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sugar mommy!baran... who brought you a large bouquet of roses and rented out a private room in an expensive restaurant for your first date. she wanted your first time meeting in person to be in a quiet intimate space.

sugar mommy!baran... who asks you to accompany her to the opera. baran loves the opera and rarely has anyone to join her. she loved that she was able to take you to your first opera concert.

sugar mommy!baran... who calls you her princess because that's what you are, her pretty princess.

sugar mommy!baran... who made your first time being intimate together special. rose petal trails, candles lit, champagne on ice, chocolate covered strawberries, speechless by beyoncé playing in the background. it may seem a little cliché, but you deserved nothing but the best.

sugar mommy!baran... who was hooked on you immediately after your first time together. the next day all she could think about was tasting your sweetness again. she was ready to give you her entire life just for another taste of you. if you wanted a house, a car, the planet, she was ready to give it to you.

sugar mommy!baran... who doesn't use a strap on to fuck you because she loves to feel your walls clench onto her fingers.

"you're gripping me so tight, baby."

sugar mommy!baran... who loves to buy you expensive heels and jewelry just so you can wear them when she fucks you.

"you wore this f'me, princess?"

"yes, mommy."

"princess, you're so good to me."

if you're riding her thigh and you're wearing that pretty diamond necklace she bought you the other day, she'll loop her finger around it to pull you in and give you sloppy wet kiss.

sugar mommy!baran... who goes weak in the knees whenever you look up at her with those beautiful eyes of yours while she's knuckle deep in your sopping wet cunt.

sugar mommy!baran... who sits you in her lap after a long day in the ED and wants you to tell her all about your day. sometimes she'll pull your panties to the side and toy with your clit.

"mmhm, princess. what else did you do today?" she says as she runs her fingers through your wet folds to collect your wetness to run it over your puffy clit.

you'll be moaning and whining, and she'll still expect you to tell her every detail of your day.

"did you eat today, honey?" she asks and all you can do is nod because she is still toying at your sensitive clit. "princess, use your big girl words."

"y- yes mommy." you managed stutter out.

"good girl." she praises. "always such a good girl for mommy."

sugar mommy!baran... who wants to fund your entire lifestyle. she doesn't even want you working, she thinks a pretty girl like you shouldn't be working. you deserve to have every need met in an instant and baran does just that.

sugar mommy!baran... who moves you into a luxury high rise apartment in the same apartment building as hers. she wants you close and wants to keep eyes on you 24/7. can you blame her? you're such a sweet, pretty girl anything could happen, but she still wants you to have your own space to move around freely.

sugar mommy!baran... who loves how willingly you allow her take care of you. you don't protest when she tells you to charge anything you need to her card, even though she still gives you an allowance.

sugar mommy!baran... who takes you on those trips to turks and caicos or the maldives that you see on your tiktok for you page. she'll buy you all the cute little bikinis and dresses you want for the trip. baran can't wait to fuck your pretty little pussy while on vacation.

sugar mommy!baran... who buys outfits that she thinks will look good on you because she loves to dress you like her personal life size doll. she loves for you to give her a private fashion show to show off the new pieces she bought you.

"give mommy a twirl, princess."

sugar mommy!baran... who swears she doesn't have a foot fetish but every time she sees you in a pretty pair of heels with a fresh pedicure, she wants to lay down at your feet and kiss them.

sugar mommy!baran... who loves to talk to your pussy.

"look at her." she coos. "so pretty and so wet all f' me."

"i think she missed me, baby. she's all ready for me and so needy for my attention."

sugar mommy!baran... who gets jealous whenever you tell her that you're going out clubbing with some of your friends. the outfit you're wearing is tiny and form fitting, and it's driving baran crazy to think random people will be looking at you in that outfit.

"mommy, i promise you we're just gonna be dancing," you try to reassure her. "no funny business."

