Summary: You look back on your years with Emery and how life has changed in such beautiful ways.
Word Count: 5.7k
Warnings: no use of Y/N
A/N: Hello everyone! Happy Pride! I am hoping to write a fic a day for Pride Month, so if you have any ideas for any of the people I write for, or even someone new, send them my way!
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The morning light slips through the curtains of your shared apartment, soft and golden, catching on the rainbow flag draped across the window. The colors spill over the walls, over the dresser, over the pile of clothes Emery swore she was going to fold last night before promptly falling asleep on the couch with her glasses still on.
June has always felt different in your home.
Not just because of the flag in the window or the little rainbow magnets on the fridge or the Pride calendar Emery made with her aggressively neat handwriting and color-coded plans. June feels like a reminder. A celebration, yes, but also a marker of time. Proof that the two of you made it here.
Together.
You stir awake slowly, tucked beneath the sheets, warm and comfortable in the quiet of the room. For a few seconds, you don’t move. You just listen to the soft hum of the fan, the distant sound of traffic outside, and the steady rhythm of Emery breathing beside you.
Then you open your eyes and find her already watching you.
She is propped up on one elbow, dark hair loose around her face, eyes soft in a way most people never get to see. At the hospital, she is Dr. Walsh. The attending surgeon with the sharp voice, sharper focus, and the ability to make residents straighten their posture just by walking into a room. She is brilliant and stubborn and more than a little terrifying when someone ignores protocol.
But here, in your bedroom, with morning light on her face, she is just Emery.
Your Emery.
The girl who loved you before either of you had the courage to say it out loud.
“How long have you been staring at me?” you murmur, voice rough with sleep.
Emery’s mouth curves into that private smile, the one she saves only for you. “Long enough to know you drool a little when you sleep.”
“I do not.”
“You do.”
“You are a surgeon. You are supposed to be trustworthy.”
“I am also your wife, which means I am legally obligated to humble you.”
You laugh softly, reaching up to push a strand of hair away from her face. She catches your hand before you can pull it back and presses a kiss to your palm.
The gesture is small. Easy. Ordinary.
It still makes your chest ache sometimes.
There was a time when even this would have felt impossible. A time when every touch had to be hidden, every look measured, every I love you swallowed until it was safe to say. Now Emery kisses your hand in your shared bed beneath a Pride flag, with sunlight pouring through the window like the world itself has decided to bless the morning.
“What are you thinking about?” you ask.
Her thumb brushes slowly over your wrist. “Pride.”
You smile. “That explains the staring?”
“I was thinking about us,” she says. Her voice gets quieter, but not sad. Just thoughtful. “About how different it all feels now. How much easier it is to breathe.”
You know exactly what she means.
Every June, the two of you look back, whether you mean to or not. You remember the versions of yourselves who were sixteen and terrified, sitting too close on a park bench but not close enough to touch. You remember the years of careful distance, the secret smiles, the fear of being seen. You remember the first Pride festival, the first time Emery reached for your hand in public and held on like she was choosing herself at the same time she was choosing you.
But now there is joy in the remembering too.
Not because the past was easy.
Because it is over.
Because you got through it.
“Want to go to the park?” you ask. “Our bench?”
Emery’s expression softens immediately. “Yeah,” she says. “I’d like that.”
“Coffee first?”
“Obviously.”
You grin. “Romantic.”
“I am deeply romantic. I just also require caffeine to function.”
“That might be the most Emery Walsh sentence you have ever said.”
She leans down and kisses you, smiling against your mouth. “Get up, then. We have a whole day of being sentimental ahead of us.”
The park looks brighter than you remember.
Maybe it’s the summer sun. Maybe it’s the rainbow flags tied to lampposts along the walking path. Maybe it’s the fact that you are here with Emery’s hand clasped tightly in yours, her thumb brushing your knuckles like it belongs there.
Because it does.
The bench is still beneath the same tree, though the tree has grown taller over the years, its branches spreading wide enough to cast a generous patch of shade across the grass. The bench's wood has been replaced at some point, and someone has carved initials into one corner, but to you, it is still the same place.
You sit side by side, shoulders pressed together.
Fifteen years ago, this bench felt like the edge of a cliff.
Now it feels like home.
“Do you remember junior year?” Emery asks.
You tilt your head. “I remember a lot of junior year. You were very dramatic.”
“I was not dramatic.”
“You once told me you were going to fail chemistry and have to flee the country.”
“I got an eighty-nine on that test. That is basically a near-death experience.”
You laugh, leaning into her side.
Emery smiles too, but her gaze drifts toward the sidewalk in front of you. “I meant that day after school. When we sat here for almost an hour.”
The memory settles between you, gentle but clear.
Of course you remember.
You had been friends for months by then, but friendship had stopped being the right word somewhere along the way. It had shifted in quiet ways. Lingering glances across classrooms. Knees bumping beneath library tables. Emery stealing fries from your lunch tray and then smiling like she knew you would let her. Your heart doing something strange every time her hand brushed yours.
That day, you had walked to the park together after school, both of you pretending there was no reason for it. You had sat on this bench, close enough to feel the warmth of her beside you, close enough that your shoulders touched every time one of you moved.
You had wanted to hold her hand so badly it hurt.
“I kept thinking about doing it,” you admit. “Just reaching over. I must have talked myself into it about ten times.”
Emery looks at you. “I wanted you to.”
“You did?”
“So badly.” She lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “But every time someone walked by, I panicked. I thought if they saw us, they would know everything.”
“We weren’t subtle.”
“No,” she says, smiling now. “We were painfully obvious.”
You grin. “You used to stare at me during English class.”
“I was admiring your dedication to pretending you had read the assigned chapter.”
“You loved me for my confidence.”
“I loved you because you smiled at me like I was not impossible to love.”
The humor softens into something quieter.
You rest your head against her shoulder. Emery’s arm comes around you naturally, pulling you closer without hesitation. A couple walks by with a dog wearing a rainbow bandana. A child speeds past on a scooter, laughing as their parent calls after them to slow down. No one stops. No one stares.
The world continues.
It is such a simple thing, being held in public.
It is everything.
“I wish I could tell those girls they were going to be okay,” Emery says.
You look up at her. “They figured it out.”
“They did.” She kisses the top of your head. “Took them a while.”
“They were busy being melodramatic.”
“One of them became a surgeon. The melodrama was inevitable.”
You laugh again, and Emery’s face lights up in response.
For a while, you sit there together, letting the past and present overlap. You think about the two teenagers you used to be, hands carefully apart, hearts racing over the smallest almost-touch. Then you look down at your fingers threaded through Emery’s now, her wedding band catching the sunlight.
You aren’t hiding.
You aren’t pretending.
You are here.
And that still feels like a miracle.
The coffee shop on the corner has changed just enough to make you feel older.
The walls are a warmer color now. The menu has gotten fancier. There are plants hanging in the windows and a little rainbow sticker on the front door that says All Are Welcome Here. The same bell still jingles when you walk in, though, and the scent of espresso and vanilla still wraps around you the second you step inside.
“This place got cuter,” you say, looking around.
Emery hums. “Or we got more sentimental.”
“Both can be true.”
You order your usual drinks without having to discuss it. Emery still pretends she doesn’t want a pastry and then eats half of yours. You still let her because some traditions are sacred.
You take the small table by the window.
Years ago, you would have avoided it.
You used to sit in the back booth, tucked in the corner where the light barely reached. It had felt safer there. Away from windows. Away from curious eyes. Away from the possibility of someone from school or Emery’s family or your neighborhood seeing too much.
Now Emery sits across from you in full view of the street, her hand resting openly on top of yours.
“I used to think this table was terrifying,” you say.
She follows your gaze toward the back booth and nods. “I remember. We treated that booth like it was a part of the witness protection program.”
“You were very committed to looking casual.”
“I was bad at it.”
“You were terrible at it. You once dropped your entire coffee when my knee touched yours.”
Emery groans, covering her face with her free hand. “I had blocked that out.”
“I hadn’t. It was adorable.”
“It was mortifying.”
“It was both.”
She lowers her hand, smiling despite herself. “I was so nervous around you back then.”
“You were nervous around everyone.”
“True. But with you it was different.” She looks down at your joined hands, her thumb tracing the back of yours. “I wanted everything. I wanted to hold your hand, kiss you in the hallway, take you to dances, and tell people you were mine. But I was terrified that wanting it would make everything fall apart.”
You squeeze her hand.
The fear hadn’t ended after high school. It had followed you into college, into medical school, into residency. Emery had loved you fiercely in private, but the outside world had remained complicated for a long time. She was building a career in medicine, trying to survive impossible hours and impossible expectations, and she had convinced herself that being open would make her vulnerable in a way she couldn’t afford.
There were years when people at the hospital knew everything about Emery except the person she came home to.
You had understood.
You had also hurt.
Both things were true.
“I know I made it hard sometimes,” Emery says softly.
You take a breath. “Sometimes, yeah.”
Her eyes lift to yours immediately, full of apology but not defensiveness. That is one of the ways she has changed. She doesn’t run from hard truths anymore.
“I hated hiding,” she says. “But I think I was more afraid of losing control. At work, I knew who I was. I knew how to be excellent. I knew how to make people respect me. But being open about us meant trusting people with something precious.”
“With me.”
“With you,” she says. “And I was not always brave enough to do that the way you deserved.”
You let the honesty sit between you.
Then you smile gently. “You got there.”
“I did.”
“And for the record, watching you correct a resident who referred to me as your roommate was one of the great joys of my life.”
Emery laughs, her eyes brightening. “He looked so scared.”
“You said, ‘My wife, actually,’ like you were announcing a diagnosis.”
“I was very calm.”
“You were terrifying.”
“He never made that mistake again.”
“No, he did not.”
The laughter lifts the heaviness from the memory. That is how it is now. The past can still sting, but it no longer owns the room. You can talk about it, touch it, even tease it, because you survived it.
Emery picks up your hand and kisses your knuckles, right there by the window.
No hesitation.
No checking to see who is watching.
Just love, simple and visible.
Your heart squeezes.
“I like us now,” you say.
She smiles. “I liked us then too.”
“I did too. But this version gets pastries and public hand-holding.”
“And tax benefits.”
You laugh. “Very romantic again.”
“I told you. Deeply romantic.”
Your first Pride together had been five years ago.
You remember almost every detail.
You remember the way Emery changed outfits three times before finally settling on jeans, a white t-shirt, and a denim jacket because she said it was “neutral” and you said it was “gay enough if you stood near a rainbow.” You remember how quiet she was in the car, her fingers tapping against her thigh the whole drive downtown. You remember parking several blocks away because she wanted time to breathe before you reached the crowd.
You had told her you didn’t have to go.
You had meant it, even though part of you had wanted that day so badly.
“Just to watch,” you had said when you first brought it up. “We don’t have to march. We don’t have to take pictures. We can leave whenever you want. I just want to be there with you.”
She had looked at you for a long time before nodding.
“Okay,” she had whispered. “I want to try.”
The festival had announced itself before you could see it. Music carried down the street, bright and pulsing. People walked past in glitter and flags and shirts with loud, proud messages. Couples held hands. Friends wrapped arms around each other. Someone had rainbow paint across their cheeks. Someone else carried a sign that read, Still Here, Still Queer, Still Fabulous.
Emery had walked beside you stiffly at first, shoulders high, eyes scanning the crowd like she was waiting for danger.
Then her hand brushed yours.
Once.
Twice.
You had looked over. “We don’t have to.”
She stopped walking.
People streamed around you, laughing and talking and calling out to friends. The city was alive with color. Emery stood in the middle of it, breathing like she had just run miles.
Then she reached for your hand.
Her fingers shook when they laced through yours, but her grip was firm.
“I’m tired,” she said, her voice breaking. “I’m tired of acting like loving you is something I have to survive.”
Your eyes had filled immediately.
“I love you,” she said. “And I want to be proud of that. I am proud of that. I am proud of you.”
You had kissed her right there on the sidewalk.
It hadn’t been a movie kiss. Your noses bumped. Both of you were crying. Someone nearby cheered, which made Emery laugh into your mouth and hide her face against your shoulder.
But it was perfect.
That first Pride had been overwhelming in the best possible way. Emery held your hand through the whole festival. At first, she gripped it like a lifeline. By the end of the day, she swung your joined hands between you as you walked. She smiled at strangers. She accepted a little rainbow sticker from a vendor and stuck it on her jacket. She let you take a picture of the two of you beneath a rainbow arch, her cheek pressed against yours, both of you glowing with nervous joy.
That night, back home, she had stood in front of the bathroom mirror peeling glitter off her face.
“I didn’t know it could feel like that,” she said.
“Like what?”
She looked at you in the mirror, eyes shining.
“Like breathing all the way in.”
Coming out at the hospital had been a different kind of bravery.
Pride had been strangers and celebration. The hospital was Emery’s world. Her reputation mattered to her. Her work mattered to her. She had spent years proving herself in rooms where people already underestimated her for being young, for being a woman, for being sharper than they wanted her to be.
Letting people know about you meant letting them see something softer.
That scared her more than she wanted to admit.
“What if they treat me differently?” she had asked one night, pacing the living room in socked feet. “What if patients refuse care? What if the residents stop taking me seriously? What if—”
“What if they are happy for you?” you asked gently.
She stopped pacing and looked at you.
You had smiled from the couch. “What if the people who love you just keep loving you?”
“I want to believe that.”
“I know.”
“It is not that I am ashamed of you,” she said quickly, almost desperately.
“I know that too.”
And you had.
Still, knowing didn’t make waiting easy.
In the end, it had been Robby who opened the door.
Dr. Michael Robinavitch had been Emery’s friend, colleague, and one of the few people who could challenge her without making her bristle. He had invited both of you to a hospital barbecue with a casualness that made Emery suspicious.
“He said partners are welcome,” Emery had told you, staring at the text like it was a riddle.
“That sounds nice.”
“It sounds like a trap.”
“A barbecue trap?”
“He knows.”
You had raised an eyebrow. “Emery, half the hospital knows. You have a photo of me tucked into your badge holder.”
“That is subtle.”
“It is a picture of me kissing your cheek.”
She had stared at you for three full seconds before saying, “Fine. Less subtle than intended.”
On the day of the barbecue, Emery was more nervous than she had been before the surgical boards. Her hand was clammy in yours when you walked into Robby’s backyard.
Then Robby saw you.
“Emery!” he called, face breaking into a grin. “You made it.”
He hugged her, then turned to you without missing a beat.
“And you must be the famous wife.”
Emery froze.
You blinked.
Robby’s smile widened. “I have heard excellent things. Mostly that you are far too patient with her, which I believe.”
That startled a laugh out of Emery, and just like that, the world did not end.
Cassie McKay came over next, bright and friendly, introducing you to her girlfriend and immediately asking how long you and Emery had been together. Dana Evans gave you a hug like she had known you for years and told you to come to the next fundraiser. Heather Collins asked if you had any embarrassing teenage stories about Emery and looked delighted when you said yes.
No one looked uncomfortable.
No one made it strange.
They cared, but only in the way that mattered. They welcomed you. They teased Emery. They made room.
You watched Emery change throughout the afternoon. At first, she stood close to you but not too close. Then her arm found your waist. Then she introduced you to a nurse from the trauma floor as “my wife” with only the smallest catch in her voice. By the end of the barbecue, she was sitting beside you at a picnic table, relaxed and laughing while Robby told a wildly exaggerated story about her first month as an attending.
On the drive home, she was quiet.
You thought she might be overwhelmed.
Then she said, “I cannot believe I was scared of that for so long.”
You reached over and took her hand.
“It mattered,” you said. “That’s why it was scary.”
She nodded, looking out the window. “I wasted time.”
“No,” you said. “You took the time you needed.”
She brought your hand to her lips and kissed it.
After that, the changes came slowly, then all at once. Emery mentioned you at work. She put a framed photo of the two of you on her desk. She brought you to hospital events. She corrected assumptions without apology. The first time a patient asked if she had a husband, she said, “A wife, actually,” and kept reviewing the chart as if it were the most ordinary sentence in the world.
Because it was.
Because she had made it ordinary.
Because she had finally allowed herself to live in the open.
This year’s Pride Festival is the biggest one yet.
The city seems to vibrate with color. Rainbow flags hang from storefronts. Music pours from speakers. Vendors line the streets with pins, shirts, stickers, art, and enough glitter to permanently alter the local ecosystem. People move through the festival in groups, couples, families, and chosen families, each one adding to the bright, joyful noise of the day.
You and Emery walk through it hand in hand.
She is wearing jeans, sunglasses, and one of the hospital Pride shirts admin had ordered for everyone. Her hair is pulled back, and there is a tiny rainbow painted on her cheek because Cassie ambushed her with face paint five minutes after you arrived.
“You look adorable,” you say.
“I look professional.”
“You have a rainbow on your face.”
“A professional rainbow.”
You laugh and lean into her side as she wraps an arm around your shoulders.
That is one of your favorite things about Emery now. Not just that she is out, but that she is comfortable. She holds you without thinking. She reaches for you in crowds. She kisses your temple while waiting in line for lemonade. She no longer scans every room for who might be watching.
She just loves you.
Openly.
Naturally.
Happily.
“Emery! Over here!”
Cassie waves from near a group of hospital staff gathered under a large sign with the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center logo decorated in rainbow colors. Her girlfriend stands beside her in matching sunglasses, both of them looking like they walked directly out of a Pride brochure.
Dana is there too, handing out buttons from a tote bag. Heather is taking pictures. Robby stands in the middle of the group, wearing a rainbow hat that is so bright it can probably be seen from space.
“There they are!” Robby calls. “Our favorite power couple.”
Emery points at him. “If you say that during the march, I will deny knowing you.”
“You wound me.”
“You will recover.”
Robby grins and hands you both small rainbow flags. “Glad you made it. Wouldn’t be the same without you.”
Emery’s smile softens. “Thanks for organizing this.”
“Are you kidding?” Robby gestures to the group around him. “This is one of the best things we do all year. We say we care for everyone. This is us showing up and meaning it.”
You glance at Emery, and you can see how much that lands with her.
The march begins a few minutes later.
At first, you are surrounded by your hospital group. Robby waves dramatically at the crowd. Cassie cheers at every dog she sees. Dana somehow knows half the people lining the street. Heather keeps making everyone stop for photos, which Emery pretends to hate and then smiles beautifully for every single one.
Then the crowd widens around you, and the full sound of the festival rises.
Music. Cheering. Laughter. The flutter of flags. The sharp pop of someone opening a confetti cannon. People clap as your group passes, some recognizing the hospital logo, others simply cheering because everyone is cheering for everyone today.
Emery’s hand stays locked in yours.
Halfway through the route, she leans close and says, “Sixteen-year-old me would not believe this.”
You smile up at her. “Sixteen-year-old you would pretend not to care and then write about it in her journal.”
Emery’s eyes widen. “You know about the journal?”
“You hid it in a shoebox labeled ‘Calculus Notes.’ You were not as mysterious as you thought.”
“I was protecting sensitive material.”
“You wrote my name with hearts around it.”
She looks horrified. “You read it?”
“No. You left it open once.”
“I am never telling you anything again.”
“You tell me everything. It is one of your better qualities.”
Emery tries to glare at you, but she is smiling too hard for it to work.
A cheer rises ahead of you. Someone in the crowd points at the hospital group and shouts, “Thank you.” Dennis waves both arms like he is accepting an award. Dana laughs so hard she has to stop walking for a second.
Emery squeezes your hand.
“I love you,” she says.
She says it clearly. Loudly. Right there in the middle of the street with thousands of people around you.
You turn toward her, heart full.
“I love you too.”
Then you kiss her.
It is not your first public kiss. Not anymore. But it still feels special. A little celebration all its own. Emery smiles against your mouth, and someone nearby cheers, and you both start laughing before the kiss even ends.
This is freedom, you think.
Not just the absence of fear.
The presence of joy.
After the march, the hospital group spreads out across the festival.
Robby insists everyone needs a group photo before anyone is allowed to escape. Cassie buys rainbow cotton candy and somehow ends up with half of it stuck to her fingers. Dana finds a booth selling handmade earrings and immediately starts buying gifts for people. Heather makes Emery pose with a sign that reads "Proud Healthcare Worker," and Emery only complains twice before holding it up.
You wander from booth to booth with Emery, stopping for lemonade, then stickers, then a little enamel pin shaped like a rainbow heart. Emery buys it before you can reach for your wallet.
“For you,” she says, pinning it carefully to your shirt.
You look down at it, smiling. “You know I could have bought it myself.”
“I know.”
“Then why?”
She finishes fastening the pin, then smooths her hand over your shoulder. “Because I like giving you things.”
“You bought me coffee this morning.”
“That was survival. This is romance.”
You grin. “You are learning.”
“I am excelling.”
You spend the next hour just being part of the crowd. You listen to music, browse the vendors, and share a plate of fries that Emery claims she doesn’t want but absolutely helps finish. At one point, a young resident from the hospital spots the two of you and waves shyly.
“Dr. Walsh,” they say, smiling. “I didn’t know you were marching today.”
