summary: you stop by the hospital to return baran’s jacket but also to pick up emery for breakfast, leaving baran with a mess of conflicting feelings.
word count: 1.5k
tags: mcsteamy reader; jealousy; mutual pining; more slow burn; swearing (emery makes an appearance lol)
a/n: not sure if the title makes the most sense but i can see the connection in my head and that’s all that matters ig lol. next part will have more direct interactions!
<PREVIOUS PART>
“Hey, D.” You approached the central nurses’ station from the ambulance bay, a tray of coffees in one hand and a light-blue athletic jacket in the other. “You know where Baran is?”
“Why are you here?” The charge nurse asked in lieu of an answer, appraising your jeans and sweater over the bridge of her glasses.
“Baran lent me her jacket after the whole cric fiasco, so I thought I’d return it to her.” You held up the article of clothing like it was evidence and set the drink tray on the counter.
“Al-Hashimi,” Dana pointedly corrected, a lilt of teasing in her voice, “is in south 15 treating a patient, doing her job. You ever heard of that, Barbie?”
“Ouch.” You clutched your chest with mock offense before holding out a cup for her to take. “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.”
Dana’s stare sobered and softened slightly as she accepted the drink and took a sip, letting out a hum of approval when she tasted her usual order.
“So you came all the way down here on your day off just to return a jacket?” Dana raised a brow, not bothering to hid her disbelief, and you couldn’t blame her.
If it were anybody else’s jacket, you would’ve just held onto it until your next emergency consult, and who knew when that would be. No, actually, you wouldn’t have even done that. If it had been anybody else, you would have just given the jacket to Walsh or Garcia, or even Shamsi, and had them to return it for you.
Yet, here you were, on your rare day off, bringing coffee for people, all to return Baran’s jacket.
Baran.
You had only interacted with the woman twice but there was something about her that piqued your interest. Obviously she was attractive, there was no questioning that, and she was clearly more than competent to run the ED, seeing as the department was no longer one breakdown away from complete collapse. But there was something else, something more, that caught your attention.
Whether it was the way she carried herself with a composed air of compassion, or the fact that she didn’t back down from your flirtatious quips, or how her big brown eyes practically bore into your soul every time she looked your way, you weren’t sure. But whatever it was, it had you down in the emergency department at 7 am with the hopes of speaking with her again.
You couldn’t exactly tell Dana all of that, though based on the look she was wearing, you had a feeling she already knew.
Before you could explain why you were really here, the woman in question approached you, her soothing voice cutting through all the chaos.
“Doctor—” the syllables of your last name rolled off Baran’s tongue with ease, causing your insides to coil— “to what do we owe the pleasure?”
“I wanted to give this back to you.” You held up her jacket before pushing the tray now holding only two cups in her direction. “I also come bearing caffeine.”
“Oh, thank you.” Baran smiled, pleasantly surprised, as she took the jacket from you. “You didn’t have to come all the way down here just to return this.”
She noticed you weren’t in your scrubs, your autumn outfit making you look softer than usual.
“I wanted to see you.” Your lips curled up into a grin, and Baran clung to the trace of earnestness in your voice.
Then, as if to play it off, you shrugged and added, “I had to pick something else up anyways.”
Baran’s eyes narrowed barely, but before she could ask further, Emery Walsh ambled up to the station. “So I’m a thing now?”
“Finally,” you groaned, rolling your eyes as you plucked the cup of coffee labeled “DC” out of the tray and handed it to the other surgeon. “You usually take this long to do a routine cholecystectomy?”
“Just trying to match your speed, Spook,” Emery retorted, taking a sip of the drink before scowling. “What the fuck is this decaf shit?”
“You have a problem.” You shot her a glare, one that told her you knew about her personal consultation with cardio a couple weeks ago. “You can get order whatever you want at breakfast. My treat.”
“You spoil me,” Emery snarked as she downed the rest of the coffee.
Baran watched the interaction with an itchy feeling creeping up her spine. She couldn’t tell whether this was just another instance of you being naturally flirtatious or if you and Emery were going on a breakfast date. After all, you had come all this way on your day off just to pick up the surgeon. Either way, Baran felt a pool of envy twist in her gut.
“I should get back to my patients,” she excused herself with a tight smile. “Thank you for returning my jacket.”
Sensing the shift in the other woman, her expression more tense and posture more rigid, you softened. “Wait.”
Baran paused, turning slightly on her heels as you grabbed the last paper cup from the tray and held it out for her.
“This is for you.”
As Baran reached out to accept the drink, her fingers brushed against yours, the slight contact sending a jolt straight to her chest.
“Your usual.”
When she raised a questioning brow, you chuckled awkwardly. “I asked around.”
Baran couldn’t help the amused glint in her eye at the sight of the faint blush dusting your cheeks. There wasn’t enough time to figure out the whiplash of emotions she had just experienced in the last five minutes, so Baran simply raised her cup.
“Thank you,” she said your name fondly. “I hope to see you around.”
“Likewise,” you replied, a satisfied smirk creeping back onto your lips.
Nodding, Baran turned on her heels and disappeared into the chaos of the emergency department. Your eyes followed her retreating figure, admiring the curves and angles of her movements, committing them to memory.
“You’re drooling.” Emery’s deadpan voice interrupted your trance.
You slapped her hand away from your face, earning a laugh from her. “Shut up,” you grumbled.
“I see Yoyo wasn’t lying.”
“About what?” You frowned at the idea of your two friends talking about you. The three of you had a friendship where if two of you were talking about the third behind their back, it was usually out of concern. While that concern did manifest itself in the form of snippy, sarcastic comments, it was still concern nonetheless.
“You have a crush,” Emery sang with a teasing grin.
“What? No, I don’t,” you refused quickly, too quickly, which Emery noticed, her grin widening even more.
“You returned her jacket,” Emery noted.
“After she lent it to me,” you countered, but the other surgeon ignored you.
“On your day off,” she finished with a pointed look.
“And—” she held up her hand to silence whatever argument you had ready— “you brought her coffee, her usual at that.”
Emery wiggled her brows suggestively.
“I brought you coffee,” you argued teasingly.
“Yeah, but decaf,” she said it like a curse word.
“Because you’re a bitch,” you quipped, and Emery let out a hearty chuckle.
“What are you two still doing here?” Dana’s Yinzer accent interrupted your bantering as she reentered the nurses’ station. “Go talk about Barbie’s crush somewhere else,” she said, having clearly heard enough of the conversation.
“Not a crush,” you corrected, grabbing the empty drink tray from the counter with one hand and pulling Emery’s elbow with the other.
“Okay, lover girl,” Dana muttered under her breath, shaking her head at you and Emery, as the two of you continued to bicker on your way out.
From across the department, standing at a computer, Baran watched the entire exchange with narrow eyes. While she couldn’t hear the words you and the other surgeon were exchanging, to anyone with eyes it looked like flirting, and based on the little she knew about you, she’d take one guess to say that’s what was happening. You and Emery seemed to interact with an ease and familiarity, and Baran couldn’t help but wonder what kind of history was there.
As her eyes followed you out the door, she took a sip of the drink you had given her. The familiar flavors of Assam tea with a splash of milk and just a dash of sugar hit her tongue, and yet it tasted warmer, sweeter, as if somehow the fact that you went out of your way to find out her order changed the taste.
“Hey, doc,” Dana’s voice snapped her back to the moment. “Labs are back on South 15, and we got an ambulance ten minutes out. Girl with a failed epi-pen”
Baran inhaled sharply and straightened her posture. “Thanks, Dana,” she said, taking the tablet from the nurse to scan the lab results.
As she moved to go check on her patient, her half-full paper cup still sitting on the desk, Dana interjected with a knowing smirk, “Don’t throw that away. Looks like it’s got some important information on it.”
Baran frowned, but before she could ask, the other woman was already walking away. Turning around, Baran picked up the cup and rotated it. As the sleeve slid down an inch, she finally noticed a line of digits scribbled on the cup and she knew it could only be one thing.
pairing: college student!baran al-hashimi x AFAB!reader
summary: “you're my favourite friend. i'm sorry that i want you like a lover.”
warning/s: angst, hurt no comfort, drug use, talks about motherhood and marriage.
word count: 1, 905
author’s note: happy priDE MONth! i present you, your average lesbian experience. whether out or not, you have a place in the community. not proofread, just raw and unsoftened.
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baran batted her eyes at you with a playful smile.
mature today, honed over the years. it was wider then, sharp teeth and all, jubilance waning over the treacherous months of senior year.
you stared back with vigor, quaintly robust in the wee hours of the night, silently requesting again, cautious about who’s in on the secret.
“i thought you’d never ask,” she frisked, disappearing into the main suite, sighing as the click of the door locked. the shuffling through her tote bag rang through the room, turning her head at you for a second as you settled at the doorframe, aware it would take her a while.
“aha!”
baran whipped out a half-burnt stick with a proud look on her face, throwing you the lighter, retrieving it from the ziplock. she unlocked the bay window and jumped on the other side of the wall. you followed, laughing in amusement.
it’s two-something in the morning and you’re supposed to be asleep for the move out tomorrow. instead you both post-watched a shitty movie with a marinated skincare, indulging in a bad not-so-habit, originating from those days in college.
past tense. as if you’ve already graduated.
it’s surreal getting something you’ve anticipated for as long as you remember, finally on the way to your lap, the days compressed into one singular moment.
you closed the bay halfway and passed the lighter to baran who immediately lit the stick, puffing out smoke with puckered lips, the outline of her face illuminated by the flicker. you grin when she sucked at the stick, warmth and satisfaction spreading through your chest. she fluttered her eyelashes as she passed it to you, fingers brushing at a familiar pace.
you inhaled, lips wrapped around the stick, taking you there. you exhaled out, humming, missing the smell of the drug.
“i’ve been meaning to steal you from them since after dinner, but i knew diego would be looking for you,” you admitted.
baran kept silent.
it’s obvious, you both know this, that they both want each other. you don’t know what’s holding them back.
you met baran the summer before junior year, daisy duked to the nines, president of center of medical futures, the highest donated college organization of your university. she showed up to the pool party with her friends, mingling around the area, leaving her to your care.
you wanted her the moment you met her. and her the same, or so you thought. batted doe eyes and a touch on your arm here and there, wishing she could see you wet in the pool. it turned out she didn’t swerve that way, blabbing about a sweet guy named jeremy and why they’re most likely to work out in the long run. “he’s pretty okay with my busy schedule,” she quoted.
somehow it always ends with a man, you think, her silence and/or your hope. baran is a natural at giving people that, hence, you’re certain she’ll be an amazing doctor.
there’s nothing much to talk about but allowing the silence to linger. you’re still buzzed from the numerous shots from dinner, the exhaustion of cosplaying as nomads for the entire day in the city for the last time, the wee hours of the night, and the growing tension between you and your next step as a graduate.
it’s surreally confusing.
you might never see baran again.
or you might, but it’ll never be the same.
but it hasn’t been the same, not really, not since the group’s second vacation together, both crammed in the lower bunk bed, a small cabin rented a few miles away from the sequoia national park, roommates by choice. you struggled to bring yourself to the upper bunk, drunk off your bones. baran couldn’t prop you up either, so as a result, you ended up giggling at each other—two girls who can’t keep their hands off each other—the brunette ultimately finding her way on top of you. straddling your lap all the while steadying your posture, drunk with liquor and merit.
“you always smelled so good,” she whispered like it’s a secret unburied. you sniffed yourself; then her. she giggled.
“i did it for you,” you quipped.
baran grinned, bunny teeth on full display. she hugged you close, burying her face in your neck for a second before coming up for air.
“i’m so happy you’re my best friend,” she said.
which is kind of unfair.
because then she pecked your lips and thought you can’t kiss her back.
you don’t, too stunned at the drunken gesture, which is why you’re still here; a best friend, wasted with a shared stick between fingers. it’s better than nothing. this is better than a sobering confrontation and a great divide. this way you can coat her saliva with your own and drag it to your lungs, eventually sending it away with the lingering feeling you’ve learned to tame over the years.
“how many kids do you want?”
she laughed quietly. you both share the same ache for motherhood. in a decade or so you’d finally master how to raise a child of your own, pumped with passion and worry.
“right now? none,” baran sucked in a breath, “i refuse to contribute to SIDS,” she responded, eyes trained in the abyss.
you chuckled.
“but seriously?”
she straightened her posture, in her thinking pose, “two. four max,” deciding with finality. and then, after a pause, laughed, shaking her head in amusement. she presented a smile, sheepish and peculiar.
you hummed. “t’was eight last time, correct?”
“i was having the time of my life then,” she conceded, taking the stick from you.
“you’re not, today?” you asked, scanning her face and then landing on her curls. you wished to tangle your fingers through it. comfort her hidden troubles.
baran nodded her head, looked around the backyard, and then finally met your gaze.
exhausted and yet alive, she grazed her hand to yours. you shivered, her warm touch sparking the contrast of the cold in your surroundings.
“with you i can think straight,” she started, “i know i can confide in you without fear of judgement,” bringing her lips to a thin smile, like this acknowledgement is the brink of her collapse. “i’m your practical friend…”
“my most practical, genuine, genius, best friend, yes,” she exclaimed, moaning as you snatched the stick back. “i didn’t even–!”
“who i occasionally do crimes with,” you cutted her off, dragging a puff.
she tamed. “you? still 10?”
you hummed.
“i want a loud house,” you declared, gesticulating a wide space.
baran deadpanned, “you want 10 children to take care of you.”
nodding your head, you pinched her cheek, grinning as she squinted. “yes, i want 10 children to fight over my will,” you humored, passing her the remaining joint.
silence enveloped the both of you, cocooned in the smoke of repose, mastering the familiarity of yourselves before the world tries to drain your character.
the joint is almost done. three drags away. you’re about to lose her altogether.
“i’ll get married one day,” you blurted out, eyes watering at the cold. the temperature dropped suddenly. you both shivered.
“can i be the maid of honor?” baran asked, genuine, her pitch higher, childlike.
you could have been more than that.
you hummed, pretending to think, the string of words you curated coming out playful and calculated. “depends. would you stir my future wife in the right direction? influence the choosing of the ring for me?”
“wouldn’t she already know that then?” baran scoffed, “when she proposes, wouldn’t she know everything about you by then?” bewildered, ‘cause today she knows you more than your future spouse, and that was just unacceptable.
you thought about it, but all you drew was a blank. you haven’t really thought that far, you just wanted to hear baran’s opinion. “i was only kidding. i guess if you win the nobel peace prize in the next five years…” you challenged, leaning your head further against the cement.
“is that a bet?”
“yeah,” you uttered.
baran took another drag, body fully relaxed. she pouted.
“wouldn’t you want to give it to me because you want it for me? because you love me?”
you mimicked her doe-eyed stare, batting eyelashes, and deepening pout. your heart raced.
“of course i love you,” you said, “you’re my best friend.”
“and your future maid of honor?”
you shook your head. the grin was permanent there. you opened your palm and she handed you the stick, barely an inch.
“i’ll think about it,”
the brunette made a sound of disapproval. “you and your stupid remarks,” she grumbled, brows furrowed. you moved a feet towards her, bumping her shoulder in provocation. “maybe when you get married first,” you decided.
“hah!” baran exclaimed, as if you were saying a joke. then she frowned, crossing her arms together. “i don’t know if i’ll ever get to that point, to be honest.”
“still?”
“yeah it’s just…the world changes a lot i…i’m still learning about myself…”
you hummed. baran gets like this, unsteady in her declarations of devotion, an ever-changing channel of passion and persuasion, a lust for effect but a fear of commitment. she couldn’t be more beautiful than this, but then again, it seemed this is the final version of her you could know.
“what have you learned so far?”
baran liked radiohead, how they were so abstract yet so personally in her. she was secretly training for the LA marathon as she waited for her acceptance at standford, nothing but anxiety and pride in her quivering bones. she was beginning to like pineapple on pizza after an italian woman fed her a slice with sexy bare hands. baran said she thinks her preferences have grown.
your eyes widened.
you posed a question, walking delicately through the subject, watching as she inched farther from you as the words left your mouth.
“how are you navigating through that? liking girls?”
baran didn’t answer, mouth occupied, finishing the life of the stick. she dropped and stomped on it.
“i don’t know yet,” she shrugged, tapping her foot on the ground. she combed through her hair, unable to meet your gaze.
“i’m proud of you.”
for a minute, she didn’t move. she stayed stiffened in her stance. only her hair showed life, dancing with the wind. and then, her shoulders quivered.
baran looked at you with water in her eyes.
just like the first time she stared at you in need of acceptance, failing her physics test for the first time.
or when jeremy ended things, unsure if he wanted to live his life on her terms.
or when you surprised her with a birthday party, with everyone she loved dressed up as their favorite version of baran al-hashimi.
you placed a hand on her shoulder, pulling her for an embrace. it knocked her off-balance, and yet she held onto you, arms hooked in your armpits, digging her face in your neck as she does, mumbling her gratitude. you can’t pull away and face her, not yet, not when you’ve been waiting for this for so long.
graduation is in two days.
it seemed a little too late.
you finally understood why baran and diego were holding back. it’s just the same with your partnership, almost. just friends by proximity. a convenient relation. a pit stop in the middle of a winding road. a quiet relief in preparation for the real thing.
i'm so upset we didn't get to see the dynamic between collins and al-hashimi in s2. there was so much potential for something juicy with new attending collins and new attending baran. imagine them being the two attendings who work day shift together while robby is away. imagine them being the two attendings who get to help samira during her fellowship applications. imagine the patient satisfaction score in that er if that were the case.
Baran Al-Hashimi getting called mommy for the first time…
Baran Al-Hashimi who has never been called ‘mommy’ in bed before until she was fucking you in front of a mirror, strap-on sliding easily in and out of your dripping cunt, one arm around you, rolling and pinching your nipple, the other sliding up and down your thigh, soothing you gently (especially in comparison to how she’s fucking into you).
It slips out involuntarily; she squeezes your breast just right, her strap hits your g-spot, and all you can think is:
“please, mommy”
Her hips stutter for a second. Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. When you see her wide-eyed expression in the mirror, you fear for a second that she’s weirded out. But no. It’s sheer awe on her face.
She fucks you even harder after that, kissing your neck like a woman possessed. She mumbles a string of:
“mommy’s gonna take care of you.”
“you’re so good for mommy.”
“wanna hear you beg for mommy. so sweet.”
in this embarrassed tone because, yeah, she feels a little guilty for being so, so into you calling her mommy. She’s not even sure why. Maybe because she told herself she’d never be into that. But you moaning it like that changed her mind. Like, immediately. As soon as you’re cumming on her strap, moaning “mommy” right into her ear, she’s hooked.
And from then on, every now and then, she’ll ask you to call her mommy with that little flush on her cheeks, tugging on her sleeve like a kid who’s embarrassed for asking for an extra snack or something. Whenever you kiss her with that smile, she immediately melts into you. You don’t leave the bed for an hour at least.
dana evans is your neighbour 18+, age gap, dry humping, pussy eating <3
you'd never lived in an apartment that held 'get to know your neighbours' night. strange concept, you were perfectly fine knowing just one other person in the building, not by name but politely smiling whilst you gathered your mail. you had enough friends, not a lot, but enough and work was tiring so if you could avoid small talk in the corridor then you were happy to.
then fliers appeared on the lobby notice board.
people have too much time on their hands, you exhaled as you read, also wondering how much buy in this would actually get. your night would be spent the same as any other single woman in their late 20s, finish work, take-out and real housewives, NOT mingling in the hall with strangers.
unfortunately for you, there was a lot of buy in. crowds of people flooded the communal space, all cradling beer bottles and plastic cups like it was some kind of frat party. you had no intention of staying, of chatting or getting involved in any measure but fighting your way through the stairwell, unnoticed with a bag of ramen, proved quite difficult.
"hey! you're 64b right? i'm 68, just above you" a sweet bubbly girl beamed at you, intercepting your path. she was most likely the organiser of this event, like she'd made it her mission to get to first name basis of every single resident in the building.
"oh, yeah. hi.." you weren't rude, you were tired. and you didn't need this adult-friend-making-speed-dating shit. "nice to meet you, i'm just gonna-" trying to slip past.
"you HAVE to meet your neighbours" she ignored your attempt to politely excuse yourself, ushering you back into the crowd of people so close to your front door.
the introductions were tedious, she pointed out the couple to your left, the old man directly beneath you. you stood half smiling, giving your name out and trying to find any morsel of energy to even give a shit. you just wanted to go inside, eat your ramen and go the fuck to sleep. but the conversation left no gaps for your escape, not that you didn't try. you knew politeness would be your downfall one day.
then—
"think you're all keeping this nice gal from her dinner" a petite blonde in grey-blue scrubs broke up the circle you were standing in, eyeing your ramen as she pulled a key from her bag. "and stacey, keep it down out here yeah? need some shut eye" she walked to the door opposite yours, turning the key and giving you a subtle wink as she let herself in.
