasp sharply, hands scrambling against the metal.

she doesn’t go slow. she fucks you hard with her finger, curling it mean until your legs shake. the slick, wet sounds are loud in the tiny closet, obscene and impossible to ignore.

“so fucking wet,” she growls against your ear. “this all for me? not santos, i bet.”

you moan, pushing back against her hand desperately. “shit- yolanda-“

she adds a second finger suddenly, stretching you. the burn is intense and perfect at the same time. her body presses flush to your back while she grinds lightly into you with every thrust of her fingers.

“say it,” she whispers, lips brushing your ear. “tell me you want me more than whatever bullshit she’s offering.”

you whimper, hips rocking back to meet her rough thrusts. “i want- fuck… i want you. only you, please.”

her free hand yanks your scrub top and bra up, palming your breast before pinching your nipple just right, rolling it between her fingers. every thrust hits perfect, building that tight coil fast and overwhelming. she keeps talking low, the jealousy making everything hotter.

“you’re mine to be mean to,” she mutters, voice rough against your neck. “mine to fix when i fuck up. not hers. never hers.”

you bite your fist to stay quiet, thighs trembling as she keeps pounding her fingers into you. the pleasure coils tighter and tighter until it snaps. you come hard around her fingers, clenching down violently, moaning her name louder than intended, yolanda quickly cover your mouth with her palm, holding it there firm as your hips jerk uncontrollably. she doesn’t stop, she keeps going until you’re shaking and whimpering, oversensitive and breathless.

only then does she slowly ease her fingers out. you’re still panting, forehead pressed to the shelf, legs barely holding you up. she turns you around gently this time, kissing you slower, her hands roaming over your body, squeezing everywhere like she can’t get enough of you.

after a minute she helps you pull your pants back up, smoothing your top down with surprisingly careful hands. the reality of the hospital just outside the door starts creeping back in.

“don’t flirt with santos anymore,” she says quietly, voice still a little rough.

you let out a shaky laugh, still catching your breath. “only if you stop being such a mean asshole.”

she huffs, the corner of her mouth twitching. “yeah… i can do nice.”

she checks the hallway before letting you slip out first. you glance back once and catch her watching you leave, like she’s making sure you don’t walk towards trinity.

[returnofeternity]

fem r sending tfem cassie naughty pics while she’s at work👀 which ends in cassie breeding her with her cock as soon as she gets home🤤

cassie opening up your message, expecting it to be another one of your needy paragraphs, only for her to be blessed with the sight of your boobs. she gets this grin on her face, one that you would tease her about if you could see it. in the middle of her replying, you send another picture. only this time, it's of you spreading your pussy lips open. that grin gets wiped off her face, replaced with a dazed sort of look. her mouth starts watering while she analyzes the photo closely, and she totally forgets that she's leaning against dana's desk, where anyone could peek over her shoulder and see you like this. her boxers start to feel tight around her cock, which aches for you.

she nearly drops her phone when samira approaches and starts talking to her. cassie quickly shuts her phone off and pretends like she's not semi-hard and going dumb with horniness. a half-assed attempt to converse with samira goes horribly because the only thing running through her mind is you, and she starts stuttering.

thinking about cassie palming herself while looking at your pictures...cassie typing with one hand, telling you to send her more.

cassie in the breakroom, subtly rubbing her bulge against the counter while she thinks about that video you sent her. having to force herself off before she gets carried away and fucks the counter 😭

cassie, who hears her phone buzz with a notification while she's with a patient, her hand itching to dig into her pocket to pull it out because she knows it's you sending her naughty videos and pictures.

cassie sending you a video of her cock erupting with cum <3 hearing cassie moan quietly in the video, whispering that you're gonna be bred and filled with her cum when she gets home, so you better be wet and ready for her.

hearing cassie walk through the front door while you're in the bedroom, face down, ass up, and feeling your stomach flip with excitement. your already drooling so much from your pussy, and you can feel yourself gush even more when you hear the sound of the doorknob rattle.

cassie's greeted with the most wonderful sight ever.

she licks her lips at your position, hands hurriedly yanking her scrub bottoms down to release her hard, fat cock. she tells you that you're a good girl for being ready for her, and that you'll be rewarded for it.

cassie collecting your wetness and smearing it on her cock to lube it up before entering you, both of you moaning in unison as she sinks inside. the slight pain and stretch as she bottoms out, gripping her cock so tightly, making cassie lightheaded. she gives you about a second to adjust to her size before she starts slamming her hips inside of you. it makes your body lurch forward, and you face plant into your pillow, moaning out her name as her cock fills you up. she holds on tightly to your hips, helping you up as she slams her cock deep inside, making you feel her deep in your stomach.

it doesn't take long for her to cum, and she tells you that you got her so worked up during work with those naughty pictures you sent. she pulls your hips against hers as she ejaculates inside of you, making sure you feel her warm rope shoot deep inside. you start to drool a little at how good her cock feels as it twitches inside of you, and you purposefully clench around her to milk as much cum as you can.

needing to take a little break because she gets soft after her first orgasm @__@ making out with her, groping her, telling her how you thought about her while edging yourself, asking if she can recreate your fantasies once she gets it back up <3 even when she's soft, she leaks, and she makes sure she leaks into or on your pussy so she can push it in with her fingers <3

being bred over and over until she's shooting blanks and until she can't fuck her cum back into you because it's spilling out :( maybeeee pervert cassie snapping pics of her cum leaking out of you...sending you those pics the next time you start teasing her and sending her nudes at work.

[barqns]

── ⊹ ࣪ ˖ SILVER ON HER SKIN ‧₊˚

headcanons〈 cassie lets you wrap her necklace around her cock before you stroke her apart slowly in your hand

tfem!cassie who who ends up completely spread out beneath you on the bed, thighs open while you kneel between them. her cock is already hard before you even touch it properly, flushed pink at the tip and darker near the base, thick enough that your hand feels almost small wrapped around it. soft veins run along the underside, twitching every couple seconds whenever she watches you look at her too long. there’s already precum leaking slowly from the slit, glossy enough to catch the bedroom light while it slides down the head in slow little streaks.

tfem!cassie who notices you staring and immediately gets shy about it despite how hard she’s trying to act composed. she lets out this breathy little laugh that breaks apart into a shaky exhale the second your thumb brushes underneath her cock. her hips twitch upward into your hand instinctively, cock jerking once against her stomach while her thighs spread wider without her even realizing she’s doing it.

tfem!cassie who watches you unclip the chain from around her neck with blown pupils and parted lips, chest rising slower and deeper the closer your hands get to her cock. the metal’s warm from sitting against her skin all night, silver links slipping through your fingers while cassie shifts impatiently beneath you. the second you press the chain against the underside of her cock, she visibly shudders. stomach tightening beneath her shirt while a quiet moan slips out before she can stop it.

tfem!cassie who can barely keep still while you start wrapping the chain slowly around the base. once around. twice. careful enough not to hurt her, just enough pressure to make every pulse of her cock feel stronger. the silver looks filthy against her flushed skin once more precum starts leaking down over the links, coating the metal in a slick shine while cassie watches with completely glassy eyes.

tfem!cassie who lets out the filthiest sound the moment your hand finally closes around her properly. your fist strokes slowly from base to tip, chain shifting underneath your grip every time you move. the metal drags against sensitive skin in the best possible way, making her cock twitch hard in your palm while her thighs spread even wider across the sheets. precum smears everywhere almost immediately — over your fingers, over the chain, down the underside of her cock until everything looks wet and messy beneath your hand.

tfem!cassie who throws her head back against the pillows with another broken moan when you tighten your grip slightly near the base. the chain presses deeper against her while your wrist twists near the tip, making her hips jerk helplessly upward into your palm. she tries to stay still for you and fails instantly, cock throbbing heavily in your hand every time you stroke her slower.

tfem!cassie who completely loses any ability to stay composed once you settle into a steady rhythm. she tries so hard to keep eye contact with you at first, cheeks pink and lips parted around quiet breaths, but it falls apart embarrassingly fast. soon her eyes are glued to your hand instead, completely mesmerized by the sight of your fingers pumping over her cock while silver links glint wetly beneath your grip. every little movement makes her react.

tfem!cassie who can’t stop making noise once you start thumbing over the slit every few strokes. every drag of your thumb spreads more precum over the sensitive head, making her cock jerk hard while breathy moans keep spilling out of her mouth louder and louder. the sounds in the room get filthy fast too — wet strokes, quiet clicks from the chain shifting, shaky gasps every time your hand tightens unexpectedly around her.

tfem!cassie who who gets impossibly sensitive the closer she gets. her cock pulses heavily in your hand every few seconds, hot and twitching while more precum keeps leaking down over your knuckles. her thighs tremble harder the faster you stroke her, abs tightening visibly beneath flushed skin while one of her hands grabs your wrist hard enough to sting. not to stop you. just because she physically needs something to hold onto while pleasure keeps building harder and harder inside her.

tfem!cassie who who starts thrusting helplessly up into your hand without even realizing it, desperate for more friction while the chain shifts tighter around the base with every movement. every pulse of her cock makes the silver drag against sensitive skin again, pulling another shaky whine from her throat. by this point she’s completely ruined — curls stuck to her forehead, chest flushed pink, lips wet from how hard she’s been biting them trying not to moan too loudly.

tfem!cassie who finally breaks apart with a cracked moan the second you speed your hand up just a little. her hips stutter uncontrollably into your palm while her cock jerks hard in your grip, release spilling hot across your fingers and the silver chain wrapped around the base. she keeps twitching through it, cock pulsing over and over while you keep stroking her slower through every shuddering wave of pleasure.

tfem!cassie who can barely even look at you afterward because she’s so overwhelmed. the chain glistens wetly against flushed skin now, sticking slightly where precum and cum coat the silver links while her cock twitches weakly in your hand. she just collapses back against the pillows breathing hard, thighs still spread open for you while her cheeks burn pink from how completely wrecked your hand alone managed to make her.

[barqns]

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓 ⸺ cassie mckay

✦ ﹙ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ﹚after a brutal hospital shift, cassie comes home exhausted, needy, and completely worked up after spending all day distracted by the teasing photos you kept sending her. one kiss turns into a messy night of black lace, dirty confessions, and cassie completely falling apart beneath you. 18k

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Cassie’s shift starts spiralling before noon even hits. The emergency department is already loud by ten thirty in the morning, monitors beeping nonstop somewhere down the hall while stretchers squeak across polished floors and nurses call out medication orders over each other.

Fluorescent lights burn harshly overhead, making the exhaustion behind Cassie’s eyes feel sharper every passing hour. She barely has enough time to shove a pair of gloves on before another patient gets wheeled through the trauma bay doors.

An older man can’t breathe properly after collapsing in a grocery store aisle. A teenager comes in crying with her wrist bent at an angle that makes Cassie’s stomach twist. Somebody else is vomiting into a plastic bag while demanding to know why nobody has seen them yet.

The entire department smells like antiseptic wipes, stale coffee, sweat, and something metallic underneath it all that never fully leaves the air. Cassie keeps moving anyway, jaw tight while she rushes between rooms with her clipboard pressed against her chest.

Her silver chain sticks damply against the back of her neck beneath her scrub top while she pushes sweaty hair away from her forehead for what feels like the hundredth time today.

Around midday, she’s standing beside Dana at the nurses station reviewing bloodwork results when her phone suddenly buzzes against the metal countertop beside her. The vibration rattles loudly through the space between them.

Cassie barely glances down at first because she assumes it’s another annoying work notification or Trinity spamming the group chat again. Then she sees your name flash across the screen. Her eyes catch the image preview beneath it and she physically stops processing whatever Dana is saying mid sentence.

You’re sprawled across the bed wearing that black lingerie set she loves most, lace stretched tightly over your tits while the thin straps barely hold anything in place properly. Even through the tiny preview, she can tell you’ve arched your back on purpose for the picture.

Cassie’s tongue presses slowly against the inside of her cheek while heat crawls instantly up the back of her neck. The emergency department noise dulls around her for a second. Dana keeps talking beside her but Cassie doesn’t hear a word because all she can focus on is the soft swell of your chest against black lace.

Then Dana notices she’s gone silent and glances down too. There’s half a second where Dana sees enough skin and lace to immediately understand what’s on the screen before Cassie grabs the phone so fast she nearly knocks over somebody’s coffee beside the computer.

“Seriously?” Dana asks flatly.

Cassie locks the screen instantly and shoves the phone deep into her scrub pocket while her face burns hot beneath the fluorescent lights overhead. “Shut the fuck up,” she mutters under her breath, trying to sound irritated instead of mortified.

Dana only raises an eyebrow harder while flipping casually through another chart beside her like this is the funniest thing she’s seen all week. “Black lace during a shift is nasty work,” she comments without even looking at her this time. Cassie glares at the side of her head so hard it almost hurts.

Her cock gives an embarrassing twitch beneath her slacks at the memory of the photo alone and she immediately shifts her weight slightly behind the nurses station counter. The silver chain around her neck feels suddenly too warm against her skin.

Dana notices the movement instantly and lets out a short laugh beneath her breath. “You look stressed,” she adds innocently. Cassie snatches another patient file off the counter harder than necessary while trying desperately not to think about the image again.

The problem is that she can still picture it perfectly anyway. By the time she reaches trauma two again, your body is burned into the back of her mind so badly she can barely focus on anything else.

The texts keep coming after that. Every time Cassie’s phone buzzes inside her scrub pocket, her stomach tightens automatically before she even checks who it is. She’s washing blood from her hands outside one of the trauma rooms when another message lights up her screen.

waiting for you at home :(

Cassie stares at the text while water runs over her fingers in the sink. Her jaw clenches immediately because she already knows you’re doing this intentionally now. The rest of the afternoon becomes absolute torture.

She’s trying to insert an IV while wondering what you’re wearing underneath the oversized hoodie you stole from her last week. She’s taking patient vitals while imagining her hands pushing those lingerie straps off your shoulders.

She catches herself checking her phone during charting, during rounds, during the thirty seconds she gets alone in the supply closet to breathe. At one point she finally gives in and opens another picture while hidden between shelves of gauze and saline bags.

You’re sitting on the bathroom counter this time with one thigh crossed slowly over the other while your fingers hook teasingly beneath the lace waistband of your panties.

Cassie’s breathing immediately turns uneven. Her cock thickens hard beneath her slacks while she leans back against the storage shelves with one hand dragging tiredly over her face.

Then another text appears underneath the image almost instantly. thinking about your mouth :(

Cassie lets out a low groan before locking the screen again and tipping her head briefly against the wall behind her.

By late evening, exhaustion settles into her bones so heavily it almost makes her feel sick. Her shoulders ache from tension while her patience wears thinner with every passing hour.

Dana keeps glancing at her phone every time it buzzes now with that irritating little smirk that makes Cassie want to throw something at her head. Trinity overhears enough of one conversation to immediately start making things worse too.

“Damn,” Trinity mutters while passing the nurses station, “whatever she sent you must be good because you’ve been acting insane all day.”

Cassie flips her off without even looking up from the chart she’s aggressively pretending to focus on. The truth is she can barely think straight anymore.

Every image you send sits heavy in her mind for hours afterward. Every little teasing caption makes her cock twitch painfully beneath her slacks while she’s trapped under fluorescent lights helping patients and trying to function normally.

By the end of the shift she’s so worked up she physically has to adjust herself while walking down an empty hallway because the pressure against the fabric becomes unbearable. Her chain rests cold against her pulse while she exhales slowly through clenched teeth. She wants to go home so badly it almost hurts.

When her shift finally ends, Cassie pushes through the ambulance bay doors into the cold evening air outside the hospital and immediately feels the exhaustion hit harder. Rainwater still glistens across the pavement from earlier storms while Pittsburgh’s skyline blurs softly beneath fading sunset light in the distance.

She loosens the collar of her scrub top slightly as she walks toward her car, her chain catching briefly against the fabric before slipping back against her chest again.

The second she slides into the driver’s seat, she lets out a long breath and tips her head back against the leather. Silence finally settles around her for the first time all day. Then her phone buzzes again.

Cassie closes her eyes for one irritated second because she already knows it’s you before she even checks. Another picture loads onto the screen. You’re standing in front of the bedroom mirror now wearing one of her hoodies open over the lingerie set, your thighs bare beneath it while your hand rests teasingly against your chest.

miss you, cass <3

Her cock hardens immediately beneath her slacks. “You’re such a fucking brat,” she mutters quietly to herself while staring down at the screen glowing inside the dark car. The problem is that she loves this side of you. Loves knowing you’re sitting at home fully aware of exactly what these photos are doing to her.

The drive home only makes everything worse. Red brake lights smear across the windshield while Cassie sits gripping the steering wheel hard enough for her knuckles to pale. Her slacks feel painfully tight now, cock half hard and aching every time she stops at another intersection.

Every red light gives her another excuse to glance down at the photos again. Every glance makes her breathing heavier. Her chain shifts against her throat every time she swallows.

Then, only ten minutes from home, her phone buzzes one final time from the passenger seat. Cassie grabs it immediately without thinking. hurry home. want your attention :(

Her stomach twists painfully at the text alone before another image loads underneath it. You’re stretched back against the pillows now with the hoodie gone completely, black lace hugging your chest while your fingers disappear teasingly beneath the waistband of your panties. Warm bedside lighting spills softly across your skin while your thighs spread slightly for the camera.

Cassie actually swears out loud this time. Her cock throbs hard beneath her slacks while she shoves her hand down briefly to adjust herself against the restrictive fabric. “Fuck,” she breathes sharply, pulse hammering violently beneath the silver chain resting against her throat.

She can already picture walking through the apartment door. Picture you looking up at her innocently despite knowing exactly what you’ve done to her all fucking day. The second the traffic light turns green, Cassie presses harder on the accelerator and drives home faster than she should.

The closer Cassie gets to home, the quieter her phone becomes. No more teasing notifications lighting up the passenger seat beside her. No more photos. No more smug little captions designed specifically to ruin her concentration.

At first she keeps glancing toward the screen every few minutes anyway, half expecting another message to appear at the next red light, but nothing comes through. The silence somehow affects her worse than the teasing does. Because now she knows exactly what it means. You’re waiting for her.

Probably laid across the bed still wearing that black lace set with your legs kicked lazily beneath the blankets while you wait for the sound of her keys in the front door. The image settles so heavily into Cassie’s mind that her grip tightens around the steering wheel hard enough to ache.

Her slacks feel unbearable now, restrictive fabric pressing tightly against the hard outline between her thighs while traffic crawls painfully slow around her. Every little movement against the seat sends another pulse of pressure through her body.

She exhales shakily through her nose while one hand drops briefly from the steering wheel just to adjust herself again. The second her palm presses against her cock through the fabric, Cassie’s head tips back slightly against the seat with a low strained breath.

“Fuck…” she mutters under her breath, fingers flexing instinctively over herself before she forces her hand away again.

It doesn’t help. If anything it makes the pressure worse. Her cock throbs heavily beneath the fabric of her slacks while her mind keeps replaying every single photo you sent her throughout the shift. The black lace stretched over your chest. Your fingers hooked beneath your panties.

The way you’d written want your attention :( like you hadn’t spent the entire day driving her fucking insane on purpose. Another red light stops traffic ahead and Cassie lets out a frustrated groan while drumming her fingers impatiently against the steering wheel.

Her hips shift against the seat again searching uselessly for relief. The ache between her legs has become impossible to ignore now, warm and heavy and demanding in a way that makes it hard to think properly.

She glances around the dark street automatically even though she already knows nobody’s paying attention to the inside of her car. Rainwater reflects city lights across the windows while distant headlights blur past outside.

Cassie swallows hard before sliding her hand down again. This time she presses her palm more firmly over herself, biting down sharply on the inside of her cheek the second pressure drags against her cock.

Her eyes close briefly. The friction feels pathetic compared to what she actually wants, but it still pulls a low shaky breath from her chest anyway.

“Jesus christ,” she mutters softly to herself.

Her hand lingers there longer this time. Fingers spread over the growing damp patch beneath her slacks while another frustrated pulse of need twists low in her stomach. Cassie knows she should stop. Knows this is fucking ridiculous.

She’s parked at a red light half hard in her car because you sent her a few photos while she was at work. The thought should embarrass her more than it does. Instead it only makes her cock twitch harder beneath her hand.

Another car passes slowly beside her and Cassie immediately pulls her hand away again, heart kicking sharply before she realises they can’t actually see anything through the dark tinted windows.

The light still hasn’t changed. Her breathing grows heavier inside the silence of the car while she stares out at the rain streaking across the windshield. Then, before she can really think herself out of it, Cassie unbuttons her slacks just enough to shove her hand inside. The relief hits instantly.

A strained sound leaves her throat the second her fingers finally wrap around bare skin instead of rough fabric. Her cock is flushed and aching in her palm, leaking enough that her grip slides slightly the moment she strokes herself once.

Cassie’s forehead drops briefly against the steering wheel while she exhales hard through parted lips. “Fuck, baby…” she breathes quietly, voice rougher now.

She only means to touch herself for a second. Just enough to ease some of the pressure building painfully between her legs before she gets home. But the second her hand starts moving properly, Cassie realises how far gone she actually is.

Her hips jerk subtly upward into her grip without permission while another breath catches sharply in her chest. The warm interior of the car suddenly feels suffocating around her. Every drag of her hand over her cock pulls another image of you straight back into her head. Your tits spilling from black lace.

Your thighs spreading for the camera. The teasing little smile you always wear when you know exactly what you’re doing to her. Cassie pumps herself slowly at first, trying desperately to stay controlled despite how sensitive she already feels.

Her cock pulses heavily against her palm while she bites down hard against another moan threatening to escape. It feels wrong. So fucking wrong. Sitting alone in her car somewhere between the hospital and home jerking herself off because she can’t stop thinking about you waiting in bed for her.

But the shame only mixes horribly with the need twisting inside her stomach. The thought of you sitting patiently at home while she touches herself to your photos makes heat flood straight through her body. Cassie’s hand tightens instinctively around herself while her head falls back against the seat again.

Then her phone lights up suddenly beside her from a random work notification and the sharp flash of brightness jolts her back to reality immediately. Cassie curses under her breath and quickly pulls her hand away from herself, chest heaving slightly while she fixes her slacks with clumsy irritated movements.

Her cock aches painfully from the sudden loss of contact. The traffic light ahead finally shifts green at the exact same moment and the cars around her begin moving again. Cassie grips the steering wheel tightly with both hands this time, forcing herself to focus on the road despite how badly her body still throbs for release.

Her skin feels too warm. Her slacks sit uncomfortably against the lingering sensitivity between her thighs. She can still feel the slick warmth of precum against her palm even after wiping her hand roughly against the inside of her scrub jacket. By the time she turns onto your street a few minutes later, Cassie’s pulse is hammering so violently she swears she can feel it everywhere.

The lights inside the apartment glow softly through the windows upstairs. She stares at them for one long second after parking the car. Then she grabs her keys and practically shoves herself out into the cold night air before she completely loses whatever control she still has left.

You hear Cassie before you see her. The sound reaches you faintly through the bedroom window first — a car door slamming somewhere outside the apartment building hard enough to echo through the quiet street below.

Your eyes immediately flick toward the bedroom door even though you’re still stretched comfortably across the bed, phone resting loosely against your stomach while warm golden light from the bedside lamp spills softly across the sheets.

The black lace lingerie is still clinging to your body exactly the way it had been all evening, the straps sitting perfectly against your skin after hours of carefully teasing Cassie with photos she was never supposed to survive seeing during a twelve hour hospital shift.

You’ve been waiting for her for almost half an hour now, anticipation sitting low and warm in your stomach every time headlights pass outside the apartment windows. Then you hear the familiar metallic jingle of keys outside the front door.

Not calm either. Frustrated. Clumsy. Like Cassie’s trying to unlock the apartment while half distracted by something else entirely. There’s another loud shuffle followed by a muffled “fuck’s sake” from the hallway before the lock finally clicks open sharply.

The front door slams shut almost immediately afterward with enough force to make you smile to yourself against the pillows because you already know exactly what kind of mood she’s in.

