↳ ꒰ even now, you’re undressed in your dreams with me. ꒱
# 𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 — you realize you’ve been into your college bff turned coworker for years now. you think it’s gonna be an issue, so you end up switching to night shift. upon working with your night attending, you also realize you really like him too. you also see his tension with the girl your infatuated with. what you don’t seem to realize is that they both really like you, too.
↳ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 — age gap but reader doesn’t have a specified age other than it being close to samira’s, swearing, shenanigans and pining, reader fell first & mohabbot fell harder, gn!reader, some written parts, no smut but it’s a little suggestive, reader is a 2nd year resident & went to college with mohan, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, coworkers to lovers, forced proximity, jack abbot thinks he can handle that (reader) but he can’t, more to be added later.
# 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 — divider credits to @cursed-carmine. i lowkey started this because im very very interested with jack abbot but there is not NEARLY enough samira mohan fics and i also really like their dynamic so she’s also here.
1. coffee smell and lilac skin
2. i’m a stranger in this town
3. everybody here thinks he needs you
4. you’re free with me
5. i know everybody here wants you - written, 1k words
(feat. parker, mel, samira, trinity, baran, emery, dana, joy, heather, cassie, lowkey perlah+princess, and andrew cody at the end lol)
parker ellis who dreams of your happy trail… almost as often as she stares at it. with your permission, she plays with the hair, stroking up and down slowly. intermittently squeezing you with love…
mel king is very normal, very casual about your belly. she peeks as it rests above your buttoned jeans, or spills out when you unbutton your pants for lunch. will be the first of the bunch to straight up ask if she can lick your happy trail. to satiate scientific curiosity of course! just so she can get it off her mind and into action, those will be her actual words. if you manage not to pass out? you’re strong.
samira is very lowkey, won’t reveal she’s particularly aware of any body part of yours, but recognizes a sweet warmth spreads through her body when you hug and your bellies touch.
trinity would be the most self-contained about her fixation, but likely the most invested. she loves your stomach ; at the beach, in your apartment when your big t shirts roll up; best of all when you wear your big sweaters and lift your cute arms, letting the plush fiber ride up to reveal the shape of you… self sooths by rubbing her own belly at night and pretends it’s yours. you find out about this? and offer yourself up for sleepovers whenever she wants 🥲 has very conflicting feelings seeing you, back rested against baran’s chest as the older woman cups the base of your belly. but that’s okay because trinity will be resting her head on your belly and making fun of your digestive sounds with a giddy smile on her face soon. as soon as she can admit her feelings. baran plays with her hair and pulls if she worries your feelings might get hurt but it’s all in good fun.
speaking of baran, she’s the most feral about your stomach. insists on biting your muffin top. sometimes, when you cuddle, she’s halfway down the bed so she can be nuzzling into your stomach. loving the feeling of your skin. will ask to leave hickies where ever permitted and will pout if your stomach is off limits. it’s one of her favorite places on your body aside from your everything.
emery walsh, dana evans, and joy kown would convince you to come to them for belly rubs. legit belly rubs, the practice can help digestion… this is their reasoning for you… but really they just like to rub your belly. and of course skin on skin contact with lotion achieves the best results, if they can get you that vulnerable… bonus points if they tease you by calling you a good boy or girl or whatever, i reiterate dana would call you silly rabbit.
heather my love, you’re the one worshiping her tbh. she’s sheepish and loves every part of you obviously, but she’s usually brushing a finger or three, here and there, if she can reach while you crowd into her space. every touch of hers makes you shiver, desire for a sense control long abandoned when you’re in her orbit.
cassie, oh cassie. do i even need to speak on this? if it weren’t for harrison, she’d die for your tummy, no question. luckily, her love for you and her son doesn’t conflict but rather compliments. you help model positive self talk when visiting during his time with his mom, then help her regulate when he’s over at his dad’s house. you help her regulate : when she comes home, she falls to her knees, leans her center of gravity to be upheld by you, rests her head into your belly, arms loop around the tops of your thighs, fingers brush the seam of your ass cheeks… your belly is her favorite place to nap. envision the sleepy mumbles as she takes a midday nap on the sun, eyes closed and head rested on your bare belly. will squeeze your chest in her sleep though.
you are the unicorn and perlah and princess’ arms are the fence. double sided three way hug. you are in the middle of princess sandwich. this is official.
brooo if you’re ticklish it’s over, cause they’ll all find a way to touch your belly without bugging you but it’s bonus points for them to hear you laugh and giggle and unravel for each lady.
man below
and
andrew cody who stares at you from inside while you lounge by the pool. loves your rolls. especially when you lean forward, as your belly rounds out even more... this man’s brain is so overloaded with longing but his body is frozen, eyes train on you for who knows how long. bonus points if you’re one of derran’s few queer friends and a total stoner and just assume pope is autistic so you’re just normal and nice to him and he’s beyond down bad he’s like deep down depraved level… with love…
cw : fauxcest ⋆˚࿔ blurb | 770 words ۶ৎ special thanks to @str4wbsstuff for high-key making me write again even if it's a blurb!! hope yall like it. ♡
samira loves the fact that she gets to take care of another person, not in a cute way but more like a controlling way.