"sure dana, don't worry we'll keep it-" the girl, whom you now know as stacey, called out as the door slammed "-down"
you smiled, finally finding your own queue to leave.
she found her way into your mind that night, the blonde in scrubs. you weren't sure how you hadn't noticed her before, being in such close proximity and all. not when collecting mail or leaving for work, maybe your schedules were polar to each other but you knew you'd have remembered her. and that wink, nice lady.
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after your brief encounter, you found yourself looking out for your neighbour a little more. she clearly kept to herself which just made you more curious. the scrubs suggested some kind of doctor or nurse, the one bed apartment told you she probably lived alone and you hadn't stopped thinking about her no nonsense approach to stacey. she was quite a bit older than you, you could tell that from her voice - a little deep, accent thick.
the day she walked past you she smelt like cigarette smoke and rich perfume, her ears were double pierced and she chewed gum with an open mouth.
the next time you caught her was brief. early morning, pre-7am, in the same clothes as last time. you were taking advantage of the mild air, heading out for a quick run before work and she was clearly starting her day.
you exchanged 'mornings' and then she was gone.
⋆˚࿔
summer brought a heat wave and unfortunately for your building, a strain on the air con.
it was early evening when you heard raised voices in the hall. you stepped closer to your front door, slick sheen across your chest from the growing heat inside your apartment, listening to the other side.
"no you need to come and fix this fuckin thing now. not tomorrow, now. it's 100° in here for christ sake"
you only heard one voice, like she was on the phone.
"jesus-" then silence.
you opened your door to see her stood in a tank and lounge pants, hair stuck to the back of her neck with the rest pulled into a claw clip.
she turned to face you at the sound of the door click, holding up her phone "building manager, piece of shit"
you laughed under your breath. "your AC out too?"
she nodded, shaking her head down at the phone with a raised brow, then shoving it into her pocket.
"spent my day off sucking on ice and trying not to pass the fuck out" her smile travelled from her eyes to her lips, skin creasing at the edges. she looked at you for a second, titling her head slightly. "we haven't met"
you opened your door more, stepping out into the hall. "we kinda did" you meant that first day she saved you from the crowd.
"mm not properly, doll" she folded her arms, face softening "i'm dana"
you told her your name and she smiled, like it fit you. "you new here? not really seen you around much" you asked her, curious to find any detail, big or small.
"i work a lot and never really been one for stairwell small talk"
"oh yeah, of course- sorry i just-"
"not you kid, the ole neighbourhood watch crew and their building parties" she clearly had the same view of 'meet your neighbour' as you did. your shoulders relaxed. after a second, "you want some ice tea? just made a jug" she gestured her hand towards her apartment.
"won't say no to that" you mumbled, smiling.
her apartment was nice, it mirrored yours just the opposite. you were right to assume she lived alone, there was just one of everything. no manly shoes in the entrance or photos of anyone other than what you assumed were her grown children.
she dabbed her forehead with the back of her hand as you both sipped and made the small talk you claimed to hate.
"so you a doctor or something?" you asked.
"close. nurse. down at pittsburgh general, have been for 32 years"
that confirmed the age gap you already knew was there. it shocked you, how she'd been in a job longer than you were alive and you didn't have to say it for her to know you were thinking it.
"let me guess, you were still in diapers when i was in college?"
"close. i was born about 5 years after you graduated i think" you didn't know why you said it, feeling rude after it came out but she just laughed, shaking her head as she sipped her tea.
"jesus. even my tattoos are older than you"
you weren't sure why you felt that in your stomach. you huffed a laugh to try conceal it, blaming the spreading burn on your neck on the stifling heat.
then her phone rang, you could vaguely hear the building manager say he couldn't come til tomorrow. she was an animated woman, hands flying around, voice raised. you wouldn't want to get on her bad side, you thought. you finished the last sip of your tea, setting the empty glass down and mouthing thank you before excusing yourself while she dealt with the dick on the other end of the line.
⋆˚࿔
you started seeing more of dana. passing in the hall, starting your day, taking out the trash. your conversations became longer and more than just greetings. sometimes you'd forget you were going to work and spend 15 minutes in the hall just chatting.
you got to know her more. she worked day shifts, had 3 daughters, she liked white wine (you saw her bringing a bottle home one night) and she loved her job.
she got to know you more too. where you went to college, how you were allergic to cats and loved to read on the door step when the sun was out.
your grocery hauls were complete opposites. hers were that of an adult with fruit and veg, bottled water, essentials. she made a joke at how your bags clinked like you were hiding the entire liquor store in there and she asked if you knew pop tarts were not a substantial breakfast.
since then, she'd be at your door a couple of times a week with filled tupperware. sometimes it was a full meal, other times fruit salads and home baked biscuits. you returned the favour by bringing a jug of margaritas to her doorstep on a saturday night.
"jesus h christ, did you blend these at all?" dana half laughed, almost choking on your lethal dose of tequila and lime.
you sat on giant cushions in the open window of the fire escape in dana's apartment, the half filled jug between you.
"it's saturday night. we're getting lit"
she rolled her eyes at your lingo.
"it's saturday night and you're getting drunk with your elderly neighbour" she corrected.
"it's my community service, helping out a senior citizen-" she swatted you, spilling some cocktail on your lap as your head fell back in laughter.
"fucker"
"i'm kidding you know" you said after a second. "you're literally like my closest friend right now"
you weren't sure if you were supposed to feel like this about friends. or what it even was you were feeling. you just knew you liked her company, perhaps more than you should. you liked getting to know her, wanting to know everything about her. you knew that you liked women but obviously, you assumed she didn't.
dana sparked up a cigarette, inhaling deeply as the smoke curled above the pair of you. she handed you the tab, exhaling and you took it between two fingers. your gaze didn't break from one another.
"quite fond of you too, doll" that smile again, the one that narrowed her eyes and showed the top of her teeth. fuck.
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it'd been a few months since you first met dana and your friendship had grown into something you both treasured dearly.
you'd end up at one another's place at least once a week. the nights when she wasn't too tired from her shift or you hadn't been pulled away by your other friends. you'd much rather spend your time with her, not that you'd admit it.
it was all nice and neighbourly. knocking on each others door with take-out or a bottle of wine. somewhere along the line you'd swapped numbers. that was originally for the purpose of dana taking in your parcels when you weren't home, keeping each other updated for anything in the building but it soon became a text chain between friends.
use the back entrance, stacey's on the rampage
got some of your mail, let me know when you're home and i'll come drop it
hey, is your power out?
don't suppose you fancy a glass of vino 🍷
one evening you'd managed to get yourself roped into going to the bar with some work friends. the cocktails fell down your throat far too easily and by 9pm you were more than tipsy.
you weren't quiet coming home. stumbling up the stairwell, talking to yourself, an oop when you missed the top step, dropping your purse. a door next to you clicked open.
"someone's had a good night" dana picked up your purse and you beamed up at her, pulling yourself up by the hand rail.
"daaaaana, hey"
"you smell like a brewery" she laughed, lightly holding onto your upper arm to guide you to your front door.
"just had a few drinkypoos" you hiccuped. "you wanna come in for one?" your words weren't slurrred but it was no secret you were drunk.
"i think you've had enough" she pulled your key from your hands as you struggled with the lock, turning the key in one smooth movement for you to enter.
you walked through your apartment to the sofa, falling onto it as dana dropped your purse next to you, headed to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water.
she returned and you couldnt help but notice the glow on her face, the softness in her eyes. you took the glass and just held it. "drink" she urged, stern but not unkind.
sipping from the glass, you held her gaze. there was something between you, something that felt different in that moment. her finger came up to tip the glass further, pouring more liquid down your throat, until she was content you'd had enough.
"good girl" she took the glass away from you and despite your thirst being quenched, your mouth suddenly felt dry.
she saw you swallow thickly. her lips parted slightly. the skirt you were wearing had ridden up to your thighs with how you were sat.
"now get some rest"
you were still sat in the same position when you heard your front door click behind her. what you didn't see was dana stood in the hall for a second, breathless like she'd just ran the length of your apartment. you didn't know she thought about turning round, coming back in. not knowing what she'd say but considering it all the same. she pondered for a moment, one hand on her hip, the other tousled in her hair.
"fuck" she thought about how you'd looked at her just moments ago. how you reacted. her chest tightened, unknown feelings creeping their way into her conscience.
she didn't turn round. she fought the urge, heading into her own apartment.
you managed to sober up relatively quickly. downing more water, a couple advil and a luke warm shower to cool the heat between your legs. good girl, it replayed in your mind over and over as the stream poured onto your skin. what the fuck? your neighbour, your friend, a woman almost twice your age, a woman who you had no confirmation had any interest in women whatsoever, a woman you couldn't have.
it was hard to get dana out of your mind as you lay in bed, not that you really tried. the room was dark with the exception of a bedside lamp, quiet. it was then you decided to pick up your phone.
you: you awake?
you didn't expect her to be with the time. but then the bubble appeared.
dana: yeah, everything ok?
you hesitated for a second.
you: just wanted to say thank you for earlier
you: not sure i'd have made into my apartment without you
that's not really what you wanted to say.
dana: just doing my community service, helping out the drunk and disorderly...
you laughed at her using your own words against you.
dana: assume you're feeling better?
you: much
you: followed the nurses orders with water and two advil
it felt a little loaded to send but you did anyway. then the bubble appeared and disappeared enough times to cause you panic. you almost sent another message, something flat and obviously platonic, maybe even just a 'anyway, good night' to kill the conversation.
then—
dana: good girl
you didn't even know you were clenching your thighs til you felt the flutter between them.
in 64a, dana's mouth went dry as she pressed send. it was a lot for her, being bold like this. she didn't know what she was doing or what her intentions were but for once in her life, she ran with it. ran with the knot in her stomach, the throbbing sensation between her legs.
she waited for you. nervous at your reply. hoping she wasn't mistaken by this, whatever the fuck this was.
you: dana
fuck it.
you: can you come back over here
this could go one of two ways, the way you want or the way in which you've read this so incredibly wrong.
it was the longest five minutes of your life, between sending that message and hearing the knock on your door.
when you opened it, she was facing away. turning when she heard you. you could see her breathing heavy, the rise and fall of her chest. you stepped back slightly and she stepped in. then it was just the two of you, stood silent in your hall. your oversized tee had wet patches on the back from your damp hair, you saw dana's eyes glance once over you, suddenly aware you're naked on the bottom half beside underwear.
she was in similar loungewear you saw her in one of the first times. she wore a gold cross on her neck, something you'd noticed before but not really paid attention to.
"i-" you started. she stopped you.
"i don't know what i'm doing" her eyes wide, voice low. "this isn't- i've never-"
you extended your hand to hold hers.
"dana-"
"i don't know why i feel like this" there was an undertone of panic and vulnerability. "about you"
you could feel your heart in your ears, in your chest, in your stomach.
"i'm twice your age, i shouldn't feel like this about you" she spoke quietly, as if being loud would make something real.
"but you do"
a moment. your thumb brushed over her hand.
"i do"
before you could stop yourself, your lips were on hers. she stilled for a second, and then she let herself feel. she kissed you back, hands tentatively finding the base of your neck as yours found her waist.
then it got messy and heated and the two of you were stumbling from the hall to your bedroom one door down.
she was panting into your mouth as you led her backwards, calves hitting the bed.
"fuck dana, wanted this f'so long" you breathed between her lips. "tell me you want this"
dana moaned, it slipped out before she could stop it, pulling back from you. "want this. please"
you were soaked. you had been since you were full of booze and she'd touched your arm in the hall. but now her tongue was in your mouth and your hands were slipping under the hem of her tank, feeling skin you'd never felt.
"can i?" you tugged at the material and she nodded. she was naked under that, her hands came up on instinct to cover her bare tits, you replaced them with your own, pulling away slowly.
"wanna see you" she let you, your mouth watered at the sight. they were incredible, nipples hard from your fingertips ghosting over the skin. she exhaled deeply, breath hitching when your lips skimmed the flesh of her neck.
your fingers trailed from her chest, grazing skin down her sternum to the waistband of her trousers. you felt her move against you the closer you got. you flattened your palm against her stomach, sliding it beneath the elastic and finding her without panties, hot and needy, her bare cunt dripping and begging for you.
dipping your index and middle finger through her wetness, dana whimpered, mouth parting.
"mmm, fuck-"
you swiped your fingers a couple of times, spreading her wetness and then you pulled away. fingers glistening in the dim light. the noise she made when you sucked her off your middle finger made your pussy twitch.
"taste so good dana" you kissed her, light and loving. "so fucking good"
you pushed her softly onto the bed, standing above her as you pulled your t shirt over your head, leaving you almost equal in your clothing. her eyes wandered all over you and you watched her take it in. when you pulled her trousers down her legs, you couldn't believe the sight. her laid back, naked and yours.
when you crawled onto the bed, she moved herself back on her elbows to make space for you. you nudged her legs open by the knees, they fell apart with ease and she shuddered at the cool air against her bare cunt.
she was nervous. not because she was inexperienced - this may be her first time with a woman but she was no stranger to sex. in fact dana would have always considered herself a sexual person, in touch with her own desires however it'd been so long. so long since her divorce, since she'd slept beside someone, felt that kind of intimacy. then seeing your body and youth almost intimidated her. but the way you looked at her soon seemed to negate all of that.
when you were between her legs, lowering yourself to become face to face with the slick mess, she felt sexy. and wanted. you wanted her.
"oh my god- mmph" the first swipe of your tongue had her head thrown back. she lay flat on the bed as you worked her up, holding both thighs steady, licking up to her swollen clit.
you moaned into her, nails digging into skin as she started to roll her hips against your face. god it was hot. she whimpered and moaned and muttered your name over and over. "oh fuck, yes- there, that's-" her own cry cut her off as you curled two fingers deep. they slipped in with ease, her own arousal and your saliva dripping from your fingers as you pumped in and out.
you came up for air, resting your cheek on the inner of her thigh as you started fucking her, hard. the noises were obscene, slick and squelching with every move.
"doing so good baby oh my god i wish you could see what i can" you kissed her thigh, she moaned your name. "so fucking good"
"fuck you're gonna make- make me cum" her accent sounded thicker as she moaned, unbelievably sexy. you could tell she was close the way her cunt started to clench around your fingers. "don't stop"
like hell you would. hands squeezing her thigh, you worked your hand hard inside her and brought your lips to suck softly on her clit. the dual sensation had dana's back arching from the bed, handed fisted in the sheets and her toes curled against your back.
"yes yes yes ye-" with one final fuck of your fingers and pop of your tongue, she fell silent and rigid. then a looooong groan drew from the back of her throat, hoarse and deep. you worked her through it, until she was breathless and shaking, lifting your head up away from her.
"m gonna need a minute, hon"
you smiled. she was glowing, sweaty and messy. hair had fallen into her face, cheeks rosy and chest flushed.
"that was so fucking good dana" you kissed up her body, bringing your leg to straddle one of hers. your mouth landed between her tits, softly sucking the skin there, her hand found your back, stroking lazily across your shoulder blade.
"you're telling me" she laughed under her breath, still trying to regain some composure.
you were so turned on. seeing her cum like that, how bad she wanted you and you her. you hadn't even noticed your hips rolling against her thigh.
she had.
her hands snaked down your back, finding your ass. she squeezed over your panties, smirking at the wetness she could feel against her leg.
"did that turn you on huh?" she tensed her leg a little, giving you more to work against. "seein me cum like that?"
"shit" you moved harder against her, voice all whiny and strained.
"you wanted this for a while didn't you" her hands helped you, digging into your ass, pulling you into her. "wanted me, naked and wet for you"
you'd drenched your panties by now, dripping onto her skin. the wet material slick against your pussy felt so fucking good, your movements became more erratic, chasing your pleasure, needing to cum so bad. and her words only made it worse.
"good girl, just like that, gonna cum for me?"
fuck. there she goes praising you like that, knowing what it does, knowing that's what got you both here in the first place.
"fuck dana 'm gonna- mmm"
you fucked her leg whilst whining her name, brows knit, eyes screwed shut until—
"look at me. look at me when you cum baby"
your mouth fell open and everything building in the pit of your stomach grew hot and tight. you came all over her leg, a flood of wetness drenching you both, a guttural cry unleashed.
it shocked you both. how hard you came undone just from that. when you fell on the bed next to her, you both lay in silence, just the sound of hot breath and quiet traffic outside.
"stay tonight?" you managed, eventually.
when you turned your head, hopeful she'd agree, dana met your gaze with a glint in her eye.
"if you'll have me"
you kissed her. you didn't stop kissing her for a while.
summary: baran comes home tipsy with a withheld complaint about the fundraising event hosted by PTMC.
you’ve fallen into a routine: waiting for her to get home as arash is tucked into slumber, giving her a summary of her son’s day, and then grounding her into her sacred space with a massage.
it’s different tonight, dealing with this for the first time—drunk, uninhibited baran—barely holding on to the self-restraint she’s been consistently upholding for weeks. falling for her sultry gaze with little to no resistance, while her attention zeroes in on concealing how you’re clenching your thighs every time she speaks, blurring the lines with complete abandon.
warning/s: dom, vers baran al-hashimi, slow burn, subtle dom/sub dynamics, praise, alcohol consumption, fingering, breast play, clit play, cunnilingus, dirty talk, spitting, multiple orgasms, face riding, baran speaking in farsi. baran seducing you to the max. robinabitch mention.
word count: 5, 339
author’s note: thank you lots for the patience. last part of the series is up!! 1/3 is the slow burn and the rest, well, you’ll know. ;) happy reading!
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men and minors DNI.
the keys turning overlaps the typing on your laptop.
“hey,” you utter, a barely-there smile from the older woman greeting you. she’s as gorgeous as she left the house, a boatnecked light ivory silk dress with a simple ivory slingback, hair pulled back in a messy bun, loose strands curtaining her face . the only difference is the frown it leaves you, taking in her stance; slightly uncoordinated balance, drooping shoulders, unpleasant in her updo. “hey, oh hey, you okay?” you shut your laptop and shove it in your tote. “you look…”
the thin curve of her lips turn into a big pout, brown doe eyes blinking at you expectantly.
“...exhausted,” you say, and as if on cue, baran lets out a loud sigh, collapsing against the doorframe. she puts her purse against her face and groans loudly.
“...and clearly frustrated.”
she mumbles something in farsi and kicks off her heels, “these stupid heels!”, watching the disorder and immediately placing them in the shoe rack by the door.
“they’re gorgeous, baran,” you insist, observing her next outburst. the older woman tends to let out her frustrations one at a time, mulling over her emotions and how best to express them. you believe her reluctance is in consideration of your well-being, preventing you from being a vessel of release from her troubles whether it be by work or life or something else.
the doctor gives you a quick look of irritation before charging onto the wine cabinet, barefoot with heavy footfalls. the hem glides along the flooring like a current.
she whips out a cabernet sauvignon and two wine glasses, setting them on top of the furniture, arranging them in a line. she quickly works through the bottle with a corkscrew, expertly twisting and turning. you’re completely immersed in the movement, her muscles flexing as she bites her lip in concentration, leaving a space of frustration in between furrowed brows.
you jump when it pops, the sound soothing the older woman to smile.
baran, ebbing from her flow, tilts her head to you with a slow eye flutter, “how is he? asleep?”
it takes you a second to respond, “yes, completely tucked in in his new sheets,” zeroing in on baran’s tight grip on the bottle, resulting in the flex of her biceps. you clear your throat, “he didn’t finish the pizza so you have six slices waiting for you in the fridge,” a grin blossoming in your face at the memory, snapping you back to sanity.
baran curves ones side of her lips upwards then pokes the inside of her cheeks. biting her lip yet again as she continues to stare, setting the bottle down in defeat. she groans, as if something is actively trying to take control over her.
“i don’t have the appetite after tonight,” she admits, “tomorrow for breakfast,” she promises, dejectedly bringing the cure to her problems towards you.
baran gracefully treads in your proximity, the flow of the fabric levitating her off the earth, gravity controlled like no other. the shade enhances the glow in her clear, olive skin, embracing her figure in the right places. the gears in your head turn a shade greener, noting how it clings to her like a second skin, putting all socialites to shame. jealousy is one of your strongest suits.
baran’s dress is backless, the light playing with the seduction of every depression and elevation of her back, her muscles toned but softened by the smooth skin. your tongue glides in the backs of your upper teeth as the dip on the low end gapes at you.
the hairs in your spine shoot up when her knuckles touch your palm, handing you a glass, resistance getting harder by the minute. her scent engulfs your senses, blurring your judgment, leaving you with less control. you can’t want this and so you want more.
you chuckle, “trouble in paradise?” assimilating in baran’s new emotion, never mind the ones she’s causing you.
she sighs, “far from paradise,” closing her eyes in disbelief. “it’s been literal hell since the other attending i substituted came back. you know, the one i told you about,” she conceded, taking a swig to her situation, forehead wrinkled in prolonged annoyance and misery.