Cassie doesn’t call out for you when she gets home tonight. Usually she does. Usually there’s a tired “baby?” from somewhere near the kitchen while she kicks off her shoes or drops her keys into the bowl beside the door.

Tonight the apartment stays completely silent except for the heavy sound of her footsteps moving through the hallway toward the bedroom. You can practically hear the exhaustion in them. Slow but impatient somehow at the same time.

The closer she gets, the harder your heartbeat starts kicking against your ribs in anticipation. You shift slightly against the mattress, thighs brushing together beneath the blankets while your fingers toy absentmindedly with the edge of the lace bra still hugging your chest.

Then Cassie finally appears in the doorway. The second she sees you, she stops moving entirely. Her body physically stills right there beneath the soft light spilling from the bedroom while her eyes drag slowly over you from head to toe.

She looks exhausted in the prettiest way possible. Her dark hair is messy from repeatedly dragging her hands through it all day, strands curling damply around her forehead after twelve straight hours beneath fluorescent hospital lights.

Her scrub top is slightly wrinkled and untucked at one side while the sleeves sit pushed halfway up her forearms like she stopped caring how she looked hours ago. Tension still clings visibly to her body even now, shoulders tight beneath tired muscles while she stares at you like she’s trying desperately not to completely lose control the second she walks into the room.

And god, the look on her face nearly does something dangerous to you.

Because Cassie looks wrecked already.

Not angry exactly. Not even irritated anymore despite how much she clearly wants to pretend she is. She just looks overwhelmed by you. Her eyes lock onto the black lace stretched tightly across your chest almost immediately, and you actually watch the moment her throat moves when she swallows hard.

The room stays silent for several long seconds while she stands there staring at you across the bed, breathing slightly heavier than she should be after simply walking upstairs. Your gaze drifts slowly over her body in return. The dark navy slacks hugging her hips still sit low enough for you to notice how tense her thighs look beneath the fabric.

Her hospital ID badge hangs crookedly from one pocket after clearly being shoved there carelessly at the end of her shift. Even from across the room you can see exhaustion sitting behind her eyes, but underneath it there’s something far warmer and far more dangerous now that she’s finally home with you instead of trapped at work all day.

“Hi,” you say softly into the silence. Cassie lets out a sharp breath through her nose like the sound of your voice alone physically affects her. Then she drops her bag heavily beside the bedroom door without ever taking her eyes off your body. “You’re an asshole,” she mutters finally, voice rough and low from exhaustion.

You can’t help smiling a little at that.

“You liked the photos,” you answer sweetly.

Cassie actually laughs once beneath her breath, but there’s absolutely nothing light in the sound. It comes out strained and exhausted while she reaches up to drag one tired hand slowly across her face. The movement pulls her scrub top slightly tighter across her shoulders for a second before she exhales heavily again.

“Liked them?” she repeats flatly. “I spent twelve hours trying not to lose my fucking mind because of you.” The words send warmth curling lower in your stomach immediately. Especially because she sounds genuinely frustrated by it.

Cassie’s eyes lower toward your chest again before she can stop herself, and this time you deliberately shift slightly against the pillows just to watch her reaction. The lace bra strains tighter instantly. Her jaw visibly clenches.

You notice the exact moment her eyes darken while taking in the soft curve of your tits threatening to spill over the tops of the cups every time you breathe.

She catches herself staring after a few seconds and drags her gaze upward again, but by then the damage is already done. You can practically feel the tension thickening in the room between you both now.

“You look tense,” you murmur softly while tilting your head against the pillows. Cassie scoffs immediately at the understatement of the century. “Tense,” she repeats while shaking her head slowly. “Dana saw the first fucking photo you sent me.”

Your eyes widen instantly before a laugh slips out despite yourself.

Cassie’s glare sharpens immediately the second she hears it.

“I’m serious,” she mutters while stepping further into the bedroom finally. “She saw enough to know exactly what it was.” Another laugh threatens to escape you but you bite it back this time after seeing the exhausted irritation still sitting beneath her expression. Cassie notices your effort anyway and narrows her eyes harder.

“Then Trinity overhears Dana making fun of me,” she continues while unbuttoning the cuffs of her scrub sleeves with rough impatient movements. “So now apparently the entire emergency department knows my girlfriend sends me tit pics during trauma rounds.”

You laugh again anyway at that point because the image of Dana teasing Cassie all shift is impossible not to find funny. Cassie lets out another exhausted breath while shaking her head slowly to herself.

“You think this is cute,” she mutters darkly. “Meanwhile I’m sitting in a supply closet half hard trying to answer patient charts like a normal person.”

The words immediately pull your attention lower. Your eyes drift instinctively toward the front of her slacks before you can stop yourself. Cassie notices right away. Of course she does. Her expression shifts subtly the second she catches you staring.

Suddenly the exhaustion in her face mixes with something heavier. Needier. The outline pressing against the front of her slacks is impossible to miss now that you’re actually looking for it, fabric stretched visibly tighter than it should be after the drive home.

The second your eyes linger there too long, Cassie exhales sharply through her nose again like she’s hanging onto patience by a thread.

“You have any idea what you fucking did to me tonight?” she asks quietly.

The softness in her voice somehow feels more dangerous than if she’d snapped at you instead.

You stay stretched across the bed for another second longer on purpose, pretending to think about the question while your fingers slowly trail over the lace sitting against your stomach. Cassie watches the movement so intensely it almost makes your pulse stutter.

She looks exhausted and overwhelmed and painfully worked up all at once standing there beneath the bedroom light while staring at you like she’s starving for something.

The silence drags out another few seconds before her tongue presses slowly against the inside of her cheek. Then she suddenly laughs once under her breath and shakes her head at herself like she can’t believe what she’s about to admit.

“I had to pull over at a red light on the drive home,” she says quietly.

Your breath catches instantly.

Cassie notices that too.

“I was so fucking hard I couldn’t think straight anymore,” she continues, voice rougher now while one hand settles against her hip. “I kept looking at those pictures you sent me and…” She exhales sharply before dragging a tired hand back through her hair again.

“I palmed myself through my slacks first. Tried to ignore it.” Your stomach twists warmly while you stare at her across the room. Cassie’s face burns slightly red beneath the bedroom light now, embarrassment mixing visibly with frustration while she avoids your eyes for half a second.

“Didn’t work,” she mutters. “So I ended up pulling my cock out in the fucking car like some pathetic asshole because I needed the pressure to stop.” The confession settles heavily into the room between you both.

You can practically picture it instantly — Cassie alone in the driver’s seat with one hand shoved inside her slacks while traffic lights glow red outside the windshield. Her breathing uneven.

Her cock flushed and leaking in her palm while she jerks herself off thinking about you waiting at home in black lace. The image alone sends heat rushing straight through your body.

Cassie finally looks back up at you after a second and immediately notices the effect her words have had on you.

“You like that?” she asks quietly.

You can’t even answer right away.

Because now all you can think about is Cassie gripping herself in the car while your photos glow against the dashboard beside her. The thought of her being that needy because of you makes your thighs press together instinctively beneath the blankets. Cassie’s eyes immediately drop to the movement.

Her jaw tightens again. “Yeah,” she murmurs softly after a few seconds, watching you carefully now. “That’s exactly the fucking problem.” Then she reaches down toward the waistband of her slacks with visibly thinning patience while keeping her eyes fixed entirely on you. “You gonna keep teasing me,” she asks quietly, voice rough around the edges now, “or are you gonna come help me?”

A soft giggle slips out of you before you can stop it, the sound quiet and breathy in the warm bedroom air while Cassie watches you from across the room like she’s hanging on by the last thread of her patience. The expression on her face only makes it harder not to tease her.

Exhaustion still clings to every inch of her body after the shift from hell she’s had, but underneath it there’s something far more dangerous now — this needy, frustrated desperation she keeps trying and failing to hide from you.

You hum softly instead of answering her question right away, dragging your teeth lightly across your bottom lip while your eyes stay fixed on hers. Cassie’s jaw tightens almost immediately at the sound. The room feels thick with tension now, heavy enough that you swear you can hear both your breathing between the silence stretching across the bedroom.

You know exactly what she wants. More importantly, you know exactly how badly she wants it after spending the entire day worked up over your photos.

The knowledge settles warmly into your stomach while you slowly shift beneath the blankets, deliberately taking your time because you can physically see how every second of waiting affects her. Cassie’s eyes track every tiny movement your body makes against the sheets.

Then you finally push yourself up onto your hands and knees.

The blankets slide slowly down your body as you move, exposing more soft skin inch by inch while Cassie visibly stills in the doorway watching you. You crawl toward the edge of the bed slowly enough that every movement feels intentional, lace brushing softly against your skin while your knees drag across the mattress beneath you.

Your back arches naturally as you move, pushing your ass upward slightly with each slow crawl forward until the black lace panties stretch tighter across your hips. The movement isn’t even fully conscious at first. It just happens because you know Cassie is watching.

Know her eyes are glued to the curve of your body right now while she stands there practically breathless from the sight of you moving toward her. The soft mattress dips beneath your weight every time you shift closer to the edge, and by the time you finally stop near the foot of the bed, your chest is rising slightly faster than before too.

You glance up through your lashes toward Cassie while staying on your knees, one hand smoothing slowly over the blankets beneath you. Her eyes immediately drag lower again the second your back arches further. The expression on her face makes heat rush instantly between your thighs.

Because Cassie looks absolutely ruined by the sight of you.

Her breathing has grown noticeably heavier now, chest rising slowly beneath the wrinkled scrub top still clinging to her body while her eyes stay locked onto your ass like she physically can’t look anywhere else. You watch the exact moment her mouth parts slightly. Watch her fingers flex uselessly at her sides like she’s resisting the urge to grab you already.

Something about that reaction alone makes another wave of confidence settle warmly through your body. You like doing this to her. Like knowing she’s spent the entire day frustrated and needy because of you.

Like watching all that attitude and composure slowly crack apart now that she’s finally alone with you instead of trapped beneath fluorescent hospital lights pretending to function normally.

Your heartbeat kicks harder in your chest while you shift your knees slightly wider apart on the mattress, back still deeply arched as your ass presses subtly higher into the air. Cassie actually lets out a strained breath at the movement. “Jesus fucking christ,” she mutters quietly under her breath while one hand drags tiredly down over her face again. But her eyes never leave you for even a second.

The power of that realisation settles heavily into your stomach.

You have her exactly where you want her right now.

The thought alone makes you smile softly to yourself while your fingers curl slowly against the edge of the mattress. Cassie’s standing there exhausted and visibly aching for you after touching herself in the car because she physically couldn’t handle another second without relief, and now she’s watching you crawl toward her in lingerie she spent all day imagining ripping off your body.

The entire situation feels almost unfair in your favour. You tilt your head slightly while staring up at her from the edge of the bed before finally crooking one finger toward her in a slow silent gesture. The movement feels small but intimate somehow. Like you’re specifically beckoning her closer to you instead of simply asking her to move. Cassie’s reaction is immediate.

Her eyes darken visibly while her tongue presses hard against the inside of her cheek again. For a second she doesn’t move at all, almost like she’s trying to process the sight in front of her properly before she completely loses whatever restraint she still has left. Then she finally takes one slow step closer toward the bed. The muscles in her thighs tense beneath her slacks as she moves.

Your stomach twists warmly at the sight of her obeying you so easily.

Especially because Cassie usually hates being the one giving in first.

But tonight she looks too needy to keep pretending otherwise. The second she reaches the edge of the mattress, you can see the outline pressing thick and heavy against the front of her slacks again, fabric stretched tighter than before from how hard she still is. Your eyes lower instinctively toward it while your pulse skips hard inside your chest. Cassie notices immediately.

“Don’t start,” she warns softly, though the weakness in her voice ruins any real authority behind the words. You almost giggle again at that. Instead you lean back slightly onto your heels while keeping your back arched, hands smoothing slowly up your thighs over the black lace. Cassie’s breathing visibly stutters the second your fingers disappear briefly beneath the hem of your panties before sliding back out again.

The warm bedroom light catches against her face beautifully from this angle, illuminating every exhausted detail — messy hair, flushed skin, dark eyes completely blown wide with want while she stares down at you like she’s starving.

Your own thoughts feel warm and hazy now too. Part of you can’t stop replaying her confession from earlier about touching herself in the car while thinking about your photos. The image alone keeps sending little flashes of heat through your body every few seconds.

And Cassie can tell exactly what you’re thinking too.

“You’re doing that thing again,” she murmurs quietly.

You blink up at her innocently. “What thing?”

“That look.” Cassie exhales shakily before stepping even closer until her knees brush lightly against the edge of the mattress. “The one where I can literally see you getting ideas.” The low roughness in her voice sends another pulse of warmth through you immediately.

You smile softly without answering while your fingers curl slowly around the edge of the bedspread again. Cassie’s eyes drag over your body one more time before finally settling on your face. The tension between you both feels almost unbearable now, thick enough that even the smallest movements suddenly feel intimate.

Your chest rises slowly with each breath while Cassie’s hands twitch faintly at her sides again like she’s struggling not to touch you before you let her. The thought makes you arch your back slightly deeper without even meaning to.

Cassie actually groans softly at the sight, head tipping back briefly toward the ceiling like she’s physically suffering through this. Then her eyes lock onto yours again, dark and exhausted and desperate all at once. “Baby,” she says quietly, voice rough enough to send heat straight through your stomach, “if you keep looking at me like that, I’m not gonna last much longer.”

You don’t answer her with words.

You just keep staring up at her for another quiet second while your heartbeat presses harder against your ribs, warmth pooling low in your stomach at the completely wrecked look on Cassie’s face. Then you slowly lean back onto your heels again, thighs spreading slightly wider against the mattress while your fingers slide carefully over the blankets toward her.

Cassie’s eyes immediately track the movement. Every inch of tension in her body visibly sharpens the second your hands finally leave the bed and settle lightly against the front of her slacks instead. The contact pulls a sharp breath straight from her chest. You feel the heat of her immediately through the fabric.

Thick and heavy beneath your palms, still hard enough that the outline strains visibly against the dark navy material while your fingers press slowly over her. Cassie’s head drops slightly forward as if the feeling physically knocks something loose inside her brain.

A low sound leaves her throat before she can stop it, somewhere between a groan and a shaky exhale, and hearing it makes heat flash straight between your thighs. Your own breathing grows uneven while you continue touching her slowly, palms smoothing over the tense shape beneath the fabric like you’re trying to memorise every inch of her through your hands alone.

“Fuck…” Cassie breathes quietly.

The word sounds wrecked already.

You can physically feel her twitch beneath your touch when your fingers curl slightly against her through the slacks, and the reaction alone nearly makes you dizzy with how much power it gives you over her. Cassie’s hands twitch faintly at her sides again before finally landing against the edge of the mattress beside your knees, fingers gripping tightly enough to wrinkle the sheets beneath them.

She looks down at you with flushed cheeks and parted lips while you stay kneeling between her legs exactly where she wants you most. The black lace digs softly into your skin every time you shift against the mattress, your chest rising slightly faster now while your hands continue palming her slowly through the fabric.

You can tell she’s sensitive already. Every tiny movement pulls another reaction from her immediately. Her thighs tense beneath your touch. Her breathing catches every few seconds. Even the smallest pressure against her cock makes her jaw tighten visibly while her eyes stay locked on your face like she’s terrified of missing a single expression.

The memory of her confessing she touched herself in the car flashes hotly through your head again, and suddenly you can’t stop imagining Cassie sitting alone at a red light with her hand wrapped around herself because she physically couldn’t handle wanting you anymore.

The thought makes your fingers press harder against her.

Cassie’s head drops back instantly with a rough groan.

“Baby,” she mutters warningly, voice strained now.

You only hum softly in response while your palms continue dragging slowly over the front of her slacks. The fabric feels warm beneath your hands from body heat and tension, and the more you touch her, the more obvious it becomes how worked up she still is. She’s absolutely aching beneath your palms.

Your eyes flick upward through your lashes toward her face again while your fingers deliberately press along the length of her cock through the fabric. Cassie physically jolts from it. Her hips twitch subtly forward before she catches herself, clearly embarrassed by how fast her body reacts to you touching her.

The reaction alone sends another rush of warmth flooding through your chest. You like seeing her like this far too much. Usually Cassie’s all attitude and sharp comments and smug little smirks whenever she gets needy, but tonight she just looks overwhelmed.

Exhausted enough that all the walls she normally keeps up around you are hanging by threads now. “You’re so hard,” you murmur softly without thinking. Cassie immediately lets out another breath through clenched teeth while one hand lifts briefly to cover her eyes. “No shit,” she mutters.

A small laugh slips out of you before your fingers hook slowly beneath the waistband of her slacks.

The movement alone makes Cassie freeze completely.

Her hand drops from her face instantly while her eyes lock onto yours again with sudden intensity. You can practically feel the anticipation radiating off her body now. The bedroom falls quiet except for the soft sound of uneven breathing between both of you while your fingertips tease just barely beneath the waistband without pulling anything down yet. Cassie’s pulse visibly jumps in her throat.

Her chest rises hard beneath the wrinkled scrub top while she watches your every movement like she’s trying not to completely fall apart before you even really start touching her properly.

The power of that realisation settles warmly through your body again. You’re fully aware now that you could probably make her come embarrassingly fast if you wanted to.

Especially after the shift she’s had. Especially after her pathetic little confession about touching herself in the car because she couldn’t wait another second to get home to you. The thought makes another smile tug lightly at your mouth. Cassie notices immediately and groans softly under her breath. “Don’t fucking smile like that,” she mutters weakly. “You look way too pleased with yourself right now.”

You are pleased with yourself.

And she knows it.

Your fingers finally slip lower beneath the waistband just enough to brush lightly against warm bare skin, and Cassie’s entire body visibly tightens from the contact. The sharp inhale she takes sounds almost shaky this time.

You can feel how warm she is already beneath your fingertips. Sensitive too. The memory of her touching herself in the car clearly hasn’t faded from her body at all because even this tiny amount of contact has her visibly struggling to keep herself together. Your own stomach twists tighter at the reaction.

You shift slightly closer on your knees without pulling your eyes from hers, lace brushing softly against your thighs while Cassie stares down at you with this exhausted desperate expression that almost makes you melt a little beneath all the teasing.

Almost. Because the other part of you wants to drag this out for as long as possible now that you finally have her exactly like this. Breathless. Frustrated.

Completely consumed by you. Your palm slides slowly over her again beneath the waistband, finally giving her a little more pressure after making her wait so long, and Cassie’s eyes close immediately with a strained groan. “Jesus christ,” she breathes quietly while her grip tightens hard against the sheets beside you.

Then her gaze drops heavily toward your chest again, lingering openly on the lace stretched over your tits before dragging back up toward your face. “You have no idea what seeing you like this is doing to me,” she says softly, voice rough enough to make heat flood straight through your body all over again.

Cassie swears she can physically feel herself getting harder from the way you’re looking at her alone.

The expression on your face is enough to completely ruin whatever composure she still has left. You’re kneeling in front of her on the bed in black lace with your hands beneath the waistband of her slacks, eyes dark and heavy while you stare at the outline straining beneath the fabric like you’re genuinely hungry for her. It hits Cassie all at once just how affected you are too.

Your breathing has gone softer and uneven. Your thighs keep pressing together subtly every few seconds against the mattress. Even the way you’re biting lightly at your bottom lip while palming her tells her exactly what she’s doing to you in return. The realisation sends another pulse straight through her cock hard enough to make her groan quietly beneath her breath.

“Fuck, baby…” she mutters weakly, fingers gripping harder against the edge of the mattress beside your knees. Her entire body feels too hot now. Too tight.

She’s exhausted from the shift, overstimulated from wanting you all day, and somehow still painfully hard enough that even the fabric brushing against her cock feels overwhelming. Then you finally answer her.

“I think I have a pretty good idea,” you murmur softly.

The words settle low and warm inside Cassie’s stomach instantly.

Especially because your voice sounds affected too.

Your fingers hook more firmly beneath the waistband of her slacks while your eyes stay locked on hers, and Cassie’s breath catches immediately when you start pulling the fabric downward inch by inch. The movement feels painfully slow. Torturously slow.

Her pulse pounds heavily in her throat while she watches you carefully drag both her slacks and boxers down over her hips at the same time. Cool air immediately hits flushed sensitive skin the second her cock springs free from the fabric, thick and already leaking enough that the tip glistens softly beneath the warm bedroom light. Cassie actually exhales shakily from the relief of finally being free from the restrictive pressure of her clothes.

Her cock throbs heavily against her stomach while you stare down at her in complete silence for a second too long. The look on your face almost fucking kills her.

Your lips part slightly while your eyes drag slowly over her cock with this openly hungry expression that makes heat shoot straight through Cassie’s entire body.

She physically watches you swallow. Then your teeth sink lightly into your bottom lip again, and Cassie notices the exact moment your mouth starts watering from the sight of her.

“Jesus christ,” she breathes softly.

Because you look just as gone as she feels.

Your eyes stay fixed on her cock while one of your hands settles lightly against her thigh for balance, fingers smoothing slowly over tense muscle beneath your touch. Cassie’s cock twitches visibly from the contact alone.

You can see the flush spreading warmly along the length of her. See the precum already gathering heavily at the swollen tip after everything she’s put herself through tonight. The sight makes warmth flood instantly between your thighs. Cassie notices immediately too. Of course she does.

She notices the way your breathing changes. Notices how your eyes linger on her cock like you physically can’t stop staring at it now that it’s finally free. Notices the soft shine gathering along your lower lip where you’ve been biting it too much.

“You’ve been thinking about this all day too, huh?” Cassie asks quietly, voice rough and strained while she watches your expression carefully. Your eyes flick upward toward hers through your lashes and the look alone almost makes her lose it.

“Maybe,” you answer softly before glancing back down again. Then your tongue slowly drags across your bottom lip. Cassie actually groans out loud this time.

“Fuck, don’t do that,” she mutters immediately.

You smile a little at her reaction.

But you don’t stop.

Instead your hand slides slowly higher against her thigh while your eyes continue roaming shamelessly over her cock. Cassie can practically feel how badly you want to touch her properly now. It’s obvious in every tiny movement your body makes.

The way you lean slightly closer without even realising it. The way your chest rises faster beneath the black lace still stretched tightly over your tits. The way your fingers twitch faintly against her skin like you’re trying not to grab her immediately.

And god, Cassie loves it. Loves seeing you just as worked up for her as she is for you. Especially after spending the entire day tortured by your photos while trapped at work.

“You drooling over me right now?” she asks softly after a second, exhausted amusement flickering briefly across her flushed face. The embarrassed little look you give her in response nearly makes her cock jump again. “Can you blame me?” you murmur quietly before finally wrapping your hand around her.

Cassie’s head drops back instantly.

The first real stroke nearly pulls a moan straight from her chest.

Your hand feels warm and soft around her cock while precum immediately smears slickly against your palm the second you start moving. Cassie’s thighs tense hard beneath your touch while one shaky breath after another leaves her mouth. She’s painfully sensitive now after everything.

The drive home. Touching herself in the car. Standing there watching you crawl across the bed looking like that. It all crashes together inside her body at once the second you finally touch her properly. “Fuck…” she groans quietly while her fingers tighten against the mattress again.

You stroke her slowly at first, just enough pressure to make her cock twitch heavily in your hand while your eyes stay fixed downward like you’re completely mesmerised by her. Cassie can literally see saliva gathering in your mouth now every time you stare too long. The sight alone nearly sends her over the edge.

“You look so fucking pretty like this,” you whisper softly without thinking, thumb brushing slowly through the wetness gathered at her tip. Cassie’s entire body jolts from it.

“Yeah?” she breathes shakily, eyes dragging heavily over your face. You nod once before biting your lip again. “Pretty cock,” you murmur quietly while giving another slow stroke. “Been thinking about sucking it since the first photo I sent you.” And that? That almost fucking destroys her.

Cassie’s entire body feels like it’s balancing on the edge of something dangerous now. The second you tighten your hand around her again and start stroking her properly, she feels another wave of heat slam straight through her stomach hard enough to make her knees threaten to buckle.