since her mom lives so carefree with her new boyfriend, something that makes her nerves go up, a lot of that aversion she has to romance is more about her seeing the relationship of the person she considered a role model for so long diminished to a carefree, horny woman that goes on cruises with her new found lover.
then, samira meets you. you're below her in more ways than one; maybe it's the fact that you're a first-year resident, but whatever it is makes samira a bit obsessed with you.
it's cute, at first, of course. she looks at you and sees a woman that is exactly like she was when she started at the pitt. shiny eyes, full of love and patience for the job, she doesn't want that glimmer to fade like it happened to her. so, she gets you under her wing.
people start talking, making passing comments about how much samira acts as your bigger sister, and it is true. maybe it's the way that she grabs your hand when you're about to make an incision, or the way her unwavering gaze looks at you while you work. she's always there, beside you, like a shadow.
so it's not weird that the people talk; she is controlling of you, but in a way that makes you want to thank her. so they start calling her “your big sister"; that nickname is everywhere. slow-mo long forgotten about (which is another reason why samira adores you so much).
the nickname starts to stick, and even you jokingly refer to her as your big sister. and samira, for one reason or another, loves that title, loves the idea of everyone looking at you two and thinking the bond is much more profound than it really is.
she shrugs it off as never having any siblings that made her life more fun, and being friends with you is the closest thing there is to that feeling of having that connection.
surprisingly, outside of work, you two don't spend that much time together. it's not because you two don't want to, but mostly because you're too shy to ask the other one out.
it's not until you suggest a movie night at your apartment, nice, cozy, and secure. it becomes a little routine for you two, waiting till the weekend just to go to your apartment and watch cringy rom-coms while bitching about your love lives in the comfort of your couch.
the more time you two spend together, the more her line of thought changes. she starts seeing you in a different light, work-related clothes abandoned and being more and more comfortable in your tight tank tops that made your tits spill out or those pretty nice pajama pants that your ass looked really nice in. whatever it is, samira can't stop ogling you. and you're not dumb; of course you take notice of the fact that she just can't stop watching every move you make.
and this movie night is a normal one too; you both are lying on the sofa. samira is using an old t-shirt and some shorts that look way too skimpy on her. your head is resting over her thighs, and against better judgment, her hands travel a little too low, leaving them hovering over your ass. your eyes search for samira's; you notice how her lips are parted, holding a breath, and she notices how intensely you're looking at her mouth.
her hand grabs your ass more determinedly, and you don't waste a second; sitting at her lap, both legs parting at each side of samira's thighs.
“i've never—” she says. “not with a girl”
you nod.
“it's okay; i'll teach you this time, big sister." your tone is supposed to be sarcastic, but your breath is so erratic thanks to the beating heart inside of your chest; it sounds out of breath and very much true.
samira's eyes lower to your lips, a little whine escaping from her own.
your eyebrow arches. “you liked that?” you asked, head tilted softly to the side, preparing for the kiss that is about to come. “you liked being called sister? you like being my big sis?”
samira nods, eyes forcefully closed, ashamed at the revelation.
“that's good,” you say. you hear a little ‘huh huh?’ from her, searching for approval. the tables have turned in a way that makes your underwear damp. “because i love being your little sister.”
— ✦ pairings: samira mohan x f.reader x jack abbot (wc: 2k)
— ✦ tags + warnings: 18+ MDNI, threesome, reader gives oral to jack and samira, DADDY KINK, spit sharing, lots and lots of spit lol, rough sex, EDGING, fingering, breeding kink, hair pulling, breastplay, creampie, PRAISE KINK, samira squirts in reader's face
— author's note: heyyy guys it's been a while! im not off hiatus altogether just yet but i'm so happy to be posting smth again. i was going through some really bad writer's block so i decided to write for a new fandom for a change, just to prove to myself i could finish SOMETHING. don't think i'll be doing too much the pitt fics but i go craaazyyy for mohabbot and i was so freaked out when i wrote this. idk what came over me haha. anyways i hope you guys enjoy and stay safe! ILY 💕 - A <3 → m. list♡
Of all the places you could be in the world, on your knees with your head between Samira Mohan’s thighs had to be your favorite.
And really—your favorite.
There she was, legs splayed open on the couch, thighs slick and messy with a mix of sweat and spit, and you—kneecaps sunken into a pillow over the rug, nuzzling your face even deeper into the intoxicating heat of her cunt. It’d been hours—hours—you didn't even know how many, and even though she'd already came on your face three times, you still wanted more. Licking, sucking, nibbling—sometimes you moved your mouth just to move it, just to see what reaction you could get, a soft, pretty whimper, a sudden jerk or low purr, just anything to feel more of her soaking cunt against your skin.
Your mind was swimming, senses clouded by the hedonistic desire for pussy, all rational thought abandoned long ago in some animalistic haze—all you could think about was her, her and her pussy you needed more of, like some kind of drug. You wouldn't be satisfied until you felt her drench you, until your face was coated, dripping with her squirt, and even then you'd felt you'd still keep going. And going, and going. Really, you weren't sure when it was going to stop, or if you even could stop.
