baran guilt-fucking her much younger resident because it’s so, so wrong but you’re so, so beautiful, except she fantasizes about taking care of you and making you hers only to quite literally crumble in your arms. she’s all pathetic and wet after a slide of tongues in a heated kiss and every ounce of control flees her body. you recognize the surrender almost immediately and catch her in the fall, cupping her cheek and plainly whispering, “it’s okay to let go, baran.” baran trying to protest as you sink down to your knees and being all, “no, i’m—i’m supposed to be taking care of you,” and you don’t say a thing as you slip her panties down her hips and start to kiss up her thighs, tracing a tantalizing path to her core. “i’m a doctor, too, you know,” you hum between her legs. “and i have just the thing for you.” eating her out until she’s whimpering your name, all protests leaving her body as your mouth latches onto her clit. baran who seldom cusses in front of you, but lets out a whiny, “fuck, please, please, honey,” while you’re devouring her without reservation. slipping your fingers into her heat and feeling her clench around your digits, rocking her hips into your hand with every thrust. it’s nice to see her so shameless, to finally lose control, the one thing she’s been willing herself not to do since the day she met you. except it isn’t anything like her fantasies. no. it’s the opposite, but far fucking better. “yeah, you gonna cum for me? show me exactly who you belong to?” you groan out, aroused all the same from her noises. watching her squirt all over your shirt as she rides out her high, unable to give you more than her loud moans and little whines. not that it matters, because she sounds incredible either way. baran cupping your chin when she finally catches her breath, sighing in adoration as you nuzzle into the touch. “sweetheart, that was. . .” she paused and smiled down at you, albeit with obvious timidity, then, “i’m sorry about your shirt.” you just smile right back and say, “don’t be sorry. now can i do that again?”