Emery’s hand settles comfortably at your back. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
The resident glances between you, then smiles wider. “That is really cool.”
It is such a simple moment. So brief that anyone else might miss it.
But you don’t.
You see the way Emery stands a little taller afterward. You see the quiet pride in her face. You see how far she has come from the woman who once feared being known.
Later, when you sit together on the grass near the edge of the festival, Emery leans back on her hands and looks out over the crowd.
“I used to think being out meant making some huge announcement,” she says. “Like I had to be ready for everyone to have opinions.”
“And now?”
“Now I think it is this.” She gestures gently around you. “Wearing the shirt. Holding your hand. Introducing you as my wife. Letting a resident see me here and not feeling like I need to explain myself.” She looks over at you. “It feels less like a declaration now and more like just living.”
You rest your head on her shoulder.
“I like living with you.”
Her smile is immediate. “Good. Because we signed a lease.”
“Again, very romantic.”
“I am consistent.”
You laugh, and she kisses your temple.
The afternoon stretches golden around you, full of music and warmth and the kind of happiness that does not demand anything from you. You think about the first Pride, about Emery’s trembling hand in yours. You think about the park bench, the coffee shop booth, the hospital barbecue. All those moments that once felt huge because they were hard.
Today feels huge because it is joyful.
That difference means everything.
By the time you get home, both of you are exhausted in the best way.
Your feet ache. Your cheeks hurt from smiling. Emery has glitter on her collarbone and no idea how it got there. You have three new buttons, a sunburn on one shoulder, and approximately forty pictures on your phone that Robby took while claiming he was “capturing history.”
The apartment welcomes you back with quiet warmth.
The rainbow flag in the window moves slightly in the evening breeze. The kitchen still smells faintly like the coffee you made that morning. Emery kicks off her shoes by the door and immediately groans.
“I am never walking again.”
“You’re a trauma surgeon.”
“I said what I said.”
You laugh, dropping your bag onto a chair. “Couch?”
“Couch.”
You change into comfortable clothes and meet her in the living room. Emery is already sprawled dramatically across the cushions, one arm over her eyes like a Victorian woman overcome by emotion.
“You are taking up the entire couch,” you say.
“I marched for justice. I require space.”
“You marched four blocks and then ate fries.”
“Justice fries.”
You climb onto the couch anyway, nudging her until she makes room. She pulls you against her with a contented sigh, wrapping both arms around your waist. Her chin rests on your shoulder, and for a while, neither of you speaks.
The quiet feels different after a day so loud.
Peaceful.
Full.
Emery’s fingers trace lazy patterns against your side.
“Thank you,” she says eventually.
You tilt your head. “For what?”
“For today. For the park. For remembering with me without letting me get stuck there.” She pauses. “For loving me through all the versions of myself it took to get here.”
You turn in her arms to face her.
Her eyes are soft again. The same softness from this morning. The same one that still feels like a secret even though she does not hide it anymore.
“You don’t have to thank me for loving you,” you say.
“I know.” Her voice is quiet. “But I want to.”
You cup her face in your hands. “You were not easy to love because you were perfect, Emery. I loved you because you were you. Even when you were scared. Even when it was complicated. Even when we were figuring it out one step at a time.”
Her eyes shine.
“You were always brave,” you continue. “Maybe not in the way you wanted to be right away, but you kept moving toward it. Toward us. That matters.”
She closes her eyes for a second, leaning into your touch.
“I think about those girls on the bench sometimes,” she says. “I wish I could sit beside them and tell them what happens.”
“What would you say?”
She smiles, eyes opening again. “I would tell them they get the life they were afraid to want. That one day they wake up in an apartment with a rainbow flag in the window. That they go to Pride together and kiss in the middle of the street. That the terrifying surgeon one of them becomes is secretly very clingy at home.”
You laugh. “Secretly?”
“Selectively.”
“You are literally holding onto me right now.”
“And thriving.”
You brush your thumb along her cheekbone. “I would tell them they don’t have to be fearless. They just have to keep choosing each other.”
Emery’s expression softens even more.
“We did that,” she says.
“We did.”
“We still do.”
“Every day.”
She kisses you then, slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that feels like a promise renewed rather than made for the first time. Her hands settle at your waist. Yours slide into her hair. There is no urgency, no fear, no need to prove anything. Just the two of you, together in the home you built, surrounded by all the ordinary evidence of your life.
Two mugs in the sink.
Shoes by the door.
A photo from your wedding on the bookshelf.
A Pride button sitting on the coffee table.
A rainbow flag glowing in the window.
When Emery pulls back, she rests her forehead against yours.
“How far we’ve come,” she whispers.
You smile. “How far we’ve come.”
“And how much further we get to go.”
“Together?”
She kisses the tip of your nose. “Always together.”
Outside, the city is still celebrating. You can hear faint music somewhere in the distance, the last echoes of the festival carrying through the warm evening air. Inside, Emery pulls you closer, pressing kisses to your temple, your cheek, your lips.
“Stay with me,” she murmurs.
You smile because it is such an Emery thing to say. As if you haven’t spent years choosing her. As if there is anywhere else you would rather be.
“Always,” you promise.
And you mean it.
You mean it the way you meant it at sixteen, even when you were too afraid to say it. You mean it the way you meant it at your first Pride, with her hand shaking in yours. You mean it the way you meant it at the hospital barbecue, watching her introduce you as her wife. You mean it now, in your shared apartment, older and braver and happier than either of you once knew how to imagine.
Pride is the parade. The flags. The music. The people cheering in the streets.
But it is also this.
The quiet after.
The home you return to.
The woman holding you like loving you has always been the easiest truth in the world.
The journey from fear to freedom didn’t happen all at once. It happened in small brave steps, in trembling hands, in whispered promises, in first introductions, in public kisses, in every ordinary morning where you woke up and chose each other again.
You have come so far.
And the best part is that neither of you is finished becoming.
Emery holds you tighter.
The flag moves gently in the window.
And for the rest of the evening, you stay exactly where you belong.
you’re making breakfast while emery is in the shower, you could tell she had a rough night shift when you saw her earlier. her eyes tired, grumbling something under her breath you couldn’t quite make out and kissed you quickly.
you’re cooking eggs exactly how she like them. while the bread is in the toaster, you hear the bathroom door clicking shut, then soft footsteps.
emery walks out in a white tank top and a pair of basketball shorts, hair still wet. she leans against the doorway, watching you for a minute with a slow, half-lidded look. not a full smile, just the corner of her mouth ticking up.
you look up and smile the second your eyes locks on hers. “the food is almost already, just need to get the guacamole and finish these eggs.”
she hums, eyes drifting over your form slowly. “not very hungry, if i’m being honest.”
you let out a small chuckle. “don’t be silly, you’re going to complain later and i’m not dealing with that. i’m not letting you sleep hungr-.”
she cuts you off by stepping right behind you, one hand sliding around your waist, fingers pressing firm through the thin fabric of your top. “leave the food.” her mouth brushes the shell of your ear. “i can eat later.”
your hand still on the spatula. you feel her other palm settle on your hip, tugging you back against her. “em, at least let me-“
“nope.” she clicks the stove off and turns you around easy, backing you up until your ass hits the counter edge. up close you can see the faint shadows under her eyes, the way her jaw’s a little tight. she needs this.
“been stuck in the OR for hours,” she mutters, thumb dragging across your bottom lip. “thinking about coming home to you.” you part your lips without thinking and she slips her thumb inside, pressing down on your tongue just enough. your eyes flutter. she watches it like it’s the best thing she’s seen. “yeah? that what you want too?”
you nod, sucking lightly.
emery pulls her thumb free and kisses you instead. her hand bunches up the back of your skirt, gripping your ass and lifting you just a little so you’re pressed tighter to her. you make a small needy sound against her mouth and she smiles into the kiss, all smug.
“bedroom,” she says when she pulls back. she walks you backward down the hall, hands never leaving your body, steering you exactly where she wants. when the back of your knees hit the mattress you sit automatically. emery stands over you for a second, eyes dragging down over the apron you forgot you were still wearing. she reaches out and tugs the tie loose with one finger.
“take it off. slow, for me.”
you take your top off slowly, eyes locked on hers the whole time. then drag your skirt down until it pools around your feet. she watches every inch like she’s memorizing it. then she hooks her fingers in the waistband of your panties and tugs them down your thighs. you lift your hips to help, kicking them off along with your skirt when they reach your ankles. the bra stays for now. she likes unwrapping you piece by piece.
instead of pushing you down she sits on the edge of the bed and pats her lap. “c’mere, baby.”
you climb on, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her thighs. her hands settle heavy on your waist, sliding up your ribs and back down. the tank top she’s wearing is thin, you can feel the heat of her skin underneath. you lean in and kiss her again, slower this time, hands cupping her face. “your shift was that bad?” you whisper against her lips.
“you have no idea.” she nips your bottom lip. one hand moves down between your legs, fingers sliding through how wet you already are. “fuck, you’re soaked. been thinking about me too, huh?”
you rock against her hand, breath catching. “mmhm, been thinking about you, coming home.” you bite your lip, leaning in to whisper against her ear. “fucking me so hard that i can’t use my legs.”
emery groans quietly and pushes two fingers inside you, deep and sudden. you gasp, forehead dropping to her shoulder. she curls them perfect, thumb circling your clit while her other arm wraps around your back to hold you steady. “that’s it,” she murmurs, voice low right by your ear. “use my fingers, baby. get yourself off.”
you roll your hips for a few minutes, grinding down on her hand while she mouths at your neck, sucking a mark just under your jaw. the wet sounds fill the room and your thighs are already starting to shake.
“em- fuck, right there…”
“yeah? gonna come already?” her voice is teasing but rough. she speeds up her thumb and you come embarrassingly fast, clenching around her fingers, moaning into her neck. she keeps moving them, drawing it out until you’re lifting your hips, trying to ease yourself off her fingers.
she pulls her hand free and holds her fingers up to your mouth. “clean them up.” you wrap your fingers around them, tasting yourself, sucking slow while she watches with dark eyes. her free hand squeezes your ass appreciatively.
then she stands, lifting you with her just enough to flip you onto your back on the bed. you watch as she peels her tank top off, then her shorts and boxers, tossing them aside. she opens the bedside drawer and pulls out the strap. you bite your lip as you watch her step into it, adjusting the buckles around her hips before lubing it up. the sight alone makes you clench around nothing.
“you want it?” she asks, climbing back between your legs. she drags the tip of the strap through your folds, teasing your clit until you’re squirming and reaching for her.
“please, baby. need you inside me.”
she pushes in slow, inch by inch, one hand holding your hip down so you can’t rush it. you moan loud when she bottoms out, so full and deep. emery stays there for a second, breathing against your collarbone, letting you adjust.
“good?” she checks, voice quieter.
“so good. move, please.” you whimper.
she starts fucking you, steady and hard, hips snapping in a rhythm that has the bed creaking. every thrust hits your spot, making sparks shoot up your spine. you grab at her back, nails digging in. “harder- fuck, like that.”
emery leans down, bracing on her forearms so she can kiss you, biting your lip and sucking on your tongue while she pounds into you. “all mine,” she groans against your mouth. “this pussy. mine to use.”
you nod frantically, legs wrapping tighter around her waist.
she reaches between you and rubs your clit and you come again, harder, back arching off the bed, crying out. she fucks you through it, slowing but not pulling out, grinding deep while you shake and pulse around the strap.
after a minute she eases out, flips you onto your stomach, and tugs your hips up. “ass up for me.” you do, knees spread, cheek pressed to the pillow. she spreads you open with both hands, then her mouth is on you, tongue licking broad and greedy through your soaked folds. you moan into the pillow as she eats you out from behind, tongue pushing inside while one hand reaches around to play with your clit.
“tastes so fucking good,” she mutters, voice muffled. you push back against her face and she lets you, humming approval that vibrates right through you. it’s overwhelming, too much in the best way, and you come again with her tongue buried in you, thighs trembling.
you’re boneless when she finally pulls back, body heavy and buzzing, face half-buried in the pillow. emery climbs up the bed behind you, the mattress dipping under her weight as she slots herself against your back. she pulls you up with her, arm locking tight around your waist as she sit behind you. her skin’s warm and a little sticky, heart still thumping hard against your spine. for a minute it’s just the two of you breathing, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip, slow and absent like she’s not even thinking about it.
you turn your head enough to kiss along her jaw, tasting salt on her skin. she hums low, the sound vibrating through her chest into yours. her hand keeps moving, drifting lower, until her fingertips brush between your legs again. the second she circles your swollen clit you jump a little, hips twitching away on instinct because everything’s so sensitive it almost hurts.
“easy,” she murmurs right against your ear, voice rough and quiet. she doesn’t stop though. just keeps those slow, deliberate strokes, feather-light at first, letting you get used to it again. “you can give me one more.”
your eyes are already watering, every nerve ending on fire. you nod anyway, breath shaky. “okay...”
emery bites down lightly on your shoulder while she keeps working your clit with patient little circles, sometimes dipping lower to drag through the mess between before coming back up. her breath is hot against the back of your neck, steady but getting a little shorter every time you whimper.
“that’s my girl,” she whispers, lips brushing your skin. “still so fucking wet for me. you love when i use you like this, don’t you?”
you press back against her, nodding. “yes, baby-” you mumble, voice cracking a little on the last word because she’s pressing firmer now, two fingers sliding over your clit in tight, slick strokes. you’re trembling already, thighs trying to close but she quickly pull them back apart, using strength.
“please-“ you gasp, reaching back to grab at her hip, fingers digging in.
she makes this low, satisfied noise in her throat, like your begging is doing it for her. her hand settles back on your hip and grips you harder, pulling you back as she starts grinding the strap against your ass in slow rolls, like she can’t help herself.
“yeah? you gonna come again for me?” her fingers speed up just a fraction, steady and relentless. “wanna hear you. let it out, baby.”
you whine, overwhelmed and strung tight, hips rocking between her hand. “shit, i’m close, i’m so close.” you blabber.
she bites down harder on your shoulder when you cry out, hips pressing firmer against your ass as she works you faster. she makes a small sound, her breathing getting rough. she’s getting off on this. “good fucking girl. come on. let me feel it.”
it hits you slow and deep, rolling through your whole body in heavy waves instead of a sharp snap. your thighs shake hard, a broken moan tearing out of you as you clench around nothing, soaking her fingers. emery doesn’t let up right away. she keeps stroking you until the orgasm drags out so long your vision goes fuzzy at the edges.
only when you start whimpering from the overstimulation does she finally ease off, sliding her hand up to rest on your stomach instead. she kisses the bite mark she left on your shoulder, soft and lazy, arm tightening around you again.
“there you go,” she breathes against your skin, voice low and satisfied. “did so good for me.”
Summary : Baran’s favorite taste is her girlfriend’s blood… When you’re on your period? she just can’t help herself <3
Warnings / Tags : (18 +) somnophilia, vamp!Baran + reader’s on her period (😵💫), oral (r!receiving), overstimulation (r!receiving), multiple orgasms, drooling, squirting (lots of fluids in general.), MESSY sex, aftercare, pet name (azizam), clingy / needy!Baran
Notes : more vampire?? ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVEEEE. this is genuinely 100% js smut (and not proofread. sorry.) 🤤
Baran lays with her head buried in the crook of your neck, curls tickling your bare chest. She wouldn’t normally even sleep… but she makes an exception for the excuse to lay with you, uninterrupted, for eight hours. Before you’re awake, her eyes are suddenly snapping open as a familiar, iron-y smell hits her nose. Blood. Your blood, without the shadow of a doubt. She sits up slowly, careful not to wake you. Did she accidentally bite you while you were asleep? No. She has better self control than that. Most of the time. You stir, she freezes, pausing for a moment until you lull back into a peaceful sleep. She knows how important that is for humans, thanks to you.
But she’s still determined to find that intoxicating smell that emanates from you. A sudden idea pops into her head, warmth suddenly creeping up her neck. No bite marks, no sudden scars… but you’re not wearing panties due to last night's activities. One possibility becomes very clear: you’re on your period.
Baran slides the covers down with slow, careful movements, eyes fixed on you to make sure you don’t stir and suddenly wake up. Her breath hitches when she gets a glimpse at your base pussy beneath the sheets: glistening with warm, fresh blood. Her lips part, fangs out shamelessly, eyes darkening with a sudden swell of desire. Your legs are spread slightly, and you look so perfectly beautiful and peaceful laying there like that… Baran has to take a deep breath to steady herself and not go too fast.
Her hands ghost over your sides as she moves to straddle you. She leaves a trail of goosebumps in her wake while her eyes track the way your expression shifts just slightly. She catches herself almost letting out a soft noise, just staring down at your beautiful, sleepy face. Without moving her eyes, she leans down, lips brushing faintly against your collarbone… then down, kissing your breasts ever-so-softly, then down, along your ribs, your stomach… until she reaches your thighs.
Baran sits between your legs, staring at your perfect cunt for a long moment. She’s a little surprised you haven’t woken up already… but she can’t stop now. Not when your blood is right there for her to taste, like the cherry on top of her favorite dessert. She licks her lips, breathing heavy as she leans down, closing the distance until she’s settled between your legs, hands sliding to your thighs. She stares with awe. With desire. And then she dives in.
Her tongue licks a long, flat stripe through your folds. She gets anything that she can, as much of your juices as she can take. Baran feels your thighs shift around her head, just slightly… and she doesn’t stop. Her eyes just look up to your face again while she buries her face in your pussy. She laps at you with a hunger that only a vampire could ever experience—the sheer need to taste you, to fuck you with her tongue until her face is covered in your blood and cum, until your cunt is too sensitive to take any more.
You begin to awaken with a soft sound, as if you still think you’re dreaming. Baran lets out a little noise of her own, her tongue sliding down with impeccable precision to your entrance, sliding in as deeply as she can go. A soft, sleepy moan slips from your lips as her tongue pushes against your walls, desperate to be as deep in you as possible.
“Mmh, Baran…”
Evan half asleep, you’re moaning her name. Baran stutters for a moment. Even if you had been dreaming… you were dreaming about her. With somehow more desperation than before, her tongue pursues deeper into your pussy, fangs grazing your folds as she loosens her jaw to give herself a better angle.
The sharp, barely-there pain is what finally wakes you up. Your eyes flutter open slowly, breathing already heavy. And the first thing you see is Baran, staring up at you like you hung the stars, face covered in blood, eating your pussy with no shame whatsoever. And you don’t scream. It doesn’t freak you out in the slightest. If anything, it just makes you a little more aroused than before.
Her eyes stay fixed on yours as she laps at your pussy, drawing out every sound she can get from you. She knows every sensitive spot, every way you like to be licked and touched like she’s memorized your body. Every time her tongue pulls out of your cunt, she’s immediately sucking and licking your clit. What a wake up call.
Your thighs start to squeeze around her head as you get closer. She doesn’t try to pry them apart. No, Baran moans against your pussy instead, holding onto your thighs like they’re anchoring her while she just keeps her mouth attached to your pussy. As your moaning becomes louder, a little more frantic, she doubles down. Baran is shoving her tongue into you and flicking your clit with newfound desperation until your hips are bucking up into her face, your thoughts twitching around her.
Baran tastes your release first—her favorite taste… well, second only to your blood. And then she glances away from your face when she feels warm juice dripping down her chin. Your slick mess, squirting out from your puffy, wet pussy. Sure, the bedsheets may be ruined, but holy fuck. Baran can’t look away. Not while you’re literally dripping for her, so sensitive first thing in the morning.
Before she can think, she’s diving back between your legs, licking up every last drop of your blood and cum. Her eyes flutter shut. She’s acting on pure instinct now.
A sharp whine from you causes Baran to look up. You’re already writhing, hips twitching as she flicks and sucks your clit maybe a little too enthusiastically.
“Baran, fuck—“
One particularly good lick right to your overly sensitive clit has your words replaced by a moan very quickly. Baran’s hands rub soothingly over your thighs, a total opposite to the frantic licks to your cunt. Almost like an apology for her being so completely unable to resist you.
Her tongue buries deeper into you with an almost whiny sound from her. Those dark curls brush against your inner thighs as they squeeze around her involuntarily. She doesn’t mind the pressure. Not as long as she’s tasting you on her tongue.
Her tongue pushes into that sweet, spongy spot inside you with the kind of confidence that says she knows exactly what she’s doing. It’s a fleeting feeling, but she hears how you moan. Of course she does. So she keeps doing it, keeps angling and curling her tongue to press into where the walls of your pussy are clearly sensitive for her. You’re back to being close within a few minutes of her tongue fucking into you like that.
She knows exactly what to do to get you to this point: babbling moans, mouth hanging open, maybe even drooling for her… she can’t get enough. Getting you all messy like this is her favorite thing.
Your hands clench into the sheets as you finally cum on her tongue again, back arching up and moan reaching their peak. Baran works you though it, holding onto your thighs to anchor your cunt to her mouth until your thighs start shaking around her.
