Brooklyn

note: this is nasty stuff :p and yeah sorry had to add about neuro anatomy…

“I’m leaving today, so… I’d really like to have your number,” you muttered while holding out your phone as she finished checking your charts. Yolanda didn’t say much while you lay in that hospital bed, but she let your flirting slide with a small grin and took the phone to type in her number without hesitation. You waited a full week before sending a quick hello because you didn’t want to seem too eager, but she didn’t reply at all, which made your stomach drop. You’re not a quitter, so you sent another text explaining that you were the patient who asked for her number.

She only replied once she realized who you were, because she thought the ‘hello’ was just a random spam message, but she admitted she liked that you sent a follow-up text. You two started talking more after that, and you stayed in this casual relationship without any labels because the sex is far too good to walk away from. You try to tell yourself it’s still just a casual hookup, but you’ve started acting like it’s something way more serious. You even find yourself reading medical ebooks and deep-diving into them during your free time because you want to impress Yolanda.

This habit only began after Yolanda started ranting about her shifts or cases when you two were winding down from sex. You listen to every word she says, and you end up learning the details so you can actually follow along next time. It’s clear you’re getting wrapped up in her life, even if you keep pretending this is all just nothing to you. Nothing makes you more blind to the situation than when you see her in person, and now is one of those moments. You already managed to push Yolanda back against the headboard, and she actually let you take charge because you gave her those pathetic puppy eyes.

She has the harness on her hips, which clearly shows that what you’re doing isn't part of the night's plan. You sprawl out on your stomach between her legs and slide two fingers deep into her soaking cunt before you wrap your lips around the head of the strap-on because you want to see her reaction. Yolanda grunted after your tongue swirled over the tip as if she could feel it, but really, it’s about the sight that makes it so hot for her to witness, and it doesn’t take long before you pull back just enough to start talking. “I read about this thing called myasthenia gravis today,” you mumbled before leaning back in to lick the length of the toy.

“Mmhm,” Yolanda hummed while her head was leaning back against the wall, and her eyes never left your face. You kept your fingers moving inside her while you explained how the muscles for eye movement and chewing just give out because the neuromuscular junction is failing. You mentioned the lack of sensory deficits and the use of anticholinesterase drugs between each lick you do on the toy. Yolanda doesn’t even care about what you read when she already knows it by heart, but she looks incredibly cocky because you spent your time studying just to impress her.

“Keep going,” she muttered while her cunt twitched around your fingers and her fingers tangled in your hair. “The antibodies attack the receptors,” you whispered after taking the toy deep into your throat, and you felt her walls tighten around your knuckles. You explained how it differs from Lambert-Eaton syndrome and mentioned presynaptic calcium channels as you rubbed your thumb against her clit. Yolanda moaned at the sound of your voice while you explained it, and from what you’re saying, because she loves how much of a nerd you are right now.

“Fuck-” she gasped while her thighs spread wider and ground her hips to get your fingers deeper inside her. Yolanda clutched your hair and tilted your head back so she could look at you. “Did you learn anything else, or was that it?” she asked, and she liked the way you looked while you were busy between her legs. You gave a muffled hum and nodded before you went back to licking the toy's head, but she pulled on your hair again to get your attention. “I want to hear it,” she ordered when she felt your fingers thrust deeper inside her cunt.

You swallowed your spit and started explaining a case about a patient with frontal lobe lesions that caused massive confusion and memory loss. “Since the patient had facial signs on the right side, then the lesion was likely on the left,” you managed to say before you leaned down to swirl your tongue around the base of the strap-on. You kept your hand busy inside her, and you mentioned how the imaging studies pointed toward a malignant glioma, like a glioblastoma. “Th-the brain biopsy showed- mmmf!” you choked after Yolanda suddenly shoved her hips forward and forced the toy into your throat.

You gagged against it while your scalp started to burn from the way she gripped your hair, and your eyes watered. “You’re such a good little student,” she grunted when she started to thrust into your mouth. You tried to continue talking about the hemorrhages in the brain stem, but the words died in your throat whenever she never made you finish what you were trying to say just to hear you gag against the toy. Yolanda looked down at you with a smug expression because she knew exactly how much you were struggling to please her while your mouth worked around it.

