baran is sooo fucking hot when she’s jealous. she is usually very careful about how she shows it, her display of emotion typically controlled with ease. one particular evening, though, she just couldn’t help but seethe as she watched some senior resident’s hand linger on your back a few seconds longer than it should’ve. baran did not feel threatened by them, she’s very confident in herself and how she makes you feel. however, she just couldn’t shake the feeling of anger as she thought about the resident’s audacity. how dare they? touching her girlfriend. touching what belongs to her. baran wasn’t having it.
as quickly as the interaction happened, baran made her way over to you. your eyes lit up as she appeared in your view but before you could even open your mouth, she spoke, “come with me.” her voice was firm, ‘come with me, you have no other choice’ was clearly was she wanted to say. the attending’s eyes were not soft in the way they are when she admires you, she meant business.
as soon as the door to the supply closet baran shoved you in closed, her hands were on you. one of her hands fell to your waist, pushing you against the wall as the other came up to cup your cheek.
“you’re so cute,” baran said lowly, her expression scarily calm. she didn’t want to address the situation directly, she didn’t have to. you both knew exactly why she dragged you in that closet. “it’s such a shame that everyone else thinks so too.” she cooed, softly stroking your cheek as she spoke.
“it’s not like that-“ baran shushed you before you could even finish your sentence. she knew that whatever you were going to say was only going to make her more angry. you didn’t do anything wrong, you both knew that. she just couldn’t get the image of that resident touching you out of her mind. the last thing she wanted to hear was you defending them.
“don’t worry,” she slightly tilted her head, a smirk of amusement formed as her eyes locked onto your exposed neck. she moved her hand that was cupping your face and began to rub at your neck. “maybe i just need to mark you up. let everyone know who you belong to.”
you let out a shaky breath, practically a whimper, as her slender fingers traced the skin on your neck. you couldn’t help but get turned on at the thought of her marking you. showing everyone that you were hers. something about seeing baran get so jealous and possessive always turned you on. another part of you, though, was focused on the environment you were in. you were at work. your colleagues, people who you respected, would be seeing a hickey on your neck. baran’s eyes examined you carefully as you wrestled with the idea of her giving you a hickey, watching you in amusement. she could tell you were giving it real consideration, but she already had her mind made up about it before even dragged you into that closet.
“oh, baby,” baran whispered, practically mocking you. she inched closer and closer to your neck as she spoke. “you don’t have to think about it,” she punctuated her sentence by pressing a soft kiss to your neck. “just let me do it. you do want everyone to know you’re mine, right?”
you nodded slowly at her words. i mean, you did want everyone to know you were hers. and the feeling of arousal was definitely outweighing the thoughts of feeling embarrassed by the hickeys you were undoubtedly about to receive in that moment. letting out a shaky breath, you tilted your head slightly upward to allow baran free reign of your neck.
baran grinned as she watched you give in and expose your neck to her. “good girl, i’ll be gentle,” she grumbled against your neck, barely giving you any time before attaching her lips to it. “m’gonna make sure everyone knows who you belong to,” she let out in between her attacks.
once baran was satisfied with her work, she pulled back to admire it. her eyes practically sparkled as she traced the mark with her fingers. while baran was indeed cruel, she did try to contain herself and not embarrass you by putting a big fat hickey on your neck. it was small but definitely visible. after she helped you fix your scrubs and get yourself together, baran said one last thing, looking smug as ever, before leaving you alone in the supply closet.
“oh and when we get home, i’m gonna fuck you properly. i’ll be sure to mark you up sufficiently this time.”
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