When Trinity gets sleepy at work, she heads off to find McKay, who's always with Javadi. She gives dirty looks until Mckay wraps an arm around her waist. "Vic isn't my type. She's a friend. You're just realllyyyy tired."
After Baran scolds Santos in front of people, such as telling her to learn from senior residents such as Langdon. She stomps off to mckay with a lot of anger and tells her, "She thinks i could learn from Langdon. What could I learn from that piece of trash? Cass, please tell her never to do that in front of Langdon. It gives him an ego." Then cassie tells Baran everything Santos said, including the "who does she think she is?" And "how dare she?!"'s
"I dont feel like doing anything tonight. Is that alright with you two? Im really tired from the shift, i have a pounding migrai—" Baran stops Trinity gently, clasping her two hands in hers. "You never have to explain yourself to us, Trin. Whether you had an overwhelming day or simply just don't want to, that's ok." Trinity getting butterflies cause somebody cares and genuinely wants her happiness "are you–" she goes to begin being interrupted by Cass."Shut up. It's ok. We don't mind. If you don't want to? You never have to. Even if we wanted too. No. Its called boundaries. " she schools Trinity causing her to flop back in bed groaning.
Since both Baran & Cassie are older women and both chronically offline. Santos will mention things, and they just be like, "??" Cause she'll be in the middle of surgery and start mumbling."Can you let me in, please? Have you fed the dogs? Can you let me in, please? " or "boyfriend, im nervous"
Santos knows how to drive, but barely. She passed her test by the skin of her teeth. Aced the theory but miserably failed the practical that she had to resit it 3×. She decided for her safety and everyone else's to never drive. So McKay pulls up to her house. "Hon, im outside" with Santos trudging out mumbling about how she knows how to drive
Since its my birthday today. fanfic writers best write a fic where Baran praises Trinity whilst Cassie degrades her. Then both women give her the awesomest aftercare.
if you’re upset about dr al hashimi’s ai thing in the pitt, pls watch sepideh moafi play badass anti-ai yearning lesbian hour nazari in class of 09. it will heal you.
as big of a mcvadi and barantos truther as I am, the concept of cassie brat taming trinity is so delicious. pengis explode. like I think they both need it actually :/ I mean look at thaaat wowwww
cws: smut, jealousy, gagging, marking, handjob, unprotected sex, public sex, choking kink, sub!Han (I had so much fun teasing him I’m sorry)
word count: 2298
summary: Seeing another woman flirting with Han makes your brain go brrr
a/n: (just looking at this man makes me want to dominate him, I have no regrets) thanks again to @pineapple-burgah for inspiring me with a lot of sub!Han pics hehe, this one is for you girl. I also would like to apologize to every person working in clothing stores
“What about this one?”, you asked after pulling back the curtain.
Jisung looked at you for a second before his smile grew bigger.
“You look very pretty”.
Your shoulders slumped as you pouted. Of course, the compliment made you happy, but it wasn’t necessarily helping you with choosing an outfit.
“That like the fifth time you’ve said that”, you huffed but grinned when he pouted as well.
“Not my fault my girlfriend looks good in everything she’s wearing”, he cooed, leaning down a bit to press a quick kiss on your lips.
You shook your head at his stupid love struck words, but kissed him back. He was your stupid love struck boyfriend after all.
He had agreed to accompanying you to the mall and help you search for a new summer dress, but it turned out that he wasn’t helpful at all. Every time you showed him another one he would look at you with heart eyes and compliment you, not the outfit choice.
Maybe you just hadn’t found the right one yet, it had to be a dress that would make him swoon even more.
The next one had a floral print and a slit on the side, maybe that one would do the trick? But coming out of the stall, Jisung wasn’t standing in front of you. He wasn’t even looking at you. He was standing a few feet away, talking to one of the employees. She was obviously attracted to him, laughing at everything he was saying, even resting a hand on his arm.
It wasn’t his fault, it was his damn natural charm and cuteness, but you were still not having it. That was your man and yours only.
Without even wanting to get that agitated, you felt your anger bubble up. It was literally making your blood boil. A low growl was forming in your throat.
And with that, you stepped back into the changing cabin, getting out of that stupidly cute dress.
At this point, this was about revenge, you thought as you were looking into the mirror. You would show her that he was yours.
Mind blank because of raging jealousy, you took off your underwear as well.
“Jisung?”, you called out with a raised voice, “Can you help me with the zipper?”.