“Don’t stop now,” she whispered as she picked up the pace and made you take every inch of it. You looked up at her with teary puppy eyes because she was still holding you down. Yolanda let go of your hair so you could finally take a breath, and you immediately pulled your fingers out of her soaking cunt. “You’re mean,” you muttered after wiping your mouth, but she just laughed because she liked seeing you annoyed. She didn’t even seem mad that she hadn’t reached her orgasm. “I’m sorry, baby,” she whispered with a fake sweet tone before she helped you up onto your knees.

“What do you want to do now?” she asked when she guided your wet fingers into your own mouth to clean them off. You sucked on your own digits, and you pretended to think about it for a second because you were busy straddling her lap. “I want this,” you breathed, and then you lowered your cunt against the silicone toy. You started grinding your folds against the toy while looking right at her. “Hngh-” you moaned after the silicone rubbed against your clit, and you felt her hands grip your waist before she guided you so you would rub your cunt harder against the strap-on.

“You don’t have to learn all of that,” she murmured before she leaned in to suck on your nipple. You placed your hands on her chest and started playing with her own tits too, but you pouted at her words. “Haaah, why not?” you whined while the toy rubbed against your clit just right. “I like that things with us don’t revolve around my work, and I want it to keep being that way,” she grunted after she switched to your other breast. You twirled her nipples between your fingers and moved your hips because the feeling made you needy.

“Mmn, okay,” you breathed since you couldn’t really argue when she made you feel so good. Yolanda tightened her grip on your hips and watched you grind yourself into a mess on top of her. Yolanda slid one hand between your legs to rub your clit, but her other hand kept guiding your hips. She stopped sucking your tits and moved up to kiss your neck instead. “Do you want to ride me, baby?” she whispered with a sweet tone.

You bit your lip and couldn't decide because the rubbing against the toy felt so good, but you wanted her inside you, too. “Hah- mmn, I don’t know,” you breathed and leaned your forehead against her shoulder. She let you grind against the strap on before she started telling you exactly what she wanted. “I want you on your stomach,” she murmured against your skin. Yolanda gripped your waist tighter, and her voice got even softer.

“I want to slide this cock into your cunt and watch your ass shake when I pull your hair,” she said, and then she bit your earlobe. “Hngnn-” you moaned because the way she talks made your head spin. “I’m going to shove your face into the pillow, and I want to see you squeeze this cock with every thrust,” she promised while she rubbed your clit faster. Her words made you feel even wetter, and you felt your cunt pulse against the toy. “Do you want that, baby?” she asked, and she waited for your answer. “Mph, yeah…” You whimpered since you were desperate to have her take you that way.

Yolanda slowed down the movement of her fingers against your clit, and you stopped grinding too, so you could just feel her touch. You kept your forehead resting against her shoulder, and your breathing hitched. “Or we could do missionary instead,” she murmured before she kissed your temple. She knew you loved that position since you liked watching her face when she thrust inside you. “I know you want to see me while I’m deep in your cunt,” she said after she pulled her head back slightly to look at you.

You looked at her with needy eyes, but you waited on her lap for her to make the first move. “You don’t have to say it like that…” you whisper embarrassingly but the thought of seeing her face while she fucks you made you even wetter. Yolanda brought her other hand up to cup your jaw, and her thumb traced over your bottom lip. “We can do both,” she promised before she tilted your chin up. You whimpered and nodded since you were ready for her to finally put that strap to use. “Both?” you breathed out and raised an eyebrow at her.

You wondered if she planned to make you cum over and over because she sounded so confident. Yolanda smirked when she slipped her fingers away from your wet slit and tapped your thigh. “Up you go,” she instructed while she waited for you to move. “I don’t want to move yet,” you pouted, but you were only teasing her. You wanted her to take charge and show you exactly how she was going to fuck you. Yolanda hoisted you up from her lap, and she got up onto her knees too. She used her strength to guide you until you were in the middle of the bed.

