this blog contains fan fictions for the women of the TV series The Pitt. I will not write for men, but I will write outside of The Pitt.
i don't: support trump, condone genocide, bullying, racism, and hatred. terfs, fat/homophobics, narrow-minded people aren't allowed here.
i'm a masc lesbian, so some of my fics will have a masc!reader because i rarely see that on here. but i will also write a femme, butch, or any kind of !reader. u just have to ask ;)
description: When Alexandra learnt that Melissa also has the same thing that she does, she let loose. But the same fear that's been chasing her her entire life took over, leaving her playing with Mel's head once more.
a/n: this past week has been so tough, but i managed to get this out. unedited.
wc: 1.8k
“Page Dr. Garcia, now!” Robby’s voice echoed inside the trauma room, his voice being louder than usual that made everyone perk up.
You could hear the panic seeping from his voice, his eyes slightly wide and jaw clenched—a state of his that only a few people have seen.
“What about Dr. Carreón, Robby?” Perlah asks anxiously, the phone in her hand while her eyes flickered back and forth towards the attending and the patient on the desk.
Robby’s head shook firmly, his hands springing up to clutch his hair. “No, no, no.. Dr. Garcia, just her. Or Walsh, Shamsi—fuck it! Anyone but Alexandra.” he rambled, stumbling over his words a few times that only got him worked up even more.
Perlah nodded in understanding, seemingly catching on to Alexandra’s relationship with the patient.
Robby stayed glued to the corner, his cold eyes staring at the little girl as she lies on the cold metallic desk—her lips drained of colour and skin pale from being drowned in a six feet deep pool.
“Dr. Robby, we got this.” Whitaker whispered, his hand giving the attending’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
He only shook his head, eyes shutting tightly. “No. I have to be here.”
Whitaker eyed him for a moment. Clearly, he wasn’t in the state to tend to the little girl. His chest is heaving and he’s breathing erratically.
Eventually, the med student gave in. A heavy sigh escaped his throat as he nodded before turning his back on Robby.
Mel was watching the older man from her position on the table as she examined the patient, a confused frown evident on her face. She wondered why the attending refuses to let Alexandra come to the trauma room when she was always the one he called.
“Good breathing sounds bilaterally.” Santos announced, snapping Mel out of her trance. She shook her head and let out a breath before taking a beeline towards Santos.
Trinity looked up at her, frowning at the unreadable expression on her face. She shrugged it off and cleared her throat before nudging the blonde. “Get a core temp.” she murmured, throat wobbling up and down when she swallowed.
Mel reluctantly nodded at the instruction before doing what she’s told, her eyes occasionally flickering back to Robby in worry.
Minutes later, the doors flung open—revealing the very person that Robinavitch never wanted to enter the room.
“Whose life are you taking no-” Alexandra’s cocky teasing was immediately cut off once she took sight of who was on the table, a sharp breath hitching in her throat.
“Alexandra-” Robby stepped forward, hand reaching for the surgeon’s shoulder.
She shrugged off and rushed towards the table, her grey eyes wide and welling up with heavy tears.
“Why the fuck didn’t you page me sooner?” Alexandra breathed out, her voice steady and firm but there was a slight waver to it.
Mel watched from the side, her hand subconsciously examining the little girl’s body while her eyes stayed focused on the surgeon.
“This is exactly why I didn’t want you to come down here. You can’t operate on a family, you know the drill.” Robby sighed, the familiar authority coming back to his voice.
He put his hand on Alexandra’s shaking shoulder and attempted to pull her away, only for the woman to shrug him off harshly—making him stumble at the force.
“Alexandra, please!”
“No!” she cut him off, the tears welling up in her steely eyes.
Robby shot Perlah a look—a signal to get Alexandra out of the trauma room. The nurse gave him a sympathetic nod before rushing over to Alexandra who’s on the verge of breaking down.
“Dr. Carreón, let’s g-”
“Hold on.” Mel rushed forward, her hand reaching Alexandra’s shoulder.
Perlah’s brows furrowed in confusion, her hold on the surgeon dropping. The blonde shot her a grateful smile before stepping into her place.
“I can escort Dr. Carreón out, Dr. Robby. If you’ll let me.” she explained, noticing the confusion in everyone’s faces.
