hospital heat
word count: 2,117
contains: SMUT, jealous and possessive mel, jealous and possessive sex, fingering, oral, dirty talker mel
the shift at ptmc had been one of those endless ones where every bay seemed to overflow with chaos and every chart blurred together under the harsh fluorescent lights. you moved through it all with the steady grace that always made mel’s eyes soften when she caught sight of you across the nurses station or down the hall. the two of you had been keeping things quiet for months now, stolen kisses in the supply closet, late night texts that turned into sleepy voice notes when she finally dragged herself home from a double. it wasn’t that you were hiding exactly, just that hospital gossip moved faster than any trauma alert and neither of you wanted the extra eyes.
you were finishing up a chart when trinity santos leaned against the counter beside you, her scrubs still crisp despite the hours and that easy confident smile playing on her lips. she had been circling closer lately, compliments on your suturing technique, offers to grab coffee after a rough trauma, little jokes that lingered just a beat too long. you laughed politely and kept it light, your mind already drifting to the text mel had sent earlier promising she’d meet you in the locker room once things slowed.
trinity glanced around once like she was checking for eavesdroppers then lowered her voice just enough. “hey, can i ask you something?” you looked up from the tablet, offering a small smile. “sure, what’s up?”
before you could say more mel rounded the corner, her tall frame cutting through the hallway with that focused stride that always made your stomach flip. she had her glasses perched on her nose and a chart in hand but her eyes found you immediately, softening for half a second before they flicked to trinity standing way too close. mel slowed, joining the little huddle at the counter like it was casual, but you could read the subtle tension in her shoulders.
trinity didn’t miss a beat. she straightened a little, still smiling that bright resident smile, and turned her attention fully to mel. “dr. king, perfect timing actually. if there’s nothing going on between the two of you, you don’t mind if i ask her out on a date, do you?”
the words landed like a defibrillator shock in the quiet corner of the nurses station. you felt your face heat instantly, eyes darting between them. mel’s expression didn’t change at first, that professional mask locked in place, but you saw the way her jaw tightened, the way her fingers flexed around the edge of the chart she was holding. the air between the three of you thickened in a way that had nothing to do with the usual er bustle.
mel’s voice came out even, low, that calm doctor tone she used right before she took control of a crashing patient. “and what makes you think there’s nothing going on?” trinity blinked, clearly not expecting the direct pushback. she laughed a little, trying to keep it light. “well i mean i haven’t seen anything official and she’s single as far as i know. figured i’d check with you first since you two seem close. respect and all that.”
you opened your mouth to cut in, to say something polite that would shut this down without drama, but mel beat you to it. she set the chart down slowly, deliberately, and stepped just a fraction closer to you so that her arm brushed yours. the contact was small but electric, a silent claim.
“she’s not single,” mel said simply, her eyes locked on trinity now with a sharpness that could have cut through trauma shears. “and even if she were, the answer would still be no. she’s with me. has been for a while now.”
trinity’s eyebrows shot up, surprise flashing across her face before she recovered with a quick nod. “oh. shit, my bad. i didn’t realize. congratulations then, seriously. you two make a cute couple.” she pushed off the counter with a casual wave, already backing away like she knew when to retreat. “won’t happen again. have a good rest of your shift.”
she disappeared down the hall and the silence that followed felt heavier than any code blue. you turned to mel, heart hammering, ready to whisper an apology or a joke to ease the sudden tension, but she was already looking at you with an intensity that made your knees feel a little weak. her hand found the small of your back, guiding you away from the station and toward the quieter hallway that led to the staff lounge.
“mel,” you started softly once you were out of earshot, “i wasn’t going to say yes. you know that, right?” she didn’t answer right away. instead she kept walking until you reached the small on call room that was rarely used this time of night. she pulled you inside, closed the door behind you, and finally let the mask slip. her hands came up to cup your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks as she searched your eyes like she needed to reassure herself you were still hers.
“i know,” she murmured, voice rougher than usual. “i know you wouldn’t. but hearing her ask like that, like she thought she could just… take you out, show you off, touch you the way i touch you. it hit harder than i expected.” her forehead rested against yours, breath warm. “you’re mine, baby. and i don’t share.”
the kiss that followed wasn’t gentle. it was hungry, possessive, mel pouring every ounce of that jealous spark into the way her mouth claimed yours. her tongue swept in like she was erasing any trace of trinity’s words from your lips. you melted into it immediately, fingers curling into the front of her scrubs, pulling her closer until there was no space left between you. when she finally pulled back you were both breathing harder, the room suddenly too warm.