“On your stomach,” she ordered, and you rolled over eagerly because you wanted to feel her behind you. Yolanda shoved a pillow under your hips, and she knelt behind your ass. She gripped the base of her toy to line it up with your hole. “Please-” you whimpered while the angle of the pillow propped you up and left your cunt completely exposed for her to take. Yolanda stroked her hand up your spine until her fingers reached your cheek, then repeated the motion. “You’re so beautiful for me, sweetheart,” she grunted because she liked how you reacted to her touch.

You raised your ass and ground back against the strap-on to hint that you need her now. “Mmn, oh god, please,” you whimpered after you tried to get her thrust inside you but failed. Yolanda pinned your shoulder with one hand, but her other hand held the base of the toy so she could rub it against your wet folds. “Just wait, baby,” she murmured when she teased your clit with the tip of the cock. You felt annoyed by the constant rubbing without putting it inside, which made you raise your voice at her. “Stop teasing me and just put it in, Yolanda!” you snapped, but she only caressed your cheek and stared down at you.

“Haaah, need you-” you moaned before she continued to glide the toy over your hole without pushing in. Yolanda thrust the tip of the strap-on into your entrance, and she only pushed an inch deep to tease you. She watched the way your cunt clenched around it, and she enjoyed seeing how desperate you are. “Nnngh, please,” you whined while she kept the rest of the cock out of you. Yolanda slid her hand under your stomach to grope your breast, and she squeezed your nipple hard. “Ask nicely, angel,” she grunted before she tugged your hair with her other hand to see your face.

You felt the tip of the toy stretching your walls, but it wasn't enough to satisfy your need. “Please fuck me, b-baby,” you begged, and the shallow thrusting is making your head spin. Yolanda smirked when she recognized your neediness and desperation after she heard you call her by that name. Yolanda thrust the entire length of the strap-on inside your cunt, and the sudden fullness made you gasp. “Does that feel good, angel?” she whispered, and she wanted to hear you admit it. “Mhhn… yes,” you whimpered after you buried your face in the pillow.

Yolanda moved her hand from your hair to your cheek, and she cupped your face so she could turn your head toward her. “You look so pretty when you’re taking it like this,” she murmured before she caressed your skin with her thumb. She thrusted gently inside you, but her other hand squeezed your breast. “Hngh-” you moaned when her fingers rolled your nipple because the sensation of her strap filling your pussy and the pleasure from her fingers were starting to overwhelm your body. She continues to give you praises and keeps doing the same slow movements, yet she makes sure it’s deep enough to reach your sensitive spot.

“Oh god, hahh, mmf,” you whimpered before you hid your face in her palm while your toes curled against the mattress. Your moans got muffled against her hand while she didn't stop pounding into your cunt. “You’re taking this so well for me, angel,” she muttered, and she gripped your waist to keep you pinned. The tip of the toy touches the spot that made you most sensitive, and her eyes never left your back. “Ahhhnn, p-please,” you gasped when the toy bottomed out inside you. Her hand tightened on your hip while she fucked you at the same pace with a little more force to get more moans out of you.

“Faster-” you gasp, and you bite down on her palm to get her attention. Yolanda grunts, and she pulls back until you almost feel it slip out before she sinks the whole length inside. “You’re going to bite me and then ask for more?” she scoffs before she moves her hand from your mouth to your jaw, and she forces you to look at her. Yolanda pounds against your cunt faster, and the pleasure makes it hard to think. “Nnghh- s-sorry…” You whimper when she rams deep inside you. Her hand tightens against your face, and she watches your eyes roll back.

“You like it when I’m mean. mhm? But you can’t even hold it together,” she mutters, and she grinds her hips forward to bury the strap-on as deep as it can go. She finds your sensitive spot with each thrust, and your legs shake from the sensation. You clutch the sheets, and she forces herself deeper into your cunt while she keeps holding your face so you can keep looking into her eyes. “I-I’m- I-” you moan as your cunt grips the silicone. Yolanda saw your cunt, squeezing the toy, which made her move her hips faster.

“You’re coming for me, aren’t you?” she murmurs while she keeps her hand on your face. She watches the strap-on disappear inside you, and she forces it deep just to see how it pulses around the toy. “That’s it, baby, doing so good,” she encourages as she watches the toy get coated by your cum. You can’t stop the way your cunt clenches around it, and you spill over the toy without any warning. “Mfffh- god-” you gasp while your cunt keeps letting out your juices and legs shaking against the bed. Yolanda doesn't slow down and keeps thrusting the length into you through your orgasm.

