𝓴.

You started watching her from afar. Fleeting glances at work when she approached the nurses' station, in the operating rooms when you called other doctors turned into something more when you inadvertently discovered that you worked out in the same gym. You just saw her in the next room, huffing and puffing, hitting a punching bag so hard it almost flew off its chain. That's when it all started.

Despite your best efforts to focus on stretching and what the trainer was saying, your eyes kept drifting to the other side, where Yolanda was doing more vigorous training. You watched intently. The way her jaw tensed when she delivered a particularly powerful punch, the way the veins on her forehead bulged when she felt like she might lose, her gaze slid across the large room and the perfectly clean windows to you. That was the first time Yolanda smiled, a smile that almost made your knees buckle.

Nurses and surgeons rarely interact, considering that every shift is a living hell and you work on different floors. But even so, nothing stopped you from knowing each other's names and occasionally chatting after shift, while everyone else sang karaoke and drunk Trinity winked both at you and Garcia. It had seemed insignificant before.

You'd always found Yolanda attractive. Friendly attractive. But who'd have thought such a body was hidden beneath all that scrubs? The outlines of her abs are visible even through that damn thin tank top, which she doesn't even wear a sports bra under, forcing your gaze to wander over her body too shamelessly.

The contours of her shoulders and arms are so perfectly etched that at some point she begins to seem unreal. The muscles of her thighs contract with every step she takes. If you look closely, you can see beads of sweat trickling down her neck. She's probably just a figment of your imagination.

At first, it was just glances. Fleeting at first, then focused after a while. Her eyes began to soften as she looked at you from across the operating room or the boxing gym. Then you started saying hello every time at work, sometimes a dozen times a day, smiling at each other more tenderly each time, and then?

The sounds of her puffing and bodies collapsing on the mats every half minute were too distracting for your workout. Pilates was undoubtedly a very intense class, but what was happening in the next room was clearly more interesting. After a few minutes, the desire to see her up close overwhelmed your common sense. Biting your lip, you slowly stood up, folded up your mat, grabbed your phone and a bottle of water, walking out of the Pilates room under the disapproving gaze of your trainer, who decided not to say anything. Within seconds, you were entering the boxing arena.

The smell of sweat and the faint taste of iron immediately filled your lungs, making you wince slightly. Several men you recognized stood below. You quietly greeted them and stood next to them, looking up at the ring where Garcia was hurling curses at a man roughly 1.5 times her size as they pounded each other all over, leaving bruises and drawing blood.

Yolanda's lips looked bad, but damn sexy, with a thin trickle of blood leaking from her parted lips, running straight down her neck.

"Supporting a friend?" A male voice interrupted your thoughts. You smiled softly, not taking your eyes off Yolanda as she swallowed blood, her throat straining. "A colleague. Garcia and I work together," you gently correct him, not really caring what else they said because your eyes were glued to her swaying figure and the sexy thin film of sweat covering her entire body. Your bottom lip is seductively caught between your teeth.

You shift from foot to foot, tilting your head to the side, studying her as best you can, taking in how quickly she moves from one end of the ring to the other. She seems to be in her own world, oblivious to everything around, but then her gaze falls on you. It happens for literally a split second, but it's enough for her to miss a punch that is literally knocking her legs off balance. Well, she was definitely distracted.

The man who clearly spared no effort with her, stops and squats next to her body, now unexpectedly smiling and offering her his hand, which she grabs, standing up and spitting blood.

"You shouldn't get distracted by cute girls, gonna lose again." He claps Garcia on the shoulder, earning a sideways glance from her as she wobbles under the ring railing and looks straight at you, but doesn't stop now. She just passes your shoulder with such force that you flinch. You swallow hard, but follow her anyway until you reach the lower floors, where there are only locker rooms and absolutely no people.

"Are you planning on following me home? Or do you really want to watch me shower?" Yolanda stops abruptly, practically slamming your face into her chest. You blush slightly, speechless for a moment under her heavy gaze, but then you swallow, taking a step back.

"There's no need to act like that rude." You frown, looking up at her with equal concern.

"I lost because of you. That's enough." She mirrors your expression, almost comically.

"Excuse me? It’s not my fault you were a bad fighter" You take a bite, pressing your lips into a thin line and looking at her crushed expression, because you're never rude to people. Well, most of the time. "I just came to see you."

Yolanda is angry. You can tell. She chuckles bitterly, still breathing heavily from spending over an hour punching people and bags. You can't help but glance at her heaving chest, at the glistening skin, but you're immediately drawn back to her face, as sexy as the rest of her body. Dried blood stains still decorate her upper lip.