“Of course, my love”.
You snorted at the nickname he chose. Yeah, you would show him who he was in love with.
He pulled the curtain back just a bit to slip inside and when he looked at you, there wasn’t only love in those boba eyes. They were big with a lot of surprise in them, he was too stunned to speak. Jisung just stared at you in silence, lips parted.
You pulled him close before his body reacted any further or he realized that you were presenting yourself in your bare form while the only thing shielding you from literally everyone in this store was a layer of fabric.
With a swift motion you shoved him against the wall beside it. A little yelp was pushed out of his lungs, he held his breath.
“What are you doing?”, he whispered.
“Proving that you’re mine”, your fingers grabbed his hoodie, he whined.
“Huh?”.
His hands didn’t move, as if he didn’t know if he was allowed to touch you like this in public.
“I saw you, you know”, your lips grazed his jaw, “With that woman. Do I need to put a leash on you so you’ll stay?”.
He shivered, literally trembling as he let his head fall back against the wall out of instinct to give you more room to kiss him there.
“Oh god”, another whimper.
“Was that a ‘yes’, baby?”, you cooed, “Want me to put a collar on you to show everyone who you’re belonging to?”.
His hands finally found your waist, holding onto you for dear life.
“Please stop”, he said softly, voice broken, but instead of pushing you away, he was squeezing you in his hold and urging you to get even closer.
One hand of yours got hold of his jaw, holding him in place while the other one sneaked under his hoodie. With a featherlight touch, you let your fingers dance over his abs, relishing in how much he was squirming against the wall because of it.
You bit into the skin right below his ear, pulling another whine out of him.
“That woman seemed to like you”.
“I- hahh- I didn’t do anything”, he replied immediately.
You grinned against his skin, placing another kiss to his throat before stepping back a bit. Jisungs eyes were glassy and big, the devotion in it basically screaming at you. God, you wanted to eat him whole if you could.
“I know baby”.
Jisung would never, he loved you dearly. And you were fully reciprocating these feelings, you just liked to tease him and he enjoyed it - you knew he liked to be handled a bit rougher.
So you palmed him through his pants, massaging him with a slow pace. The grunt he let out and the fact he already was involuntarily humping your hand encouraged you to grow bolder, to go even further and unbuckle his belt.
“No wait-!”, he stopped you mid motion, talking frantically, “You wanna do this here? But- I can’t, I-“.
You cupped his cheek, gently stroking it and he really fucking leaned into the touch. God.
“Can’t stay silent?”.
He shook his head, already breathing quicker.
You tongued your cheek, but then grinned widely.
“No problem”, you said, picking up your panties, “Open”.
The little moan he gifted you went straight to your pussy, watching him obeying you without words and opening his mouth so willingly made you throb. You shoved the fabric between his teeth, he bit down on the lace, his eyes fluttering shut.
“What a good boy you are”, you praised him, earning a muffled gasp.
You got back to your previous task, opening his pants and moving your hand past the waistband of his underwear to pull his dick out. Your hand wrapped around his shaft, feeling how he twitched immediately.
Jisungs hands were stroking you absentmindedly, as if they moved on their own - hovering over your spine and going down to your ass. His breath was ragged and came in quick huffs through his nose, face scrunched up in pleasure.
He was already leaking, you used your thumb to spread his precum over the head, he grunted.
“Does that feel good, baby?”, you smiled, giving him a few slow pumps.
The dark haired nodded weakly, too caught up in his bliss. You yanked him towards you by the collar of his hoodie, your lips met his throat again, biting the sensitive skin, sucking on it.
His taste was as sweet as ever, your tongue swiped over the angry red color. You grinned at the mark, satisfied how prominent it was, everyone would see it and know that he was taken. You didn’t care about the fact that fans could see it, they were all already suspecting that he was in a relationship.
You pulled him away from the wall some more, moving to his neck. He rested his head on your shoulder, slumping against you as he whimpered when you sunk your teeth in there too.
You felt his fluttering heartbeat and you were sure you both were synchronized. He clawed at you, holding onto you as if you could vanish any second.
“You’re doing so good, Ji. Want a reward?”.
Jisung sighed as soon as your hand was jerking him off a bit faster, nodding again.
You let go off him, guiding him to sit on the stool in the cabin. The glasses he chose to wear today were a bit wonky, all fogged up. You took them off, setting them aside so you could properly look at him. His face was reddened, jaw and throat littered with faint remnants of your lipstick, hickeys on the right sight of his neck. You grinned.