“Does that feel good?” she asks while she's down at where she’s buried inside you. She sees your cum slicking the toy and dripping between your legs while she keeps the same pace. “You’re doing so well for me,” she praises, and she thrusts her hips forward to find your sweet spot. Your legs almost give out with the way they tremble, and Yolanda continues to move until she sees you finish with it. Yolanda slides the strap-on out while watching your cum drip. “Look at all that,” she whispers as she dips two fingers into the mess on your thighs.

She brushes the fluid across your folds before pushing deep her fingers inside to thrust your own slick back into your cunt. You let out a shaky breath when she pulls her fingers out, and she licks off with a smirk. “Mm, you never cum,” you pant while you lie there as if you’ve died. Yolanda caresses your back and chuckles at your words. “I don’t mind,” she murmurs before leaning down to kiss your shoulder. You look up at her while your body quivers under her touch. “Watching you like this is enough for me,” she promises while she watches your chest heave from the exhaustion.

Yolanda moves her mouth across your skin to kiss your back while her hands roam. She gropes your breasts and caresses your hips with a hum. “Mmm, you feel so good,” she whispers as she presses her face into your neck. You whimper when she strokes your thighs softly, and she worships every inch of you while prioritizing your comfort. “Hah, it’s unfair that you didn't cum,” you mutter as you turn your head to look at her. Yolanda chuckles and rubs her thumb over your bottom lip. “I’m okay being the one to give it to you,” she says and reaches for your hand.

She brushes your hair out of the way, and she gives you a quick peck. “How about I make us some ramen?” she asks, and she watches you nod. She gives your shoulder a bite before she sits up and steps away from the mattress. “Aren’t you going to take that off?” you ask and glance toward her waist. You push up from your stomach and crawl to the edge of the bed with shaking legs. You reach your arms out to her, and she walks back until she’s standing between your knees. Yolanda stands still while you grab her waist, and you lean your head down toward the toy.

“Mmn,” you hum before you wrap your lips around the toy to suck it clean. Yolanda watches you lick your own cum off the length, and she places her hand on the back of your head. You work your tongue over the tip until it’s clean, and you look up at her. “Let me help,” you mutter and reach for the buckles. You undo the straps and slide it off her body. “This is the best thing I’ve seen since my shift ended,” Yolanda murmurs while looking down. You place the toy on the mattress, and you return your attention to her.

You lower your head again, but this time your tongue finds her wet folds. You lick her cunt while looking up to meet her eyes. “Didn’t you say you’d take me on my back too?” you ask, and you swipe your tongue over her clit. “Mmn, maybe after the ramen,” you add before you lick her again. Yolanda grunts, and she grips your hair to hold you in place. “If you don’t stop that right now, we aren’t even going to make it to the kitchen,” she warns while she grinds her hips closer to your mouth. You flick your tongue against her while her thighs twitch.

“I need you…” You said with a pout while your lips were inches away from her cunt. Yolanda shakes her head before she pushes you onto the mattress and squeezes your cheek before walking away. She grabs a shirt and pulls it on. “Mmm, do I have to come to the kitchen with you?” you ask while watching her. Yolanda chuckles and looks back from the doorway. “Only if you want,” she says, and she turns to leave the bedroom. You hurriedly stand up from the sheets, and you grab your shirt from the floor. You slide the fabric on, but you don't bother looking for your underwear or shorts.

“Hngh, my legs still feel weak,” you whine while you follow her down the hallway. Yolanda walks into the kitchen first and looks proud when she hears your complaint. “That’s how they’re supposed to feel,” she says while she reaches for a pot in the cabinet. You lean against the counter as you watch her move, and you don't care that you're both still half-naked. You still feel sensitive from the toy, but you linger near her while she starts the water. “You’re lucky I’m even making you food,” she teases and pulls you in for a kiss.

