omg this is so embarrassing 😭 I honestly don't remember if I've sent my req about Bette Porter x ftm reader, I do remember thinking about the req but I don't remember if I actually sent it, also bcs you still havent posted something like that so I'm confused if I did or no
hiii i love ur writing & i hope this doesn't come off as rude but would u be able to put longer posts under a read more? it just takes awhile to scroll past stuff longer than like a few hundred words so it'd be nice to b able to collapse them on dashboard/in the main tags!
(and if you don't know how to, which is totally fair because they make it hard: you can add a read more cut by hitting the icon of 3 horizontal lines (the middle one is wiggly & other 2 are straight). it should b at the end of the icon bar in a text post that has the options of like image, gif, hyperlink, etc)
thanks!!
omg yeah my bad, never thought of that since i mostly just use tumblr on my phone. thanks for letting me know! i’ll keep this in mind, and i’ll fix it now :))
warnings : baran x fem!reader . fluff . nsfw , mdni . first time (reader) . consensual, ofc . legal age gap (duh) . reassurance . lots of communication . established relationship . thigh grinding (r!receiving) . oral (both receiving) . fingering (both receiving) . praise . body worship (r!receiving) .
wc : 4k
notes : got a bit carried away with this one but who’s really complaining (no one, i hope)
find the request here
you knock on baran’s door a little after eight, takeout bag in hand. your heart is already fluttering, it always does when you show up here, even after four months of dating. office work today was the usual soul-sucking grind with endless emails, that one coworker who talks too loud on calls, your back stiff from the shitty desk chair that needs replacing yesterday. you just wanted to be here, with her, where things feel less like noise.
she opens the door in her soft sweatpants and a plain black tee that’s seen better days but somehow looks perfect on her. her hair’s down, still damp from her shower, a few strands sticking to the side of her neck. the small smile she gives you hits different every time, like she’s actually glad you’re the one standing there.
“hey, azizam,” she says, voice low and easy as she steps back to let you in. “long day?”
“yeah, that’s one way to put it,” you mumble, kicking your shoes off by the door. the familiar smell of her place wraps around you right away. you set the bag on the counter and she’s already moving around the kitchen, pulling out plates.
you end up on the couch with the food, legs tangled under a blanket while some random documentary hums on the tv. she’s listening while you vent about the spreadsheets that kept glitching and the meeting that ran over because no one could shut up. her thumb rubs slow circles on your knee the whole time, warm through your jeans. she lets you talk it out without interrupting, nodding here and there, her dark eyes steady on you. saying how you don’t deserve to put up with that crap, joking about how you should just quit your job and let her take care of you instead. she’s not really joking.
after the containers are cleared and put away, you both migrate to her bedroom because the couch feels too cramped with how your shoulders are killing you. you drop onto the bed first, stretching out on top of the covers while she plugs her phone in and dims the lamp to a warm glow.
she settles against the headboard, one arm loose around you as you curl into her side. her fingers thread through your hair, playing with it absently, tugging just enough to feel nice. you turn your face into her shoulder, breathing her in deep - body oil mixed with body lotion and her faint perfume. she smells so nice and it always cuts through your nerves. your hand rests on her stomach, feeling the rise and fall there, and for a minute it’s enough just to be close.
eventually you tilt your head up and kiss the corner of her mouth, soft at first, almost shy about it. she doesn’t grab for more. she turns into it slow, letting you lead, her lips warm and patient against yours. the second kiss lingers longer, your mouth pressing firmer, and she hums quiet into it, one hand sliding to rest light on your waist. not pulling, not pushing. she never push you, has never rushed you.
you swing a leg over and straddle her lap without overthinking it, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her hips. the weight of you on her feels good, solid. her hands settle on your thighs, thumbs stroking up and down the denim in unhurried lines that send little sparks straight through you. you kiss her deeper, tongue brushing hers, and heat starts pooling low in your belly.
you chase her lips, mouths moving lazy but getting sloppier. it’s hard to not get needy when you make out with baran, you’ve just been so nervous to go further.
you lose count of how long you’re like this, just making out heavy. her tongue slides against yours slow and sure, pulling tiny sounds from you that you don’t even try to hold back anymore. your hips start shifting on their own, rocking forward in subtle little grinds against her thigh. the seam of your jeans catches just right and you whimper into her mouth, embarrassed but too turned on to stop. your clit throbs with each press down, damp heat soaking through your underwear already.
baran pulls back a fraction, cupping your face with both hands. her thumbs brush your flushed cheeks, eyes dark and locked on yours, breathing a little heavier.
“hey,” she murmurs, voice rough around the edges but so soft. “you good?”
you nod, biting your lip. “yeah, i just… i want more, baran.” your voice comes out shaky, heart pounding in your throat. “i think i’m ready. with you. i want it to be you, obviously.”
she doesn’t jump on it. she searches your face for a long second, really looking, like she’s weighing every part of this. her hands stay gentle on your jaw, thumbs stroking slow.
“you sure?” she asks, low and careful. “not just ‘cause it feels good right now. we’ve got time. i’m good with just staying like this. i don’t want you feeling like you got to do this tonight if you’re even a little unsure.”
you let out a breath, forehead pressing to hers. “i know. you’ve been so good about waiting and i appreciate that so much. you have never pushed. i trust you and yes, i’m sure. i want this, want you.”
she exhales, slow and steady, then presses a kiss to your forehead that lingers. “alright. but we do this your way. if anything feels off, even a tiny bit, you say it. yeah?”