Now she finally unlatches from you. Her breathing stays heavy against your pussy, head leaning against your thigh as she looks back up at you: face flushed, hips twitching, breathing heavy. So beautiful. She kisses your thigh gently, a soft encouraging gesture as compared to how she ate your pussy just seconds ago.
“You taste so good, azizam.”
Baran murmurs. Slowly, she begins trailing kisses up your thigh, your stomach, your chest, until her blood-slick face hovers inches from yours.
“I love you.”
She murmurs, soft smile on her lips, eyes wide and dark and so, so filled with sheer adoration. She kisses you slowly, letting you taste yourself on her lips, hands gentle on the curve of your waist where she holds onto you.
When she breaks the kiss, she doesn’t let go of you. Not even close. Instead, she lays beside you, head tucked against your neck, face left messy without a care in the world. She can clean later. For now, she wants to lay in the gentle, muted morning sunlight spilling in from your window, holding you. She leaves a quick kiss against your neck. No bite. She’s had her fill of you already.
you've been enamored with dr. walsh since you started working at the pitt. one day, she praises you, and you can't find the will to not get off in the bathroom. she hears you, and invites you to her apartment.
wc: 3.2k
cw: MDNI!!!!!! praise, sub!reader, dom!Walsh, semi-public masturbation, reader masturbates to Walsh, mean-ish Walsh, oral (r!giving), fingering (r!giving & receiving), nipple sucking, humiliation maybe? a little?, bad medical jargon, i literally do not know a single thing, sorry!!
The crush you had on Dr. Walsh was not something you would ever admit to anyone— ever. It was humiliating to find her attractive when all she did was boss you around. She had awoken something in you that was borderline feral. And you hated it. Of course, you knew you liked women, but this was something different. Everytime she was in the room, you felt like you were going to lose your mind. Her snarky comments, her hands on her hips, it all drove you mad. The way she talked back to everyone like it was nothing, like they were too dumb to see what she could, even though that wasn’t true. It made your brain fuzzy.
You’re dealing with a broken leg when she walks in, nothing serious. They put you on the case alone. The patient is knocked out cold, so you’re able to do your examinations without fuss.
“What’ve we got?” Emery asks, putting on a pair of gloves.
“Um, young female, twenties. She was drinking and got on a table to dance and fell. It looks to be broken in three places and a snapped ACL. She’ll need a workup. Maybe a transplant.” you don’t make eye contact.
The monitor beeps loudly after your statement, sending you and Emery flying into action.
“Fuck, her heart rate is slowing. You said she was stable.”
“She was, two seconds ago, she was when she came in. I don’t understand.”
She shakes her head and you feel dead dumb. Like you should be laying on the table being assessed for brain injuries. “Did you even assess her chest?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Tell me what it could be.” Emery’s voice quips up at the end of her statement, like you already should've been telling her what was happening.
“Um, maybe it’s the alcohol! Maybe it’s slowing from drinking too much. Blood loss. Uh—”
“What medications is she on?”
“I don’t know, she was out cold when she came in. It could be a drug, we’re still waiting on her tox screen.”
You don’t know why another attending hasn’t come in. Shen must be busy with another code. The nurses are flying around the room, but all you can focus on is the woman in front of you.
“Um, what if it’s sleep apnea? Nothing wrong with the patient, but she’s been passed out for a while. If she doesn’t have her machine, and she was drinking, it could make it worse. Maybe she just needs to wake up. She might not even know it happens.”
“Good.” Is all Dr. Walsh says, and you can’t stop the smile that spreads onto your face.
“Push atropine, one milligram, it’ll help speed up the heart.” you say, proud of yourself for catching it.
The medicine works, the patient’s heart speeds back up.
“Alright, I’ll take her up to ortho.” Emery says, “You know, I think you’re my favorite emergency resident. You always do what I ask.”
You feel like you just got hit by a truck. You’re sure if they were to hook you up to a heart monitor, the beeping would be so fast they would need to sedate you. She doesn’t even look like it phased her. Just like it was another day. Even though she wasn't an ED specialist, you wanted her approval more than anyone else’s. She was so cool, so smooth. She knew what she had to do, always. She worked like her hands had a brain of their own. She didn’t even have to think before doing a procedure. You couldn’t count the times you had imagined her in your bed. You would go home from your shifts, so frustrated— so needy.
For her.
You would walk into your apartment and immediately get into bed, grabbing the small bullet vibrator from your dresser. It was borderline unethical. Every night, you’d see her, and assess cases, and every morning, you would rush into your apartment, replay the moments you saw her, and cum with her name on your lips.
But, she didn’t need to know that. No one did. It was better to stay a crush. Emery almost existed entirely in your mind. She buzzed on your brain all day long. You even started to look nicer at work, maybe throwing on a little makeup when you knew you’d work a shift with her. You tried to study up on surgical procedures to impress her. But, it might be all for nothing. She was so strict with everything, making a move was probably for nothing. And to be honest, she was far too intimidating for you to do so.
Tonight though, you couldn’t wait to get home. After your broken leg patient was stable. You excused yourself to the bathroom. Luckily, it was a single stall. You pressed your back against the door and sighed, you pushed your hair back, cleaning it off your forehead. You washed your hands, and then got to work.
Your hand slowly sneaked down your underwear, and you were already wet. The praise from her went straight from her mouth to your cunt. It was like you were pavloved. And it was all your fault. Spending the end of every shift masturbating to her has caused a reaction in your brain when you actually see her. And her voice, God, her fucking voice. It was like she owned you. Like you were already her’s. You stood at attention when she spoke. It was different then listening to your boss. It was like listening to a God. Like you needed to worship her. You sharpen your ears when she starts speaking, like if you miss anything, you’ll be sent to hell.
But tonight, you were her favorite. Her favorite, out of everyone. She liked you; she said it. And that was enough to get you going. It felt like you hadn’t come in six years when your hand reaches into your pants. She had you pent up from one sentence. You focus on her voice, so calm and steady. So conniving, so sarcastic. She was a know-it-all in the best of ways. Because she was usually right. She followed the rule book, she didn’t like when people broke it. She especially didn’t like when people didn’t listen to her.
But you wanted to listen. You wanted to be good for her. You wanted to let her do whatever she wanted to you, and take it. You wanted to continue being her favorite. You wanted her to praise you again. You wanted to be hers. You felt like you already were.
Your back is pressed against the door, and you can’t help the small noises that come out of your mouth when you come, and you don’t stop her name from tumbling off your lips. You know it’s risky, but your body has gotten so used to it, you can’t fight it off. You come with a shiver. You take a moment to regain your breath before washing your hands. You try to fix your hair as best as possible. But you can’t hide the fucked out look in your eyes.
The collected version of you is ruined when you open the door and see Emery not even a foot away from the door, with a small smirk on her face.
You don’t even say anything. You don’t smile. You can’t even break the intense eye contact she’s holding. You feel small– you feel stupid.
“I’ll see you when the shift is over.” is what she says, below a whisper, so only you can hear it.
You check the clock, an hour left. Sixty minutes of terrified torture at the hands of Emery Walsh. Doctors were supposed to heal, surgeons were supposed to fix. But you felt like she had broken you apart.
You spent the rest of the shift reeling, scared out of your mind. You tried to focus on charting, because you didn’t know how you were supposed to speak to anyone after she had heard you. Shen lets you get away with it because a dayshift doctor came in early, so you’re able to get all your work done.
When it hits 7 A.M., Emery is right downstairs with you. She meets you by the lockers while you’re gathering your stuff.
“We’re gonna go to my place.” she walks away before you can answer.
Obviously, you follow. You didn't know whether it was curiosity, or the need to follow her orders. The walk was silent. You held your hands together in front of you, twisting your fingers together from anxiety. You still felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest.
Emery didn’t live far from work, much like most of the doctors. Her apartment had dark blue walls, marble countertops, a nice black couch with a long sectional. It was spotless, of course. Everything was in order. As if on cue, she toyed with a vase of flowers, moving it slightly to the right so that they faced the sun more.
You shift on your feet, waiting for her to speak. But she doesn’t, just stares.
She wants you to say it, to tell her what she heard. “I’m so sorry if what you heard was, um, uncomfortable. It was completely out of line to do something like that at work. And it won’t happen again.”
“Do you think I would bring you back here if I was uncomfortable?”
“I don’t know,” you mumble, suddenly looking away from her.
“What was it that did it for you? That was so enticing that you had to go masturbate in the bathroom." The vulgarness of her words makes you cringe. Even though that is what you were doing, hearing her say it was another story.
“I’m really sorry, Dr. Walsh. I don’t think this is a good idea.” you want to bury yourself in a hole.
“But, we’re here now. So, tell me.”
You still want to impress her— you still need to feel her praise. Deciding it’s better if you sit for this, you go and take a seat on her couch. “You said I was your favorite.”
She nods, like she already knows. Like she can smell it on you. The need for praise radiates from your chest. You breathe heavy, like you just ran a mile.
“I mean, I knew you were desperate, but c’mon. In the bathroom?”
You don’t say anything back, you hate that her words still send a wave of arousal through you.
She steps over to the couch; squats down in front of you so you’re forced to meet her eyes. “If you wanted me to fuck you, you should’ve just said so.”
She stands and you follow her head up. She still has that smirk on her face, the one that never seems to leave. It’s like she finds everything entertaining. She crawls on top of you on the couch, you adjust your body so that you can both lay flat.
She's quick to kiss you. It still takes you a while to kiss back, she goes slow. Emery moves with precision, gives you time to warm up to her on top of you. It’s like she’s slowly pushing in morphine, like the pain killing drug is her lips. Emery’s tongue swipes your bottom lip, asking for permission.
You open your mouth a little wider, giving her the access she wants. She slowly grinds her hips down into yours and your eyes roll back. She moves down to your neck and sucks, hard. You realize it’ll leave a mark, but you don’t know if you care. She’s like a vampire, feasting on you. She doesn’t ask what you want, she just knows. It feels nice to give up control. To not think– just react.
You make a small noise when she sucks the spot behind your ear. You feel gross and dirty from your shift. Never in your wildest dreams would sex with Walsh be like this. What you imagined was a nice dinner out, maybe a drink at a bar after. But this was raw, and more real. This showed you that she was pent up too, that she didn’t want to wait.
She pulled herself off of your neck, “Wanna show me how good you can be?”
You nodded before her words even registered in your head.
She got up and so did you, both stripping quickly. She lays down flat on the sectional, spreading her legs. You feel hungry– you feel like you have something to prove.
You climb on top of her, but she’s still in charge. You start at her chest, sucking gently at her nipples, tugging them lightly. She has a hand cradling the back of your head to stabilize you. She lets out a soft hum and you shiver; excited to make her feel good. You trail down her stomach, peppering soft kisses as you go. She smells clean still, somehow. Not musky, not like she had been doing surgeries all day long. She smells like antibacterial soap. Like hand sanitizer. Clean, surgical– a faint floral smell, like the get well soon flowers her patients received rubbed on her.
You come face to face with her heat, and you can’t help but peer up at her, waiting for permission, “I’ve had a long day, please don’t waste my time.” her hand is still on the back of your head, anchoring you to Earth.
Her words are all you need before you dive in. You’re nervous, even though you’ve done this before. But this was different, Emery was different. You had always wanted to do a good job with your partners, but you wanted to impress Emery. You needed to, you needed to show her how well you could do.
“Good, yeah, that’s it.” she says as you lap at her.
It doesn’t even sound strained, it sounds like she’s coaching you through a procedure. She doesn’t moan, just lets out a small huff of air, a soft grunt here and there when you hit her clit just right.
You tease a finger at her entrance, looking up at her again. She gives a stiff nod and a hum, telling you to go ahead. The dominance that leaks off of her is intoxicating. You feel like you took a hit of a blunt. She takes down her hair and shakes it out, still looking down at you. Her movements seem like they’re in slow motion. This is worship, you realize. But Dr. Walsh has granted you access to Heaven instead of Hell.
You recognize she’s getting close by the way her brows furrow. The noises get more common and you work harder, making sure your pace doesn’t falter, even though you’re getting tired. She makes you feel woozy, you are intoxicated off of her pussy. She tastes so sweet, you can’t get enough.
She cums without warning, like she doesn’t even realize it’s happening until it is. You work her through it, lapping up all that she gives you. Emery finally moans, a long strained out moan, and you feel pride swell in your chest.
She pants as she comes down, “Well, I think you deserve something in return.” she uses her pointer and middle finger to signal you to come on top of the couch with her.
She settles you on her lap, and swipes the same two fingers through your folds. “Didn’t know eating me out would get you so wet.” she looks like she wants to laugh, it makes your face go hot. You feel like a horny teenager, like the second she puts her hands on you you’re gonna come.
She lines the two fingers up before thrusting them in quickly. Your brows furrow, her’s shoot up. Her mouth is slightly open. She still has that fucking smirk, her teasing look makes you clench around her fingers. Your premonition is correct, you feel a knot in your stomach before you can stop it, and she doesn’t slow. Her hands do know what to do. They know which spots to hit, where to go to send you reeling. You throw your head back and a loud moan comes out without your permission.
“God, you are a pretty thing, aren’t you?” her voice makes you whine, you’ve spent so long imagining her talking to you like this. “You’ve always caught my eye, I could tell you wanted to be bossed around a little. Or, maybe a lot.”
“Please,” you mumble.
“Please, what?”
“Keep talking, let me come, I don’t know. Just please don’t stop.”
She huffs out a laugh. “I can tell I turn your brain to mush when you see me, you get this look in your eyes that you don’t get for anyone else. It’s cute, it made me want to take you. I never would’ve done it in the bathroom at work, though.”
You look out the window instead of at her, embarrassed by your own neediness, “But hearing you moan my name, damn. There’s nothing else like it.”
That’s what does it for you, the knot in your stomach unravels. It feels so good it brings a tear to your eye. You can’t stop making small noises, overstimulated from her fingers still being inside you.
She pulls them out gently, the most gentle she’s been all day. Emery lets you fall into her, you put your head in the crook of her neck and she runs her hand over the back of your skull again. She shushes you when she gets up, but you realize she’s just grabbing your water bottle you brought with you, she slowly brings it to your lips, urging you to take a sip.
She doesn’t talk much as she starts the shower and leads you both to it. She shows more than she tells. She knows this is a time to be gentle, and she knows that her snark knows no bounds. She doesn’t want to say something offhand. She needs to be soft, and her mouth is the opposite. But she wants you to know she cares. She washes your body for you, and you do the same for her. Scrubbing her back with a small rag. The hot water feels relaxing, and you suddenly realize how tired you are.
Once you get out of the shower, you rub your eyes and yawn, “C’mere,” Emery whispers.
You follow her lead still. She takes you into her bedroom. She has beige walls, medical books on her dresser. Her comforter is soft. It’s sage green, and fluffy, slightly cold from being unused. She slips one of her old t-shirts over your head, and you both crawl into bed. She lays on her back, you crawl onto her chest. It’s the most peaceful you’ve felt in a long time.
The memories of the day replay in your head, and you become embarrassed.
“What’s up?” She asks, reading you. Her voice is thick with fatigue, and you feel bad for keeping her up.
“I just still feel embarrassed you heard me.”
She hums, “Well, if I hadn’t heard you, we wouldn’t be here. It’s fine, I know I’m hard to resist.”
You giggle at the cocky words.
“Get some sleep, we’ll talk when we wake up.” she says.
You let yourself fall into a slumber, cuddled up against her. Dealing with it in the morning sounds like a good plan to you.
— 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀trinity santos x fem!reader
⠀— 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ◈ passenger princess
. after another exhausting shift in pittsburgh, trinity santos drags you out on one of your usual late night drives through the city. what starts as teasing hands on your thigh and sarcastic banter quickly spirals into something far more intimate once trinity parks the car beside the river. between fogged windows, messy kisses and trinity’s inability to keep her hands to herself, the two of you end up tangled together in the front seat while the rain pours outside . 9.3k
⠀— 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ◈ passenger princess
. explicit sexual content . fingering . thigh riding . oral fixation . nipple play . praise kink . needy dynamics . messy kissing . teasing . dom!trinity santos . soft possessiveness . overstimulation themes . grinding . orgasm control . car sex . established situationship vibes . emotional intimacy . suggestive dialogue . rain + late night atmosphere . mentions of exhaustion from hospital shifts . roommate!dennis whitaker appearances . emotionally soft trinity santos .
⠀— 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ◈ passenger princess
. my first ever trinity fic <3 i genuinely love writing her already because she’s somehow both cocky and painfully soft at the same time. late night drives in pittsburgh with trinity santos has been rotting my brain for DAYS so i had to write this immediately.
Rain tapped steadily against the kitchen window of Trinity Santos’ apartment while the city outside blurred gold beneath Pittsburgh streetlights, the kind of cold spring rain that soaked straight through clothes within seconds.
The apartment smelled faintly like coffee, laundry detergent, and whatever takeout Dennis had ordered two hours earlier and forgotten to throw away, containers still abandoned across the counter beside half-finished beers.
Trinity leaned against the kitchen island tugging her hoodie over her head while you sat cross legged on the couch beside Dennis Whitaker — Huckleberry — who barely glanced up from the hockey game flickering across the television anymore whenever you were around.
That had changed fast after you and Trinity met almost eight months ago at the South Side bar you worked at, Trinity walking in after a brutal shift at the hospital with dried blood still staining the sleeve of her scrub top beneath her jacket.
She’d flirted with you terribly from the second you served her whiskey, all smug smiles and exhausted sarcasm while you pretended not to notice how pretty she was. Dennis still claimed he knew Trinity was doomed the second she came home rambling about “the bartender with the attitude problem.”
Trinity denied that every single time it got brought up despite the fact she practically lived attached to your side now. “You know,” Dennis said casually without taking his eyes off the television, “normal people usually go home after fourteen hour shifts instead of aimlessly driving around Pittsburgh listening to sad lesbian music.”
Trinity scoffed from across the kitchen while pulling her keys from the counter, dark curls still damp from the shower she’d taken barely twenty minutes earlier. “First of all, fuck you,” she replied immediately, voice rough with exhaustion while she shoved her feet into old sneakers near the door. “Second of all, Deftones isn’t sad lesbian music.”
Dennis finally looked over the back of the couch at her with complete disbelief written across his face. “That is exactly what Deftones is.” You laughed quietly under your breath while Trinity shot both of you an unimpressed look, grabbing her leather jacket from the hook beside the apartment door.
The oversized grey hoodie she wore disappeared slightly beneath it, rings glinting beneath the warm kitchen light while she pointed accusingly toward Dennis. “You literally listen to divorced dad podcasts voluntarily,” she shot back.
“And you spend your nights driving around listening to songs that sound like emotional support cigarettes,” Dennis answered lazily.
Trinity opened her mouth to argue again before glancing toward you instead, expression softening almost immediately in a way that still felt unfairly easy whenever she looked at you. “C’mon,” she muttered quietly, jerking her head toward the door while trying and failing to hide the small smile pulling at the corner of her mouth.
The cold hit instantly the second you stepped outside, rain misting against your skin while Trinity locked the apartment door behind you with one hand shoved into her jacket pocket. Pittsburgh looked sleepy at this hour, streets slick with rainwater reflecting blurry gold and white lights beneath the dark sky while traffic hummed quietly somewhere down the hill.
Trinity’s car sat parked beneath a flickering streetlamp across the street, slightly crooked against the curb because she genuinely parked like nobody had ever taught her properly. “You park like a criminal,” you muttered while walking beside her through shallow puddles gathering near the sidewalk.
Trinity glanced sideways at you with immediate offense. “I park creatively.”
“You mounted the curb yesterday.”
“That curb came outta nowhere.” You laughed again softly, shaking your head while she unlocked the car with a click and opened the passenger door for you before climbing into the driver’s seat herself.
The inside of the car felt instantly warmer than outside, carrying the familiar scent of coffee cups, her perfume lingering faintly in the fabric seats, and cigarette smoke trapped somewhere deep in the upholstery no matter how much she cleaned it.
Trinity tossed her phone into the cupholder before starting the engine, dashboard lights casting soft orange against her face while rain streaked slowly across the windshield.
For a moment neither of you spoke while the heater blasted warm air toward your legs and the windshield wipers dragged rhythmically across the glass, rain blurring the city outside into smeared streaks of colour.
Then Trinity plugged her phone into the aux and instantly filled the car with music, bass humming low through the speakers while Cigarette After Sex drifted softly into the small space around you both.
“Oh my god,” you said immediately, already laughing. “Dennis was right.” Trinity looked over at you with narrowed eyes while pulling away from the curb one handed.
“Don’t start.”
“This is sad lesbian music.”
“You literally listen to Phoebe Bridgers.”
“Okay but I’m emotionally self aware.”
Trinity snorted softly under her breath before turning the volume slightly louder, fingers tapping lazily against the steering wheel while the city slid past outside the windows. She drove through Pittsburgh like muscle memory alone guided her now, weaving through familiar streets beneath glowing bridge lights while rain shimmered across the roads ahead.
You watched her quietly from the passenger seat while she drove, taking in the tiredness beneath her eyes, the faint scar near her jaw you’d kissed countless times before, the way her rings caught every passing light while her hand rested loose against the wheel.