The attending froze, seeming to weigh what his decision might be. He examined Alexandra’s face, the crease between her brows is now gone, her jaw finally relaxed, and there was an unusual stillness in her eyes that were swirling just minutes ago.
Mel stood patiently beside Alexandra, her touch firm but comforting as she waited for Robby’s decision. She could feel the woman relax into her touch, and a swarm of emotions immediately took over inside her.
“Okay.. yeah. Okay, Dr. King. Thank you.” Robby nodded, his eyes looking at everything but at the women in front of him.
Mel shot him a smile and reluctantly lead Alexandra out of the room. She was silent, just following the shorter girl across the hallway—not minding the curious looks that she got from people passing by and the worried frowns that were thrown at her by the people that knew her.
She felt heavy, eyes blank and shoulders slumped while trying to hold herself together. The lights started getting dim as they neared the stairs, Mel slowing down once they did before sitting her down and settling herself beside the surgeon.
Only then did Alexandra felt the sudden urge to let her tears fall. Although as much as she told herself that she couldn’t let anyone see her broken, see her heavy tears—her vulnerable state; she still felt oddly safe enough around Mel.
Not afraid of judgement. Not afraid of what the blonde might think.
And it angered her. Because she hasn’t felt that way with anyone for years. She felt the walls she’s spent so long building crumble. She tried to stop it, her eyes hardening.
But when Melissa’s hand softly touched her shoulder—she gave in. Her tears started falling like they’ve been held in for far too long. They didn’t stop, they just kept pouring down Alexandra’s flushed cheeks like they were afraid that stopping might mean keeping them locked away again.
Mel watched with sympathy in her eyes as she let Alexandra weep by her side, her bottom lip getting caught between her teeth.
They stayed like that for minutes. Though it felt longer. Just Alexandra sobbing her heart out, the noise breaking Melissa’s heart into pieces every second that passes by. Until the surgeon felt well enough to stop her sobs, now just staring blankly at the floor.
“Sister.” she muttered, tone flat. It was like all her emotions left as fast as her tears cascaded down her cheeks.
Mel’s brow quirked up before a slow nod followed. The rehearsed conversation that she’s had in mind quickly dissipating when Alexandra spoke, now replaced by the feeling of understanding.
“That little girl is my sister. I-.. I don’t know what happened, but I’m not fucking dumb not to see that she drowned.” Alexandra laughed bitterly, although she choked at the end of her sentence.
Melissa was silent, sensing that Alexandra wanting nothing more than just silence and to let her frustrations out.
“I’m a goddamn neurosurgeon, what the fuck was I gonna do? Drain the fluids from her brain when the issue could be easily fixed by a cardiologist?” she huffed, hands springing up to wipe harshly at her face.
She turned to face Mel, her eyes drooping in exhaustion. Her brows twitched at the pity in her face. She hated it. She wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid look off her face.
Why would she pity her? She can’t. She shouldn’t.
“You just gonna keep staring at me like I’m a fucking kicked puppy, rookie?” she hissed and let out a humourless chuckle.
“Thought that was your role.” she shook her head and faced away from the blonde.
Mel forced a smile, unsure if she was supposed to laugh or keep silent. But she never actually knew how to have a proper social interaction with people, right? She did spend her entire life taking care of her sister. Never had the time to even have a small talk with the old couple next door.
But it wasn’t long before Mel found her voice, the hand that’s been on Alexandra’s shoulder for god knows how long dropped to her side—her throat making a sound before she spoke.
“I have a sister too.” she smiled at the thought of Rebecca.
The surgeon frowned and whipped her head towards Mel, her cheeks hollowing as she bit the insides. Her eyes met the blonde’s—her head spinning at the tingle in her chest.
“She uhm.. she’s the only one I have left. My parents died, but before that.. I always took care of Becca. We’re twins, always stuck together. She’s autistic so I needed to always be there for her.”
Alexandra listened intently, her gaze softening as Mel opened up to her. She felt weird. Because for once, she felt empathy. Not an empty void, not nothing. It was like Mel had carved a hole in her wall. And she let her.
“I’m not saying that just because she’s autistic means that she can’t handle herself. But I always stood up for her when people were too full of themselves to understand someone’s condition.” Mel continued to ramble, her eyes searching Alexandra’s. One of the rarest times where she had looked directly into someone’s eyes, not their forehead.