“yeah,” you whisper, already leaning in to kiss her again.
her hands slip under the hem of your shirt, palms warm and broad against your bare back, but she doesn’t yank it off. she just holds you closer, letting you feel her, letting you decide when to take the next step. you can feel how careful she’s being, how much she’s holding back so you don’t feel rushed, making sure this doesn’t feel like too much, and it makes something tight in your chest loosen.
your hips keep up a slow grind. the friction against her thigh is driving you crazy, your panties sticking wetly, clit aching every time you roll down. you whimper louder into the kiss, tongues tangling, and she squeezes your waist like she can feel how bad you need it.
“just let me know what feels good,” she says against your mouth between kisses, breath hot.
you rock harder against her, the pressure building. her thigh flexes under you and you gasp, burying your face in her neck as another sound slips out. she’s so solid under you, so patient, hands roaming your back and sides but never demanding. if anything her grip on your waist tightens just enough to let you know she likes it.
you kiss down her jaw, nipping lightly, and she tilts her head to give you room, a quiet groan vibrating against your lips. your hands fist in her shirt, tugging it up a little so you can feel skin on skin at your waist. everything’s hazy and slow, your lips swollen and your pussy throbbing, desperate for more but not wanting it to end either. she chuckles softly when you grind down particularly hard, the sound warm and fond against your ear.
“you feel good like this,” she whispers, one hand sliding to grip your ass, guiding the motion just enough to make you moan. not taking over, just helping.
you nod against her neck, breathing fast. the office stress from earlier feels miles away, replaced by this building ache, the way her body fits against yours, the quiet reassurance in every touch.
your hips keeps rocking in slow, desperate little circles against her thigh while your mouths move together until you can build up the courage to go further. your jeans are damp between your legs, the friction making your clit throb with every grind down. baran pulls back every so often to look at you, checking in without saying much, her breath warm against your cheek.
“you really want this tonight?” she asks again, voice low and rough. probably sensing that you’re nervous. her thumb brushing your bottom lip. “you can tell me if you change your mind. we can make out, or cuddle and we call it good if that’s all you need.” she reassures.
you shake your head, leaning in to kiss her again. “no. i want this, baran. been thinking about it for weeks.”
she nods slow, like she’s letting that sink in, then flips you gently onto your back. the mattress dips under her weight as she settles between your spread legs, not crushing you but close enough that you feel the heat coming off her. she tugs your shirt up and off, then unhooks your bra, kissing down your chest as she goes. her mouth lingers on your breasts, sucking one nipple between her lips while her hand squeezes the other. you arch up into it, a shaky moan slipping out when she scrapes her teeth lightly.
“fuck, that feels good,” you whisper, fingers threading through her hair.
“yeah?” she murmurs against your skin, switching sides. “tell me what else you like.”
you don’t have all the words right away, but she doesn’t push. she peels your jeans down next, taking your soaked panties with them. cool air hits your pussy and you shiver, knees falling open wider on their own. baran’s eyes drag over you, dark and hungry but still soft at the edges. she runs her palms up your thighs, spreading you more, thumbs brushing the crease where your leg meets your body.
“you’re so beautiful,” she says, breathing heavier. one finger slides through your folds, spreading the slick around your clit without pressing hard. you twitch hard at the contact, hips jerking up, trying to chase it. “easy, baby. we got time.”
she starts slow, just rubbing circles around your clit, building the pressure so gradually you don’t even notice how bad you’re leaking onto her sheets until her finger dips lower and catches it. “feel okay?” she checks every few minutes, eyes flicking up to your face.
“more,” you breathe, reaching down to grab her wrist, not guiding her exactly but showing her you want it. she slides one finger inside you, just the tip at first, curling gentle against your walls.
“good girl,” she says softly, kissing your bent knee. “that’s it. you’re doing perfect.” she works the finger deeper, pumping slow, her thumb back on your clit rubbing steady circles. your pussy clenches around her, wet sounds starting to fill the room. she adds a second finger after a while, scissoring them a little to open you up, and you moan louder, one hand fisting the pillow behind your head.
“yes, baby- right there,” you gasp when she curls them just right, hitting your g-spot and it makes sparks shoot up your spine. she stays focused, watching your face the whole time, adjusting every time your moans pitch higher. her free hand strokes your stomach, your hip, keeping you grounded while the pressure builds hot and tight in your belly.
you come sudden and hard on her fingers, thighs clamping around her wrist as it hits you. your back comes off the bed and she keeps moving through it, slow and deep, “juuust like that, baby, so good.” she murmurs against against your skin. it rolls through you longer than how it would if you were pleasuring yourself, leaving your legs shaky and your pussy pulsing even after she eases her fingers out.
she crawls up to kiss you, “how you feeling?” she asks between kisses, brushing hair off your damp forehead.
“really good,” you admit, laughing a bit breathlessly. your hands slide down her back, wanting to feel her skin on yours.