“You know what your problem is?” Trinity asked suddenly after a few quiet minutes, eyes still fixed ahead on the road while she merged onto the bridge overlooking the river.
“What?”
“You looked way too pretty behind that bar the first night we met.” You turned toward her immediately, eyebrows lifting in disbelief while she smirked slightly at the road ahead.
“That’s my problem?”
“Yeah.” Rain battered harder against the windshield while downtown Pittsburgh glowed ahead of you in blurry reflections, every building mirrored across the black river beneath the bridge. Trinity shook her head softly like she was replaying the memory in real time, thumb brushing absentmindedly over the steering wheel.
“I walked in covered in blood from work,” she continued, laughing quietly to herself. “Not mine, thankfully, but still. And there you were acting all mean while pouring whiskey like you were starring in some indie film.”
“I was not mean.”
“Baby, you looked me dead in the eyes and said ‘you gonna order something or just stare at me all night?’”
You buried your face briefly in your hands while Trinity laughed properly this time, warm and exhausted and pretty enough to make your stomach tighten slightly. Then, without warning, her hand slid slowly from the steering wheel onto your thigh, fingers warm and heavy against bare skin beneath your shorts while she kept driving like she hadn’t done anything at all.
Trinity’s hand rested heavily against your thigh like it belonged there, warm through the cold air still lingering inside the car from when you’d climbed in minutes earlier. Her palm spread lazily over your skin just above your knee, fingers tapping once absentmindedly in time with the music while the Pittsburgh skyline blurred gold outside the rain streaked windows.
It wasn’t even sexual yet, not really, but nothing with Trinity ever stayed innocent for long once she touched you. The simple weight of her hand alone made heat curl low in your stomach embarrassingly fast, your thighs pressing together slightly on instinct before you could stop yourself.
You hated how easily your body reacted to her sometimes, especially when she wasn’t even trying that hard yet. Trinity noticed immediately of course because she noticed everything when it came to you, dark eyes flicking sideways from the road for half a second before the corner of her mouth twitched upward knowingly.
“Seriously?” she murmured softly, amusement coating every word while her thumb brushed slowly against your thigh through the fabric of your shorts. “All I did was touch your leg.”
You turned your head toward the rain covered window instantly, pretending sudden interest in the blurred city lights outside while your pulse started beating noticeably harder beneath her hand.
“Oh my god,” Trinity laughed quietly under her breath, the sound low and rough enough to make the heat in your stomach twist tighter. “You’re blushing.”
“I’m literally not.”
“Baby, I can see you.” Her hand slid slightly higher against your thigh then, still casual enough to stay deniable but deliberate enough that your breath caught softly in your throat anyway.
The car filled with low music and the steady sound of rain while Trinity drove one handed through downtown Pittsburgh completely relaxed, like she wasn’t fully aware of the effect she had on you sitting beside her.
But she was aware. Extremely aware. That was the dangerous thing about Trinity. She loved dragging reactions out of you slowly, teasing until you got frustrated enough to snap while she sat there acting innocent the entire time.
“You get so worked up over nothing,” she murmured teasingly, eyes still fixed on the slick road ahead while her rings pressed cool against your skin. “It’s kinda cute actually.”
You shot her an annoyed look despite the way your stomach flipped at the word cute coming from her mouth. “You’re so annoying.” Trinity grinned immediately, finally glancing sideways at you properly for the first time since putting her hand there.
“And yet,” she said lightly, “you’re still sittin’ in my car at one in the morning wearing my hoodie.” You opened your mouth to argue before shutting it again because unfortunately she had a point. Trinity’s smirk widened slightly at your silence, clearly pleased with herself while her fingers flexed gently against your thigh.
The movement made another involuntary pulse of heat shoot low through your body, your legs tensing subtly beneath her touch before you could stop it. Trinity noticed that too because of course she did.
“There it is again,” she murmured almost to herself, voice quieter now while her thumb dragged slow circles against your skin. “Jesus Christ.”
“What?” you asked cautiously despite already knowing exactly where this was going.
Trinity’s grin turned almost mean then, all cocky amusement while rain reflected across her face in shifting gold streaks from the city outside. “That little twitch you do when your pussy starts getting sensitive.”
Your breath caught so sharply it was almost embarrassing, eyes widening immediately while heat flooded straight up your neck beneath the dim glow of the dashboard lights. Trinity didn’t even look remotely ashamed for saying it either.
She kept driving through rain soaked Pittsburgh streets like she hadn’t just casually pointed out one of the most humiliating things she’d ever noticed about you. Her hand stayed exactly where it was on your thigh, fingers spread warm and possessive while Deftones hummed low through the speakers around you both.
Outside the window, bridges and streetlights blurred into streaks of gold against the wet roads, but your entire focus narrowed painfully onto Trinity beside you. “You’re unbelievable,” you muttered finally, trying and failing to sound annoyed instead of flustered.
Trinity laughed softly under her breath at that, dark curls falling into her eyes while she stopped at a red light near the river. “Am I wrong?” she asked casually. You stayed quiet. Her smirk widened instantly. “That’s what I thought.”
The red light painted faint colour across her face while she turned slightly toward you, fingers tapping lazily against your thigh like she had all the patience in the world.
“Y’know what’s funny?” she murmured, voice low enough to settle directly beneath your skin. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”
Her thumb brushed slowly upward another inch as she spoke, the movement still technically innocent but intimate enough that your thighs pressed together automatically around her hand. Trinity’s eyes dropped immediately to the motion before flicking back toward your face with obvious amusement.
“There she is,” she teased softly. “Knew you were getting needy.”
“I’m not needy.”
“Baby.” Trinity actually laughed this time, shaking her head while the light finally turned green and she eased the car forward again. “Your legs are literally shaking.”
You looked down instantly and hated that she was right, your muscles tense beneath the thin fabric of your shorts while her hand stayed resting dangerously high against your inner thigh now. “Shut up,” you mumbled weakly.
“Or what?” Trinity asked immediately.
The smugness in her voice made your stomach tighten harder.
Rain battered steadily against the windshield while she merged onto another quiet road, one hand loose against the steering wheel while the other stayed planted firmly against your thigh like she had no intention of moving it anytime soon.
The city had mostly emptied out by now, only scattered headlights passing occasionally while downtown glowed softly behind you in the distance.
Trinity always got like this during late drives — calmer, cockier somehow, like exhaustion stripped away whatever restraint she normally tried pretending to have around you.
She glanced sideways briefly before dragging her thumb higher again, close enough now that your breath hitched despite yourself.
“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath before you could stop it. Trinity heard it immediately. Of course she did.
“Aw,” she mocked gently, eyes glittering with amusement beneath passing streetlights. “Poor thing.” Her fingers squeezed your thigh once, firm enough to make your pulse jump. “You gonna survive me touching you, or should I pull over?”
The question hung teasingly between you both while rain hammered softly against the roof of the car, the low bass of the music vibrating faintly through your chest alongside your heartbeat. Trinity kept driving like she had all the control in the world, thumb still tracing slow circles against the inside of your thigh while she smirked at the road ahead.
You hated how calm she looked compared to you. Hated the way she could unravel you with barely any effort while sitting there acting completely unaffected herself.
Another shaky breath slipped from your mouth when her fingers flexed again, brushing dangerously close to where you needed her without actually touching you properly.
Trinity noticed instantly, tongue pressing briefly against the inside of her cheek while amusement flickered across her face. “C’mon,” she murmured softly. “Use your words.”
You turned toward her fully then, frustrated heat burning low in your stomach while the city lights flashed across her face in gold streaks. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
Trinity grinned at that, slow and unbearably smug.
“Yeah,” she admitted easily. “I do.”
Something about the confidence in her voice snapped the last thread of your patience completely. Before you could overthink it, your hand slid over hers where it rested high on your thigh, fingers curling tightly around her wrist.
Trinity’s eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise while you guided her hand upward yourself, dragging it firmly between your legs beneath the hem of her hoodie.
The second her palm pressed properly against your clothed pussy your entire body jolted subtly at the contact, thighs parting instinctively while a shaky breath escaped your mouth.
Trinity went quiet for half a second beside you. Not shocked exactly — more caught off guard by you taking control first for once. Then she exhaled softly through her nose, dark eyes flicking toward you before dropping briefly to where your hand still held hers against the heat between your thighs. “Jesus Christ,” she murmured under her breath, voice rougher now. “Look at you.”
Your face burned immediately but you didn’t move her hand away.
If anything, you pressed her harder against you.
Trinity’s jaw tightened visibly while she drove one handed through the empty rain soaked streets, fingers flexing slowly beneath your grip like she was restraining herself from doing far more. “That desperate already?” she teased quietly, though there was something darker underneath the amusement now.
Her fingertips dragged lightly over you through the fabric of your shorts, just enough pressure to make your hips twitch before you could stop them.
“Trin,” you breathed softly, the nickname leaving your mouth almost like a warning. Trinity’s eyes flicked toward you instantly at the tone, grip tightening briefly against the steering wheel before she looked back toward the road ahead again.
“No, no,” she murmured, almost laughing under her breath. “Don’t start whining now when you’re the one who grabbed my hand.” Her fingers finally pressed properly against your clothed clit then, slow deliberate pressure that pulled a quiet gasp straight from your throat. Trinity smiled immediately at the sound. “There she is.”
Trinity’s fingers stayed pressed against you for another few seconds, just enough pressure to keep your entire body tense and aching beside her while rain hissed steadily against the windshield. Her thumb moved in slow, lazy circles over your clothed clit while she drove one handed through the near empty streets, jaw tight enough now that you could tell she was feeling this just as much as you were.
Every little reaction you gave her only seemed to make it worse. The shaky breaths. The way your thighs kept twitching apart for her without thinking. The soft noises you tried unsuccessfully to swallow down whenever she pressed slightly harder against you.
Trinity loved all of it. You could see it in the smug tilt of her mouth every time she glanced sideways at you beneath the passing streetlights. “Pretty girl,” she murmured quietly, almost to herself while her fingers flexed against you again. Then, cruelly, you felt her start pulling her hand away.
A pathetic little whine escaped your throat before you could stop it.
The sound alone made your face burn immediately with embarrassment.
You’d never acted like this with anybody else before. Never needed somebody so badly that it physically hurt when they pulled away from you. Usually you hated feeling needy, hated giving people the satisfaction of knowing they affected you this much.
But Trinity was different in every possible way. Trinity made you want to be greedy with her attention. Made you want to hold onto her constantly and climb into her lap and stay there until the rest of the world disappeared entirely.
Before she could move her hand completely, your fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist again, dragging it straight back between your thighs while your hips rolled instinctively against her palm. The movement was desperate enough that your stomach twisted with humiliation the second you realised what you’d done.
Trinity went completely still beside you for a second, eyes flicking toward you with visible surprise before something dangerously pleased settled across her face instead. “Oh my fucking god,” she laughed softly under her breath, voice roughened by disbelief and desire all at once. “Baby…”
You couldn’t even look at her properly.
Instead you kept grinding down against her hand slowly, chasing friction while the music hummed low around the car and rain blurred the city outside into streaks of gold and black. Trinity let you do it too. That was the worst part. She didn’t tease immediately this time or stop you right away.
She just watched. Her hand stayed exactly where you wanted it while you moved against her palm in slow desperate motions, your breathing growing shakier every second beneath the warmth of her gaze. Trinity’s jaw flexed visibly while she drove, fingers occasionally tightening slightly against you whenever your hips stuttered harder against her hand.
“Look at you,” she murmured eventually, voice quieter now, almost affected despite herself. “So fucking needy for me.”
Another embarrassed whine left your mouth at that, but you still didn’t stop. Your forehead rested briefly against the cool window beside you while heat pooled low in your stomach harder and harder every second she allowed this to continue.
Trinity exhaled softly through her nose beside you, dark eyes dragging over your flushed face before she finally shook her head once like she was trying to regain control of herself too. “Jesus Christ,” she muttered.
Then slowly, reluctantly, she pulled her hand away again.
You made another small frustrated noise immediately, turning toward her with a helpless look that almost made her laugh outright. “Trin—”
“Hey.” Trinity cut you off gently, though the smirk tugging at her mouth returned instantly at how wrecked you already looked beside her. She brought the hand you’d been grinding against up to the steering wheel again, fingers tightening firmly around it while she exhaled slowly.
“I kinda need both hands to drive before we end up in the fucking river.” You sank lower into the seat with another quiet whine, thighs pressing together painfully now that her warmth was gone.
Trinity noticed immediately of course. She always noticed. “Don’t pout at me,” she teased softly, eyes flicking toward you before returning to the road ahead. “M’trying to find somewhere to park first.”
The words settled low in your stomach instantly, heat rushing through you all over again while Trinity just grinned knowingly at your reaction and turned the car down a darker quieter street near the river.
The second Trinity said the word park, the entire atmosphere inside the car shifted into something heavier, tighter, like the air itself had gone thick with anticipation.
Your thighs stayed pressed together in the passenger seat while rain streaked steadily across the windows, every passing streetlight throwing brief flashes of gold across Trinity’s face as she drove slower now through quieter Pittsburgh streets.
Downtown had mostly disappeared behind you, the roads emptier near the river where warehouses and closed storefronts sat dark beneath the rain. Trinity looked painfully composed compared to you, one hand steady against the wheel while the other rested loosely near the gearshift like she hadn’t just had you grinding desperately against her palm five minutes ago.
But you noticed the little signs anyway. The slight tension in her jaw. The way she kept adjusting her grip against the steering wheel. The fact she’d turned the music down lower without even realising it. Trinity only did that when she was distracted.
“You good over there?” she asked finally, voice dripping with amusement while her eyes stayed fixed ahead. You shot her a glare that probably would’ve landed better if your breathing wasn’t still uneven.
“You’re enjoying this way too much,” you muttered quietly.
“Oh, absolutely,” Trinity answered without hesitation.
The honesty of it made your stomach twist harder.
She glanced sideways briefly before laughing softly under her breath at the expression on your face, rainwater reflecting in shifting patterns across her dark eyes. “C’mon,” she teased gently. “You grabbed my hand and humped it in the passenger seat like you were dying.
You can’t act embarrassed now.” A mortified sound left your throat instantly while you buried your face briefly in your hands, which only made Trinity laugh harder. “Trinity,” you groaned.
“What?”
“Stop talking.”
“No.” Her grin widened when you slumped further into the seat beside her, clearly enjoying every second of your humiliation far too much for someone who claimed to care about you.
The car slowed slightly as she turned onto a quieter road overlooking the river, rain falling heavier against the windshield while trees and empty parking areas blurred past outside.
“Besides,” Trinity continued casually, thumb tapping against the wheel, “you started it.”
“You touched my thigh first.”
“Yeah, and you practically fucking melted.”
You hated that she was right.
Trinity finally pulled into an empty overlook near the river, tires crunching softly over wet gravel before the car rolled to a stop beneath dim streetlights reflecting against black water below.
The city skyline glowed in the distance through the rain, bridges lit gold against the dark sky while thunder rumbled faintly somewhere far off across Pittsburgh.
The windshield wipers kept moving steadily for a few more seconds before Trinity switched the engine off completely, leaving only the soft sound of rain surrounding the car.
Silence settled instantly between you both, thick and warm and charged in a way that made your pulse spike harder the second she turned toward you fully for the first time since parking.
Trinity leaned back slightly in the driver’s seat, one arm draped loosely over the steering wheel while she looked at you with open amusement and something darker sitting beneath it now. “Hi,” she murmured softly. The simple word alone made heat rush through your stomach all over again.
“You’re evil,” you whispered back immediately, earning another quiet laugh from her. Trinity tilted her head slightly while studying your flushed face, gaze dropping briefly toward your thighs before returning upward again. “Yeah?” she asked lightly. “And what does that make you, huh?”
Before you could answer, Trinity reached over suddenly and caught your chin between her fingers, pulling you toward her across the centre console until her mouth crashed against yours.
The kiss hit hard immediately, all pent up teasing and tension finally snapping at once while rain battered the roof above you. You kissed her back desperately without thinking, fingers grabbing at the front of her hoodie while Trinity made a soft approving noise against your mouth.
Her free hand slid back onto your thigh instantly, spreading warm and possessive there while she kissed you deeper, slower now, like she had nowhere else to be tonight except here with you.
“That’s my girl,” she murmured quietly against your lips when you climbed halfway across the console toward her without hesitation. And somehow, embarrassingly, those three words alone nearly ruined you.
You barely even realised you were moving until you were climbing fully across the centre console into Trinity’s lap, knees settling on either side of her hips while the leather seat creaked softly beneath the sudden shift of weight.
Trinity immediately adjusted beneath you without hesitation, one hand gripping your waist to steady you while the other slid possessively up your spine underneath the oversized hoodie you were wearing. Rain hammered steadily against the roof above the car, the windows fogging slowly from the heat building between you both while distant city lights reflected dimly through the misted glass.
Trinity looked up at you with pupils blown wide now, dark curls messy against her forehead while her lips stayed slightly parted from kissing you moments earlier. “Hi,” she murmured again softly, almost breathless this time.
You laughed quietly under your breath at that, fingers brushing damp curls away from her eyes before leaning down to kiss her again immediately. Trinity kissed like she did everything else — intense, consuming, like she wanted your full attention and refused to settle for anything less.
Her mouth moved against yours slow at first, warm and deep and messy enough that you could taste faint traces of mint and coffee on her tongue when she kissed you harder.
Every little sound you made seemed to encourage her further, Trinity swallowing your soft breaths and quiet whines while her hands tightened against your waist like she physically needed to keep you close.
Your hips shifted instinctively against her lap as the kiss deepened, drawing a low noise from Trinity that vibrated directly against your mouth. She tilted her head slightly to kiss you deeper, tongue brushing against yours slowly while her fingers spread against the small of your back beneath the hoodie.
Heat curled heavily low in your stomach when her grip tightened enough to guide your hips against her properly, the friction pulling a breathless gasp from you before Trinity immediately kissed the sound away.
“Fuck,” she whispered quietly against your lips, voice rough and wrecked in a way that made your pulse jump harder. One of your hands slid down blindly beside the seat looking for leverage while you kissed her harder, fingers accidentally catching the lever underneath the driver’s seat.
The second you pulled it, the entire seat suddenly dropped backward with a loud mechanical thunk. Both of you jolted violently with it, your body bouncing awkwardly against Trinity’s lap while a shocked laugh burst from your mouth instantly.
Trinity actually cackled beneath you, head falling back against the seat while her hands clamped around your waist to stop you both from fully toppling backward. “Jesus Christ,” she laughed breathlessly, rain and music and your own laughter filling the cramped car around you. “Smooth move, baby.”
You buried your burning face briefly against her shoulder while laughing helplessly too, your body still half sprawled over her chest from the sudden movement. “I didn’t mean to!” you protested through laughter while Trinity kept grinning up at you with flushed cheeks and messy curls falling into her eyes.
“Sure you didn’t,” she teased immediately, fingers digging playfully into your hips before she adjusted the reclined seat slightly further back on purpose this time. The movement shifted you lower against her lap again, your thighs settling more firmly around her while the laughter between you slowly faded into something warmer and quieter.
Trinity’s hands lingered at your waist for a second longer than necessary, thumbs brushing absentmindedly against your skin beneath the hoodie while she looked up at you with softened eyes that almost made your chest ache.
Then her gaze dropped briefly toward your mouth before returning upward again. “C’mere,” she murmured softly.
You leaned down immediately without hesitation, kissing her again slower this time while rain streaked steadily down the fogged windows around the parked car. Trinity hummed quietly against your lips, one hand sliding upward into your hair while the other settled possessively against your thigh, keeping you exactly where she wanted you in her lap.
Trinity’s mouth left yours slowly, lingering for one last kiss against your swollen lips before trailing lower toward your jaw instead. The shift made your breathing catch instantly, your hands tightening slightly against her shoulders while she pressed warm open mouthed kisses beneath your ear.
Rain continued drumming softly against the roof above you, windows fogged enough now that the city outside had disappeared entirely into blurred streaks of gold and black. Trinity’s hands stayed firm on your waist beneath the oversized hoodie, fingers spread wide against your skin while she tilted her head to kiss slowly down the side of your neck.
The sensation pulled a quiet shaky breath from your throat immediately. Trinity noticed, obviously. She always noticed. A smug little hum vibrated against your skin before she sucked gently at the sensitive spot beneath your jaw, just enough to make your hips twitch involuntarily in her lap.
“There it is,” she murmured softly against your neck, voice rough enough to make heat coil tighter low in your stomach. “Pretty sounds already.”
Your face burned immediately at the teasing, but the embarrassment only made your body react harder to her. Trinity’s grip tightened slightly against your waist before she guided your hips forward experimentally against her thigh beneath you.
The friction hit embarrassingly well even through layers of clothing, a breathless noise escaping your mouth before you could stop it while your forehead dropped briefly against her shoulder.
Trinity laughed quietly under her breath at that reaction, mouth still brushing lazily against your throat while she rolled your hips against her again slower this time. “Fuck,” you whispered shakily.