“ah,” you utter, partially distracted.
scanning the movement of her throat as it bobs to the array of baby hairs on her temple where your desire begins and ends—wishing you could place a finger there, feel the pulse. prove it skips a beat when she looks at you.
baran stares, doe-eyed and all, in a way that almost answers your question.
you look away, flummoxed, heat pooling in your cheeks.
the older woman brings her glass forward and you follow, the clink appeasing the former, grinning at the progress of the night. it’s quite monumental to turn baran’s rotten night to almost rotten, but it overpowers the silent prayer you’ve sent out to sustain your bessotted state, distrusting your autonomy with a woman as beautiful as baran.
you feel your teeth grind as baran envelops her lips around the rim, stain leaving a mark, mixing in the maroon liquid. you’re not the classy type, at least, you’ve never tried to be, so this demonstration is a rare learning opportunity. that’s why you don’t blink, not wanting to miss a second of how much liquid the doctor takes in her mouth, when she swallows, and when she should want more. you’re too focused on baran to notice her eyes lingering on your thighs, watching intently as you squeeze them at her every move.
she hums, “you like it?” lowering her voice, waiting for your tics to open up to her.
this is a treacherous indulgence, but the pull is stronger than your agency, finding yourself batting your eyes at her, slowly nodding your head. she takes another sip to hide her smirk. the older woman grimaces, fingers massaging her left calf. as expected, you act on cue, obediently falling into the routine you and the doctor have fostered the past few months.
baran gingerly places a hand on your thigh, gripping it loosely. you stare at her hand and not her eyes.
“not today,” she says, coddling your name like a lullaby. you hesitate, unsure what else you’d be useful for. as if baran can read your mind, she licks her lips, blinking her eyes, “it’s okay, you don’t have to. you can just…just stay up here with me…”
she relaxes when you do, keeping an eye for a sudden shift in action. you tend to end up committing to your own whim, and she preferred to be in on it. despite the uncertainty, baran focuses on reassuring you, rubbing your upper back and giving you a soft smile.
settling into the couch, she sighs, “you don’t know how grateful i am for you to be here…” crossing her legs, the sound of silk giving you butterflies in the stomach. she nudges at your wine glass. you take a sip, afraid, interested, reluctant. nights with the al-hashimis typically end in massages or past midnight conversations about diego and work. you’ve refused a sleepover multiple times even with the insistence on your safety, baran’s concern and doting eyes almost deciding against your boundaries. you hate the idea of giving her more things to worry about; accommodation, extra pay, and a shoulder to cry on.
“likewise. it’s the highlight of my day,” you half-tease, a brow lift tilting your axis like never before. smug, she asks, “not my son?”
“oh he’s brilliant, of course, but he wouldn’t be a happy child without his amazing mother and…”
this should be like one of those days, but baran is staring at you differently, as if she’s stripping you away from the title, as if she’s scanning what else lies beneath there.
baran finishes her portion and takes the entire bottle, drinking from the source, her eyes never leaving yours.
she swipes a speck of red at the side of her mouth then sucks on her thumb.
you gulp a load of saliva down your throat.
“be careful now, we wouldn’t want your other clients hearing the best babysitter in town has a preference,”
baran’s lipstick has stained the glass that’s now on the table, transferring the color there, leaving her lips a little less flashy, a little more domestic. subdued. delectable. irresistible.
she licks her lips and a few of her saliva stays at the flesh, catching the light, illuminating the plumpness.
“they’ve got to deal with it,” you start, swirling the red in the glass, catching the one second bite of her lower lip, “you’re my favorite.”
it comes out the way you didn’t intend to, shifting the atmosphere completely, the momentum causing you to squirm in the feeling of intimacy, the lines tangling without end.
baran chuckles, the sound sending a shot of electricity down the middle of your thighs.
she shakes her head, slurring, “khoda rahmat koneh,” racking her brown doe eyes all over your face, amusement and esteem glowing off of her.
“what did you just say?”
“chi? ah, i can’t believe you’re in my life right now,” baran acknowledges, dribbling over at her words, giggling as she takes another sip. her eyes dilate.
“is that so?”
“no, not really,” she admits, teasing with her gorgeous smile, doctor doe eyes bright and big as ever.
you shake your head.
“you know, if i had you there by my side, i sure wouldn’t be as grumpy as i was the moment the other attending–robinavitch—greeted me at the door–”
“the one you told me about?”
the doctor groans and puts a hand on her forehead. “yes,” she exasperated.
“that bad?” you gasp, seeing her pout for a second. “i’m sorry you didn’t invite me,” you chaff, receiving another doe-eyed look you can’t pronounce. baran’s eyes are completely dilated, examining your every move, like you were a set of organs for her to operate on.
“i would know what to do next time,” she settles.
baran shifts her attention to your barely-drank red wine. she purses her lips, waiting for your next move. when you don’t—helplessly staring at her—she places the bottle at the coffee table, occupying her hand with yours. she decides then, to help you out, generously drinks half of the liquid, flickering her eyes between your hands and your thighs, lightly quivering.
you poor thing.
the older woman shifts closer to you, swirls the red in its carrier, and places her thumb on your chin. she rotates the glass, presses your lips against the stain of her lipstick, red liquid dripping into it.
fuck.
you can barely breathe.
“wouldn’t want it going to waste,” she croons.
fuck.
“y-yeah, right, of course, i-i’m–”
“you don’t have to apologize,” she counseled, shaking her head.
you feel faint.
you’d be the first to stutter while humming, your body in an extreme fight-or-flight mode response that brainlessly grabs your tote, a chant of a final goodbye about to roll out of your tongue. you could barely register the fact you’ve buried yourself six feet deep the moment you started dreaming about the older woman, forgetting to realize that the only way to make it out alive is whether or not baran wants to provide a helping hand.
baran catches your wrist the moment you stood up, looking up at you like she knew all along an escape route brewed the moment she walked through the door. she tilts her head, “come here,” uncrossing her lap, coaxing you to sit.
you obey instantly, farewell out the door, leaving without you, shaking in its boots.
baran tugs your wrists and you find yourself spreading your legs, bearing your entire weight into her lap. your feel your clitoris pulse at the contact.
you’re staring at the contrast, silk and cotton-polyester in contact, wondering if it’ll ever get to grinding. if it’ll remain a divide between you and your desires.
baran’s amused to say the least, knowing you’d hide in your shell, timidly casting your head down, waiting until you’re brave enough to face her. she knows you won’t, putting a hand on your shoulder and running it through your arm. you shiver, meeting her brown orbs when she tilts your chin upwards.
“you want this?” she asks, eyes glazed over, holding onto her final restraint, squeezing your hand in the process.
you nod your head.
she sighs in relief, nudging her nose with your own, breath ghosting over your lips. you could almost feel her, you’re so close. you feel her grin, bowing her head to catch your lips, pressing a kiss on your bottom cusp.
she’s soft, warm, heady with a mix of red wine.
baran pulls away to see how you are, glee spreading throughout her body as she watches you with eyes closed, going back in for a peck, and then another. and then some more, gliding her tongue inside your mouth with a moan.
you grind into her lap when the noise breaks out, a smile and a sigh between kisses. snaking her hands around your waist as you place yours on her cheeks, clipping the loose strands of hair behind her ear.
baran’s cheeks have blossomed out in a feverish blush, panting as she pulls away, scanning your disheveled state. she gives you a peck before she grabs the wine bottle in her hand, rubbing your thigh. she takes a sip and dives back into your kiss, pulling you closer into her, passing the wine into your mouth, draining it with vigor.
you whine, feeling the liquid in your mouth, tartly sweet and something else that’s just baran.
and then you’re both just hungry.
you pounce onto her, grabbing the nape of her neck and completely pressing yourself against her, kissing her ferociously, lapping at her mouth with no abandon. baran tightens the grip on your hips and guides them, humping her thigh at a steady pace. she latches onto your tongue and begins to suck it, her vice-grip and the squelch getting you wetter and needier.
you whine when she pulls away, sending sloppy kisses down your neck, nipping at the flesh, grazing her tongue ‘til she reaches the side just below your jaw. she hums before she sucks at your pulse point, causing your eyes to roll back, your body tingling at the pleasure.
a long moan draws out of you.
“that’s it,” baran sighs, your lower lip in between her teeth.
your sweatpants come off, lifting your hips to be manhandled, knees wobbly, trembling at the idea of being completely undressed by the older woman. she looks absolutely stunning in the disheveled dress you desperately want to take off.
you find her mouth again, hot and heavy, completely mixed with hers and your saliva. you think there’s nothing hotter than that until baran’s rubbing you through soaked panties, moaning as she pushes them to the side.
“i-i-i can’t w-“
she slips a finger in.
her slender middle finger, finding the warmth inside your pussy, impatiently needy for your reaction.
“ah!” you yelp, gripping on her shoulders. she brings you closer with a hand on your hip.
“that’s it,” she says between gritted teeth.
it’s slow, experimental, precisely stretching you open with one, gauging your tolerance.
“is this okay?” she asks, putting her forehead against yours, her breath deepening as they mingle with yours. you nod your head with a huff.
baran pushes another finger in. you whine, rolling your hips into her digits, her fingers filling you.
“let it out. good girl, good girl,” she whispers with a slight growl, clenching her thighs at the image of her fingers disappearing completely in your pussy, rolling out coated with a white string of your cum.
baran chuckles with a moan, licks a stripe of your neck, then murmurs, “you feel so good…”
“…you feel so good,” you pant in return.
she grabs your jaw, causing your eyes to flutter open, dense and glazed over. her breath shatters at the state she’s put you in, drunk and needy with arousal. she swallows your moans with her mouth, shoving her tongue inside, whimpering as you flick around the muscle.
“i’ve waited so long for this. you’re exactly as i imagined you would be,” she confesses in your mouth, can’t get enough.
“w-what is that?” you cry in between moans, close to the edge. the older woman tightens her grip in your hips, no longer guiding them, allowing them to move at their own accord, feral and wanton to climax.
“a good, obedient girl.”
your back arches at the title.
“a loud, responsive little thing…”
cries when she flicks a thumb against your clit.
“…all because of me.”
baran beholds the sight of you: mouth open with a string of moans, eyes clamped shut as the aftershock leaves your body with your cum. she kisses your cheek and whispers praises you could barely make out due to the intensity of the orgasm, her entire palm open onto your back, supporting you.
you slump against her body, responding with an embrace that makes you warm.
you take baran’s face in both hands and kiss her with gratitude, passion, and a request for more.
you tug at her dress, giving her a look of need.
the older woman’s lips curl into a smirk.
“you think i’m done with you?”
baran leads you to the bedroom.
it’s surreal to be finger-fucked by the doctor, but here you are, being dragged with an impatient hand to her sanctuary for more. the place you refused to bring arash to despite protest, aware you’re not worthy enough to step foot inside. it changes tonight.
baran couldn’t wait to land you on the bed, all over your body once more, sandwiched against the door. breathing you in like she’s in her natural habitat, wet, open-mouthed kisses, ravishing you completely into submission.
she inhales in the crook of your neck, sighing, “you smell so good,” placing her thigh in between your legs and pushing your pelvis down against it. she pulls your tee off, grunting as your lace bra takes her away her inhibition and restraint.
she’s starving, this woman, kissing the valley of your breasts, nipping and licking at the exposed skin. you sigh, scratching her crown, her messy bun undone, the ponytail hanging on for dear life. pulling the pad down your breast, baran licks her way down toward the tissue right next to your bud, cooing as you whimper. “you want more, huh?”
you nod your head.
“what do you want?” she challenges, swiping a finger against your nipple, chuckling in amusement at your obvious shudder. exposed under her gaze, you whine, gripping on her neck.
“what do you want?”
“your mouth sucking on my—mhm!”
there she goes, burying her face in your tits, bent down at an angle to give you what you need, sucking your nipple as she fondles with your other breast, rolling the bud in between fingers, staring up at you with a content smile.
her eyes twinkle at the beautiful sight.
baran detaches her mouth away from your nipple, a string of saliva connecting them.
“i need more of you. get on the bed,” she orders, raking her eyes at you from head to toe. “walk backwards. slowly. don’t look away from me,” giving you an appreciative nod as you follow her exact order.
her gaze latches onto you like a leech, calculating every movement, “stop-!”
your ass lands on the mattress, the backs of your knees sending you there. “i’m sorry–“ you start, about to stand up until baran holds a hand. she shakes her head.
“it’s okay, stay put,” she says, drawing closer to you.
“take off your dress, baran. i want to see you too,” you plead.
the older woman sniggers, giving you a look as if she can’t believe you’re exchanging orders, bossing her around without consequence. you tense as she floats closer, still fully clothed, holding all the power. your head buzzes at the sight, at her command, and the aftershocks from the orgasm of her doing.
“i sag larzan,” she coos, lips pouting in adoration.
she’s in front of you now, tall and gorgeous, scanning your frame like a predator. dragging her tongue across her bottom lip, smirking at you, ready to pounce. she hums, neatly tucking loose hair behind your ears, tilting your chin up.
baran unclasps the hook of her dress, the fabric opening down at her torso. she drags it slowly, keeping her eyes on you and your reaction, letting out a silent hum when your mouth opens in admiration. she kicks the discarded dress to the side, leaving only her undergarment, top completely bare. you begin to drool.
baran’s confidence is inspiring, straightening her posture, slightly pushing out her chest towards you.
“my eyes are up here,” she husks, her deeper tone snapping your attention back to her face, the one that makes you soak her pristine sheets.
“i’m sorry,” you whisper, automatically peaking at her hard-rock nipples, stiff and awaiting your mouth.
“shma npastid? are you?”
the older woman raises a brow, taking your chin in between index and middle, pressing on the crease, causing your mouth to open. you could only nod your head.
baran lowers her neck, mouth only a few centimeters separating you. her doe eyes, oh-so-black in dilation, glinting as she weighs her choices, checking in with you silently. you tremble under the intensity of her gaze. piercing through your soul and your bundle of nerves. she makes up her mind in the end,
pulling spit from her mouth to yours, the action causing you to grind against the mattress, your moan covered by her mouth. pushing her spit deeper, mixing your own saliva with hers. she slowly lays you down the bed, pressing herself on top of you, her biceps propping her up.
the older woman bats her doe eyes at you, staring at you with such care, “are you still with me on this?” making sure you’re both still on the same page. you nod, speechless. her face softens with concern, almost maternal. “i’m okay. are you okay?”
she furrows her brows, caressing your cheek with a thumb, pressing a kiss on your temple.
she hums in acknowledgment.
“yes, yes,” she mumbles in your mouth, kissing you softly, languidly caressing your tongue with her own, getting lost in the warmth of your mouth.
she kisses down your body, gently, as if she’s finally realizing the weight and fragility of it. it makes you weak in the knees because not only is it baran with you, the woman that somehow invaded your dreams every night, but it has been so long since you've kissed someone passionately, with a promise.
baran pays attention to your other breast this time, flicking your nipple with a loose tongue, tweaking the other, humming when you hit a moan, making a mental note of your tics.
she nips and sucks a trail at the plane of your torso, caressing your sides with a featherlight touch, sucking the rim of your navel. she grins as you shift at the action, sticking and flicking a tongue in your navel. she’s the first to give this to you it seemed. she grazes her teeth down to the band of your soaked panties.
the older woman lifts her head up, humming in content. “you’re beautiful,” she sighs and you melt.
baran grazes her nose along the fabric of your underwear, mouthing at your labia. she huffs, rolling her eyes back as she inhales your scent, tongue swiping at your clothed pussy in the process. you whine, hips bucking, pulling away as to not aggravate you as much, although knowing you’d react this way.
she presses a kiss at the wet spot.
“spread your legs,” she exhales, excitedly abiding her wish.
“good girl,” she moans, licking and sucking at your inner thighs, just relishing in the heat you’re radiating. she tugs your waistband and you lift your hips, the last piece of garment fulfilling your nudity.
“pashman,” baran exasperates and moans your name, gritting her teeth, holding back from outright devouring you.
she wants this to last. she wants this imprinted on her mind for months to no end, erasing the ones before you, reshaping her into a better woman. she wants this to be as sacred as yours. she wants this for the both of you.
baran presses a kiss on your folds, separating them with a swipe of her tongue, the tip landing against your clitoris. you arch your back, gripping the sheets. she flicks it a few times, brown eyes looking up at you, intertwining her fingers with yours. your legs tremble at the stimulation, unable to wrap your head around the fact that she’s in between your legs, fully focused on your pleasure. your blinding, hot, pleasure.
she nuzzles her mouth against your clit, dragging her tongue across your hole, probing it, letting out a strangled moan as you grip her head with your thighs, sighing in pleasure. you’re so wet, cum dripping down your thighs, mixing the previous orgasm and the cum she’s slurping out of you.
“you taste so good,” baran mumbles, mouth full of your pussy. you sob, closing in on your climax already, meeting her lips and tongue with the drive of your hips. she moans and it vibrates through your bundle of nerves, setting you off deeper. “baran…” you whimper, grabbing a few locks of hair.
she grunts and rolls her head back, lapping up at your wet folds, grabbing your thighs and spreading them even more. she pulls away for a second to get a better view of your reactions, slamming two fingers inside your stretched hole.
“yes?”
you cuss, holding onto her wrist and then back at the sheets, panting out her name.
“baran, baran, baran..!”
it gets you closer, hips coming off the mattress, just rolling and rocking, the squelch of your juices resounding throughout her bedroom. “you’re close, aren’t you? you need me right now, don’t you?”
you nod your head, an inaudible plea coming out of your mouth, full of saliva and the older woman’s name. baran lets out a strangled moan and dives back into you, “come for me, please, please come in my mouth,” losing herself in your pussy, grinding her core against the mattress. it feels so good, grabbing onto her for dear life, scraping her scalp and hearing her name fall from your lips as you fall apart for her yet again.
panting through your orgasm, the older woman flattens her tongue and cleans you up, sucking in the remaining juices she has yet to devour. she’s a neat freak, so it only makes sense she keeps your pussy clean as well.
baran kisses your inner thighs, breathing you in, making her way up your chest and neck, peppering wet kisses and leaving words of praise. “you did so good for me,” she coos, pecking your lips before covering them with a swipe of her tongue, capturing your whimper in her mouth.
her eyes are twinkling at you. she grins, mouth swollen and wet.
“you made me so wet, did you know that?”
you shake your head, blissed out. “i did?”
“no? you were too drunk with pleasure, weren’t you?”
after nodding your head, she giggles, shifting away, taking off her lace panties.
“can i use your mouth?” she asks, so cute and so breathless.
“yes, of course, please-“ you respond, getting up, but baran just pushes you back down.
“i want to ride your face ‘til i come, koodak,” she purrs, batting her eyes at you.
“fuck,”
she chuckles.
“will you give it to me?”
so demanding, so bossy.
“anything you want,” is your only response.
she moans and kisses you, before rearranging your position, making sure you’re comfortable in the pillow, gracefully placing herself on top of you, hands grabbing the headboard, tilting her neck downwards to situate herself on your face.
“okay down there?”
you hum in acknowledgment, grabbing the backs of her thighs, pulling her down. she hisses as her slit gets in contact with your lips, beginning it with a peck.
the sight of her pussy makes you drool, drenched and ready for the taking. the older woman didn’t lie. she needs this as much as you do. you part her folds with your lips, burying your tongue inside, finding her clit and giving it a good suck.