She breathed out and leaned back against the stairs using her elbows, suddenly feeling uneasy under the surgeon’s intense gaze.
Alexandra let out a sound, almost sounding like a laugh. “Why’d you stop?”
Mel’s brows furrowed, mouth opening to ask “What?” but was cut off. “I was starting to like your voice.”
“Oh.” was all she said. But there was nothing in this world that could erase the beaming smile on Melissa’s face. Alexandra liked her voice. Or was starting to.
But she didn’t care. She’s spent hours overthinking every single interaction that she’s had with the surgeon. Nitpicking the way she spoke, her voice, her gestures—she beat herself up over one interaction where she caught Alexandra in a bad mood.
“Thank you..?”
“That’s my line.” the surgeon scoffed playfully, eyes rolling in mock annoyance that once again left Mel confused.
Alexandra noticed it in an instant, a sigh escaping her throat. “I’m kidding,” she nudged the blonde’s shoulder, making her eyes widen.
She almost laughed at her reaction, but held it in as the weight of everything slowly sunk in. Alexandra Carreón opened up to someone, let a stranger see her cry, and let her tear a piece of her wall.
Silence took over between the two. Mel’s face scrunched up in worry, Alexandra’s going back to her resting poker face.
After a while, she spoke. Her voice monotone and trying to contain the softness. “But really, thank you. I.. just thanks, Mel.”
And with her lips pressed into a thin line, she left. Leaving Mel alone on the stairs overthinking their conversation once more.
i've written over 40 smut fics and i still cant get used to it 💔 so sorry for all the delay cause i have to make sure that it's actually good and i dont sound illiterate
Hii! I was wondering if I could request a oneshot with dom!reader and sub!Dana Evans? Maybe they work together and reader has been messing with her all day or something and they finally get home?
contains: youngerdom!reader, sub!dana, eye rolling, dana's nicknames for reader, kitchen counter sex, oral sex, fingers in mouth.
description: annoying Dana although out her 12 hour shift is the only way you get to taste her tonight.
a/n: sorry for the long wait. i was swamped
wc: 1.4k
“Hey, boss. can I go out for a smoke?” you slide across the counter of the nurses’ station, wriggling your eyebrows at Dana who’s eyeing you through her glasses.
She let out a breath, not finding your tactics amusing. “You were just out for one, weren’t ya?”
You gave her a shrug and looked down as you pick at your cuticles, as well as to suppress the laughter that threatened to escape your throat.
“What can I say? Being an R3 is tough.”
“You’ll fry off your lungs before you even finish your residency, kid.”
You rolled your eyes at the nickname, a groan following soon after. “Quit calling me that. I’m not one of your nasty children.”
Dana’s lips quirked into a smirk at your reaction, her head shaking when your face scrunched into a scowl. “Yet you’re here acting like one.”
Your head snapped up at her comeback, mouth hung open as if you just heard the most painful insult.
“And that’s why i’m going out for a smoke.”
“You better watch it, doctor. Being stubborn won’t get ya anywhere.” Dana scolded, her voice now turning serious and has that cold edge that you love.
You didn’t turn around to respond, instead you waved a hand at her before sliding through the exit.
It wasn’t long before the both of you arrived at your shared house—Dana’s house, to be exact. Her kids moved out and you moved in, although they pay the two of you visits from time to time.
The car ride was silent, you were focused on the road while Dana was looking out the window—but you can tell that she wanted nothing to do with you.
You’ve been getting on her nerves all day. Running your mouth to the med students around her, going out for a smoke after every patient, and joining Santos on her bitchiness spree.
She wasn’t having any of it. It was on purpose though. You always knew how to get her worked up, and even though this “method” of yours is dangerous because you can’t really predict Dana’s reaction—it’s surprisingly effective.
When you stepped inside the house, Dana walked ahead and entered the kitchen to cook whatever she could find for the both of you.
You were left behind, dropping your keys to the bowl on top of the drawer at the entrance, hanging your jacket to the clothing rack, and taking off your shoes before following suite.
Dana was already frying eggs and bacon on the barely heated pan and you slowly creeped up behind her, hands snaking around her waist.
You could tell that she was taken aback by how quickly she got tensed, but she eventually relaxed into your touch—a relieved sigh escaping her mouth that she didn’t even hear.
“You mad at me?” you mumbled against her silver hair, your thumbs sliding up and down her sides.