“Yeah?” Trinity asked softly, pretending innocence while deliberately dragging your hips back and forth against the firm muscle of her thigh. “Feels good?”
Another quiet whine slipped from you instead of an answer, your fingers curling tighter into the fabric of her hoodie while heat flooded through your body harder with every slow movement she guided you through.
Trinity pressed another kiss against your neck, softer now, almost affectionate despite the filthy way she kept moving you against her. “You get so sensitive for me,” she murmured quietly. “Barely even touched you properly yet.”
The words alone made your stomach tighten harder.
Trinity leaned back slightly against the reclined seat to look at you properly, dark eyes blown wide while her hands continued keeping a steady rhythm against your hips. The position left you straddling one of her thighs perfectly, every slow drag of friction pulling another shaky breath from your chest while rain and low music filled the cramped warmth of the car around you both.
You felt ridiculous for how quickly your body was responding, but Trinity looked entirely too pleased about it to let you feel genuinely embarrassed for long.
“Look at me,” she murmured softly after a moment. You forced your eyes open immediately, finding her already watching you with an expression somewhere between amusement and genuine want. “That’s it,” she praised quietly when you held her gaze.
Then she rolled your hips harder against her thigh suddenly, enough pressure that your mouth fell open against a soft gasp before you could stop it. Trinity bit her lip immediately at the sound, fingers flexing against your waist while she watched your reaction carefully. “Good girl,” she whispered, voice low and wrecked now too. “Just ride my thigh like that for me.”
All you could really focus on was the steady drag of friction against Trinity’s thigh, the slow controlled movements of her hands guiding your hips while heat pulsed heavily between your legs with every roll forward.
Your breathing had turned embarrassingly uneven already, soft little gasps leaving your mouth whenever the muscle of her thigh pressed just right beneath you. Trinity watched every reaction carefully from beneath half lidded eyes, clearly fascinated by how quickly you were falling apart in her lap.
Rain battered steadily against the fogged windows around the car while low music hummed softly through the speakers, but all of it felt distant compared to the feeling of Trinity beneath you. Her hands stayed firm against your waist at first, thumbs pressing into your skin while she kept you moving against her exactly how she wanted.
Then one of her hands slipped upward slowly beneath the oversized hoodie you wore. You barely even processed it at first. Your entire body was too consumed with chasing friction against her thigh, your hips grinding down harder every time she praised you softly beneath her breath.
“That’s it,” Trinity murmured quietly, voice rough with want while her fingers slid higher beneath the hoodie. “Fuck, baby… look how needy you get.”
The cool air inside the car hit your skin faintly when Trinity pushed the hoodie upward slowly, exposing more and more of your chest while she kept watching your face for every little reaction. You barely helped her at all, too distracted by the way your clit dragged desperately against the denim covering her thigh beneath you.
Trinity laughed softly under her breath at how out of it you already looked, flushed cheeks and swollen lips and shaky breathing while you sat in her lap grinding against her like you couldn’t stop yourself anymore.
“You’re not even paying attention to me,” she teased gently, finally tugging the hoodie high enough to expose your breasts fully to the cool air of the car.
A small gasp escaped your mouth at the sudden temperature difference, nipples already hard instantly while Trinity’s expression darkened noticeably at the sight.
“Jesus Christ,” she whispered quietly. Her hand came up immediately, fingers spreading possessively over one of your breasts while her thumb brushed slowly over your nipple. The sensation shot straight through you sharply enough that your hips stuttered hard against her thigh, another broken sound slipping from your throat before you could stop it.
Trinity groaned softly beneath you at the reaction, head falling briefly back against the reclined seat while her grip tightened instinctively around your chest. “There she is,” she murmured again, almost breathless now too. “So fucking sensitive for me.”
Your hands grabbed onto her shoulders harder when Trinity rolled your nipple slowly between her fingers, alternating between gentle teasing touches and firmer pressure that made your entire body twitch in her lap.
She seemed obsessed with watching the effect she had on you, dark eyes flicking constantly between your face, your chest, and the desperate movements of your hips against her thigh. Every time you whimpered or gasped she looked even more wrecked by it herself.
Trinity leaned upward slightly then, mouth pressing hot open mouthed kisses against the top of your chest before she wrapped her lips around your nipple without warning. The sudden wet heat made your back arch instantly, a louder moan escaping your mouth while your fingers tangled tightly into her curls.
“Trin—” you breathed shakily. Trinity hummed against your skin at the sound of her name, sucking gently before soothing the sting with her tongue while her free hand kept guiding your hips steadily against her thigh beneath you.
The combination of everything at once felt overwhelming in the best possible way, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter low in your stomach every time she praised you or touched you or looked at you like this.
“You’re doing so good for me,” Trinity whispered softly against your chest before kissing lower again. “Pretty girl’s gonna soak through my jeans if she keeps grinding on me like that.”
The filthy teasing should’ve embarrassed you, but all it really did was make your hips move harder against her instinctively while Trinity laughed quietly and held you even closer in her lap.
Trinity could tell you were getting close long before you realised it yourself. She felt it in the way your hips had lost their steady rhythm against her thigh, little desperate stutters replacing the slow grinding from before every time friction caught against your clit just right.
Your breathing had gone completely uneven now, soft broken moans spilling helplessly from your mouth while you buried your face deeper into Trinity’s neck like you were trying to hide how wrecked she’d gotten you already.
Your thighs trembled around her lap every few seconds, body practically burning against hers while rain battered steadily against the fogged windows surrounding the parked car.
Trinity’s hands stayed firm against you through all of it, one gripping tightly at your waist to keep you balanced while the other moved upward slowly toward your jaw.
“Baby,” she murmured softly against your temple, voice roughened enough that it made your stomach tighten harder instantly. Her fingers wrapped around your jaw carefully before tilting your face back toward her, forcing you to look at her properly despite the embarrassment written all over your flushed face.
“Look at me,” she whispered quieter this time, dark eyes locked onto yours while her thumb brushed gently across your cheek. “C’mon. Wanna see you.”
A soft needy whine escaped your throat the second Trinity’s other arm tightened around your waist, lifting your hips slightly off her thigh before you could keep grinding down against her. The loss of friction hit immediately, making your head fall briefly against her shoulder while another frustrated sound slipped from your mouth.
“Trin—” you complained weakly, but Trinity only smiled against your lips before kissing you once, slow and distracting enough to pull another shaky breath from your chest.
“I know,” she murmured softly. “You were doing so good for me too.” Her voice had gone lower now, rough around the edges in a way that told you she was struggling to stay composed herself. Trinity’s eyes flicked downward between your bodies then, jaw tightening visibly before she exhaled softly through her nose.
“Need you like this instead,” she whispered. Before you could ask what she meant, her hand slid down between your thighs slowly, fingertips brushing against the soaked fabric clinging embarrassingly to your pussy beneath your shorts.
Trinity actually groaned quietly at the feeling, forehead dropping briefly against yours while her fingers pressed harder between your legs. “Fuck,” she breathed. “Baby…”
Heat flooded your face instantly.
Trinity’s fingers hooked beneath the waistband of your shorts and underwear together, dragging both down just enough to expose you properly to the cold air inside the car.
The sudden openness made your hips jerk instinctively, thighs spreading wider around her lap without even thinking while another broken noise escaped your mouth. Trinity stared immediately. Completely distracted by the sight between your legs now.
Your pussy looked absolutely wrecked already — swollen, soaked, slick glistening against your inner thighs from grinding desperately against her for so long. Your clit throbbed visibly beneath the wetness coating you, sensitive enough that even the cool air brushing against it made your body twitch.
Trinity swallowed hard beside you before letting out another low curse under her breath, fingers tightening briefly against your thigh. “Jesus fucking Christ,” she whispered quietly, visibly affected now too while her eyes dragged slowly over every inch of you spread open above her lap.
“Look at this pretty pussy.” The praise alone made your stomach tighten painfully. Trinity’s fingertips slid carefully through your slick folds then, collecting the wetness there slowly before rubbing it against your clit in one deliberate stroke that made your entire body jolt hard above her.
“So swollen already,” she murmured almost to herself, completely fascinated while she watched your face twist from the sensation. “And all this just from riding my thigh?”
You could barely answer her.
Your hands clutched desperately at the front of her hoodie while pleasure curled tighter and tighter low in your stomach, every nerve ending narrowed completely onto Trinity touching you between your legs.
Rain hammered steadily against the roof while the windows fogged heavier around you both, trapping warmth and soft music inside the cramped car while Trinity rubbed slow tight circles against your clit with two slick fingers.
“That’s it,” she whispered softly, eyes fixed on your face while your hips twitched helplessly above her hand. “Fuck, look how sensitive you are.” Every little touch made your thighs shake harder, your pussy clenching around nothing every time her fingers pressed just right against your swollen clit.
Trinity watched all of it with blown pupils and flushed cheeks, completely obsessed with the way your body reacted for her. “You were gonna cum already,” she murmured quietly, almost sounding impressed now. “Just from grinding all over my thigh like a needy little thing.”
You nodded weakly before you could stop yourself, another pathetic moan slipping from your mouth while Trinity smiled instantly at the reaction.
Then she kissed you quickly, messy and deep enough to make your head spin before pulling back just enough to whisper against your lips again. “Cum on my fingers,” she murmured softly. “Wanna feel this pussy make a mess for me.”
The second Trinity told you to cum on her fingers, you thought she was going to keep teasing your clit the same slow way she had been. Instead, without warning, she pushed two slick fingers deep into your pussy in one smooth thrust that knocked the breath completely from your lungs.
A sharp cry escaped your mouth instantly, your entire body jolting hard above her lap while her thumb replaced her fingers against your clit at the exact same moment.
“Fuck— Trinity—” you gasped brokenly, thighs trembling violently around her hips while she groaned softly beneath you at the feeling of your cunt tightening around her fingers immediately. You were so wet already that her fingers slid in easily, slick sounds filling the cramped warmth of the car every time she moved her hand.
Trinity actually felt dizzy from it for a second. From you. From the heat of your body in her lap, the sweat gathering faintly at the back of your neck beneath her hoodie, the way your hair stuck messily against your flushed cheeks while you moaned for her like you physically couldn’t help it anymore.
She thought you looked fucking beautiful like this. Completely ruined already, spread open above her lap with your pussy swollen and clenching desperately around her fingers while rain hammered against the fogged windows around you both.
“Jesus Christ,” Trinity whispered breathlessly, staring between your legs while she slowly curled her fingers upward inside you. The movement made your mouth fall open against a broken moan immediately, hips jerking sharply while your hands grabbed desperately at her shoulders for balance.
“There,” Trinity murmured softly the second she felt the reaction. “That’s the spot, huh?” She curled her fingers deeper again deliberately, dragging against that sensitive place inside you while her thumb kept rubbing tight wet circles over your clit at the same steady pace.
Your entire body shook harder every time she did it, thighs trembling around her waist while helpless little sounds spilled from your mouth nonstop now.
Trinity couldn’t stop watching you. Your breasts rising and falling rapidly beneath the hoodie pushed halfway over your chest, sweat making your skin glow softly beneath the dim dashboard lights, lips swollen red from kissing her so desperately moments earlier. And fuck, the noises you were making.
Every tiny whimper or gasp went straight between Trinity’s legs harder than she wanted to admit. She was getting embarrassingly turned on just from watching you fall apart on top of her, soaked panties clinging uncomfortably between her own thighs while she fingered you harder.
“Pretty fucking thing,” she muttered under her breath while thrusting her fingers deeper into your dripping pussy. “Look at you squeezing me.”
You could barely think anymore.
The wet slide of Trinity’s fingers inside you mixed with the relentless pressure of her thumb on your clit had your entire body burning with pleasure so intense it almost hurt.
Your forehead dropped briefly against hers while soft moans kept spilling from your mouth uncontrollably, every thrust of her fingers making your hips twitch harder above her lap.
Trinity fingered you exactly the way she kissed — messy, confident, completely consuming. Her rings pressed cool against your soaked skin while her fingers pumped deep into your pussy at a pace that left slick sounds echoing embarrassingly through the car.
Every now and then she’d curl them just right inside you again, dragging against that sensitive spot until your thighs nearly snapped shut around her hand. “Fuck, fuck—” you whimpered breathlessly, nails digging lightly into the fabric of her hoodie while your body shook harder.
Trinity leaned upward immediately to kiss you again, sloppy and desperate this time, swallowing your moans directly against her mouth while her fingers never slowed down between your legs. Your tongues brushed messily together while she fingered you deeper, wetter, her breathing just as uneven now against your lips.
“That’s it,” she whispered against your mouth between kisses. “Take my fingers, baby. You’re doing so fucking good for me.”
Trinity’s thoughts had gone almost entirely filthy by now.
All she could think about was how perfect you looked straddling her lap with your pussy spread open for her fingers, soaking her hand while you moaned helplessly into her mouth. She wanted to keep you here for hours. Wanted to feel you cum over and over against her fingers until you physically couldn’t move anymore.
The sight of your swollen clit twitching beneath her thumb every time she rubbed harder nearly drove her insane. “You’re so fucking wet,” she muttered quietly while pulling back just enough to look at you again. “Hear how messy this pussy gets for me?”
The slick sounds between your thighs only grew louder when she sped her fingers up slightly, pumping them into you harder while her thumb never stopped those tight circles against your clit. Your back arched instantly, chest pressing fully against hers while a louder cry escaped your mouth.
“Trinity, I’m serious—” you gasped shakily. “M’so close.” Trinity groaned softly at the words, forehead dropping briefly against yours while her fingers curled deep inside you again. “Yeah?” she whispered roughly. “Then fucking cum for me.”
The second Trinity told you to cum for her, something inside you snapped completely. Your hips stuttered hard above her lap while another broken moan spilled from your mouth, thighs shaking violently around her waist as pleasure crashed through your body all at once.
Trinity kept her fingers buried deep inside your pussy through it, curling them perfectly while her thumb rubbed relentless circles against your swollen clit until your entire body trembled against her. “That’s it,” she murmured breathlessly, watching your face with dark blown pupils while you came apart above her lap.
“Fuck, baby… there you go.” Your head fell forward against her shoulder while soft desperate noises escaped your throat uncontrollably, your pussy clenching tightly around her fingers over and over while wetness coated her hand completely.
Trinity groaned quietly beneath you at the feeling alone, one arm wrapping tighter around your waist to hold you steady while your body shook through every wave of your orgasm.
The car felt unbearably warm now, windows completely fogged while rain battered steadily outside and the smell of sex and sweat clung thickly to the cramped air around you both.
Trinity thought you looked fucking gorgeous like this — flushed cheeks, messy hair sticking damply against your skin, lips swollen and parted while you trembled in her lap from cumming all over her fingers.
“Good girl,” Trinity whispered softly once your shaking started easing slightly, though her voice still sounded wrecked too. She slowly pulled her fingers out of your pussy then, slick glistening heavily against her hand while your thighs twitched instinctively at the loss.
Before you could even properly process what she was doing, Trinity brought her fingers straight to her mouth. Your breath caught instantly.
Then she sucked them clean.
A quiet filthy groan escaped Trinity’s throat the second her tongue wrapped around her fingers, eyes fluttering briefly shut while she tasted you properly.
The sight alone nearly made your stomach twist all over again. Her lips stayed wrapped around her fingers while she sucked every bit of slickness from them slowly, deliberately, like she wanted you watching every second of it.
“Fuck,” Trinity muttered softly once she finally pulled them from her mouth, eyes dark and completely fixed on you again. “Taste so good.” Heat flooded your face so quickly it almost hurt.
A shy embarrassed sound slipped from your throat before you could stop it, your body instinctively trying to curl inward despite still being sprawled across her lap.
You ducked your head immediately toward her shoulder like hiding there would somehow save you from the intense look she was giving you now.
Trinity laughed softly under her breath at the reaction, not mean this time — almost fond. “Hey,” she murmured gently while one hand slid up your back soothingly. “Don’t get shy on me now.”
You groaned quietly into her neck, face burning hotter when you felt Trinity grin against your hair. “You can’t just do that,” you mumbled weakly. Trinity tilted her head slightly, clearly amused.
“Do what?”
“That.”
“Baby, you’re gonna have to be more specific.” You made another embarrassed noise while hiding your face further into her shoulder, which only made Trinity laugh again, warm and low against your skin.
Her fingers slid into your damp hair carefully, brushing it back from your face while she looked up at you with obvious affection mixed beneath all the lingering desire still darkening her expression. “You’re cute when you get embarrassed,” she teased softly. “Especially after making a mess all over my hand five seconds ago.”
“Trinity,” you whined immediately. “What?” she grinned shamelessly. “You did.”
Another mortified sound left your throat while Trinity just pulled you closer against her chest, kissing the side of your flushed face affectionately while rain continued tapping softly against the roof above the parked car.
Your breathing still hadn’t fully settled when you lifted your head from Trinity’s shoulder again, cheeks warm and skin damp beneath the oversized hoodie hanging half off your body.
Trinity looked devastating underneath you like this — curls messy from your hands tugging through them, lips swollen pink from kissing, flushed skin disappearing beneath the collar of her hoodie while her chest rose and fell unevenly beneath you.
The sight alone made something soft twist painfully in your chest beneath all the lingering heat still buzzing through your body. Without really thinking about it, you leaned down again and pressed your mouth slowly against the side of her neck. Trinity inhaled quietly the second your lips touched her skin.
You kissed lower carefully, lingering longer this time while your hands slid beneath her hoodie to feel the warmth of her waist beneath your palms. Then your teeth caught gently against her neck, sucking another small mark onto already flushed skin while Trinity let out a low breath through her nose above you.
“Baby,” she murmured softly, fingers tightening briefly against your thigh while you kissed another mark beneath her jaw.
Your hands kept roaming lower instinctively, palms sliding across her stomach while your hips shifted faintly in her lap again like your body still hadn’t fully come down from the high she’d given you.
Before you could move further though, Trinity caught your wrists gently.
The movement surprised you enough that you immediately pulled back slightly to look at her. Trinity’s expression softened the second she saw your face, her grip on your hands staying careful and loose against your skin.
“Hey,” she murmured quietly. “You don’t need to think about me right now.” You blinked at her for a second, still slightly dazed from your orgasm while your brain tried catching up to what she meant.
“But—”
“No buts.” Trinity smiled faintly, thumbs brushing softly over your wrists while rain continued drumming steadily outside the car. “You’re exhausted.”
The words made you pause. You hadn’t even realised how tired your body actually felt until she said it out loud. Between the shift, the late drive, and the intensity of everything that had just happened, your limbs suddenly felt heavy in a way that settled deep into your bones.
But still, instinct made disappointment flicker immediately across your face anyway. Your mouth pulled into a small pout before you could stop it, hands relaxing weakly in Trinity’s grip while embarrassment curled quietly in your stomach.
Every person before Trinity had expected something back eventually. Expected you to keep going no matter how tired you felt as long as they were still turned on. The idea of someone stopping you instead felt unfamiliar enough to make your chest ache strangely.
Trinity noticed the shift in your expression almost instantly.
Her face softened completely.
“Oh, baby,” she murmured quietly.
Before you could look away, Trinity leaned up and kissed you softly. Completely different from the desperate messy kisses from earlier. Slow. Warm. Careful enough that your chest tightened painfully beneath it.
Her lips lingered against yours for several quiet seconds while one hand slid up to cup your jaw gently, thumb brushing across your flushed cheek.
“Don’t do that,” she whispered softly once she pulled back slightly. “Don’t look at me like I rejected you.”
Your eyes dropped immediately toward her chest while heat crept back into your face again. “Sorry,” you mumbled quietly.
Trinity frowned at that instantly, fingers tightening lightly beneath your chin until you looked at her again. “Hey,” she repeated softly. “You never have to apologise for wanting me.”
The sincerity in her voice made your stomach twist harder than anything filthy she’d said all night. Trinity brushed your hair back carefully before continuing quieter this time, her forehead resting briefly against yours. “I just know you,” she murmured. “And I know you’re exhausted right now even if you’re pretending you’re not.”
You stayed quiet because she was right.
Trinity smiled faintly at your silence before kissing the corner of your mouth again. “You can take care of me later,” she teased gently, enough playful warmth returning to her tone that it made your lips twitch slightly despite yourself.
“When we’re home. Alone. Not folded into the world’s smallest fucking car.” A soft laugh escaped you finally while Trinity grinned at the sound immediately, clearly relieved you weren’t upset anymore.
“Plus,” she added lightly, fingers sliding soothingly up and down your spine beneath the hoodie, “if you keep trying to climb all over me in this seat we’re actually gonna break something.”
You laughed properly then, forehead dropping against her shoulder again while Trinity wrapped both arms securely around you and held you close beneath the steady sound of rain outside the fogged windows.
𖹭.ᐟ Baran who is a cold, clinical domme that gets extremely wet from complete control, blindfolding you and tying your wrists before she spends hours teasing your exposed pussy with ice cubes and her tongue. She edges your swollen clit with perfect, slow circles until your cunt is drooling and clenching around nothing, then finally lets you cum only to keep rubbing your oversensitive clit straight into painful overstimulation. The way your pussy twitches and gushes under her precise touch makes her own cunt throb and soak through her lace panties — she stays perfectly composed while describing how pathetically wet and greedy your hole is, getting off on watching you break.