“oh fuck,” baran moans, long and drawn out, thighs quivering. you hear the creak of the headboard and know it’s about to be obnoxiously loud. your head roils in complete bliss, mouth drenched in baran’s cum, the consistency thick and intoxicating. “like that?”
baran hums, the dirty talk causing her hips to jerk, sudden and then steady, finding herself a rhythm. she pulls back, sets both palms against the mattress, bearing her weight completely at an angle. she grins when you come up for air, overcome with the urge to give her what she needs.
it’s electric, giving her what she needs, the older woman’s face constricted in pleasure, sweat building on her forehead, brown hair frizzled out by her need to please as well. baran has a few moles littered across her body, her chest clear of them, bouncing and jiggling at her thrusts against your mouth.
you slither a hand through her torso, grabbing a tit. she pushed her core harder against your mouth, convulsing at the action, arching her head back as you pinch her nipple and suck on her clit at the same time, examining her every move. she grabs your hand and places it back on her thighs, replacing it with her own, moaning your name as she stares deep into your eyes.
you moan, the vibration causing her hips to stutter, toppling over back against the headboard, unable to prop herself in the position she was in, about to spill. baran mumbles a few words in farsi, inaudible, only for her own pleasure, placing one hand against your crown, sweat dripping down her forehead.
you groan, nudging your nose against her clit before pulling it in your mouth, giving it a hard suck, the movement setting her over the edge.
you keep lapping at her pussy, head constricted in between baran’s trembling thighs, a keen cry releasing from the coiling tension in her abdomen. caressing her skin into the aftermath of her orgasm, your mouth latching onto her until she lets go.
it takes baran a minute to ride it out, her breathing beginning to even out, halting her movements completely, unlatching herself from your mouth. you swipe the cum off your face with your tongue, a loud hitch of inhale coming from the older woman, whose eyes were on you the entire time. you grin, sheepish, “can’t help it,” honest with a hoarse voice.
“i’m sure,” she responds sarcastically, situating herself in between your thighs, nuzzling her face in your neck. “are you tired, are you okay?”
you tilt your head to the side so you can see her face. you give her an incredulous look, teasing.
“my, my. do you want to go again? and here i thought i couldn’t have enough,”
she grins, eyes wide and adoring. she pinches your cheek. “that’s why i’m offering, because i know you want more!”
“look at you! who doesn’t!” you kiss her cheek. baran tilts her head away and flutters her eyes, cheekbones pointed out of skittishness. she buries her face in your neck again, finding solitude there.
“okay, but we need a water break,” she settles, mumbling in your neck.
“i’m sorry, what was that? i couldn’t hear you,” you rib, placing a hand on the back of her head. your laughter fades into a moan as baran licks your earlobe. “you were saying?”
“you’re insufferable,” you settle, watching her face appear in front of you. she’s glowing, mouth swollen by your deeds, baby hairs moist in perspiration. she looks so comfortable, so at home in your arms.
⠀⠀( 𝐬 ) ══ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 .
⠀⠀baran finally snaps — months of control unravel into something rough, needy, and completely consuming, leaving you ruined beneath her hands and mouth. 13k
⠀( 𝐰 ) ══ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 .
⠀⠀18+ smut . explicit sexual content . rough sex . loss of control . dominance . fingering (f receiving) . oral (f receiving) . face sitting . double-sided dildo / toy use . pussy rubbing / grinding . spit kink . praise kink . degradation undertones . manhandling . overstimulation . multiple orgasms . aftercare . mdni
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Baran had always touched you carefully, and that carefulness became its own kind of torture months ago. Every single touch from her carried visible restraint behind it, like she was constantly stopping herself from giving into instincts she didn’t fully trust around you yet.
Her hands always settled softly against your waist first before pulling you closer, warm palms spreading slowly over your body while dark eyes studied your reactions with impossible focus. Even when tension thickened unbearably between you both, Baran still kissed you gently, mouth lingering against yours in slow measured movements that always stopped right before things could spiral too far.
“You okay?” she’d murmur quietly afterward every single time, voice low and rough while her thumb brushed softly across your cheek like she was grounding herself through touching you.
You noticed it almost immediately after the two of you started dating. Baran looked at you like someone trying very hard not to indulge themselves too quickly, dark observant eyes constantly following your movements while she carefully paced every interaction between you both.
Sometimes she’d stop herself halfway through touching your thigh absentmindedly, fingers flexing once against your skin before pulling away entirely like she’d crossed some invisible line inside her own head.
Other times you’d catch her staring openly at your mouth while you talked, only for her expression to tighten subtly when she realized you noticed. “Sorry,” she’d say softly after moments like that, voice carrying embarrassment beneath the calmness. “You distract me more than you realize.”
The restraint became unbearable after a while because you could physically feel how badly Baran wanted you underneath all that composure. Every kiss from her left you dizzy because she kissed like someone constantly holding themselves back from completely losing control.
You’d pull away from making out flushed and breathless while Baran sat there staring at you silently, chest rising unevenly beneath her shirt while her jaw stayed visibly tight afterward. Sometimes her fingers would twitch against your waist like she wanted to drag you directly into her lap but refused to let herself do it.
“Baran,” you whispered once after catching her staring at you like that across her couch, and she immediately looked away with a frustrated exhale. “Don’t look at me like that right now,” she muttered quietly. “I’m trying very hard to behave.”
That sentence stayed stuck in your head for weeks afterward. You kept thinking about what Baran would be like if she stopped behaving for once, if she finally gave into every look and every touch and every tense breath she’d been swallowing back around you for months.
You wanted rough hands instead of careful ones. You wanted her pinning you against walls and kissing you hard enough to leave your lips swollen afterward instead of always pulling herself away too soon.
You wanted to hear Baran lose that calm measured tone completely and say something filthy while she fucked you into her mattress. Most of all, you wanted proof that you affected her just as badly as she affected you because the tension between you both had become almost painful lately.
Tonight finally destroyed whatever control Baran had left.
The text she sent you earlier that afternoon looked completely harmless at first glance. “Dinner tonight?” she’d written simply, followed by another message ten minutes later asking if you wanted her to pick up your favourite takeout on the way home from the hospital.
Nothing about the conversation hinted toward what tonight would eventually become, which somehow only made the shift feel more intense later once everything spiraled.
You spent most of the evening completely unaware that Baran was apparently one bad moment away from finally snapping beneath all the restraint she’d been carrying around you for months. Looking back on it later, you realized she’d probably already been struggling before you even arrived at her apartment.
The second Baran opened the apartment door for you, something already felt off. Her composure looked thinner somehow, like she’d spent the entire day barely keeping herself together and finally ran out of energy to hide it properly by the time you showed up.
Dark curls fell messily around her face instead of sitting neatly styled the way they usually did after work, and the sleeves of her black button-up shirt had been rolled unevenly toward her elbows like she’d adjusted them distractedly halfway through a stressful shift.
Her dark eyes dragged slowly down your body the second she saw you standing there in her doorway, gaze lingering noticeably longer than usual before lifting back toward your face again.
“Hi,” you said softly after a second passed between you both. Baran stared at you silently for another heartbeat before finally stepping forward and kissing you hello.
The kiss lingered far too long to be considered normal anymore. Baran’s hand settled against the side of your neck first, warm fingers spreading carefully beneath your jaw while her mouth moved softly against yours in slow controlled kisses that almost convinced you she still had herself together.
Then you made one tiny sound into her mouth, barely more than a quiet breath catching in your throat, and Baran instantly lost part of her composure over it. Her fingers tightened sharply against your neck while the kiss deepened without warning, rougher and hungrier than anything she’d given you before tonight.
You physically felt the exact second she realized she’d slipped because Baran immediately pulled away afterward, chest rising harder while her eyes stayed locked somewhere near your mouth instead of properly meeting your gaze. “Sorry,” she murmured quietly, voice rough enough to make heat curl low in your stomach immediately.
“For what?” you asked softly while staring up at her.
Baran dragged one hand slowly back through her curls afterward like she was physically trying to gather herself together again. The movement exposed tension running visibly through her entire body now, tight shoulders and uneven breathing and fingers flexing slightly against her own thigh like she was fighting herself internally.
Her dark eyes lifted toward your face again before immediately dropping downward toward your lips once more. “Long day,” she muttered after another second passed, though her voice sounded strained now. Then she stepped aside finally and gestured for you to come inside. “Come in before I keep you standing out there all night.”
Dinner should’ve distracted both of you, but instead the tension somehow got worse. Baran barely touched her food once you both sat down together at the kitchen table, and you noticed it immediately because she usually paid attention to details like eating properly after long hospital shifts.
Tonight her focus stayed entirely on you instead, dark eyes drifting constantly toward your mouth every time you spoke or toward your hands whenever you reached across the table absentmindedly.
You started noticing tiny reactions too, like the way her throat moved every time you smiled at her too long or how her fingers tightened around her glass whenever your legs brushed beneath the table accidentally.
“You’re staring,” you teased quietly at one point while lifting an eyebrow toward her. Baran looked completely unashamed afterward. “I know,” she answered lowly without looking away once.
The response alone made your stomach tighten.
Once you realized how affected she was, you started pushing intentionally just to see how far Baran would let herself go before snapping completely.
Your foot brushed slowly against her ankle beneath the table once while you smiled softly at something she’d said earlier, and Baran immediately stopped speaking mid sentence afterward.
Her dark eyes lifted sharply toward your face while her breathing visibly changed almost instantly, slower and heavier now while tension pulled tighter across her expression.
You let your hand slide lightly across her wrist next while reaching for your drink, fingertips brushing warmly against her skin for only a second before pulling away again. Baran looked down at the spot where you touched her like the contact physically hurt. “You okay?” you asked softly afterward while trying not to smile too much at her reaction.
Baran laughed quietly beneath her breath then, though the sound carried pure frustration underneath it instead of amusement. Her jaw flexed visibly while she stared down at the table for another long moment before finally looking back toward you again.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” she muttered quietly, voice low enough to send heat rushing straight between your thighs immediately.
The confession hit you hard enough that your pulse started racing beneath your skin almost instantly afterward. Before you could properly answer her though, Baran abruptly stood from the table so quickly the movement startled you slightly.
She never moved abruptly. Everything about Baran usually stayed deliberate and controlled and carefully thought through before she acted on it.
“Baran?” you asked softly while watching her pace once toward the kitchen counter.
She dragged a frustrated hand slowly over her mouth afterward before turning toward you again, and the expression on her face nearly stole the air directly from your lungs.
Every ounce of restraint she usually carried had visibly started cracking apart now, leaving nothing except raw overwhelming desire written openly across her features while her dark eyes dragged slowly over your body again.
The intensity in that look made your thighs press together instinctively beneath the table because Baran suddenly looked less like the composed careful woman you’d been dating for months and more like someone actively losing a fight with herself in real time.
“You need to stop looking at me like that,” she said finally, voice low enough to send another pulse of heat through your stomach. “Like what?” you asked softly while standing slowly from your chair.
Baran stared at you silently for another long second before laughing beneath her breath again, this time sounding completely wrecked already.
“You know exactly what,” Baran muttered quietly after another long second passed between you both. Her voice had lost almost all of its usual composure now, rough and strained in a way that immediately made your stomach tighten harder.
She stayed standing near the kitchen counter while watching you rise slowly from your chair, dark eyes dragging over every movement you made like she physically couldn’t stop herself anymore.
The apartment suddenly felt too warm, too quiet, too small for the amount of tension sitting between you both right now. “You keep looking at me like you want something,”
Baran added lower afterward, fingers flexing once against the edge of the counter beside her. “And I’m trying very hard not to completely lose my mind over it.”
Heat flooded straight through your body at the confession.
You stepped closer toward her carefully after that, unable to stop yourself anymore now that Baran had finally started saying some of the things she’d been holding back for months. Her eyes tracked you immediately, gaze dropping toward your legs before slowly lifting back toward your face again while her breathing visibly deepened.
Every tiny bit of distance disappearing between you both seemed to affect her more and more, enough that tension started showing openly through the tightness in her jaw and shoulders now. “Maybe I do want something,” you answered softly while stopping directly in front of her.
Baran exhaled sharply through her nose afterward, dark lashes lowering briefly before she looked at you again with an expression that made your pulse jump violently.
“You shouldn’t say things like that right now,” she murmured quietly.
“Why not?”
The question came out softer than you intended, almost teasing beneath the warmth building in your chest now. Baran stared at you silently afterward like she was trying to decide something internally, dark eyes flicking between your face and your mouth before finally settling properly on your eyes again.
One of her hands lifted slightly from her side like she wanted to touch you before stopping halfway there. The hesitation somehow made the tension feel even worse because Baran looked genuinely torn between grabbing you and forcing herself to stay still. “Because,” she started slowly, voice lower now, “I don’t think I can keep being careful with you tonight.”
The sentence hit you so hard your thighs pressed together instinctively.
Baran noticed immediately.
Her eyes dropped downward at the movement before slowly lifting back toward your face again, expression visibly darkening after realizing exactly how much her words affected you.
“Fuck,” she muttered softly beneath her breath while dragging another frustrated hand back through her curls. The roughness in her voice made heat rush straight between your legs again because Baran sounded genuinely overwhelmed now, completely unlike the calm measured woman she usually forced herself to be around you.
“You don’t understand,” she continued quietly afterward while stepping closer until your bodies nearly touched. “I’ve spent months trying not to overwhelm you.”
“You don’t overwhelm me,” you whispered immediately.
Baran’s entire expression shifted after hearing that.
Something inside her visibly snapped a little further while dark eyes searched your face almost desperately now, like she needed to make sure you actually meant what you’d just said.
Her hand finally reached toward you then, fingers sliding slowly against your waist before gripping more firmly than usual once she pulled you closer against her body.
The sudden pressure immediately made your breath catch because Baran almost never touched you possessively like this. “You say that now,” she murmured lowly while staring directly into your eyes. “But you have no idea how difficult it’s been not touching you the way I really want to.”
Your entire body heated instantly.
“Then touch me how you want to.”
The words left your mouth before you could second guess them.
Baran went completely still afterward. Every bit of movement disappeared from her body for one long dangerous second while your sentence settled heavily between you both in the middle of the quiet apartment.
Her grip tightened hard enough against your waist to make you gasp softly while her eyes searched your face one more time like she was looking for hesitation anywhere. She didn’t find any.
“Say that again,” Baran said quietly, though the roughness in her voice immediately sent another pulse of heat through your stomach. Your pulse pounded wildly beneath your skin while you stared up at her completely unable to look away now.
“Touch me how you want to,” you repeated softly.
That destroyed the last bit of control she had left.
Baran kissed you instantly.
The force of it made you stumble backward against the edge of the kitchen counter while a startled sound escaped your mouth directly into hers. Gone were the slow careful kisses she usually gave you.
Gone were the measured touches and soft pauses and constant restraint she wrapped around herself every time you got too close. Baran kissed you like she’d been starving for months instead, rough mouth moving desperately against yours while one hand grabbed your jaw hard enough to tilt your head exactly where she wanted it. The noise she made when you moaned into the kiss sounded almost feral.
“Fuck,” Baran groaned roughly against your mouth while kissing you harder.
Your fingers tangled immediately into the front of her shirt while Baran crowded fully against your body now, all heat and muscle and overwhelming intensity pressing you directly into the counter behind you.
One of her thighs pushed between yours instinctively while her mouth dragged from your lips down toward your jaw next, rough kisses replacing the soft lingering ones she usually gave you. Every touch suddenly carried urgency behind it now, months worth of restraint finally collapsing all at once beneath her hands.
“Baran—” you gasped softly when her teeth scraped lightly against your neck afterward. She groaned immediately at hearing her name in that tone.
“There you are,” she muttered roughly against your throat while her hands slid greedily down your body. “That’s the sound I’ve been thinking about.”
Your stomach twisted violently at the confession.
Baran kissed lower against your throat again before biting gently at the sensitive skin beneath your jaw, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough that your entire body arched directly into hers with a broken moan.
The reaction instantly wrecked whatever composure she still had left because suddenly her hands were everywhere all at once. One gripped your waist hard enough to bruise while the other slid beneath your shirt desperately, warm fingers spreading across your stomach before dragging upward toward your chest.
“Do you know,” Baran started roughly while breathing hard against your neck, “how many times I’ve imagined this?” Her fingers squeezed your waist harder afterward while your pulse raced uncontrollably beneath her touch. “How many nights I’ve spent trying not to think about getting you exactly like this?”
The words nearly made your knees buckle.
“Baran, please,” you whispered shakily while your hands clutched tighter against her shoulders.
The plea absolutely ruined her.
A low sound left Baran’s throat immediately, rough and wrecked enough that your pussy clenched hard between your thighs beneath her body. She pulled back just enough to look directly at your face afterward, dark eyes blown wide now while her chest rose unevenly beneath your hands.
“You cannot say please to me like that right now,” she muttered quietly, though her voice shook slightly around the edges now from how badly she was losing control.
Your lips parted instinctively after hearing it while Baran’s gaze dropped immediately toward your mouth again. “Why?” you asked softly, barely above a whisper now. Baran stared at you for one long dangerous second before grabbing your jaw firmly again.
“Because I don’t think I’m capable of being gentle with you anymore tonight,” she admitted lowly.
The confession sent heat crashing violently through your body the second it left Baran’s mouth. Her hand stayed wrapped firmly around your jaw while dark eyes searched your face carefully, like some small part of her still expected hesitation from you even now despite the way your body already leaned toward hers instinctively.
You could physically feel the restraint barely hanging together beneath her touch, every muscle in her body tense with the effort of keeping herself under control for even another second longer.
Your pulse pounded hard enough to hurt while you stared up at her completely breathless beneath the intensity sitting openly across her face now. “Then don’t be gentle with me,” you whispered softly, voice shaking slightly from how badly you wanted her.
Baran froze immediately afterward.
The reaction hit her hard enough that you physically felt the shift run through her body where she pressed against you, sharp and sudden and dangerous in a way that instantly made your stomach tighten harder.
Her fingers tightened against your jaw while her breathing visibly deepened, dark lashes lowering briefly before she looked at you again with an expression that nearly made your knees give out beneath you.
“What did you just say?” she asked quietly, though the roughness in her voice betrayed exactly how much your words affected her. Heat rushed violently between your thighs while your fingers tightened against the front of her shirt, nails catching lightly against the fabric while you held her gaze. “I don’t want careful tonight,” you admitted shakily. “I want you to stop holding back with me.”
That destroyed the last thread of composure she still had left.
“Azizam,” Baran breathed roughly, the farsi pet name sounding completely wrecked coming from her now. Then her mouth crashed against yours hard enough to steal the breath directly from your lungs while both hands grabbed your hips all at once.
The force of the kiss made you gasp immediately into her mouth while your fingers slipped desperately into her curls, clinging tightly as Baran kissed you with absolutely none of the patience she usually forced herself to have around you.
Her tongue pushed against yours greedily while her hands dragged down your body like she physically couldn’t touch enough of you fast enough anymore.
Every movement carried urgency now, months worth of restraint finally pouring directly into her hands and mouth and the rough desperate noises leaving her throat every time you moaned for her.
“Oh my god,” you gasped breathlessly when Baran suddenly spun you around without warning.
Your stomach hit the edge of the kitchen table immediately afterward while Baran pressed fully against your back, one hand gripping your hip firmly enough to keep you bent exactly where she wanted you.
The sudden manhandling nearly made your brain short circuit because Baran had never handled you like this before, never moved you around so confidently and possessively like she already knew your body belonged beneath her hands.
Her chest pressed flush against your back while rough kisses dragged along the side of your neck, dark curls brushing softly against your skin every few seconds while she breathed hard against you.
“You asked for this,” Baran murmured lowly against your throat while one hand slid possessively up your stomach. “You begged me to stop being careful with you, joonam.” The second farsi pet name fell from her mouth in a rough breath and your pussy clenched immediately between your thighs.
Baran felt the reaction instantly.
A low groan left her throat while her fingers tightened harder against your waist, dark eyes watching your reflection carefully through the nearby kitchen window now.
You looked completely ruined already bent over her kitchen table, flushed skin and swollen lips and trembling thighs while Baran crowded tightly against your back. “There,” she muttered softly after seeing the way your body reacted to her voice. “That’s what I wanted to see.”
Her hand slid higher against your stomach afterward before dragging beneath the hem of your shirt impatiently, warm palms spreading over your bare skin while she slowly pushed the fabric upward. Every inch of skin she exposed seemed to make her breathing rougher behind you.
The shirt barely made it over your head before Baran kissed your shoulder again.
The kiss wasn’t soft this time.
Her mouth moved rough and open against your skin while both hands slid greedily over your bare stomach and ribs, fingertips digging slightly into your flesh like she’d spent months imagining exactly how your body would feel beneath her palms.
Cool air brushed instantly across your exposed chest while your bra still clung loosely to your skin, nipples already painfully sensitive beneath the thin fabric from how worked up you’d gotten.
Baran stared openly at your body through the reflection afterward, dark eyes dragging slowly over your chest while her jaw visibly tightened again. “Beautiful girl,” she murmured quietly against your neck. “Do you know how difficult you’ve made this for me?”
The rough honesty in her voice nearly made your legs give out.
Baran’s fingers hooked beneath your bra straps next before dragging them slowly down your shoulders, exposing more skin inch by inch while her mouth kissed along the side of your throat again.
The second your breasts finally spilled free from the fabric, Baran groaned softly behind you in a way that made heat pulse violently between your thighs again. One of her hands immediately closed around your chest afterward, squeezing firmly while her thumb dragged slowly across your nipple until it tightened painfully beneath her touch.