“not here,” you whispered against her mouth even as your body argued otherwise. “shift’s not over.” mel groaned softly but nodded, pressing one last fierce kiss to your forehead. “after shift. my place. i need to remind you exactly who you belong to.” her voice dropped lower, the promise in it sending heat straight down your spine. “and i’m going to take my time about it.”
the rest of the shift dragged in the worst way. every time you passed each other in the halls mel’s hand would brush your waist or her eyes would linger a beat too long, dark with intent. trinity kept a respectful distance after that, shooting you both apologetic smiles but staying far away. by the time you finally clocked out and climbed into mel’s car the tension between you had coiled so tight you could barely sit still.
the drive to her apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the radio and the occasional squeeze of her hand on your thigh. she didn’t speak much, just kept stealing glances at you like she was already picturing everything she was going to do once that door closed. the second you stepped inside her place mel had you pressed against the wall, mouth on yours again, hands sliding under your shirt to map every inch of skin like she needed to reclaim it.
“bedroom,” she growled against your lips, and then she was lifting you, carrying you down the short hallway with that easy strength that always left you breathless. she set you on the bed gently enough but the look in her eyes was anything but. she stripped off her scrubs and yours with efficient, hungry movements until you were both bare and she was crawling over you, caging you in with her taller frame.
“tell me you’re mine,” she whispered as she kissed down your neck, teeth grazing just enough to leave faint marks that would bloom tomorrow. her hand slid between your thighs, fingers teasing through the slick heat already waiting for her. “say it, baby. i need to hear it after tonight.”
“i’m yours, mel,” you gasped as two of her long fingers pushed inside you without warning, curling just right. “only yours. always.” she hummed in satisfaction, pumping slowly at first, building that delicious pressure while her mouth found your breast, sucking a mark into the soft skin there. “good girl. because no one else gets to have this. not trinity, not anyone. this pussy is mine to fuck, mine to taste, mine to make cum until you can’t remember anyone else’s name.”
her words alone had you clenching around her fingers. she added a third, stretching you open while her thumb circled your clit in tight steady strokes. you arched into her, moaning her name like a prayer, hands fisting in her hair. mel worked you higher and higher, eyes never leaving your face, drinking in every whimper and gasp like it was oxygen. when you finally tipped over the edge she didn’t stop, riding you through it until you were shaking and oversensitive.
but she wasn’t done. she kissed her way down your body, replacing her fingers with her mouth, tongue licking into you like she was starving for the taste of your release. she ate you out with single minded focus, two fingers back inside curling against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. you came again on her tongue, thighs trembling around her head, and still she kept going until you were begging, voice hoarse.
only then did she pull back, lips shiny and swollen, and reach for the strap she kept in the nightstand drawer. she buckled it on with quick practiced movements, the thick silicone already glistening with lube. she settled between your spread legs again, rubbing the head against your soaked entrance.
“look at me,” she ordered softly. when your eyes met hers she pushed in slow and deep, filling you completely in one smooth thrust. the stretch was perfect, overwhelming in the best way. mel held still for a moment, letting you adjust, forehead pressed to yours again. “feel that? that’s me inside you. only me. no one else will ever get to fuck you like this.”
then she started moving, hips snapping in a steady rhythm that had the bed creaking and your moans filling the room. she fucked you hard and possessive, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other gripped your hip, angling you so every thrust hit exactly right. sweat slicked your skin, bodies sliding together, and mel never stopped talking, low filthy praise spilling from her lips between kisses.
“you’re so fucking tight for me, baby. taking my cock so well. gonna fill you up until you forget trinity even exists. you’re mine to ruin, mine to love, mine to keep.”
you came a third time with her name on your lips, clenching around the strap so hard she groaned and followed you over, grinding deep as her own pleasure hit. she collapsed on top of you afterward, still buried inside, pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulder while you both caught your breath. her hand stroked down your side, gentle now, the jealousy burned away into pure tender possession.
“i love you,” she whispered against your skin, voice soft and raw. “so much it makes me crazy sometimes. seeing someone else try to take what’s mine… i just needed to remind us both who you belong to.”
you threaded your fingers through her hair, pulling her up for a slow, sweet kiss. “i love you too, mel. and i’m not going anywhere. not ever.”
she smiled against your mouth, finally slipping out and pulling you into her arms, bodies tangled under the sheets. the city lights filtered through the blinds, soft and distant, and for the first time since trinity’s question the tension in her shoulders was completely gone. she held you close, one leg thrown over yours, hand resting possessively on your hip like even in sleep she needed to keep claiming you.
outside the er would keep spinning tomorrow, charts and traumas and long shifts waiting, but right now in the quiet dark of her bedroom there was only the two of you. mel’s breathing evened out against your neck and you let yourself drift, safe in the arms of the woman who had just fucked every last doubt out of you and loved you harder than anyone ever could. no one else was ever going to get the chance to ask you out again. mel had made sure of that tonight, in every kiss, every thrust, every whispered mine that still echoed in your bones. and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
written by: @snoopymelking
tagged: @eyek0ns , @linziee , @grayyyz , @rockangelsz , @nickswriting , @djosfool , @femmescars