You could have spent all day right there just lapping up her sweetness, but for Samira you're sure it must have been torturous. You were licking her slowly, lazily, one swipe of your tongue from bottom to top at a time, flicking it against her swollen, throbbing clit. You knew she must have been overstimulated, her clit almost numb, but you just couldn't help yourself. She whined and clutched at your hair as you flicked your tongue over it again and again, her ragged breaths turning into louder and louder moans as you closed your lips around it and sucked, swirling the tip of your tongue.
And you couldn't help but grin when you delved your tongue lower, deeper, drawing out a sweet groan from her lips, making those pretty eyes of hers roll back into their sockets. It set every nerve in your body alive, made your hairs raise, your nipples harden even though they were already hard—you felt like someone hit you on the head and you were seeing stars. Then you pulled back and swiped the flat of your tongue across her sensitive folds, earning another sharp intake of breath, before you gathered some more spit in your mouth and let it drip down onto her, soaking her even more.
You just…you got greedy, sloppy—savoring the sloshing sound of your tongue, sticky wet ropes of spit stretching between you and her each time you pulled back for another lick. You were using so much spit it dribbled down your chin and onto the pillow and the floor, seeping into the fabric underneath the both of you. She always loved that—when you ate her without caring what a mess you made.
She pulled you in even deeper and for a second it's like your whole mind evaporated. You wanted her to just drown you then, to use you completely. The image was so vivid you could almost feel it—a collar around your neck, the leash wound tightly in Samira’s hands as she reeled you in further and further while she urged you on. Yes, just like that. Eat until you passed out.
You kissed her, gently, your own breaths coming hot and heavier as you fanned your fingers over your own aching pussy, squeezing your overworked clit. You rubbed it so much it was almost raw, chasing and chasing your peak, feverish pleasure building up within you but it was torturous for you too, hours and hours and you still hadn't cum yet, just teetering the edge but never spilling over. Almost. Almost…
And your other hand?
“Good girl. Good job, kitten,” Jack Abbott praised in that rough voice of his that scratched your ears just right. He brushed his hand over your hair repeatedly in praise, reassurance, encouragement, a satisfied smirk on his face as you fisted his long, thick cock, his sticky precum slickening your fingers as they went up, down, up, down…
And then you switched and with a zealous grin you grabbed the base of his cock and tapped it on your stuck out tongue while you looked him in the eye, circling the tip before you took him in your mouth and closed your lips, started sucking.
“Hmm,” he hummed, a deep rumble in his chest as he toyed with your hair affectionately, “That mouth of yours feels like heaven, kitten. Know just how to keep Daddy happy, don't you?”
You nodded eagerly, mouth full of his cock, humming in satisfaction as you bobbed your head up and down, savoring the way his salty precum dissolved into your tastebuds, only gaining more confidence as he let out a low “Fuck,” and then, “Fuck, kitten, just like that, suck Daddy's cock just like that,”
You took his cock deeper in your throat, warmth in your chest from his reactions, sliding his cock in and out while his breathing got heavier.
“That's a good girl,” he crooned before he winced, gritting his teeth as you started playing with his tip, teasing him with your tongue while you stroked his shaft with a firm grip. “Don't worry, kitten, you'll get your reward soon enough,” he promised with a smile.
You smiled, but beside you Samira whimpered in frustration. You were still stroking her softly with your thumb, rubbing tight circles on her clit, just barely giving her pleasure with how unhurried, how distracted you were.
You glanced her way just once, biting back a giggle, before Jack already caught on to what you were thinking. “Looks like our kitten wants me to fuck you, ‘Mira. How bout we give her what she wants, yeah?”
Samira nodded, desperate for relief. “Please,” she gushed, sniffling, her voice weak and thin, “please, Jack,”
“Is that what you call me?”
“Please…Daddy,” she begged again with desperation, disheveled strands of curly hair swaying, lips trembling. “Please fuck me,”
He broke into a grin, stroking himself while he came in front of her and propped her up on the armrest of the couch, the light dancing off her glistening pussy. You were so rapt you were barely breathing, watching as as he slowly pushed the head of his cock into her while Samira whimpered in pleasure and threw her head back, her juices gushing around his cock as he went in. Your lips curved into a devilish grin; you helped prop her leg up, kissing her kneecap, slowly skimming your nails across her inner thigh before softly petting her as he eased into it before he went faster, his thrusts getting rougher, deeper.
You leaned in closer, close enough to hear all the small sounds—
And oh, what beautiful sounds they made.
The sounds of filthy, raw, sex.
The hushed gasps, the soft wet smack of his thrusts as he hit the very deepest parts of her, the slick squelch of his dick sliding in and out as her tight walls gripped his cock, Samira’s satisfied, desperate winces and whimpers.
“Taking me so—” Jack rasped, “—so well, baby,” he grunted, placing a hand on her stomach to feel the bulge of his cock as he split her open again and again.
She nodded shakily, her breath trembling, “D-daddy—” she stuttered, her fingers digging into the plush underneath her, keening desperately as he shoved his cock in her so deep her muscles tensed and her mouth dropped open momentarily. “J-J—Daddy!” she mewled.