Your hand moves slowly over her cock at first, spreading the thick precum already leaking from the tip down along her length until everything feels slick and warm against your palm. The sound alone nearly kills her. Wet little strokes filling the quiet bedroom while she stands over you still half dressed in wrinkled hospital scrubs looking completely ruined already.

Her cock twitches hard every time your grip slides back up toward the swollen tip, especially when your thumb drags through the slickness gathered there before smoothing it back down again. Then your free hand finally slips lower.

Cassie physically jolts when your fingers curl gently around her balls, playing with them softly while you continue stroking her at the same steady pace. A broken sound leaves her throat instantly. Not even words this time.

Just this low shaky moan that makes warmth twist harder between your own thighs. “Jesus… baby…” Cassie breathes weakly, head tipping back slightly while her eyes flutter half shut for a second. Her entire body feels hypersensitive now after spending all day wanting you.

And god, you’re just as affected as she is.

You can feel it every single time you shift against the mattress. The black lace panties clinging tightly between your thighs have become almost unbearably damp by now, fabric sticking directly against your pussy lips every time you move your knees apart slightly for better leverage.

You can physically feel your own wetness soaking into the lace while you stroke Cassie slower, watching her reactions with dark heavy eyes that only seem to make her more desperate. The friction between your thighs every time you move sends little pulses of heat through your stomach too, especially because

Cassie keeps looking down at you like she wants to devour you whole. You’re painfully aware of how exposed you must look kneeling there in black lace with one hand wrapped around her cock while your other palm cups her balls gently.

The sight of her standing over you flushed and breathing hard is enough to make saliva keep gathering heavily in your mouth every few seconds. Cassie notices everything. She notices how your thighs press together briefly between strokes.

Notices the way your breathing grows uneven whenever her cock twitches in your hand. Notices the lace sticking damply against your cunt every time your hips shift unconsciously against the mattress. The realisation alone makes another low sound leave her chest.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” she murmurs shakily while staring down between your thighs for half a second too long. Heat flashes instantly across your skin at the roughness in her voice.

Cassie can’t stop touching you now either.

One of her hands finally lifts shakily from the mattress before sliding slowly into your hair. Her fingers immediately tangle themselves into the soft strands near the back of your head while she exhales unevenly at the feeling of you kneeling beneath her. The touch isn’t rough. If anything it feels almost desperate.

Like she needs contact with you somewhere or she might actually lose her mind completely. Her thumb strokes lightly against your scalp while you continue pumping her cock steadily, precum now coating almost her entire length while your hand glides smoothly over her. Cassie’s hips twitch subtly forward every few seconds without permission.

Every time your grip tightens slightly or your fingers brush more firmly against her balls, another helpless sound slips from her mouth. “Oh my god…” she breathes at one point, voice cracking softly while her grip tightens in your hair. The sound alone sends warmth flooding straight through your body again.

You’ve heard Cassie moan before, but tonight feels different somehow. Rawer. More exhausted and needy than usual after everything she’s put herself through all day.

Every reaction feels completely genuine now because she’s too worked up to hide any of it properly anymore. “That feels so fucking good,” she whispers shakily while her eyes stay fixed downward watching your hand move over her cock.

Your own thoughts feel warm and hazy by this point too.

Especially because Cassie keeps looking at you like that.

Like you’re the only thing grounding her right now after the nightmare shift she’s had. Her fingers tighten slightly in your hair the second your thumb circles slowly over the swollen tip again, spreading more slickness down her cock while you watch another pulse visibly jump beneath flushed skin.

You can physically feel yourself clenching around nothing beneath the damp lace panties every time Cassie moans your name softly under her breath. The wet fabric drags embarrassingly against your sensitive pussy lips whenever you shift your knees again, and the sensation mixed with the sight of Cassie falling apart above you makes your stomach twist tighter and tighter.

You can’t stop imagining how she looked in the car earlier either. Alone and desperate enough to pull her cock out because she physically couldn’t stop thinking about you. The thought keeps replaying over and over inside your head while you stroke her.

Cassie must notice your expression change because suddenly her hand tightens harder in your hair before gently guiding your face upward. “What’re you thinking about?” she asks softly, breathing still uneven. Your eyes meet hers immediately.

“You touching yourself in the car,” you answer honestly before your grip slowly tightens around her again. Cassie actually moans at the words this time.

“Fuck… don’t,” she whispers weakly.

But she’s already thrusting subtly into your hand again anyway.

The movement pulls another rush of slick warmth between your thighs while your fingers continue working steadily over her cock. Cassie’s head tips forward now, forehead almost resting briefly against yours while she struggles through another shaky breath.

Her scrubs rustle softly every time her body jerks from your touch, messy dark hair falling further over her forehead while her hand stays buried deep in your hair like she can’t bear to let go of you now.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me,” she groans quietly after another particularly slow stroke that drags all the way down her length. You only smile softly against her skin before your thumb brushes slowly beneath the tip again.

Cassie’s knees nearly buckle this time. “Christ…” she breathes sharply while her grip tightens hard enough to send a pleasant sting across your scalp.

The reaction immediately goes straight to your cunt. You can feel more wetness soaking into the lace between your thighs now, panties practically sticking to your pussy every time you shift against the mattress. Cassie notices your thighs pressing together again and groans softly at the sight.

“Baby,” she mutters breathlessly while staring downward between your legs again. “You’re soaking through those fucking panties.” The words alone nearly make you whimper. Especially because of the way she says them.

Like she’s just as affected by your body as you are by hers. Then her hand slides deeper into your hair before tugging gently enough to tilt your face upward again, flushed exhausted eyes staring down into yours while your hand keeps stroking her through another helpless moan.

Cassie reaches her limit somewhere between one slow stroke and the next.

Maybe it’s the way your hand keeps gliding over her cock just slowly enough to drive her insane instead of actually giving her what she needs. Maybe it’s the sight of you kneeling there in black lace with wet lips and flushed cheeks while your panties cling damply between your thighs because of her.

Or maybe it’s simply the fact she’s spent the entire fucking day aching for you and she physically cannot handle another second of teasing without snapping.

Whatever it is, something finally breaks. The moment your thumb drags teasingly beneath her tip again, Cassie lets out this low frustrated groan before suddenly grabbing your wrist firmly.

The movement pulls another startled pulse through your stomach as she guides your hand away from her cock completely. “No,” she mutters breathlessly, dark eyes fixed entirely on you now. “I need to fucking see you.”

The rough desperation in her voice makes heat flash instantly across your skin. Before you can even respond properly, Cassie’s already bending down toward you, one hand still tangled tightly in your hair while the other cups your jaw hard enough to hold you still. Then her mouth crashes against yours.

The kiss immediately steals the air from your lungs.

Hot and messy and desperate in a way that makes your entire body react instantly beneath her. Cassie kisses like she’s starving for you after hours of holding herself back all day.

Her lips move hard against yours while her hand tightens gently at the back of your neck, pulling you closer against her the second you let out a soft sound into her mouth.

You respond immediately. Of course you do. The second Cassie kisses you like that, your hands fly upward instinctively toward her body, fingers bunching immediately into the wrinkled fabric of her scrub top.

The material feels warm beneath your palms from body heat and stress while your lips part beneath hers, allowing her tongue to slide against yours with another low groan that vibrates directly into your mouth. The sound alone makes your cunt clench hard beneath the soaked lace still sticking against your skin.

Cassie kisses you deeper the moment she feels your reaction, fingers tightening in your hair while exhaustion and want blur together in every rough movement she makes against you.

Your hands slide impatiently beneath the hem of her scrub top now, fingertips brushing warm skin beneath the fabric while your pulse hammers wildly against your ribs. “Take this off,” you breathe softly against her mouth. Cassie groans immediately at the words.

She pulls back just enough to drag the scrub top roughly over her head.

The movement is messy and impatient, dark hair getting briefly caught in the fabric before she finally yanks it free and tosses it carelessly somewhere across the room. The sight underneath almost makes you dizzy for a second.

Cassie’s wearing nothing but a simple thin t-shirt bra beneath it, black fabric stretched snugly across her chest while flushed skin glows warmly beneath the bedroom light after hours trapped beneath hospital scrubs. Her chain still rests against the center of her chest too, silver catching softly in the warm light while her breathing stays uneven from the kiss.

You stare openly for a second too long. Cassie notices immediately and exhales another shaky breath before leaning down to kiss you again, though this time your hands immediately slide upward against her body.

Your fingertips smooth slowly over the fabric of her bra before teasing lightly across one nipple through the material. Cassie physically jolts against you from the contact.

“Oh my god,” she mutters softly into your mouth while her hips twitch hard enough to brush against the edge of the mattress. The reaction sends warmth flooding through your stomach instantly. You tease her slowly through the fabric again, thumb circling deliberately over the sensitive peak while Cassie’s breathing starts falling apart all over again above you.

“Sensitive?” you murmur softly.

Cassie glares weakly at you through half-lidded eyes.

“Shut up.”

The embarrassment in her voice only makes you smile against her mouth before your fingers slide around behind her back to unclasp the bra. The hooks come undone with a soft snap beneath your fingertips and Cassie lets out another breath the second the tight fabric loosens around her chest.

You slowly slide the straps down over her shoulders while staring openly at her the entire time, warmth curling low in your stomach at the sight of flushed skin gradually being exposed inch by inch beneath the golden bedroom light.

Cassie watches your face carefully through all of it. Watches the way your eyes darken while the bra slips lower. Watches your lips part slightly the second her tits finally spill free from the fabric completely.

“Fuck,” you whisper softly before you can stop yourself. Cassie groans immediately at your reaction while her forehead drops briefly against yours. The bra joins her scrub top somewhere on the floor seconds later, tossed aside carelessly while your hands immediately slide up her body again.

Your palms cup her tits greedily now, thumbs brushing slowly over her nipples while Cassie shudders hard enough that another broken moan escapes her mouth. “Baby…” she breathes shakily while her fingers flex against your waist. The sound goes straight through you.

Then Cassie suddenly remembers how overdressed you still are compared to her.

Her eyes drag slowly downward over your body again before settling between your thighs where the black lace panties still cling visibly damp against your cunt. Another low sound leaves her chest instantly.

“Jesus christ,” she mutters quietly while staring openly now. You can physically see her restraint snapping all over again. The need in her face deepens immediately while one hand slides down your body toward your thigh.

At the same time, Cassie starts shoving the rest of her clothes off impatiently too. Her slacks are already halfway down her hips from earlier, so now she just hooks her thumbs into the waistband and aggressively wiggles them the rest of the way down her legs while standing between your knees.

The movement feels rushed and desperate and strangely hot after seeing how controlled she’d been trying to act all evening. Her boxers disappear with them seconds later before both pieces of clothing get kicked somewhere carelessly across the room without another thought. Then suddenly she’s completely naked in front of you apart from the silver chain still hanging against flushed skin.

The sight almost steals your breath. Cassie’s cock rests heavy against her stomach again already flushed and leaking from how worked up she still is, thighs tense beneath the warm bedroom light while her chest rises hard from uneven breathing.

Her hair is messy. Her lips swollen from kissing you. Her entire body still carrying traces of exhaustion from the hospital underneath all the want twisting through her now. And god, she’s beautiful.

Cassie notices the exact moment your eyes drag lower again.

“You gonna keep staring at me,” she asks breathlessly while stepping closer between your knees, “or are you finally gonna let me see how fucking wet I made you?”

You don’t answer Cassie right away.

You just stare up at her for another second while she stands naked between your knees looking completely wrecked, chest rising unevenly beneath the warm bedroom light while her cock twitches heavily against her stomach from the way you’ve been teasing her all night.

The silver chain resting against her chest catches softly in the light every time she breathes, and something about the contrast between that familiar necklace and the completely desperate look in her eyes makes another pulse of heat spread through your body. You can feel your panties practically soaked against your cunt by now.

The lace sticks embarrassingly against your pussy lips every time you shift even slightly on the mattress, but instead of immediately giving Cassie what she wants, you smile sweetly at her first. Then you slowly move backward across the bed. Cassie’s eyes narrow instantly the second she realises you’re teasing her again.

You lay back against the pillows with deliberate slowness, hair spreading softly across the sheets while you settle comfortably onto your back beneath her stare.

Your thighs part gradually against the mattress afterward, black lace stretching tighter between them as your knees fall open just enough to give Cassie a better view. The sound she makes at the sight is low and wrecked immediately.

“Baby,” she warns softly.

But you only hum innocently in response.

Your hands move slowly over your own body while Cassie watches from the edge of the bed like she’s physically struggling not to pounce on you already. Fingertips trail lazily up your thighs first, smoothing over warm skin inch by inch while the black lace panties cling visibly damp between your legs.

You can actually feel how wet you are now every time your thighs shift apart slightly wider beneath your own touch. Cassie notices too. Of course she does. Her eyes stay locked shamelessly between your legs while her jaw clenches visibly harder every few seconds.

Your fingers continue gliding higher over your thighs until one hand finally brushes teasingly over your clothed cunt. The tiny amount of pressure alone pulls a soft breath from your chest because your clit already feels sensitive from how long you’ve been worked up. Cassie’s entire body visibly tenses at the sight.

“Oh my fucking god,” she mutters weakly while staring down at your hand between your legs. You deliberately brush your fingertips over your clit again through the damp lace, letting your head tip back slightly against the pillows while another soft sound leaves your mouth. Cassie physically groans.

“You’re evil,” she breathes quietly, dark eyes practically burning into you now. You only smile sweetly at her again before circling your fingers slowly against yourself one more time.

That’s apparently Cassie’s breaking point.

Because suddenly she’s climbing onto the bed toward you.

The mattress dips heavily beneath her weight while she moves between your spread thighs with quick impatient movements, dark hair falling messily across her forehead while she stares down at you like she’s finally had enough of your bullshit.

The second her hands reach yours, she smacks them firmly away from your body before pinning your wrists briefly against the sheets above your head. The movement sends another rush of heat through your stomach immediately. Cassie’s breathing sounds rough now.

Exhausted and needy and just slightly irritated beneath all the want still twisting through her body. “You’re being an actual fucking menace tonight,” she mutters breathlessly while hovering above you. The glare she gives you would almost feel intimidating if her cock wasn’t visibly twitching hard against your thigh right now from how affected she is.

You laugh softly beneath her while your pulse hammers wildly against your ribs. Cassie’s eyes darken instantly at the sound. Then she finally lowers herself properly over you and kisses you again before you can tease her any further.

The kiss feels slower this time. Deeper. Less frantic desperation and more hunger now that she finally has you laid out beneath her exactly how she wants.

And then she starts undressing you properly.

Slowly.

Painfully slowly.

Cassie’s mouth drags away from yours first, trailing hot kisses down the side of your neck while her hands glide carefully over your body like she’s trying to memorise every inch of skin beneath her palms. Her fingers hook beneath one of the black lace straps still clinging to your shoulder before slowly dragging it downward inch by inch.

The movement reveals warm skin gradually beneath the lace and Cassie immediately kisses every exposed part of you she uncovers. Soft open mouthed kisses at first.

Then little bites. Gentle enough to make your stomach twist but firm enough that you can feel them afterward. “So fucking pretty,” she murmurs quietly against your skin while her lips drag lower over your shoulder.

The praise immediately sends warmth flooding through your chest. Her hands continue exploring your body restlessly while she slowly peels the lingerie off you piece by piece.

Every newly exposed inch of skin gets worshipped instantly beneath her mouth. Cassie licks softly over the marks she leaves behind too, groaning quietly whenever your body arches beneath her touch.

“Been thinking about your tits all fucking day,” she mutters against your chest while finally pulling the lace bra down lower. Her mouth immediately follows the movement, lips brushing over soft skin before her tongue flicks teasingly against one nipple. You gasp sharply beneath her.

Cassie groans softly at the sound.

The vibration against your skin nearly makes your thighs close around her instinctively.

Her hands smooth lower over your stomach afterward while she keeps kissing and licking every part of your body she uncovers from the lace. The whole thing feels unbearably intimate despite how filthy the words falling from her mouth are becoming now.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you touching yourself in this,” she whispers roughly while dragging the lace panties lower over your hips. “Thinking about how fucking wet you probably were sending me those pictures.”

Heat flashes instantly across your entire body at the words. Cassie notices the reaction immediately and smiles softly against your skin before biting gently at your hip hard enough to pull another breathless sound from your mouth.

Her fingers spread wider against your thighs while she drags the panties lower inch by inch. At the same time, your own hand slips downward between your bodies again. Cassie notices immediately but doesn’t stop you this time. Especially not when your forefinger and thumb finally wrap lightly around the flushed swollen tip of her cock. The reaction is instant.

Cassie’s entire body jolts above you while a low broken moan leaves her chest. “Christ…” she breathes shakily while her forehead drops briefly against your stomach.

Your fingers squeeze gently around the tip again, collecting the thick precum already gathered there before slowly smearing it around with your thumb. Cassie actually whimpers this time.

“Baby,” she groans weakly while her hips twitch forward into your touch.

But you only smile sweetly beneath her and tighten your fingers again.

After tightening your fingers around the swollen tip of Cassie’s cock again, you slowly tug her closer toward you by it.

The reaction is immediate.

Cassie’s entire body jerks forward over you with a rough groan spilling straight from her chest while her hands instinctively brace harder against the mattress on either side of your waist.

Your thumb smears slowly through the thick precum gathered at her tip while you guide her closer inch by inch, and the sight of her completely losing composure from something so simple sends another rush of heat through your body.

Her cock twitches heavily between your fingers as you pull her down toward your cunt. The warm flushed tip brushes softly against the inside of your thigh first before you deliberately guide it higher. Cassie’s breathing grows visibly uneven the second she realises what you’re doing.

“Oh my fucking god,” she breathes weakly while staring down between your bodies. Your thighs part wider beneath her automatically while your fingers keep gently directing her cock exactly where you want it.

Then the swollen tip finally brushes against your pussy through the slick wetness already coating your skin. Both of you groan at the contact immediately.

The feeling sends a sharp pulse straight through your stomach because your cunt already feels so sensitive and soaked from everything leading up to this. Cassie physically shudders above you while her forehead nearly drops against your chest.

“Jesus christ, baby…” she whispers shakily.

The warm wet tip drags teasingly through your folds once more while your hand keeps tugging her closer. Cassie’s cock glides slickly against your pussy from how wet you already are, the sensation pulling breathless sounds from both of you every time she shifts accidentally against you.

Cassie’s hips twitch forward instinctively like her body wants to bury herself inside you immediately, but she forces herself to stop before actually pushing in. Instead she groans softly and adjusts herself over you with visibly shaky movements, one hand reaching down between your bodies to steady her cock while she shifts onto her knees properly between your spread legs.

The movement gives her a better angle over you, thighs spreading wider while her chain swings softly against flushed skin from how heavily she’s breathing now. Her cock rests hot and heavy against your cunt while she positions herself carefully, and the friction alone nearly makes your back arch from the mattress.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Cassie mutters under her breath while staring down between your legs almost hungrily. You can physically feel more slickness gathering between your thighs from the way she’s looking at you. Then, before you can guide her inside properly yourself, Cassie suddenly grabs your wrist gently and moves your hand away from her cock.

“I wanna do something first,” she murmurs roughly.

The second she wraps her own hand around herself again, you immediately notice the thick slickness coating her cock from your touch and her precum.

Cassie notices too. Her eyes darken instantly while she slowly strokes herself once over your body, gathering more precum over her palm before dragging the flushed tip directly against your clit.

The contact alone nearly makes you jolt upward off the bed. “Cassie—” you gasp sharply, but she only groans softly at your reaction before deliberately rubbing more slickness over your clit with the tip of her cock.

The feeling is filthy and overwhelming all at once. Warm. Wet. Sensitive enough that your thighs twitch around her immediately. Cassie’s breathing turns rougher the longer she watches your face twist from the sensation.

“Look at you,” she mutters quietly while slowly circling the tip against your clit again. “So fucking sensitive already.” Then suddenly she pulls her cock back just enough before slapping it firmly against your clit.

The sharp wet contact pulls a broken sound straight from your throat while your hips jerk hard against the mattress. Cassie actually moans at the sight of your reaction.

“Yeah?” she breathes shakily. “That feel good?” Before you can even answer properly, she’s already moving lower between your thighs instead.

Cassie settles onto her knees between your legs with this completely hungry look in her eyes now.

The sight alone almost makes your stomach twist.

Her hair falls messily across her forehead while she spreads your thighs wider apart with both hands, fingers digging firmly into soft flesh as she positions herself exactly where she wants you.

You can still feel the slick warmth of her precum smeared across your clit and folds while Cassie stares openly at your cunt like she’s genuinely obsessed with the sight of it.

“Fuck…” she breathes softly under her breath. “Been thinking about this all day.” The words barely leave her mouth before she finally leans down and drags her tongue slowly through your folds. The first lick nearly knocks the breath from your lungs entirely.

Cassie groans immediately at the taste of you against her mouth while her hands tighten harder around your thighs. Her tongue moves slowly at first, deliberately spreading the mixture of your slick and her precum deeper against your pussy while she eats you out like she’s trying to make up for every second she spent away from you today.

The sounds alone are enough to make your entire body feel overheated. Wet messy noises filling the room every time her tongue drags through your folds or circles your clit slowly before dipping lower again. Cassie’s moans vibrate directly against your cunt every few seconds too, and the feeling almost makes your thighs close instinctively around her head.

But Cassie immediately stops you.

“Don’t,” she mutters roughly against your pussy before tightening her grip harder around your thighs.

Her fingers physically force your legs wider apart again.

The possessiveness of the movement sends another pulse of heat through your stomach immediately. Cassie keeps your thighs spread firmly open for her while she buries herself deeper between them, tongue pushing slowly into your pussy now while her thumbs press bruisingly into the soft flesh of your thighs to hold you exactly where she wants you.

The sensation is overwhelming. Her tongue feels warm and wet and impossibly filthy while she works her precum deeper inside you with every slow thrust. You can feel your body reacting more and more uncontrollably beneath her with each passing second.

Your back arches hard off the mattress while soft moans keep spilling helplessly from your mouth every time Cassie’s tongue curls just right inside you. She notices every reaction instantly too. Every twitch of your thighs. Every broken breath. Every desperate little movement of your hips against her mouth.

“That’s it,” Cassie murmurs roughly against your cunt before licking higher again. “Pretty fucking girl.” The praise immediately goes straight through you. Your fingers bury into the sheets while your entire body feels tighter and hotter by the second.

Cassie’s tongue circles your clit again before sucking gently, and suddenly your legs jerk hard in her grip. “Oh my god—” you gasp sharply while your head falls back against the pillows.

Cassie groans loudly against you at the sound.

Then she eats you out even harder.

Her tongue fucks into your pussy faster now while her nose presses perfectly against your clit every time she buries herself deeper between your thighs. The wet sounds become absolutely obscene.

You can barely think anymore beyond the feeling of her mouth everywhere. Your hips keep trying to grind desperately against her face while Cassie holds your thighs wide open through all of it, completely refusing to let you pull away even when the pleasure starts becoming almost too much.

“Cassie— fuck—” you whimper breathlessly while your hands finally tangle tightly into her messy dark hair. Cassie moans directly against your cunt again, the vibration pulling another helpless sound from your chest instantly. “Cum for me,” she mutters roughly before sucking hard against your clit again.

That’s what finally does it. Your entire body tightens violently beneath her while pleasure crashes through you all at once. Your thighs shake hard in Cassie’s grip while your back arches completely off the mattress with a broken cry spilling from your mouth.

Cassie keeps eating you through it too. Slow filthy licks dragging through your cunt while you cum against her tongue hard enough that your whole body trembles beneath her hands. “That’s it,” she groans softly against your soaked pussy while your legs twitch helplessly around her. “Good fucking girl.”

Your entire body still trembles lightly from the orgasm when you finally tug Cassie upward by the chain around her neck.

The silver catches softly beneath the bedroom light as it tightens slightly between your fingers, pulling a low surprised sound from Cassie while she lifts her head from between your thighs. Her lips and chin glisten with the mess she’s made of you, dark hair completely ruined now from your fingers twisting tightly through it while she ate you out like she was starving.

