cunt connoisseur

For Amber. When Mel had sought you out, her own eyes teary, after speaking to Amber’s little sister. Right before you went home after the mass casualty. 

Mel had thought it looked exhausting. 

And she learned about your reputation–sweet resident who was too young and too soft for a place like the ED. Collins thought you weren’t gonna last a week until she took you under her wing. Robby had to tone things back when he gave you feedback out of fear that you would burst into tears if he spoke too harshly. Even Santos put a pause on her usual crudeness when you would bound around her. 

Crybaby, was what she nicknamed you. 

Mel thought it was cruel. 

You just felt things deeply. That was your strength. People focused on when you would cry after a failed procedure, after losing someone who had a family and a life, but it was what made you human. They didn’t focus on how determined you would get when working. How you got so overjoyed with positive results that sometimes you would bounce up and down a little. How you would flare up like an angry cat when someone got too brave with one of your patients. How warm you got when it was just you and Mel. 

Mel noticed, though. Mel noticed everything about you.

You cried the first time she had sex with you.

Arms wrapped around her so tightly that Mel thought her struggling to breathe was because of the way you were clinging to her (it wasn’t–your cunt just felt so good it made her forget how to get air in her lungs). Big eyes staring up at her, barely blinking away from her face, as tears rolled down your cheeks as Mel had rolled her clit against your own. Tiny hiccups had escaped your swollen lips, skin warm as your nails dug into her ribs. Felt like you were trying to get to her own heart, with how you spilled yours for her. 

Normally, Mel would’ve been worried. Would’ve stopped all movements and put five feet between you before she could make things worse, like she was so good at doing. But things were different with you. She knew how to handle you. Knew what you could get like and, honestly, she would’ve been worried if you didn’t cry.

Because the way you expressed your emotions for others was how you communicated them for yourself. 

It was how you showed her how much being intimate with her meant to you, your silent way of saying ‘I love you’ when you were too blissed out to actually get the words free. It was trust handed to Mel that made her feel needed in a way she had never felt before. And she was obsessed.

A small, strangled gasp leaves you when Mel notches the head of the strap against your hole–clenching, needy. Probably still a little sensitive from her fingers, but Mel was nothing if not determined and meticulous, making sure you were going to get that emotional closeness you both craved with as minimal pain as possible. Your cheeks are still flushed from how long you’d spent between her own legs as well. The thought made her own clit throb as she slowly began to push inside of you, eyes stuck on the way your mouth falls open in little whimpers as your eyes flutter. Lashes not thick with tears. 

As she bottoms out, Mel leans over you so her front is pressed against yours, nipples brushing as your clit nuzzles against the base of her strap, making your thighs tremble around her hips. Face close enough to yours so she could press her lips right to your cheek. 

“Mel,” you breathe after a moment, squirming under her just enough so she can hear how slick you are around her cock. She doesn’t move. It’s not intentional, not meant to be teasing–just her freezing so she can take you in. So near and adhering to her like you were afraid that if you let go of her, she would disappear. Her lips against your face as you whine under her, hips bucking up to at least try and grind your engorged clit on her to get some friction. Some more pleasure to add to the satisfying weight deep inside of your pussy. “Mel–”

The repetition of her name, the slightly whiny tone at the end, makes her snap out of the daze, pulling away enough only to press her forehead against yours.

“Sorry,” she whispers, hands pressed in the comforter on either side of you. “You just– I can’t believe you’re real sometimes.” Her tone is soft, barely above a breath as she finally draws her hips back just enough to have you gasping and trembling again. The slow draw against your walls probably being enough to stimulate those sensitive spots. If it weren’t for the fact that she knew your body so well, Mel would still be able to tell from the way your eyes fill with tears.

“That feels– perfect,” you praise, voice shaky as your hands move to knead at her shoulders, back arching so you can rock up against her hips. Give her some pleasure as well from the friction her pussy gets from fucking you slow and deep. Her favorite way. “Oh my god–”

“Shh, shh, you’re okay,” Mel manages, barely able to get the words out from the heat curling through her. One of her hands slips between your legs, pointer and middle finger moving to press against that bundle of nerves. Give you every little bit of pleasure that your body could handle before those small tears would escape from your eyes. Exactly what she wants. She knows it subconsciously–wants that level of faith that you’ve never failed to give her before. “Can you cry for me?”

A moan is leaving your lips, eyes fluttering shut, and eyebrows pinching together as you buck up against her in a particularly rough thrust that makes Mel’s own movements stutter. It’s the end of her steadiness for the night, the next movement of her hips uneven in rhythm as she tries to focus on angling the strap to focus on those spots that would have you creaming around her. 

“People don’t– Ask me to cry,” you whimper, voice thin as you peek your eyes back open, half-lidded. Watery. Mel rubs your clit just slightly. Sees the way it makes your breath hitch, and the next second, it has the first set of tears falling over your waterline. “Usually tells me to stop,” you whine as your arms scramble to encircle her shoulders, mouth pressing up to hers. You’re close, Mel can hear it in your voice. 

“I love it,” she whispers, her own brows pinching together as she rolls your clit between her fingers just right. Right enough to have you trembling and sucking her cock into your pussy as you silently let the tears fall. Strangely, it feels therapeutic. “I love you. Anything you want to give to me– I’ll take it.”

You keen quietly, nails dragging over her shoulders harsh enough that Mel knows you’ll want to put lotion over her back once you’re done. 

“I’m the one who gets you like this,” she whines, mostly to herself. Too far gone in your body. In the way you make her feel. “S’for me–”

“I love you,” you repeat to her, her words falling on deaf ears. You’re panting softly, continuing to  fuck up against her and make tiny sparks of pleasure dance along her spine as she presses her mouth to yours. Nudges your nose with hers. “Y’so good to me, Mel. Fuck me s’good.” Her hips stutter again, brain lighting up at the praise and at the fact that you’re telling her how good she is for you. How good she is at making you cry around her cock. The thought is too much, her fingers dancing over your pussy faster as she practically falls onto you, hips drilling into your cunt in a way that has you squealing. A few warning gasps of her name as you press your palms against her back. 

Mel wondered if you had any emotion left for yourself, because you just loved to give it to her.