Why Not Both?
(Baran Al-Hashimi x Yolanda Garcia x fem!reader)
Summary: Yolanda Garcia and Baran Al-Hashimi both take the Pitt halloween party you’re hosting as a challenge. Who can get you.
Warnings / tags: smut (18+ !!): fingering (r!receiving), strap-on (r!recieving), a lil praise (good girl, etc.), minor choking (hand on throat, nothing fr), competitive ahh sex
Notes: # need them both actually
Halloween is, apparently, a very big deal to the staff of the Pittsburgh ED. When you decided to host something, a small get together suddenly turned into a full on house party. Most everyone from the Pitt arrived in full costume with either a bottle or a bag of candy in hand. The lights were dim, the music was a little too loud and the kitchen was filled with booze. What could go wrong?
“Y/n. Hi.” Doctor Baran Al-Hashimi walks up to you when she sees you getting a drink alone–the third of the night already. “I see you’re having a good time.” She motions to your drink with a slight grin. Baran is dressed as… a cowboy? Her curly hair is tied halfway up as usual under a brown cowboy hat, she has on a white tank top underneath a tight denim vest and a pair of low-rise, bootcut jeans. She’s even got cowboy boots and a fake gun holster around her waist. She looks unfairly good.
“Baran, hey! I gotta be honest, I wasn’t expecting the cowboy costume from you.” You say with a smile, taking a sip of your drink.
“My son is obsessed with cowboys right now. He wanted us to be matching and ended up going trick or treating with his friends from school anyway.” She shakes her head, although she’s still grinning. “You look…” she very obviously looks you up and down, taking in the short skirt of your costume. It makes a sudden heat rise in your cheeks, but you figure it’s just the alcohol.
“Hot.” Before Baran can finish what she was saying, Doctor Yolanda Garcia appears behind you, a drink already in hand and a smirk on her face. She’s dressed as a female Indiana Jones–loose white tank top, brown cargo pants, combat boots, the hat (in her hand, rather than on her head), a brown jacket, and what looks to be a very fancy knife (one that you can guess probably isn’t even fake) in a belt holster. You look between the two of them, blissfully unaware that they are now staring daggers at each other.
“Thanks. You don’t look half bad yourself.” Yolanda laughs at that and Baran just scoffs.
“High praise, coming from you.” Yolanda replies in a slightly lower tone, leaning in just close enough so that you can feel her breath on the back of your neck. It causes a slight shiver and, clearly, Baran notices.
“Well, aren’t you two a cute couple.” She deadpans as she walks back into the crowd. Before you can even call after her, Emery Walsh–dressed in a ghostface costume–is coming over to talk to Garcia and you’re suddenly sucked into the conversation.
Throughout the night, no matter who you’re talking to, you’re somehow making eye contact with either Garcia or Al-Hashimi. Either one of the two of them is smiling at you from across the room, or simply just watching you while pretending to be engaged in some other conversation. You figure it might just be because everything is so hectic–they could be looking at anyone. It's probably just a coincidence.
By one in the morning, most everyone has left. The final few people to leave are stumbling out the door and wishing you a happy Halloween. The apartment is almost empty. Aside from two people. Garcia had gone to the bathroom just a minute ago and Baran is now standing in front of you, gathering her things.
“You host a good party, y/n. Kudos to you.” She says teasingly. As she zips her purse, her eyes fix on yours. She takes a slow step closer. “Though, there were just so many people. I hardly saw you.”
“Did you want to see more of me?” You ask jokingly, following with her tone.
“Yes.” Baran replies almost too seriously. Her voice is low and smooth, and she's looking at you like she’s trying to analyze your every little reaction. After a moment, she takes another slow step in, until she’s close enough that her hand can land on your waist. “I never actually got to tell you how good you looked tonight.”