The sharp pleasure made your back arch directly against her while a broken moan escaped your mouth immediately. “There you are,” Baran muttered roughly after hearing the sound. “I’ve been thinking about touching you like this for months.”
Your thighs pressed together helplessly beneath her hands.
Baran noticed immediately.
Her palm slid downward slowly against your stomach after another second passed before gripping your hip firmly again, keeping your body bent over the edge of the table while she kissed lazily along your shoulder and neck.
Every touch from her felt completely different now, rougher and needier and so much more possessive than before. The careful distance she usually kept between you both had completely disappeared beneath the weight of her restraint finally collapsing tonight.
“You’re shaking,” Baran murmured softly against your ear afterward, voice lower than usual now while her fingers tightened against your hip. “Tell me if I’m overwhelming you.”
“It’s not enough,” you whispered immediately.
Baran groaned quietly behind you.
The sound came out low and wrecked enough that your stomach tightened violently beneath her body while heat flooded between your legs again. One of her hands suddenly slid directly between your thighs afterward, pressing firmly against your clothed pussy through your shorts while your breath caught sharply in your throat.
The pressure instantly made your hips jerk backward against her while a needy sound escaped your mouth before you could stop it. “Not enough?” Baran repeated quietly while rubbing slow pressure directly where you needed her most.
“Look at you, azizam. You’re already dripping through these.” Her fingers pressed harder against your soaked panties afterward, enough that you physically felt the wetness smear against the fabric.
“Oh god,” you gasped softly while your thighs trembled around her hand.
Baran’s breathing visibly deepened again after hearing you.
The roughness in her expression darkened immediately while she kept rubbing steady pressure against your pussy through the soaked fabric, eyes fixed completely on your reflection now while she watched your body react to her.
“Tell me what you want,” she murmured lowly against your ear afterward. “I want to hear you say it.” Your pussy throbbed painfully between your thighs while slick continued soaking through your panties beneath her hand, clit swollen and aching from how long she’d spent teasing you tonight already. “Please —”
That absolutely ruined her.
Baran cursed softly beneath her breath before suddenly dragging your shorts and underwear down your thighs together in one impatient rough movement.
Cool air brushed instantly against your soaked pussy while your face burned from how exposed you suddenly felt bent over her kitchen table like this. Your folds already glistened visibly with slick beneath the apartment lighting, wetness clinging thickly between swollen lips while your clit twitched slightly from the sudden exposure.
Baran went completely still behind you after finally seeing you properly for the first time tonight. Then her fingers tightened hard enough against your hips to make you gasp softly.
“You’re this wet for me?” she asked quietly.
The strain in her voice made your stomach twist violently.
Baran stared openly between your thighs now, dark eyes fixed directly on the slick coating your pussy while your legs trembled helplessly beneath her gaze. Wetness already dripped slowly down the inside of your thighs from how long she’d spent teasing you through your clothes beforehand,
your pussy swollen and aching and visibly pulsing every time Baran’s fingers brushed too close without properly touching you yet. “Look at you,” she muttered softly after another second passed, almost sounding disbelieving now.
“So pretty for me.” The praise immediately made your pussy clench around nothing hard enough to ache. “For you,” you admitted breathlessly while your forehead dropped against the table. “Only for you.”
Baran kissed your shoulder softly after hearing that.
The tenderness lasted maybe two seconds.
Then her hand slid directly between your thighs and rubbed firmly against your clit without warning. A loud cry escaped your mouth immediately while your entire body jolted hard against the table beneath her.
Baran groaned softly behind you at the reaction, fingers circling your swollen clit rough enough to make your legs shake almost instantly while slick coated her fingertips immediately.
“Joonam,” she muttered lowly while watching your body fall apart beneath her hand. “I have spent months thinking about touching this pretty pussy.”
Her fingers dragged slowly through your soaked folds afterward, collecting slick before circling back toward your clit again. “Months thinking about how sweet you’d sound for me once I finally stopped holding back.”
“Please,” you gasped again while your hips bucked desperately against her hand.
Baran’s fingers immediately pushed into your mouth.
The sudden movement made your eyes widen while she pressed two slick fingers gently against your tongue, dark eyes watching your reflection carefully in the kitchen window again while your lips closed instinctively around them.
“No more begging yet,” she murmured quietly behind you while her free hand spread your thighs wider apart. “I’m trying very hard not to completely lose my mind right now, azizam.”
The rough honesty in her voice nearly made your knees give out beneath you completely. Then her fingers slipped slowly from your mouth again while her hand immediately returned between your legs.
“Just let me touch you first,” Baran whispered against your neck before finally sliding two fingers deep inside your soaked pussy in one smooth rough thrust.
Your entire body jolted violently the second her fingers pushed into you. The sudden stretch made a broken sound rip from your throat while your back arched instinctively against her, slick immediately coating her knuckles from how wet you already were for her.
Baran didn’t ease you into it, didn’t give you time to adjust or breathe or think, she just drove her fingers deeper in one rough movement like she’d been imagining exactly how you’d feel around her for far too long.
The pressure hit perfectly, curling just enough that your thighs shook hard beneath her hands while your pussy clenched tight around her fingers without any control left. “That’s it,” Baran breathed low behind you, voice gone completely wrecked now. “Fuck, azizam, you’re already squeezing me like that.”
Her other hand slammed flat between your shoulder blades without warning.
The force pushed you face down into the table instantly, cheek pressed against the cool surface while your breath came out sharp and uneven against the wood.
Your chest flattened beneath you, breasts pressing heavily against the table while your nipples dragged slightly against the surface every time your body jerked from the way she was fingering you.
The position felt humiliating in the best way possible, completely exposed and pinned beneath her while Baran held you exactly where she wanted you.
You couldn’t move properly, couldn’t pull away, couldn’t do anything except take whatever she gave you while your body reacted uncontrollably beneath her.
“Stay,” Baran muttered roughly against your ear while her hand pressed harder between your shoulders. “Don’t move, joonam. Let me feel you.”
Her fingers started moving properly after that.
Not slow.
Not careful.
Baran fucked her fingers into you hard enough to make the table creak beneath your weight, each thrust dragging slick sounds out of your body while your pussy clenched desperately around her every single time.
You could feel how long her fingers were, how deep they reached, how easily they stretched you open while your body reacted like it had been waiting for this exact touch for months.
The curl of her fingers hit something deep inside you that made your legs shake violently, pleasure snapping through your stomach sharp enough to make your vision blur slightly.
“Oh god—” you cried out into the table, voice muffled and broken while your hips tried to push backward against her hand.
Baran groaned behind you at the movement.
The sound came out low and rough and completely unfiltered, like she wasn’t even trying to hold herself together anymore now that she had you like this beneath her. Her hand tightened hard against your back, keeping you pressed flat while her other hand fucked into you harder, faster, deeper.
“You feel that?” she muttered against your neck, voice thick with want. “Feel how easily I can push into you?” Her fingers curled again deliberately, pressing directly against that spot inside you that made your entire body jerk helplessly beneath her. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” she added lowly. “Look at this mess, sweetheart. You’ve been ready for me this whole time.”
Your pussy clenched violently at the words.
Slick dripped down your thighs now, pooling slightly against the table beneath you while every movement of her fingers spread it further, making everything feel wetter, louder, more intense.
Your breasts dragged helplessly against the surface with every thrust she gave you, nipples sensitive enough now that even the friction made small desperate sounds fall from your mouth.
You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding back against her hand, chasing the feeling she was giving you while your body completely gave up any sense of control. “Baran— please—” you gasped, voice shaking hard enough that the word barely came out properly.
“Please what?” she snapped immediately.
The sharpness in her tone made your stomach tighten hard.
Her fingers didn’t slow down for a second while she spoke, still driving into you relentlessly while your body shook beneath her. “You wanted this,” Baran continued roughly.
“You told me not to be gentle with you, remember?” Her hand slid from your back to grip your hip instead, pulling you harder against her hand while she fucked you faster. “Now take it,” she murmured low against your ear. “Take what you asked for.”
The filthy command made your brain feel like it was melting.
Your body reacted instantly, pussy clenching tighter around her fingers while your hips pushed back harder against her without you even thinking about it.
The sound of slick and skin filled the room, loud and obscene while your breathing turned completely uneven beneath her. You could feel yourself getting closer already, that tight coiling heat building fast in your stomach while every thrust from her fingers pushed you closer to the edge. “I’m—” you tried to speak but your voice broke completely, body shaking too hard now to form proper words.
Baran noticed immediately.
Her fingers slowed for one single second before thrusting back into you harder than before, curling deliberately while her thumb pressed down roughly against your clit. The double sensation hit so hard your entire body arched against the table despite her grip keeping you pinned down.
“You’re gonna cum like this?” she asked lowly, almost mocking, but her voice carried something else too. Something darker. Hungrier. “Gonna soak my fingers while I hold you down?”
Her thumb rubbed your clit harder, faster, perfectly in time with the way she was thrusting into you. “Go on then,” Baran muttered against your neck. “Cum for me. I want to feel it.”
That pushed you straight over the edge.
Your orgasm hit hard enough to make your legs nearly give out beneath you, a broken cry ripping from your throat while your entire body shook violently against the table. Your pussy clenched tight around her fingers while slick soaked her hand completely, thighs trembling uncontrollably while you rode it out helplessly beneath her.
“Fuck,” Baran groaned low behind you, voice almost strained now while she kept her fingers inside you through it. “There it is. Good girl. That’s what I wanted.” Her hand didn’t stop moving either, still thrusting slowly while your body twitched and shook from the intensity of it.
You could feel her watching you.
Feel the way her breathing changed.
Feel the way her control slipped even further seeing you like this.
“Look at you,” Baran murmured quietly, almost to herself now. “Completely fucked out already.” Her fingers dragged slowly inside you again, making your body jolt from how sensitive you were now. “And I’ve barely even started.”
Your body was still trembling when Baran finally slowed her hand inside you. Your thighs quivered around her wrist while your pussy kept pulsing weakly from the aftershocks, still tight and sensitive and soaked enough that you could feel slick sliding between your folds every time she shifted slightly.
You stayed bent over the table for a second longer, cheek pressed to the surface, breath uneven while your brain struggled to catch up with how hard she’d just made you cum.
The feeling of her fingers still buried inside you made your stomach twist all over again, overstimulation already creeping in while your hips twitched helplessly backward. Then something in you shifted, slower this time but deeper, and you pushed yourself up enough to turn toward her.
Baran barely had time to react before you grabbed her wrist firmly. You didn’t give her space to pull away or think, your fingers tightening around her as you guided her hand toward your mouth without hesitation.
Your lips closed around her fingers immediately, still slick from you, still warm, and the taste hit you all at once in a way that made a low sound slip from your throat.
Your tongue dragged along them slowly, deliberately, licking every bit of your own wetness from her skin while your eyes stayed locked on hers the entire time.
“Fuck,” Baran breathed, her voice dropping lower and rougher than before, something in her expression cracking open again as she watched you take her fingers deeper into your mouth.
You didn’t rush it, not even slightly. Your lips tightened around her fingers while your tongue slid along them, sucking them clean with slow, deliberate movements that made her breathing change in real time.
You could feel the shift in her body, the way tension pulled tighter through her shoulders, the way her chest rose heavier, the way her gaze darkened the longer you kept going.
Your pussy clenched again just from watching her watch you, from knowing exactly what you were doing to her now. When you finally pulled her fingers from your mouth, your lips were still wet, parted slightly,
breath shaky while you looked up at her like you needed something else immediately. “Please,” you whispered softly, voice weaker now, needier, like the word barely held together.
Baran’s entire expression shifted at the sound of it. Her head tilted slightly while she looked down at you, something darker settling behind her eyes again, something possessive and almost hungry now.
“What do you want?” she asked quietly, though her voice had gone thick, strained in a way that told you she already knew. Your hands moved without hesitation, grabbing the front of her shirt and pulling her closer until her body brushed against yours again, heat and tension snapping between you instantly.
Your pussy throbbed again between your legs, still sensitive, still slick, still aching from everything she’d just done to you. “Take your clothes off,” you begged softly. “I need to feel you too. I need to see you.”
Baran exhaled slowly, and it sounded heavier now, like she was holding herself together by a thread. Her eyes dragged over your face for a second, searching, checking, even now, even like this, that last bit of her restraint still trying to exist.
“You’re sure?” she asked quietly, voice lower, rougher, almost dangerous now. Your hands tightened against her shirt, pulling her closer, your body pressing fully into hers without hesitation. “I’ve never been more sure,” you whispered. “Please, baby. I want all of you.”
That was it.
Baran moved first, faster than before, rougher than before. Her hands grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head in one sharp movement, tossing it somewhere behind her without even looking.
Your eyes dropped immediately, taking in the way her chest rose unevenly now, the way her skin flushed slightly from heat and arousal.
You didn’t hesitate, your hands already moving over her, palms sliding over her stomach, her ribs, the firm lines of her body while your fingers spread like you needed to touch everywhere at once.
She felt warm, solid, real under your hands, and the difference from all those careful touches before made your head spin. “Careful,” Baran muttered lowly, but there was no real warning in it, just tension, just restraint slipping.
You shook your head.
“Not tonight.”
Her breath hitched slightly at that, just enough for you to notice. Your hands slid higher, pushing her bra straps down slowly, watching the way her chest rose harder, the way her nipples tightened under the fabric before it slipped away completely.
The moment she was exposed, you stared, not even trying to hide it, your eyes dragging over her chest while your fingers finally closed around her. The sound she made was quiet, but it was there, sharp enough to make your pussy clench again.
“You’re staring,” she said softly, though her voice had gone thinner now, less controlled. “You’re beautiful,” you whispered back, thumbs brushing slowly over her nipples while you squeezed her harder.
Your touch wasn’t gentle anymore. You squeezed and dragged your hands over her chest like you needed to feel everything at once, watching the way her body reacted in real time. Baran let you, barely moving except for the way her fingers flexed at her sides, like she was trying not to take control again too quickly.
But you could see it, the way her breathing stayed uneven, the way her eyes kept dropping lower, the way her thighs shifted slightly. “Take the rest off,” you murmured softly. “I want to see how wet you are. I want to feel you too.”
Baran didn’t argue.
Her hands moved to her waistband, pushing her trousers down slowly this time, her eyes never leaving yours while you helped her, fingers brushing her hips, her thighs, every inch of skin you could reach.
The fabric slid lower, then lower, until she stepped out of them completely, leaving nothing between you both but her underwear. You could already see the dampness there, the way the fabric clung slightly, the faint outline of her arousal showing through it.
Your breath caught, your body reacting instantly, your pussy pulsing again just from the sight. “Look at you,” you whispered softly. “You’re soaked.”
Baran’s jaw tightened at that, but she didn’t deny it.
“Take them off,” you said, softer now, more desperate. “Please.”
She did.
Her fingers hooked into the fabric and pulled it down slowly, and when it finally fell away, you saw her properly for the first time. Slick already glistened between her folds, her pussy wet and open and flushed, her clit visible and sensitive from how worked up she’d gotten watching you.
The sight hit you hard enough that your thighs pressed together instinctively, your breath catching while your eyes dragged over her slowly. She was already dripping, arousal gathering and slipping lower while her body reacted just from you looking at her like that. “Happy?” Baran asked quietly, though her voice sounded rougher now.
You shook your head slowly.
“Not even close.”
Baran’s eyes darkened the second the words left your mouth, something sharp and possessive flickering across her expression before it settled into something far more dangerous.
The shift happened instantly, like whatever restraint she had left finally snapped clean through, leaving nothing but want sitting openly on her face while she stepped closer into your space.
Her hand came up to your jaw again, not gentle this time, fingers curling firmly as she tilted your face upward so you had no choice but to look at her.
“Not even close?” she repeated lowly, voice rough and edged with something that made your stomach twist hard. You could feel it, the way she was already losing control again, the way her grip tightened just enough to make your breath hitch.
You didn’t pull away.
Your hands slid lower instead, dragging slowly over her stomach and down to her hips, fingers pressing into her skin while your eyes dropped deliberately between her legs again.
Her pussy was still wet, still glistening, slick gathered thickly between her folds while her clit sat swollen and sensitive, already worked up from everything she’d watched you do.
The sight made your own throb immediately, your pussy still aching from your orgasm, still sensitive enough that every movement sent small pulses through your body.
You stepped closer until your thigh brushed hers, heat pressing between you while your breath came out uneven. “I want more,” you whispered, softer now, your voice carrying that same desperate edge. “I want to feel you like you made me feel.”
Baran exhaled sharply, her grip tightening slightly before her gaze dropped down your body again, tracking the way you leaned into her, the way your hands stayed on her like you weren’t afraid anymore. Something in her expression shifted again, something darker, something that made your pulse jump hard in your chest.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” she murmured, though her voice had dropped lower, rougher, less controlled with every second. Her thumb dragged slowly across your bottom lip, pressing just enough to make your mouth part. “I’ve been holding back for a reason.”
“I don’t want you to hold back,” you said immediately.
Your voice shook this time, not from hesitation, but from how badly you meant it. Your hands slid behind her hips, pulling her closer until her body pressed flush against yours, heat and slick and tension snapping between you instantly.
You could feel her arousal now, the damp heat between her thighs, the way her body reacted just from being this close to you. “Please,” you added, softer now, almost pleading, your breath brushing her skin. “I want all of you. I want you like this.”
Baran didn’t kiss you this time.
Instead, her grip on your jaw loosened only to tangle suddenly into your hair, fingers wrapping tight at the roots before she pulled you forward roughly. The motion made you stumble slightly, a sharp breath leaving your mouth as she dragged you with her toward the table again.
“Then get down,” she said lowly, voice firm now, leaving no room for hesitation. Your knees hit the floor first, the impact sending a small jolt through your body while your hands braced instinctively against the table above you. Baran followed immediately, not giving you space, not giving you time to think.
Then she climbed over you.
The shift was immediate, overwhelming, her thighs settling on either side of your shoulders while her body hovered above yours, one hand still gripping your hair tightly.
You barely had time to react before she pulled your face forward, pressing you directly between her thighs, her pussy right there, warm and slick and close enough that you could feel her heat against your mouth.
“Open,” she murmured lowly, her voice rough with need, her grip tightening slightly when you hesitated for half a second. You obeyed instantly, your lips parting while your breath hitched hard in your throat.
The first contact made both of you react.
Your tongue dragged slowly through her folds, gathering the slick already coating her while a low sound left her mouth above you. Baran’s grip tightened immediately, fingers digging slightly into your hair while she pulled you closer, pressing your face harder into her.
“That’s it,” she breathed, her voice dropping lower, almost shaking now. “Fuck, joonam— just like that.” You moaned softly against her, the sound muffled while your tongue moved again, slower, more deliberate, tasting her properly this time.
Your own body reacted instantly.
Your hand slid between your thighs without thinking, fingers finding your clit immediately, still sensitive, still swollen from earlier. The first touch made you gasp softly against her, your hips shifting slightly while you started rubbing slow circles over yourself.
The combination hit hard, your tongue moving against her while your fingers worked your own clit, your body caught between giving and needing at the same time.
Slick coated your fingers again almost instantly, your pussy clenching as your breath came out uneven against her skin. Baran felt it, heard it, her thighs tightening around your head while she let out another rough sound.
“Are you touching yourself?” she asked lowly, her voice thick with something darker now.
You didn’t stop.
“Yes,” you breathed, your voice muffled against her while your fingers pressed harder against your clit, your hips shifting slightly with every movement.
Your tongue dragged higher, circling her clit while your hand moved faster between your own thighs, your body reacting almost too quickly.
Baran’s head tipped back slightly, her grip tightening in your hair while she guided your movements, pressing you exactly where she wanted you. “Good girl,” she murmured, the praise rough and breathless. “Touch yourself while you eat me. I want to feel it.”
The words made your pussy clench hard.
Your fingers sped up without thinking, your body already close again, sensitivity making every movement feel sharper, stronger, almost overwhelming. Your tongue moved faster against her, licking and pressing while her thighs held you there, keeping you exactly where she wanted you.
Baran’s breathing grew heavier above you, uneven, her hips shifting slightly against your mouth while she lost more control. “Don’t stop,” she muttered lowly, her voice strained now, her grip tightening again. “I want you to make me cum like this.”
You didn’t hesitate.
Your tongue pressed harder, your mouth working against her while your fingers rubbed your clit faster, your own body already trembling again beneath the intensity of it.
The table creaked softly above you, the sound mixing with her breathing, your breathing, everything blurring together while tension built fast in your stomach again.
Baran’s thighs tightened suddenly, her body reacting sharply while a low, broken sound left her mouth. “Fuck—” she breathed, her voice completely wrecked now. “Just like that, don’t stop—”
Baran’s thighs tightened around your head just as your tongue pressed harder against her, your movements growing more desperate, more focused, more intent on dragging her closer to the edge.