“i’m glad. you looked beautiful.” she says, smiling. she leans down and kiss the corner of your mouth, then your cheek while inhaling your scent.
you hum and she press one last kiss to your temple before looking at you. “baby, can i taste you?” she asks, looking at you for permission. “you can say no. remember, you’re in control.” she assures you, brushing her knuckles against your cheekbone, searching your face for any hesitations.
you nod fast, nerves and excitement twisting together. “yes, please.”
she nearly grins and murmurs a thank you before slowly kissing down your body. down your neck, chest, collarbone and finally down your stomach. she keeps glancing up at you, mostly to admire how you look but also to check in. she exhales and takes her time on your inner thigh.
you grow impatient, hips lifting off the bed. she notices, chuckling against your skin. “you’re so soft,” she murmurs, lips ghosting over your skin while her hand softly squeeze your other thigh. “you’re quite impatient though. i want to take my time with you.”
“baran, you take your time with everything. not now.” you pout down at her, threading your fingers through her hair.
she bites her lip and looks up at you, “guess i’m just precise.” she kiss right above your clit, making you jerk up and whimper. “just want… perfect satisfaction score.” she murmurs against your skin, kissing your inner thigh, beside your lip.
she’s enjoying this way too much, and it’s torture for you. you try to guide her head towards where you need her with a whine, earning a light nip of her teeth on your skin.
“please, baran- i can’t.” you beg so nicely, you just want her to give you the same pleasure as she did with her fingers.
she huffs a small laugh, looking up at you through her lashes. “you sound pretty when you beg.”
she finally kiss your folds, tongue flattening out to lick a long stripe up through your wetness. you jerk at the warmth, she takes it easy, sucking gently on your clit.
“oh my god,” you moan, hand tightening in her hair. she hums against you, the vibration making your toes curl. two fingers slide back into your pussy while her tongue works your clit, pumping in and out in time with her licks. the wet sounds are louder now, her mouth slurping softly, tongue dipping inside you sometimes before going back up. your hips grind against her face on their own, chasing the feeling, and she grips your thighs to hold you open.
she builds you up again slower this time, edging you then backing off until you’re whining her name, begging in broken little whispers. “please, please, baby. i need it.” when you finally tip over the edge it’s sharper this time, your pussy gushing around her fingers while she sucks your clit through it. you come down panting, legs trembling around her shoulders.
she kisses her way back up your body, lips shiny with you, and settles beside you. you turn into her, still catching your breath. “worth the wait?” she tease.
you huff against her neck, “yes… but that was mean.”
she laughs softly into your hair, wrapping her arms around you and pulls you close. “wasn’t mean, just wanted to take my time with you. you’re too precious to rush.”
she traces slow patterns on your back, dropping lazy kisses on your shoulder and collarbone. “you did very good, though,” she says quietly, voice warm. “how are you feeling? sore anywhere?”
you shake your head, curling tighter into her chest. “a little achy but like… good achy. that was way better than anything i’ve done by myself.” your fingers trail over her stomach, still buzzing from everything. “i can’t believe how patient you’ve been with me.”
she chuckles soft, the sound rumbling under your cheek. “got no reason to rush. i’d be fine with never having sex, if that’s what you would’ve wanted.” she pulls you closer, one leg slung over yours, holding you like she doesn’t want to be anywhere else.
you stay curled against her for a while, bodies sticky and warm under the blanket, her fingers tracing lazy lines up and down your spine. your attention keeps drifting to her, the way her breathing hasn’t fully settled, the subtle shift of her hips every few seconds like she’s still keyed up. you tilt your head up, chin resting on her chest, and catch her eye.
“i wanna make you feel good,” you say quietly, voice a little hoarse. “show me how.”
baran runs her thumb along your jaw, searching your face thoroughly. “you don’t have to do anything, azizam. i’m good staying like this.”
“i want to,” you insist, already sliding your hand down her stomach, fingers brushing the soft hairs just above her pussy. “tell me what feels good.”
“okay, of course.” she agreea and rolls onto her back, spreading her legs as you move between them. her pussy looks flushed and wet, lips shiny from how turned on she still is. she gently takes your hand again with a smile, slowly guiding your fingers to her clit. “start slow here,” she murmurs. “circles, not too much pressure at first. just… yeah, like that.”
your fingertips rub gentle circles over the swollen nub and her breath hitches immediately, hips twitching up. “that’s nice,” she says, one hand resting light on your wrist, not controlling but staying close. you keep the rhythm steady, watching her face as her eyes flutter and her lips part. after a minute she gets wetter under your touch, slick coating your fingers as you slide them down through her folds.
“inside?” you ask, glancing up.
“two fingers,” she tells you, voice dropping lower. “go slow at first, then curl them up a bit.”
you push in careful, feeling her tight heat grip around your fingers. she’s so warm and wet, walls fluttering as you sink deeper. you start pumping slow, curling like she showed you, and her head tips back against the pillow with a low groan. “fuck, baby… right there. you’re picking this up quick.”
you beam at the praise. feeling more confident, you add your thumb on her clit, rubbing while your fingers thrust in and out. the wet sounds are obscene, your knuckles getting slick with her as she starts rocking down to meet you. her pussy clenching tighter every time you hit her g-spot, and you can feel how much she likes it from the way her thighs tense around your arm.
after a few minutes she tugs gently at your hair to meet your eyes. “you wanna go down on me?” her eyes are dark when she looks at you. “no pressure if you’re not ready.”