“Shh shhh baby, just let it happen. Let Daddy give you the cock you've been begging for,” he breathed, grabbing her hips.
You grinned, before you sat up and started swirling your finger around one of her nipples. “‘Mira,” you sang as you stared down at her lips hungrily, “I bet it feels so fucking good,”
You leaned in and licked her parted lips, and then you kissed her. Hard. Your lips pressed together, her mouth moving in sync with yours, your pussy getting wetter and hotter as you gave in and the kiss got deeper, greedier. Hot breaths filled the space between you as your tongues intertwined and swirled, sharing your spit, humming in satisfaction.
She gasped, moaning into your mouth as he rocked his hips into her, her body reeling from the impact as you clutched her hair, a rope of spit between your lips as you pulled back, transfixed. Her moans were loud, filthy, needy as he fucked her, the sound of skin slapping against skin making your breath draw short and your thighs clench.
You couldn't resist the urge to pop one of her tits in your mouth as you reached down to stroke her clit, you ran your tongue over her nipple, teasing and toying with it harder and harder before sucking and just barely grazing your teeth against her.
“Gonna make you a mommy, ‘Mira, you like that?” Jack gruffed, his breaths ragged as he pounded her.
“Ye-yes,” she panted, nodding, her eyes shut in ecstasy. “Make me a—” she trailed off, murmuring incoherently, “Please, please…make me a mommy,”
“Fuck,” he cursed in a gutteral groan, picking up the pace. “Gonna give it to you, ‘Mira, gonna give you what you want,”
He fucked her some more, relentless, holding her still while she writhed and squirmed. She was yelping with every thrust of his cock, her chest heaving, sweat sheening her copper colored skin.
You smirked and bent down between her legs, and you licked, running your tongue over his cock as it went in and out, and over her clit. She arched her back in pleasure while Jack took a restrained breath before releasing a satisfied sigh.
“Well would you look at that,” he muttered between thrusts, “What a greedy kitten. Wants to taste us both at the same time,”
You smiled and started moving with more frenzy, wiggling your ass in the air as you tasted them, Jack’s thrusts getting more hectic, more sloppy and Samira whining and pulling and pushing you to where she wanted you.
She was hardly even making sense anymore, just barely able to get out a few words. “So-so close, ” she squeaked.
You focused on her then, teasing and sucking on the clit you’d been playing with the whole day, pressing down on it with the tip of your tongue as you swirled on it slowly, then flicking it faster and faster..
“Almost there, baby, almost there…” Jack strained, before he gave you a hard smack on the ass, “Love the way you eat that pussy, baby,”
You grinned up at him as he watched you, and before you know it they were both on the tip of the edge, fucking like nothing else mattered in the world, and then…
All of a sudden they both just exploded, with Samira shaking and convulsing with a shattered groan, her juices gushing out of her and drenching your face while Jack went rigid and emptied himself inside her. You gave a few more licks for good measure, lapping up her squirt and Jack’s cum as it oozed out of her swollen pussy when he pulled out, him patting you on the head.
“Hmm, that's right kitten, lick it up,” he reassured you as he panted, “good girl.”
Samira shivered and Jack kissed your forehead as you finally pulled back and wiped your face.
Jack had a hungry gleam in his eyes. “Hope you're ready to eat, ‘Mira. It's time for our kitten’s reward,” he declared, before he leaned in close to you and whispered, “Gonna make you a mommy too,”
ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴛᴛ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ʜᴄꜱ ⚕ ꜱꜰᴡ + ɴꜱꜰᴡ
CHARACTER DIRECTORY
characters included : charge nurse dana evans, nurse emma nolan, dr. emery walsh, dr. samira mohan, dr. parker ellis, dr. cassie mckay, dr. melissa king, dr. trinity santos, ms4 victoria javadi, ms3 joy kwon
a/n : probably not the smartest move to write a 10 character multi hc pack as a hiatus breaker but all the tags are dry asf.. this will release one character a day until the list is entirely filled!
Inspired by this work ! (Inspired by @tresleches333 ) and others
Warnings: not proof read
Blurb: I need a mohabbot x reader where obviously Mohan & reader sre besties and roommates. This is also with already pre established mohabbot, and one day after their shirft, they decided to get drunk together and hang out. One thing leads to another and they end up making out, like full on kissing and confessing. Mind you, Dr Abbot had been jealous of the reader flirting with other doctors & always makes it known that he’s annoyed & he justifies it by saying he cares about the reader for being Samira’s bsff.
Back to reader and Samira(reader is straddling Samira, she’s just such a soft dom to me), their kiss was sloppy and slow at first, the alcohol making it hard to register and comprehend what they were doing. The two girls pulled away from each other, panting heavily but keeping their foreheads connected.
“Sami, I-” the words leave your mouth as the kiss disconnected. Samira moved her head to the side, still feeling her head on yours.
You sat in that position for a while before it seemed that Samira had made up her mind.
“don’t,” she spoke, moving her head back and making eye contact with you. “just—let me have this,please.” her eyes trail from yours all the way down to your lips before flicking up to your eyes again.
