Summary: You have a crush on both your attending, Baran Al-Hashimi, and the resident/person you look up to, Cassie McKay. So when your ride bails at the last minute, you take it as a blessing in disguise.
Warnings, age gaps, power imbalance, crushing, car sex, oral (R!receiving), multiple orgasms, strap use (R!receiving), exhibitionism, pet names (sweet girl, baby, filthy girl), praise, degradation, threesome(?) MEN AND MINORS GETTT OUTTT
a/n: GUYS, I literally don't know what this is, but I wanted to at least get SOMETHING out of my drafts, so I finished this up, cleaned it up a little bit, and I hope you guys like it :)
You’ve had enough trouble trying not to dream about your mentor that it’s affected your daily life, but now, Dr Baran Al-Hashimi has made a permanent addition to the team, and you’re having to bite your fist after every interaction with them.
Now, you’re having wet dreams every night. You’ll wake up in a cold sweat, gripping your bed sheets and feeling the arousal between your legs. So you’ll ultimately grab your toy or, in desperate measures, simply your hand, and try to quell the ache.
Somehow your idiot brain had decided: Yes. Both. What an excellent idea.
So now you were trapped in your own personal nightmare every shift.
Because apparently one unattainable woman wasn’t enough.
Thankfully, you got the lucky end of the stick, and it’s just been talking to one of them one-on-one, not both. If you did talk to them at the same time, your ovaries would probably explode. However, you knew that luck had to eventually run out, and you would be sanctioned between the two brunettes at one point or another.
You sat hunched at one of the computer desks near the center station, eyes dry, shoulders aching, fingers mechanically typing through patient summaries while trying not to think about how badly your brain wanted to just completely shut down. The screen glowed harshly against your face, reflecting in tired eyes, while unfinished charts kept stacking up.
“Do you think they’ll let me join?” Trinity asks you, sighing as she plants her elbow on the counter where you’re charting.
“Um, what?” You reply, not looking away from the computer screen.
“Dr. Al and McKay.” She clarifies, and that finally gets your eyes to pull away. She stole a packet of crackers from your desk and pointed casually across the department.
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh, come on! They’re so fucking.”
“Who, Trinity? I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
You have to hold back a laugh. “Are you saying this because Yolanda stood you up for the 4th time this week?”
Trinity shoots you a glare. “No.”
“Are you sure they’re even together? I mean, they barely interact as it is.” You take a break from your charting to squint your eyes, trying to rid the blue light from them before turning to look where Trinity is.
“People hooking up at work never act obvious.” Trinity leaned closer. “You think they’d survive the gossip if they were obvious?”
You frowned, glancing toward where Cassie was crossing between trauma bays with a chart in hand. Her hair was pulled back messily, exhaustion visible even from here, but she still somehow looked unfairly pretty under hospital lighting.
Baran emerged from the opposite hallway at almost the exact same moment. The two passed each other with barely a glance, barely even a pause. But then Cassie smiled. It was tiny and quick, but a smile all the same, and Baran smiled back.
“They’re so fucking.” Trinity reiterates.
“I think they hate each other and are just being nice.” You shrug, before your eyes go back to Baran, and your soul nearly evacuates your body. “Go away,” you hissed at Trinity.
She grinned. “Oh, she caught you staring.”
Trinity laughed while pushing herself out of the chair. “Good luck, chart monkey. Whatever. They’re fucking, and I know it.” She huffs before tapping the counter and walking off to find another case or something. What the hell was she talking about? Baran and Cassie together?
They barely give one another a second glance when walking side by side or past each other. You shake your head, trying to take another crack at charting before you drop your head to your shoulder and close your eyes.
“Need something?” Her voice comes right beside your ear, and you’re jumping in your seat.
“No! No, I’m…” You fumbled for a grip on the voice recorder. “No, see. I’m charting.” She gave you a single, slow nod.
Al-Hashimi gave you a one-over as she walked past. “Smart girl.”
Your lips couldn’t help but curl into a smile. She swallowed, throat suddenly dry, eyes trailing Baran’s smooth pace until she was out of your line of vision. That woman made you sweat a little.