“Your future girlfriend’s going to have a hard time walking around here with shaky legs,” you tease while you watch her fill the pot with water. Yolanda shrugs and turns to grab the ramen from the pantry. She ignores the comment, but the way she shuts the cupboard door makes your chest feel tight. You lean against the counter while you realize you’re just a casual thing to her, and the silence feels too loud. “How was your shift anyway?” you ask to change the subject. Yolanda rips the plastic open and puts the noodles into the boiling water.

“It was long, but it wasn't too bad,” she murmurs while she stirs the pot with a spoon. You watch the steam rise, and you keep your distance while she works. “I’m glad you’re home now,” you add, and she looks back at you with a small nod. You pull out a chair at the small table, and you rest your elbow on the wood while you prop your head up. Yolanda takes greens and eggs from the fridge. “How was your day anyway?” she asks while she cracks the eggshells over the sink. You tell her about some errands you ran, but then you decide to see if she cares.

“My friend introduced someone new to me today, and she was actually pretty cute,” you say while observing her. “Yeah?” Yolanda asks while dropping the greens and peeled eggs into the broth. You tilt your head, and you mention how the new girl didn't seem straight at all. Yolanda just hums into the steam, and she doesn't turn around to look at you. She stirs the noodles with a little more force, but she doesn't say anything else about it. “She seemed really interested in what I had to say,” you add while you pick at a loose thread on your shirt. Yolanda shuts the stove off and glances over her shoulder.

Yolanda pours the ramen into bowls, and you stand to help. You carry the food to the table and grab a fork for yourself, along with some chopsticks for her. She gets some water from the fridge before sitting across from you. “What’s this girl’s name anyway?” Yolanda asks as she breaks her chopsticks. You make up a name on the spot because the girl isn't even real, but you want to see if she’ll snap. “She’s a friend of a friend and she kept staring at me the whole time,” you say while you twirl the noodles around you and twirl noodles around your fork.

You mention the girl asked for your number as you watch her face for any sign of annoyance. Yolanda stares at her bowl to take a bite, but her jaw tightens. “I told her I might be free later this week,” you add while you try to hide your smirk. Yolanda puts her sticks down, and she looks you right in the eyes without saying a word. “That’s nice, angel,” Yolanda murmurs while she stares at you for a second too long. She brings the chopsticks to her mouth, and she proceeds to eat like she didn't just see through your lie. You scowl while you realize she’s using that pet name to shut you up.

“Is this your first real meal since this morning?” you ask as you watch her swallow a mouthful of noodles. “Yeah, I haven't had time for anything else,” she grunts and wipes broth from her lip. She keeps her eyes on her bowl while she speaks, but she looks tense. “Is she better looking than me?” she asks and glances up to catch your expression. “Why does it matter if she is?” you challenge and lean back. Yolanda sets her sticks down, and she stares you down with a look that says she’s losing her patience. Yolanda knows you're lying through your teeth, but the exhaustion from her shift makes her feel grumpy and short-tempered.

The sight of you wearing only that shirt makes her grip her chopsticks tighter while her blood starts to boil. “Well, she’s not a doctor, so I’m sure she’s got plenty of free time for you,” she snaps while she thinks to herself that if this woman were actually real, she'd better hope she never ends up being her doctor. Yolanda would ensure the bitch never left the operating table alive if she ever touched you. “Did you do this with Trinity too?” you ask and twirl your fork in your bowl. You watch her face for a reaction while you bring up the resident she used to have a thing with.

She hates that you know about her past, but she hates it more that you're bringing it up now. “I mean, did you cook for her too after after- you know,” you add while you hold her gaze before you smugly tilt your head. Yolanda sets her chopsticks down with a click and stares at you. “Is this what we’re doing now?” she grunts and leans across the table to get closer. “You’re really trying to piss me off on purpose tonight,” she mutters, and she reaches out to grab your wrist. “I’m just asking,” you mutter before you stand from your seat.

You pull your wrist from her hand and cross your arms to look down at her. Yolanda looks up at you, and this drama is exactly why she avoids commitment. “You’re making me want to drag you back to bed right now,” she grunts, and she pushes her chair back to stand up. You let out a scoff because you aren't in the mood to be handled. “Then go find Trinity and see if she’s free,” you snap and turn your back. “Maybe I will,” Yolanda claps back, but immediately regrets the words after seeing your face. You march toward the bedroom to get your clothes so you can leave her house for good.