You’re left at a loss for words. Her steady hand is on your waist and she’s so close–you open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. She lets out a soft laugh. Slowly, while watching as if to see if this is okay, Baran leans in. She leans in until your faces are just inches apart… and she kisses you. Her lips move against yours slowly, and tentatively. Like she wants to hold this moment in time. At least, for the first few seconds. When you start kissing her back? It changes. She kisses you more insistently, her hand taking a tighter hold on your waist while yours comes up to cradle her face. Your lips part and her tongue slips inside and–
“Wow. I didn’t know you had any game, Baran.” Yolanda’s voice suddenly comes from behind you yet again. You’d entirely forgotten that she was still here. You drop your hands and get a little distance from Baran… but she doesn’t back away. She doesn’t even let go. Just as you’re about to say something to make up for the PDA, Yolanda speaks up again. “I didn’t say you should stop.”
You look between Baran and Yolanda. Suddenly, the air in the apartment feels charged with something hot and electric and entirely inescapable. As Yolanda begins walking closer with that smirk on her face, Baran pulls you back in. You aren’t even expecting it when your lips connect with hers again… but you lean in. The kiss is even more heated now.
Before you know it, you feel another pair of lips on you, pressing against the back of your neck. Garcia’s hand pushes the hair back, her lips leaving a trail of kisses along her neck as she presses against you from behind. Her hand lands on your hip, opposite to where Baran’s hand is still gripping your waist. She moves down, her teeth sinking into a spot that she figures must be sensitive based on the little sound you let out. Baran takes the opportunity to slide her tongue between your parted lips.
It’s not long before you feel a hand sliding up your torso. From behind, Yolanda moves her hand until she finds your chest. She wastes no time, squeezing your breast roughly through the top of your costume. As if on cue, another hand moves. Baran’s hand slides down, under your skirt, between your thighs. This time, it's her movement that elicits a gasp. Garcia grins when your lips break apart from Baran’s because of it.
“You like this, don't you?” She asks almost mockingly with another squeeze. She kisses up until she can whisper in your earlobe. “You didn’t want to pick one, so you’re making us share.”
“Well, it’s not her fault you couldn’t just let me take care of her.” Baran argues, her lips brushing against yours, though not quite connecting.
“It’s not her fault you just don’t know what you’re doing.” Yolanda argues back, eyes flicking down to her hand where it rests, not giving you enough friction, between your legs. “Come on. You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” When Yolanda presses her hips against you from behind, you most definitely feel something hard press against you. You look over your shoulder at her. She just chuckles, “I always come prepared.” Because of course Yolanda Garcia would just casually wear a strap-on to a halloween party.
Baran lets out a scoff, gently grabbing your chin with her free hand and guiding your face back to her. “I think you’re too confident in what y/n wants. How about you let her decide?”
With both women close enough that your breaths are mingling, your brain is simply short circuiting. You’re supposed to pick one? No way.
“Both.” Is all you can manage to say.
You see Baran’s eyes widen and hear Yolanda scoff. But they don’t protest.
“Which way to your bedroom?” Yolanda asks after a moment. It seems both women’s grips tighten on you.
Your bedroom door slams shut as the three of you stumble into the room. Baran is holding you by the hips, tugging you forward, while Garcia has a grip on your wrist so that she can keep you close enough to still messily kiss along your neck. Baran spins you just as Yolanda is leaning in, guiding you to sit on the edge of the bed. Yolanda scoffs and gives her a glare, but it only seems to drive the two of them on. As Baran starts tugging at the hem of your costume to pull it off, Yolanda gets onto the bed behind you, pulling you back by the hips easily. You end up in a somewhat awkward position, top halfway off and one leg hanging off the bed.
“You can’t ever be patient, can you, Yolanda?” Baran scoffs as she watches Garcia’s hands slide possessively over your bare torso, pushing your shirt up over her bra. Her hands grip your chest through the fabric. She looks at Baran, kneeling behind you, hands gripping you, and a smirk on her face.
“You’re moving too slow.” Yolanda says almost mockingly. One of her hands slides from your chest, down to the belt buckle of her pants. “Im just trying to give her what she wants.”