The sight alone nearly makes another pulse of heat twist through your stomach despite how sensitive your body already feels. Cassie’s eyes immediately lock onto yours the second you pull her closer, pupils blown wide and dark with want while her chest still rises heavily from breathing against your cunt moments earlier. You don’t even think before kissing her.

Your hand tightens around the chain again while your other palm cups her jaw, dragging her mouth hard against yours because suddenly you need to taste her. Need to taste yourself on her tongue after the way she just made you come apart beneath her.

Cassie groans immediately into your mouth the second your lips meet, one hand sliding instinctively against your waist while her tongue pushes hot and messy against yours. The taste instantly makes your cunt clench again.

Warm and filthy and completely addictive. You kiss her deeper without hesitation, moaning softly into her mouth when you realise you can taste both yourself and the precum she worked into your pussy all over her tongue.

Cassie practically melts against you from the way you kiss her.

Her body settles heavier between your thighs while her chain presses cool against your fingers, and the movement drags her cock directly through the slick wetness still coating your cunt. The contact pulls a sharp whimper straight from your throat before you can stop it.

Cassie groans immediately at the sound while her hips shift instinctively downward again, cock sliding hot and heavy through your folds without actually pushing inside you yet. The friction feels almost unbearable after how sensitive your body already is. Every tiny movement sends another pulse through your stomach.

Cassie clearly notices too because she deliberately grinds slowly against you once more while kissing you harder, her cock catching directly against your clit for one perfect second before dragging lower through your soaked pussy again.

“Fuck…” you breathe shakily against her mouth while your thighs twitch around her waist. Cassie groans softly in response, the sound rough and wrecked from hearing how affected you still are.

Then suddenly she pulls away from your lips before you can kiss her deeper again. The loss immediately makes another needy sound slip from your throat. Cassie only smirks weakly against your jaw before leaning lower.

The first sharp nip against your skin makes you gasp.

Cassie’s mouth latches directly against your jaw while one hand slides into your hair to tilt your head back properly for her. The movement exposes your throat completely beneath the warm bedroom light, and the second Cassie notices the vulnerable stretch of skin she lets out this soft pleased hum against you. Then her teeth sink into your neck harder.

“Cassie—” you whimper immediately while your fingers tighten harder around the chain still hanging from her throat. She only groans quietly at the sound before soothing her tongue over the mark she’s leaving behind.

The sensation sends another shiver through your body. Cassie starts kissing lower along your throat afterward, alternating soft licks with little bites that keep pulling breathless sounds from your mouth every few seconds. You can physically feel marks forming beneath her lips already.

Warm sensitive spots blooming along your skin while Cassie leaves evidence of herself everywhere she touches. “This is payback,” she murmurs roughly against your throat before biting gently near your pulse. “For those fucking pictures.”

The words send heat flashing instantly across your body again. Especially because her cock keeps brushing against your cunt every time she shifts above you.

“You ruined my entire shift,” Cassie continues quietly before sucking another mark against your neck hard enough to make your back arch from the mattress.

“Had me hard all fucking day because you couldn’t stop teasing me.” The rough frustration still lingering in her voice only makes your cunt ache more for her.

And god, Cassie clearly knows exactly how affected you are.

The second another needy sound slips from your mouth, she groans softly and finally moves lower down your body again. Her mouth drags over the tops of your tits first, kissing slowly over soft skin while her hands spread greedily across your waist and stomach beneath her. You can still feel the lingering warmth of her mouth between your thighs while she worships your body higher up now instead.

The sensation almost feels too good after everything. Cassie’s lips finally close around one nipple and your entire body jolts instantly. “Oh my god—” you gasp while your fingers tangle immediately back into her hair.

Cassie moans directly against your chest at the reaction, tongue swirling slowly around the sensitive peak while her hand cups your other breast possessively.

The wet warmth of her mouth mixed with the scrape of her teeth nearly melts your brain completely. She pays attention to both of your tits like she’s making up for lost time too.

Every nipple gets sucked and licked until your breathing turns completely uneven beneath her. Cassie groans every time your body reacts harder for her, clearly addicted to every little sound you make.

“Been thinking about these all fucking day,” she mutters against your chest before sucking another nipple into her mouth harder. The praise and dirty little confessions mixed together make your stomach twist helplessly.

Her hands knead softly at your tits while her mouth worships every inch of skin she can reach, leaving wet kisses and faint bite marks across your chest in between moans.

But eventually it becomes too much.

Not because you want her to stop.

Because you physically need more now.

Cassie’s cock keeps brushing hot and heavy through your folds every time she shifts over you, and after the orgasm she just pulled from your body alongside all the teasing leading up to this, your cunt aches desperately for something fuller. Something deeper. Your hands tighten sharply in her hair again while another frustrated whimper slips from your mouth.

Cassie immediately glances upward from your chest, lips swollen and wet while her tongue flicks teasingly over one nipple again before she pulls back slightly. “What?” she asks softly, though the knowing look in her eyes makes it obvious she already understands.

You whine quietly beneath her instead of answering right away, hips trying to lift instinctively against the hard length dragging through your pussy. Cassie groans at the movement while one hand settles firmly against your hip to hold you still.

“Use your words,” she murmurs roughly before biting lightly at your breast again. That finally breaks whatever patience you still have left. “Need you to fuck me already,” you complain breathlessly while your thighs tighten helplessly around her waist. Cassie’s entire expression darkens instantly.

Especially when you add softly, “Need it raw.” The words hit her like a physical blow. Her cock visibly twitches against your cunt while a low broken groan leaves her chest immediately. “Jesus fucking christ,” Cassie breathes shakily while dropping her forehead briefly against your chest like she’s trying not to completely lose her mind all over again.

Cassie stares down at you for a long second after you whisper it.

Need it raw.

The words hit her like a punch straight to the chest. Her cock jerks heavily against your soaked cunt while another rough groan spills from her throat, low and wrecked enough that it sends heat flashing all the way through your body.

She looks completely ruined already. Hair messy against her forehead, lips swollen from kissing you, chest rising unevenly while she kneels between your spread thighs trying desperately not to lose control too early. You can physically feel how badly she’s struggling through the way her hands grip your hips almost painfully hard.

“Fuck, baby…” she mutters breathlessly while wrapping one hand around her cock again. The flushed tip nudges against your entrance slowly, gathering slick before she finally starts pushing inside you inch by inch.

The stretch instantly punches a broken moan out of your chest. Cassie’s cock feels thick and hot and so fucking hard after everything leading up to this, slowly forcing your pussy open around her while your back arches sharply from the mattress.

Every inch sinks deeper with wet dragging pressure until she finally bottoms out fully inside you. Then Cassie actually stops breathing for a second.

“Christ…” she chokes softly.

Because your cunt feels fucking unreal around her.

Warm and soaked and tight enough that her cock throbs violently the second you fully take her. Cassie physically has to freeze above you before she cums straight away. Her forehead drops heavily against yours while rough breaths spill from her mouth directly onto your lips, hips trembling hard from how tightly your pussy grips her.

You can feel her cock twitching inside you already, leaking warmth deeper while she tries to gather herself together enough to move properly. “You’re squeezing me so fucking hard,” she groans weakly while her fingers dig into your hips.

The sound of her voice alone almost makes your cunt clench again. You shift beneath her instinctively, walls fluttering softly around her cock from the stretch and fullness, and Cassie immediately lets out this filthy broken moan that sounds punched straight from her lungs.

“Fuck— don’t do that,” she whispers hoarsely while her eyes squeeze shut briefly. But she’s already losing it. You can feel it in the way her thighs shake against yours. In the uneven way her hips twitch desperately like her body already wants to fuck deeper into you. The tension hanging between both your bodies feels unbearable now.

Then Cassie finally starts moving.

The first thrust drags almost completely out before she slowly pushes back into you again, and the wet sound it pulls from your cunt instantly makes both of you groan. Your mouth falls open immediately from the feeling of her stretching you all over again, cock dragging so perfectly against your walls that your thighs shake around her waist.

Cassie watches your reaction like she’s obsessed with it. Watches the way your face twists. Watches your lips part around soft moans every time she sinks deep enough to make your stomach tighten. “That’s it,” she breathes roughly while pulling out slower this time.

“Take my cock.” The praise mixed with the filthy drag of her thrusts sends another pulse of heat straight through your body. Cassie’s rhythm starts getting rougher fast too. Every thrust pushes deeper than the last until the bed begins softly creaking beneath both of you.

Wet sounds fill the room every single time her hips snap back into yours. Your pussy feels so soaked around her now that she slides perfectly every time she fucks into you, thick cock dragging slickly against your walls while your body keeps clenching harder the more desperate you become.

“Such a fucking pretty pussy,” Cassie groans while staring downward between your bodies. “Look at the way you’re swallowing me.”

The words make your cunt tighten instantly around her.

Cassie curses loudly the second it happens.

“Fuck— there,” she gasps while her hips stutter hard against yours. “Baby, you can’t keep doing that.” But she immediately starts fucking you harder anyway.

One hand hooks beneath your thigh and pushes your leg higher against her waist while the other braces beside your head, giving her a deeper angle that suddenly has her cock bullying perfectly against that spot inside you. The thrust punches a sharp cry straight from your throat.

Cassie groans loudly at the sound while her rhythm immediately turns rougher and more desperate. Now every snap of her hips forces another filthy wet sound from between your legs. The headboard taps softly against the wall behind you while Cassie fucks into you with messy needy thrusts that make your entire body shake beneath her.

Your nails drag hard down her shoulders while broken moans keep spilling helplessly from your mouth every time her cock pushes deep enough to make your stomach twist tighter.

“You feel so fucking good,” Cassie groans breathlessly while sweat starts gathering along her chest. “Could stay buried inside this pussy forever.” The dirtiness of her voice mixed with the exhaustion still clinging to her makes everything feel hotter somehow. More desperate. More real.

Then her hand suddenly wraps around your throat.

The pressure is light at first. Just her palm sliding slowly upward while she keeps fucking into you hard enough to rock your whole body against the mattress. But the second her fingers tighten gently around your throat, your cunt clenches violently around her cock. Cassie actually moans at the feeling.

A deep wrecked sound that immediately goes straight through your stomach. “There it is,” she groans roughly while her grip tightens slightly more. “Knew you’d fucking like that.”

Your thighs twitch hard around her waist while pleasure flashes hot through your entire body every time she squeezes your throat during another thrust. The combination nearly melts your brain. Her cock keeps dragging perfectly against your walls while your body reacts uncontrollably beneath her now.

Every little choke makes your cunt pulse tighter around her. Every gasp from your mouth makes Cassie’s hips lose rhythm for half a second because she’s so fucking close already. “Pretty thing,” she mutters while staring down at your fucked-out expression.

“Look at you choking on nothing while I split this pussy open.” The filthy praise nearly makes you whimper. Cassie notices instantly and groans louder while her cock twitches hard inside you again. “Can feel you clenching every time I touch your throat,” she breathes shakily. “You’re trying to fucking milk me.”

And honestly?

Maybe you are.

Because you can physically feel how close she is now.

Her thrusts have become messy and uneven, hips snapping hard against yours with desperate little stutters every few seconds while rough groans keep spilling from her mouth uncontrollably. Cassie’s entire body shakes above you now.

Sweat glistens along flushed skin beneath the bedroom light while her chain swings wildly against her chest from how hard she’s breathing.

“Baby…” she groans weakly while her forehead drops against yours again. “I’m not gonna last. Fuck, I’m serious.” The confession sounds almost embarrassed beneath all the desperation. You can feel her trying so hard to hold herself together while your cunt keeps gripping tighter around her cock every time she thrusts deep.

“Don’t care,” you breathe softly while sliding your fingers into her damp hair again. Cassie’s eyes immediately lock onto yours. “Need you to cum for me.” The words visibly wreck her further. Her cock throbs violently inside you while another broken groan tears from her chest.

“You sure?” she asks weakly through another hard thrust. You nod instantly beneath her while your thighs tighten harder around her waist. “Been teasing you all fucking day,” you whisper breathlessly. “Wanna feel you make a mess inside me.”

Cassie nearly fucking snaps at that. Her hand tightens around your throat while her hips slam hard into yours again, cock dragging deep enough to pull another cry from your mouth. “Fuck,” she groans desperately while her rhythm completely falls apart now. “You say shit like that and expect me not to fucking lose it?”

Cassie barely even gets the sentence out before she breaks.

The last word dissolves into a wrecked groan while her entire body suddenly tenses hard above you. Her hand tightens instinctively around your throat as her hips stutter violently against yours, cock jerking deep inside your cunt while the first hot pulse spills straight into you.

The feeling instantly punches a sharp moan from your chest. Cassie curses loudly the second she starts cumming, forehead dropping heavily against yours while another thick pulse fills you almost immediately afterward.

“Fuck— fuck, baby—” she gasps helplessly, voice completely ruined now. Her thrusts turn messy and uneven as she rides through it, hips still snapping weakly against yours while her cock keeps twitching hard inside your soaked pussy.

You can physically feel every pulse of her orgasm deep in your stomach. Warm. Wet. Intimate enough that it nearly makes your cunt clench around her all over again.

Cassie’s entire body shakes above you while she cums embarrassingly hard after spending all day worked up and desperate for you. The sight alone almost makes your head spin.

Her eyes squeezed shut. Mouth hanging open with broken sounds spilling uncontrollably from her throat every few seconds. Completely fucked out from finally getting what she’s wanted since the moment your first photo lit up her phone screen at work.

“Christ… holy fuck…” Cassie groans weakly.

Her chain swings softly against her chest while another pulse spills inside you.

The sensation makes your thighs tighten instinctively around her waist while your hands immediately slide upward to cup her face. Cassie’s cheeks feel warm beneath your palms, skin flushed deeply while she struggles through shaky breaths above you.

She looks absolutely destroyed. Hair sticking slightly damply against her forehead now while her lips stay parted around soft breathless moans that keep escaping no matter how hard she tries to hold them back.

Your cunt keeps fluttering tightly around her cock every time another pulse fills you, and Cassie visibly loses it further every single time she feels you squeeze around her like that.

“Baby…” she whispers brokenly while finally opening her eyes again just enough to look down at you. The expression in them nearly melts your chest.

Exhausted. Overwhelmed. So fucking soft beneath all the rough desperate energy from earlier. You don’t even think before pulling her down into another kiss.

Your fingers curl gently against her jaw while your mouth crashes against hers hard enough to cut off the next moan falling from her throat. Cassie immediately kisses you back just as desperately. Her entire body practically collapsing against yours now while she continues spilling deep inside you through the kiss.

The sounds she makes against your mouth are filthy.

Low wrecked groans vibrating directly against your lips every time her cock twitches inside your cunt again. Cassie kisses like she’s still trying to chase the orgasm even while it’s already destroying her. Messy and needy and completely overwhelmed beneath your hands while your tongues slide together through shaky breaths.

You can taste yourself faintly on her mouth still from earlier too, mixed now with the soft broken sounds she keeps making every time your cunt clenches around the warmth she’s filling you with.

Her hand finally slips away from your throat before sliding shakily down your side instead, fingers dragging weakly over your skin while her body continues trembling above you.

“Fuck…” she breathes into your mouth while her hips give another helpless twitch against yours. The movement pushes her cock deeper inside you again, forcing another pulse of cum into your already soaked cunt. Both of you moan into the kiss at the feeling.

Cassie practically melts afterward. Her forehead presses heavily against yours while rough breaths spill across your lips between softer slower kisses now. You can physically feel how sensitive she’s becoming too. Every little squeeze of your cunt around her makes her whole body tense again.

“Still cumming,” she mutters weakly, almost disbelieving beneath another shaky breath. The confession sends warmth flooding straight through your chest.

You smile softly against her mouth before kissing her again.

Slower this time.

Your fingers slide gently through her messy hair while Cassie stays buried completely inside you, cock still throbbing faintly every few seconds while warmth slowly leaks deeper into your pussy. The intimacy of it nearly feels overwhelming after how filthy and rough everything had gotten moments earlier.

Cassie kisses you with this exhausted softness now that she’s finally let go completely. Every little movement feels heavier. Slower. Like her body physically can’t hold itself up properly anymore after cumming that hard. “You really didn’t care?” she asks quietly after a minute, voice still rough and breathless while she brushes her nose softly against yours.

The vulnerability in the question makes your stomach twist instantly. Your hands cradle her face a little more carefully while your thumb strokes lightly across her flushed cheekbone. “No,” you whisper honestly. “Thought it was hot.”

Cassie groans quietly at that and immediately hides her face against your neck. The movement makes you laugh softly beneath her because suddenly this cocky sharp mouthed woman who spent the whole night talking filthy to you is now blushing against your skin because she came too fast after being teased all day.

“You’re never sending me pictures at work again,” she mutters weakly against your throat.

You smile immediately. “That’s a lie.”

Cassie lifts her head just enough to glare at you tiredly, though the effect is ruined by how completely fucked out she still looks. Her lips are swollen. Her cheeks flushed pink. Hair a complete mess while her cock remains buried warmly inside you despite how sensitive she clearly is now.

“You’re evil,” she mumbles quietly. You only grin wider before your cunt squeezes around her again intentionally. Cassie instantly chokes on another moan and drops her forehead hard against your shoulder. “See?” you whisper sweetly while dragging your nails lightly through the hair at the nape of her neck.

“Liar.” Cassie groans weakly beneath you while her hips twitch helplessly from the feeling of your cunt still clenching around her oversensitive cock. “Baby, I swear to god,” she mutters breathlessly. “If you keep doing that, I’m actually gonna pass out on top of you.” But she still makes absolutely no attempt to pull out of you either.

A long stretch of silence settles between both of you afterward, broken only by the sound of uneven breathing and the occasional soft kiss Cassie presses lazily against your throat while she recovers. Her full weight stays draped over your body for a while, cock still buried warm and sensitive inside your cunt while your fingers continue playing absentmindedly through her messy dark hair.

The room smells like sweat and sex now, warm skin and slick sheets beneath tangled limbs while the bedside lamp casts soft golden light across Cassie’s flushed shoulders and back. Every few seconds your cunt gives another tiny squeeze around her and Cassie immediately groans weakly against your skin in response.

“You’re trying to kill me,” she mutters tiredly at one point, voice muffled against your neck while her fingers trace lazy circles against your waist. You only smile softly beneath her because she sounds completely fucked out now.

Exhausted in the prettiest way possible after finally letting go the way she needed to all night. Eventually though, Cassie finally lifts her head enough to look down between your bodies with a quiet groan.

“Sensitive,” she warns softly before slowly pulling her hips backward. The moment her cock starts sliding out of you, both of you moan quietly from the sensation. Warmth immediately follows after her, thick cum slowly leaking out of your pussy the second she fully pulls free.

Cassie notices it instantly.

Her eyes lock directly between your thighs while another low sound leaves her chest at the sight of her cum slowly slipping out onto the sheets beneath you. “Fuck…” she breathes quietly, clearly affected all over again despite how oversensitive she still is.

The sight alone sends warmth curling straight through your stomach too. Especially because Cassie’s expression changes immediately. Her eyes darken while she watches the mess she made between your legs with this tired hungry look that makes your cunt ache all over again. You could stop there. Probably should stop there. Cassie already looks exhausted enough to collapse.

But then another idea settles into your head instead. Slowly, your fingers slide downward between your thighs while Cassie watches curiously from above you. The second your fingertips gather some of the cum leaking from your pussy before pressing it gently back inside yourself, Cassie physically stills.

Her lips part immediately while her eyes follow every tiny movement your hand makes between your legs. “Baby…” she says weakly, almost sounding disbelieving now.

You only hum softly while your fingers continue slowly pushing her cum back into your cunt, slickness coating your fingertips while some still drips messily back down your thighs anyway. The filthy intimacy of it instantly sends another pulse of heat through both of you. Cassie groans softly the longer she watches.

Then you smile sweetly at her again.

“Lie down,” you murmur softly.

Cassie blinks once like her brain short circuits for a second.

“What?”

You tilt your head slightly while still lazily playing with the slickness between your thighs. “On your back,” you repeat gently. “C’mon.” Something in your expression immediately makes Cassie obey without another question.

Maybe it’s the confidence in your voice. Maybe it’s the fact she’s still completely wrecked from cumming inside you moments earlier. Whatever it is, she slowly shifts backward across the mattress before laying flat on her back beneath you, chest still rising unevenly while her cock rests flushed and sensitive against her stomach.

Her chain glints softly beneath the bedroom light while she stares up at you with cautious curiosity now. You can practically see her trying to figure out what you’re about to do.

The second she settles properly against the pillows, you pull your fingers slowly back out from your pussy again. Fresh slick immediately follows after them.

Cassie’s eyes visibly darken when another thin stream of cum slips slowly down between your thighs afterward. “Fuck…” she mutters under her breath while watching it drip lower.

You move before she can say anything else. Slowly climbing over her body until you’re straddling her stomach instead, knees planted on either side of her waist while her hands instinctively settle against your thighs.

The position alone makes Cassie groan quietly.

Because from where she’s laying beneath you, she can see everything.

Your soaked cunt hovering directly above her stomach while traces of her cum continue slowly dripping from you. The sight has her cock twitching weakly against her stomach again despite how sensitive she still is.

You notice immediately and smile to yourself. Then another drop finally lands against Cassie’s lower stomach. Both of you stare at it for one second too long. Thick and white against flushed skin beneath the warm bedroom light. Cassie lets out another low groan at the sight while her fingers tighten subtly against your thighs.

You slowly gather it back up with your fingertips afterward, dragging your fingers through the mess coating her skin while maintaining eye contact with her the entire time. Cassie watches every movement like she’s hypnotised now. Especially when you finally bring your slick fingers upward between your thighs again.

The second you start rubbing your clit with the mixture of your wetness and her cum, Cassie actually moans beneath you. “Holy shit…” she breathes softly while her head falls back slightly against the pillows. Your own body reacts instantly too.

Your clit already feels sensitive from earlier, and the slickness coating your fingers makes every little circle drag perfectly over it. You can physically feel how wet your cunt still is while your thighs spread wider over Cassie’s stomach.

Then you slowly slide two fingers inside yourself.

They slip in easily.

Too easily after everything Cassie just did to you.

The sensation immediately pulls a soft moan from your mouth while your head tips back slightly, fingers curling deeper inside your soaked cunt as you start fucking yourself slowly above her. Cassie’s hands grip your thighs harder the second she realises what you’re doing.

“Baby…” she groans weakly while staring directly between your legs now. Your cunt clenches instantly around your fingers while more slick drips messily down onto Cassie’s stomach beneath you. The entire sight feels filthy.

You spread out above her with her cum dripping from your pussy while you finger yourself using it to rub your clit at the same time. Cassie looks completely mesmerised by it. Completely consumed. “That’s it,” she breathes softly while watching your fingers disappear inside you again and again.

“Fuck yourself for me.” The encouragement sends another pulse of pleasure straight through your body. Your hips start moving faster above her stomach while your fingers thrust deeper inside your cunt, curling perfectly against that sensitive spot that already feels overstimulated from earlier.

Cassie watches the entire thing with dark blown pupils and parted lips while your moans grow softer and more desperate above her. “Such a fucking pretty girl,” she mutters weakly beneath you. “Making yourself cum on top of me.”

And honestly?

That’s exactly what happens.

Your orgasm hits hard and fast after everything.

One moment you’re rocking desperately against your own fingers while Cassie stares up at you completely obsessed with the sight, and the next your entire body tightens sharply above her. A breathless moan falls from your lips while your thighs shake around Cassie’s waist.

Your fingers keep fucking into your cunt through it while your clit pulses hard beneath the slick circles of your other hand, pleasure crashing violently through your stomach all over again. Cassie groans loudly beneath you the second your orgasm finally breaks fully across your face.

“Fuck, there she is,” she whispers wreckedly while your body trembles above her. Your cunt clenches hard around your fingers while another mess of slick drips down onto Cassie’s stomach beneath you during the orgasm.