"What the fuck, doll?" She swallows as she speaks, taking an unexpectedly large step toward you, almost trying to force your hands into contact. "Who do you think you are, huh?"

"You walk around in your cute little pink suits, bending over like you're dreaming of getting fucked." She smirks, but continues, her eyes never leaving yours.

"You have some shame at work at least. And here you come to watch me kick some ass? Want me to be rough with you too, huh?"

Her monologue ends with a wet spot on your panties, which she can feel at a spiritual level without even touching you. Yolanda may not be a romantic, but she's no fool and definitely knows when she turns someone on.

"You'll work on my loss, tiny." She combines roughness and sweetness in her voice, grabbing your hand and practically pushing you into the empty locker room, permeated with the faint scent of sweat and other people's deodorants. Your heart starts pounding, but it still doesn't make you resist, following her obediently until you reach the far corner where she pushes your back against the locker, causing a searing pain that's immediately drowned out by her lips. Her blood still lingering on her tongue.

She's persistent and rough, biting more than kissing, but you do everything to keep up, wrapping both arms around her neck, not trying to hide your moans when her thigh finds itself between yours, her muscles so tense that you instantly feel it.

Garcia smiles, her hands already sliding under your pink top, lifting it up and revealing your breasts, which she's almost started to drool over after a few seconds of staring. "Fuck, you're so good."

Her tongue leaves a long trail down the hollow between your breasts, kissing them a few times before moving her hands down to them, biting, squeezing, tugging with her teeth and fingertips as you squirm, pulling her with your touch, rolling your eyes and tugging at her hair, trying to pull yourself closer.

Garcia glances up, giggling and pressing one last kiss to your sensitive nipple, straightening up and towering her shadow over you again as you stare at her with clouded, darkened eyes.

"On your knees, doll," your mouth instantly goes dry, your breath catching for a few seconds as you stare at her, eyes wide.

"Can't you hear me? On. your. knees." Yolanda places a heavy hand on your shoulder, pushing you down until your bare knees meet the cold tiles covering the locker room floor. You swallow hard, but choose not to wait any longer, lifting your hands and pulling her black shorts down first, taking a few seconds to examine the wet stain on her red boxers and how huge her cock looks through the thin layer of fabric.

With trembling fingers, you hook the elastic of her underwear, pulling it down her legs, watching as her cock hits her stomach with a soft slap. Your eyes slide over her thick, sinewy length, your hands instinctively reaching out to wrap around the base, knowing you won't be able to take her all the way into your mouth. she's huge.

Your tongue darts out, gently licking her dripping head, earning a soft moan from her. "Don't tease."

You bite your bottom lip, sighing and opening your mouth wide enough to take her in, inhaling her musky scent and her cologne as you lower yourself onto her cock, moaning at the taste. She's so big that your jaw starts to go numb after just half a minute, but the desire to satisfy her is so much stronger.

With one hand stroking her base, the other gripping her hips, you hollow your cheeks, trying to take her as deep as you can, moving faster, then slower, varying the pressure to drive her crazy.

"Fuck, fuck, baby…" Garcia's eyes close unlike her mouth, filled with hoarse moans and occasional whines. She braces herself with one hand on the closet, leaning forward because she feels like she might fall from how well you're sucking her, how warm and perfect it is in your mouth.

"Damn, you're amazing," Yolanda says through clenched teeth, breathing raggedly and trying to grin as her free hand presses against your head, causing her sensitive tip to hit the back of your throat with every trembling thrust of her hips.

You can hear her breathing heavily and wheezing, trying to hold back her orgasm because she doesn't want to cum so quickly and seem so pathetic that she couldn't last two minutes in your mouth.

You pull away, earning a whiny sound from her. With both hands you squeeze and stroke her cock, never taking your eyes off hers for a second. "Cum. Cum all over my face."

Your mouth is parted, millimeters from her throbbing tip. Yolanda literally explodes at your words and the desire with which you utter them. With a loud moan, she rests her forehead on the crook of her elbow as thick ropes of sticky cum stain your face, landing in your waiting mouth, a few drops running down your chin and onto your tits.

You milk her dry, leaving nothing to escape, and then demonstratively swallow everything that lands on your tongue.

"Fuck," She pushes herself away from the closet, breathing heavily and wiping the beads of sweat that have formed over the past few minutes from her forehead. You rise slowly, holding onto her hips. Your knees ache, but you try to ignore it as you come face to face with her again.

Yolanda looks into your eyes with genuine lust, leaning forward and pulling you into another kiss, tasting herself on your tongue and licking up her cum. Her moans are hoarse, her breathing barely able to catch, and her head falls onto your shoulder.