𖹭.ᐟ Baran who loves medical roleplay, wearing her white coat while she spreads your legs wide and examines your dripping cunt with her long fingers and mouth. She fucks you slowly with her strap, burying every inch inside your tight, fluttering pussy while making you call her “Doctor.” Feeling how your walls squeeze and cream around her cock, hearing the obscene wet sounds every time she thrusts, makes her clit pulse hard. She stays soaked and aching as she studies every reaction, pushing you through orgasm after orgasm until your pussy is swollen and leaking all over the sheets.
𖹭.ᐟ Baran who gets off on psychological dominance and overstimulation, restraining you completely so she can finger your soaked cunt for as long as she wants. She curls her fingers against your g-spot while her thumb works your clit, forcing you to cum again and again until you’re shaking and crying. The sight of your puffy, glistening pussy clenching desperately around her fingers makes her own cunt drip with arousal — she loves staying calm and in control while she ruins you, her own wetness sliding down her thighs as she milks every last drop from your trembling body.
𖹭.ᐟ Baran who maintains absolute control even at home. She’ll have you naked and collared on your knees in the living room while she sits fully dressed on the couch, reviewing patient charts. She casually fingers your dripping cunt with two long, precise fingers, never breaking eye contact with her paperwork. Every time you get close she stops, forcing you to edge for hours until your thighs shake and your pussy leaks onto the floor. Only when she’s satisfied with your desperation does she allow you to cum, calmly telling you how beautifully pathetic your greedy hole looks clenching around nothing.
𖹭.ᐟ Baran who loves risky public teasing during hospital events. At a formal gala, she’ll pull you into a dimly lit hallway, push you against the wall, and slide her hand under your dress. She fingers you slowly and methodically while guests mingle nearby, her voice low and clinical as she whispers how soaked and swollen your cunt is. She keeps you right on the edge the entire night, stopping whenever someone walks past, enjoying the way you tremble and fight to stay quiet while her own pussy throbs under her elegant gown.
𖹭.ᐟ Baran who turns your shared bedroom into a personal examination room. She straps you to the bed with medical restraints, legs spread wide in stirrups she had custom-made. Wearing nothing but her white coat and gloves, she spends a long time “examining” your exposed pussy — spreading your lips, circling your clit with a gloved finger, and fucking you deep with a thick medical-grade dildo while she narrates every twitch and gush. The sight of your cunt stretching and creaming around the toy makes her incredibly wet, but her voice stays ice-cold as she forces multiple orgasms out of you.
𖹭.ᐟ Baran who enjoys quiet, controlled public dominance at restaurants. Under the table at an upscale dinner, she’ll have a remote vibrator buried deep in your cunt on the highest setting. While she eats and discusses work calmly, she watches you struggle not to moan, increasing the intensity whenever you try to speak. She loves seeing your thighs press together and your eyes water as you fight off an orgasm in public. When you finally get home she makes you thank her properly by riding her strap until your overstimulated pussy is a dripping, twitching mess.
𖹭.ᐟ Baran who gets intensely aroused by domestic free-use at home. She’ll wake you up by sliding her strap into your still-sleepy cunt from behind, fucking you with slow, deep strokes while keeping one hand firmly over your mouth. No warm-up, no words — just clinical, possessive fucking until you’re soaking the sheets and whimpering. She stays perfectly composed even as her own clit grinds against the harness and her wetness drips down her thighs, getting off on how easily your body submits to her even half-asleep.
𖹭.ᐟ Baran who thrives on semi-public humiliation in the hospital parking garage. After a long shift she’ll pull you into the back seat of her car, blindfold you, and eat your pussy like it’s a clinical procedure — slow, precise, and merciless. She makes you count every orgasm out loud while people walk past the car. The risk of being caught only makes her more ruthless; she’ll keep sucking on your swollen clit and fingering your g-spot until you’re crying and gushing all over her backseat, her own soaked cunt aching with satisfaction at your complete loss of control.
How about Med Student Trinity and Reader but they are from different schools but reside in one dormitory building. They see each other in the study area. Either they try to study together or outshine each other. I really don't care if it's friends to lovers or enemy to lovers.
summary: You and Trinity have a close but complicated relationship that often ends up in the bedroom after difficult days. One night, things take a sudden turn and a conflict brings you apart, leaving both of you upset and uncertain. Later, she comes back to you, and you try to work through it together and support her.
length: 2.6k
warnings: Minor spoiler (s2, e12), MDNI, 18+ content, mature content, SH mentioned, aftermath of SH, scars due to SH, fingering, oral, cum eating, hurt/comfort
a/n: Please talk to someone when you think about hurting yourself or if you do it. I struggle with it myself, and I know people who struggle with SH themselves, and it is so, so, so important to talk about it with a trustworthy person. So I beg you to get yourself help.
Masterlist
It always ended up in either her or your own bed, every single time, though both of you had promised each other and yourselves it would never happen again. After every hard day in the ER, after every fight, and after every night out after a good shift. So this night wasn't a new thing for either of you.
„Come on, or do you want Dennis to see you?“ Trinity whispered kind of harshly and quickly pulled you into her room by the waistband of your pants. Her bed was half made, and the curtains above the windows were still closed, like she had not opened them since that morning. Two pairs of shoes lay in front of her bed; the door of one of her closets was not fully closed because of a piece of clothing that stood out, and the picture on the wall was still missing the glass pane.
Closing the door that led to the living room, she pressed you against the hard wood and came near your face. One of her hands pulled up your T-shirt, the one she liked so much, the baby-pink one with the three cats on it. You felt warm fingers brushing over your stomach, reaching behind you and pulling you to her by one of your hips. Trinity's eyes moved between your eyes and your lips while a grin covered her own face. She knew how much you wanted her. She could see it in your eyes. The burning, the lust, and the desire.
„Say it,“ she whispered. „Tell me how much you want me.“
„Santos, just kiss me already,“ you answered impatiently, pulling her near you by two of the belt loops that were attached to the front of her pants.
You could feel the growing heat of her body as she pulled you even closer to herself and let her lips find yours.
As the kiss grew more passionate, the warmth inside you grew stronger and also reached your middle part.
Trinity grabbed you by your hips with more force this time and broke this kiss shortly before mumbling, Jump, into your ear. Her hands landed on your ass, holding you in place while walking over to her bed. After your back had hit the soft mattress, Santos worked on your pants, opening the button and pulling the cotton off your body, eager to finally see your private spots again.
„You look so beautiful, my god,“ she mumbled between her kisses on your now exposed thighs that slowly went up to your middle. Her hands wandered up to your hipbones, playing with your slip.
„Ah, shit, baby, stop teasing,“ you moaned while one of your hands found her hair, the other already tangled up in the sheets beneath you.
„A little needy today, I see,“ the woman chuckled, but eventually pulled the fabric off your core.
Goosebumps covered your sensitive skin, which the doctor between your legs kissed away with her hot lips.
„Trinity,“ you grunted.
She dragged her fingers lightly over your hips, massaging your flesh with her soft hands. She loved being in control like this, knowing exactly how to make you squirm. Leaning in further, she took her time exploring your folds with her tongue, teasing and tasting every inch before finally focusing on your clit. The soft moans escaping your lips only spurred her on, and she reveled in the power she held over you in this moment. Her fingers began to gently probe inside you as she continued her ministrations, curling and pumping in a slow, steady rhythm. „Do you want more, Baby?“ she asked, her breath hot against your damp flesh. Trinity looked up at you through heavy lashes, a smirk playing on her lips as she watched the pleasure contort your face.
„Fuck, yes.“ Your desperate whimpers were music to her ears, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction knowing she was the cause of your pleasure.
„Do you want me to make you cum?“ she asked, her fingers still working their magic inside you. She swirled her tongue around your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you gasp. Your hand tightened in her hair, guiding her movements ever so slightly, but she was always one step ahead. She felt powerful and sexy, a goddess bringing you to the brink of ecstasy. She increased the speed of her fingers, her tongue dancing faster and faster against your sensitive nub. The sound of your moans filled the room, growing louder and more frantic by the second. „Come on, give it to me, sweetheart,“ she whispered, her voice husky with arousal.
Trinity's eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and desire as she watched your reactions, loving the way you squirmed under her touch. „Oh, you're so close, aren't you?“ she taunted, slowing down just enough to make you whine in protest.
„Fuck, Santos, you're the... devil.“ You pressed your eyes together trying not to cum too soon.
That woman loved pushing you to the edge, only to pull back and leave you wanting more. But she wasn't entirely heartless; she wanted you to experience the most exquisite pleasure possible. So, after a few moments of sweet torture, she resumed her relentless assault on your senses. Her fingers curled inside you, massaging that perfect spot she knew would send you seeing stars, while her tongue flicked and circled your clit with steady pressure. The musky scent of your arousal filled her nostrils, making her even more eager to taste your release.
„That's it, baby. Let go for me,“ she urged, her voice barely above a whisper. As you tensed and cried out her name, she sucked even harder, pulling your orgasm from deep within you. She reveled in the feel of your body convulsing around her fingers, your wetness coating her mouth as you came undone. Finally releasing her hold on your thighs, she sat back on her heels, wiping her lips with a satisfied smirk. „You taste so perfect, sweetie,“ she said. Trinity leaned forward, capturing your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, letting you taste yourself on her lips. „Delicious,“ she murmured against your mouth before pulling away to let you catch your breath.
„This was so good,“ you breathed, admiring the way she looked at you.
You were a mess of tangled limbs and shallow breaths, your body still quivering from the intense release she had just given you. She loved that she could do this to you, loved the power she held in these moments. With a wicked glint in her eye, she slid a finger back inside you, feeling your walls clench around her.
„Oh, fuck, Santos,“ you moaned loudly, not expecting her moves.
„But we're not done yet,“ she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
You moaned into her neck, your nails digging into her shoulders as she started moving her finger again, slow and steady. „Do you want to come again, baby?“ she asked, her voice husky and full of promise. She knew you did; she could feel it in the way your body was responding to her touch. She added another finger, curling them both in unison as she picked up the pace.
You followed the rhythm of her fingers by moving your hips to create even more pleasure inside of you, while your moans and mumbling filled the room once again.
Trinity loved the way you gripped her hair, holding her in place as if you couldn't bear the thought of her stopping. She hummed in approval as she felt you start to build towards another orgasm, her own body thrumming with excitement. „That's it, ride my fingers. Come for me,“ she demanded, her words punctuated by sharp nips at your sensitive skin. She watched you closely, memorizing every twitch and gasp as your body succumbed once more. When you finally exploded around her fingers, she couldn't contain the triumphant grin that spread across her face. „So beautiful,“ she breathed, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before withdrawing her hand and licking her fingers clean.
After you came down from your second climax, you slowly came back to your old self, getting your thoughts and feelings back.
„You're going to be the death of me, Snatos.“ You shook your head. After a few moments of calming down, you decided that it was her turn now and turned you around so she lay under you. „Your turn, sweetie.“ You smiled and watched her through your eyelashes before pulling down her pants.
„Maybe it's enough for a night, hm,“ Trinity started, carefully pushing your hands away from her middle and preventing you from getting a look at her thighs.
„No chance, you-“
„I'm serious, baby,“ she now said, her tone more serious than before. She pulled her legs away from your body, but it was too late; you had already noticed the fresh little cuts at her upper thighs.
„Trin-“
The woman in front of you interrupted you. „Don't, I don't wanna hear it,“ her harsh tone was back again. The same tone she had used after you first had discovered the scars on her lower body.
„I thought you had stopped.“ You couldn't understand it; she had promised you she would talk to her therapist and had promised you she had stopped.
„I said stop. I do not want to talk about it.“ Santos stood up, pulling her pants fully over her legs to cover everything up.
„Please talk to me; we went through this before-“
„Don't you get it? I do not want to talk to you about this; this is my problem, not yours,“ she yelled. „Leave,“ Trinity pointed to the door.
„Let's-“
„I said LEAVE.“ Taking your pants into her hands, she shoved you out of the room, throwing your stuff into your arms before closing the door. Her body dropped to the ground, leaning against the closed and locked door as she felt the tears coming into her eyes.
She hated herself for being so harsh with you but couldn't find any other solution but to throw you out. She couldn't stand the thought of you being disappointed with her again, although you had told her over a hundred times that you weren't.
You were met with a confused-looking Dennis in the living room as you quickly got fully dressed again. He stood near the entrance to his room just looking at you.
„What-“
„Don't even ask,“ you threw at him and left the apartment after looking at the closed door of Trinity's room once more.
„Hey Santos? She's gone,“ Whitaker carefully informed his roommate.
„Mhm,“ was the only thing the woman could respond, hating herself for even crying right now.
„I will just leave you alone, ok?“ When Dennis got no response, he shortly hesitated but turned his back to the woman's door and went back into his own room.
After some time, Trinity decided to wash her face with cold water, calming herself down again and washing away the evidence of her breakdown.
What the fuck are you doing? She asked herself while looking at herself in the mirror in her bathroom. She just wanted to help you.
She inhaled the air sharply before shutting the light in the bathroom and returning to her room. The doctor quickly gathered her phone, wallet, and a random jacket before unlocking her door, crossing the living room, and slipping into her pair of black, leather boots.
„Dennis, I'll be back soon,“ she yelled to the man who had pulled his head out of his room to see what was going on.
„Uhm- okay?“ he answered, but Trinity couldn't hear his response because she had already snatched her keys from the dresser in the corridors of their apartment and had left him alone.
Santos didn't know what she wanted at your place; she didn't know what she would say or was supposed to say. God, she didn't even know why she was going to your place, but she did. It was because of this feeling deep in her gut that said it would be the right decision to see you, to try to get things right again.
You opened the door after the fifth ringing of your annoying doorbell. Trinity felt her jaw tighten. This was the moment she had been afraid of: not being able to get the right words, or even any words, out when she arrived at your home.
„Can I come in?“ Her voice betrayed her by breaking at the end, leaving her feeling even more embarrassed than she already was.
„I guess,“
„I didn't want to end the night like this, okay? See, I don't know why I threw you out,“ she paused for a moment, looking down at the ground. „I- I guess I was afraid of your reaction, of what you would say and how you would see me.“
„You know I would never judge you for that, right? You-“ you stopped mid-sentence, shaking your head and taking a deep breath. „I helped you before, so I thought you knew that this,“ you slightly pointed at her lower middle. „Would never change how I see you. I think we both know that what we've been through before means our relationship isn't just sexual, right?“
„I- I don't know.“ Afraid of meeting your gaze, the woman in front of you kept her eyes on the ground.
„Hey, Trinity,“ you carefully moved your fingers under her chin and turned her attention away from the floor of your room and back to yourself. „I won't leave you alone with this, okay?“
„But-“
„No 'but', I will stay with you. I will help you again, just like the last time. If you want, we can go to the therapist together again, or we can just talk alone; whatever you want is fine with me. You just tell me what feels best for you, okay?“
A tear rolled down her cheek, and she quickly brushed it away while nodding. „Okay,“
You pulled her into your chest and wrapped your arms tightly around her body. A sob left her body, which was muffled by your chest.
„Thank you,“ she mumbled against you and closed her eyes, enjoying the contact with you.
„Of course,“ you whispered and pressed a kiss against her forehead. Santos wrapped her arms around you, pulling you even deeper into the hug.
The two of you stood there in silence for a few minutes just hugging each other before Trinity pulled away and wiped her sleeve over her wet face. A little chuckle came from her as she calmed herself down again.
„I swear if you tell anyone about this, it's the last thing you will do,“ she mumbled, a weak smile already covering her face again.
You pulled your hands up in defense. „Wouldn't dream about it, Santos.“ You knew she was back to her old self. The confident and bold Trinity Santos, although you could see in her eyes that she had let down her inner walls that she used to protect herself. You were able to see that she had finally accepted your help, which made you breathe a little easier.
„Good,“ Trinity finally said, crossing her arms like she had not just let herself completely down in your arms, and nodded her head. „I think I will go now,“
„Why don't you stay? I think it's kind of late to go now, isn't it? And I got ripe avocados.“ You grinned and wiggled your eyebrows at the last part of your sentence.
She chuckled and shook her head slightly. „I never thought you would make me stay over just by saying you got ripe avocados.“ She took off her shoes and placed her handbag on your dresser.
You grinned and went into the kitchen to prepare the food.
summary: After a brutal examination week and mental breakdowns, your girlfriend comfort you through it and make sure you feel taken care of in more ways than one.
Extra credits usually mean sitting through boring seminars, but the one where Trinity Santos spoke felt different because she actually made you want to listen. Most of the time, you just used your phone to pass the time when speakers talked, but your eyes never left Trinity’s face for the whole speech during that seminar. “God, she’s so hot,” you whispered to your friend when Trinity started talking about the reality of choosing a medical career. He just laughed, and later that night, he found her profile before pressuring you to follow the account.
The peer pressure made you do it, and it didn’t seem like a busy resident would ever notice a pre-med student, but the notification proved you wrong when you saw that she followed you back. “Just message her because she probably won’t even read it anyway,” he joked while pushing the phone back into your hand. Maybe that peer pressure was the reason you ended up as Trinity’s girlfriend who always sleeps over at her place. Being her girl was one of your justifications for staying the whole week, because it’s exam week and everything feels twice as stressful as usual.
Trinity has a way worse schedule at the hospital, but she still lets you stay in her apartment so she can at least know how you’re doing. Most of the time, you won’t talk to her on the phone if you’re at your own place and you’re not against her idea, since you have a habit of ghosting people during the busiest part of the term. Others would expect her to be too busy for a relationship, yet she actually makes sure to give you at least an hour of her time to help you study once she gets home from her shift.
Her love for you is big enough to give up her limited sleep just to make sure you pass these tests. Studying alone at the library is miserable compared to being here with her, and you feel lucky for the patience she gives you, especially since you know she's not the very patient person in the world. Yet she still tries for you, and that effort always makes you love her more. Every exam you take leaves you exhausted from sleepless nights, and you usually end up crying from overstimulation about everything. The stress just builds up until you finally break down, and Trinity just lets you vent about how much you hate your classes.
She doesn't interrupt you when you sob about something or when you're complaining, because she was once in your position as a student and understands exactly how it feels to be this drained. Having her there comforts you while you hide your face against her neck and let out all the frustration from the week. She just holds you until you stop crying, and you finally start to calm down. Trinity knows that sometimes you need more than just a hug to clear your head, so she always makes sure to help you feel good to help relax.
This has happened plenty of times before, and she always knows exactly when you're too tense to feel better on your own. She pulls you closer against her chest once you’re lying on the bed together, and she starts spooning you from behind. “You did so good today,” she whispered while her hand slid inside your panties to find your soaking cunt. “Look at how wet you are for me,” she teased while her fingers started rubbing your clit in a steady circle. You leaned your head back against her and let out a soft breath. “Mmm, Trinity-” you whimpered while your hips bucked against her palm.
She just grunted and kept the pressure steady until you were gasping for air. “I’ve got you,” she muttered before she pushed two fingers deep inside you. “Mffh, g-god,” you moaned as your walls squeezed around her hand and the overstimulation finally turned into something that felt good. Trinity doesn’t even care that you’re still wearing your shirt and bra while she keeps her hand busy inside your shorts. She moves her mouth to the sensitive skin behind your ear and starts to whisper praises against your neck. “You’re so smart,” she murmured while her fingers pushed deeper into your soaking cunt.
“You don’t have to worry about the results because you did the work,” she breathed while her other hand gripped your waist to keep you close. You tried to turn your head to look at her, but you still felt incredibly anxious. “But what if I failed?” you whimpered while you felt your voice crack. Trinity bit your earlobe and shushed you before you could worry any more about your grades. “You’re going to pass it,” she whispered while she used the heel of her hand to rub over your clit. “Even if you don’t, then you can just retake it next term,” she added, and she increased the speed of her fingers.
You let out a shaky breath and shook your head against the pillow, as if hearing it didn’t comfort you a little bit. “That doesn’t make it feel any better,” you whimpered while your legs started to shake. She didn’t say anything else and just continued thrusting your fingers inside to make you stop about thinking about your exams anymore. “A-ahh- please…” You moaned as she buried her face in your hair. Trinity moves her hand from your waist to sneak it under your shirt while she continues to work her other hand between your legs.
She gives your breast a firm squeeze before she pulls down one cup of your bra to let your tit out. “You’re going to be such a good doctor,” she whispered while she used her thumb and forefinger to pinch your nipple. You gasped at the sudden sensation and tried to find your breath while her fingers kept moving inside you. “My smart and beautiful wife,” she teased against your ear as she watched you react to what she just called you. The sound of the endearment made you clench her fingers tightly, and she let out a smug chuckle because she knew she had you.