Dana shook her head, hand resting on your wrist as she craned her head to face you. “You were getting on my nerves. But, that’s your purpose in my life huh?” she chuckled, head shaking.
“You know i’m only trying to make your life shine brighter.” you whispered and pressed a kiss behind her ear that sent a shiver down Dana’s spine.
“Because I love you..” you trailed off, the same way your lips trailed kisses from her jaw down to her neck—where you left tiny bruises on her pulse point that made her whimper.
“And I want you to feel good. So, so good.”
Dana’s back slightly arched when your hands went under her shirt, you pulled down her bra and fumbled with her now hardened nipples—her bottom lip getting caught between her teeth as her wetness pooled between her legs.
“Fuck..” she whispered and leaned further into your touch.
Your right hand fumbled with the stove to turn it off and you swung Dana around, making her face you and her flushed face.
Her eyes looked up hungrily into yours, orbs travelling from your lips and back into your eyes.
Dana didn’t say anything, instead she pulled you into a kiss—her tongue immediately slipping inside your mouth that you eagerly took in. You sucked gently on the muscle, your hands coming down to squeeze her ass that made her tiptoe.
The kiss you shared became sloppy and it wasn’t long before Dana was sat on the counter with you standing between her legs—your hands squeezing her bare tits as you discarded her shirt and bra moments ago.
You pulled away from the kiss, your mouth moving to her collarbone then to her chest before you took one of her nipples in your mouth.
Dana’s eyes closed, her hands springing to clutch your hair as you sucked hungrily on her breast.
You alternated between her right and left tit, hand massaging one as you sucked the other.
“Wanna taste you.” you whispered and slowly got down on your knees as you looked up at Dana’s lazy eyes, your hands tugging at the waistband of her sweats that made her lift her hips.
You took them off, slowly sliding them down her legs that made Dana bite down on her lip as the soft material tickled her skin.
Once they were off, you spread her legs wider—mouth watering at the sight of her sopping wet cunt just waiting eagerly for your tongue.
Dana’s hand went behind your head, as if pushing you towards her heat.
You chuckled and pulled her hand down. “Eager, huh?” you teased, earning an eye roll from the woman.
“A picture’ll make it last longer.”
“I can’t taste a picture, sweetheart.” you grinned and leaned froward to lick a bold stripe up her slit, her back arching at the sudden sensation.
You sucked on her clit, your thumb teasing her entrance—finger going in and out just slightly to make her pussy twitch and clench hungrily around nothing.
She whined, a rare sound that you could ever hear from Dana, and that pushed you over to the edge.
You made out with her pussy, tongue licking her hole while your thumb pressed tightly on her swollen clit.
You eventually pulled your tongue out, and before Dana could even protest—you replaced it with your fingers, her walls so slick that you easily slid a third finger in.
Dana’s eyes rolled, her mouth hanging open as various curses escaped her throat. Her hips buckled forward, her hole swallowing the entirety of your fingers’ lengths that made a delirious sound echo in the kitchen.
“You feeling good, baby?” you smiled against her clit, eyes looking up to find Dana’s face scrunched up with her hands fumbling with her tits.
“F-fuck.. yes.” she slurred, making you grin and twist your fingers to rub her clit with your thumb.
Dana practically screamed at the added pleasure, her chest starting to heave when a familiar knot started forming in her stomach.
Her hands grasped at everything, your fingers sliding in and out of her at a deliberate pace that made sloppy sounds from how wet she is.
You took notice of the way Dana’s thighs flexed and how her moans started getting louder, your mouth replacing your thumb’s place on her clit—tongue flicking over the sensitive nub as you helped Dana cum.
“Fucking c-christ.. i’m cumming.” she trembled, eyes shutting tightly.
Dana’s hands flew up to your head as she pressed it forward, her breathing getting heavy as you ate her out and fucked her most sensitive spot with your fingers.
It didn’t take long before Dana’s cum started coating your fingers, her legs trembling harshly as she came hard on your fingers.
You grinned at the sight of your fingers drenched in her cum, and you slowed down your pace—only wanting to help her come down from her high.
Dana’s brows furrowed and she whined before pushing your hand away.
And you did, knowing that she was starting to get overstimulated.
You slowly pulled your fingers out, seeing moe of Dana’s cum gush out of her pussy.