"I need to be inside you," She whispers, her hand grabbing your thigh to reach under the fabric of your gym shorts, sloppily pulling them down along with your panties, helping you step out of them. Yolanda grabs your leg below the knee, pressing it to your chest, making you squeal in surprise at the stretch.

Her lips find your neck as she lines her sensitive cock with your pussy, pushing in with ease, making you both moan. Your walls squeezed her length so hard that she almost came that second.

"Fuck, you're tight," she murmurs into your neck, her fingers gripping your hip as she begins to thrust forward slowly, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, making you see stars and throwing your head back against the locker.

"Harder. Please…" You whisper, tears of desperation welling up in your eyes as you grip her shoulders and try to push your pelvis forward, taking her deeper. Garcia doesn't try to say a word, pressing your leg harder against your chest and starting to thrust forward hard enough that her hips leave red marks on your own, given the force with which she fucks you.

"You feel so good." She huffs and moans, trying to bite your neck harder, but can't even close her teeth because of how loud she is.

Her cock goes in you so deeply, hitting your cervix with every thrust. You can feel it bulging out of your tummy, forming a small lump that she presses against, causing your legs to shake.

"I'm close… Yolo, I'm so close…" You whisper and she leans down to capture your lips in another sloppy kiss, her hips stuttering and you feel her about to pull out. You grab her back with your hand, forcing her to stay inside, muttering about how you're on the contraceptives and how she needs to cum inside you.

Yolanda presses her whole body against you, slamming down as you cum at the same time, gasping in each other's mouths.

"Fuck," Garcia lets go of your leg, her body pressed against yours, her arms reaching out to hug your waist as you both try to catch your breath and stay on your feet.

trinity santos .

yolanda garcia .

jack abbot .

dennis whitaker .

victoria javadi .

cassie mckay

baran al—hashimi

Cassie pauses for a few seconds, processing your words. You had a great relationship at work so you enthusiastically offered to help with her son sometimes when she was busy in the garage or at work if your shifts conflicted.

"Thank you. I appreciate it." She bites her lip, her eyes gliding over your body. She was always amazed at how comfortable you were wearing skirts and dresses outside of work. The last time Cassie herself wore something like that was in her twenties.

"Are you hungry? It's late enough that I won't let you go home alone. I can order something." Cassie raised her eyebrows, emphasizing that she wouldn't let you go anywhere. You smiled.

"Cass, I'm a big girl. And I just dropped Harrison off at your parents' house, I'll be home by then." You set your coke down on the table, where a pile of machine accessories, the names of which you couldn't quite place, lay scattered.

Walking almost right up to Cassie, you licked the pad of your thumb, brought it to Cassie's face, and began to carefully wipe away the trace of machine oil left on her forehead. You didn't feel it, but her skin noticeably warmed from your touch. She didn't say a word until you took a step back, trying to get away. Her dirty fingers immediately wrapped around your slender wrist.

"Don't play with me. Go inside and don't bother me with this bullshit. I'll order something to eat." Cassie pauses, and before you can respond, she adds, "And I'm not in the mood to discuss it."

You swallow hard under her gaze, your brows furrowing slightly at your own bickering. Why the hell would you leave the house of the woman you're in love with?

"Do you like shrimp pasta? I saw a pack of it in your freezer." Cassie raises her eyebrows at your unexpected offer, already opening her mouth to tell you that you don't have to, but this time you beat her to it, mentioning that you like to cook.

"I mean… sure, if it's not too much trouble. I'd like to go and take a shower for now. I stink," she looks at her hands and body, and only then do you truly feel the power of the scent of motor oil and the faint notes of her lingering cologne.

You nod several times, licking your lips and taking a step back.

"Go ahead, you really do stink," you throw her an ambiguous smirk, turning away first and starting to walk back into the house, while Cassie follows you, shamelessly watching every movement of your hips. Oh, she wants this so badly.

The water runs on the second floor for 15 minutes, while the pasta is already boiling in the pot, shrimps sizzle in the frying pan. Some foreign song plays in the background, and you're so focused on it that you don't even notice the water turning off in the shower, and a few minutes later, Cassie's heavy footsteps echo down the stairs, which are actually hard to miss. Her hair is damp, black tank top has wet spots from not even bothering to dry herself off completely, and her red boxers are sticking out from under her tattered sweatpants.

Cassie tosses the towel she used to dry her hair onto the living room couch, walking forward until she's close enough to see your hair tied back in a loose ponytail and your denim skirt sitting lower on your hips than before.