“I’ll stop, but only in you tell me too.” You sat in silence for a beat before she spoke up. “Please tell me to stop.” Her eyes fluttered closed as your lips connected again. The fear you first felt slowly disappearing as you melt further into the kiss, and assuming your old position as you ground your hips on hers.
The morning after, you woke up with Samira in your arms, and the events of last night slowing hitting you with each pulse you feel from your hangover.
You let out an audible groan which wakes Samira up, and you freeze.
“G’mornin’” she yawned out, and pulled you in closer. You only then realised that both you and Samira were naked and cuddling. You didn’t know how to get out this situation without ruining your friendship with Samira, and her relationship with Jack.
Fuck, Jack.
Offending Jack by sleeping with Samira was NOT on your bingo card for the year and you realised you fucked up big time.
“Morning, Sami.” You tried your best to sound normal, ignoring the bottomless pit that formed in your stomach.
“mhhh, (y/n)? We cuddled all night?” She let out with a short giggle. You started becoming extremely anxious.
“We did baby,” the term of endearment slipped out before you could take it back and your heart fluttered. You were seriously going to have a heart attack if you kept this up. You need to flee into your own space immediately. “but—uh, I have to head out now okay. It’s- 08:46,” you use the time as an excuse to manoeuvre out of your current situation.
“Wait,, I was supposed to make you breakfast,” she says while finally opening her eyes, “it’s my weekend. Gosh my alarm didn’t ring. Oopsie.” She sits up and just looks so ethereal, you can’t look away.
The sun that was peaking in through the lace curtains shone on her face which illuminated her features. Looking at her, with the white sheet over her shoulders like a coat, but her perky tits still available for you to look at.
“What?” Samira said in a light voice, she cocked her head to the side and smiled. “Do I have something on my face?”
The question didn’t register until a few seconds later. You cleared your throat and looked away, heat rushing to your face in the process.
“No, you just look so pretty. I’m so in love with you.” You said this with all the seriousness in your heart, but she just laughed it away.
“I love you too, (y/n).” The smile she let out wasn’t as full as it could be.
Samira was in a full on panic mode, and was doing her levelled best to hide it. As soon as she woke up, the events from last night flooded into her brain.
She felt guilty, stupid, but worst of all, she felt relieved. With you, she didn’t have to hide, not that she did with Jack, but it was easier with you.
Everything was easier with you, and she decided that because of that, she would pretend it didn’t happen, that the kiss and sex that happened, didn’t.
Samira wasn’t going to address the elephant in the room until you acknowledge the circus.
“Anyway, was last night really that hot?” She let out a giggle, trying to hint at a reasonable explanation for waking up next to each other naked without pointing out the obvious.
“What do you mean?” You asked, as you pulled on one of either yours or Samira’s shirts that had luckily stayed on the bed.
“We woke up cuddling and naked, I feel like that’s the only way we could end up like that—especially naked. I’m surprised you didn’t shove me away and layer up.” She looked at you earnestly and pulled a shirt from the floor, not really minding whose it was.
“haha, yeah. I guess being around you was so natural I didn’t need to add anything else. Maybe, you’re all I need.” You spoke with pure, unwavering honesty. You tried telling her without explicitly saying it, and like always, Samira was either too naive to see it, or chose to ignore it. You really hoped it was the latter. You definitely would prefer her not remember, over remembering last night and choosing to ignore it, after all, she kissed you the first and second time.
Samira’s eyes softened. “I love you so much, love. But you know I hate getting all sappy in the mornings, it makes me lazy.” She laughed again. Everything was easy with you, even pretending that she didn’t cheat on Jack with you was easy.
Jack. Samira needed to talk to him, or maybe she didn’t? When you left the room go get ready, Samira finally left the guilt consume her. She knew what she did was wrong, hell, she did it because it was wrong.
No. She did it because she needed to. Samira had been harbouring feelings for you two years after you had met, and after you’d had been roommates for a year.
She was so down bad for you, but she also really liked Jack.
Jack reminded Samira a lot about you. Maybe that’s why she liked him so much. Maybe, he was the next best thing?
But Jack was also amazing in his own right, plus, he was fucking loaded. He would take Samira out to expensive places that her and (y/n) would only dream of affording.
None of that mattered though. Samira had to pull herself out of bed to make breakfast. She was glad she had something to do to keep her hands busy and occupied.
Suddenly, her phone was ringing, and when she looked at the called ID, she flinched.
It was Jack.
She didn’t want to answer, but upon looking at their messages, and how Jack had tried to call her 12 times since this morning, she knew she had to answer.
Before she did, she waiting until the call had been missed, grabbed a glass, filled it up with water, sat on the dining table, finished the water and called him back.
“Good morning, Sunshine.” His voice calmed her, but also intensified the guilt she had.
“Hi Jack!! I’m so sorry I missed your calls. I think (y/n) and I blacked out last night. Is everything okay? Do I need to come in? Does (y/n)?” Everything Samira let out was said in two breaths.