“Came hard, didn’t you?” you teased, earning a flick to the forehead from Dana.
You got up from your knees and stared intensely into her eyes as you slipped your cum-coated fingers inside your mouth, tongue licking your digits clean before releasing them with a pop.
“You rascal.” Dana grinned and pulled you down for a kiss, her tongue entering your mouth once more as you shared her cum on your tongue.
contains: neurosurgeonmasc!reader, reader has a name/OC, langdon and mel interaction, alexandra lowkey hitting on trinity, trinity and mel's friendship blooming, trinity's hatred for langdon, alexandra nonchalanty worrying about mel.
description: Mel is as stubborn as a bee that she clocked into work with an injured ankle. Good thing there's Alexandra and Trinity to take care of her.
a/n: lazy work cause im moving into my new apartment :)
wc: 1.2k
“thanks, Saint.” Robby nodded his head to Alexandra, her eyes were quick to shoot a glare at the attending. “You really love pissing me off, huh Robby-bitch?” she scoffed.
Robby shrugged his shoulder, gloves snapping off his hands before he caught up to Alexandra walking out of the trauma room. From someone’s, who’s five five feet away from them, pov—the surgeon is towering over Robinavitch.
Which sounds ridiculous considering how tall Robby already is. But with Alexandra's seemingly elongated body, she could almost rest an arm on top of his head.
“My mouth is zipped.” he laughed, gave her a pat, and walked away.
Alexandra watched him interact with a nurse, his posture slightly slouched but still screamed professional. “Old man.” she sighed and turned around to walk towards her own destination: the elevator.
But she was stopped in her tracks when she caught sight of a familiar blonde braid, her eyes narrowing to see Mel clearly. She was talking to a patient, a wince occasionally slipping out of her face.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Alexandra groaned and walked towards Mel’s direction instead—but was once again abruptly stopped by Santos.
The surgeon bit her lip in annoyance, but also to stop herself from cussing out the resident. Instead, she forced a tight-lipped smile that Trinity saw right through.
“Hey, Dr. Cherry-picking.” she greeted, the nickname immediately earning a chuckle from Trinity. “Is that my new nickname around here?”
The corner of Alexandra’s mouth quirked at the unexpected reaction, most would probably be offended by that.
“Yeah. Well, who doesn’t love a doctor who’s like a moth to a flame but with severe cases?”
Trinity raised her hands in defense, lips pursing and eyes slightly squinted. “I’m still saving lives though, aren’t I?”
Alexandra paused as she studied the resident with her sharp eyes. They stopped at her porcelain face; eyebrows trimmed to perfection, nose that complemented her bone structure, and lips that popped off with a slightly pigmented colour.
Santos noticed it, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. “Is there something on my face?” she cleared her throat, snapping Alexandra out of her trance.
The surgeon blinked once and then twice, but her eyes went over to Mel who was still assessing a patient. Only then did she remember the reason why she walked towards this way.
“Why is Dr. King here?” she questioned, avoiding the question—her voice authoritative that sent a shiver down Trinity’s spine. She swallowed and followed Alexandra’s line of sight, seeing Melissa happily talking to a patient.
“Oh. Melancholia insisted. She even walked around and jumped to prove to Dr. Robby that she can work.” she shrugged and faced the other woman back who was still shooting Mel a piercing glare.
Alexandra sighed and turned her face towards Santos. "Don't let her on any trauma cases. Just give her.. I don't know, people with headaches or splinters. Nothing too major-" she stopped herself, taking notice of how she's caring too much about the resident.
"Not that I care nor is she my problem. I look out for Robby's pittlings."
Trinity's brows quirked up at the nickname, a grin forming on her face that showcased her perfectly white teeth. "Pittlings?" she echoed, amusement evident on her tone.
Alexandra immediately caught on to her slip up, both her eyes and lips shutting tightly. She'd always call every resident and med student that spent some time in The Pitt as Robby's pittlings. But not everyone knew that.
"I.. yeah. That's what I call you little demons." she explained and blew silent raspberries.
Santos nodded and pursed her lips to suppress a laugh. "Well, okay." she looked away, hands slipping inside her pockets.
The surgeon saw her shoulders shake from laughter, an irritated scowl carving on her face. Her eyes flickered between Trinity and Mel, who was now struggling to walk towards the nurses' station.