The sight alone nearly destroys her all over again. Especially because you’re still straddling her while shaking through your release, flushed skin glowing beneath the bedroom light while soft broken moans keep spilling helplessly from your mouth. Cassie’s hands slide slowly higher along your thighs afterward, holding you carefully against her while you come down trembling on top of her body.

Your breathing stays uneven for a while after the orgasm finally fades, body still trembling faintly while you remain straddled over Cassie’s stomach beneath the warm bedroom light. The room feels soft and overheated now, sheets tangled beneath both your bodies while the only sounds left are quiet breaths and the occasional sleepy little groan Cassie keeps making every time she looks at you.

Her hands still rest heavily against your thighs, thumbs stroking lazy circles against your skin while she stares upward with completely blown pupils and flushed cheeks. You can tell she’s exhausted now. Not just physically either.

Emotionally wrung out after the shift, the teasing, finally getting home to you and losing her mind the second you touched her. Something about seeing her like this makes your chest ache warmly. Your fingers slowly slip back out from between your thighs afterward, slick and messy while traces of her cum still coat your skin.

Cassie’s eyes immediately follow the movement without even trying to hide it. The look on her face makes another small smile tug at your mouth. Then, without saying anything, you slowly bring your fingers toward her lips.

Cassie understands instantly.

A low groan leaves her throat while her eyes flutter half shut for a second.

“Jesus…” she mutters weakly before finally parting her lips for you.

The moment your fingers brush against her tongue, Cassie moans softly beneath you. The sound vibrates warmly against your fingertips while she slowly sucks them into her mouth, eyes locked lazily on yours the entire time. There’s nothing rushed about it now. No frantic desperation left after everything from earlier.

Just this slow sleepy intimacy settling between both of you while Cassie cleans your fingers carefully. Her tongue drags softly over your skin while she tastes every trace of slick and cum still coating them, groaning quietly every few seconds like she still can’t get enough of you even now.

The sight nearly makes your stomach twist all over again. Especially because Cassie looks so soft doing it. Hair messy against the pillows. Lips swollen. Eyes heavy with exhaustion while she sucks your fingers clean like it’s the easiest most natural thing in the world. “Still taste so fucking good,” she murmurs quietly after finally letting your fingers slip back out of her mouth with one last lazy suck.

Heat immediately flashes through your chest at the rough tiredness in her voice. You smile shyly despite yourself. Cassie notices instantly and groans softly. “Don’t look at me like that,” she mutters weakly while one arm slides around your waist.

Then she pulls you downward against her.

The movement feels gentle compared to everything earlier.

You let yourself collapse willingly into her side while Cassie shifts slightly beneath you to make room, arms wrapping securely around your body the second your chest presses against hers. Her skin still feels warm and slightly damp beneath your cheek while you settle comfortably against her.

One of your legs slides automatically between hers while Cassie tangles your bodies together without even thinking about it. The intimacy of it makes your chest ache softly all over again. Your face buries instinctively into the curve of her neck afterward, breathing in the lingering scent of sweat, hospital soap, and the faint metallic trace of her chain resting cool against your skin.

Cassie immediately sighs quietly above you the second you settle there properly. One hand slides slowly through your hair while the other rests low against your waist beneath the blankets. Neither of you says anything for a while after that. The silence feels comfortable now instead of tense.

Warm. Heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction while both your bodies slowly come down from everything. Cassie’s heartbeat thumps steadily beneath your cheek while her breathing gradually evens out beneath you.

Every so often her fingers still twitch slightly against your skin whenever your thighs brush together beneath the blankets. The room feels peaceful in a way it hadn’t all evening.

Eventually though, you can’t help it.

You tilt your head upward slightly against her neck, lips brushing softly against warm skin while Cassie glances sleepily down at you. Her eyes immediately soften further the second she sees your expression. “What?” she murmurs quietly while brushing messy hair away from your forehead.

You bite back a smile for a second before finally asking, “Dana really saw?”

Cassie immediately groans loudly beneath you. The reaction alone makes you burst into giggles almost instantly. “Baby,” she complains weakly while dropping her head back against the pillows. “Don’t start.”

But you’re already laughing properly now, shoulders shaking softly against her chest while Cassie’s face burns red all over again at the memory. “She really saw the lingerie?” you ask between giggles.

Cassie drags one hand over her face tiredly while glaring weakly down at you. “Enough of it,” she mutters. “Enough to make my entire fucking day miserable.” That only makes you laugh harder. Cassie tries to stay annoyed for another few seconds before eventually her mouth twitches upward too despite herself.

“It wasn’t funny,” she insists tiredly while rubbing lazy circles against your waist again. “Dana would not stop looking at me every time my phone buzzed after that.”

Your laughter softens into smaller giggles against her throat while warmth spreads comfortably through your chest.

“You’re so dramatic,” you murmur teasingly.

Cassie immediately scoffs.

“She literally asked me if black lace was appropriate attire for trauma rounds.”

That fully breaks you again.

You laugh so hard this time that Cassie finally starts laughing too beneath you, though hers sounds quieter and more exhausted while she buries her face briefly against your hair. “I hate both of you,” she mutters weakly, but there’s no actual irritation left in her voice anymore.

Only sleepy embarrassment and lingering affection while her fingers continue playing absentmindedly through your hair. Your laughter eventually settles back into softer giggles before fading completely while you stay curled against her side.

Cassie presses one final lazy kiss against your forehead afterward, arms tightening slightly around your body beneath the blankets. “Still worth it though,” she murmurs quietly after a minute. You tilt your head up curiously. Cassie only smirks faintly down at you despite how tired she looks now. “The pictures,” she says softly. “Absolutely fucking worth it.”

[barqns]

— 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍 𝐈𝐓 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀quarterback!cassie mckay x cheer captain!reader

⠀⠀⠀— 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ◈ make me earn it

. after the disastrous afterparty , you spend days ignoring cassie mckay despite how badly you miss her . when the star quarterback finally corners you alone after practice , the two of you are forced to confront the jealousy , hurt feelings , and toxic games that ruined whatever relationship you had . instead of falling back into old habits , you decide cassie has to earn your trust back properly this time . 7.4k

⠀⠀⠀— 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ◈ make me earn it

. angst . jealousy . arguments . emotional tension . hurt feelings . toxic relationship dynamics . soft reconciliation . emotionally vulnerable cassie mckay .

The first morning after the party felt wrong in a way you couldn’t properly explain, like something underneath your skin had shifted overnight while the rest of the world carried on completely normally around you. You barely slept after getting home, spending most of the night curled beneath your blankets still wearing Cassie’s oversized varsity jacket over your cheer uniform because taking it off somehow felt worse, her cologne still soaked deep into the fabric while your chest physically ached every time you breathed it in.

At some point around four in the morning, your phone lit up with a text from her that simply read you good? and you stared at the message for almost ten whole minutes trying to decide whether to answer before eventually locking your phone again without replying at all. That hurt more than you expected too.

Ignoring Cassie felt unnatural after months of instinctively responding to every little bit of attention she gave you, and the urge to text her back grew worse every single time your phone buzzed throughout the next few hours.

She sent three more messages before noon. You disappeared. Then can we talk? Then finally just baby c’mon.

That one almost broke you because Cassie only used pet names when she was feeling soft underneath all her cockiness, and for a few pathetic seconds you genuinely considered folding immediately, driving over to her apartment, climbing into her bed, and pretending none of this had happened just to stop the awful hollow feeling sitting inside your chest.

But every time you closed your eyes, all you could picture was Cassie pulling that random girl into her lap while everybody around them cheered, her mouth on somebody else’s while you stood there feeling stupid for believing you were different to her somehow.

So instead, you turned your phone face down and forced yourself to stay silent even though ignoring her already hurt almost as much as the party itself had.

School became torture almost immediately after that because Cassie McKay was impossible to avoid on campus even if you tried. She existed everywhere. Across crowded hallways with her football teammates trailing behind her. Leaning back lazily in lecture seats she barely fit into properly because of how broad her shoulders were.

Standing outside the athletic building in grey sweats with damp hair after early morning workouts while girls practically lined up to flirt with her.

Usually, seeing Cassie during the day made excitement curl low in your stomach because no matter how casual the two of you pretended this arrangement was, there had always been something intoxicating about knowing the cocky star quarterback who everybody wanted somehow always ended up wanting you most by the end of the night. Except now every accidental glimpse of her just reopened the wound all over again.

The first time she saw you after the party was outside your psychology lecture on Monday morning, and the second her eyes landed on you from across the hallway, her entire expression visibly shifted.

You saw the exact moment recognition softened her face before she immediately started moving toward you without hesitation, dodging through groups of students while calling your name, but panic twisted sharply in your chest the second you realised she was coming over.

So you walked away first. You hated yourself for how badly that hurt. You could physically feel Cassie’s stare burning into your back while you disappeared around the corner without acknowledging her, and by the time you finally made it into class your hands were shaking badly enough that you almost dropped your coffee trying to sit down.

The entire lecture passed in a blur after that because your brain kept replaying the brief look on Cassie’s face when you ignored her, confused and frustrated and weirdly wounded all at once. Good, you told yourself harshly while staring blankly down at your notebook. Let her feel it too for once.

Cheer practice somehow felt even worse because the football team trained right beside you almost every afternoon, which meant Cassie was suddenly impossible not to notice for nearly two straight hours every single day.

Usually she spent most practices distracting you on purpose. Smirking whenever she caught you watching her during drills. Throwing footballs toward the cheer mats just to make you yell at her dramatically. Wandering over during water breaks with sweaty hair and flushed skin just to hook an arm around your waist while everybody around you rolled their eyes because the two of you were apparently incapable of behaving normally around each other for longer than five minutes.

But after the party, everything changed.

The first practice afterward, Cassie approached you automatically during break like muscle memory alone had carried her there, one hand already reaching toward your hip before she fully registered the cold expression on your face.

“Hey,” she’d said softly, still slightly breathless from training, and god, she looked so unfairly beautiful standing there flushed and sweaty in tight compression gear that your chest physically tightened. You wanted to melt immediately. Instead, you stepped away from her touch before she could reach you.

The hurt on Cassie’s face flashed so quickly most people probably wouldn’t have noticed it, but you did because you’d memorised every version of her expressions months ago.

“Can we talk?” she asked quietly while the rest of the team pretended not to stare. You swallowed hard enough it hurt before forcing yourself to shake your head. Then you walked away again.

The entire rest of practice felt unbearable after that because you could feel Cassie watching you nonstop from the other side of the field, her frustration growing more obvious every time you laughed at something another cheerleader said or refused to look in her direction.

By the time practice ended, your chest hurt so badly from holding yourself together that you locked yourself in one of the bathroom stalls afterward and cried silently for ten whole minutes before going home.

Home stopped feeling comforting too after a while because there were pieces of Cassie everywhere inside your apartment no matter how hard you tried to ignore them. Her hoodie abandoned over the back of your couch. One of her hair ties wrapped around your bathroom sink. The expensive body wash she’d started using because you once casually mentioned liking the smell of it.

Even your bed felt ruined now because Cassie had spent so many nights tangled lazily through your sheets that your body still instinctively rolled toward the empty side searching for warmth that wasn’t there anymore. Every night became the same miserable routine after that.

You’d come home exhausted from forcing yourself to ignore her all day, throw your phone somewhere out of reach, and try distracting yourself with homework or bad reality television while pretending you didn’t care that Cassie kept texting anyway.

Some messages were cocky. you done being dramatic yet? Others sounded softer in ways that completely wrecked your resolve. Miss you. Saw your favourite candy at the gas station. Please just talk to me.

The worst one came late Wednesday night around one in the morning after you’d already climbed into bed. I fucked up and i know i did but you’re killing me here baby.

You stared at that message so long your eyes started burning again. Because despite everything, despite how angry you still were, some pathetic part of you missed her too.

You missed her laugh echoing through your apartment at midnight. Missed her heavy hands on your waist while she distracted you from homework by kissing down your neck until you forgot your own name.

Missed the softer side of Cassie nobody else really got to see, the version that tucked your cold feet beneath her thighs during movie nights and kissed your forehead whenever she thought you were asleep.

Losing that hurt far more than losing the physical part of your relationship ever could. But every time you almost gave in, you remembered standing outside alone beside Cassie’s truck while she stayed inside kissing somebody else, and the ache in your chest hardened back into anger all over again.

By the fourth day, ignoring Cassie had become less shocking and more exhausting. The initial anger still existed, but now it mixed dangerously with guilt because for the first time since this whole thing between you started, Cassie genuinely looked unsettled by your distance instead of irritated by it. People had started noticing too.

Your teammates kept exchanging awkward glances whenever Cassie appeared near practice pretending not to watch you. Even the football players seemed confused by how tense she’d become lately, because Cassie was usually loud and cocky and impossible to shut up after wins, but now she looked constantly distracted, eyes always searching for you in every room before her mood visibly darkened whenever you ignored her again.

You hated that it still affected you so much. Hated that every single time you walked away from her, your body physically wanted to turn back around. But you knew if you gave in too quickly, nothing would actually change between you.

Cassie would apologise, kiss you until you forgot why you were upset, and eventually the two of you would end up right back in the same toxic cycle again where she pushed too far every time she got scared of caring too much. So you forced yourself to stay cold even when it hurt. Forced yourself not to look at her during lunch when she sat three tables away staring openly at you.

Forced yourself not to smile when she purposely brushed past your shoulder in the hallway hoping for any kind of reaction at all. Forced yourself to keep walking when she quietly called your name after practice sounding more tired than angry now.

And honestly, that was the hardest part of all — realising hurting Cassie back didn’t actually make you feel better the way you thought it would. It just made both of you miserable.

The first night after the party, Cassie convinced herself everything would blow over by morning. Even after realising you’d actually left instead of waiting by her truck like usual, some stubborn arrogant part of her still believed the two of you would fall back into your normal routine eventually because that’s what always happened.

You fought. You got jealous. Somebody pushed too far. Then one of you cracked first and ended up tangled in the other’s bed pretending none of it mattered anymore.

So when she finally got home around three in the morning still slightly drunk and buzzing from adrenaline, she threw herself onto her mattress fully dressed and texted you without thinking too hard about it. you good?

Cassie stared at the message for a while after sending it, thumb hovering over your contact like she wanted to say something softer before deciding against it because vulnerability had never sat comfortably inside her chest for very long.

Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. No response.

The uncomfortable feeling low in her stomach worsened slightly, but she ignored it and sent another message instead. can we talk? Still nothing. By the time she sent baby c’mon close to sunrise, frustration had already started mixing dangerously with guilt because for the first time since whatever this thing between you started, you weren’t immediately giving her attention back.

Cassie barely slept that night. Every time her phone buzzed, she grabbed it too fast hoping it was finally you, only for disappointment to settle heavier each time it turned out to be teammates spamming the football groupchat instead. And somewhere deep down beneath all her irritation and pride, Cassie knew she deserved this. That was the worst fucking part.

Seeing you at school the next morning nearly knocked the air out of her lungs. Cassie spotted you across the hallway outside one of the lecture buildings while surrounded by half the football team, and instinctively her entire body reacted before her brain caught up because there you were, pretty as ever in one of those tiny skirts you always wore with your headphones on and coffee in your hand like you hadn’t completely wrecked her head all weekend.

Relief hit her embarrassingly fast at first. Relief because you were here. Because you weren’t avoiding campus altogether. Because maybe if she could just get you alone for five minutes, she could explain herself properly before this spiralled even further out of control.

So Cassie immediately started moving toward you without hesitation, barely hearing one of her teammates calling after her while she cut through the crowded hallway trying to get to you before you disappeared.

“Baby,” she called automatically once she got close enough, voice softer than usual despite all the people around, and for one hopeful second she genuinely thought you’d stop. Instead, you looked directly at her. Then walked away.

Cassie physically stopped moving. The rejection hit harder than she expected, sharp and immediate in a way that left her standing there stunned while students brushed past on either side of her. She wasn’t used to being ignored. Especially not by you.

Usually even when the two of you argued, there was still lingering eye contact, teasing remarks, tension thick enough to fill entire rooms. But this felt cold in a completely different way. Intentional. Final.

One of her teammates frowned beside her afterward and muttered, “Damn. What’d you do?”

Cassie only scoffed quietly before forcing a shrug like it didn’t bother her, but the truth was she barely heard anything anyone said for the entire rest of the day because all she could think about was the look on your face when you chose to walk away from her.

Football practice became unbearable after that because you were suddenly everywhere while simultaneously feeling completely out of reach. Cassie spent nearly every afternoon training beside the cheer squad like usual, except now instead of you grinning at her from across the field or yelling sarcastic comments whenever she showed off too much during drills, you acted like she barely existed.

The first practice after the party genuinely rattled her more than she expected. Out of habit alone, Cassie wandered toward you during water break already reaching for your waist before she fully processed the expression on your face, and the second you stepped back from her touch like it physically disgusted you, something uncomfortable twisted violently in her chest.

“Can we talk?” she asked quietly despite all the people around because suddenly she didn’t even care who noticed anymore. You just shook your head before walking away again. Cassie stood there frozen for a second watching you leave while confusion and frustration tangled together painfully inside her ribs because this wasn’t how things usually worked between you.

Normally you melted eventually. Normally she could flirt her way back into your good graces before things got too serious. But now every attempt to get your attention seemed to push you further away instead. She caught herself staring at you constantly after that during practice.

Jealousy started eating her alive all over again because suddenly Cassie realised how much attention from you she’d been taking for granted this entire time.

The worst moments were when you genuinely looked happy laughing with somebody else because each time it happened, panic crept a little deeper into Cassie’s chest whispering the same horrible thought over and over again — what if you stopped wanting her entirely?

At home, things somehow got even worse. Cassie’s apartment felt painfully empty without you there despite the fact you technically didn’t even live together, because over the past few months you’d slowly started leaving pieces of yourself behind in every corner of her life without either of you fully noticing it happening. One of your hair clips still sat abandoned beside her bathroom sink.

Your favourite snacks stayed stocked inside her kitchen cupboards because she’d started buying them automatically weeks ago. Even her fucking bed smelled faintly like your perfume after all the nights you’d spent tangled together there, and every time Cassie rolled over searching for warmth in the middle of the night only to find cold sheets instead, irritation and longing clawed harder beneath her skin. She started texting you more than she meant to.

At first the messages came out cocky because pride wouldn’t let her sound too pathetic yet. you done being dramatic? But then hours passed without replies and the frustration slowly cracked open into something softer and more honest before she could stop it. Miss you. Saw your favourite candy today. Please answer me.

Cassie hated how desperate she sounded by the third night. Hated how often she checked whether you’d viewed her messages. Hated herself most for kissing that random girl in the first place because if she was brutally honest, she barely even remembered what the girl looked like now.

The entire thing had just been about punishing you for making her jealous, about regaining control after watching Whitaker touch your waist all night while you laughed in his face. But now the consequences felt way bigger than whatever stupid game she’d been trying to win.

By Wednesday night, Cassie found herself sitting alone on her couch at nearly one in the morning rereading old texts from you instead of sleeping, thumb tracing over photos buried deep in your chat while something dangerously close to heartbreak settled heavy in her chest. That realization terrified her more than anything else had yet.

By the fourth day, Cassie looked exhausted. Not just physically either. Mentally. Emotionally. Everything inside her felt constantly wound too tight now because no matter where she went on campus, she was always subconsciously searching for you first before remembering you probably wouldn’t even acknowledge her if she found you. Her teammates noticed the mood shift too.

Cassie stopped joking around as much during practice. Stopped flirting back with random girls at parties. Stopped paying attention during film review because every time her phone lit up, stupid hope still flared briefly in her chest before dying all over again once she realised it wasn’t you.

And the worst part was that underneath all the frustration, Cassie genuinely started understanding why you were doing this. You weren’t ignoring her to be cruel. You were trying to prove a point she probably deserved to hear. Because Cassie did always take things too far whenever she got jealous or scared.

She pushed until people either left or forgave her, and until now, you’d always forgiven her eventually no matter how badly she fucked up. But this silence felt different. Dangerous somehow. Like for the first time since this thing between you started, Cassie wasn’t fully sure she could charm or flirt or kiss her way out of the damage she caused. That uncertainty ate at her constantly.

She still saw you everywhere of course. Across crowded hallways. Leaving classes. Standing with your cheer teammates laughing at things she wasn’t included in anymore. And every single time you ignored her, Cassie felt it physically now like a bruise being pressed repeatedly.

Yet despite all that guilt and longing clawing inside her chest, stubborn pride still lingered too because part of Cassie remained angry you’d flirted with Whitaker first. Angry you made her jealous enough to lose control.

Angry that somehow she was the only one apologising now when both of you had started this mess together. That conflict kept her trapped in this horrible middle ground where she missed you desperately while simultaneously refusing to fully surrender first.

Until eventually the pressure of it all became unbearable enough that she finally cornered you alone after cheer practice four days later, exhausted and frustrated and secretly terrified you were slipping through her fingers for good.

You were halfway through shoving your pom poms into your locker after practice when the gym doors slammed shut somewhere behind you hard enough to echo through the empty hallway, immediately followed by the sound of heavy footsteps moving fast in your direction. Your stomach tightened instantly before you even turned around because you already knew who it was.

Of course you did. Your body had spent the last four days painfully aware of Cassie McKay’s existence no matter how hard you tried to ignore her, every glance across crowded hallways or accidental brush of shoulders during practice hitting like a bruise pressed over and over again.

But right now the exhaustion from avoiding her finally outweighed the panic because honestly, you were tired of running. Tired of pretending you didn’t miss her. Tired of replaying that fucking party over and over every night while trying to convince yourself you weren’t allowed to be hurt by it because technically Cassie had never promised you anything real in the first place.

So instead of walking away immediately like you had every other time this week, you stayed standing there gripping the edge of your locker while Cassie stopped a few feet behind you breathing hard from rushing after you.

“Baby,” she said quietly. The word nearly cracked something open inside your chest on impact because god, you’d missed hearing her voice directed at you like that, rough and low and soft around the edges in a way nobody else ever got from her. But then anger surged back up just as quickly. Because Cassie always sounded sweetest right after hurting you the worst.

Slowly, you turned around to face her fully for the first time since the party, and the sight of her almost pissed you off more because she looked awful in the exact kind of way that made your chest ache despite yourself.

Dark shadows sat beneath her eyes like she genuinely hadn’t slept properly in days, damp curls sticking messily to her forehead after practice while her grey compression shirt clung tightly to toned skin still flushed from training.

Usually Cassie walked through life with this arrogant untouchable confidence that made everybody around her naturally gravitate closer, but right now she just looked exhausted. Frustrated. Desperate in a way she clearly hated you seeing.

“There you fucking are,” she muttered under her breath, dragging one hand through her hair while relief flashed across her face so openly it almost caught you off guard. For a second neither of you spoke.

The hallway stayed painfully quiet around you except for the distant buzz of fluorescent lights overhead and the muffled sounds of people leaving the gym somewhere further down the building, but the tension between you filled every inch of space anyway.

Cassie looked at you like she wasn’t fully convinced you’d stay standing there long enough for her to say what she needed to say, and honestly, you almost didn’t. Because the second your eyes landed properly on her again after four straight days of distance, your body reacted automatically in the most humiliating way possible.

You still wanted her. Even angry. Even hurt. Even after watching her kiss somebody else right in front of you. That realization alone made irritation flare hotter beneath your skin.

“You’ve been ignoring me all fucking week,” Cassie said eventually, voice rough now, frustration finally starting to overpower the nervousness underneath it. You laughed once quietly. “Yeah. Funny how that feels, huh?” Her jaw tightened immediately. “Don’t start.”

“No,” you snapped back before you could stop yourself, finally slamming your locker shut hard enough to make Cassie flinch slightly. “You don’t get to come corner me after four days and act like I’m the problem here.”

Cassie’s expression darkened instantly at your tone, defensive anger rising inside her just as quickly because no matter how guilty she felt, Cassie McKay had never been particularly good at sitting quietly while being blamed for everything.

“Oh my god,” she scoffed sharply, throwing her hands up slightly. “You flirted with Whitaker in front of me all fucking night.”