“N-No- not your wife,” you whimpered while your walls squeezing made it obvious that you like being called by it. She didn’t stop her pace and kept thrusting her fingers deep into your soaking cunt so you could keep feeling every movement. “Yet,” she muttered while she increased the pressure against your clit. “Not my wife yet,” she added as she pushed her fingers deeper and made sure you couldn’t focus on anything but her hands. “Nghh- stop teasing-” you moaned, and you felt the heel of her hand press against your clit as she continued to thrust into you.
Trinity keeps playing with your tit while she continues to work her hand between your legs to keep you wet. You can’t help but want her to do more as the heat builds inside you. “I want more,” you whimpered while you arched your back against her chest. She let out a low chuckle and leaned in to tease your ear with her lips. “Oh? My wife wants more?” she asked as she suddenly pulled her hands away from your body. You felt your soaking wet panties stick to your cunt, and you let out a frustrated sound because what she did is not what you want.
“Aww, look at how embarrassed you are now,” she joked after she sat up on the bed and stopped spooning you. You sat up as well and looked at her with a pout while you tried to fix your messy shirt and shorts. Trinity just leaned forward to kiss your lips, but she pulled back just as quickly to tease you again. “You can’t even tell me what you actually want,” she whispered while she looked down at your rumpled clothes. You opened your mouth to argue, but the words never got out because she was right about you being too shy to say it.
“Come on, Trinity…” you groaned as you reached out to grab her arm to pull her back, but she didn’t do anything and just watched you with a smirk. You guide Trinity’s hand back between your legs while you hold onto her arm to show her where you want her. “I need your mouth there,” you whispered, and your face heated up from the blunt request. Trinity just laughed and leaned closer to hover over you. “Where is there?” she teased before she used her free hand to grab the hem of your shirt. “I need you to be more specific than that,” she muttered before she leaned down to kiss your neck.
You tilted your head back to give her more room, but she just kept nipping at your skin like she’s teasing you that her mouth is up there and not down there. Trinity pulled back and started to tug your shirt over your head. “Arms up,” she ordered while she waited for you to comply. You lifted your arms so she could pull the fabric off and toss it onto the floor. “I want your mouth on my cunt,” you whisper while you look at her like you’re just asking for a candy. She let out a low grunt before she smirked at how needy you sounded.
“You’re enjoying this,” you whined out while you felt your wet panties rubbing against you. Trinity watched you for a moment and then finally reached for the waistband of your shorts. You took off your bra the moment Trinity’s fingers touched your waistband, and you just tossed it somewhere across the room. “You’re so beautiful,” she muttered while she stared at your bare tits. She leaned down to kiss your skin before she took one of your nipples into her mouth to suck on it. “Nngh, Trinity,” you moaned while you felt her tongue swirl around the peak.
Her hand started to tug at your waistband, but it was difficult to get them off while you were sitting down. You raised your hips off the mattress to give her space so she could pull your clothes down. “Hurry,” you whispered while you helped her slide the fabric past your thighs. Trinity let out a low grunt as she stopped sucking on your chest to focus on getting your shorts off. “Don’t rush me,” she teased while she took both your shorts and your wet panties off at the same time. She pulled them down together until they were off your ankles. “Oh god, finally,” you gasped while you kicked the clothes away and felt the air against your soaking cunt.
Trinity tried to open your legs, but you scooted back until your back touched the headboard. She moved closer and used her tongue until your mouth opened to her while she fondled your chest. “Nghh-” you moaned when she sucked on your bottom lip, but the kiss didn’t last for a few more seconds. She pulled away and let her lips graze along your jaw to get close to your ear. “I love how much you’re leaking for me,” she whispered while she kept her hand on your tit. Your face heated up from the blunt compliment, and you tried to look away. “That’s not true,” you disagree while she moves her mouth down to your neck.
“It’s very true, and you look so pretty when you’re this wet,” she muttered against your skin. You snatched a handful of her hair to force her to look at you, but she didn’t let go. “What? I’m telling the truth,” she argued while she fought off your grip so she could kiss your shoulder. You tried to push her away because the praise was too much to handle. “You can’t just say stuff like that,” you huffed, and she pinned your wrists down. Trinity just laughed and leaned back in toward your chest. “I definitely can because you’re just embarrassed to hear it,” she teased before she took your nipple back into her mouth to suck it hard.
Trinity let go of your wrists, and you took the chance to glare at her while you bit your lip. “I hate you,” you whispered as you tried to hide how much you wanted her. She just chuckled and lowered her head from your tits to get closer to your stomach. “You’ll forget that you hate me the second I start eating your pussy,” she teased while she grabbed your ankle to keep you from kicking her. Trinity laughed and leaned in to lick your belly while she slid her hand up from your ankle to caress your legs. She kept her lips there for a moment while she was talking about how much she loved your body because she knew you felt insecure about it.
You ran your fingers through her hair while she continued to kiss your skin and work her way lower. She used both of her hands to grip your thighs open and looked up at you with a smirk. “If I were your professor, I would’ve passed you already because your cunt looks so good,” she joked, and it made your face heat up at the embarrassing comparison. You let out a frustrated huff and reached down to shove her shoulder. “I’m going to slap you if you say one more thing like that,” you muttered while you tried to close your legs.
Trinity didn’t let you, and she leaned in to bite your inner thigh. “You’ll be at the top of the class,” she whispered against your skin before she looked back up at you. “Actually, you’ll just be on top of me,” she added before she moved her mouth closer to your soaking cunt. Trinity let her mouth brush against your soaking cunt before she looked up at you. “Bend your legs for me,” she ordered while she slid her hands from your inner thighs down to your ankles. You tried to pull your knees toward your chest, but you couldn't get them close enough while sitting against the headboard.
“I need you wide and open for me,” she muttered before she grabbed your heels herself. She pushed your legs back until your knees were folded against your chest and your pussy was fully exposed to her. “T-Trinity,” you whimpered when you felt the air hit your wet folds. She kept gripping your ankles to make sure you didn't move or try to close your legs again. “Please- I need you,” you moaned out of frustration while you watched her lean closer to your clit. Trinity let out a grunt of approval and used her nose to nudge your labia open.
“So needy,” she whispered before she buried her face in your cunt. You let out a breathy cry and arched your back when she swiped her tongue over your clit. Trinity licked your clit with a flat tongue, and she didn't pull away while you grabbed her hair to pull her closer. “F-fuck- that feels so good,” you moaned as you watched her look up at you. She kept her mouth buried against your pussy, and she let her spit pool out onto your folds to keep everything soaked. You arched your back while she lapped at your pussy sloppily.
“Mmf- hahh, more,” you gasped while she gripped your ankles to keep your legs wide. Trinity didn't respond with words, but she shoved her tongue deep into your hole to show she heard you. You let out a shaky breath when she pulled back just enough to suck on your clit. “Ahhn- oh god, don't stop,” you whispered as your fingers tangled tighter in her hair. She let more spit leak onto your cunt and dripped onto the sheets while she continued what she’s doing. You tried to shove your hips toward her face, but she gripped your legs to keep you in place.
“Nn- shit-” you groaned while she licked up the mess she made before she went back to sucking your clit. She looked up at you through her lashes, and she didn't slow down for a second. You reached down with your free hand and rubbed your clit while Trinity was still sucking on it. “Mmn- fuck, I need more,” you whimpered as your fingers brushed against her lips. Trinity stopped what she was doing and looked up at you with a smirk. “Are you that needy?” she asked while she pulled your hand away from your cunt.
You pouted at her, but she just chuckled and brought your wet fingers to her mouth. “Don't touch yourself unless I tell you to,” she muttered as she licked the juices off your fingertips. She let go of your hand and moved it back to your clit while she held your legs wide. “Fine, rub it while I fuck you with my tongue,” she ordered as she buried her face between your thighs again. You let out a breathy moan and started to circle your clit while she shoved her tongue inside your hole. “You look so pretty- god,” you gasped while you felt her tongue move deep in and out of you.
She kept her eyes on yours while she worked, and the squelch of her tongue filled the room. “Mmh- l-love you-” you whimpered while your free hand rubbed your clit in a messy circle. Trinity let out a grunt against you and shoved her tongue faster into your cunt. “Nngh- oh god, your tongue is so good,” you gasped as you moved your hips to match her pace. She kept her tongue inside your hole while she looked up at you, and the sloppy sounds of her mouth got louder. Your head dropped back while you desperately tried to grind against her face for more.
Trinity chuckled at your needy movements, but she finally pulled her face away from your dripping pussy. “Mmf- why did you stop?” you complained with a pout while your hand slowed down on rubbing your clit. Trinity rose to her knees between your bent legs, and she gripped your knees to keep them open. “Show me how much you love it,” she muttered as she shoved two fingers deep inside you. You let out a confused moan at the sudden change, but you quickly arched your back against the bed. She leaned over you to capture your lips in a wet kiss while she pumped her fingers in and out.
You let go of your clit and tangled both hands in her hair to pull her closer. Trinity sucked on your tongue while her fingers pumped inside your cunt. “Mmn- mmf,” you whimpered as you tried to push your tongue back against hers. She pulled away for a second and looked at your face while you caught your breath. “Don't be shy, as if this is our first time,” she teased while she kept her fingers moving deep in your hole. You let out a needy whine and grabbed the back of her neck to pull her into another kiss.
She caught your bottom lip between her teeth and sucked on it before she shoved her tongue back into your mouth. Your tongues flicked and pushed against each other to fight for dominance while the wet sounds of the kiss filled the room. “Hngh- hah-,” you gasped into the kiss while she thrust her fingers inside of you faster. You tried to keep up with her when she led the kiss, and your pussy tightened around her fingers. You arched your back as the feeling grew more overwhelming, and you gripped her hair tighter.
Trinity pulled back again just enough to break the kiss and her forehead pressing against yours. “Mmn- I-I feel like I’m close,” you whispered while your eyes were closed and your breath hitched. She let out a grunt and didn't stop her fingers' movement. “Yeah? Are you going to cum on my fingers?” she asked the moment she leaned back so she could watch your face. You nodded needily against her and let out a soft sob. “Uh-huh- please- let me,” you pleaded as you felt your walls start to pulse around her fingers.
“Mmm,” Trinity hummed in satisfaction while her fingers continued to work inside you. “Open your eyes and look at me, then ask again,” she ordered while she straightened her back to watch your face. You forced your eyes open as your breath came in short gasps and your fingers gripped the sheets. “P-please- can I cum? Trinity- please let me,” you pleaded while you felt your walls tightening around her hand. “Go on then, do it for me, baby,” Trinity whispered while she thrust her fingers faster into your cunt. Her thumb continues to rub your clit in circles, and she uses her free hand to reach up for your tit.
“Hngh- ahh- fuck- it feels so good,” you moaned while she rolled your nipple between her fingers. You arched your back and tried to keep your eyes on hers while the friction between your legs became too much to handle. “I love you- Trinity- I love you so much,” you sobbed while you felt the pressure building behind your stomach. Trinity let out a soft grunt, and she didn’t look away from your blown pupils. “I know, baby, I love you too,” she murmured while she kept her fingers moving deep inside you. You let out a long, breathy sound before you finally came all over her hand, and your pussy soaked her fingers.
Trinity kept her fingers moving inside your cunt while you finished coming. “Hngh- mo more,” you whined as your cum gushed out and formed a visible ring around her knuckles. She watched it coat her skin, but her fingers didn’t slow. “I know, baby,” she responded while she looked at your messy pussy. You let out a shaky breath and tried to push her hand away weakly. The wet sounds from her fingers thrusting grew louder while your cum dripped onto the sheets. You pouted at her and tried to close your legs to hide yourself.
“Don't do that,” Trinity said while she used her strength to shove your thighs wide open again. She watched your pussy lips pulse around her fingers for a few seconds before she finally slid them out of your hole. “N-no- please- I'm too sensitive,” you whimpered as you felt the cold air against your wet skin. She leaned down between your legs and looked at the cum smeared all over your folds. You tried to shift away, but she gripped your hips to keep you in place. “I'm just going to clean it up,” Trinity murmured while she pressed her face against your inner thigh.
You let out a thin whine and gripped her hair as her tongue lapped at your clit. She licked the cum off your skin and sucked on your sensitive clit until the mess was gone. “Mmm- oh god- it's too much,” you gasped while she cleaned every inch of your pussy with flat tongue. She kept her tongue moving over your folds until she licked up every drop of your cum. Trinity pulled away and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand while she watched your legs shake. Trinity sat up and guided her wet fingers toward your mouth.
“Clean them for me,” she murmured while she watched you take her index and middle fingers into your mouth. You sucked them clean of your cum while your breath began to even out. She pulled them away once they were dry, and she wiped her hand on her shirt. “What do you need? Some water? Do you want me to get a towel and clean you up now?” she asked while she looked at your thighs. You let out a small hum and looked away as if you were thinking about her offer. “Can I have something sweet? Like a candy?” you asked while you looked back at her.
Trinity let out a short chuckle, and she shook her head while she reached for the nightstand. “Why are you laughing?” you questioned as you watched her hand move toward the drawer. “Nothing,” she responded while she pulled the drawer open to look for your treat. You realized in that moment that she always did this after sex, and it felt like a reward system she had built for you. Your face starts to warm up because it almost feels like a star from a teacher because you did something good, and you were actually looking forward to getting it every time you two fuck.
She pulled a small candy out, and she sat back against the headboard beside you. “Here you go,” Trinity said while she handed it to you. You bring it into your mouth the moment you unwrap it, and she reached out to pull you down. She guided your head until you were lying on her lap, and her hand settled on your shoulder. “You totally do this on purpose with the candy,” you mumbled while you sucked on the candy and looked up at her. “I don't know what you're talking about,” she replied while she ran her thumb over your cheek.
“Mmn, you eat me so good that I’m going to make you the best sandwich for your shift tomorrow,” you joked while you sucked the candy in your mouth. Trinity let out a breathy laugh, and her hand came up to brush a stray hair from your forehead. “You’re such a sweet girl for that,” she whispered while she looked down at you with a soft expression. You smiled back at her and felt the sweetness from the treat coat your tongue. She ran her thumb over your bottom lip while she watched your mouth move while eating the candy. Your legs were still a little shaky from the orgasm, but you felt comfortable in her lap.
“I’m not even joking about it,” you added before you lick her thumb teasingly. She let you lick her thumb for a moment until you don’t feel like it anymore before she moves it away to caress your shoulder. “I’ll buy those fruits you like or maybe some flowers on my way home too,” you promised while you watched her face. A bit of redness spread across her cheeks, and she looked away toward the far wall. She reached down to pinch your cheek with her free hand as if she was trying to hide her reaction. You let out a quiet giggle and pulled her hand, which she used to pinch your cheek, close to your lips to kiss her palm.
“Stop it, you’re being too much,” Trinity muttered while she tried to sound annoyed, but failing miserably. You just shook your head and leaned your face into her touch before you heard her let out a quiet sigh. “I’m serious, Trinity, I want to do it,” you insisted while you looked up into her eyes, and you felt her fingers playing with the skin at your neck. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead while she pulled you closer against her chest. “I think I could get used to you taking care of me like this,” she whispered while her eyes lingered on yours.
"Just breathe" Baran whispered to your ear as she kisses your nape. You feel every vein and every inch of the new toy that she got for you that was just delivered earlier.
"S'big", you whispered with a sigh as your forehead rest on the wall, fingernails gripping every rough edge it can hang on in the tiles. Knees are close to buckling, while one of Baran's hand encircled around your waist to carry your weight.
"You're doing so so good for me... just a little bit more" Baran said every word, pushing more of the remaining inches of the strap.
You almost cummed with the way it hit that spot inside you. Whimpers of begging and slow downs were heard desperately, but Baran knows. Baran knows you need it, you can do it, and you can take it. So she pushed in until you can feel her pubic bone hitting your ass.
"Fuck... such a good girl, aren't we?" Baran whispered, you can see the smile in her voice as she slowly massage your clit with her free hand. Baran can feel you grinding slowly, rocking back as your head rest on her shoulders. She kisses your jaw that was open and sucked a few marks that was licked off as a compensation.
As Baran feels you relax, she slowly pulls out a few inch and pushed back with harder force, making you whimper. The nails that were on the tiles are now gripping her arm.
"Pl...please.. B... please" you whispered like a bitch in heat. Baran chuckled with the pleading you're making, fueling her inner desire to just edge you until you're crying.
So Baran did what you needed, she pulls out more inches just to push it back deeper and harder. "Is this what you want? Hmm?" She pulls away to grip the back of your hair and bend you down.
With the new position, you can't grip any shit, you're only standing because Baran's gripping your hair and holding your waist. You feel pathetic with the way you are bent down and plowed from behind.
Baran pulled out as she feels you clamping down and her having a hard time to pull out. "Fuck" you said like she cursed your entire bloodline.
"Bed, now. On fours, I want you bent" Baran stated. It was not a question nor a suggestion. You quickly obliged, almost falling flat on your face as your knee buckled when she pulled away.
As your elbow hit the pillows, you lay your head flatly and angled your back so your ass was hanging like the sun in front of Baran.
She holds the base of the strap and played your clit with the tip. "I hope you can see how creamy you are right now, and you haven't even cummed yet." Baran stated with a smirk on her face, loves the way she can make you this wet and this desperate.
"Please, I can take it.. I can take it" you plead, which was music to Baran's ears. She replied with a chuckle "Oh, so now you can take it?"
You whined, Baran can hear how shaky your voice went, and it's the kind of shaky when you're about to cry.
"No.. I.. I please.. I can take it" you plead, if you weren't on your knees now, you wouldn't know how to show her you can take it. So you slowly wiggled you ass, grinding on the strap in between her legs.
Baran smirked and chuckled. You hear the rustling of the bed and her foot steps on the floor, it ignited you to look back. "Wha— what are you doing?" You said with a frustrated voice watching Baran putting on her scrubs.
"I took a night shift today" Baran answered as she gets her jacket and wear it, adjusting it to fit her perfectly. So you lay in bed and gather the blanket to cover yourself, "What? We just got home from our shift!" You exclaimed.
"Yes, we were. And I thought I can squeeze this activity in between, but you whined and whined" Baran said looking in the mirror and tying her hair half up.
"That's not fair!" You snarled as Baran walked your way, she smiled and sat on the end of the bed, finding your ankle and massaged it, "Shen asked if I can teach him the slash tracheostomy thing. I'll be back after."
"Doesn't he have a YouTube account?" You said pulling your ankle away, but Baran caught it just in time ang chuckled. Before she can speak you added "Plus, he wants you there because he's just gonna flirt with you."
Baran's eyebrow went up with the comment and said "Isn't he gay?" For a moment you were also stunned with her reply. "I.. I don't.. is he?" You said trying to remember every interaction you had with the doctor.
Baran chuckled as she watched you wondering, "Don't worry, I'll keep it fast and clean, I'll be back in no time. Baran pulled you in for a kiss "Wait for me, okay?"
You nodded with a pout "Be quick." You said as you pulled Baran close and kissed her again.
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A/N: thoughts? First time in a long time. Made this for myself since I need a Baran fic. Any more ideas? Also just hmu if I made a mistake.
( ⾕ ) warnings && summary :: trinity and baran had a really bad day at work ✶ nsfw / double penetration (r) / mean domtop!trinity / subbottom!r / soft domtop!baran / slut shaming / deepthroat / dacryphilia / garcia mentioned / things fucking / choking && slapping && biting / hair pulling / rough sex ✶ wc:: 1,2k
✉️ kinda inspired by this post
the air becomes thick and sticky, enveloping your skin. a bead of sweat trickles down your neck, adorned with a diamond necklace, slowly rolling toward the hollow between your breasts. the faint sound of shifting things fills the air around you. baran speaks softly, trinity speaks more harshly, their contrast sending shivers down your spine. placing your palms on the soft mattress, you lean forward until your back arches and you're on all fours, allowing the short fabric of your lace nightgown to reveal see—through panties with a cute bow along with the warm skin of your ass.
"see how much she wants to please us, santos? such a good girl," baran speaks first, and no matter how sweet her words are, they're completely saturated with sarcasm and cruelty you've memorized after countless nights spent together.
trinity grinned, adjusting the thick black strap on her hips that peeked out from under the red fabric of her boxers, which she hadn't bothered to take off. the toy fit perfectly in her hand as she tilted her head and spat directly on the tip, sloppily smearing the sticky fluid all over its thick length with her fingers. "more like a whore. look at her, she just wants cock. better two, hm?"
another rough laugh sent a jolt straight to your dripping pussy, so you had to bite your lip to keep from whining and fueling the fire in trinity's eyes even more.
she took a few long strides toward the bed, placing one knee next to your hands, her cock now dangling inches from your face, and god, you really wanted to touch it.
"you're not wrong. she does loves cock… and a lot of it," al—hashimi smiled softly, contrasting with the weight of the brown strap between her thighs. nine inches. she was bigger than trinity, but not so thick. you loved the difference but when santos was in a terrible mood, ready to rip your throat with her girth, you swallowed.
the mattress behind you sags as baran climbed onto the bed, her hands immediately landing on your hips, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh before leaving a painful slap that pushed your body forward, right towards trinity's cock. she grabbed your face with one hand, forcing you to focus on her face instead of the eight inches dangling dangerously close to your head.