You never minded when she told you you were doing well. Cassie would say the same thing. Great job’s and Good work’s were often her cup of tea. While Baran would call you ‘smart girl’ and all of that good stuff. It felt good. Anyone would like it, you try to tell yourself every night as you lie awake, staring at your ceiling. It meant a lot for a mentor to say that, but an attending as well? Wow.
“Wow,” Cassie’s voice also makes you jump as she takes the spot next to you. “You’ve been going at this for how long now?”
“I don’t know.” You swallow, shaking your head. She smells good. It’s not anything in particular, but she just has a certain scent to her. Maybe it’s the laundry soap she uses. You’re too nervous to tell her that, so instead, you groan so you don’t have to look at her anymore because you physically can’t. “Baran’s been terrorizing me all day.”
Cassie laughed softly. “Terrorizing?” and that laugh is like music to your ears.
“She keeps appearing out of nowhere to make sure I’m working.”
“I mean…I- yeah.” You sigh, your eyes scanning over the words you’ve been typing over and over and over again. Name of the patient, Gender of the patient, Pronouns of the patient. You’ve filled in the same boxes at least fifty times today, and you have about three more until you’re taking up a stall in the bathroom and bawling your eyes out.
“I thought you were charting.”
“Jesus!” Your hand flies over your heart at the sudden now two familiar voices. Dr. Al-Hashimi is standing behind you, looking over your shoulder, her eyes moving over every line of your report. “Do you do that on purpose?” you question.
“I am. I-I’m charting. I’m just…I just needed a break, and then Dr. McKay needed something-”
“No, I didn’t.” She leans back in the chair, not helping you out one bit as she crosses her arms over that damn zip-up hoodie she always seems to be wearing. Baran was relentless. Fucking relentless. Didn’t she have anything better to do? Like, go track down another resident and get on their ass about their charting? Why YOU specifically, you’ll never understand.
And now Baran was doing that thing where she scans her eyes all over you, like some sort of robot. It always made you shift on your feet, trying to avoid her eye contact, but wherever your eyes went, hers followed.
And now, she’s tilting her head purposefully to force her graze against yours. And then she’s looking at the clock on the nearby wall.
“Yes. Y-yeah. A break to…think about my patients, of course.”
Baran’s eyes narrowed. “Mmm.” She slowly pulled her head back, a playful smile on her lips.
Dr. McKay isn’t helping at all. She’s just sitting there, watching the whole interaction, chin in her palm, eyes jumping from one to the other as you two take turns talking. You inhaled a shaky breath and tightened your jaw.
“Come on, Dr. Al-Hashimi, I’ve been doing this all day.” You tried to reason with her, begging her just to let you rest your head for a second. You would do charting all night if she asked you two, but you just needed a second. You dropped your head dramatically onto the desk. “Can’t I just have a break for one second?” you groaned into your arms. “Please?”
The night crew was already here. Robby had been chatting with Abbot since he arrived, and Shen was drinking another Dunkin’ Donuts coffee and had thankfully bought you one, which you had completely forgotten about until just now.
In all honesty, you know you shouldn’t have snapped like that, but it’s gotten to a point where, between dealing with difficult patients, her, and doing endless charting all day, you’re completely wound up. Your eyes feel so tired that you can’t keep your eyelids open anymore.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then you looked up. And it was a big mistake. Because both Cassie and Baran were staring at you. It hit you that this is your worst nightmare. You, Cassie, and Baran. Both of them staring at you, and you staring back, helpless.
Now, honestly, you would’ve pictured it differently, probably in one of their beds, but this is good enough. However, the anxiety begins to creep in, the nerves. You feel your body begin to sweat, and you try to keep at least one person’s eye contact. Your hands fiddle with the hem of your scrubs, and you feel your mouth go dry.
“Fine,” she said, “Finish up and go home.”
Your eyes, once downcast, now look up at her. “Seriously?”
She grants you a smile. “Yes.”
“Like seriously, seriously?”
You almost feel like dropping to the floor and kissing the ground at her feet. “Thank you, Dr. Al-Hashimi.”
“You’re welcome.” She then walks away, disappearing again, but you know she won’t be out of sight for too long. Your fingers start typing on the keys, and you have a newfound motivation to complete, or maybe it’s finally the caffeine kicking in from your watered-down latte.
By the time you were finally finished, your body felt held together by caffeine and the pure spite to just get home and prove to yourself that you can handle it. However, and unfortunately for you, your night goes from bad to worse.