“And you kissed another girl on purpose to humiliate me back!” you shot back immediately.

“You think I don’t know why you did it?” Cassie stepped closer then, dark eyes narrowing while frustration rolled off her in waves now. “You were sitting there laughing in his face while he touched you all over the fucking party,” she snapped. “What the hell did you expect me to do?”

Your stomach twisted painfully because underneath the anger, you recognised the jealousy sitting beneath every word coming out of her mouth. That horrible possessive jealousy Cassie always got whenever somebody else touched you, like she genuinely forgot the two of you weren’t actually together.

But instead of softening toward it this time, your anger only burned hotter because this was exactly the fucking problem. “See?” you laughed bitterly, shaking your head slightly. “You always do this.”

Cassie frowned. “Do what?”

“Take things too fucking far every single time you get jealous.” The words hit hard enough to visibly stun her for a second.

You pushed forward before she could interrupt. “I flirt with somebody at a party and suddenly you need an audience while you make out with another girl in front of the entire football team?”

Your chest tightened painfully now that you were finally saying this all out loud after days of holding it in. “You always have to win, Cassie. You always have to hurt me harder back.”

Cassie physically stilled after that. For a second, the only thing filling the hallway was both of your uneven breathing while the weight of your words settled heavily between you. Deep down, some ugly guilty part of Cassie knew you were right. That was the worst thing about this entire fucking situation.

She had wanted to hurt you back at that party. Watching Whittaker’s hands on your waist had made something irrational and territorial snap loose inside her chest until jealousy swallowed up every logical thought in her brain, and kissing that random girl afterward had felt satisfying for maybe thirty seconds before the guilt started crawling in instead.

But pride still kept clawing viciously at her too because part of her remained furious that you’d pushed her there in the first place. “You think I liked watching him touch you?” Cassie asked suddenly, voice quieter now but somehow more intense because all the anger underneath it had sharpened into something rawer.

“You think I enjoyed seeing some asshole practically drooling over you while you sat there teasing me the entire night?”

Your throat tightened. “That doesn’t excuse what you did.”

“I know that,” she snapped immediately, louder now. “Jesus fucking christ, I know I fucked up.” The frustration in her voice cracked slightly around the edges, and for the first time since she cornered you, you saw genuine exhaustion bleeding through all the anger and jealousy underneath.

Cassie dragged both hands down her face harshly before looking back at you again, eyes dark and tired and completely overwhelmed in a way you’d honestly never seen before. “You ignored me for four fucking days,” she muttered quietly. “Do you have any idea what that did to me?”

You almost laughed at the audacity of that question. “What it did to you? Cassie, I stood outside by your truck crying while you stayed inside kissing somebody else.”

The second those words left your mouth, guilt crashed visibly across her face hard enough to stop her breathing for a second. Good. Let her sit with that image for once. Let her picture you standing out there alone waiting for her while she deliberately tried proving she cared less.

“I waited for you,” you admitted more quietly now despite yourself, voice cracking slightly around the confession. “Even after I left the party, I still waited because I thought eventually you’d come after me like you always do.” Cassie’s expression completely fell apart at that.

“Baby…”

“But you didn’t,” you whispered. “You stayed with her.”

Silence hit the hallway hard after that. Cassie looked genuinely sick now standing across from you, broad shoulders tense beneath the tight fabric of her shirt while guilt and frustration warred visibly across her face.

Part of her still wanted to defend herself, still wanted to scream that you hurt her too, that watching you flirt with somebody else all night had made her feel fucking insane in ways she didn’t fully understand yet.

But another part of her — the quieter, more terrifying part she usually ignored — knew none of that justified the look on your face right now. Because underneath all your anger, you looked hurt. Really hurt.

And Cassie hated that she was the reason for it. “I didn’t think you’d actually leave,” she admitted finally, voice rough and low now. “I thought you were just pissed off and trying to make me jealous back.”

You stared at her blankly for a second before letting out a soft humourless laugh. “You really don’t get it.”

Cassie frowned immediately. “Then explain it to me.”

“I wanted your attention,” you said quietly. “You wanted to fucking destroy me.” That one hit. Hard. Cassie’s entire face tightened before she looked away sharply like she physically couldn’t hold eye contact after hearing that out loud.

The guilt inside her chest felt almost nauseating now because the worst part was she knew exactly why she’d reacted so badly at the party.

Fear. Pure ugly fear disguised as jealousy and ego because somewhere along the line this whole casual friends with benefits thing had stopped feeling casual to her entirely, and instead of admitting that, she’d lashed out like an asshole the second she thought she might lose your attention to somebody else.

Cassie swallowed hard before looking back at you again, dark eyes softer now despite all the exhaustion still sitting there. “Okay,” she said quietly after a long silence.

“Okay. I fucked up. I know I did.” She stepped a little closer cautiously this time, like she was scared you’d walk away again if she moved too fast. “So tell me what the hell I’m supposed to do now.”

Your chest tightened immediately. Cassie held your gaze without looking away once, frustration and guilt and something dangerously close to panic sitting openly across her face now. “Seriously,” she muttered softly. “Tell me what I gotta do to fix this.”

You stayed quiet for a long moment after that.

Not because you didn’t have an answer, but because you genuinely didn’t know whether to trust this version of Cassie standing in front of you right now. The vulnerable one. The exhausted one. The girl looking at you like she’d finally realised she might actually lose you if she kept treating your feelings like a competition to win instead of something fragile she was supposed to protect.

Your chest still hurt from the party. From the four days afterward. From every ignored text and every accidental glance across campus that ended with both of you looking away before the other could see how affected you still were.

Part of you wanted to stay angry longer because anger felt safer than forgiveness. Anger let you keep your distance. But standing here now watching Cassie practically unravel in front of you felt different than all the other fights you’d had before.

Usually when the two of you argued, Cassie got defensive. Cocky. Sharp around the edges in a way that pushed people away before they could hurt her first. This time she just looked tired. Scared, even if she’d probably rather die than admit that out loud.

And somehow that terrified you too because you’d never seen Cassie this emotionally exposed before, never seen her standing this close to the edge of actually admitting she cared.

Your eyes dragged slowly across her face while silence stretched heavily between you, taking in the tension still locked through her shoulders and the way her jaw clenched slightly every few seconds like she was physically bracing herself for you to walk away again.

She looked broken in a way you didn’t think anybody else on campus would even recognise because to everybody else Cassie McKay was still the untouchable star quarterback with too much confidence and too many people wanting her attention. But you saw through all that now. You saw the panic sitting underneath it.

Eventually, you sighed quietly.

The sound alone visibly affected her.

Cassie’s entire body seemed to still the second it left your mouth, dark eyes locking onto your face immediately like she was trying to figure out whether that sigh meant surrender or goodbye.

God, the fact she genuinely couldn’t tell anymore made guilt twist painfully in your chest too because despite everything, you knew you weren’t innocent in this either.

You had flirted with Whitaker to get a rise out of her. You had pushed at Cassie’s jealousy on purpose because some selfish insecure part of you constantly needed reassurance that she wanted you more than everybody else.

The two of you had spent months building this horribly unhealthy cycle together where neither of you ever just admitted what you actually felt, instead choosing to poke and provoke and hurt each other until the other reacted strongly enough to feel wanted again. And maybe that was the real problem.

Neither of you trusted the other enough to believe you were cared about unless jealousy was involved somehow. “We can’t keep doing this,” you said finally, voice quieter now.

Cassie frowned slightly. “Doing what?”

“Hurting each other every time one of us gets scared.” The words hit her hard enough that you visibly watched her expression soften around the edges. “Baby—”

“No, listen to me.” Your voice stayed calm this time instead of angry, and somehow that affected Cassie more because she immediately fell silent again despite the frustration still sitting inside her chest. You swallowed once before continuing carefully.

“We act like this thing between us is casual, but then the second somebody else gets involved we both completely lose our fucking minds.” Cassie looked away briefly because she knew you were right. “I flirt with somebody and you try to destroy me for it,” you continued softly.

“You pull away or get jealous and I immediately start trying to prove I can make you jealous too.” Your chest tightened painfully now that you were finally admitting this out loud. “It’s toxic, Cass.”

Silence filled the hallway again after that.

Cassie leaned back heavily against the row of lockers behind her, one hand dragging slowly across her mouth while she stared down at the floor for a second looking genuinely overwhelmed by how real this conversation had suddenly become.

You could practically see the conflict happening inside her in real time because vulnerability didn’t come naturally to Cassie at all. She preferred flirting and teasing and physical affection because those things let her avoid saying the terrifying honest parts out loud. But now there was nowhere left to hide.

“So what are you saying?” she asked eventually, voice rougher now. You hesitated briefly before answering because honestly, the idea forming in your head scared you too.

“I think…” You paused, searching carefully for the right words. “I think if we’re gonna do this properly, we need to start over.”

Cassie blinked immediately. “Start over?” You nodded slowly.

“No games. No making each other jealous on purpose. No acting like we don’t care when we obviously do.” Cassie’s throat bobbed slightly as she swallowed hard.

“You wanna just… be friends?” The quiet panic hidden underneath that question almost shattered your resolve entirely because she sounded genuinely terrified of the answer.

“No,” you admitted softly. “I don’t think I could just be your friend anymore.” The honesty knocked the air out of both of you.

Cassie physically froze against the lockers, eyes snapping immediately back to your face while something vulnerable cracked wide open in her expression so fast it almost hurt to look at. You’d never admitted that out loud before.

Neither of you had.

Everything between you had always lived in this blurry undefined space where feelings were implied but never spoken directly because speaking them made them real. Dangerous.

“Then what?” Cassie asked quietly after a second, and for the first time since you’d met her, she sounded unsure instead of confident.

You took a slow breath before answering.

“We get to know each other again.”

Cassie stared at you silently.

“We actually try this time,” you continued softly. “Like properly. Not just hooking up and pretending feelings don’t exist until one of us gets jealous enough to explode.”

You shifted your gym bag higher onto your shoulder nervously while speaking because god, this felt terrifying now that you were saying it aloud. “We rebuild trust. We communicate instead of trying to hurt each other first. And if something bothers us, we say it instead of turning it into some fucked up game.”

Cassie’s expression changed slowly while you spoke, the tension in her face softening into something almost disbelieving because she genuinely hadn’t expected this conversation to go here.

She’d come chasing after you expecting another fight. Maybe another week of being ignored. Not this. Not you standing here offering her something softer and more serious than either of you had ever let yourselves touch before.

“And the flirting shit stops,” you added firmly. “For both of us. No more trying to make each other jealous just to prove a point.” Cassie immediately nodded before you even finished speaking.

“Okay.” The answer came too fast, too desperate almost, and your eyes widened slightly because you’d honestly expected at least some resistance from her. But Cassie just pushed herself off the lockers again and stepped a little closer carefully like she was scared this might disappear if she moved too suddenly.

“Okay,” she repeated quieter this time, eyes locked completely onto yours now. “I can do that.” Her voice cracked slightly around the words and your chest tightened painfully because Cassie McKay — cocky, emotionally unavailable Cassie McKay — suddenly looked more vulnerable than you’d ever seen her in your entire life.

“I know I suck at this,” she admitted quietly after a second, almost embarrassed by the confession. “Feelings and… whatever the fuck this is.” You couldn’t help the tiny sad smile that tugged briefly at your mouth because honestly, same.

Cassie noticed it immediately too and let out the softest breath of relief like seeing you soften toward her even slightly after four days of distance physically eased something crushing inside her chest. “But I wanna fix it,” she admitted softly. “I wanna fix us.”

The words settled heavily between you both, warm and terrifying all at once, and for a second neither of you moved. Cassie just stood there staring at you like she couldn’t fully believe this conversation was real, like she was still waiting for you to change your mind and walk away again before she got too attached to the hope flickering inside her chest now.

It hit you suddenly then, how rare this version of Cassie actually was. Vulnerable. Open. Looking at you without all the cockiness and teasing and ego she usually hid behind.

She looked younger somehow standing there like this, exhausted eyes softening around the edges while she waited for your reaction with the kind of nervousness that almost made your chest ache.

And god, despite everything, despite the hurt and the jealousy and the four miserable days you’d spent ignoring each other, you still wanted her so badly it physically hurt. You wanted this version of her most of all. The honest one. The one quietly asking you not to give up on her yet.

Slowly, before you could overthink it, you stepped closer.

Cassie immediately stopped breathing.

You saw it happen in real time, her entire body tensing instinctively while her eyes dropped to your mouth for the briefest second because after days of distance, after all the arguing and ignored texts and unresolved tension between you, even standing this close again suddenly felt intimate enough to wreck her.

Your own pulse had started racing too now, especially when the familiar warmth of her body finally settled close enough for you to feel again after four straight days of missing it.

Cassie smelled like practice and expensive cologne and the faint lingering scent of her shampoo underneath it all, and the familiarity of it nearly knocked the air from your lungs because home had started smelling like Cassie months ago without you even realising it. For a second you just looked at her.

Really looked at her. At the nervous tension sitting beneath her carefully controlled expression. At the way her hands flexed slightly at her sides like she desperately wanted to touch you but wasn’t sure she was allowed anymore.

That realization softened something painful inside your chest instantly. So before either of you could ruin the moment by talking yourselves back into fear and defensiveness, you leaned forward carefully and pressed the softest kiss against her cheek.

Right beside her mouth.

Close enough that Cassie inhaled sharply the second your lips brushed warm skin.

The reaction was immediate.

Her entire body visibly shuddered beneath the contact like she genuinely hadn’t expected tenderness from you after everything that happened, and the tiny sound that escaped her throat afterward almost broke your heart because it sounded relieved more than anything else.

You lingered there for barely a second before pulling back slowly, but the closeness still left your breath tangled together in the tiny space between your mouths now. Cassie stared at you completely stunned. Dark eyes wide. Lips parted slightly. Like that tiny almost-kiss had affected her more than any heated make out session the two of you had ever shared before.

Maybe it had. Because this wasn’t anger or jealousy or lust masking itself as affection this time. This was softer. More dangerous. Your forehead almost brushed hers from how close you still stood, and for once neither of you rushed to fill the silence because the tension between you had changed completely now, less sharp and explosive than before.

Fragile instead. Careful.

“You don’t get another chance after this if you pull something like that again,” you whispered softly, voice barely above a breath. Cassie’s expression tightened instantly at the reminder of the party, guilt flashing visibly across her face again before she nodded quickly.

“I know,” she murmured. “I know, baby.” The pet name sounded different this time too. Less teasing. More reverent somehow. Like she finally understood how close she’d come to losing you completely.

And then, to your complete surprise, Cassie’s eyes suddenly dropped toward the floor for a second before she laughed quietly under her breath, nervous in a way you’d literally never heard from her before.

“You have no idea how bad I wanted to touch you this week,” she admitted softly, almost embarrassed by it. Your stomach flipped instantly. Cassie glanced back up at you afterward, vulnerability sitting openly across her face while her voice lowered even more.

“Every time I saw you at practice and you ignored me…” She swallowed hard. “It fucking killed me.” The honesty in her voice hit so hard you physically felt it.

Because Cassie never admitted things like that. Never openly handed somebody the power to hurt her. But here she was doing it anyway, standing in the middle of an empty hallway after practice looking at you like she was finally done pretending this whole thing between you was casual.

Your chest tightened painfully again. Slowly, cautiously, you reached forward and took one of her hands in yours for the first time since the party. Cassie visibly melted at the contact.

Actually melted. Her shoulders dropped slightly like she’d been carrying tension there for days, thumb immediately curling instinctively against your wrist while she looked down at your joined hands with an expression so soft it almost didn’t feel real.

“We take it slow,” you murmured quietly. “Okay?” Cassie nodded immediately. “Slow,” she agreed softly. You studied her face carefully for another second before adding,

“And no more stupid games.” That finally pulled the smallest smile from her. Tired. Crooked. Real.

“No more games,” she promised. And for the first time since the party, you actually believed her.

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[returnofeternity]

not sure if this is relevant but i dont want to cause any misunderstanding but im transmasc but i have no access whatsoever to testosterone but i do want the things that come with testosterone (deep voice, body hair growth, tdick)

last night i had a dream abt having a dick but it was NOT a tdick

it felt so real and i was bricked up but it was up to the point where it hurt but it wasn't standing up bcs of the length 😵‍💫😵‍💫 my mind thought of cassie taking care of reader in the same situation, cooing them as she teased their swollen tip with precum leaking out

"I know," Cassie coos softly, making you whine at the tone of her voice. She thumbs the tip of your dick, smearing your precum all over. "I bet it hurts so bad, huh? You're leaking so much."

Cassie's tongue darts out to collect the string of precum drooling down your tip, flattening it along the underside of your cock before enveloping her lips around your head. You let out such a pathetic whine that makes Cassie chuckle, and the vibrations send waves of pleasure right to your core.

Bucking your hips into her face, you try to stuff more of your dick into her mouth. "Please, Cass. Need you to take care of it. It hurts so much. I need to cum so bad...need to cum inside you."

Inside or on, you don't care. You just need to cum.

Cassie pulls her lips off your swollen, angry red tip. She licks her spit and some of your precum off her lips.

"I'll take care of you, baby. Don't worry. I'll make you feel so much better."

She starts stroking your length, her lips growing into a tiny smile at how you lean your head back and thrust into her hand. You don't need lube to wet your dick since it's already so wet with your precum, but Cassie spits on it regardless. She spreads her spit with her hand, and the filthy wet sounds of your cock being jerked off make Cassie's clit throb with want.

"Can you look at me, baby?" Cassie pants out, voice all raspy from how turned on she is.

You let out a weak moan and blink your eyes open, dipping your head down to look into Cassie's dark blue eyes. The lust swimming around in them makes you feel crazy, and your hips involuntarily thrust into her palm.

Maintaining eye contact with you, Cassie drops her hand and wraps her mouth around your cock, relaxing her jaw so she can take all your length. You watch your cock disappear into Cassie's mouth and feel more precum dribble out of your tip, dropping onto Cassie's tongue. She hums at the taste, hands stroking your hips as she starts bobbing her head up and down on your length.

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smth smth cassie milking you until you're shooting blanks, bruising your hips while she slams her hips down on you, helping you relieve that painful hardness between your thighs :(

[alliewrights]

Part VI: Null and Void

Yolanda Garcia x sugar baby!reader

CW: intense emotional confrontation/arguments, relationship conflict and reconciliation, guilt, crying, references to past financial distress, smut (explicit sexual content), scissoring/tribbing, soft dom!Yolanda, partially-resolved ending

WC: 4.2k

Part V

Terms and Conditions Masterlist

A/N: My tags are doing weird things so I’m sorry to anyone I missed out whose tag didn’t work!

──────── Null and Void ────────

By the time the bus crosses the Birmingham Bridge, your hands are shaking so badly that you nearly rip the stack of papers just to stop them from slipping out of your grasp.

PAID IN FULL

ZERO BALANCE

The words have been burned into the back of your eyelids for the last forty minutes.

Every pothole that the bus hits causes another wave of fury to wash over you.

Outside the window, Pittsburgh is wet underneath an overcast sky. Rows of brick buildings are streaked with rainwater, pedestrians with umbrellas hurrying along sidewalks trying to get out of what looks to be the start of a nasty storm. Normally you like the city, you like this specific bus ride across town, but today it feels like it’s taking too long.

Your knee bounces violently the entire ride.

Once, the older woman sitting across from you gives you a wary look before shuffling her purse closer to her side.

You don’t even blame her, you know how you look from the outside. You’re pissed and you look it. You’re not hurt, not emotional, furious. The kind of anger that causes steam to come out of ears in cartoons.

Because how fucking dare she?

You spent ages trying to stitch yourself back together after she ended things, after she broke them. Weeks of dragging yourself through the mud of shifts with aching ribs and an empty bank account and the humiliation of almost reaching your goals, almost having everything you ever wanted, just for her to throw you away like you were trash. Lying trash. And now this? Now you find out she’s been quietly dropping hundreds of thousands of dollars into your life like some guilty millionaire playing god from a distance?

The mortgage paperwork crinkles in your fist, the paper giving way to your angry fingers.

She doesn’t get to do this, she doesn’t get to walk away from you and still control things in your life. She doesn’t get to decide what happens to you after making it clear she didn’t want to be involved with you anymore.

The bus finally lurches to your stop and you shoulder-check someone in your effort to get off as quickly as possible. 

Cold air and rain slaps you in the face immediately. You hope it’ll cool you down enough to stop you from committing a felony in the lobby of Yolanda’s building (it doesn’t).

Eight months. Eight months of Yolanda insisting on rules and boundaries and professionalism and emotional distance, only to - only to pull some shit like this the second she loses control of the situation.

You shove through the revolving doors hard enough that one of them swings too fast behind you and hits you right on the butt. And for one awful moment, looking at the inside of the lobby feels so familiar that it actually hurts you. You used to come here at least three nights a week, sometimes more.

Richard is inside tonight instead of standing outside the doorway. Not a huge surprise with the rain. “There she is,” he says as he pushes his glasses up his nose. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

You stare at him for a second, still breathing hard from anger and the slight uphill walk from the bus stop.

His forehead crinkles in confusion. “Everything okay?”

“No.” Your hands tighten instinctively, nearly crushing the paperwork. “Is she home?”

Richard hesitates just long enough to catch the look on your face. Because apparently you currently look like someone about to either start crying or kill a person, and even you aren’t sure which is more likely.

“…long day?” he offers cautiously.

You laugh, and it sounds unhinged even to your own ears. “Something like that.”

His hand reaches for the security desk phone. “Want me to call upstairs for you?”

“No,” you say quickly. “No, I’m not giving her the chance to avoid me.”

Understanding dawns across Richard’s face. Not understanding-understanding, obviously, he has no idea what actually happened between you and Ms. Garcia. But there’s enough pieces of the puzzle to understand that this is relationship business. Ugly relationship business.

“…right,” he says. 

You can pretty much see him debating in his head whether or not it’s a terrible idea to let you upstairs without calling the police. But then he sighs, his shoulders slumping just a little as he makes a decision he knows could get him in trouble. “She got home maybe an hour ago.”

“Thanks,” you mutter tightly. 

Richard gives you one last look of uncertainty as you stalk off toward the elevators.

The ride up feels endless, and catching yourself in the reflection in the mirrored walls looks strikingly different from the last time you took this elevator. Your hair is wet from the rain, sticking to your forehead and your face and your neck. Your jaw is clenched so tight that you can practically see the vein in your forehead about to burst from stress. You barely recognize yourself.

When you step off the elevator on Yolanda’s floor, for just a moment, another memory flashes before your eyes uninvited: Yolanda half-asleep and barefoot, opening the same door you’re staring at right now, late at night in soft gray sweatpants and that stupid white loose button-down that doesn’t even count as leisurewear. And she smiles at you, soft and unguarded in a way you were rarely ever allowed to see her.

Your heart pounds uncomfortably in your chest and you crush the feelings that memory brings with it immediately.

No, absolutely not.

You did not ride a Pittsburgh city bus across town in the rain to get sentimental. You came here furious, to demand answers. You came here because Yolanda Garcia does not get to buy her way out of guilt and call it kindness.

Your hand tightens into a fist and then you pound on her door hard enough to rattle the frame.

The door opens almost immediately, and standing there is Yolanda in lounge pants and a black long-sleeve shirt, hair damp like she’s just gotten out of the shower, and for a split second, her whole face seems to soften at the sight of you. Like she’s relieved.

But then she sees your expression and the relaxed expression disappears immediately. “What happened?”

You shove past her before she can say another word. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Yolanda stumbles sideways in surprise as you storm into her home. The familiar smell of her coffee hits you immediately, rushing your senses like an old memory, and it only makes you angrier.

Behind you, the door clicks shut.

You whirl around to face her. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you demand.

Yolanda inches back in surprise, caught off guard by the sheer force of your anger. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, don’t do that,” you snap. “Do not stand there acting confused.” You hurl the stack of papers onto her kitchen island hard enough that one of them slides across the marble and off the countertop, coming to rest at her feet.