You could feel it in the way her body reacted, the subtle tremor running through her legs, the way her breathing had turned uneven and sharp above you.
Your fingers kept moving between your own thighs at the same time, circling your swollen clit while slick coated your hand again, your body already sensitive and overstimulated but unable to stop.
Every flick of your tongue against her made her hips shift, pressing down harder into your mouth, chasing the feeling you were giving her. “Don’t stop,” she breathed, her voice strained now, right on the edge, her grip in your hair tightening again.
Then suddenly, she pulled you back.
The motion was sharp, deliberate, her fingers twisting in your hair as she yanked your face away from between her thighs before you could react.
Your breath hitched hard, lips still parted, your mouth still wet from her, your eyes snapping up to meet hers while your chest rose unevenly.
Baran hovered above you, her body tense, her chest rising and falling while her gaze locked onto yours with something darker sitting behind it now.
One hand stayed tight in your hair, keeping your head tilted back, your mouth open exactly the way she wanted it. “Look at me,” she said lowly, her voice rough and controlled in a way that made your stomach twist.
You didn’t move.
You couldn’t.
Baran’s gaze dragged slowly over your face, taking in your parted lips, the way your breathing had gone uneven, the way you were already completely wrecked beneath her. Then she did something that made your pulse jump hard in your chest.
She tilted her head slightly, gathering spit slowly in her mouth while maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. The moment stretched, thick with tension, her grip in your hair tightening slightly as she leaned closer. “Open,” she murmured, even though your mouth was already parted.
You obeyed anyway.
Baran spat directly into your mouth.
The act hit you hard, your body reacting instantly, a soft sound leaving your throat while your lips closed around it automatically. Your cheeks burned, heat rushing through your body while your eyes stayed locked on hers, something about the intimacy of it making your pussy throb again between your legs.
Baran watched you swallow, her gaze darkening further when she saw the way you reacted. “Good,” she said quietly, her voice softer now but still edged with that same roughness. Then her grip shifted, pushing you forward again, guiding your face back between her thighs.
“Use it,” she murmured lowly.
You didn’t hesitate.
Your tongue slid back against her immediately, wetter now, slicker, the taste of her mixed with what she’d just given you while your mouth moved against her again. The sensation seemed to hit her harder this time, her body jolting slightly while a sharp breath left her mouth.
Your hands gripped her thighs, holding her there while your tongue worked against her, pressing and circling and dragging through her folds while she reacted above you. Your own body kept moving too, your fingers still rubbing your clit while your hips shifted against your hand, your breathing uneven and shaky.
Baran lost control fast after that.
Her grip in your hair tightened sharply while her hips pressed down harder against your mouth, chasing the feeling you were giving her. The sounds she made turned rougher, less controlled, breaking through her composure completely while her body tensed above you.
“Fuck—” she breathed, her voice wrecked now, her head tipping back slightly while her thighs tightened around your head. You didn’t stop, your tongue moving faster, more focused, pushing her closer while your own body shook beneath you. “That’s it,” she gasped, her voice breaking slightly. “Don’t stop—”
Then she came.
Her entire body tensed above you, a sharp sound leaving her mouth while her hips pressed down hard against your face. You felt it, the way she reacted, the way her body pulsed while your tongue stayed against her, the way her thighs held you there while she rode it out.
Her breathing turned ragged, uneven, her grip in your hair tightening before loosening slightly as the intensity passed. She didn’t pull away immediately, her body still hovering above you while your mouth stayed against her, still tasting her, still feeling the aftermath of it.
“Fuck,” Baran breathed quietly.
Her voice sounded different now, softer, but still rough around the edges while her chest rose and fell unevenly. She looked down at you, her gaze lingering on your face, your lips, the way you were still positioned beneath her.
One hand slid from your hair to your jaw, tilting your face up toward her again while her thumb brushed lightly across your lower lip. “Look at you,” she murmured softly. “So good for me.”
Baran stayed above you for a moment longer, her breathing still uneven while her gaze lingered on your face like she was trying to take in every detail of you like this. The tension hadn’t disappeared, it had only shifted, settling heavier now between you both, thicker and more dangerous than before.
Then she moved, slower this time, her body lowering as she slipped off you and dropped down in front of you instead. The change in position felt just as intense, her presence still overwhelming, still close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from her skin.
One of her hands slid immediately to your waist, pulling you toward her while her other hand came up to your jaw again, guiding you into her space.
Her mouth found yours without hesitation.
The kiss wasn’t as explosive as before, but it wasn’t gentle either, it carried weight behind it, something deep and hungry and lingering while her lips moved against yours with slow, deliberate pressure.
You moaned softly into her mouth, your hands moving instinctively over her body, sliding across her shoulders and down her back while you pulled her closer. Baran responded immediately, her grip tightening at your waist while her tongue pushed into your mouth again, slower this time but just as possessive.
Her fingers dug slightly into your skin as she groped you, one hand sliding down to your hip while the other moved up to your chest, squeezing firmly. The contact made your body react instantly, your back arching slightly into her touch while your breath hitched against her lips.
“Still want more?” she murmured lowly against your mouth.
“Yes,” you whispered back immediately.
Baran’s lips curved slightly at that, something darker settling in her expression again before she leaned in and kissed you deeper, harder. Her hands moved over you without hesitation, gripping, pulling, learning your body properly now that she wasn’t holding herself back anymore.
You could feel the difference in every touch, the way she handled you like she knew exactly what she wanted, like she’d spent too long imagining this to waste a second now that she finally had it. Your own hands moved just as greedily, sliding over her chest, her stomach, her hips, touching her everywhere you could reach.
The tension between you kept building again, fast and sharp, your bodies pressing together while your breathing turned uneven all over again.
Then Baran broke the kiss.
Not fully.
Her mouth dragged down from your lips to your jaw instead, slower now, more deliberate, her breath warm against your skin while she pressed small, open-mouthed kisses along the line of your jaw.
You tilted your head instinctively, giving her more space, your hands tightening against her shoulders while your body reacted to every little movement she made.
Baran took advantage of it immediately, her lips trailing down your neck now, kissing and pressing and lingering just enough to make your stomach twist. Then she bit you, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath catch sharply.
The mark bloomed instantly.
Your body reacted just as fast, a soft sound leaving your mouth while your fingers curled against her skin. Baran hummed softly at the reaction, clearly pleased, her mouth returning to the same spot to bite again, slightly firmer this time.
Her hand slid down your back while she did it, pulling you closer into her, your bodies pressing tighter together while she marked you slowly.
“You’re going to wear these,” she murmured quietly against your neck, her voice low and rough while her lips brushed your skin. “I want to see them tomorrow and remember exactly how you sounded for me.”
Your pussy clenched hard at that.
Your hands tightened in her hair, pulling slightly while your breathing grew uneven again. Baran continued kissing along your neck, leaving another mark, then another, her mouth moving lower while your body leaned into her without thinking.
The mix of sensation, her hands on you, her mouth on your skin, the way she was speaking to you now, it all built together again too quickly. “Baran—” you started, your voice shaky, your body already reacting all over again.
She pulled back just enough to look at you.
Her hand came up to your jaw again, thumb brushing lightly across your lower lip while her eyes searched your face. The look she gave you was different now, darker, more certain, like she’d made a decision somewhere in the middle of all this.
“We’re not done,” she said quietly, her voice steady now but still carrying that same rough edge. “Not even close.”
Your breath caught.
“Bedroom,” she added, softer this time, but no less certain.
She stood first, her hand sliding down to yours, fingers curling around them before pulling you up with her. Your legs felt slightly unsteady, your body still sensitive, still buzzing from everything that had already happened, but you didn’t hesitate.
You let her lead you, your hand tightening in hers while she guided you out of the kitchen. The apartment felt different now, heavier, every step filled with tension while your eyes stayed locked on her back, on the way she moved, on the way her body still held that same energy.
When you reached her bedroom, she didn’t slow down.
Baran pulled you inside and shut the door behind you in one smooth movement before turning back toward you immediately. The second her eyes found yours again, that same hunger returned, stronger now, deeper, more certain.
She stepped forward, closing the distance again, her hands already moving back to your body like she couldn’t stop touching you. “Come here,” she murmured, her voice low while she pulled you toward the bed.
Baran didn’t give you time to think. Her hands tightened at your waist, guiding—no, pushing—you backward until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed, and the next second you were falling onto the mattress with a soft breath knocked from your lungs.
The sheets were cool against your skin, your body still overheated and sensitive while your chest rose unevenly, eyes fixed on her as she stood at the foot of the bed looking down at you.
Something about the way she watched you like that made your stomach twist all over again, your thighs pressing together instinctively even though you were already completely exposed.
Baran stepped closer slowly, deliberate, her gaze dragging over your body like she was taking her time memorizing exactly what she’d done to you so far. “Stay there,” she murmured, voice low and steady, like she already knew you wouldn’t move.
You didn’t.
You couldn’t.
Your body felt too aware, too keyed into her, every nerve still buzzing from everything she’d already done while you watched her move away from you instead of climbing on top of you immediately.
There was a moment of confusion, your brows pulling together slightly while you propped yourself up on your elbows just enough to see what she was doing.
Baran turned toward her bedside table, her movements calm again in a way that almost felt more dangerous than before, like she had a plan now.
She opened the drawer without looking away from you for more than a second, her eyes flicking back to you like she needed to keep you exactly where you were. Then she reached inside.
And pulled something out.
Your breath caught.
For a second, your brain didn’t fully process what you were seeing. Then it did, and heat rushed through your body all over again, sharper this time, mixed with surprise that hit you just as hard as the arousal. A double-sided dildo sat in her hand, sleek and dark and unmistakable, and you stared at it like it might disappear if you blinked too fast.
“You’re full of surprises,” you breathed, your voice quieter than you meant it to be while your pulse started racing again. Baran’s lips curved slightly at that, something almost smug flickering across her expression.
“You didn’t think I was the type?” she asked softly.
There was something in her tone, something that made your stomach tighten again, your thighs shifting slightly against the sheets while your pussy throbbed between your legs.
“I didn’t know,” you admitted, your voice a little breathless now, your gaze flicking between her face and the toy in her hand. “You always seemed so… controlled.”
The word felt almost laughable now, considering everything that had happened in the last half hour alone. Baran hummed quietly at that, her eyes darkening again while she stepped closer to the bed, the toy still in her hand.
“I am,” she said calmly.
Then she tilted her head slightly, her gaze locking onto yours again while she climbed onto the bed slowly, one knee pressing into the mattress as she moved over you. “Until I decide not to be.”
Your breath hitched hard at that.
Baran settled between your legs again, her body hovering above yours, the weight of her presence making your chest rise faster while your hands instinctively moved to her hips.
The toy rested against her thigh for a moment while one of her hands slid down your stomach, fingers brushing slowly over your skin like she was reminding herself what you felt like beneath her.
Your body reacted immediately, your hips shifting slightly while your breath came out uneven, your pussy still sensitive enough that even the anticipation made it clench. Baran watched every reaction, her gaze focused and sharp, like she wasn’t going to miss a single thing.
“Look at you,” she murmured softly.
Her fingers slid lower, brushing lightly between your thighs, not touching where you needed her yet, just enough to make you feel how close she was.
“Still this wet for me?” she added, her voice dropping lower, her thumb dragging slowly along the inside of your thigh where slick had already spread.
You shivered at the contact, your legs opening slightly without you meaning to, your body already responding to her like it didn’t have a choice. “Yes,” you breathed, your voice soft but honest, your fingers tightening at her hips.
Baran’s gaze flicked down between your legs.
Then back up to your face.
“Good,” she said quietly.
She shifted slightly, reaching for the lube without taking her eyes off you, her movements smooth, practiced, like she’d done this before even if she’d never shown you this side of herself.
You watched her hands, the way she prepared the toy, the way her focus stayed sharp even while tension hung heavy between you both.
Your stomach twisted again, anticipation building fast, your body already aching for whatever she was going to do next. “You trust me?” she asked suddenly, her voice softer now, but still steady, still certain.
You didn’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
Baran held your gaze for a second longer, searching, confirming, then nodded once.
“Good,” she repeated.
Baran’s gaze didn’t leave your face as she shifted closer between your legs, the toy resting warm against her palm while the other hand slid slowly back down your body. Her fingers moved deliberately, spreading your thighs wider apart while your heels dragged slightly against the sheets beneath you.
You could feel how exposed you were again, your pussy already slick and swollen, folds parting easily under the pressure of her hand. Her thumb brushed through the wetness once, slow and testing, dragging along your slit before pressing lightly against your clit just enough to make your hips jolt upward.
“Still sensitive,” she murmured quietly, almost to herself, watching the way your body reacted.
Your breath came out uneven while your fingers tightened at her hips.
Baran shifted her hand lower, using two fingers to spread you open properly this time, pulling your folds apart while she looked down between your legs with focused intensity. The air hit you differently like that, your clit exposed, your entrance already wet and soft and visibly pulsing from how worked up you were.
Her fingers dragged through you once more, gathering slick, before she lined the tip of the toy up against you. You could feel it immediately, the pressure at your entrance, the contrast between your heat and the cool, smooth surface pressing there.
Your body tensed slightly, anticipation hitting hard enough that your breath caught in your throat.
“Relax,” Baran said lowly.
Her voice softened just enough to ground you while her hand slid up your stomach briefly, thumb brushing slow circles like she was steadying you.
You nodded faintly, your body trying to follow her lead, even while your pulse raced and your thighs trembled slightly around her. Baran waited a second longer, watching your face carefully, making sure you were with her. Then she pushed.
The stretch hit immediately.
Your mouth fell open with a soft sound, your back arching slightly off the bed while the toy slid into you slowly, steadily, your body opening around it inch by inch. It felt different, fuller, smoother, the pressure building in a way that made your toes curl against the sheets.
You could feel how wet you were, how easily it moved with the slick already coating you, but it still made your body react, your pussy clenching instinctively around it.
Baran didn’t rush, her movements controlled now, deliberate, watching every single reaction cross your face while she pressed deeper. “That’s it,” she murmured softly, her voice low and steady. “Take it.”
You breathed through it, your hands gripping her tighter while your body adjusted, the fullness settling inside you in a way that made your stomach twist again.
Baran pushed a little deeper, then a little more, until you were fully stretched around it, your thighs trembling slightly while your body reacted all over again.
She paused there for a moment, letting you feel it, letting your body catch up while her thumb brushed lightly over your hip. Your breathing stayed uneven, your chest rising and falling while your pussy clenched around the toy, still sensitive, still reactive.
“Good girl,” she murmured quietly.
Then she moved again.
Baran shifted her position, her hand steadying the toy while she adjusted herself above you, her thighs pressing against yours again. You watched her this time, your gaze dropping between your bodies while she lined the other end of the toy up with herself.
She was still wet, still glistening, her arousal visible, the slick gathered between her folds catching the light. The sight alone made your body react again, your pussy clenching around the toy while your breath hitched. Baran noticed, her lips parting slightly while her gaze flicked up to yours again.
“Feel that?” she asked softly.
You nodded faintly, your voice not quite working yet.
Baran’s hand slid briefly to your thigh, squeezing once before she shifted her hips forward. The pressure built again as she guided the other end of the toy against herself, her body tensing slightly as it pressed in.
Her breath caught just a little, her lips parting while she pushed down slowly, taking it inch by inch the same way you had. You could see it, the way her body reacted, the way her muscles tightened, the way her breathing changed as she adjusted to the feeling.
Then she settled. Both of you connected now.
Baran exhaled slowly, her eyes lifting to meet yours again, something deeper settling in her expression now. Her hands moved back to your hips, gripping firmly while her body hovered just above yours.
You could feel everything, the connection between you, the subtle shifts, the way even the smallest movement sent sensation through both of you. Your breathing stayed uneven, your body already reacting again, your thighs tightening slightly around her.
“Stay with me,” she murmured softly.
Baran didn’t rush it at first. She just stayed there for a second, both of you connected, her hands gripping your hips while her chest rose unevenly, breath warm against your skin. You could feel everything, the stretch, the fullness, the way even the tiniest shift of her hips dragged through you and made your pussy twitch around it.
Your thighs tightened around her without thinking, your body still too sensitive, too worked up, still buzzing from everything she’d already done to you.
“Look at me,” she murmured, voice low and rough, and you did, your eyes lifting to hers while your breathing stayed shaky and uneven. There was something in her expression, dark and focused and completely locked on you, like she was about to ruin you all over again.
Then she moved.
The first thrust wasn’t gentle, just slower, her hips rolling forward and dragging the toy deep inside you in one steady push that made a broken sound fall from your mouth instantly. It felt so fucking good it almost hurt, the stretch hitting deep while your pussy clenched tight around it, slick making every movement louder, messier.
Baran’s breath caught too, her head dipping slightly while she adjusted, feeling it just as much as you were. “Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, voice strained now, her grip tightening on your thighs. You could feel how into it she was, the way her body reacted, the way she didn’t stop, just moved again, a little faster, a little harder.
It didn’t stay slow for long.
Her rhythm picked up quickly, her hips rocking into you harder, faster, dragging through your soaked pussy in a way that made your back arch off the bed. Your legs were pushed wide open for her now, her hands gripping your thighs and holding them there, keeping you exactly where she wanted you.
The position made everything feel deeper, rougher, every thrust hitting in a way that made your stomach twist tight. Wet sounds filled the room, your slick coating everything, making it impossible to ignore how turned on you still were. “That’s it,” Baran groaned, voice low and wrecked, her eyes locked on your face. “You feel how fucking good this is?”
“Yes— fuck—” you gasped, your voice breaking completely.
You were both sweating now, skin sticking where your bodies pressed together, the air heavy with heat and the sound of your breathing.
Baran’s hair was slightly damp at her temples, her chest rising faster while she kept fucking into you, losing that last bit of control again the longer it went on. Your body was shaking under her, legs trembling while your hands grabbed at her arms, her shoulders, anything you could hold onto.
Every thrust dragged through you perfectly, your pussy clenching around it again and again while the pressure in your stomach built way too fast. You could feel yourself getting close again already, your breath catching every time she hit just right.
Baran noticed immediately.
One of her hands left your thigh and slid up your body, fingers dragging over your stomach before grabbing your boob hard, squeezing while her thumb brushed over your nipple.
You cried out instantly, your back arching harder into her while your hips jerked up to meet her. She didn’t go easy either, her hand working over your chest, squeezing, rubbing, playing with you while her hips kept that same rough rhythm.
“Fuck, you’re sensitive everywhere,” she muttered, her voice lower now, almost breathless. Her fingers pinched your nipple just enough to make your pussy clench tighter around the toy again, your body reacting everywhere at once.
“Baran— I—” you tried, but your voice fell apart.
“Say it,” she said, her tone dropping, her eyes locking onto yours again.
She didn’t slow down, if anything she went harder, her hips snapping into you while her hand stayed on your chest, your body caught between both sensations. Your legs were shaking badly now, your breathing broken, every nerve in your body screaming while the pressure built too fast to handle.
“I’m gonna cum,” you managed, barely holding the words together, your fingers digging into her arms. Baran’s expression changed instantly at that, something darker flashing in her eyes.
“Yeah?” she breathed, voice rough, almost desperate now.
Her hand slid down from your chest to your clit again, fingers pressing and rubbing hard while she kept thrusting into you. The extra touch sent you straight over the edge, your body jolting violently while a loud, broken moan ripped out of you. “Cum,” she muttered, almost like a command, her thumb pressing harder, faster. “Cum on it, I wanna feel you.”
That was it.
Your orgasm hit hard, way harder than before, your body arching up while your thighs tightened around her and everything inside you clenched at once.
You couldn’t stop the sounds coming out of you, your pussy gripping tight around the toy while your whole body shook under her. Baran felt it instantly, her breath catching hard while her hips stuttered for a second before pushing back into you harder.
“Fuck—” she groaned, her voice breaking now, her grip tightening on your thighs again.
She came right after you.
Her body tensed above you, her movements turning rough and messy while she chased it, your orgasm pulling her right over with you. You could feel it in the way she moved, the way her breathing fell apart, the way she pressed down harder against you while everything snapped at once.
Her hands dug into your thighs, her head dropping slightly while she rode it out, her whole body shaking for a second. The connection between you made it feel even stronger, like everything hit deeper, sharper, more intense all at once.
Then everything slowed down.
Baran stayed there, still pressed against you, both of you breathing hard, skin damp, bodies twitching slightly from the aftershocks. Her hands loosened on your thighs, sliding over your skin more slowly now, grounding again.
You were still sensitive, still aching, your pussy throbbing while your chest rose and fell too fast. She looked down at you, her expression softer now, but still dark around the edges, still not done with you.