You stretched your aching shoulders and checked your phone while walking toward the staff exit. The person who was supposed to drive you home had texted fifteen minutes earlier.
Car trouble. Can’t make it. Sorry :(.
You had to hold back a scream, clamping your teeth down on your knuckles as you stared at the message in somewhat disbelief.
“Everything okay?” the voice came beside you, and it had you turning. Cassie stood nearby, pulling on her jacket while Baran adjusted the strap of her bag beside her. Wow. Even after a twelve-hour shift, they still somehow looked amazing. You, on the other hand, were probably worse for wear.
You were getting nervous again. They both were staring at you, eyes trailing over you completely. Come on. Put on your big girl pants. You sighed, holding the phone up. “My ride bailed.”
Cassie frowned immediately. “Seriously?”
“Apparently, their car died.”
Baran glanced toward the darkness and made a somewhat displeased hissing sound. “It’s late.”
“I know.” You rubbed your face tiredly. “I’ll just call an Uber or something. Or walk home at this point.”
Because you really wouldn’t mind it. You’ve done it before plenty of times after plenty of late-night shifts. You had felt safe every time, so honestly, what difference is this one going to make? It would probably be faster to do it as well, as you wouldn’t have to scroll to the Uber app on your phone, click it, place a ride, pick a good driver, wait for them, and then have an awkward conversation the whole way to your apartment.
“We can take you home,” the sentence breaches your tired thoughts, and you’re looking up from your screen.
“What?” is the best answer you can come up with in the moment. Surely you’re dead right? And this is heaven? You don’t know what you did in your short, however many years of life to deserve a scenario like this, but you sure are grateful. Now you’re sure that something is amiss, but you want to be sure, and decide to play it hard.
“It’s not a problem,” Cassie said easily. “We’re heading that direction anyway.”
You looked immediately at Baran for confirmation. “Don’t you both live in the opposite direction?” She gave a small nod. “That’s not necessary,” you said weakly. “I really can just walk, I promise. I really don’t live that far.”
“Come on. It’s cold out, and it seems like it’s going to rain.” Baran comments, looking up towards the cloudless sky. She was obviously making up some excuse to get you into the vehicle without both of them outright saying that you need to come along.
You look down at your things. Your duffel bag in one hand and your purse in the other. You have a brown paper bag of leftover food as well, and it all seems like a hassle to drag back to your apartment.
“Please. I really don’t like the idea of one of my residents walking alone in the dark like this.” Baran says, and now it seems like she’s begging.
And who are you to resist her? Resist them?
You wipe the smile from your face before looking back up at the two of them. “Okay. If it’s not too much trouble.”
“It’s not, c’mon.” Cassie finally speaks, holding out her hand. “I’ll get your bags.”
“Give me your bags.” She insists, and so you do, handing them out to her and feeling totally guilty for it, but also….kind of good? Taken care of almost. Why is that? You shrug it off as she holds the straps and all three of you begin to walk to the employee parking area.
One of them clicks the keys, and the taillights of the car blink, alerting you to the car’s position.
“Front or back?” Baran asks, grabbing the keys from Cassie.
“Oh, um, back? If that’s okay?”
“Of course it’s okay. That’s why I asked.” Baran’s voice is sickly sweet, and it has your stomach hurting.
Your head feels light as Cassie opens the trunk of the car and places your bags in nicely, and Baran opens the car door for you. You slip inside, and it feels immediately warm. One of them must have a self-starting car. It smells nice too, like perfume and the smell of hand sanitizer that follows doctors and nurses alike like a second skin.
But thankfully, the perfume is more overwhelming. You catch a small air scentsy thing clipped onto one of the vents of the car, and that must be where it’s coming from.
“Nice car. To whoever it belongs to.” You comment, picking the middle seat. You think Baran will take the passenger seat as Cassie is obviously driving, but instead, Baran takes the left seat right next to you in the back.
“Thank you. But it’s both our car.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Both?”
Both of them laugh, but you know, there was nothing funny or joke-related in your query. “Yes, baby, both,” Baran replies, and the pet name makes you shiver in your seat. Oh god, Trinity was right. They are fucking. They are. Holy shit.