Unable to resist the temptation to startle you, she steps right up to you, pressing her front against your back, grabbing your wrists with her calloused hands before you can flinch in surprise and curse.

"Fuck, Cassie!" You turn your head, feeling your skin heat up and your heart rate increase with fear. Your breath catches after a few seconds. "What the hell?"

She smirks, letting go of your hands so you can look up at her with a very menacing glare and a pout, which she really liked. "Sorry, beautiful, but you need to be more vigilant. What if it wasn't me, but a maniac? Who would protect you?" She crosses her arms over her chest, smiling confidently.

"You're the only threat here, McKay. And the one I need to protect myself from." You roll your eyes, turning to stir the pasta, but Cassie is in too playful mood for that. As luck would have it, the song switches to a more intimate tune, making you sigh heavily. She pushes her body forward more confidently, and yours completely freezes as you feel her harden against your lower back. Her husky voice rings out right next to your ear.

"Tell me to stop and I won't touch you." Her words turn you inside out. The way she says it with such hunger and desire, it's like she'll die if you pull away. It's driving you crazy in every way. You turn off both burners on the stove, turning around and wrapping your warm fingers around the back of her neck to pull her down closer to you. Cassie only has time to gasp before her lips meet yours, and for the first few seconds, you lead the kiss until her tongue pushes into your mouth, leaving you breathless and needy.

Her hands find your waist, sliding down to your hips, effortlessly gripping your hamstrings and scooping you up into her arms. You cry out into her lips but quickly wrap your legs around her waist as she blindly carries you to the bedroom, kissing you hard and stumbling a couple of times. She lowers you onto the bed carelessly, leaning on top of you as you both giggle.

"Actually, I was trying to make us dinner," you say raggedly between sighs and moans, your nails scraping against her strong arms as Cassie's lips trail down your neck and jaw, biting and kissing. She presses her cheek to your chest, taking a deep breath.

"Actually, you kissed me first," she smiles, reaching up and tugging the hem of your top up until your tits pop out in her face.

"Fuck…" Cassie swallows hard, staring at them for a few seconds until you tangle your hand in her wet hair and push her face forward. Her tongue immediately darts out, tracing a wet trail along the valley between your breasts, then slides and swirls around your nipple, licking and sucking, while her hands continue to grab wherever they reach, leaving red marks on your soft skin.

The heat between your legs grows with each passing second. The voracious way she explores you makes you want to eat her alive. Your head begins to heat up with the thought of her moaning as she cums.

"Cassie…" you say softly as your hand slides between your bodies to the waistband of her boxers, which instantly makes her freeze.

"Baby, what are you…" She parts her lips, looking at you with her most desperate gaze.

"Lie down on your back."

She blinks a few times but doesn't resist, rolling over and supporting her weight on her elbows as you sit between her legs, removing your top and skirt completely, staying only a tiny lace thong that barely covers anything. Cassie's mouth began watering at that very moment, her hands trembling with the desire to touch again.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time," you almost whisper, hooking your fingers into the hem of her sweatpants, pulling them down along with her boxers, maintaining eye contact every second. Her cock springs out, hitting her stomach and leaving a wet mark, which visibly embarrasses her.

"You're so turned on," your eyes slide over her length, but you're even more impressed by her thickness. How are you supposed to fit that in your mouth? Your pussy throbs at the thought.

"Cass, you're huge," you say, mesmerized, grasping her base with both hands because one definitely won't be enough, she's too big. Her red tip drips precum, a white bead rolling down along her prominent veins right to your hands, almost begging you to touch it with your tongue. Cassie's eyes beg for the same, considering she's looking at you like she's about to faint.

You lower yourself, lips parting around her salty tip, a moan of satisfaction escaping your throat as you finally taste her.

"Mm, fuck…" your eyes roll back in sync with hers as her head hits the headboard with a dull thud, a loud moan escaping her throat. You never thought the collected Dr. McKay could be so loud and pathetic.

Cassie's hand drops to your head, wrapping your ponytail around her fist as she pushes your head further onto her cock until its tip hits the back of your throat.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" Cassie gasps, her hips shaking and bucking from the pleasure you're giving her. Your lips wrapped tightly around her length, jaw starting to ache from how deep you're taking her.

Your hands are now gripping her hips tightly, your nose brushing the trail of unshaven hair on her stomach.

Cassie keeps apologizing and whining about how sorry she is for fucking your mouth so roughly, but she doesn't stop for a second. She's so sloppy and careless, just moaning and trying to go deeper, even as you choke and gag on her thick cock. You would tell her how much you love it if your mouth weren't so full.