You reach for your pants on the floor, but Yolanda follows you inside before you can grab them. She stands against the door to block your exit and watches you with a softening expression. “I’m just kidding,” she murmurs while she blocks the way because she doesn’t actually want you to go. You glare at her while your heart thumps in your chest, but she reaches out to keep you from moving past her. “You aren't going anywhere like that,” she says while she looks you up and down. You realize you’re still half-naked since you haven’t even managed to put your pants on yet.

You clutch your clothes to your chest, and you feel the heat spread across your neck while she watches you. Yolanda steps closer and takes the fabric out of your hands. “Mmm, I told you I’m sorry,” she whispers and tosses your pants back onto the floor. You stand there in only your shirt while she wraps her arms around your waist to pull you against her. “There isn’t actually another woman,” you admit, and your eyes look toward her with a huff. Yolanda takes a breath, and she puts her hand against your arm. “I know,” she murmurs as she watches your face for a second.

You feel a shiver in your skin, and you rest your head against her shoulder. “I only said it because it hurt when you ignored my joke about having a girlfriend,” you say as you fidget with the hem of your shirt. Yolanda nods her head, and she pulls you closer to her chest. “I know that too,” she repeats before she touches your hair to calm you down. “And that thing about Trinity-” you start to say, but she cuts you off immediately. “Shh… I know,” she whispers just to say the same thing she said moments ago, and she looks into your eyes with a soft expression.

She reaches out to give your cheek a kiss before she places her lips against your lips in a long apology. Yolanda guides you back toward the mattress, and she lowers you down until you’re lying on the sheets. “I’m sorry,” she says while she climbs on top of you. You spread your legs for her while she hovers over your body, and she grips your hips to hold you beneath her. “You better make this up to me,” you pant, but she’s already yanking your shirt over your head to toss it onto the floor. Yolanda strips her own shirt off before she straddles your thighs, and she sits directly over your cunt.

“I’m making it up to you right now,” she grunts while she grinds her wet folds against your clit. You shudder while she braces her hands on the mattress, and she puts more of her weight down against you to make the friction every time she humps against you. “Hah... feels-” you gasp, but her pussy lips rub against yours, and she rolls her pelvis in a circle. Yolanda bites her lip from the pleasure while her own cunt throbs against yours. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” she moans while she increases the speed of her movements.

You raise your hips to meet every thrust she makes by grinding up against her too, and she grips your shoulders to keep herself steady. “Nn- oh god, harder,” you whine when your folds kiss each other, and the way she watches you fall apart beneath her only makes you wetter. “Don’t stop,” you pant while you hook your legs around her waist to make her closer against yours. You could feel her soaking cunt directly against your clit while she desperately grinds and makes sure your clits bump each other. “G-god, you drive me crazy,” she grunts before she shoves her tongue into your mouth to swallow your moans.

You wrap your arms around her neck, and you suck on her tongue while she glides her folds into you with every thrust. “Mmmph…” Yolanda whimpers into the kiss while she grinds her soaking folds against yours. She humps her pelvis down until your clits rub and glide directly against each other. You feel her slick your clit while you get closer to cumming. “Nnngh, oh god, right there,” you whine as she picks up the pace, and she grips your hair to hold your head steady for the kiss. Yolanda moans deep in her throat, but her pussy lips slide against yours, and she rests into your chest until you can barely breathe.

“Hah... oh god, you’re so good for me,” Yolanda whispers, but she breaks the kiss to rest her forehead against your shoulder. Her pussy rubs against yours as her hot breath hitches against your ear. Your hands grip her back while you feel the sweat between your bodies, and you dig your nails into her skin. “You feel so amazing, Yolanda,” you pant as you tilt your head to give her more room. Yolanda moans in her throat while she whispers praises about how wet you are, and she grinds down even harder. She moves her head from your shoulder to bury her face between your tits.

“H-haah-” she grunts while her mouth finds your nipples and she uses her teeth. Her fingers squeeze your tits while her tongue swipes over you, but she doesn’t slow down her movements between your legs. “That feels good…” You whine while you arch your chest for her, and she sucks even harder. “Nn- oh god, I’m so close,” you gasp while your fingers dig into her hair. Yolanda pulls away from your chest, and she looks up at you with a smirk. “Already?” she chuckles while her wet pussy continues to glide against yours.