You think your day just got one thousand times better, actually, at this revelation. Cassie maneuvers the car out of the parking spot and onto the road, giving you her phone to type in your address, all the while you can feel Baran’s eyes on you. They never leave your face. And while you would say, in other circumstances, that it makes you uncomfortable and feels off-putting, with her, you would kindly ask her to keep staring. She could keep her eyes on your side profile for as long as she wants.
“Comfortable?” Baran asks.
“Yeah. I’m comfortable.” You nod.
The city lights blue outside the window as you grow increasingly aware of Dr. Baran Al-hashimi’s warm body pressed against your side. Her hand rests innocently on your thigh, her thumb brushing soothing circles. You weren’t opposed to the action. Quite the opposite, actually.
Over the past few months, Baran has made herself a permanent person in the ER at the PTMC, and you’ve watched her slowly sneak in physical touches in conversations. Not necessarily with you, but during conversations. Like touching arms, shoulders, hugging, things like that.
All of this is happening while Cassie’s focused gaze never leaves the road, her jaw clenched possessively.
You swallow harshly at Baran, rubbing innocent circles on your thigh, and you make eye contact with Cassie every so often through the rearview mirror. Cassie’s eyes flicker to yours in the mirror, her gaze piercing and protective. She notices the way you swallow and the way your eyes dart between her and Baran.
She’s certainly not taking to you, right? You’re just sitting there.
“I am behaving,” Baran speaks up. She smiles secretly at Cassie’s possessive expression reflected in the mirror. She knows Cassie’s watching every interaction, every touch. She deliberately lets her hand move even higher up your leg.
“This okay?” She asks under her breath, and all you can think to do is nod. You make eye contact with Cassie once again in the mirror, or at least you think you do, but she silently nods, and soon you can feel Baran’s lips on the side of your neck.
It catches you by surprise and makes you gasp, before you swallow the noise and bite your bottom lip. You can hear the car slow down a bit, and Cassie takes a turn you do not recognize.
“We’re taking the long way,” she says, voice low and commanding.
Her words go in one ear and out the other. You feel like you’re on cloud nine right now, your brain feels fuzzy, and you can’t form a single thought as Baran’s lips skate across your skin.
Everything in your mind right now is straight gibberish. There are no coherent words, sentences, thoughts, etc. forming. It’s just Baran’s lips on your neck and Cassie’s eye contact from the rearview mirror.
And as she keeps her gaze with yours, you turn your head to capture Baran’s lips. You can see the tick in Cassie’s jaw, her shoulders tensing up. But you can tell it’s not because this is uncomfortable for her. She just hates the fact that she can’t get back there and join Baran.
The two of you pull apart for a moment, a string of spit connecting the two of you before breaking. Baran smiles, both her and your chests heaving. She goes right back at it, though. Eyes on Cassie’s, lips on Baran’s.
“Can I touch you?” She asks, and the question sends a small spark of embarrassment through you. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say yes,” she adds.
But you want to. You really, really want to. It’s hard with Cassie peering from the front. However, that also gets you riled up. So you nod. “Yeah. Yeah, you can touch me.”
Baran goes back to sucking and biting your neck, and your head tilts back against the headrest. Her hands slip down your front, underneath the elastic of your scrubs, and begin to pull them down your hips.
“Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.” Baran commands.
You rise in your seat and help her push down your pants and underwear. The seat belt hinders you a little, but it’s not important. Baran is back on you, unbuckling your belt, and you go to stop her, but you realize Cassie has stopped the car somewhere.
“Is…are you…” You try to ask Cassie, but every time you want to ask the actual question, the words won’t roll off your tongue.
“No, sweet girl. I’m just gonna watch for now.” She finishes for you. So instead, you launch yourself onto Baran, and she chuckles a little before her fingers make contact with your cunt. Baran is kissing your cheek, the side of your face pressed into hers, your eyebrows pinch together, eyes looking at Cassie the whole time.
However, you can’t hold eye contact forever, and you go back to pressing your lips on Baran’s. Her hands work on you slowly, keeping a good amount of pressure for you. It’s definitely not enough to make you cum anytime soon, but you know that’s why she’s doing it. Drawing it out for both her pleasure and Cassie’s.
Your hips begin to rock, your clit bumping up against the heel of her palm. But too soon for your liking, her fingers suddenly disappear.