Her eyes follow the falling paper, catching on the PAID stamp across the bottom. And in her face, you see it: the tiniest hint of guilt. She bends down to retrieve it, and as she straightens, her expression smooths out in a way you’ve seen a thousand times before. “You took a bus across the city to scream at me?”

“You paid off my fucking mortgage!”

Yolanda folds her arms across her chest defensively. “You were drowning.”

“That’s none of your business anymore!” Your volume increases, loud enough that if you don’t stop, you know she’ll have angry neighbors.

“You were going to lose the house.”

“And?”

“And?” she repeats incredulously.

“Yes, ‘and,’” your voice continues to rise. “You made it very clear you wanted out, Yolanda! You don’t get to walk away from me and then still try to insert yourself when you feel guilty about it!”

“I do not feel guilty.” The lie is both instant and obvious.

You stare at her, then laugh once, mockingly. “Wow, that’s bullshit.”

Yolanda’s lips purse. “You think I did that because I pity you?”

“What else am I supposed to think?” you shoot back at her. “You ended things because my life was - because I was too messy for you, remember?”

“That is not why I ended things.”

“Really? Because from where I’m standing, it looked like you took one look at my situation and ran for your life.”

Yolanda’s eyes flash with anger that rivals your own now. “That is untrue and unfair.”

“Unfair?” You point violently toward the paperwork spread out across the island. “You paid off my fucking hospital bills.”

“You couldn’t afford them!”

“That doesn’t mean you get to swoop in and fix everything!”

“Somebody fucking had to!”

The apartment goes dead silent, even your own breathing stops. Yolanda freezes too, like she didn’t mean for that to come out.

Your stomach twists, and you laugh harshly, bitter and without humor. “There it is.”

Yolanda shakes her head, exasperated. “That isn’t what I meant.”

“No, I think it is.” Your voice thins, your anger fraying around the edges, though the knot doesn’t unwind. “You think I can’t handle myself, is that it?”

“You are twisting my words to make me seem like the villain.”

“And you’re acting like you can buy your way out of your feelings!” Both hands fly to either side of your head, holding your temples. “You hurt me, Yolanda!  And the worst part is that I still don’t even hate you for it now.”

“You don’t?” You miss the uncharacteristically soft tone of her voice, too busy word-vomiting to hear her.

“I tried so hard to hate you,” you rant, beginning to pace her kitchen. “But I had to keep all of my anger to myself because of that stupid contract, I couldn’t talk to anyone about it! Do you know how alone I’ve felt? I blocked your number twice, and then unblocked it again just in case, I even paid some Etsy witch forty dollars to put bad energy into your life -”

“You what?” 

“- and somehow you’re still in my head all of the time!”

Yolanda’s mind seems to blank at the silly revelation. “Is that why I keep losing patients..?”

Your brain doesn’t skip over that one. “I killed people?!”

“You paid someone to curse me.”

“That’s not the point,” you argue, pointing at her before she can say another word. “Do not derail me right now.”

But Yolanda is still staring at you in disbelief. “Oh my god.”

“Stop focusing on the witch!”

“I’m trying, but you’re making it hard!”

“You don’t get to swoop in and save me anymore.” Your voice drops to a whisper, the flame that was your anger fizzling out. “You can’t reject me and then still treat me like I belong to you.”

“You do not belong to me.”

“You’re acting like I do!” you insist, your tone almost pleading. “I didn’t as you for this.” You gesture toward the papers.

“I know you didn’t!” Yolanda suddenly yells, the force startling both of you. “Jesus Christ, I know you didn’t ask!”

The kitchen falls silent again.

Yolanda drags a hand over her hair, her control over even herself wavering in a way you’ve never seen from her before. “That’s the problem,” she says. “You never ask for anything.”

You stare at her. “Are you serious? The problem is that I’m not greedy enough for you?”

She begins to pace now, too, as if your roles have swapped. “Do you know what it was like when I found out?” she demands. “Learning that you weren’t spending any of what I gave you on yourself? Realizing that you were probably rationing groceries while sleeping in my bed?”

Shame courses through you, hot like fire. “Don’t.”

“No, because apparently nobody in your life loves you enough to say it to you!” she snaps. “You act like needing help is some kind of failure.”

You scoff. “That’s rich, coming from you.”

“I ended things because I thought I was taking advantage of someone who was desperate.”

“You weren’t taking advantage of me!”

“Well how the hell was I supposed to know that? You never told me!” Yolanda laughs bitterly. “Do you know what I’ve been doing over the last couple of months?”

“Apparently committing white-collar financial crimes, how did you even get the information to pay these bills?”

“Obsessing over you,” she shoots back, ignoring your question. The dam cracks, and despite her visible annoyance over her own confession, she keeps going. “I try to sleep and I wonder if you’re cold because your heat’s been shut off. I’m at work wondering if you’re ignoring your ribs hurting because you can’t afford another hospital bill.” Her voice roughens. “I pick up a stranger in a bar,” she hisses, “and say your fucking name with her mouth between my legs.”

Your breath catches in your throat and you try not to look hurt at the humiliation.

Yolanda’s eyes are sharp as they lock onto yours. “Do you understand how humiliating that is?” She circles the island toward you slowly. “This isn’t guilt,” she spits. “If it were just guilt, it would’ve gone away already.”

Your heartbeat is hammering in your neck as she approaches. “Yolanda -”

“And the worst part is, you still won’t ask me for anything,” she cuts you off. “You would rather drown than need someone else, and you say I’m emotionally stunted.”

“That is not true.” You glare at her as she reaches you.

“Then ask me for something.”

You blink rapidly. “What?”

“Ask me for something,” Yolanda repeats. The intensity of her stare nearly has you withering. A few months ago, it would have. “Anything you want, anything at all. Just ask.”

Your throat is suddenly tight and dry with the weight of her demand, because the implication of what she’s saying is impossible to misunderstand.

Ask for me.

“I can’t,” you whisper as your eyes begin to burn. “You can’t ask that of me.”

She’s so close that you’re almost nose-to-nose, and you don’t miss the confusion that flickers across her face. “Why not?”

You huff and look away, like a wounded animal. “Because you don’t get to put me through all of this and then make demands.”

Yolanda’s breath is not on your face as she sighs through her nose. “I’m standing here, telling you that I will give you anything you ask of me.”

“After you left.”

You can see on her face how deeply your words register with her in the way that her expression hardens: the softness of her mouth pulls down into a frown, the way that her eyebrows draw together. 

“What am I supposed to do, Yolanda?” Your voice shakes so badly with the thread of unshed tears that you’re forced to whisper. “Beg you to stay this time? How would I even know you mean it?”

Yolanda stands there unresponsive for a moment, her eyes trained on you as she considers her words carefully before deciding to say them: “Let me prove it to you.”

Silence follows because you don’t know what to say, and she uses that to continue.

“I know I can’t undo what I did,” she says. “I can’t take it back. But I am telling you right now that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since.” Her eyes search your own. “But I need you…I need you to ask.”

You take a shaky breath, searching her face for any insincerity, anything that she could use against you, any trace of the woman you spent eight months with.

When you don’t find it, you let the breath out.

“Yolanda,” you start, completely unsure of how to even ask. “Please -”

That’s it. Surrender. The trust you offer her blindly, without being sure she won’t hurt you again.

Yolanda doesn’t let you finish whatever you were going to say next. Both of her hands fly to your jaw, tilting your head at the exact right angle to kiss you. You make a sound against her mouth and it tastes like relief, disappearing into her like she’s been waiting too long to hear it.

Her lips are warm against your own, and insistent as they guide your mouth open so she can slip her tongue inside your mouth. You clutch at her shirt where it bunches around her waist, refusing to let go even as she pulls you blindly toward the hallway that leads to her bedroom.

You can’t open your eyes once you reach the bedroom, worried that once you do, the spell will be broken and you’ll feel the hurt once more.

Her hands slide down your body, mapping your skin like she’s memorizing you anew until she reaches the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and off your body. Cool air hits your skin for only a second before her hands replace it, still hot from her shower, sliding up your ribs to cup your breasts.

You gasp into her mouth. She groans in response, her thumbs brushing over your nipples until they harden under her touch.

“So fucking perfect,” she mumbles, breaking away from your mouth so she can trail her lips down your throat and over your collarbones. “Missed this so much, missed you.”

Clothes come off in a stumbling haze, both yours and hers. Her shirt hits the floor, then your pants, and by the time you actually reach the bed, you’re both naked. The sight of her body stops you in your tracks, her skin glowing in the low light that’s barely tricking in from the nearly-set sun, her curls still slightly damp but not dripping but a stray droplet here and there, which trails between her breasts without a thought of what it does to you. She’s beautiful. She always has been, but your memory of her these last few months pales in comparison.

Yolanda doesn’t give you time to overthink this. She guides you down onto your back on the mattress, crawling over you until her hair tickles your cheek. The heat of her body sinks into yours as she lays flush against you, your breasts brushing and her hips settling between your thighs. 

You whine at the contact. Reaching blindly toward the nightstand next to her bed, you’re surprised when her hand catches your wrist, stopping you.

“Not tonight,” she mumbles against the skin at the valley of your breasts. “Need to feel you against me.” 

She sits up and hooks one of your legs over her hip, rolling you slightly to align your bodies until your slick heat meets her own. The first glide of her folds against your own pulls a moan from your throat, head tilting back against her pillow. She’s soaked, burning hot, and the feeling of her wet skin against your clit makes your back arch.

Yolanda sets a slow, grinding rhythm, one hand braced beside your head while the other grips your thigh, holding your legs open for her. Each roll of her hips into your own sends sparks up your spine and you lift your hips to meet her, to match her rhythm. You can feel everything: her wetness coating you, the way her clit rubs against your own when she gets the angle just right.

“Look at me,” she demands, softly and without malice.

You do, your eyes opening as you lift up onto your elbows. Her dark eyes are locked on your own, curls falling against her face like a halo, her lips parted as she visibly pants. 

There’s no emotional wall this time, and how could there be? Not once in the entire time you spent together was she ever skin-to-skin with you like this, like it was a vulnerability she couldn’t afford. 

You rock up to meet her, desperately chasing the friction that stokes the fire in your belly. Your hands roam her back, pulling her down against you, forcing her back to bow to keep up the slide of her slick against yours. Your nails lightly scratch against her skin and she growls - like, actually growls - at the feeling, and it only fuels her to grind down harder against you.

“Fuck - Yolanda -” You bury your face in her neck, mouth latching onto the pulse point in her neck so hard you know it’ll leave a mark. And you revel in the way she doesn’t pull you away, the way she would’ve in the past, with a stern warning to “not leave marks where anyone could see.” Just the thought that she’s allowing you to mark her has the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in your core.

“I’ve got you,” she rasps, shifting her angle so her clit drags over yours just right with every thrust. “Let go, baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

The newness of his feeling, of her truly here, skin to skin, open and vulnerable and heart cracked open, is the final straw that sends you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you in waves, your thighs shaking around her as you cry out against her neck. 

Yolanda follows seconds later, her own hips stuttering and a low and guttural moan vibrating through her chest as she grinds through her own release. Her slick heat pulses against you, and you have no idea if it’s your own slick or hers that coats both of your thighs.

You stay locked together afterwards, trembling and breathing hard. Yolanda collapses on top of you, tucking her face into the crook of your neck, legs tangled between yours. Your fingertips stroke over her back in slow passes, soothing the rapid thud of her heart against your own.

After a long minute, she moves, sliding just enough off you to grab at the water bottle on the nightstand, offering it to you first. Knowing how thirsty you always are right after sex. When she catches your eyebrow quirking up, she shrugs. “Old habits die hard.”

You take it, sipping the water while coherent thoughts come racing back in. But it isn’t until you’ve handed the water back to Yolanda and she’s getting her fill that you actually speak.

“Yolanda,” you say quietly.

The tone of your voice has her pausing, capping the bottle so she can look at you.

You swallow hard. “I don’t know what this is now.”

She finishes screwing the lid on. “What do you want it to be?”

You’re surprised at the question, which feels more like an offer. “I - I can’t -” You can’t finish the thought, but you don’t have to. She knows.

I can’t ask for this.

Yolanda takes a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling while she does so, like she’s centering herself. “I can’t promise that I’m going to do this perfectly,” she says softly. “Or that I’m going to be exactly what you need right away.”

Right away.

Your eyes lift at the same time she looks down at you. She holds your gaze like she’s forcing herself not to look away. And she probably is.

“But I am here,” she goes on. “And I’m trying. And I…I’m not leaving you again just because I don’t know how to do it right yet.”

Yet.

You sit up to meet her, to be at the same level. To avoid her looking down at you, both metaphorically and literally. “I don’t know if I can do this again,” you admit. “I don’t know if I could survive it.”

Yolanda sets the water bottle on the bedside table again, and then settles back next to you on the bed. “I meant what I said,” she says. “I want to prove it. I just…don’t know exactly how to do that yet.”

A long silence settles after that, one you don’t break with continuing a discussion that won’t be solved tonight. 

The only surefire thing you know right now is that this is not how you expected this to go, but you’d be lying if you said the weight on your chest that’s been following you since that day in the hospital, the dark cloud that’s been following you ever since, isn’t lifting just a little.

Because Yolanda is here, accepting you for you, and not what you can offer her, or what she can offer you. And you know that there will be a bigger conversation, about privacy, and about what this means for you two and what the future holds. But right now, as you both lay back down in her massive mattress, pressed up against each other in a way that the available space doesn’t require, it feels like everything is going to be okay.

For once, it’ll be okay. 

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human nature (2)

famous!baran al hashimi x journalist!female reader

NSFW MDNI

a/n: hii this is part two of human nature. beware it gets super freaky! so mdniii! enjoy <3

your eyes opened to unfamiliar walls, morning light spilling through sheer curtains. for a few seconds, your brain stayed blissfully unaware, heavy with sleep and soft sheets tangled around your bare legs.

baran.

all of last nights events come flooding back like a broken dam. your stomach flipped when you realized where you were. you sit up almost immediately, looking to your side fully expecting a naked baran but found it empty.

“oh my god,” you whispered to yourself.

you looked down at your figure, your bra was gone, but you were wearing an oversized dark t shirt and cotton shorts that definitely didn’t belong to you. the shirt smelled exactly like baran.

your body started heating up. you barely remember anything from after the couch. did she carry you up here? your heartbeat sped up embarrassingly fast at the thought.

the room looked exactly like the rest of the house, looking back to your side you saw that it was perfectly untouched.

so baran did sleep somewhere else. something about that made your chest ache unexpectedly.

you pushed the blankets away and stood carefully, still feeling groggy. the shirt hung loose on your body, slipping slightly off one shoulder when you moved.

the house was eerily quiet when you stepped into the hallway.

“baran?” you called softly.

nothing.

you wandered slowly through the house barefoot, trying not to feel weird about being here alone in her clothes like this.

the morning light made the entire place look different. it looked soft during the day. a coffee mug sat abandoned near the kitchen sink. one of baran’s jackets hung over the back of a chair.

you found yourself smiling slightly despite yourself. then, you felt warm arms wrapping around your waist from behind. you gasped clutching the person’s arms.

baran’s chest pressed against your back as she tucked her face into your neck inhaling your scent, one arm secured around your middle.

“i missed you,” she murmured sleepily against your neck.

your body melted instantly at the sound of her voice.

“you scared me.”

“i saw you wandering like a lost puppy.”

“sorry, i woke up and you were nowhere to be found.” you said leaning back against her like you couldn’t help yourself.

“i was called in for rounds.”

“you left for work?”

“and came back,” baran answered, her chin brushed your temple lightly. “you were asleep.”

“did you carry me to bed?”

“yes. well, more like dragged you.”

you laughed and quickly hid your face with one hand. baran’s soft laugh against your hair echoed through your head.

“you put me in pajamas?” you asked chuckling.

“couldn’t make you sleep in your work clothes, now can i?” she smirked, her arms tightened slightly around your waist.

you turned around just enough to get a proper look at her. she looked unfairly good for someone who’d apparently just got home from a shift at the er.

“you own very expensive pajamas.”

“they look better on you.”

your stomach flipped, and baran noticed the way your eyes widened slightly at the comment. a small smile appearing at the corner of her mouth before she slipped away slowly.

the warmth of her arms were still on your body as you watched her make her way to the kitchen table.

“come eat, i’ll make you something.”

“wait, do you have a toothbrush i could use?”

“yeah, in my bathroom in the cupboard.”

after freshening up in baran’s massive bathroom that could fit your entire apartment, you giddly made your way back downstairs and into the kitchen.

you sat at the table drinking coffee while baran cooked eggs like this was something that happened every morning. like you belonged.

she set a plate in front of you before taking a seat across the table.

conversation flowed as naturally as they could in circumstances like these during your one night stand with a celebrity doctor.

“there’s a charity gala in two weeks,” baran spoke when it got quiet, almost like she was soft launching a first date.

“the foundation event?” you glanced up at her.

“you know it?”

“my magazine’s covering it.”

baran tilted her head slightly. “you’re attending?”

“unfortunately,” you nodded. “me and like six other writers are basically getting deployed there for coverage and interviews. it’s gonna be miserable.”

baran laughed softly under her breath, hand going up to her hair to free it from the bun she was wearing. everything she did distracted you.

you looked down at your place before she could notice you drooling.

“i didn’t think…you’d invite me somewhere public,” you blurted out to fill the silence.

baran’s brows furrowed.

“i’m inviting the magazine,” she said calmly, too calmly. “you happen to come with it.”

if she would’ve told you she hated you and kicked you out naked it would’ve felt better than that. you stared at her in disbelief.

a teasing smile crept onto her face. “the realistic answer offended you?”

“a little.”

baran leaned in a little, her hand open for you to hold. you hesitated before placing your hand over hers.

“i wanted to see you there,” she added, her thumb brushing the back of your hand.

and just like that, you were nervous all over again.

-

the rest of the weeks leading up to the gala, you spent almost every day at baran’s house. you’d leave work early on days she was off so you could spend as much time as you could together.

everything about it was an unfamiliar domestic feeling to you. not just the sex. it was also the obsession slowly making it’s way up your neck and biting you there leaving marks of her everywhere.

she would casually text you throughout the day when you two weren’t together. your body reacting before your brain every single time your phone buzzed.

make sure to eat something before noon today.

her texts always sounded like she was constantly concerned about you. like you were on her mind every second of the day. then she texted you things during nights where you couldn’t go over to hers.

i’m drunk.

i wish i could taste you right now.

and go down on you.

my beautiful girl.

you smiled too much at work during those weeks. your phone glued to your hands, checking for baran’s texts.

“someone’s happy,” sofia teased one morning while dropping into the chair beside your desk.

“as happy as someone can be answering emails at nine in the morning,” you responded.

“did you have sex?”

“what?”

“you have that after sex glow,” she pressed further.

“i don’t want to talk to you about my sex life.”

“oh, you so had sex,” she laughed. “tell me, who’s the lucky bastard.”

“we’re at work.”

“fine,” she frowned dramatically. “but i won’t stop asking.”

you ignored her, reaching for your coffee. the emails kept piling up after you released your interview with baran. suddenly everyone wanted to put their hands on you, offers from bigger magazine comapnies, interviews with movie stars, and even movie premiere invites.

it was a high you never wanted to come down from. your dad had even started forwarding the interview to relatives before you even woke up the morning it was published. he kept introducing you to people as “my daughter, the journalist” with a big grin on his face that made his eyes crinkle at the corners.

you couldn’t stop chasing that feeling.

sofia beside you shifted a little. “wait.”

“what?”

she looked down on her phone and started typing quickly.

“i’m putting together background blurbs for the foundation gala attendees,” she squinted at her tiny screen. “and i swear i read something weird about al hashimi.”

your fingers tightened around the coffee cup.

“oh.”

the sound made your chest hurt, like it punched straight through.

impatient you asked her. “what oh.”

sofia’s face turned into something of confusion then understanding. “did you know she was married?”

the cup nearly slipped from under your hand. married? she can’t be married. she let you in her house, she had sex with you, she let you wear her clothes.

“what? no i didn’t–”

sofia turned the screen toward you. an old article with a photo of baran standing next to another woman in a navy gown, one hand resting on the shoulder of a little boy smiling at the camera.

the caprion underneath blurred slightly when you tried to read it.

dr baran al hashimi attends annual pediatric fundraiser with wife and son.

“she has a kid?” you whispered.

“apparently,” sofia shrugged.

everything inside you went cold. you thought about her hands on your skin, the way she kissed you, sleeping in her bed, her texting you every hour checking in on you.

all of it turned sour instantly.

you felt a wave of humiliation before the anger got the chance to settle in. because suddenly you saw yourself the way you imagined everyone else would, a stupid younger journalist sleeping with a powerful woman who probably did this all the time.

has she laughed about you afterward? had there been other girls walking around in her clothes thinking that they were special too?

the thoughts were ugly and underneath it you felt an inevitable sense of grief. because the way baran looked at you like you were something precious, you had naively started believing this was becoming real.

and now you felt stupid for every second that belief cemented in your mind.

sofia was still talking, but her voice sounded far away now.

you felt embarrassed for how hard your feelings crashed into you. you barely knew this woman. so why did your chest hurt like you’d been betrayed already?

“hey, are you listening?” sofia waved a hand over your face. “you okay?”

“fine. i just need to finish the donor profiles.” you turned to your computer screen before she could say anything else.

shortly after your phone buzzed with a text from baran

looking forward to tonight ;)

you stared at the message until it started to feel weird before locking the screen without answering.

-

the fundraiser event felt unbearable from the moment you arrived. you did your best trying to avoid baran, but it didn’t work. the days after you found out about her wife and kid you went radio silent, and she wasn’t having it.

she showed up at your apartment at midnight the day before the gala, knocking on the door repeatedly until you answered.

“what the hell?” you groaned, getting out of bed in a hurry almost tripping over the sheets.

you opened the door to find a very confused baran, lowering her hand once the door fully opened.

“baran?…it’s like three in the morning.”

“why are you not responding to my texts?”

you froze your arms coming up to hug yourself for some sort of comfort. you were never good with confrontation, it was one of your worst traits.

“i’ve been busy,” you shrug.

baran tilted her head slightly, not believing a word you were saying.

“all day?”

“yeah i uh…i had to work on the donor profiles for the foundation event.”

baran nodded slowly and walked closer to you, it took every nerve in your body not to flinch. she brought her hands up to your arms and squeezed.

“if there’s anything going on, you know you can tell me right?” she mumbled, her eyes searching your face for a hint at what you’re thinking.

you held yourself back from yelling at her. you have a wife and a kid. why are you touching me like this? like i’m worth something more? you felt sick looking at her hands all over you.

and when she leaned in to kiss you, her lips were the only ones pressing. you weren’t kissing her back the way you usually did. how could you when she was hurting you like this.

she pulled back her eyes still full of concern. “if there’s anyth–”

“yeah to call you, i know. i just want to sleep right now, it’s been a long day.” you sigh moving away from her hold.

respecting your wishes, she didn’t say anything as she nodded and left your apartment. you wanted to cry, scream, and punch her at the same time. tell her to come back and explain to you why she was doing this to you. she didn’t get to make you feel bad when she’s the one in the wrong.

she texted you that morning checking in again, you despised the affect she had on you.

i couldn’t sleep all night. please tell me if there’s anything going on.

i’m always here for you.

now at the event, the ballroom glittered underneath massive chandeliers. wealthy donors drifted between tables in designer gowns and tuxedos, champagne glasses glowing beneath the light.

everything looked picture perfect.

you felt like you were everything but ready to face baran again after that night in your apartment.

your coworkers occupied nearly half the room. writers moved around collecting quotes and information about all the rich gossip while photographers snapped pictures near the entrance.

normally events like this thrilled you. they were a sea of opportunities for you to swim in. but tonight, your head turned and your stomach twisted every time the doors opened.

when baran arrived you felt the entire room tilt, she wore a black dress that was wrapped around her body, the low back exposing her warm skin. diamonds at her throat.

she looked too good for you to stay mad at her. but you couldn’t help but go back to her wife, she probably brought her to events like this. arm wrapped around her waist, whispering sweet nothings to each other. the thought made you physically sick.

baran spotted you instantly across the ballroom, like you were a force she couldn’t pull away from. her face softened into a smile, like she’d been looking for you specifically.

then she excused herself from the conversation she was having with a group of people and made her way toward you.

panic started crawling up your body, you turned away before she could reach you. coward.

you made your way to the bar, going to the most crowded space so she wouldn’t be able to follow you. it was impossible to avoid her, you eventually felt her attention find you again.

and every time you looked back, she was already staring. the third time you made eye contact, she looked concerned. the flirtatious smile now an invisible frown.

your phone buzzed in your clutch

baby, what’s wrong?

you stared at the message trying to come up with an excuse.

nothing.

busy.

the typing bubble appeared, it stayed for a full minute before disappearing. no response from her.

eventually, your body caught up to the stress that you were feeling and panic started showing on your face.

the bathroom was empty when you walked in, running your hand under cold water before bringing it up to your neck. you needed to calm down before going back out there, but you knew you couldn’t. not when baran is here.

you stared at yourself in the mirror, makeup was still perfect, but your face wasn’t. you shut your eyes briefly trying to remind yourself that you were here strictly for work. nothing else.

the door opened behind you then quickly shut. you flinched, turning around to see baran standing there.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” she said smiling softly. “why can’t i get a moment with you?”

you brought your hand up to your earring, fixing it when it didn’t need to be fixed. anything to calm your nerves.