“Fuck,” she muttered quietly.
Baran stayed there for a few seconds longer, still pressed close, both of you breathing hard while the intensity slowly melted into something softer and heavier. Your body felt loose and sensitive all over, every nerve still humming while your pussy throbbed faintly around the toy.
She shifted slightly above you, her movements slower now, more careful again, like that edge had finally settled back into something she could control. Her hand slid down to your hip, steadying you while she leaned in just enough to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Hey,” she murmured quietly, her voice still rough but gentler now. “Stay with me for a second, yeah?”
You nodded faintly, your body still catching up.
Then she reached down between you.
Her hand wrapped around the toy carefully, her touch slower now, controlled again, nothing like the roughness from before. You felt it immediately when she started to pull it out, the slow drag making your body twitch slightly, your breath catching as the fullness eased out of you inch by inch.
Your pussy clenched weakly around it on instinct, still sensitive, still reacting even now. Baran went slow, watching your face, her thumb brushing lightly over your hip like she was grounding you through it. “Easy,” she murmured softly. “I’ve got you, joonam.”
The last of it slipped free, and you let out a soft breath.
Baran shifted again right after, pulling it from herself just as slowly, her own breath catching a little before she let it go completely. She set it aside without much thought, her focus already back on you, her hand immediately returning to your body.
The moment the space between you was empty again, she moved closer instead, closing that distance in a different way. Your body felt heavier now, pleasantly tired, your limbs loose while your chest rose and fell more slowly. You could still feel her warmth, her skin slightly damp, her breathing uneven but already starting to calm.
Baran didn’t stay above you.
She dropped down beside you instead, her body sinking into the mattress while she reached for you immediately, pulling you into her arms without hesitation. You went easily, your body curling into her side, your head settling against her chest while her arm wrapped securely around you.
Her hand slid up your back slowly, fingers brushing in gentle strokes that felt grounding, soft, steady, completely different from earlier. You could hear her heartbeat now, feel it under your cheek, steadying you without even trying. “You okay?” she asked quietly, her voice softer now, careful again but warm.
You nodded against her.
“Yeah,” you whispered, your voice sleepy, a little wrecked but calm now. Your fingers curled lightly against her side, not gripping anymore, just resting there, tracing small shapes without thinking.
There was a pause, your breathing evening out while your body sank deeper into the warmth of her. “You were… really good,” you murmured after a second, words a little slow, a little soft like they were slipping out without effort. “I liked that side of you.”
Baran went still for half a heartbeat.
Then her arm tightened around you slightly.
“Yeah?” she asked quietly, something softer in her voice now.
You nodded again, pressing your cheek a little closer into her chest. “You didn’t hold back,” you said, voice barely above a whisper now.
“You were… rough, and you just took what you wanted. I didn’t know you could be like that.” A small, tired smile pulled at your lips even though she couldn’t fully see it. “I really liked it.”
Baran exhaled slowly.
Her hand kept moving along your back, but softer now, almost thoughtful.
“You asked for it,” she murmured, though her voice had lost that earlier edge, replaced with something quieter. Her fingers brushed gently through your hair now, pushing it back from your face.
“And you handled it pretty well,” she added, a faint warmth in her tone that felt like quiet praise. Then she leaned down, pressing another soft kiss into your hair, lingering there for a second longer.
The room felt quieter now.
Your body relaxed fully for the first time since everything started, your muscles loosening while your breathing evened out completely. Baran shifted slightly beneath you, adjusting just enough to make you more comfortable without letting you go.
Her arm stayed wrapped around you, holding you close, her hand still tracing slow, absent patterns along your back. You could feel the heat of her skin, the steady rhythm of her breathing, the way everything between you had settled into something calm and warm.
“We’ll shower later,” she said quietly after a moment.
Her voice sounded softer now, a little tired.
“But not right now,” she added, her hand still moving lazily over your skin. “Right now we’re just staying here.” You nodded faintly again, already drifting, your body sinking deeper into her. “Okay,” you whispered, your voice soft and slow, almost gone. Baran hummed quietly at that, her arm tightening slightly around you again.
“Get some sleep,” she murmured gently.
And you did.
Neither of you moved after that, just lying there tangled together, your breathing slowly syncing while the last of the tension faded into something quiet and steady.
Tags: babysitter!reader, implied insomnia (baran), yearning, fluff, tiny bit of angst, age gap (but no ages mentioned), reader is a college student, the author is (briefly) projecting, petnames, one use of yn
Summary: In the dead of night, you and Baran find momentary solace.
Word count: 2.3k
You're painfully aware of the fragile silence around you, and yet you still can't stop yourself from stifling a curse into the palm of your hand.
"What the ever-loving fuck," you mutter, eyes scanning the document on your laptop. You have four whole pages highlighted in red. Four pages of straight bullshit that your classmate wrote, so neatly—so completely—countering every single point you've made in half your shared essay. A laugh bubbles out of you at the sight. "What the fuck. People don't have fucking eyes anymore."
You feel a near-hysteric panic start to take hold of you, creeping in under your disbelief and silently wrapping tight fingers around your throat. They squeeze, and your mouth parts open for breath.
Your deadline is two days from now. You'd been pestering the asshole to finish his part for the past week, and, lo and behold, here it is—poor grammar, sixth-grade-level vocabulary, every word pulled out of his ass. You'd scrounged for all of the necessary references yourself. You'd divided the work, reiterated—multiple times—the structure of the paper, your thesis statement, the point each of you would be arguing—and yet.
You laugh again, your eyes hot with tears and the glare of your laptop screen. It's like you're frozen in time. You can't move, can't do anything but read the words on your screen, over and over.
Jesus fucking Christ. Amir could write you a better paper if you'd asked.
Your eyes are still stinging when you finally get yourself to look away. Exhaling, you close them and rub hard, trying to dispel the burn. Surely it's not too late to contact your professor. You're two days from the deadline, yes, but you'd finished your part weeks ago, and you have the proof in your document logs. And your text threads. You didn't work your ass off the entire semester for some fucking idiot loser—
You take a deep breath and sit up in your seat. The leather creaks around your movement, protesting the hours you've spent there. (God, how many has it been already?)
You don't even want to know.
You drain the last of your ice-cold tea and set your shoulders, cementing your decision with a nod of your head. Just as you're pulling up your student email, a sudden sound breaks the stillness you'd been sitting in.
Footsteps. Going down the stairs. You go still, eyes darting to the clock in the corner of your computer screen.
1:53.
Surely not Amir. The footsteps are too heavy. You crane your neck towards the door just in time to see Baran flinch as she shuffles into the kitchen, her eyes squinting against the bright lights. She raises up a hand to shield them, rasps out your name in a voice that has you shivering.
"Shit, sorry." You slip out of your seat and switch off the overhead lights, leaving only the warm, soft glow shining down on the stove top. "You okay? What are you doing up?"
Baran lowers her hand and blinks against the new light. It does her wonders, you notice, bathing her in gold, softening her features. Her scrunched brow loosens, the creases on her forehead smoothing out.
You fight against the urge to peek down where her robe has split open.
"I could ask you the same thing." She sighs, turning to the cupboards and grabbing a glass. Her eyes dart to your laptop on the counter. "Working?"
Trying to.
"Yep."
She fills her glass and takes a seat next to you. You allow yourself a closer look at her—not the thin, comfortable cut of her nightgown, but her face, the darkened half-circles under her eyes. Her hair is distinctly rumpled, frizzier than it was earlier, tight curls losing their shape; there's a weary exhaustion to the way she moves, controlled posture gone. She looks like she'd been fighting a war with sleep and lost miserably.
You're still staring as Baran takes a slow sip of her water. Her eyes flick to yours just as you raise your gaze from the glazed, wet shine of her lips.
"What are you working on?"
Jesus, you've never heard her voice like that. A little rough, grating. It chafes against your skin.
"Oh, just an essay. It's a joint project, unfortunately." You minimize the tab, bright white light zapping out into the darkness of your wallpaper. "More of a headache than it's worth."
Baran's eyes track across your face. "Looks like it's been giving you trouble."
You smile wryly. "Can you tell?"
"It shows on your face," she hums, entirely serious. "Here." She leans in closer and lightly grips your chin between her fingers, ghosts her thumb over the corner of your mouth. Then she trails it up, to the tail of your brow. "Here." A soft rub, her voice draping over your skin. "You hold a lot of tension here. In your body, in general. It's not good for you." She says softly, taking her hand back. Your throat is tight even after she settles into her seat and laces her fingers together, leaning her cheek against her knuckles, her eyes pinning you down despite their bleary exhaustion.
You wet your dry lips. "From a physiological perspective, or…?"
Her mouth quirks. She sits up straighter again, her robe whispering in the silence. "It starts in your muscles," she explains. "They lock up tight. Let that fester long enough and it'll start to give in to tension headaches, migraines." Again, her touch flutters over your skin. She lightly touches the hinge of your jaw, traces across, up, to your scalp, skates her fingers down to your shoulder.
You feel the breath hitch in your chest.
Baran gently presses down with her fingertips, as if testing for something. "All of this, just constantly squeezing around your head. Perfect pressure cooker." Her tone goes wry. "Never mind, of course, the damage to your digestive system, your cardiovascular and immune systems…"
"Yikes."
"Your body remembers everything that happens to it. It keeps score." She says quietly. Her smile fades, eyes sobering. "Nothing is worth it, Y/N. If it's at the cost of your health…" she shakes her head, "fuck it."
You briefly jolt, hearing her curse. It's far more attractive than it should be, a little raspy, the sound sharp from her teeth.
The words ring in your ears. Exhaling, you slump against the counter, eyes darting to your computer screen.
"It's not always that simple, Doc."
"I know, honey. But you come first." She squeezes your arm. Her touch is warm, the silk of her robe like water on your skin. You're in a strange limbo; you've gotten used to her touches, easy, comforting—motherly. Because you know that's how she means them. You're just a kid to her. Nearly two decades older than her son, yes, but all in all, a kid. She doesn't mean anything when she does this. You know she doesn't. Sometimes, you don't feel anything out of the ordinary when she does.
And sometimes, her touch is like a bolt of lightning through your skin.
You set your chin in your palm, her hand slipping away as you eye the exhaustion on her face. You've seen her tired. You know what she looks like when she's barely holding herself together at the seams.
"And do you follow that example?" Your voice is quieter than you mean for it to be.
Baran inhales, her chin dipping. "I try to." She says earnestly. "I don't always succeed, but…I try to not let it get too far out of my control."
Your laptop goes dark, stealing some of the light from her face. The shadowed half-moons stand out under her eyes, dragging harshly into the cool brown of her skin. Your chest tightens at the sight.
"So," you glide your fingertips over the smooth granite of the counter, "what's keeping you up?"
Baran's lips thin as she shrugs. Her eyes dip back down, her hands wrapping around her glass, fingers knitting together where they overlap. Here, on the island, you're further from the stove top light. There's just enough for you to see her gnaw on her lip, a small crease forming between her brows.
She doesn't often hold back. Hell, she's probably the most forthcoming person you've ever met. You don't expect her silence, but you sit in it, watching the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes in, out, rubbing her thumb along the length of the glass.
"It's a combination of things," she finally admits, surprising you. "I've…I have trouble sleeping, sometimes. I've struggled with it on and off since I was a kid."
You feel your mouth open and close, silence grabbing your throat. Jesus. You're horrible at comforting people. You never know what the situation calls for, what to say. If someone like Baran even needs it from someone like you, if she'd want, accept it.
You pick at your thumbnail, cringing as you settle on: "That must be exhausting."
Baran smiles at you, beautiful, exhausted, and you figure maybe you didn't fumble it so bad. "Sometimes. But," she gives your shoulder a little nudge, "having company is nice."
Your own brief smile falls away as you notice the heaviness of her eyelids. "How are you gonna go to work in the morning?" You ask softly.
Baran tucks some of her hair behind her ear. "I'll manage." She says, setting her cheek in her palm. Her mouth twists wryly. "I know it's a bit hypocritical of me after that whole"—she waves a hand—"spiel, but."
"C'mon," you murmur. "You're not exactly in a forgiving field."
"No." She agrees.
But she's only human. A 12 hour shift isn't anything easy on its own, but a single lapse in judgment, one overlooked mistake can result in a dead patient on her hands. The weight of it slams heavily onto your shoulders, dropping into your gut. It's laughable compared to a college project gone awry.
"Can't you at least go a little later?" You go back to picking at your thumbnail. "Or take the night shift for today or something?"
"I can't take the night shift," Baran exhales, quite docile. "And going later would mean having an attending stay overtime for me, which is…" she shrugs, shaking her head, "I'll manage. It's not anyone's fault but mine."
You frown. "It's not your fault if you can't help it."
She gives your hand a squeeze. "I'll be fine." Her voice is gentle.
You gnaw on your lip. The wheels turn in your head, a little slow with her too-close proximity, the skip of her thumb over your hand.
Finally, you ask, "You leave at 6:30?"
"6:15."
You nod, hook your thumb into hers, push away the regret you'll feel in the morning. "I'll take you tomorrow."
Her eyes soften. "Azizam, no."
"Yes." You insist.
"You don't even have classes tomorrow—"
"Exactly! I'll drop you off then go back home and crash, easy."
Baran frowns. "No."
"Yes. I'm setting my alarm, you can't stop me." You reach for your phone, but you stop when you see her purse her lips.
You know it's unwarranted, ridiculous, but her displeasure settles heavily in your stomach. Jesus, she'll be the death of you.
You put the phone down.
"Come on," you coax. "Is my driving really that bad?"
"You know that's not it."
Before you can think it through, you're wrapping your arms around her in a sideways hug, setting your chin on her shoulder like Amir does when he's begging for something particularly hard. "Please," you say quietly, giving her a little squeeze. "Just let me do it, Baran. I want to."
You realize you've fucked up when you find her mouth in your direct line of sight—and right below it, when you try to hide, the loose neckline of her nightgown. The swell of her chest. You only see a blur of freckles before you force your eyes up into hers—another mistake, Jesus, what even possessed you to do this—
Baran sighs, and you feel it go through you.
"Fine." She says reluctantly.
You beam and hurry to let go. She shakes her head at you, but you can tell there's no real heat to it.
"Excellent."
"In that case," her eyes dart to the clock on the oven, "are you going to bed?"
You nearly wince at the thought. You idly drag your fingertips over your laptop's mousepad, coaxing it awake. "I should, but I want to take care of a few things first. Gonna move over to the couch," you find yourself saying, "if you want to join me."
You tentatively look back at her. She pauses for a split second then nods, resigned.
It's somehow more still in the living room, but Baran lights the lamps, and the darkness shrinks back. The distance between you and the night shrinks, too. The warmth of her body is a tangible thing on the other end of the couch, a blur in the corner of your eyes as she lays down, sits up, discards her robe.
Your poor self control gives; you look up as she's tugging a blanket off of the back of the couch, not before she unfolds it and settles it over her bare legs, tugs it up to her chin.
Writing a simple email takes you a lot longer than it should. Your brain stutters through half of it, the words coming out clumsy and stiff—or not at all.
"I guess we can leave 6:30," Baran says suddenly. "If you're still intent on driving me."
You look up from your laptop, flashing her a grin where she has her face half buried into the cushions.
another thing i'm noticing while combing through s1: this isn't rlly old news but robby really is like. uniquely cruel to samira. she is the only person who he repeatedly tells that she might not "have what it takes" to be an er doctor and has evidently complained about her so many times that when he DOES say something nice about her, dana's response is "never thought i'd see the day when you'd wish for more samiras" like that is insane
and the thing is that his criticism isn't even remotely justified. literally none of the other characters agree with any of the things he complains about. collins thinks that samira's thoughtfulness is one of her strengths and she tells robby that he's just breaking down her confidence. in s2 al-hashimi points out that he literally loses basic human empathy when he's speaking to her. there's part of the script floating around somewhere that didn't make it into s1, but it's during the morning handoffs and robby says something about samira and abbott responds, "she's smarter than all of us." which is like yeah mohabbot crumbs etc etc but also do you know how crazy your bullshit needs to be for another white man to call you out like robby is just insanely vile to her for no reason 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Submissive!Baran Al-Hashimi x younger!Dom!fem! reader. Baran thinks she'll be the one taking the lead in the bedroom because of her age, but the reader takes the lead greedily. Baran gets to shake on the readers fingers while the make out. 🩷
The reader constantly checking in to make sure it's good. "You like that? This feels good? Ohhhh I can tell you loved that. What's that? Speak up, I need to know what you want~."
who is in control?
baran al hashimi x fem!reader
desc : baran, who expected to take the lead, is shocked to find out that you, her younger co-worker, are the one in charge - 0.9k
you and baran walk into the small apartment of yours, quick and unsteady, driven by the excitement of one another. baran can’t wait to get her hands on her beautiful younger co-worker, taking you in as you close the door behind her. she reaches for your arm, aiming to pin you to the wall, however, you beat her to it.
before she could process what happened, her wrists were pinned above her head and your body pressed directly against hers. she inhaled sharply, shocked by your action. you gazed intensely in her deep brown eyes, swiping a stray curl away from her face, giving you a clear view of her. you leaned closer, baran’s lips separated instantly, like her body knew to embrace you already.
“already so desperate for me, aren’t you?” you mused at her. she stammered, “i-i thought i was~”
“what? the one in control here? wrong. i wanna make you feel good. i know you feel it, the desire to give up control for me, to be good for me.”
baran crashed her lips against yours, greedily pushing her tongue into your mouth, wanting to taste every inch of you. her mouth was insatiable, kissing you roughly, biting your lower lip hard enough to leave a bruise later.
one of your hands made it’s way to her breasts, groping them over her tank top. baran moaned at the feeling, pulling away from you, freeing her hands from your hold above her head, and pulling off her tank top to reveal her elegant black bra. you planted kisses along her collar bone while reaching to unhook her bra, freeing her perfect breasts. you sucked her nipple into your mouth, bathing in the sounds of her whimpers while you fondled the other in your free hand.
baran pulled your hair, taking you away from her nipple and back up to her lips, making you kiss her forcefully once again. her breathing had become heavy, her chest rapidly rising and falling. “what is it, baran? what do you need?” you said, whispering in her ear, “do you want me to make you feel good? make you a good girl for me?”
her face fell against your shoulder as you felt her nod against you.
“i want to hear you say it, baby. i wanna hear you tell me how much you need this, need me.”
baran went quiet for a moment, overwhelmed with need. “ineedyou” you heard her mumble into you.
“what was that? speak up. i can’t give you what you need if i can’t understand you.” your tone, though slightly condescending, made baran soak her underwear further, making her realise how untouched she was in the one place she needed it most. she spoke louder now, unable to hold herself back any longer “i~ fuck. i need you. please let me feel you inside, please?”
you smiled at her, “good girl, it seems you do know how to use your words.”
you slid your hands down her figure, stroking the curve of her hips before unbuttoning her jeans, swiftly pulling them down to her ankles. after helping her out of them, you reached back up to baran’s panties. they matched the bra you had discarded earlier, black and soft. you ran your fingertips along the edge of the fabric, watching as she shudders for your touch.
your hand slipped under her panties, fingers finding her throbbing clit, rubbing small, maddening circles against her. baran twitched, desperate and impatient.
your fingers dipped lower, plunging deep into her wet, needy hole. baran closed her eyes, letting out a louder moan than either of you expected. you latched your mouth onto one of her hard nipples again, intensifying her pleasure.
your fingers worked her open, your brutal pace giving her exactly what she craved. when your fingers curved, hitting that spot that made her drip, baran bit down on your shoulder in an attempt to silence how pathetic the sounds that came out of her were.
her words became slurred, entwined with whimpers. she tried to say how good you felt, how close she was, how scandalous she felt being fucked dumb by someone so much younger than her, but the words were too big to face. she simply grinded herself further against your hand, encouraging you to make her cum.
luckily for her, you took the hint, pounding your fingers in her pussy.
“ready to cum so soon? guess you really did just want to be my good girl.” you teased, “do it. cum for me, baran.”
she clenched around you, her legs shaking in anticipation. she could hardly breathe, overwhelmed by her need for release. when she came, her mouth fell wide open yet no sound reached her. her vision was blurry. all she could feel was you. it was perfect.
you slowly slid your fingers out of her, careful of how sensitive she had become for you.
baran tugged your face to hers, her half-lidded eyes staring deeply into yours before pulling you into a greedy kiss. you pulled back from her for a moment, swiping her cum from your fingers to her lips before continuing. she moaned at the taste of herself, kissing you even harder, despite her tired body wanting to collapse against you.
your arms wrapped around her, keeping her steady. “let’s get you some water, yeah? you look thirsty.”
“you’re so beautiful.” you heard her say lightly before you headed off to the kitchen.