"i'll be here waiting for you. i wanna take that off you when you get home."

sugar mommy!baran... who loves when you get bratty, which is hardly ever because you're always such a sweet girl for her, but when you do, she knows how to handle you. she'll kept your hands tied to the headboard above your head because she knows how much you love to touch her during sex. she has your legs wide open and tied down as well, while she has a vibrator on high working your clit overtime.

you're so sensitive and squirming, but she doesn't listen to your whines and pleas about how sorry you are and how good you'll be for her.

"be still and take it." she commands. "if you were sorry, you wouldn't have gave me attitude, right? right, honey?"

"it's okay, princess, mommy'll get that right outta you."

sugar mommy!baran... who wants to keep you as her pretty little housewife. baran worships the ground you walk on and wants to keep you protected and taken care of. she wants you in every aspect of her life. you're her special girl, and truthfully she's grown to be obsessed with you. her perfect, sweet, and pretty girl. she wants you to have her last name and a pretty diamond on your ring finger. when she gets the chance to wife you up, she won't hesitate.

💌a/n: i thoroughly enjoyed writing sugar mommy!baran. she might make some more appearances in the near future.

you're not sure when exactly you started feeling differently though. you've always assumed that this was never all that serious for santos. she was just trying to get over her ex and you were happy to help… at the time. here lately though, things have felt a little more tense on your part; you find yourself lingering in her bed as she showers after a few rounds, lounging in her blankets for as long as you can before you inevitably find yourself in the back of an uber and riding home alone to an empty apartment.

whether in her bed or yours, you find yourself dreaming up all kinds of rational excuses to write off the way you feel. maybe it's just the proximity or maybe it's the fact that you've been bone dry for longer than you'd care to admit. it's not actual feelings; it's just you being lonely and needing someone to help scratch an itch.

whatever the case may be, you still find yourself in her apartment, tugging nervously at the hem of the little dress you borrowed from kim. your shoes dig into your heels and ankles, and the makeup feels awkward and out of place on your face. part of you just wants to tuck tail and run, but you know that if you do, you'll be lambasted at the pitt for weeks for bailing.

you'd been blessed with two days off for the halloween weekend, as had trinity. when she'd asked you if you had plans for the days off, she'd acted offended when you answered with a resigned oh, nothing too crazy. apparently, it was the worst crime ever to not do anything for halloween. in truth, your plans consisted of buying discounted bags of candy from the store and watching classic halloween movies until you fell asleep on the couch.

instead, she'd practically bullied you into coming to the "lowkey party" she was throwing since whitaker was working a double and wouldn't be in the apartment to complain about too much noise and too many people and too much mess. you'd been promised plenty of candy and other snacks, and more than enough alcohol.

so that's where you are now, music bumping just loud enough that you can feel the bass reverberating in your bones, and surrounded by colleagues who managed to swing a couple of days off like the both of you. there are neighbors of trinity's that you recognize too, younger college students who you've run into on your way to and from the apartment. the woman of the hour is standing in the center of a group of people, neighbors and coworkers alike, her eyes bright and her hands gesturing wildly as she tells a story. you watch her for a few moments, feeling that conflict rise in your chest that always comes when you see her, even at work.

honestly, it hurts you a little more than it usually does (and more than you're willing to admit), so you decide to help yourself to the alcohol trinity promised. it takes you no time at all to find a hard lemonade to nurse over the next few hours, your arms crossed over your chest, ice cold can biting into your palm as condensation slicks your skin.

it's a little surprising that she doesn't come find you for the first hour or so that you're at the party, though it's not exactly like you made your presence known to her. it's probably for the best anyway, this distance; you're sure she's just waiting for garcia to make up her mind so that the two of them can get back together and you are not interested in breaking your heart more than necessary. you love yourself more than that.

it's not until you're holding court with one of the medical assistants from work that you feel a presence at your back, warm breath lifting strands of your hair. you turn to look to your right and there she is: trinity santos in all her glory with a bandana tied around her neck, a fringe vest, and a cowboy hat sitting askew atop her head of brown hair (which is pulled back in a low ponytail, longer than you've ever seen it).