You blink a few times, shaking the tears from your eyes. This makes Cassie come almost on the spot, even though less than a minute has passed, and she already feels like she's about to explode. "Baby, I'm close… I'm so close. I wanna cum in your mouth so badly, please? Can I do it?"

She speaks so quickly and incomprehensibly that your brain doesn't even have time to register her words. You arch your back further so that your ass is on perfect display for Cassie while she pants and bites her lip, which doesn't help her keep quiet.

The moment Cassie grips your hair especially tightly, you feel her tense up and the thick ropes of cum roll down your throat, so much you can't even swallow it all before it starts dripping down your chin. "Mmph…"

Cassie holds you there for a few more seconds until the spasms stop and she lets go of your hair, falling completely onto the bed, breathless and boneless.

You slowly rise, taking a deep breath and wiping your lips with the back of your hand. Your head rests on her thigh, causing her to shudder again. "You're fucking amazing…" Cassie whispers.

You smile, your eyes drifting up to her soft cock resting on her stomach. Your hand reaches for it and you can hear a loud sigh as you wrap your arms around it again. "Baby, I don't know…"

She struggles to sit up and put her hand on yours, trying to stop you, but you do the same, sitting up and looking her straight in the eyes, your lips inches apart as you begin to move your hand, catching the way her eyes close, the way her brow furrows with stimulation.

"When was the last time you fucked someone other than your hand, Cass?" You smirk, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth as your fingers squeeze her tighter. Her hips begin to twitch again, breath catching mid-sentence as she buries her face in the crook of your neck and shoulder to hide her blush.

"Years ago, fuck… I'm sorry, it was so fast… I'm so close," she wraps her hand around your neck, moaning heavily and biting your skin, her cock throbbing with desire, trying so desperately not to cum in the 30 seconds you've been stroking her. Cassie is so embarrassed.

"Don't hold back. Come on, babe," you say softly, squeezing her tighter, and it only takes a few seconds before she cums a second time, spraying long streams of cum onto your hand, her stomach, a few drops even landing on her chest, staining her shirt.

Cassie goes completely limp against your body, breathing heavily, as if she's run a marathon.

"Fuck, I…" she swallows.

✷ once trinity noticed that literally any gesture could make you shy… look or joke, she knew she had to take full advantage of it.

✷ she would constantly "accidentally" touch your lower back when she passed by, which would make you freeze for a few seconds.

✷ trinity absolutely adores the way your cheeks and chest blush when you're shy! she often compliments you in front of other people, calling you her wife or mama and then kisses your cheek, feeling how hot your skin is.

✷ your picture is the wallpaper on her phone, and even months later, you still smile silly every time you see it.

✷ even though trinity often picks on you about your shyness, she would never do anything that would humiliate you or make you feel uncomfortable, and she wouldn't let anyone else do it either. guard dog!

✷ she was the most tender girl during your first time, gently rubbing your thigh and begging you to open up for her while you covered your bare breasts with your hands, blushing and shy.

✷ she worships your body like no one else! she literally kisses every inch of your skin, from your toes to the top of your head, and she'll do it a thousand more times!

✷ praise kink… no matter what you did, squirming from her tongue or trying to get used to the size of her strap, she showered you with praise, telling you how well you were doing.

✷ trinity also always praises you at work. come to her and tell her about what you did in the OR. she'll kiss the top of your head and tell you how proud she is of you.

✷ she'll never admit it, but she herself is shy when she sees that even after a long relationship, every action of hers evokes such a reaction in you.

✷ trinity always shops at the checkout while you're bagging everything because she knows you're uncomfortable.

✷ squeeze her hand three times, and she'll immediately know you need to leave or want to tell her something privately.

✷ she always orders for you at restaurants, asking "is that correct, babe?" at the end, which makes you blush.

but then you decide to surprise her and use all your strength to push her shoulders until she rolls over onto her back, sighing raggedly and looking at you with those curious, wide eyes, taking in the way your breasts are exposed, the arousal dripping straight onto her lower abdomen.

your hand reaches out to grab her wrist, guiding her between your legs. cassie immediately tries to fuck you herself, but you lightly squeeze her flesh, ordering her to remain still. when she realizes exactly what you want to do, she just tenses her fingers, allowing you to ride them yourself, placing your hands on her chest and starting to move as if you want to fuck the soul out of her.

cassie mutters a quiet curses under her breath, grabbing and squeezing every inch of you she can reach with one hand. your hair cascades down your shoulders, framing your face, and she gently pushes it back, not missing the opportunity to slip her thumb between your lips, watching you suck it with greed in her eyes.

yes, she definitely likes it when you're on top.