Summary : Cassie McKay has had her eye on Robby’s girlfriend (sugar baby) since she first saw you. When she catches him ignoring you at a gala, she can’t stop herself from intervening.
Warnings / Tags : (18 +) Robby’s sugar baby!reader, cheating, Robby slander (<3), oral (r!receiving), orgasm denial (r!receiving), semi-public sex, butch (sorta leaning futch)!Cassie, use of y/n (but only once i swear)
Notes : been on a Cassie McKay kick recently… need this butch actually
(also i’m working on getting to reqs rn if anyone left one and was wondering 💗)
Cassie swallows hard when she sees you. Robby’s young, way-too-beautiful-for-him date, wearing a short black dress with sequin details, fabric dipped so low in the back McKay almost thinks you’re asking for her hands on your skin. She has to clench her drink tighter in her hand just to resist the urge to go over there and pull you away.
She met you for the first time four months ago. When you came into the ED because Robby forgot his badge. He’d pulled you aside, talked in a low voice, barely squeezed your arm as a thank you before darting back to work. Cassie noticed. She noticed how he treated you like a secret until it was convenient for him to show you off. She noticed how, that day, you lingered in the ED for a few minutes too long with a dejected look in your eyes, hoping Dr. Robinavitch might take a break from his patients for five seconds for his… girlfriend? Sugar baby? Whatever. She’d even noticed how your expression immediately shifted back into something calm and collected when Cassie had come over, arms crossed, eyes slightly narrowed.
“Hey… everything okay over here?”
“Hm? Yeah. Fine. Sorry. I’m not a patient.” You’d laughed softly, given her a sheepish smile. Cassie couldn’t have held back the look of amusement on her face if she tried.
“I know. You’re Robby’s…” She paused, eyebrows raising just a bit as she shifted on her heels, waiting for you to fill it in.
“Girlfriend. Or, uh, we’re dating.”
“…Right. Okay. Well, he’s—“ She’d looked around. No Robby in sight. “Busy. But I'm sure he’ll be done soon. Maybe you want to wait in the staff lounge for a bit?”
You paused for a moment. That’s when Cassie had caught the conflicted look in your eyes back again. Like you wanted to wait… but maybe knew he wasn’t coming. “No. It’s fine.” You’d muttered, shaking your head as if you were shaking off the thought. Then you looked at her with a soft, slightly sad smile. “Thank you. It was nice to finally meet one of his colleagues.”
“Yeah. Likewise…” Cassie’s smile had barely widened, her head tilting to the side as she’d slid her hands from being crossed, into the pockets of her hoodie. “You never actually told me your name.” She pointed out, trying to sound casual, like this was just a coworker casually wanting to know more about her friend’s life.
“Oh, yeah, right! I'm Y/n.”
“Cassie McKay.” She nodded to you, taking a moment before speaking again. “You should come around again sometime. I’m sure the ED could use someone who isn’t totally miserable around for a day. Robby could probably use it.”
The way your smile had widened made Cassie’s heart skip a beat. That never happened.
“Yeah. Maybe.”
Then you’d waved and walked off. That was it. Just that small interaction and, all of a sudden, Cassie couldn’t get you off her mind.
Alas, those four months passed and Cassie never saw you around the ED. Tonight was the first time since then. And now you’re here, as Michael’s arm candy, looking around while he gets caught up in some conversation about hospital billing or whatever. And Cassie just watches as he totally ignores you. Because of course.
She’s just about ready to give up the staring when you look over your shoulder and catch her eye. Just as a smile begins to spread on your face, Cassie has to fight to keep hers neutral. Then you break away from Robby… and start walking over to her. She can’t keep the small, almost smug grin off of her face. Partially because you’re finally leaving Robby’s side, partially because you’re specifically leaving to come to her.
“Hey, Cassie, right? We met a few months ago when I visited the hospital?” You say with a warm smile, champagne flute in hand.
“Yeah. I remember you.” She says as she takes a sip of her drink, trying to play it casual. “You look nice.” Cassie motions to the dress with a nod. “Nice” is an understatement but she doesn’t particularly want to say “you look incredibly hot” to a girl who she’s only met once and who is probably at least 15 years younger than her.
“Thank you!” You smile even more brightly at her and Cassie catches her own smile widening too. “You look amazing.”
Cassie does in fact, look amazing. Her tailored black suit, the slightly messy red curls, it all makes her look absolutely stunning. But it’s the way you say it, making it somehow so clear that amazing isn’t just some shallow compliment for when you don’t know what to say, gets Cassie’s heart to skip a small beat.
“Thanks.”
Cassie clears her throat, taking a sip of her drink as she tries to reel herself back into acting normal. But then she gets a glance of Robby. Who is still talking? Like he didn’t even notice you were gone. Her jaw tenses. “Robby’s…” She pauses, searching for some way to say this other than “acting like an inattentive dick right now”… “Pretty busy, huh?”
“Yeah. He’s always busy at these things, trying to find donors for the hospital… you know how it is.” There’s a smile on your face as you look over to Robby, yet a very obvious sadness in your tone when you talk about him being busy.
Cassie narrows her eyes, turning to look at you. “That doesn’t mean he has an excuse to ignore his girlfriend.” She sounds more pissed off than she meant to. Oops.
“He’s not ignoring me. He’s just busy.”
“Just busy my ass.” Cassie snorts a laugh as she takes a sip of her drink. “You’re a beautiful girl, you’re sweet. You deserve better treatment than that.”
That slips out before Cassie can really think about it. She says it casually, like it’s the obvious truth that you deserve better than Robby.
“Our relationship works for both of us. We’re not really—I don’t expect that kind of special treatment from him. It’s mutually beneficial.” You try to shrug it off, taking a sip of your own champagne.
“Mutually beneficial?” Now Cassie’s tone is much, much more frustrated than she means. She can’t help it. “What, is he paying you to be his arm candy?”
Cassie, of course, immediately notices the way you pause before answering. Oh. So maybe her sugar baby guess wasn’t far off.
“I need the money. It’s easy.” You shrug, taking a large sip of your drink as if it’ll distract you from the conversation.
Cassie lets the space between you fall silent for a moment, her eyes on you. You’ve opened up to her, given a little piece of information that only makes her inexplicable frustration with Robby more palpable. She doesn’t want to mess this up.
“You could find someone else.” She proposes suddenly, shoving one of her hands into her pocket. “Like maybe someone who wouldn’t treat you like shit.”
Cassie McKay is… jealous? When she says “someone else,” the image of you and her together, her hand resting on the small of your back, rubbing circles against the skin there at a party just like this one, actually paying attention to you, suddenly pops into her head. She is, for some reason, ready to curse Robby out for this girl she’s only known for a few hours at the most.
“It’s not exactly easy to find someone who is willing to help pay your college tuition just for being with them.” You interrupt her thoughts by saying that, eyes fixed on Robby across the room. Like this is your only option.
“I would.”
The words slip out before Cassie even thinks about what she’s saying. That seems to happen a lot around you. But she doesn’t get all embarrassed, doesn’t take it back. She just goes quiet, taking a sip of her drink, eyes fixed on you. When you turn to make eye contact with her, cheeks heating up, eyes wide—clearly you’re picturing it too—Casie just stares back.
“You could leave Robby. Go on a date with me.” She shrugs, finally looking back to the party, playing it totally cool. Like she’s not dropping this bomb on you. “A real date. Just us. No fancy gala.”
“What? I- are you serious?”
“Have I not made it clear that I think you’re too good for Robby yet?” Cassie asks rhetorically, a twinge of sarcasm in her tone as she runs a hand through her hair. “I could treat you better.”
The look on your face actually makes Cassie smile a little. She was trying to be serious, but you look absolutely adorable with that flush blooming across your cheeks. Acting in yet another impulse—maybe she’s just learned to be bold enough to go for what she wants at this point—she reaches up and gently cups your jaw, brushing a thumb over your cheek.
Now it’s your turn to act on an impulse. You lean in quickly, pressing your lips against McKay’s in a gentle, chaste kiss. For the brief moment your lips are against hers… she kisses you back. Then you pull away. Cassie is left with an even bigger smile on her face.
“You know Robby could have seen that, right?
“I don’t care.”
Something flutters in Cassie’s chest at your tone. She lets out a small, almost disbelieving laugh at how fast you’ve switched up—and all it took was her proposing a real date. She feels something she hasn’t felt in a long ass time. Desire. Palpable and warm, stirring low in her stomach already. She takes a deep breath as she sets her drink down on a nearby table. The hand that had been holding it moves up to your waist, fingers brushing the small of your back just like she had imagined when she first saw you tonight. She gently tugs you in closer to her, voice lowering conspicuously.
“I’m going to take that as a yes?” She asks lowly, almost teasingly.
You nod, a smile spreading on your face as you finish off the last of your champagne and set it on the same table as her glass. “Yes.”
Cassie’s smile widens, something rarely unguarded for her. “Good.” She’s about to lean into another kiss when she remembers where they are. In the middle of a gala. Surrounded by her coworkers. Plenty of people who know exactly who you came here with. She glances around, jaw clenching slightly as she thinks. Then an idea flickers in her head. Her eyes light up a little as they snap back to you. “How good are you at keeping quiet?”
Cassie presses you against the bathroom door as it shuts behind you two. Her hands plant on your hips, only letting go to quickly lock the door. She kisses you deeply and desperately, like she’s savoring this moment, savoring the taste of you. One hand slides up to cradle your face, keeping your lips moving against hers with no space between you two. She holds you like Robby never had. Like you’re something precious.
Cassie’s lips begin to trail down your neck with slow, almost needy kisses, covering any of the bare skin of your neck in the faint lipstick she is (was) wearing. It feels as if she’s trying to make it abhorrently clear: you’re hers. Not Robby’s sugar baby. Her date. The thought running through her head causes Cassie to let out a rough groan against your neck, hands tightening where they rest on your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to her. She hasn’t done this in years. Probably not even since Harrison was born. It only makes her more desperate to have you.
“I could make you feel… so much better than Robby.”
She mumbles against your neck, breathing heavier and her voice an even lower rasp than usual.
“Can I?”
This time, she pulls away, looking at your flushed face, how your chest heaves. She doesn’t lean in and kiss you again. Not yet. She waits for you to let her take this a step further. Your little nod is her cue.
She kisses you deeply again, both hands coming up to cradle your face now. When she breaks away, she doesn’t waste a single second.
You watch with heavy breaths as Cassie moves, kisses trailing down your neck, hands sliding down to your thighs, pushing your dress up. She couldn’t care less if it wrinkles. She’ll worry about that later. Now, all she wants is to taste you.
Cassie is on her knees before you know it—hands on your thighs, lips leaving desperate kisses against the soft, plush skin. Without forcing or guiding, your hand moves to tangle into her red, messy hair. She glances up at you as she feels the soft tug, you anchoring yourself to her. A grin spreads on her face.
“Good girl. You’ll probably need it.”
She mutters teasingly as she begins pushing your dress up higher, until she sees the lacey fabric of your panties. Expensive looking. Probably a gift from Robby. The thought makes her scoff. Immediately, she hooks her fingers into the waistband and tears them down your thighs, letting them drop to the floor. For a long moment, she just stares. Her eyes fix on your pussy like it’s the most perfect thing she’s seen in months.
Cassie doesn’t start slow. No, her hands anchor on your thighs, keeping the dress pushed up as she licks a stripe from your dripping entrance to your already sensitive clit. Her tongue flicks the sensitive bud, a low moan sending vibrations against you as your hand gently tightens in her hair. Her hands grip your thighs harder, tugging herself against you, giving her a better angle to eat your pussy like a starved woman.
Her tongue works expertly. No matter how long it’s been, it’s a skill Cassie could never forget. She switches from long, flat-tongued licks through your folds, to teasing, deliciously overwhelming licks against your pulsing clit. She eats you out like she’s worshipping your cunt, tongue pushing into you just to taste you more.
Every time you moan, your hand tightens in her hair or your thighs twitch, Cassie responds with a low moan against you and licks against your pussy with even more desperate determination than before. She watches for every little reaction. So, when your hips start bucking up against her face, pushing her nose against your clit perfectly while she licks through your cunt, she knows you’re close.
But she’s not done.
“Don’t cum. Not until I say so.”
Her voice is a rough rumble against you. And she doesn’t even stop licking you to mutter her command. Her lips quirk up into a smile when she hears you whine, feels your hips buck against her face. She responds by grabbing your hips tighter, pinning them to the door.
You feel as if you can barely hold on after just a few moments of trying to hold back your orgasm. You can’t stop your thighs from shaking, hips grinding against her face with desperate intensity. Cassie just continues tasting you, licking up as much as you slick as she can. Her nose nudges your clit—just enough pressure to keep you from cumming, but enough to get you so fucking close—while her tongue pushes into your dripping entrance again. Even when you tug her hair and whine, she doesn’t let up. She stays attached to your cunt, unwilling to stop licking you until you feel so good, you won’t even be able to think about Robby anymore.
“Cassie— I- I need to cum. Please.”
You whine, moans turning even more needy than before. Cassie groans against your pussy, movements ceasing for just a second to look up at you, at your flushed cheeks, your parted, kiss-swollen lips. That’s what gets her. She nods against you as she dives back in.
“Cum on me.”
She murmurs right against your cunt as she goes back to licking with even faster, messier licks and kisses. Not having to hold back your release anymore, you feel yourself reaching your high within a few pushes of her tongue into your sopping pussy. Your head falls back against the door, hand tightening in her hair as she works you though your orgasm, tongue slowing as you cum on her.
She pulls away when you’re done shaking around her, forehead resting against your thigh, lips pressing softly against your skin.
“You’re perfect.” She murmurs, voice low and laced with something almost worshipful.
She stands slowly, guiding your panties back up as she goes. Her eyes remain fixed on yours, a little smile stuck on her lips. As soon as she’s face to face with you, she wipes your slick from her face with the back of her hand—an effortlessly sexy move, because of course—and leans in to kiss you again.
“Break up with Robby.” She mutters against your lips before pulling away just enough to look at you. “Then I'll take you on a proper date, okay?”
Her thumb gently wipes at the faint lipstick marks left on your neck, carefully helping you clean up so no one at the gala suspects anything.
You nod quickly. “Yeah.”
Cassie’s grin widens. “Good.”
And with one more quick kiss, you’re slipping back out to the party, arm in arm with Robby… already planning out how you’ll end things.
Cassie slips out a minute later, casually joining a conversation with Samira and Dana.
“Well, someone looks chipper. What, you finally get laid or something?” Dana asks with teasing sarcasm as Cassie approaches—still with that wide grin.
“Something like that.” Cassie murmurs as she sticks her hands into her suit pockets, her eyes immediately finding you from across the room. Her smile widens just a bit.
I desperately need more medical play Baran 🥹🥹 por favor
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐈
— 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
baran who is completely obsessed with examining your pussy like it’s the most fascinating thing she’s ever studied. spreading your thighs apart beneath bright bedside lighting while gloved fingers carefully part your slick folds just so she can quietly murmur observations to herself in that calm doctor voice. “swollen.” “very sensitive today.” “excessive wetness.” meanwhile your pussy is literally clenching around nothing from embarrassment alone while baran watches with dark amused eyes.
baran who loves making you sit on the bathroom counter completely bare from the waist down while she slowly snaps gloves over her hands and asks clinical little questions that make your stomach flip. “where does it hurt?” “show me where you need attention.” “is the patient experiencing sensitivity?” and she says all of it while staring directly at your pussy already glistening between your thighs.
baran who absolutely loves how your pussy reacts to cold medical tools. the metal of a stethoscope brushing against your inner thighs. cool lubricant spread carefully over her fingers before she pushes them slowly inside you. even the chill of alcohol wipes against sensitive skin makes your hips twitch while she calmly tells you to “stay still during the examination.”
baran who keeps nipple clamps inside a sterilized little container beside the bed and acts completely casual about it like they’re actual medical instruments. she loves clipping them onto your nipples slowly while watching your face twist from the sting, dark eyes flicking between your boobs and your soaked pussy while she quietly asks “too much pressure?” even though she already knows you love it.
baran who's obsessed with how wet your pussy gets during “routine examinations.” she’ll spread you open with gloved fingers and genuinely pause for a second just to stare at the slick coating her fingertips. then she’ll glance up at you with the faintest smirk and softly say “patient appears extremely responsive today.”
baran who fingers you with unbearable patience. slow at first. clinical almost. one gloved finger pushing carefully into your pussy while she watches every little reaction on your face like she’s monitoring symptoms. then another finger. stretching you open slowly while your pussy clenches desperately around her hand and your thighs tremble against clean white sheets beneath you.
baran who curls her fingers inside your pussy just right and immediately recognises the reaction. your hips jerking upward. breathing catching. pussy tightening hard around her fingers while she calmly murmurs “there it is” under her breath like she just confirmed a diagnosis.
baran who absolutely loses composure when she makes you cum during “exams.” she tries so hard to stay professional while your pussy spasms around her fingers and slick drips down onto the sheets, but the second you start whining and shaking beneath her she’s groaning quietly under her breath and gripping your thighs harder.
baran who loves vibrator “assistance” during examinations. pressing a wand vibrator against your clit while slowly fingering your pussy open with her other hand, watching your entire body shake from overstimulation while she calmly reminds you to “breathe through it.”
baran whose obsessed with using spreader bars or soft restraints because she likes having full access to your body while she “works.” she loves the visual of your thighs forced apart while your pussy twitches helplessly every time her gloved fingers brush against it.
baran who definitely uses a speculum on you once just because she knows how much the visual will affect both of you. your pussy spread open while she watches slickness gather between your folds with visibly shaky breathing despite how calm she tries acting.
baran whose secretly addicted to the sounds your pussy makes during exams. wet slick noises every time her fingers thrust deeper into you. the way your pussy clenches audibly around her fingers when she rubs your clit at the same time. she genuinely thinks it’s the prettiest sound in the world.
baran who loves edging you during examinations because she wants to “properly assess patient response.” bringing you right to orgasm with gloved fingers and toys before stopping completely while your pussy throbs and clenches desperately around nothing.
baran who makes you “pay” for her services afterward. she’ll sit back against the headboard still wearing partially rolled gloves while calmly informing you that your consultation requires compensation. meanwhile you’re still shaking from orgasm while baran spreads her thighs and watches you crawl between them.
baran whose pussy gets ridiculously wet from all of this despite how composed she acts. she loves when you finally pull her underwear aside and realise how soaked she is after spending an hour pretending to stay professional. her thighs twitch immediately the second your mouth or fingers touch her because she’s been holding herself back the entire time.
baran who loves having her pussy eaten out after an “exam” because she likes the contrast of finally losing control herself. one hand tangled tightly in your hair while she pants softly above you, still half trying to keep composure while her pussy grinds desperately against your mouth.
baran who still turns aftercare into part of the roleplay. checking your pulse while you lay limp beside her. cleaning slick from your thighs with warm washcloths. carefully unclipping nipple clamps while kissing each nipple afterward to soothe the sting. asking “pain level?” every few minutes while secretly looking completely in love with you.
ex wife!baran who won’t admit that she secretly misses you and is still in love with you.
ex wife!baran who will show up randomly at your house and will say that she’s there to see the kids but really—she just misses you.
ex wife!baran who spoils the kids despite you telling her not to.
“come on, azizam. the divorce is already hard on them. let me buy them the trampoline, please.” she begs with that soft voice you always give into.
ex wife!baran who buys the trampoline so she can build it as an excuse to be at your house and see you.
ex wife!baran who will tell you that she has a date just to see how you’ll react (you don’t give a shit).
ex wife!baran who gets jealous when a mom flirts with you at your sons baseball game.
ex wife!baran who tries to act nonchalant when asking if you gave the mom your number.
“so.. you guys are gonna go have drinks later?” she says flatly, her arms over her chest as she stares ahead, pretending not to be bothered.
“why do you care, baran?” you ask her with irritation in your voice. “i don’t. i don’t.” she replies back, clearly jealous.
ex wife!baran who tries to convince you to try and work things out but you decline—not because you don’t love her anymore but because you’re scared it won’t work out.
ex wife!baran who calls you in the middle of the night crying because she misses you and the way things were.
ex wife!baran who secretly meets with you when the kids are at their grandparents house.
ex wife!baran who straps you down so good.
ex wife!baran who loves to be called daddy. she doesn’t know why but whenever she hears you moaning that out loud it takes her over the edge.
“oh my—daddy!” you moan out loud. baran fucking you from the back, thrusting so fast you could tell she’s close. “azizam..” she groans. you turn back to look at her, her head thrown back, lips slightly apart.
ex wife!baran who finally convinces you to try again after sneaking around for months.
a/n: sorry if this sucked, this is my first time writing!!
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