“i am,” you say fast, already shifting lower. she spreads her legs wider, two fingers holding herself open for you. you start with a soft lick up her slit, tasting her for the first time and softly moan at her salty, warm and sweet taste. you get bolder quick, licking broader, tongue flattening against her clit before dipping down to push inside her hole, trying to copy what she did to you.
“oh fuck,” she breathes, fingers threading into your hair. “just like that.”
you lose yourself in it quickly, burying your face deeper. your licks turn messy, spit mixing with her wetness as you suck on her clit then lap sloppily down to her entrance. you push your tongue inside her, fucking her with it while your nose rubs against her clit. she tastes stronger the wetter she gets, dripping down your chin as you eat her out like you can’t get enough. your fingers slide back in, pumping while your mouth focuses on sucking her clit harder.
baran’s hips grind against your face, not rough but needy, her hand tightening in your hair. “good girl,” she groans, voice thick, looking down at you. “you look so hot, baby.”
you moan into her pussy, the vibration making her walls clench. you’re sloppy about it, chin and cheeks covered in her, but she doesn’t seem to mind. if anything it turns her on more, her breathing gets ragged and her hips move faster. all she can think is how fucking addictive this is, having you like this, teaching you, knowing no one’s ever had their mouth on her pussy quite like you are right now, knowing she’s your first. no one’s been this eager to please her. you’re clearly getting hooked on her taste, on making her feel good.
“add another finger,” she says, breath catching. “stretch me a little more, eshgham.”
you do exactly as she says. three fingers pumping deep while you suck hard on her clit. her pussy takes them easier than you expected but still grips tight, hot and fluttering. wet squelching every time you thrust in combined with your messy licking. she tastes even stronger when she gets closer, flooding your mouth as you lap it up eagerly.
“you’re doing so good,” she praises, voice breaking a bit. “you’re a quick learner… don’t stop, azizam, i’m getting close.” her free hand grips the sheet, knuckles white, while the other stays in your hair, guiding you just a little while mumbling something in farsi.
you keep the same pace, fingers curling deep, mouth working her clit steady. her thighs start trembling around your head, pussy clenching rhythmically around your fingers. “fuck… right there, don’t change anything,” she gasps. her back arches and she comes hard, moaning low and long as her walls squeeze tight around your fingers. you feel every pulse, every flutter, while you keep licking her through it, gentler but not pulling away until she tugs you up softly.
you crawl back up, face shiny and flushed, lips swollen. she kisses you right away, tasting herself on your tongue, hands running down your back to pull you closer. “c’mere,” she mutters against your mouth. “you were incredible for your first time.”
you give her a shy smile and settle on top of her, legs tangled, both of you breathing hard. “i really liked it,” you admit, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. “you taste good.”
she laughs quiet, the sound warm and a little breathless, pulling the blanket over your sweaty bodies. “yeah? good, because i’m already addicted to your mouth.” her hand squeezes your hip, holding you against her as she kisses your forehead. “you did do amazing. made me feel so good.”
“thank you,” you blush and smile into her neck, getting even more shy at her words. you can still taste her on your lips, body buzzing. her fingers stroke through your hair slow and steady while you both come down, skin sticking where it touches. she shifts a little so your thigh presses between hers, just resting there as she holds you tight.
“we can do that again whenever you want to, you set the pace.” she says softly after a minute, voice relaxed now.
you nod against her, already getting sleepy.
she drops another kiss on your shoulder, hands roaming lazy over your back, keeping you close like she doesn’t want to ever letting go.
hii, i hope this isnt an offensive or sensitive topic (i have read your rules and masterlist)
could you make a fic between baran and a virgin reader. reader is inexperienced, shy and a little nervous, but baran takes it slow and is reassuring. both are receiving. its all consensual of course!
if you already made a fic about this, i must have missed it in your master list😖
love your work btw!!!!!<3
hellooo, it’s not offensive or sensitive at all! had sm fun writing this :33
you’re making breakfast while emery is in the shower, you could tell she had a rough night shift when you saw her earlier. her eyes tired, grumbling something under her breath you couldn’t quite make out and kissed you quickly.
you’re cooking eggs exactly how she like them. while the bread is in the toaster, you hear the bathroom door clicking shut, then soft footsteps.
emery walks out in a white tank top and a pair of basketball shorts, hair still wet. she leans against the doorway, watching you for a minute with a slow, half-lidded look. not a full smile, just the corner of her mouth ticking up.
you look up and smile the second your eyes locks on hers. “the food is almost already, just need to get the guacamole and finish these eggs.”
she hums, eyes drifting over your form slowly. “not very hungry, if i’m being honest.”
you let out a small chuckle. “don’t be silly, you’re going to complain later and i’m not dealing with that. i’m not letting you sleep hungr-.”
she cuts you off by stepping right behind you, one hand sliding around your waist, fingers pressing firm through the thin fabric of your top. “leave the food.” her mouth brushes the shell of your ear. “i can eat later.”
your hand still on the spatula. you feel her other palm settle on your hip, tugging you back against her. “em, at least let me-“
“nope.” she clicks the stove off and turns you around easy, backing you up until your ass hits the counter edge. up close you can see the faint shadows under her eyes, the way her jaw’s a little tight. she needs this.