“C’mon baby, breathe. You’re alright. But yes. Everything is alright, and no, neither do you or (y/n) need to come in today. How much did you have to drink last night?” His question was odd, but Samira was glad nothing work related was needed. She couldn’t help but wonder why he called her so many times.
“Definitely more than a few shots and two and a half bottles of wine. (Y/n) isn’t a light weight.” Samira said fondly, reminiscing of the times before tonight where you had to take care of her when she would black out. The fondness was replaced by guilt. How could she cheat on Jack and bring up the person she cheated with right away?
“I’d bet.” He chuckled a bit. “I don’t have a lot of time to chat, but I don’t think you remember what you sent me last night. After my shift, I want to talk to you. Bring (y/n) too.” Samira froze. What the hell did she send to Jack, and how the hell did he know that you were involved.
“Sami’, hun, you still on line with me?” He asked, idly calm. Should he be shouting at her? Telling her off? She hadn’t checked the messages yet, and she knew she would have to speak to you about it when you came out of the shower. Samira understood that if you remembered what she did last night, then you would definitely need more time on the shower, or away from her.
“I- uhm yes! s-still here. And sure! I-I’ll let (y/n) know too..” she sounded so unsure of herself, and Jack didn’t care one bit.
“Atta girl. I’ll see you later. Stay safe.” She nodded, forgetting that he couldn’t see her and she sat there, dazed. The food she was supposed to cook forgotten, and the last thing Samira wanted happening, happening. You walked out of the room fully dressed, and god did Samira think you were a sexy woman.
You were so beautiful, your style, the way you carried yourself, your goals— you were perfect in her eyes and she just might’ve messed up one of the good things she’s had going on in her life.
“hey pretty,” you greeted her. She wondered how you kept so calm. If you remembered last night, if you felt how she did, if you felt her lips on yours like she currently feels your lips on hers.
She feels like an addict. Lying and stealing from everyone else just to be able to have access to you at all times. She can’t get enough, and she doesn’t know if she wants to stop.
You looked at the kitchen island, seeping how she haphazardly threw ingredients on the counter that be long since been forgotten. Something must’ve been wrong, so you irgnored the mess, took a banana from the fruit bowl thing you guys got from a thrift store, and sat across from her on the dining table.
“Mira, what’s wrong?” You were never one to explicitly hold back from saying what you thought, but in a situation like this, you had to use tactics to divert her attention to the original problem at hand.
“It’s this. What I texted Jack. After what we did last night.” The room stilled, your voice was caught in your throat and you stared blankly.
“So you remember.” The words felt like more of a statement than a question. Samira nodded.
“So…” Samira started, making sure to avoid eye contact with you.
“So..” you acknowledged, urging her to continue. She was the one in an active relationship, so by default she had the most important say on how things played out between the two of you.
“I don’t—I don’t regret it.” You were shocked, and you didn’t know what to say, or if you were allowed to say anything at all. She continued.
“I-I know that I’m the one who initiated things.. I started kissing you yesterday and I-” she sucked in a sharp breath finally managed to look at you. “I don’t regret last night, and I don’t want to forget it.” The statement was strong, eyes unwavering and full of hope. Samira was finally coming to terms with her emotions, and she felt relieved.
“Sami..” you reached across the table to hold her hand. “I…. I don’t regret it either, I’ve wanted you for so long but Jack… he’s your attending. Your boss. You just risked your job over what.. me?? I don’t understand, why now? When you’re with him, why throw everything away for me?” You didn’t understand why Samira decided to confess her feelings to you, you were happy, extremely so, but you were cautious too.
“Why now? Yesterday just affirmed and confirmed my feelings.. I’d been in denial for so long. I don’t know. I don’t want to lose you, and I don’t want to lose Jack. Can we hear him out, together later on? I think that’ll clear things up, yeah? You should, uh, head out now. Sorry.” Samira winced when he looked at the time. “It’s 9:25, I made you late.” Somehow, through all this tension, Samira found a way to be happy, to be positive, and that just reminded you why you loved her in the first place— she was always the one, and you dreaded losing her to Jack Abbot.
You hoped that the conversation that you would eventually have, all three of you will have a positive outcome. Lord knows you all need one.
a/n
Hey guyssss hope u love this, this is my current obsession. Next chapter is jacks POV 😘😘
-- something more explosive happened first; as one of the very few things samira had outside of work and her research, she could not stand the thought of losing you, even more so at the expense of letting you know how she felt about you. little did she know, neither did you. baby steps would have to do until one of you slips up. unless something more explosive happens first. 1618 words.
cw: samira mohan x female!reader; spoilers for her storyline in s2!! and they were roommates (omg they were roommates) and also best friends. fluff!! confessions!! but before that, reverse comfort.
[ i should stop final-editing these at 1 am. + trinity req anon, it is on the way! mapping out the skeleton of the oneshot before i unleash the 7 rounds of proof-reading and editing 🫡. ]
masterlist | rules
"...you're staring,"
"it's not a bad view,"
"yes, it is a bad view," i laugh, throwing a look at her over my shoulder before fixing my attention back on the paper i was writing, "i haven't gotten around to washing up yet, i've been actually locked in on this thing all day,"
"fine, you caught me, i was plotting how i can kidnap your laptop without you noticing,"
"yeah - well, you're supposed to be resting, 'mira, it's already late enough as it is, you came home later than usual, and you've got a shift tomorrow, bright and early," my eyes shift from the screen of my laptop towards samira and where she lay on the new sofa we bought together - as friends. a stinging reminder to myself not to fall in love with your best friend, ever.