"Help your coworker. Tell Robby to page me if he needs me." she abruptly said, making Trinity whip her head to look at her—only for Alexandra to be nearing towards the elevator with her long strides.
"Oop." was all Trinity could let out before a heavy sigh escaped her throat.
She took a glance at Melissa who was now leaching all over Langdon, a crease forming between her brows. She walked over them, green orbs staring down at Langdon who looked up when he noticed her footsteps.
"Mel, get on a case with me." she muttered, voice unusually low as she held the eye contact with Langdon.
The blonde furrowed her brows, confused at Trinity's sudden change of demeanour. "Oh. Uh.. sure, Dr. Santos." she nodded and flashed the brunette a tiny smile.
Trinity hummed and walked ahead, shoulder bumping Frank. Mel stared up at the older guy in shock, mouth hung open but no sound ever came out.
"It's okay. Dr. Santos probably had a rough morning." Langdon smiled warmly and gave Mel's shoulder a pat before walking away.
"Okay." she whispered under her breath and watched as Trinity stopped by the nurses' station to check the boards.
Mel felt weird with Trinity. Not because of her attitude towards Langdon, yeah that plays a role, but the way she interacted with Alexandra a while ago left a bitter taste in her mouth.
She didn't know why she felt crushed, or why she started getting annoyed that she started squeezing her hand so tight it hurt—but it was making her spiral.
The way she could see Alexandra's eyes travel around Trinity's face from a few feet away, and the way Trinity's ears turned red. Is she jealous?
She can't be. She doesn't know how to be jealous, never learnt to. Plus they met yesterday and she made Alexandra mad. So, the surgeon must hate her.. right?
"No. Yes. No, nope! Not jealous." she muttered to herself, voice raising slightly that made people who passed by stare—one of them being Dana.
The older woman stopped in her tracks and eyed Mel through her glasses. "Hey, kid. You okay?" she quirked a brow.
Her voice made Mel flinch and snap out of her trance. "Huh? What?" she squeaked, making Dana's lips fold at the usual "kicked puppy" look on her face.
"You're talking to yourself, hon. Dr. Santos is waiting for ya, she's impatient so go before she gets cranky." she nodded her head towards Trinity who was staring boredly at Mel, fingers tapping on the counter.
"R-right! Sorry, Dana." she grinned and slowly walked towards the brunette, careful not to put too much pressure on her injured ankle.
Trinity watched as she winced repeatedly each step she took and looked away to avoid rolling her eyes at the limping woman.
"Sorry for the wait, Dr. Santos." Mel smiled shyly, her hands coming up to grip the hem of her jacket.
Trinity nodded and pulled on her stethoscope. "No worries. Room 5 has a kid with a laceration on her chin that needs stitching."
Mel's head whipped up to give Santos a confused look. "That's a normal case." she commented, not believing that Trinity didn't pick anyone with a heart attack or someone who's got their fingers crushed into mush.
"Yeah, well your guardian angel told me to take care of you."
omg hiii im the one that send that long ass yolanda request enemies to lovers, i dont know if u will write it but can u make reader fem and please no mommy/daddy kink
for sure! im currently working on it among other fic requests
contains: masc!emery x masc!reader, reader topping emery, mentions of spit, eye rolling, hints of emery's first time bottoming, daddy mentioned once, reader and em are wives.
description: emery walsh comes home from a very long day at the OR. muscles aching, body sore from hours long surgeries. so being the good wife that you are, you decided to take care of her.
a/n: couldnt finish the dana fic so ur getting it tmrw. 🫦
wc: 1.8k
emery let out a deep sigh of relief when she twisted the door knob and found it unlocked, a heavy weight seeming to have been lifted off of her chest.
she stepped inside, bag immediately thrown to the side as she stumbled to get her shoes off. she could hear the sound of sizzling in the kitchen, a savoury aroma filling her nose the farther she walked into your shared apartment.
when she got to the kitchen, a smile plastered across her face. you were there. you were home.. and so was she.
you craned to look behind you when you felt a presence, seeing your wife staring at you with so much love and adoration in her eyes.
that made you smile too and you slowly turned off the stove before walking towards her, your figure towering over hers.
"hey, baby." you greeted softly, pearly whites visible as you gazed down at her.
she returned the smile, her arms snaking around your waist before she put her head on your shoulder.