“been stuck in the OR for hours,” she mutters, thumb dragging across your bottom lip. “thinking about coming home to you.” you part your lips without thinking and she slips her thumb inside, pressing down on your tongue just enough. your eyes flutter. she watches it like it’s the best thing she’s seen. “yeah? that what you want too?”
you nod, sucking lightly.
emery pulls her thumb free and kisses you instead. her hand bunches up the back of your skirt, gripping your ass and lifting you just a little so you’re pressed tighter to her. you make a small needy sound against her mouth and she smiles into the kiss, all smug.
“bedroom,” she says when she pulls back. she walks you backward down the hall, hands never leaving your body, steering you exactly where she wants. when the back of your knees hit the mattress you sit automatically. emery stands over you for a second, eyes dragging down over the apron you forgot you were still wearing. she reaches out and tugs the tie loose with one finger.
“take it off. slow, for me.”
you take your top off slowly, eyes locked on hers the whole time. then drag your skirt down until it pools around your feet. she watches every inch like she’s memorizing it. then she hooks her fingers in the waistband of your panties and tugs them down your thighs. you lift your hips to help, kicking them off along with your skirt when they reach your ankles. the bra stays for now. she likes unwrapping you piece by piece.
instead of pushing you down she sits on the edge of the bed and pats her lap. “c’mere, baby.”
you climb on, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her thighs. her hands settle heavy on your waist, sliding up your ribs and back down. the tank top she’s wearing is thin, you can feel the heat of her skin underneath. you lean in and kiss her again, slower this time, hands cupping her face. “your shift was that bad?” you whisper against her lips.
“you have no idea.” she nips your bottom lip. one hand moves down between your legs, fingers sliding through how wet you already are. “fuck, you’re soaked. been thinking about me too, huh?”
you rock against her hand, breath catching. “mmhm, been thinking about you, coming home.” you bite your lip, leaning in to whisper against her ear. “fucking me so hard that i can’t use my legs.”
emery groans quietly and pushes two fingers inside you, deep and sudden. you gasp, forehead dropping to her shoulder. she curls them perfect, thumb circling your clit while her other arm wraps around your back to hold you steady. “that’s it,” she murmurs, voice low right by your ear. “use my fingers, baby. get yourself off.”
you roll your hips for a few minutes, grinding down on her hand while she mouths at your neck, sucking a mark just under your jaw. the wet sounds fill the room and your thighs are already starting to shake.
“em- fuck, right there…”
“yeah? gonna come already?” her voice is teasing but rough. she speeds up her thumb and you come embarrassingly fast, clenching around her fingers, moaning into her neck. she keeps moving them, drawing it out until you’re lifting your hips, trying to ease yourself off her fingers.
she pulls her hand free and holds her fingers up to your mouth. “clean them up.” you wrap your fingers around them, tasting yourself, sucking slow while she watches with dark eyes. her free hand squeezes your ass appreciatively.
then she stands, lifting you with her just enough to flip you onto your back on the bed. you watch as she peels her tank top off, then her shorts and boxers, tossing them aside. she opens the bedside drawer and pulls out the strap. you bite your lip as you watch her step into it, adjusting the buckles around her hips before lubing it up. the sight alone makes you clench around nothing.
“you want it?” she asks, climbing back between your legs. she drags the tip of the strap through your folds, teasing your clit until you’re squirming and reaching for her.
“please, baby. need you inside me.”
she pushes in slow, inch by inch, one hand holding your hip down so you can’t rush it. you moan loud when she bottoms out, so full and deep. emery stays there for a second, breathing against your collarbone, letting you adjust.
“good?” she checks, voice quieter.
“so good. move, please.” you whimper.
she starts fucking you, steady and hard, hips snapping in a rhythm that has the bed creaking. every thrust hits your spot, making sparks shoot up your spine. you grab at her back, nails digging in. “harder- fuck, like that.”
emery leans down, bracing on her forearms so she can kiss you, biting your lip and sucking on your tongue while she pounds into you. “all mine,” she groans against your mouth. “this pussy. mine to use.”
you nod frantically, legs wrapping tighter around her waist.
she reaches between you and rubs your clit and you come again, harder, back arching off the bed, crying out. she fucks you through it, slowing but not pulling out, grinding deep while you shake and pulse around the strap.
after a minute she eases out, flips you onto your stomach, and tugs your hips up. “ass up for me.” you do, knees spread, cheek pressed to the pillow. she spreads you open with both hands, then her mouth is on you, tongue licking broad and greedy through your soaked folds. you moan into the pillow as she eats you out from behind, tongue pushing inside while one hand reaches around to play with your clit.
“tastes so fucking good,” she mutters, voice muffled. you push back against her face and she lets you, humming approval that vibrates right through you. it’s overwhelming, too much in the best way, and you come again with her tongue buried in you, thighs trembling.
you’re boneless when she finally pulls back, body heavy and buzzing, face half-buried in the pillow. emery climbs up the bed behind you, the mattress dipping under her weight as she slots herself against your back. she pulls you up with her, arm locking tight around your waist as she sit behind you. her skin’s warm and a little sticky, heart still thumping hard against your spine. for a minute it’s just the two of you breathing, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip, slow and absent like she’s not even thinking about it.
you turn your head enough to kiss along her jaw, tasting salt on her skin. she hums low, the sound vibrating through her chest into yours. her hand keeps moving, drifting lower, until her fingertips brush between your legs again. the second she circles your swollen clit you jump a little, hips twitching away on instinct because everything’s so sensitive it almost hurts.