"come on, doll, i've had too much of a fucked up day. just suck this dick like a good slut, mmm?" she talks to you like you're a little girl, lecturing you until she lets go of your chin, grabbing the base of the strap and slapping your cheek a few times, staining it with her spit, still smeared along its length. trinity does it sloppily, not roughly yet, but then her tip touches your lips, circling them a couple of times before she pushes inside, giving you a few seconds to adjust. your lips part wide around her, your jaw tenses, but neither of you cares.
"you okay?" her gaze softens for a few seconds.
instead of answering, you lean forward, swallowing more of her cock and moaning, muffled. that was all she needed to gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail and begin thrusting into your mouth, slowly at first, gradually picking up speed and roughness.
"you sound so beautiful stuffed with dick," baran finally speaks up again, grabbing the edges of your panties and pulling them down to your knees. a moment later, you feel cool liquid dripping onto your pussy, and the faint scent of strawberries wafts through the bedroom. al—hashimi hums approvingly, grasping her cock and running the blunt head over your folds, collecting precum and teasing your clit.
her lululemon jacket tickles your skin as she pushes forward, warming her cock between your thighs, allowing you to feel every vein along its length.
"mm—mmph…!" the stimulation on your clit is so sweet and intense, moans begin to build in your chest, crashing against the head of trinity's cock, hitting the back of your throat with every responding thrust of her hips.
baran bites her bottom lip, enjoying the way your pussy clenches around nothing as her strap fucks your thighs, making them even stickier and messier.
trinity notices how your back arches under baran's touch, grinning and whispering under her breath about what a slut you are and how pathetic you look.
"i bet you couldn't last a day without being filled, huh?" around that same moment, al—hashimi sighs, grabs the base of her cock, and slaps your pussy a few times, mirroring santos's actions earlier, causing you to whine on the other cock. "come on, baby, show some respect," she pushes forward smoothly, filling you in one slow motion until her tip presses against your cervix. your lips part around trinity, releasing her from your mouth, and your head falls forward as baran grips your waist tightly, picking up the pace fast enough to make your head spin.
her hips begin to slap against your ass with each thrust and you can hear her breathing become slightly ragged and shallow, her nails digging into your skin. and the fact that your forehead is now pressed to the sheets, with only loud, dirty moans escaping your lips, doesn't sit well with trinity.
"the fuck" her hand now grips your neck, tight enough to make your eyes flutter shut as you try to look at her. your mouth opened in a greedy attempt to either gulp air or reach her cock, but it looked so pathetic with how roughly al—hashimi was now fucking you, mixing your insides into mush.
"not so hungry for dick anymore, huh?" santos grabs your hair with her free hand, pushing back into your sore throat, entering so deeply that she felt every inch beneath her palm that squeezing your neck. you choke on the thickness filling your throat, trying to breathe through your nose. tears of pleasure and humiliation roll down your cheeks, spit begins to drip down your chin, dripping onto trinity's hand.
"you like this, huh—you like being fucked like that?" she chuckles, breathless, because with each thrust her clit rubs against the base of the strap, stimulating her to move more desperately, destroying your throat with her rough movements.
"god, shimi, she's so beautiful when she’s crying." santos looks up at baran, smiling, her hair sticking to her sweaty face. al—hashimi looks back at her with the same smile, pursing her lips before pushing all the way in, stretching you as far as she can, causing you to bite down on trinity's strap and moan loudly in pleasure again.
"i bet you'd love it if we'd brought garcia in here too," she removes her hand from your neck to cup your head with both hands, pushing her hips into your face until your nose brushes her lower abdomen. "you'd be so happy to have one more dick, to have every hole used, ha…"
you gag again when trinity stops completely inside you. you grab her thigh, squeezing it until she finally pulls back, giving you a few seconds to take a half-breath. baran smiles at trinity's idea, leaning forward to enter you at a new angle, deeper and more pleasurable, mixed with the way her teeth sink into the tender flesh above your shoulder blade, creating a pleasant burning sensation.
"yes, you are the perfect stress reliever after all."
Pairing: G!p Gamer Megan Skiendiel x female reader
warnings: dry humping,cum eating, face fucking, tit sucking, squirting,fucking,dirty talk,dumbification, dom megan,tummy bulge, light spanking, pussy eating,gagging on dick,fluff ending
word count:1.7k
a/n: so like yeah!
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You heard the sound of the front door creaking open late into the night, and it snapped you out of your worried pacing on the living room floor. Her eyes locked onto yours immediately, that same look she always had while she played her game was focused on you.
You were turned on by how she looked walking towards you, her heart pounding in your chest so hard that it felt like it was going to explode from your ribcage. Her bag was dropped on the floor before she even looked at you, her lips spreading into a slow, knowing smile that made your legs go weak in the knees.
"Baby, we absolutely crushed it tonight," she said, voice buzzing with adrenaline. "Playing on that stage felt so incredible, I was nervous as hell at first but once the rounds started everything just clicked." She closed the distance and tugged you against her, hands gripping your hips tight.
Your breathing hitched when she did so, her thigh pressing firmly between your legs in a slow, teasing grind. Fireworks went off behind your eyes. Megan’s hands came up your back, bunching your shirt up as she did so, rolling her hips against you again, increasing that delicious friction right there against the entryway wall. You could feel her hardening through her pants making youclench with desire. “Look at you getting all wet already just from me walking through the door, you missed this bad huh?” she whispered against your ear, sending shivers racing down your spine with her breath alone. You couldn’t find any words, your mind clouding fast as you grabbed her shoulders to keep yourself upright.
She nipped your neck hard, and you gasped at the pain, before yanking your shirt up and off in one swift motion, so you were exposed to the cool air. Then her mouth was on your breast, sucking hard, her tongue dancing over your nipple as her other hand cupped the flesh possessively. You arched back on her hard, a desperate whimper coming out of your mouth. "Megan, please, I need you so much dont tease me please," you breathed.
Megan walked you backward towards your shared bedroom, and she never broke contact,her fingers quickly undoing your pants and shoving them down your legs along with your underwear in the hallway. You tripped once from the dizzy rush, thighs already slick and aching for more, but she caught you easily and kept moving. Inside the room she shoved you onto the mattress, climbing over you with that dark, hungry look that always made your pulse thunder.
"All mine tonight after that win, gonna wreck you so good you forget your own name," she growled, spreading your thighs wide and settling between them. Her head dropped fast, tongue diving straight into your folds, lapping greedily before sucking your clit hard enough to make your hips jerk off the bed.
“Megan! fuck!”
You cried her name loud, fingers knotting in her hair as pleasure rolled through you in heavy waves so you felt like you could drown. She pinned your thighs down firmly, not letting you squirm away from the relentless pressure building fast. Your first orgasm slammed into you sudden and brutal, squirting messily over her tongue and chin while she drank every drop without stopping. "Fuck yes, give it to me baby," she murmured against your soaked skin, licking through the aftershocks until your whole body twitched from overstimulation.
At last, she raised her head, and her lips were shiny with something before standing up to pull down her pants, releasing her cock, which was heavy and leaking with precome in the dim light. Your eyes widened at how hard she was from winning and from touching you. Megan grasped your jaw gently but firmly and turned your head up. "Open your pretty mouth for me, and show me how much you missed sucking me off while I was gone winning," she ordered. You opened your mouth and took her in deep, until the head hit the back of your throat and you gagged on it. She started moving on you, slow at first and then increasing to a steady pace, holding your head steady while she fucked your mouth and you held her thighs hard enough to leave crescents on them. Drool ran down your chin and spilled out of the sides of your mouth, your eyes watering from trying to breathe through the pace, but you sucked hard on her cock anyway, hollowing your cheeks.
"That's it, choke on it like a good girl, look so fucking perfect with my cock down your throat," she groaned, hips snapping sharper. You braced your hands on her thighs once again, gagging louder with each push, the wet, filthy sounds filling the room mixed with her heavy breathing.
Megan pulled out suddenly with a slick pop leaving drool streaming down your chin before, flipping you onto your stomach so your ass arched up naturally for her. She lined up and thrust in deep in one brutal stroke, the sudden fullness making your tummy bulge out visibly under your skin you’d forgotten just how big she fucking was. You moaned brokenly into the sheets barely able to comprehend,since the stretch was burning so good it made stars burst behind your eyelids. Her palm cracked lightly against your asscheek, timed perfectly with each hard pump, turning the sting into pleasure.
"Shit, you're so tight gripping me like this, taking every inch after I came home a champion," she panted, pace speeding up as she fucked you harder into the mattress. The bulge shifted obviously with every deep plunge, a constant filthy reminder of how completely she filled you. Your second orgasm built fast crashing over you with another messy squirt that soaked the bed under you. "Megan, oh god, it's too much, I'm gonna cum again," you whined, voice cracking as overstimulation hit and turned your pleas into slurred nonsense.
“Shhhh take it baby you can take it all” she said as you whined at her words
She didn't let up, flipping you onto your back next and hooking your legs over her shoulders so she could drive even deeper from above. The new angle made the tummy bulge more obvious, her eyes locked on it with raw fascination as she watched herself disappear inside you over and over. Megan bent down to suck your tits again, tongue circling one nipple then the other while her hips snapped relentlessly. Your brain melted completely under the overload, thoughts gone, only able to moan and babble broken begs.
"Please, Megan, I can't think, just keep fucking me, don't stop," you sobbed out between thrusts, voice wrecked and needy. She kissed you messy and deep, swallowing every cry as another orgasm tore through you, squirting hard enough to drench her abs and the sheets. Her hands roamed everywhere, claiming every inch of you in that raw dominant haze.
Megan rolled so you were on top straddling her, guiding your hips down onto her cock again until you were seated fully with a gasp. You braced on her chest, trying to ride but mostly just bouncing helplessly as she thrust up hard to meet you. The bulge reappeared in your lower belly with every slam, her dirty talk pouring out nonstop. "Look at you all dumb and fucked out riding me after my big win, so pretty when you're this drunk on my cock baby," she taunted, one hand rubbing tight circles on your clit.
You could barely process anything anymore, just grinding down desperately while tears of overstimulation slipped down your cheeks. Another squirting release hit you fast, coating her thighs and lap in slick mess. "Yes, keep cumming on me like that, soak everything," she encouraged, voice rough as her own control started fraying. The wet slapping sounds echoed louder, your whimpers turning into high desperate keens.
She maneuvered you onto your side next, spooning tight behind while sliding back inside with a possessive groan that vibrated through your back. One arm banded around your waist, palm pressing down on the bulge as she fucked you steady and deep from behind as you whimpered and whined from the sensations. Her other hand delivered light spanks to your hip, each one making you clench harder around her.
"Cum again for me baby, show me how bad you need my cock filling you up," she murmured right in your ear, lips grazing sensitive skin. The next orgasm ripped through hard, squirting again down your thighs in messy pulses while she powered through without mercy.You were shaking violently, babbling pure nonsense as your mind went blank. She pushed you through three more shattering orgasms before finally coming inside you painting your inner walls white.
Megan's eyes softened instantly after she came, into pure tenderness as she gathered you close against her chest. She kissed your sweaty forehead, fingers combing gently through your tangled hair while your breathing steadied. "You were incredible for me tonight, taking everything I gave after that crazy win," she whispered, voice warm and full of love.
You curled tighter into her. "I love you so much Megan, you have no idea how much I needed this," you murmured back softly, words easy now in the quiet afterglow. She smiled against your hair, holding you even closer like she never wanted to let go.
The room settled into peaceful silence the only sound being your breathing. Megan traced slow soothing circles on your bare back, pressing another gentle kiss to your lips. "I'm so proud of how we played tonight,," she said quietly, her excitement lingering. you were to fucked out to respond and your body ached deliciously everywhere, satisfied down to your bones .
She tugged the blankets higher around you both, making sure you were tucked in snug before relaxing fully beside you. "Sleep now baby, we can rewatch some of the tournament tomorrow,then ill clean ya up" she murmured. You nodded faintly, your eyes fluttering shut “g’night megs love ya”
you thought you heard her say it back but you were to fucking tired to notice.
You woke briefly sometime later to her fingers still stroking your hair absently, like she couldn't stop touching you even in half-sleep. A content sigh left you, pressing a lazy kiss to her collarbone. "Thank you for tonight," you mumbled, barely audible. Megan hummed in response, arm tightening around your waist. "Always baby, anything for you."
synopsis: when sophia laforteza drops her debut single “drivers license”, the media and fans begin to point fingers at yn and a rivalry grows between the two singers.
synopsis: when sophia laforteza drops her debut single “drivers license”, the media and fans begin to point fingers at yn and a rivalry grows between the two singers.
tags: dubcon, overstimulation, pathetic!megan🤤 men and mdni
summary: megan accidentally cums in you, and she realises that she likes the feeling so much she want to do it over and over and over again
word count: 1.7k
she presses her body flush against you, her cock nudging insistently between your thighs, and though you're both covered, you can see the bulge, her precum leaking through her boxers.
“please, baby," megan begs, her breath hot against your neck as she grinds her hips. the heat between your legs intensifies as she rubs against you, her hands slipping under your shirt to caress your bare skin.
you shift slightly, letting out a quiet moan despite yourself, and her fingers trace circles around your nipples, pinching gently before moving lower. she dips her fingers under the waistband of your pajama shorts, sliding them over your hip bones.
“megan,” you warn, though your voice lacks its usual strength. you can't deny that you're not turned on, and megan could tell from the slightly tremor in your voice, moving ahead.
megan's fingers trace lower, skimming the edge of your panties before dipping beneath the fabric. a slow breath escapes as she finds your folds already slick with need.
“y/n, please” she whines, dragging a single finger through your wetness. “look baby, you want it too.”
your hips jerk involuntarily, your body betraying how much you want this despite your resistance. she circles your clit with light pressure, drawing a shaky exhale from you.
“megan, get off,” you whisper, feeling her pressing her body firmly against yours. her cock throbs between your thighs, the heat of it seeping through her boxers and your shorts.
her teeth graze your earlobe as she continues her exploration, her fingers sliding through your slickness with expert control, and each touch sends waves of pleasure through you, making it harder to resist the urge to give in fully.
your breath quickens as megan's fingers work you into a fever pitch, the slickness between your thighs falling down onto the bed. her cock twitches against your body, and you can feel her heart hammering against your back as she holds you close.
the room spins slightly as pleasure coils deep inside you, her touch so skilled it borders on evil in its restraint.
“say yes,” she mewls, nipping at your shoulder as her fingers finally dip inside you, just the tip, teasing.
“megan… shit!” your back arches instinctively, pressing your ass against the hard length trapped between your bodies. a sharp gasp escapes your lips as she thrusts them deep, curling her fingers inside you, already finding the spot that makes your toes curl.
“you can feel how much i want you, baby.. how much i need to be inside you.” her free hand slides up your stomach, fingers tracing along your ribcage before settling on your breast. she pinches your nipple through the fabric of your shirt, the sharp sting sending sparks through your body.
the pressure inside you builds as her fingers slip deeper, your muscles clamping around her as your breathing grows ragged. “not yet…” you manage to make out, sharply inhaling when she stills. “what are you doing?”
“say yes.” megan pouts, “and i'll continue.”
“ugh.. fuck.” you roll your eyes, moving your hips so that her fingers hit so deep you feel your orgasm approaching. “okay! just… don't stop.”
megan lets out a groan against your neck, her body shuddering with satisfaction at your submission.
“fuck yes,” she sighs dreamily, her fingers working faster now, pressing deeper as your walls clench around her.
her other hand grips your hip, holding you in place as she pistons her fingers in and out of you, her palm grinding against your clit. you roll your head back against megan, feeling her cock twitch against your ass again. you can feel it, hard, desperate for you. and you want it.
megan's fingers curl inside you, pressing against that spot deep within, and your walls clench around her, but they seem useless now that you've agreed to letting her fuck you, and megan feels it too.
“see? knew you wanted it too.” megan preens, peeling your shorts and panties down your thighs with ease, her fingers hooking under the fabric to drag them past your knees. the cool air hits your exposed pussy, your clit still pulsing from her fingers, and you hear her breath catch.
“wow,” she gulps, gripping her cock as she shifted back to admire you. “you're soaked.”
you turn your head to look back up at her, annoyed. “just hurry up and stop talking or you won't fuck me.”
megan nods quickly, looking back down at her thick, swollen head glistens with precum, twitching as she pumps it slowly in her fist. you can feel yourself shaking with need as she moves closer again, the heat from her body radiating against your back. her hands slide around your hips, pulling you flush against her.
you turn your head, looking over your shoulder at her as you bite your lip, breath ragged, and she catches your gaze, dark with hunger, and a slow smirk curves her face as she watches you.
“y/n? what?” she asks, voice low. her hands grip your hip, holding you firmly against her as she grinds her cock against your ass. you nod, lips parting as another moan slips out, a lustful yes. megan's smile widens when she hears your voice.
“fuck me,” you gasp, pushing your ass back on her. her answering groan vibrates against your head as she pushes the head of her cock inside you.
the initial stretch burns in the best possible way, your walls quivering as she slowly sinks deeper. “you're so.. mmff… big.. too big.” you mutter, and your body adjusts, accepting her inch by inch until her hips press flush against your ass. “jesus.”
megan pulls out, before plunging deep inside of you, drawing a yelp out of you. she sets a relentless pace, her cock sliding in and out with deep, powerful thrusts.
her hips snap forward, driving into you with increasing urgency as she grabs your tits, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. the friction builds unbearably between your legs where her fingers still work your clit, each motion sending jolts straight to your core.
she moans against your ear, her next words hot and heavy. “you take it so fucking well.” her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her body stiff as she pounds into you harder, so hard that the bed shakes and the dresser rattles against the wall as she fucks you with abandon, her cock stretching you wide.
megan's pace turns frantic, her hips snapping forward in short, sharp thrusts as she chases her climax. the wet slap of skin against skin mingles with your ragged breathing and the creak of the dresser beneath you. her cock throbs inside you, the heat of it searing your walls as she fills you to the brim with every stroke, and you know she's close to cumming.
“fuck, y-y/n i’m gonna-" she cuts off with a scream, her grip on your hips turning painful as she drives into you one final time. her cock pulses violently inside you, shooting hot cum deep into your womb as she spills over with a guttural moan. your eyes open wide, a confused moan exiting you. “megan? did you just-”
“i-i'm sorry… y/n… ahhh-” her body jolts and spasms wildly behind you.
“megan pull out? what the fuck? you promised not to-” she cuts you off as she nuzzles into the crook of your neck, the apology soft against your skin. “i just... i love being inside you like this,” she mumbles, fingers tracing idle circles on your hip. “i didn't mean to but… you feel so warm.. i love it…”
you let out a shuddering breath as megan flexes slightly inside you, her cock still half-hard and twitching with sensitivity. the heat of her body surrounds you, holding you close as she breathes against your skin. her fingers tighten around your waist as she moves, just a little, inside you.
“i really wanna fill you up… i love you so much y/n…” megan rambles, her hips suddenly snapping forward against your ass, drawing a whine out of you. the feeling of being penetrated this deep after being fucked so hard leaves you breathless, so overwhelmed and full, and your eyes rolling back into your head when you feel her thick, warm cum leaking out of you, forming a ring around the base of megan's cock.
each thrust presses her hardening cock into that perfect spot, the angle letting her drag across your tightening walls, with deliberate pressure. her other hand moves lower, fingers finding your clit with practiced ease, circling it in tight little motions as she fucks you.
“fuck,” you gasp, arching your back as pleasure shoots through you. the dresser rattles again as she picks up the pace, her hips snapping forward with more urgency now. her cock feels enormous inside you, stretching you wide as it glides through the mess of your mixed fluids.
‘you love this, don't you, y/n?” she pants, speaking roughly. “love the way i fill you up? you want me to put a baby in you? huh?” you can't answer, can't do anything but gasp and moan as megan fucks you harder, her cock driving relentlessly into your pussy. her fingers work your clit with ruthless precision, and every thrust drags a new wave of pleasure through you.
“fuck, baby, i'm so close… are you?” she breathes, reading the tiny movements of your body. her grip tightens on your shoulder, pulling you back onto her cock as she thrusts up into you. the wet sounds of sex fill the room, obscene and filthy in the best way possible. “come on, let me feel you,” she demands, her voice hoarsely with exertion.
her fingers on your clit don't let up, pressing, circling, pinching, until the pleasure becomes too much, your orgasm crashing over you with sudden intensity. “fuck!” your body tenses, muscles clamping down around her invading length, and your back loses its arch, spent already.
megan screams, as she feels your pussy squeezing her cock, milking it dry. her pace becomes even more erratic, her thrusts losing their rhythm as she chases her own climax.
megan lets out a groan as her hips stutter, her thick cock throbbing inside you. hot cum floods your walls in pulsing waves, filling you with every twitch of her release. you can feel it spilling out already, dripping down your thighs as she keeps thrusting, milking every last drop into your clenching cunt, before she flops on top of you, breathing hardly against your head.
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