"long day?" you whispered and slowly stroked her dishevelled hair, a slight nod being her response. "i'm sore everywhere." she whined, hands clutching your tank top.
you put your hands on each side of her head to lift it up, making her look straight into your eyes that darted from her lips and back to her own orbs. "let me take care of you."
emery felt a shiver run down her spine at the the tone of your voice, her bottom lip getting caught in her teeth as she nodded.
"yeah?" you confirmed, a light chuckle escaping your throat at the hunger flashing in her eyes. "yeah." emery repeated before eagerly crashing her lips into yours, her hands firmly grasping your waist as she entered your mouth with her tongue.
you returned the action, sucking the muscle lightly that made her whine. emery's hands traveled from your waist down to your crotch, her hand kneading your pussy through your sweats.
"fuck, em." you groaned and walked with her towards the couch, your mouths never disconnecting.
she sat on your lap immediately, your back hitting the soft cushions as her hands fumbled to get under your top—but you stopped her with a hand around her wrist.
emery pulled away, a frown scrunching her face at the interruption. "what?" she groaned, and you couldn't help but laugh at the pout that was itching on her lips.
"i said let me take care of you tonight, my love." you grinned and brushed the strands of hair away from her face.
a red tint immediately spread across her face, her eyes suddenly taking interest in the window from your left.
you tilted her face back with your hand on her chin, forcing her to meet your eyes. "can i?" you cooed, thumb brushing against her swollen lips.
emery stared at you for a minute.. and then another, before she finally nodded—an eager expression plastered all over her face.
"good girl." you rasped and pushed her to lie down on the couch before hovering over, your mouth founding hers once again.
your tongue poked her teeth and she immediately opened her mouth, allowing you to explore every inch of it.
emery shuddered when your hands slipped under her shirt before you pulled her sports bra down to brush a thumb over her nipple.
"fuck me now, please.." she whined against your mouth, brows furrowing in impatience.
you chuckled and pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips. "eager, are we?"
emery groaned, "you said you'd take care of me."
"and i will, baby. i'm just taking my sweet time." you smiled and slid down to take her joggers off, your eyes locked with hers as the fabric grazed against her pale skin.
you slid them off her ankles and leaned down to press an open-mouthed kiss on her clothed clit, emery's mouth opening but a sound didn't come out.
you watched with a hungry gaze as emery's face scrunched up, her fingers clutching the soft cushion beneath her.
"please.." she whimpered, hips bucking up.
you smiled and took off her boxers, your fingers sliding through her folds and coating them with a sticky liquid that you licked off—tongue gliding your digits before they disappeared into your mouth.
"hmm.. you taste so good." you moaned.
emery's eyes immediately darkened and she began opening her mouth. you immediately knew what she wanted.
so you leaned down and stuck out your tongue, emery already eager to suck on it—her mouth making wet noises that were like music to your ears.
she pulled away with a pop, biting her lip as she smirked up at you. "I do taste good."
"yeah? you like how you taste?" you teased her, with a ticklish breath on her neck. and your finger teased her hole, making her arch her back.
"f-fuck! yes.. yes, yes.. please." she whimpered and gripped your arm with her hand.
you smiled at the desperation dripping from her voice, your fingers already sliding inside her slick pussy—curling and pressing at her spot.
"oh my fucking g-god." she trembled, body twitching when your fingers fastened their pace. you watched with hungry eyes as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, mouth open and pleased sounds echoing in every corner of the room as you pressed your thumb on her swollen clit.
emery's brows furrowed up and she propped herself up on her elbow so she could watch your fingers going in and out of her pussy, a gasp tearing from her lips when you added another digit.
"f-fuck! baby.. o-oh god. hmmpf.. feels so good." she squeaked and replaced your thumb with her own fingers to rub herself off.
"you look so pretty when you're a mess for me." you chuckled and leaned in to capture her mouth with yours, emery's spit smearing across your chin as you made out sloppily.
"cumming.." she whined, making you pull away and bend down to suck on her pussy, your hand pressing down on her abdomen that made emery scream—her body convulsing as she came hard in your mouth.
you kept licking her, your fingers slowing down as you helped her come down from her high—only stopping when she started whing and pushing your head away.
you giggled and slowly pulled your fingers out before stuffing them in her mouth. emery gladly took them, doe eyes looking up at you as she sucked your digits clean.