"you look like you need the rest more than i do," she mumbles sleepily, letting out a yawn she hid behind the sleeves of her sweater.
"which is impossible, because one of us works a 12 hour - sometimes more - high demand job and the other writes papers whenever they feel like it all from the safety and comfort of their apartment - trust me, i'm asleep most of the time you're gone," the room fills with the sound of my typing, "i'm just spending more time on the project today because someone fucked up the methodology and i need to fix it up before we submit a soft copy to the boss for checking in 3 days,"
"sounds like you've got time," she muses with a singsong tone.
"nice try, bad influence," i shoot her a look, sticking my tongue out playfully, "i'd prefer to get it done now so i have a reason not to open it when the groupchat is blowing up and everyone else is panicking about not having their section done the day before we have to send it,"
"how responsible," samira snorts sarcastically, shifting around 'til she was staring up at the ceiling, letting out a loud sigh.
my typing pauses and when i glance over at her, she didn't even turn over to glance at me. samira always joked about being able to feel me staring at her, even at the airport when i see her before she sees me in the crowd, or the mall foodcourt when we were still in university. she always turned to look at me to catch my eye immediately then she would always hold my gaze until i looked away first, and even then, out of the corner of my eye, there she was, still gazing right at me. in turn, i would always joke that it was a very useful feature in our friendship when i would both catch sight of something in public that i was definitely going to talk about with her later. but in all honesty, it always made my stomach curl in the best and worst way when i realize her eyes hadn't left me at all, that they would search for me and then linger.
i clear my throat to attempt to catch her attention, followed by a soft cough when samira still didn't budge. she seemed lost in thought - very lost.
i turn back to my laptop once again, proceeding with what i was working on, and after a moment, i speak up, "you alright?"
"hmm?" that was when samira turned her head to regard me with a slightly confused expression, "did you say something?"
"i was asking if you were alright," i huff, "clearly, you aren't,"
"i'm good, kind of,"
the way she seemed to deflate just the tiniest bit made my heart clench.
a few clicks later, i was closing my laptop and walking over to the sofa, "scoot over,"
"huh?" samira asks with a raised eyebrow, pushing herself up into a sitting position, making space for me to plop down beside her, "didn't you have that thing -"
"i might just about shoot myself in the leg if i need to stare at the excel sheet any longer, my vision was going all blurry - honest to god, the rows were moving,"
the way her brows furrow when i looked at her after saying that told me she definitely didn't believe me, but she didn't say anything, just getting comfortable and laying her head beside where mine was.
that ugly vintage clock she saw at a thrift store and just had to get and pay a whole paycheck to get repaired ticks in the corner, the sound of her breathing mingling with it. i could smell her fancy shampoo and it smelled right, on her, better on her than it ever did on me, and the apartment started to feel like home again.
"'mira -" my head turns to her and the words die on my throat when i see she was already staring at me. i swallow thickly, unable to look away. for all her ability in being able to pinpoint if my eyes ever fell on her for longer than a split second, i did not share that skill. if i was being honest, it was often that things like that would happen - i would turn and she would already be staring, half-smiling, and when i looked away i wouldn't be able to shake off the feeling of the strange weight of a stare on my back.
"...yeah?" she nudges me with her elbow.
i blink about 62 times before looking away, "anything you wanna talk about?"
samira stiffens, voice coming out a little softer, "what makes you think there's anything i wanna talk about?"
"seemed like a long shift," my eyes lift to meet hers again with a shrug, "you seem even more run down than usual, even if you spent a few extra hours back at the hospital,"
samira opens her mouth to argue.
"please don't lie and say it's fine, something is clearly on your mind - you need rest and you aren't getting it if you're like this,"
"like this?" she lets out a soft laugh.
"you know what i mean, samira,"
we both look away, the room once again filled with the soft ticking of that damned clock and a car passing by outside on the street.
"...i don't know what to do,"
"...about?"
"my mom, my career," she scoffs and there was just a tinge of hurt, "mom - she sold the house in new jersey and is going off on some adventure with her boyfriend and she refuses to hear me out, and today - robby - he -"
by the time her voice cracks and the tears start spilling from her eyes, i have my palm pressed against her back, rubbing soothing circles on her back as she hiccups, "i - i don't - i don't know what to do -"
"you don't have to talk now, honey, breathe," my free hand presses against her chest, over where her heart was starting to thunder.
"i - i was ready," she exhales raggedly, "but i didn't - i didn't want to leave you,"
my eyes soften, "it's okay, samira, we can talk about this later -"
"i don't want to leave you," she just about sobs, reaching for the hand i had on her chest, squeezing the life out of it, "i'm not going to leave you,"
"'course you're not," i smile reassuringly, squeezing her hand just as tightly, "you're my best friend,"
somehow, she looks just a little more crestfallen at that.