“easy,” she murmurs right against your ear, voice rough and quiet. she doesn’t stop though. just keeps those slow, deliberate strokes, feather-light at first, letting you get used to it again. “you can give me one more.”
your eyes are already watering, every nerve ending on fire. you nod anyway, breath shaky. “okay...”
emery bites down lightly on your shoulder while she keeps working your clit with patient little circles, sometimes dipping lower to drag through the mess between before coming back up. her breath is hot against the back of your neck, steady but getting a little shorter every time you whimper.
“that’s my girl,” she whispers, lips brushing your skin. “still so fucking wet for me. you love when i use you like this, don’t you?”
you press back against her, nodding. “yes, baby-” you mumble, voice cracking a little on the last word because she’s pressing firmer now, two fingers sliding over your clit in tight, slick strokes. you’re trembling already, thighs trying to close but she quickly pull them back apart, using strength.
“please-“ you gasp, reaching back to grab at her hip, fingers digging in.
she makes this low, satisfied noise in her throat, like your begging is doing it for her. her hand settles back on your hip and grips you harder, pulling you back as she starts grinding the strap against your ass in slow rolls, like she can’t help herself.
“yeah? you gonna come again for me?” her fingers speed up just a fraction, steady and relentless. “wanna hear you. let it out, baby.”
you whine, overwhelmed and strung tight, hips rocking between her hand. “shit, i’m close, i’m so close.” you blabber.
she bites down harder on your shoulder when you cry out, hips pressing firmer against your ass as she works you faster. she makes a small sound, her breathing getting rough. she’s getting off on this. “good fucking girl. come on. let me feel it.”
it hits you slow and deep, rolling through your whole body in heavy waves instead of a sharp snap. your thighs shake hard, a broken moan tearing out of you as you clench around nothing, soaking her fingers. emery doesn’t let up right away. she keeps stroking you until the orgasm drags out so long your vision goes fuzzy at the edges.
only when you start whimpering from the overstimulation does she finally ease off, sliding her hand up to rest on your stomach instead. she kisses the bite mark she left on your shoulder, soft and lazy, arm tightening around you again.
“there you go,” she breathes against your skin, voice low and satisfied. “did so good for me.”
you wake up already pissed off. the cramps twist low in your gut like someone’s wringing out a wet towel in there, sharp and unrelenting, and every little shift in bed makes it worse. the sheets feel too hot, then too cold, sticking to your legs in that gross way. you kick them off with a groan that turns into a full-on growl when a fresh wave hits. your hoodie’s twisted up under your armpit, hair a mess across your face, and the daylight sneaking through the blinds just makes you wanna bury your head deeper.
everything sucks. the faint hum from pipes in the apartment, the distant traffic noise, even your own breathing feels annoying. you reach for your phone on the nightstand, squint at the screen, then drop it because who cares. it’s your day do rot and the universe decided to make it extra miserable.
cassie’s off today, which is the only decent thing going for you right now. you hear her padding around out there then you hear cabinet doors, water running, the soft clink of a spoon against ceramic. normally you’d call out for her, but today you just pull the pillow over your head and hope she doesn’t notice how wrecked you are. fat chance. she always notices.
the bed dips a minute later and her hand lands on your back, rubbing slow over the hoodie. warm. steady.
“morning,” she says, voice still rough from sleep but you can hear the smirk. “or… should i say good afternoon? you’ve been hiding under there for a while. still alive?”
you mumble something that sounds like “fuck off” but comes out more like a pathetic grumble. the cramps spike again and you curl tighter, knees to chest. “it hurts. a lot. i hate this.”
cassie doesn’t pull away. she just keeps rubbing your back in those same circles. “yeah, i figured. you look like you want to fight me.” she pauses, then adds lighter, “well don’t take it out on me. i’m the one bringing reinforcements.”
you peek out from the pillow just enough to glare. she’s sitting there in her t-shirt and pajama pants, hair loose and messy around her shoulders, looking way too calm for someone dealing with your shit. her eyes are soft but not pitying.
“reinforcements better be good or i’m kicking you out of your own bed,” you mutter, voice thick.
she snorts softly. “big talk for someone who can’t even sit up straight. here.” she hands you water and ibuprofen from the nightstand, then plugs in the heating pad and tucks it against your lower belly, adjusting it until the warmth starts soaking in. “give those pills a few minutes. you want tea or something?”
you take the pills and chase them with water, wincing at the movement. “yeah. whatever. just stay here first, please.” the grumpiness leaks into your tone even though you don’t mean it toward her. everything just feels raw and irritating.
cassie nods, and climbs in behind you. she pulls you back against her chest carefully, one arm sliding around your waist. her hand slips under the hem of your hoodie, palm flat and warm against your skin right where the worst of it sits. she starts massaging in slow, firm circles, thumb pressing in when a knot tightens up. not too hard, just enough pressure that the muscles start to loosen a fraction.
“i got you. swear it eases up if you stop fighting me for five seconds.” she murmurs against your hair.
you let out a shaky breath and sink back into her. her heartbeat’s steady against your back, and her fingers never stop working, tracing small patterns that turn into deeper rubs when you tense. for a while it’s just that, her breath on your neck, the occasional shift when she repositions her hand.
“you’re too warm,” you complain after a bit, even though you’re pressing closer. “and your elbow’s digging into me.”