He reached out for you, eyes hazy like he was drunk. Spit was running down from the side of his mouth to his chin. He already looked so perfectly ruined, it turned you on so much you couldn’t wait anymore. Holding back now was not an alternative.
So you climbed onto his lap, straddling him and taking his face into your hands.
“Baby, when I remove your gag, will you be able to stay quiet?”.
He shook his head quickly, already trembling out of pleasure and a grunt coming up when the head of his cock got trapped against your clit.
You pouted, pressing a kiss against his sweaty temple. You decided to let things be like they were, scooting closer and guiding his dick to your entrance.
Jisungs whole body tensed up with the attempt to be quiet as he was sliding in so easily because of your arousal. You had to additionally press your hand over his gagged mouth to smother as much sound as possible. He was moaning so loudly, you were sure someone must’ve heard him. His eyes were silently begging, and it was not the kind of plea of asking you to stop.
When he looked at you like that, he wanted you to ruin him completely, he wanted to come apart and he wanted you to use him for your pleasure.
It sparked a fire inside you. As if this situation wasn’t already risky enough, he was also looking at you like that.
He bottomed out, his hands pushing your hips down as much as possible, letting you grind on him like this.
“Thaaats it, baby”, you praised him, your hand sliding down from his mouth to wrap your fingers around his throat, “Give me a sign when I can move, yeah?”.
Jisung huffed, closing his eyes for a second and letting his head fall back into his neck. He was twitching and pulsing heavily inside of you, his sensitive cock being stimulated so good by your fluttering walls.
He reached impossibly deep like this and you felt so damn full. The sensation made you sigh in satisfaction, the fingers of your hand that wasn’t currently holding him in place entangled in his soft hair. You combed them back, scratching his scalp gently because he was doing such a good job.
A hum rumbled in his chest, soft but deep and he pulled you closer, encouraging you to rock your hips back and forth.
You began slowly, rolling your body to test the waters and how well he actually would be able to keep his voice down. When you were sure he had accommodated to the intense feeling at least a bit, you decided to go quicker.
You squeezed the sides of his throat to enhance his pleasure and he actually whined so loud at this, for a second you thought that he had just reached his release. His body was jolting, he actively squirmed underneath you to meet your movements halfway, needily fucking up into you.
His saliva reached your hand. He made a mess out of you probably as much as you did to him, your arousal constantly present as your juices oozed out. It was messy, the wet sounds so sinful, it made you deaf to everything else around you. You kissed his cheek, his jaw, his neck - you weren’t able to keep your lips off of him anymore.
You yanked your panties out of his mouth, a string of saliva connected him to it but you ignored it. You pulled him into a searing kiss, asserting more pressure on his windpipe as you hungrily swallowed whine after choked whine he let out.
You were drunk, high on adrenaline and serotonin and his lips seemingly being the source of your addiction. Jisung moaned into your mouth, your rough treatment giving him no other choice but to surrender. Not that he would ever complain though, but when his desperate sounds drove you into your orgasm and your walls clenched around him violently, he joined you.
Another squeeze on his throat made him choke on his grunt while he painted the insides of your pussy, filling you up so deliciously and throughoutly, it left you breathless.
You finally let him inhale, catching his breath shakily.
“You okay?”, you whispered, swiping over his chin to get rid of his spit there.
“Yes- yes, my love”, his voice was so broken, it made your heart jump, “Haahh, I-“.
He didn’t finish his sentence, he wrapped his arms around you and clung to you with all his strength left. The embrace grounded both of you, made you come down from whatever all of this was.
“Sorry, baby. This probably was a bit much, huh?”, you mused, stroking his back.
He shook his head.
“That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed”, he chuckled, still a bit hoarse, “Just don’t do that in public again, maybe? I mean, I would do it again, though. But I don’t think we’re allowed to come back here”.
You felt hot, the back of your head tingling with guilt but at the same time, you were still basking in your post orgasm afterglow, so you could only giggle at his answer.
Jisung watched you get dressed and you helped him to look like he hadn’t just been wrecked in a changing room, but you didn’t let him cover up those hickeys.
These were your pride and as you walked out with him, holding his hand while his face was red out of embarrassment, you couldn’t help but grin and wink at the employee he previously had talked to. She looked at you with a mixture of irritation and anger, obviously knowing what just had happened in there. But you didn’t care, you had won after all.
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