You toss your head back on the pillow while your body trembles, and you lose your mind from the feeling. “This is the second one- still sensitive…” You whine while you arch your hips to grind harder against her. Yolanda grunts in approval, and she sucks your nipple back into her mouth while she shoves her hand between your bodies. She rubs your clit with her thumb while she grinds against you at the same time. “Hngh, mmm, then come for me,” she moans while her hand blurs, and she humps right against your clit. You hook your legs tighter around her waist while she uses her fingers and her pussy against you at the same time.

“Mffh fuc-” Yolanda whimpers before she bites your nipple, and she pins you deeper into the mattress. “R-right there- keep doing that,” you whine while you buck your hips up against her hand. Yolanda grinds her cunt harder into yours, but she continues to rub her thumb against your clit with more pressure. “So wet for me,” she grunts as she humps her pelvis against you while your legs tremble. You close your eyes, and getting closer to your orgasm made you wrap your legs tighter around her. “Nnngh- p-please… please- shit-” you whine loudly when you finally cum while your pussy pulses against her palm, and the orgasm only just made everything feel sticky between your bodies.

Yolanda pulls her hand out of your pussy only to shove two fingers inside your mouth before you can even catch your breath. “Hngh,” she moans while she grinds her soaking folds into your clit as she watches you suck on her knuckles. You wrap your tongue around her fingers while you tremble, but Yolanda doesn’t slow down. You only lick her fingers for a few minutes before you decide to stop when it’s clean, and you shove her hand away from your mouth. You reach down to place your own hand over her clit. “L-let me,” you pant before you use your fingers.

Yolanda grunts in surprise and tilts her pelvis to give you better access to her soaking folds. “Mmf, fuck, keep doing that,” she moans as she continues to grind against you. You can feel the way your fingers got soaked from both of your slick while you continue to work over her nub. Yolanda grips your shoulders and slides her weight into you. You wince because you feel still sore from your cumming, but you don’t pull away. “Mhmh-” she whimpers while she rolls her hips in a tight circle over your hand. You watch her face while she bites her lip, and you pin your palm harder against her clit.

“Am I doing it right?” you whisper while you press your fingers harder against her clit, and you look up at her with a desperate need to please her. Yolanda starts shaking while she grinds her cunt down into your hand. You reach up to touch her face while you search her eyes for approval. “God- yes- yes,” she grunts while she stares at you and grinds her pelvis hard into your palm. You stroke her cheek while you keep working against the swollen nub between her folds, and you watch her face like she’s the only thing that matters. Yolanda lets out a low moan before she grips your wrist to keep your hand exactly where she needs it.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpers while her pussy pulses against your fingers and she humps faster. You watch her while she leans all her weight into you, but you don’t stop rubbing her clit. “Need- o-oh- mhmhm-” Yolanda gasps out before she finally finishes against your hand. You feel her cunt twitch against your fingers while she cum over your palm. “Mmh? You like that?” you whisper while your hand presses into the mess. Yolanda curses while she rubs her clit against your fingers, yet her movements seem to slow down now. You arch your hips up to grind back into her while you watch her chest heave.

“Hngh, oh god,” she grunts while she buries her face in the crook of your neck. You squeeze your thighs around her waist while you feel how soaked between your body is. “Nngh, hah, you did so good,” Yolanda murmurs into your skin while her pussy lips slide against your fingers and she grinds slowly into you. “Haaah, hngh,” Yolanda pants while her grinding stops and she pushes your hand away from her clit. She slides off you and rolls onto her side to face you on the mattress. You stare into her eyes while her arm loops over your waist.

“Is that better?” she whispers while her arms tighten around you and she kisses your forehead. You don't say anything, but you lower your head down to her breasts. “Mmn, it’s nice,” you murmur while your lips encircle around her nipple and you start sucking it. Yolanda grunts while her hand rests on your head, and she cradles you against her. You tease the sensitive bud with your tongue until she sighs against your ear, and she shudders under your mouth. “Hah, mmm,” she moans while she holds you tight against her and she keeps you tucked under her chin.