“Lie on your back.” She instructs you now, and you have no reason not to comply. The only sounds in the car are you and Baran moving against the leather and the music leaking from the radio. Cassie is as silent as can be.
Your leg hangs off the seat, foot planted on the floor of the car, while your other leg is slung over Baran’s shoulder. She doesn’t waste any more time before you feel her tongue against your folds.
You let out a soft hum. Your hand runs through Baran’s hair, your other one presses up against the door behind you. Her fingers slowly work their way into you, her tongue pressed up flat against your clit. She only applies pressure every minute or so, again trying to draw out your buildup.
Your hips are rolling against her mouth, her fingers flex inside you perfectly, and her tongue laps against your clit. Her nose is pressed into your hair, and all you can do is stare down at her. Her brown doe eyes are looking up at you, and you can tell she’s smiling; you can tell she’s enjoying this. The bottom eyelids of her eyes are pulled up, and her eyebrows are raised, giving you the notion she’s smiling.
You turn your head to look at Cassie, and she’s watching Baran, smiling to herself. All of it is culminating in your stomach, delicious heat whirling through you. Your chest heaves as it tries to suck in more air than it’s currently capable of doing. Moans and whines are falling from your lips, which draws Cassie’s attention back to you.
She reaches out, her fingers intertwining with yours, and your back arches a little when Baran hooks her fingers inside you, pumping faster, meanwhile her tongue still works at your clit.
“Holy fuck.” You whine, your head falling back uncomfortably against the door, and your eyes close. Baran pulls you towards her a little, aiding in the action for your head to completely drop down against the car seat.
“Feel good?” Cassie asks, her pointer finger absentmindedly tracing up and down a small space on your hand.
You nod, looking towards her. “Mhm.” You whine. Baran hasn’t come up for air even once. Only Cassie has done the talking. But not even that much of it at that.
“Good. Good, sweet girl. You’re gonna cum for Baran, and then you’re gonna cum for me, okay?” She tells you, and you don’t know how she’s going to do that, but you agree anyway.
“Okay. Okay.” You respond, your voice getting higher and choked, so you know you’re about to orgasm. Your legs begin to shake, and one of your hands goes back to Baran’s hair.
“Are you gonna cum?” Cassie asks, her eyebrows seemingly pulled together in concern.
“Yes- shit- yes!” It’s only whimpers and mewls coming from you now. Baran is looking at you again, smiling once more. Her fingers move faster in and out of you, your hips jerking more against her hand. Her tongue works over time, and Cassie just talks you through it.
“Come on, you know you want to.” Cassie prompts. “Baran wants it too.” She cocks her head towards Baran. You’re holding the woman’s hair back so you can see her face a bit more clearly.
“Please?” Baran begs, coming up to suck in a breath of air. You can see a little bit more of her now as the light from the car shines down. The lower half of her face is covered in you. In your arousal.
“Cum for us,” Cassie comments further, and that, combined with Baran’s pleading, sends you over the edge.
You let out a choked whine of both their names, a mix of sorts, before your hips stall completely against Baran’s mouth. Your eyes slam shut, and your mouth is open wide as your hand grips Baran’s hair in a tight fist, earning grunts from the woman below you. You resume your movements, this time circling your hips.
Cassie is still watching, her free hand now somewhere else. Is she….is she touching herself? She doesn’t look away, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she watches you unravel. The pleasure rushes through you, pulling up tight in your stomach and smoothing out over the rest of your body.
You let out a deep exhale as you come down, having to forcefully push Baran’s head away from your cunt. Your hands are shaking, as well as your entire body, as Cassie hops out of the driver’s seat, and Baran wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. The door opens on your side, and it has you picking your head up a bit.
“You okay?” Cassie asks, her face coming into view for you.
“Mhm.” You hum, nodding your head as she smiles down at you. It’s a nice one. A soft one.
“Yeah? You sure?” She cocks an eyebrow.
“Okay, sweet girl. Can you sit up for me?” You do as she asks, with a bit of help from both parties. They still don’t help you with your pants, though, and that’s when you remember what Cassie said earlier.
You need both of them so bad you can’t see straight. That and the fact you’re still sensitive from Baran’s mouth.
“Yes,” You respond instantly. “Sorry. Yeah. I’m up for more. Please.”