Baran scoffs and finally crawls onto the bed. She guides you to a more comfortable position–kneeling in the middle of the bed, legs spread, with Al-Hashimi kneeling in front of you and Garcia behind.
“I doubt it.” Baran mutters, almost glaring at Garcia’s hand grabbing your chest. She leans in close, until you’re face to face and slowly pushes your shirt all the way up and off of your head.
Just then, you feel two sensations at once: a hand pressing against your panties from the front, and silicon rubbing against you from behind. Baran and Yolanda glare at each other for a moment. Then they look at you.
“Is this what you want?” Baran asks lowly as her fingers start circling your already damp panties. You nod in response. She laughs softly, her fingers pressing harder just to hear you gasp. “Use your words.” She murmurs.
“Yes.” You reply quickly. From behind, you hear Yolanda chuckle. Her hips suddenly press against yours, the hand that was still on your chest moving up to lightly wrap around your neck.
“Of course it is.” Yolanda mutters. Her free hand guides the silicon strap-on to press against your core, all while Baran’s fingers circle with just slightly not enough pressure over your clit. A moan slips out uncontrollably from your lips. Yolanda grins just as she presses another kiss to your neck. “Say please.” She says as her fingers slide your panties to the side, the silicon pressing against your wet entrance. It seems, for once, Baran and Yolanda can agree on something, because Baran is watching you expectantly, her fingers now just hovering where you want them.
“Please. Please fuck me.” You manage to get out. Baran grins and Yolanda bites her lip.
“Good girl.” Baran mutters. Her fingers now press down against your clit, suddenly rubbing circles in just the way you need. A surprised moan almost slips out, before Baran is kissing you again, swallowing the sound.
You only pull away from the kiss to gasp when Yolanda shoves into you with one rough thrust. The sudden full feeling of the strap-on and her hand around your next just a little tighter is enough to have you shaking already.
“How does it feel, huh?” Yolanda whispers in your ear as her hips start slowly thrusting, her hand sliding down to grip your hip. Baran watches your expression twist as she does, her fingers briefly stuttering just with how enraptured she is by you.
“So good.” You moan out just as Baran’s fingers press against your clit with more pressure.
Yolanda and Baran are treating fucking you like a competition. Every time you moan at a thrust from Yolanda, Baran flicks your clit and makes you moan louder. Every time Baran leans in for another kiss, Yolanda trails ten down the back of your neck.
This back and forth continues until Yolanda is fucking into you at a pace that has even her grunting from the base of the strap-on pressing against her clit, Baran’s hair is messed up from you tangling your fingers into it to pull her in closer, and you’re a panting, moaning mess.
“I- im gonna cum–” You barely stutter the words out as your thighs shake from another flick to your already sensitive clit.
“Good.” Both women speak at the same time, breathy and labored. The only sounds in the room are your moans, Yolanda's grunting, Baran’s heavy breathing, and the slap of skin on skin as Yolanda doubles her efforts to push you over the edge.
Suddenly, at the same time, Baran rubs your clit just right and Yolanda shoves up so deep you swear you can feel it against your cervix. It makes you see stars. In a second, you’re moaning and shaking and cumming all over Baran’s fingers and Yolanda’s strap on.
No one slows down until your hips are twitching and your moans turn into whimpers from the overstimulation. Your head drops forward, onto Baran’s shoulder, as you try to catch your breath.
“God, you did so good.” Baran mutters as she withdrawals her fingers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before licking them clean.
Yolanda is busy sucking marks into the already sensitive skin on your neck, not yet pulling out, also trying to catch her breath. For a long moment, the room is quiet aside from the sounds of your breathing. You can’t form a coherent thought yet. You’re too caught up in how fucking good these two women just made you feel. You actually let out a soft scoff of a laugh thinking about it. Yolanda perks up.
“Sounds like you’re ready for round two.”
You don’t think you’ll ever make it out of this bedroom.