"you don't understand," she sniffles.
"what don't i understand?" my hand lifts to wipe away her tears.
"i love you,"
my heart stops, my stomach starts doing sommersaults.
"i love you too, samira," i swallow thickly as i brush the hair from her face, "you know that." but truthfully, she doesn't know the half of it, is what i remind myself with a heavy heart.
"no - i love you," samira says a little more firmly, "i've loved you ever since we graduated and you went off on your own and i went into med school. ever since we renewed our lease even though we agreed to move out and go our separate ways after university. i was scared - really scared, and i thought by leaving to go back to new jersey with my mom, i - i could pretend -" she trails off, shaking her head and looking down for a split second before meeting my gaze again, a new fire in her eyes, "but now, i realized that maybe the world is telling me not to run away from it."
oh.
there were no words to verbalize how i was starting to feel, nothing to describe the absolute flood of emotions that washed all over me, the warmth that was crawling up from my stomach to my chest.
"but if i've made you uncomfortable -"
i press a fingertip over her lips, "stop talking and breathe for a few, genuinely, your heart's beating a thousand miles a minute,"
she still stares up at me with those eyes. those beautiful doe eyes, soft and expectant, an unfamiliar glint of nervousness in them from the anticipation of what i was going to say, her grip still tight on the one i had on her chest tightly. the kind of eyes i could get lost in forever, and eventually find home in.
i couldn't resist the urge to smile wider, releasing her hand so both of mine could move to cup her face, "don't worry, you're not the only one," i smooth my thumbs over the swell of her cheeks, "i love you, samira, just the way you love me too."
(a/n: im bored and i just got to thinkin lol. also sorry they don't look like actual text messages. I'm not all tech savvy like you guys are and I have no idea how to do that so this will have to do lol. enjoyyyyyy)
Robby
You: [Image Attached]
You: First time doing this. hope you like it 🫣
Robby: …fuck
Robby: Good lord.
You: did I distract the doctor?
Robby: Distracted is an understatement. I’ve completely forgotten how to read.
Robby: You look absolutely incredible. I wasn’t expecting this when my phone buzzed.
You: Too much?
Robby: Never too much. Just perfect.
Robby: I have ten minutes left on my shift and I don’t know how I’m supposed to focus on anything else now.
You: Guess you’ll just have to hurry home then.
Robby: I’m closing my laptop right now.
Robby: Don’t move. Stay exactly like that. I’ll be there in fifteen.
Jack
You: [Image Attached]
Jack: Are you trying to kill me?
Jack: I’m zooming in. I’m saving this to a hidden folder.
Jack: If you think for one second I’m staying for my full shift after seeing this, you’re insane. I’m vibrating. I want to bite you.
You: Careful, Jack. People are watching.
Jack: They can watch me walk out the door.
Jack: You look delicious. Disgusting. Perfect. I’m actually angry at how good you look and how far away I am right now.
Jack: Do not put clothes on. Do not move from that spot. Wait for me.
Dennis
You: [Image Attached]
Dennis: i literally just stopped breathing.
Dennis: are you trying to get me fired? because i will walk out of this hospital right now. i am not joking.
Dennis: the way you’re looking at the camera? absolutely not. i’m losing my mind.
You: careful, dennis. you have patients.
Dennis: i’m actually angry at how far away i am from you.
Dennis: i’m coming home.
Dennis: i’m going to devour you the second i’m through the door.
Langdon
You: [Image Attached]
Langdon: hey so, what the fuck
Langon: I’m in the middle of a board meeting.
Langon: Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? You look devastating.
You: did I interrupt something important? My apologies, Doctor.
Langdon: Don’t you dare apologize.
Langdon: I’m looking at you again. The lighting, the way you’re touching yourself????
Langdon: I want to trace every single line of your body. I want to see if you taste as good as you look in that photo.
Langdon: I’m leaving. Right now. They can finish this meeting without me.
You: Someone’s in a hurry.
Samira
You: [Image Attached]
Samira: holy shit.
Samira: i just almost walked into a glass door. i’m not even kidding.
Samira: i am staring at this in the middle of the hallway. you look absolutely incredible. the curve of your waist? i’m losing it.
Samira: i need to be doing things to you. right now.
You: sounds like you’re having a productive afternoon.
Samira: my productivity just hit zero. the only thing i can think about is pinning you down and making you make those sounds i like.
Trinity
You: [Image Attached]
Trinity: ur joking right.
Trinity: i’m just sitting here staring. you look so soft and perfect. i wish i was there to touch you right now.
Trinity: i’m definitely leaving early. i can’t stay away from you when i know you’re waiting for me like that.
You: See you soon?
Trinity: Much sooner than I planned. I'm on my way.
Mel
You: [Image Attached]
Mel: wait.
Mel: i just had to walk into the supply closet.
Mel: you look incredible. i’m actually a little shaky.
Mel: i can’t stop looking at it. i’ve already looked at it five times in the last two minutes.
You: Thought you might need a distraction.
Mel: i’m counting down the seconds until i can get out of here.