“i’ve been running around with sofia all day.”

baran nodded and started walking toward you, her perfume wrapping around you. a feeling of heat pooled in your stomach. you hated how your body reacted to her, like it couldn’t handle a normal interaction with her.

she studied your expression for another second before her eyes looked down at your mouth. then she leaned in slow enough for you to have the chance to back away. another inch and she would’ve kissed you. and god part of you wanted her to so bad.

then the image of her wife and son flashed through your head again, like a warning sign. you stepped back without saying anything, her face turning back to a confused frown.

“okay, you have to tell me what’s going on,” she chuckled humorlessly, like she couldn’t believe you pulled away from her.

without another word, you left the bathroom while baran was still in there wondering what it is she did to make you not want her anymore.

the rest of the night was a blur of people talking to you and you not listening to a word and your coworker sofia asking you if you’ve reunited with baran yet. reunited is surely one way to put it.

at first you told yourself you needed just one drink to calm yourself down, and to stop thinking about baran. then came another because you could still feel your hands shaking. and then another becsuse every time you glanced around the room you saw baran pretending to function normally while she wore the tension on her shoulders.

when you downed your fourth glass of champagne, your thoughts had turned ugly. you wanted nothing more than to march over to her and yell at her.

the fifth glass of champagne made the world around you spin and light blur. sofia caught your wrist gently near the bar.

“okay,” she said carefully. “you need water.”

“i’m…literally fine.”

“you almost fell over,” sofia’s face softened then. “what happened?”

your eyes blurred instantly. and because you were so drunk, drunk enough now for your emotions to stop sitting neatly inside your chest, the truth almlst spills out completely.

“i really liked her,” you whispered.

“oh,” sofia’s brows furrowed as she took a seat next to yours. “your sex buddy? is she here?”

“what? no” you reply defensively, you couldn’t tisk sofia knowing about your affair with a woman twenty years your age, who was a celebrity to add more fuel to the fire. “it’s nothing i’ll tell you…later.”

you got up then without waiting for sofia to follow you, as you made your way to the donors table. aceoss the ballroom, baran noticed the second you nearly stumbled into the water fountain.

you laughed it off, grabbing the edge of the table in front of you to steady yourself while a poor waiter stands in front of you, with his hand out to help you stabilize.

baran eyes were still on you. she’d spent the entire night trying to give you space after whatever weirdness happened in the bathroom, but now you were flushed, visibly drunk, and laughing too loudly at something a board member said.

she crossed the ballroom toward you just as nearly tipped over a waiter. a hand caught your elbow firmly.

you look up to see baran standing there, anger visible on her face. “oh no,” you whispered.

“how drunk are you?” baran asked, her grip tightened on your elbow.

“i-i don’t know,” you hesitate, looking down at her dress and the way it hugged her just right. the way her chest rose in anger. that honestly felt unfair at this point.

she was standing looking like something out of a commercial and your eyeliner was smudged beneath your eyes and your cheeks were red from the entire disaster of tonight.

“i’m taking you home,” she said releasing her grip to reach for her phone in her bag.

“the home where your wife and son are?” you blurt out, drunk enough to confront her now.

baran froze then, confusion flickered across her face while she tried to catch up with the conversation. realization hit her hard after that.

“huh?” she whispered.

baran looked away for a second tongue pressing against the inside of her cheek while she processed what you were implying.

“you kiss other girls…and…and fuck them in your bed while your wife’s not there?” you spat angrily, vision blurring at the edges.

baran said nothing as you kept throwing claims at her.

“did you have sex with her on the same sheets as well? hm? touch her while you had your fingers inside me not even hours ago?” you stepped closer, the alcohol giving you a new sense of courage. “do you have any idea how disgusting i felt when i found out? i’m an idiot for thinking… this actually meant anything to you.”

she kept listening with this increasingly stunned look on her face. “you thought i was cheating on my wife with you?”

“yes!”

“i had a wife.”

“that’s wh–”

“i’m divorced.”

the color from your face drains as you register her words at the best of your abilities while alcohol was present in your body. you stared at her silently as you replayed every humiliating detail in your head.

oh.

oh, you fucking idiot.

divorced? you didn’t think to ask her. you were too afraid to confront her and lose what you’ve been craving your whole life that you didn’t think to ask her of all people.

“i’ve been divorced for four years.” baran exhaled, one hand sliding to her hip. “you thought i was married this whole time?”

you couldn’t answer. because yes you did think that and now that you knew the truth, every second of your behavior towards her felt like a humiliation ritual.

fuck.

you accused her of cheating, of bringing women home behind her wife’s back. all while she stood there looking confused and worried and trying yo figure out why you secretly hated her.

“is that why you were acting strange?”

still complete silence from you. what would you even say? sorry that i projected an entire fake marriage onto you and then tortured myself with it for days?

you looked away not handling the disappointment that’s apparent on her face. coward coward coward.

“you could’ve just asked me,” baran’s voice softened.

guilt settled in deep inside of you that it almost made you nauseous. you remembered every time she genuinely looked relieved when you paid attention to her tonight, even if it was brief.

meanwhile you were standing here calling her a cheating psychopath.

baran waited for you to say something back to her, explain yourself. but all you could do was stare at your feet in embarrassment and guilt.

she shifted closer. “you should see your face right now.”

that made the shame worse, you pressed your lips together tightly. you wanted the floor to crack beneath you.

baran’s mouth twitched slightly at the sight of you filled with shame and embarrassment.

drunk tears burned behind your eyes from pure humiliation, your hand going up to gently wipe them to not make baran notice.

but she did.

baran didn’t say a word before walking around you and leaving you standing there. the gala continued around you normally like nothing had happened.

a new wave of panic rushed through you. did she just break up with you? if your relationship could even qualify for one.

you barely survived the rest of the night, clinging to sofia’s side as much as you could. you smiled at people you barely heard, nodded through conversations, even walked into the wrong elevator when you were trying to leave.

the entire drive back to your apartment felt like it was too much to handle. sofia in the drivers seat kept turning around and looking at you in concern and also the fear of you throwing up in her car.

“please don’t do anything stupid,” she said as you were leaving her car.

“when have i done anything stupid?” you asked, even though everything you did recently was the most idiotic anyone has ever acted before.

“you know what i mean, call me if you need me i’m always here.”

where have you heard that before?

you didn’t say anything when you left her car, quietly thanking her as you closed the door behind you.

when you stepped into your apartment, the ache in you chest hurt so bad you physically couldn’t sit anymore.

at some point you flipped your phone over completely and let the screen buzz itself exhausted against the countertop while you sat on the kitchen floor with your knees pulled to your chest.

you didn’t know how long you sat there, thinking about how you messed up, how you were going to make it up to baran.

when you picked your phone back up again there were three missed calls from your dad. he was probably worried about you because you weren’t returning his calls.

you couldn’t stay another second in your apartment, you lasted exactly thirty minutes, before calling an uber and going to baran’s house at almost one in the morning.

-

the lights were still on when you arrived, her car in the driveway instead of inside the garage. you almost turned around twice before reaching the front door.

you gathered whatever courage the alcohol provided you at this moment and knocked.

no response.

you knew she was home. you could hear your own heartbeat in your eardrums now, as the panic started to make you feel nauseous again.

you knocked again. still no answer.

“baran,” you called through the door. “please.”

a few seconds later, you heard footsteps approach the door before it opened. you almost fell face flat into her floor because you put half your body weight on the door.

baran stood there in a pair of grey sweatpants and the same t shirt you wore the first time you slept over at hers. she looked tired and her hair was damp like she just hopped out of the shower.

her eyes moved slowly over you, still in your gala outfit, your makeup is now a mess you didn’t want to deal with, and your breath smells like alcohol.

you couldn’t think of what was the appropriate thing to say at this moment.

“can i…come in? please?” you swallowed, bracing yourself for rejection, for her to slam the door in your face.

instead, she quietly stepped aside.

you followed her awkwardly into the kitchen, baran leaned against the counter, her arms folded loosely now. waiting for you to speak.

and suddenly every prepared sentence vanished from your brain entirely.

“i’m sorry,” you blurted out. “i was insane tonight, okay? i know that i sounded crazy and jealous and–”

baran didn’t move when you stepped closer to her and dropped to your knees. you didn’t realize what you were doing, drunk and needing baran to forgive you. she looked down at you.

“baran,” you whispered shakily.

nothing, she wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of forgiveness. not until you keep begging for it.

the silence was like a knife to you because she wasn’t reassuring you anymore, she wasn’t softening just because you looked upset.

she was letting you sit in it. in your guilt, your shame, your embarrassment. letting you feel exactly what you’d done.

your hands gripped helplessly at the fabric of her sweatpants near her knee. “i didn’t mean it like that, i just– i saw the article and i freaked out and i kept thinking about–”

“you thought i was disgusting,” the calmness in her voice hurt worse than anger.

“no.” your eyes burned as you looked up at her.

baran finally looked away for a second, her jaw tightening slightly you could almost miss it.

“you asked me if i brought women into my bed while my wife wasn’t home.”

hearing it repeated back to you verbatim made you physically flinch.

“you thought i would do that to someone. and still came to my house.”

your breath caught, you couldn’t tell what she really wanted from you.

she looked down at your hands gripping her clothes then back at you. at the sight of complete mess and desperation. something dark washed over her. she was enjoying this. you on your knees for her begging for forgiveness. she wondered how far she could push you.

“you look pathetic right now,” she smirked.

the words should’ve hurt. they should’ve made you stand up and leave to keep whatever dignity you had in you.

but all you felt was heat rush through your body and straight to your core.

your fingers tightened against her knee. “i know.”

baran’s eyes darkened at how quickly you agreed.

“you punished me for something i didn’t do,” she whispered. “even looked at me like i was a liar.”

“baran, please.”

“no,” her voice stayed calm. “you’re going to listen to me now.”

baran’s hand dropped down to your hair, pulling lightly at the strands. it didn’t hurt, but it made you whimper.

“look at you,” she murmured softly. baran’s thumb slowly brushed against your lips. “open your mouth for me.”

you parted your lips and she slipped two fingers inside of your mouth, pushing all the way back until you gagged.

“you know you really disappointed me.”

you nod weakily, eyes getting wetter every time she pushed her fingers against your tongue.

“did you think i would lie to you?”

you shook your head.

“you’re on your knees desperate for me to touch you, huh baby?” she cooed at your tears.

you whimpered around her fingers. the feeling making you dizzy, you needed her to touch you but you know you didn’t earn that yet.

a quiet breath left her through her nose while her gaze dragged over your face.

“such a pretty apology,” she murmured. you close your eyes at the sound of her voice. “look at me when i’m talking to you.”

you opened your eyes and looked back up at her, a tiny smirk now on her face as she pulled her fingers out of your mouth, wiping the spit on your cheeks.

“you wanna know what i think?” she asked. “i think you hated the idea of someone else having me.”

yes you did. you hated it more than anything else in the world.

“i’m so sorry,” you begged, clutching her hand but she pulled it away. “let me make it up to you, let m-me make you feel good.”

baran’s composure shifted slightly at your words. “oh yeah? and how are you going to do that?”

you didn’t say a word as you grabbed at her sweatpants and pulled them down, revealing her bare pussy. she wasn’t wearing underwear, and it only made the heat in your core grow hotter.

baran looked down at you, holding back moans as you licked a line from her knee all the way to where she needed your apology most.

you looked up at her before dipping your fingers into her heat, she was dripping. all the begging you did had her too worked up.

you stroke her clit and that drew a low moan from baran above. you slipped your tongue inside her pussy feeling the tight warm clench around you as she grinded her hips into your face.

your tongue delved deeper into her slick folds, savoring the musky sweetness that coated your lips, a taste that was purely baran. you moved with intent, your mouth repeating apologies as your tongue pressed on her swollen clit.

baran’s thighs trembled around you, her fingers tangled in your hair as she kept the rythm of her core against your face.

the sounds of you lapping at her wetness filled the kitchen, your own arousal building with every moan escaping baran’s lips.

“good girl,” she moaned throwing her head back as your fingers teased her hole again. “fuck you’re–oh shit baby. right there.”

two fingers sliding effortlessly into her, earning you a low guttural moan. you pumped your fingers in and out, curling upward to stroke that sensitive spot.

“baby.” she whimpered, her voice breaking into a nasty plea, her hips bucking against your fingers as you played with her clit.

“i’m so sorry baran,” you pouted as your fingers kept pumping inside her. “i never meant to hurt yo–”

she nodded quickly. “yes, yes i forgive you. shut up and keep making me feel good, sweet girl.”

your fingers started moving faster, a pace that made baran’s eyes flutter shut and her mouth hang open in pure ecstasy. her orgasm fastly approaching as you bit her thigh, making her yelp and grasp onto your hair.

her nails were digging into your scalp as the pain and pleasure twisted together in a delicious haze. your free hand roaming upward slipping beneath her shirt squeezing at her bare breast, pinching the hardened nipples until she let out another yelp.

the intensity of the moment stripped away all of baran’s anger toward you, leaving only the turth of her desire, and that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t resist you.

you felt baran clench around your fingers as she came, moaning your name. she pushed your hand away when you wouldn’t stop, overstimulating her bringing her to tears.

“enough–”

“tell me that you were thinking about me all night.” you murmured, looking up at her, your mouth and chin coated with her release.

you fingers delved back into her already swollen pussy sensitive from her orgasm. the overstimulation sparking jolts of pleasure and pain that made baran’s hips buck involuntarily.

her eyes opened to look down at you. a smirk on your face, the alcohol in your blood making you enjoy this more than you’d like to admit.

you stood up and kissed her cheek, while she was falling apart on your fingers. “where did your words go?”

baran’s half lidded eyes glared at you, as her mouth dropped open and arched into you when your fingers found a deeper spot in her wet heat. your lips attached to a spot you knew left her squirming on her neck, sucking, biting, marking her in a place everyone would see.

“i’m-fuck…,” she tries to speak but the way you were rubbing her clit made her see stars. “i hate you.”

you lift your head up from her neck, stopping your movements. baran’s eyes widened as she gripped your wrist and pushed your fingers into her again.

“pathetic,” you whispered.

baran’s eyebrows shot up. she heard what you’d said loud and clear. “pathetic?”

you nodded smirking at her, relishing in the dominance you suddenly possessed. it didn’t last long as baran pulled your fingers out of her and brought them to your lips.

“suck.”

fuck.

you wanted so bad to be a brat and say no, to wipe your fingers on her shirt and shove her away. but the way she spoke to you, voice low and demanding, made you want to crawl to her and obey her every command.

her fingers pushed into your mouth. the taste of her sweetness on your tongue made everything in you tingle with need.

“good, good girl,” baran said hazily, watching you clean your own fingers of her cum.

without another word baran pulled her sweatpants back on and walked to the living room, looking back at you to follow her.

she settled back against the cushions, her frame relaxed but her gaze wasn’t, her arms crossed. you felt the air around you thicken with anticipation, the faint scent of her arousal still hanging heavy.

“i want to see every inch of you,” baran murmured, her voice that same commanding tone that made your pulse quicken.

your hands trembled slightly as you reached for the zipper of your dress, the fabric clinging to your sweat dampened skin. you peeled each piece of clothing off slowly, revealing your naked figure to baran.

she didn’t move, didn’t touch, didn’t speak, her eyes roaming over every inch of exposed flesh. the way your pussy glistened with arousal, your thighs clenching together slightly in search of relief. your drunken state not helping your case, only making you grow wetter from everything she did.

the intensity of baran’s stare, unblinking and starving, drove you to the edge. your body aching for any sort of contact, for the release only baran could provide.

“baran, please,” you whimpered, your voice cracking into a needy whine as you stood there trembling.

your hands hovered over your breasts with uncertainty, waiting for permission from baran to touch yourself. the heat between your thighs grew unbearable, your clit throbbing with unmet need, the slickness of your arousal evident as it trickled down your inner thigh.

“i can’t take this–baran, please, i’m begging you,” you pleaded, words coming out in a breathless rush.

baran was still silent as her eyes stayed on your nude form. with an agonizing slowness, she slipped her hand beneath the waistband of her own pants, her fingers delving into the wet folds of her pussy, circling her swollen clit, as she watched you stand there.

the soft sounds of her own touch filled the silence, provocative moans spilling out of her mouth which only made your desperation worse.

your resolve crumbled under baran’s stare, your hands twitching at your sides as the need pulsed through you, a deep ache in your pussy begging for attention.

you couldn’t hold back any longer, your fingers crept downward, brushing lightly over your sensitive clit, the small contact sending an electric jolt of pleasure through your core that made your knees weaken.

but the moment you did, baran’s eyes flashed with fury, her hand pausing, voice cutting through the silence like a whip.

“did i give you permission to do that?” she snarled.

your hand froze mid air, a flush of embarrassment and arousal washed over you. baran’s own fingers resuming their pace on her clit, as if to reclaim the power.

your heart raced as you stood there, looking at baran trembling, her breaths turned into sharp gasps, her movements growing messier as she rubbed herself harder.

she was a work of art, head thrown back pressed into the cushions behind her as she kept getting closer to her release.

“this…this is what you do to me,” she moaned her hips bucking into her hand as she came with a loud cry. “y-you make me a fucking mess.”

you couldn’t help but stand there and drool at the sight before you, her hands moving up and into her mouth as she cleaned fingers of her own release staring at you.

you needed her so bad, worse than any moment before this. she was electric, every part of your body tingling with need as she teased you. tears started pouring out of your eyes at the ache she was letting you deal with.

it was almost like she wanted you to suffer, to stand there and be humiliated. the same way you made her feel with your accusations. she only let her eyes focus on the way your thighs were rubbing together slightly. she had you exactly where she wanted you.

“come here.” almost like she decided you’ve had enough as she takes off her sweatpants.

your legs felt like they were about to give out as you stumbled toward her. baran shifted forward, parting her legs slightly as she granted you permission with a nod patting her thigh, allowing you to straddle her.

“take what you need, you’ve been a good girl.”

you sank onto her thigh with a whimper, grinding against the thick muscle, the heat of her skin searing through your own. tears streamed down your flushed cheeks, the glasses of champagne that you had started to amplify the raw vulnerability clawing at your chest. “baran, i’m sorry-shit. i’m so sorry.”

you sobbed, your hips rocked faster, forehead resting against hers as your swollen lips sliding against the curve of baran’s leg, the friction bringing on a pleasure you’ve never experienced before. your hands roamed down barans front grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head.

your breasts brushed against hers with each movement, the room spun making the sensation more intense. the salty taste of your tears on your lips, the musk of arousal around you, the pressure building deep as you chased your release.

“fuck, i’m so close.”

baran’s hands gripped your hips, guiding you with a possessive touch that only fueled the storm of emotions between you. her dark eyes locked on your tear streaked face. “shh, baby, i’ve got you–let it all out.”

your drunked haze only made your movements grow sloppier, desperate, as your cries turned into a mix of pleasure and sadness.

your clit throbbed against her thigh, your walls clenching around nothing while you were mumbling nonsense into baran’s neck. a mix of pleas and apologies drowned in your pretty moans.

the wetness of your arousal coating baran’s leg in a sticky trail, every thrust a silent plea for forgiveness. in that moment, the lines between lust and love blurred, your tears a testament to your devotion, baran surrendering as the weight of reconciliation, intertwined with the way you were grinding down on her.

“come for me.” she whispered in your ear.

as your orgasm gets closer, you threw your head back and baran’s hand slides up to cup your breast, thumb playing with your nipple before she wrapped her lips around it, drawing out the last shudders of release. your body twitched as you came until it fell slump on top of baran’s.

she held you tighter, one hand rubbing up and down your back soothing you through your release. she slowed the movement, running her fingers instead through your hair while you internally die.

you groan into her shoulder. “i’m never speaking again.”

“that’s a bit dramatic.”

you don’t remember falling asleep, only that baran’s fingers on your scalp lulled you to a deep slumber.

waking up the next morning was hell, your head pounded with a terrible ache. you forgot almost everything as soon as you opened your eyes, the alcohol doing its job in making you not suffer last nights events.

but it slowly started coming back in pieces.

you at the gala, drinking your sadness away, baran walking away from you, crying on baran’s kitchen floor, the humiliating way you begged for her forgiveness.

“what the fuck?” you whispered into the pillow.

beside you, baran made a soft sound that suspiciously resembled amusement.

you closed your eyes instantly. “no.”

baran’s voice came out rough with sleep behind you. “no what?”

“i’m leaving the country.”

a quiet laugh warmed the back of your neck, as she shifted closer her arm coming to wrap around your waist pulling you back against her chest.

“like i’d let you out of my sight,” she whispered kissing the back of your neck.

“can we agree to never mention last night ever again?”

“i don’t think i’ll be able to. the sight of you on your knees for me will always be burned into the back of my head,” she said biting your ear. “you should upset me more. need you on your knees again.”

you felt an ache grow slowly between your thighs at her words. you made a strangled noise into the pillow, willing your head not to remember any part of you on your knees.

“you’re never letting this go.”

“no chance.” she giggled softly. “you in my kitchen crying about my imaginary wife?”

“that didn’t happen!”

“oh, it absolutely happened.”

the rest of the morning passed lazily. you stayed tangled in baran’s sheets while sunlight moved slowly across the room, warm against your bare skin. at some point she disappeared into the kitchen and came back with coffee, one mug balanced carefully in her hand while you sat up against the headboard still trying to recover from the hangover.

baran sat back down beside you, entirety too calm for someone that emotionally tortured you for several hours.

you looked down at your mug for a second before speaking.

“so what happens now?”

“what do you mean?” baran glanced at you.

“i mean…” you hesitate. “are we still doing whatever thing this is?”

baran leaned back against the headboard, studying you with a teasing smile.

“you think last night scared me off?”

“it should’ve, i mean i was a nightmare.”

“it didn’t.”

you looked down quickly to hide how much relief hit you from those two words alone. baran reached over, fingers hooking lightly beneath your chin until you looked back at her.

“come here.”

you moved immediately, setting the coffee down before sliding closer until her arm wrapped loosely around your waist. your head rested against her shoulder while her fingers moved lazily through your hair.

for the first time since meeting her, your chest didn’t feel tight with confusion or longing or uncertainty.

just warmth.

“you can stay.” baran smiled faintly against your hair.

you tilted your head back slightly to look at her.“you want me to stay?”

“i wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”

something stupidly soft spread through your chest. and before you could overthink it, she reached over and kissed you slow enough this time that neither of you were trying to prove anything more.

[babyjanehoe]

ya know what. i think we should just start tagging Jack Abbott x Reader, Frank Langdon X Reader, etc in all the wlw fanfics. fuck it spread gay pussy all over the tags. if i have to scroll through straight fanfics to find wlw then they can scroll through wlw fics lol