Cassie lets out a small laugh. “Okay. Just hold on a second, okay?”
You have no reason to say no, so you just sit there, slightly leaning against Baran’s shoulder as she plants kisses on your forehead. You watch Cassie move back to the driver’s seat, leaning down to tug the seat back as far as it’ll go.
She hauls herself back into the car and shuts the door. Baran helps to take your shoes, pants, and underwear completely off before you try to climb over the console and straddle Cassie’s lap.
Baran stops you, hands to your waist. “Hold on, sweetheart.” Her lips are at your ear. “Let her get ready.” Her hands come up to palm your tits as you watch Cassie lift her hips. She shoves her scrubs down and her boxers in a rushed, messy motion.
You don’t know if she had gotten ready before this, or if she had been wearing it all day, but she’s already got her strap out, by the time Baran finally lets you go and climb across to straddle her. Not wasting any time. She looks as desperate as you feel.
You want Baran with you. You want her to touch you as your knees punch the seat on either side of Cassie’s lap. You want your lips on hers as your cunt drags along the head of her fake cock, and you wonder when you got this wet again because Baran had cleaned you up pretty nicely after she made you orgasm.
Cassie has the same thought. The tip of her cock slides over your folds, and she groans. “Fuck, sweet girl,” she murmurs.
“Please,” you tell her. Your breath fans along her neck. “Cassie. Please. I need-” you think that’s the first time you’ve ever really said one of their names during this whole exchange. You look up towards Baran, who’s somehow now gotten into the passenger seat. You didn’t hear any of the car doors open once, and she certainly didn’t climb between the center console.
No wonder she always somehow sneaks behind you while you’re charting, or when you’re trying to choose what case to pick up from the board (even though you know you’re not supposed to do that).
Cassie’s thumb grazes your clit before she bears down gently, and you gasp.
“Tell me,” she says. She sounds urgent. Rough. She strokes you, gauging your reaction. Baran’s hand is on your back, on your shoulder, your neck, anywhere she can touch. That white-hot pleasure swirls at the pit of your stomach.
“Need to feel you,” you say. “Want to feel you. Both of you.” It tumbles out broken, like you’re begging. But you just want both of them close. You just want them here.
“Fuck,” Cassie groans. She tips her head back. Some of her bangs are plastered on her forehead, her eyes are glassy, wild. She looks a mess already, and she hasn’t even fucked you yet.
Maybe they both needed this more than you did. You don’t say that, though, of course. You don’t say anything, cause soon she’s asking for Baran to help remove your top. All three of you grab at your scrub top to get it over your head, and then at your bra. You rut uselessly in her lap, and Cassie holds you still, one hand on your waist, and the other is moving Baran’s hand to your front.
You’re making a mess in her lap. Leaking onto her thighs, her seat. Your nails scrape her scalp, and she mumbles something against your throat.
“Hold- shit. Hold still,” she says. She sounds desperate: desperate for you to listen, so she can fuck you faster. Maybe it’s your urgency she’s feeding off of. Both of them. Or maybe the whole shift was just as bad for them as it was for you- or worse, if that’s even possible- and Cassie’s not in the mood to issue any orders. “While I do this, Baran’s going to touch you, okay? Help you feel good.”
She drags you down against her lap, and her strap slides through your slick. She gives a shallow thrust up and nudges your swollen clit.
“Need it this bad?” She pants. Her voice is strained. There’s sweat on her brow. The setting, your urgency- it’s fucking with her head. It’s making her head fuzzy, and her stomach pull, and all you can do is watch through hooded eyes as she swallows back a moan.
“Of course she does. In the car, right on the side of the road.” Baran comments. Cassie’s knuckle strokes up your seam, and heat curls your skin. “Filthy girl.” Baran breathes.
You can’t wait any longer. You’re impatient. You want her right here, right now, closer than close. Both of them.
You sink onto her cock before she can guide you, grinding your hips down into her lap. Her head flies back against the seat, her thighs tensing. Whatever mumbled, half-formed thought was on her tongue gets swallowed up in a moan.
She lets you take the reins. They both do. For a little while, at least. You ride her as best you can in the limited space their car allows. Your head brushes the ceiling, and your knees leave divots in the seat. The glass fogs, and the air goes thick, and the little evergreen car freshener that dangles off their mirror can’t do much to mask the smell of sex.