“my elbow’s literally not even near you,” she says, amused. she moves it anyway, hooking her leg over yours to keep you tucked in. “better? or you gonna keep listing my crimes?”
you huff but there’s the tiniest smile trying to break through. “better.” another cramp rolls through and you groan, turning your face into her arm. “why does it have to feel like this? it’s stupid. i’m not even doing anything and it feels like someone is rearranging my intestines, i’m getting spayed.”
cassie is quiet for a second, then she laughs. “you’re allowed to be pissed about it but you’re not getting spayed. animals get spayed. not humans.”
“no shit, doctor smartass.” you mumble, but there’s a small smile on your face.
you stay curled up like that longer than you meant to. the heating pad clicks as it cycles, and cassie keeps the massage going, switching between broad strokes and focused pressure right below your belly button. eventually the ibuprofen kicks in enough that the pain dulls. you roll over to face her, burying your nose in her shoulder.
“sorry i’m being the worst,” you mumble into her shirt.
she chuckles under her breath, the sound vibrating against you. “you’re not the worst. i’ve had patients throw actual bedpans. you’re just grumpy. big difference.” her fingers thread into your hair, scratching lightly at your scalp. “you want that tea now? or we can stay here and i’ll keep playing doctor.”
“tea,” you decide. “but come right back.”
she kisses your forehead quick, lips warm, then slips out of bed. you hear her in the kitchen, kettle filling, cabinets opening, the toaster popping. she comes back with a mug of ginger tea and a plate of two buttered toasts. crumbs scatter when she sits cross-legged on the mattress. she hands you the mug and steals a corner of toast for herself.
“thief,” you say, narrowing your eyes as you sip. the warmth feels good going down.
“sharing is caring,” she shoots back around a bite, grinning. “plus you weren’t gonna eat both anyway. you’re too busy sulking.”
you kick her leg lightly under the blanket. “i’m not sulking. i’m resting, in my own way. there’s a difference, doctor mckay.”
“uh huh.” she sets the plate aside and pulls you into her lap once you finish half the tea. your head ends up on her thigh, her hand back on your abdomen under the hoodie, rubbing again absentmindedly while she scrolls her phone with the other. occasionally pressing firmer when you shift uncomfortably.
“there?” she asks when you tense.
“yeah. right there. god, your hands are magic.”
she smirks down at you. “years of practice poking people in the ER. glad it’s useful for something besides saving lives.” her tone’s dry but her eyes stay soft when they flick to your face. she leans down and presses another kiss to your temple, lingering a second longer than usual.
you migrate to the couch eventually, blanket piled on both of you. cassie stretches out and you settle between her legs, back to her chest. she orders takeout, something you can easily eat when you’re not feeling the best.
“alright, so yesterday?” she says randomly, an attempt to cheer you up, voice low near your ear. “a guy came in convinced his appendix was exploding. turned out it was just gas from too many protein shakes. he kept yelling about lawsuits. i wanted to tell him to drink some peppermint tea and shut up, but robby made me play nice.”
you laugh despite the lingering ache. “you should’ve told him to shut up.”
“should’ve,” she agrees, squeezing your side gently. when you groan at another milder cramp she shushes you softly, not patronizing, just comforting. “it’s passing. tell me if you need something else.”
you end up dozing a little against her while the tv flickers. cassie stays put, occasionally checking her phone but never moving you. when the food arrives she grabs it, sets it up on the coffee table, and makes you eat a few bites sitting up against the cushion.
“you’re being too nice,” you say around a bite, still a little grumpy but softer now. “it’s suspicious.”
cassie raises an eyebrow. “or maybe i just like cheering you up by being a good girlfriend. sue me.” she bumps her knee against yours. “eat a little more and i’ll give you another massage.”
you roll your eyes but nod, leaning into her. the rest of the evening slips by slow. more tv, her fingers in your hair, easy conversations mixed with comfortable silence.
by the time the light outside fades you’re half-asleep on her again, her hand still resting on your belly under the blanket. she doesn’t move to get up. just hums something tuneless and keeps the quiet going, like there’s nowhere else she’d rather be.
Hi, I was wondering if you could like a period comfort fanfic with like Cassie McKay or Samira Mohan from the Pitt? Where Cassie or Mohan, or both (whatever makes it easier) takes care of reader on a day off?
warnings : fem!reader x samira . nsfw , mdni . strap-on (s!receiving) . rough sex . hair pulling . praise . established relationship .
wc : 1.3k
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you pull her back onto the bed the second she kicks her shoes off by the door. she hits the mattress with a tired huff that turns into a low laugh when you crawl right over her.
“god, you don’t waste time tonight,” she says, voice rough around the edges like the shift scraped it raw. her hands find your hips anyway, thumbs slipping under the hem of your shirt.
“you look like you need it, and i missed you.” you mutter back, leaning down to kiss her. she kisses you like she needs it to survive, all teeth and tongue and desperation. she sighs into your mouth, body already relaxing under you, legs parting so you can settle between them.
you peel her top off slow, letting your palms drag over her stomach, feeling the way her muscles twitch when your fingers hit a ticklish spot near her ribs. she arches a little, helping you yank the top over her head. “need you so bad,” she mumbles, already whining. her bra comes next, you hook your fingers under it and pull it up, watching her breasts spill out, nipples tight from the cool air.