she laughs at a joke one of the group members manages to get off between drunken giggles and other meandering sentences before she finally turns her attention towards you. "hey, kitty-kitty," she murmurs lowly, green eyes hooded and cheeks flushed a soft pink. "come with me for a sec?"

you almost say no, fully loaded with the excuse that your friends here will miss you, but then her hand brushes your elbow and you feel yourself falter the way you always do when it comes to her. it happens a lot faster with the faint heat burning under your own skin, having had a few more drinks than you originally told yourself you'd have. (damn kim and her penchant for dragging you into doing shots with her.)

you go easily. your friends do not notice that you've gone at all.

it's a quick, familiar path down the hall to her bedroom. when she opens the door, soft golden light spills out into the hallway before it's swallowed back up in darkness once the both of you are in the room and she closes it behind you. there's a beat where you stand in the center of the floor for a moment, turning wobbly circles as you reorient yourself with the space: fairy lights strung across the top of the curtains, messy desk in the corner, a laundry basket half filled with folded clothes, bathroom door cracked open.

her hands are on you before you process it, head sluggish with alcohol, warm palms sliding over your hips and pulling you into her chest. she noses at your neck and her breath there makes goosebumps rise in its wake. you're vaguely aware of the thought that you should tell her to stop, but you're caught between a drink and a set of wandering hands, and it's almost impossible to find the right words.

"trin…" you manage to say, lifting a hand to halfheartedly tug at hers, trying and failing to get her to let go of you. "we shouldn't… everyone's… there's so many people out there."

it's not exactly what you want to say and you know that, even with as drunk as you are. santos only hums absently in reply, but makes no move to really pull away and you give yourself a moment to recenter and straighten out the words you do want to say. not casual, not fair, stop.

"trinity," you try again after steeling yourself and finding the thinnest shreds of sobriety. she does stop then because you never use her full name. "we shouldn't do this."

"why not?" she asks. if you were anyone else, you'd think she was angry at you, but you aren't and you know what she really is: confused.

"i can't…" there's a breath and a beat of quiet broken by the sound of laughter and music. "i can't do this anymore. it's not… i just can't."

she breathes against your shoulder, a long, deep pull of air. you don't know if it's because she's trying to think of a response or because she's expecting you to continue, but when the quiet drags on longer than you're comfortable with, you find yourself going on a ramble, words a little slurred and train of thought less than on track but not quite derailed.

"i thought i was okay with the casual thing, but i'm really not and-and i know you're trying to get back with garcia, so just… we shoudn't do this anymore."

you're certain you sound like an idiot and you're not surprised about it at all. being with her has always made you feel a bit like that. you never minded it before, maybe even enjoyed it a bit, but that was… well, before and this is now and—

and now trinity is turning you around by your hips. you balance unsteadily in the heels you initially thought were a good idea for a cute halloween costume, but now you're sorely regretting them for a million reasons. the first offending one in this moment is that you almost stumble directly into her arms. she catches you anyway and then her hands find their ways to your cheeks, pulling you in. despite your impassioned spiel from thirty seconds ago, you melt easily into her mouth as always.

"did you hear what i just said?" you ask between kisses. she tastes like blue razzberry beatboxes. she told once forever ago you she doesn't drink that "fruity shit," yet here she is.

"bullshit," she mumbles in reply, fingertips sinking into the back of your neck.

"what?" the work comes out of you bewildered and breathless.

"you heard me." one kiss, two, three. "it's bullshit. stay the night."

"what?" you say again.

she pulls back this time and looks you head on. her hands shake you just a bit, a formless, lovesick smile on her face. "that's all bullshit, brat. stay the night."

when you blink at her dumbly, she rolls her eyes. "she made it kinda clear she and i were just casual, so this?" she gently shakes you again. "this has never been casual."

"so then… what about me never staying the night…"

she shrugs. "i figured you just didn't want to. i wasn't going to ask you to do something you seemed uncomfortable about."

"i wasn't… i thought…"

"i know what you thought, kitty," she cuts you off quietly, "which is why i'm trying to fix it. now… do you want to stay the night or not?"