You can tell she’s not gonna last long. Neither of you. You could tell before you buried yourself on her cock, and you can certainly tell now. Baran’s nails dig into your waist before she lifts her deft fingers down to your clit, and your breath punches somewhere by Cassie’s head.
“Fuck, sweet girl, slow,” she growls. “You gotta go, slow baby.”
“It’s- fuck, it’s fine,” you mumble, and it is, it’s fine, you want her to mark you up. You want Baran to make bite marks on your skin, and you don’t fucking care about anything else. “Please, I don’t care, just, please, Cassie, Baran, please-”
Your head rolls back. Her cock pulls inside you, and your hips stutter on her lap. “It’s fine,” you repeat, “please, just fucking- please.”
She hisses through her teeth. Her hands slide to the top of your ass, and she squeezes. You mumble her name, and your body goes slack, folding into hers, content to let her take over if it means you can stay nestled in the crook of her shoulder.
She gets a good grip on your ass as Baran kisses and licks at your shoulders. It’s a deeper, sharper angle than the one you’d managed, bouncing on her lap, and it makes you yelp. You bite down on her shoulder and get a mouthful of flannel.
She likes it. You can tell. She rumbles deep at the back of her throat. “Fuck,” she mumbles. She thrusts up into you and drags you down at the same time, hitting something deep inside you. It’s cramped in here, and your knees ache, and her thrusts are frantic, and Baran is making fast, tight circles on your clit. It’s fucking good. It’s right.
Heat pulls across your skin. Dances low at the base of your stomach. Your hand shoots from her hair and slams against her window, grasping at glass. You’re this fucking close, and then-
Cassie cums. Hard. No warning, no break in the frantic way she’s fucking you. Her cock sits inside you, mid-thrust, and her breath snags in her throat. Her grip goes tight on you, so tight it’s almost painful- and then she slackens. All of her. She slumps back against her seat with her strap still inside you.
“Shit,” she’s mumbling. She blinks, looking as surprised as you. All three of you. “I don’t-”
But you just kissed her. It’s messy. Tongue and teeth and shallow breaths that you swallow with your own. But it shuts her up. Her hands rake up your ribcage, and you clench around her, as Baran continues to rub your clit.
“Fuck,” she says. “Fuck, sweet girl, it’s too much for me, baby.”
You keep going, though, desperate to reach your end. You believe Baran is touching herself, as her other hand is not on you anymore. But you can’t look, you don’t have the energy to. All you can do right now is move your hips and let Baran touch your clit and moan their names to the car’s roof.
You know you’re going to cum, you can feel it again.
“Come on, baby. Give it to us.” Baran urges you. “I’ll cum with you, yeah?”
You nod, working extra as Cassie claws desperately at your hips to hold on. Her legs are shaking beneath you, and all you can do is continue your torment for your own pleasure. Jesus Christ, it feels so good. Too good.
It all happens once. You hear Baran’s moan and another grunt from Cassie as they both cum, Baran for the first time this night and Cassie the second. And then you’re following after them. You cum, letting out a tired, choked mewl mixed with a whimper as you crash forward into Cassie. Your head drops to her neck as your hips continue to move.
Baran has to stop you so you don’t overstimulate yourself. But they both feel just too good.
“Stop, baby.” They both sort of say to you, and you’re whining in protest, but you do. Cassie is sliding herself out of you, and you hiss at the loss before Baran takes you into her arms in the passenger seat.
“You did so well,” Baran tells you. “So good for us.”
“Thank you.” You half-heartedly mumble. Your chest is heaving, but you couldn’t care less as Baran’s lips go to your hair.
All you can do is sit there, completely naked, in Baran’s lap as Cassie cleans herself and the seat before they’re helping to clean you too, and shuffle your pants back on. Baran cleans herself too before joining you once again in the back seat.
You finally lean yourself fully against her, head on her shoulder as she buckles you in. You don’t want to move from this spot for the rest of your life. As long as you have both of them in any context that might be.
Cassie turns the car back on and pulls out of wherever the three of you are. She turns the GPS back on and types your address in again, getting back on to the road as Baran simply holds you close to her the whole way to your apartment.