“fuck, i missed you too,” she breathes when your mouth closes around one. you suck hard enough to make her hips roll up against you. her fingers thread through your hair to hold on. “been thinking about you all day. someone coded right at shift change and all i could picture was you doing this.”
you grin against her skin, moving to the other nipple while your hand slides down, pushing her pants and underwear off in one go. she’s soaked already, slick coating her folds, spreading her open with two fingers. samira exhales, head tipping back into the pillow. “yeah? and it got you this wet?”
she whimpers at your words, watching you slide on the strap-on and lubing it. moaning when you tease her clit. “baby, don’t tease,” she pouts at you.
you smirk and slide the strap in slow, inch by inch, letting her feel every bit of it. you hook her legs up over your shoulders, almost folding her in half. you bottom out and grind deep, hips rolling in tight circles that make her gasp every time.
“right there,” she pants, one hand gripping your arm, nails digging in.
you fuck her steady and hard, her breasts bounce between you, skin slapping, the wet sound of her pussy taking the strap filling up the quiet room. samira’s mouth stays open, little broken noises spilling out each time you hit her g-spot. sweat’s already beading on her collarbone. you lean in closer, nearly bending her knees to her chest, and she lets out a wrecked moan that goes straight to your core.
“so fucking good,” she groans, eyes squeezing shut. her walls flutter around the strap, getting tighter the closer she gets. you keep the same, fast pace.
“you look so good.” you manage between your own small moans while watching her face the whole time. the crease between her brows, the way her lips look swollen from biting them.
when she comes the first time her whole body locks up, thighs shaking hard around your shoulders, a loud “fuck, i’m coming” ripping out of her like it surprised her too. you ride her through it, grinding deep while she pulses and gasps, soaking the harness and the sheets underneath.
you don’t pull out right away. you ease her legs down slow, kissing the inside of her knee while she catches her breath, chest heaving. samira looks up at you with a hazy, fucked-out smile. “tired yet?”
that eggs you on, wanting to prove yourself to her. “not even close,” you tell her, flipping her over. she goes easily, getting up on her knees, ass up and back arched. her face drops to the pillow, arms stretched out in front of her. you run your hands over her ass, squeezing, spreading her open so you can watch the strap sink back in. she moans loud into the fabric when you bottom out again.
“harder,” she says, voice muffled but clear enough. “i need it.”
you hum and grab her hips, thrusting deep, skin slapping loud with every snap of your hips. samira pushes back to meet you, greedy and desperate, little curses falling from her mouth every few strokes. “fuck yes- perfect.” she’s dripping down her thighs, creating a shiny trail, the strap sliding easier with every thrust. you reach forward and grab a handful of her hair, pulling just enough to make her back curve deeper.
she loves it. you can tell by the way her hole clenches around the strap, how she’s greedily sucks you in, by the broken whimpers she’s trying to hide in the pillow. “you’re taking it so good,” you mutter, slamming in harder. “look at you, drooling already.”
samira doesn’t even deny it. she just moans louder when another orgasm sneaks up on her. her legs shaking bad, knees sliding wider as she tries to stay up. “don’t stop- i’m gonna-” the words cut off into a cry as she comes again, pussy spasming tight around the strap. you keep fucking her through it, slower but still deep.
her arms finally give out. she collapses forward onto the pillow, ass still up just enough for you to keep going. drool’s slipping from the corner of her mouth onto the fabric, eyes half-lidded and glassy. you follow her down, chest pressed to her back, grinding in slow circles while she shudders.
“one more,” you whisper against her ear, nipping at the lobe. “you can give me one more, can’t you baby?”
she makes this helpless little sound, half laugh, half whine. “you’re trying to kill me,” she mumbles, but she tilts her hips back anyway, letting you slide in deeper.
you reach around and find her clit, rubbing tight circles while you thrust. samira’s breathing is fast and shallow, little gasps and whimpers mixing together. “right there, right there- oh my god.” her hand finds yours on her hip, squeezing tight like she’s anchoring herself.
another orgasm builds slower. you can feel it in the way her thighs won’t stop twitching, how her voice cracks every time you grind in deep. she’s so wet the strap makes obscene sounds with every stroke. you keep whispering in her ear about how good she feels, how pretty she looks like this, how you’re not stopping until she’s ruined for anyone else. samira eats it up, moaning your name into the pillow, hips rocking back weakly.
when the orgasm finally hits, her whole body goes rigid, then starts shaking, a muffled cry tearing out of her throat as she comes again. drool pools on the pillow under her cheek. her legs finally give out completely and she sinks flat onto the bed, still clenching around you in aftershocks. you stay buried inside her as you follow her down, rocking gentle and slow, kissing along her spine while she pants and twitches.
after a minute you ease out carefully. samira lets out a shaky breath, rolling onto her side to face you. her face is flushed, hair everywhere, eyes soft and tired in the best way. she reaches out and pulls you closer, leg hooking over your hip.
“stay right here,” she murmurs, voice wrecked. her fingers trace lazy circles on your back, thumb brushing over the dip of your spine. “don’t move. i might actually fall asleep like this.”
you laugh quietly and kiss her forehead, tasting salt on her skin. “i still gotta wash and feed you.”
“not yet,” she mumbles and tucks her face into your neck, breathing you in, body heavy and warm against yours.