You suck her nipple while her fingers slowly pet your hair, which makes you whimper against her skin. You stop after a minute and press soft kisses across the valley of her chest. “Can I stay over tonight?” you whisper while you look up at her. Yolanda scoffs, and her hand tightens at your waist. “Don't be crazy,” she grunts before she pulls you closer and her legs hook over yours. “It’s past midnight, and you’re really asking me that?” she mutters while she nuzzles her face against the top of your head.

You rest your hand on her ribs, and she feels warm under your palm. “I just didn’t know if you wanted me to leave,” you murmur while you trace patterns on her skin. Yolanda lets out a huff, and she hides her face in your neck. “You’re not going anywhere,” she snaps while she closes her eyes and locks her legs around yours. “This is getting way too intimate for a casual hookup,” you tease while Yolanda keeps nuzzling your neck. She bites your skin hard enough to make you gasp, but she doesn’t say anything. “I bet you’re this sweet to every girl you fuck,” you whisper as you shove her shoulder just a little bit.

Yolanda pulls back to look at you, and she stares with an annoyed face while her hand rests on your waist. “You talk too much,” she grunts before she hovers over your lips. “Do I need to shove my tongue down your throat to shut you up?” she mutters while she grips your hip tighter. You look up at her with wide eyes while you feel your heart beat faster from what she said. “Maybe,” you murmur as she pins your legs down with her own. Yolanda mutters a curse before she leans closer without breaking eye contact. Yolanda presses a quick peck to your lips. “You look a little too whipped right now,” you tease while you poke her chest with your finger.

She shuts your mouth with another kiss, but you keep smiling. “I'm not here forever, you know?” you murmur as you trace the line of her jaw. Yolanda lets out a groan, and she rolls her eyes at your persistence. “You're more stressful than doing a surgery,” she grumbles before she presses another kiss against your mouth. You wrap your arms around her neck while you pull her closer to your face. “I'm just saying, Dr. Garcia,” you whisper and flick your tongue over her bottom lip. “You might miss me when I'm gone,” you add as you watch her expression turn serious for a second.

Yolanda grunts under her breath and hides her face in the crook of your neck. “You could try,” Yolanda whispers against your neck while her lips brush against your skin. “What was that?” you ask and tilt your head to pretend like you didn't hear a word she said. You wait a second before deciding to push her buttons even more. “Or maybe I should just start bringing my things over here like my toothbrush,” you tease while you watch her reaction from the corner of your eye. Yolanda groans and buries her face deeper into your shoulder. “So that’s it?” you laugh and shake your head before speaking. “You only like the sex,” you tease and poke her hip to get her attention.

“I can’t even blame you because I know it’s that good,” you mutter as you watch her reaction while her hand stays on your thigh. Yolanda lets out a long groan, and she buries her face deeper into your shoulder. “Ramen between rounds seems like your thing too,” you add while you trace the line of her ribs with your thumb. “And oh yeah, cuddles are definitely on your list,” you whisper as you keep your tone playful and annoying on purpose. Yolanda pulls away from your neck before she gives you a look that says she’s had enough of your mouth for one night. She sits up slightly, but she keeps her hand on your leg as she stares you down with narrowed eyes.

You pout while looking up from the pillow to wait for her response. Yolanda reaches out to caress your cheek and trace your skin with her thumb. “Being my girlfriend doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” Yolanda admits while she reaches out to caress your cheek. You blink in shock as you stare at her because you didn't think she'd ever say that. “Yeah?” you whisper and tilt your head to rest your face in her palm. Yolanda sighs and shakes her head, as if she’s struggling with the words. “You know I don't usually do the whole relationship thing because it’s a lot to handle,” she grumbles while she keeps her hand against your skin.

You rub your cheek against her thumb while you look up at her with a soft expression. “I know, we said this was casual,” you remind her while you watch her eyes soften, but she rolls her eyes after a few seconds, and she huffs at herself since the casual arrangement was her idea in the first place. “Forget about the casual part,” she mutters while leaning closer. “How about I take you out next week?” she asks and moves your hair out of the way. “I’ll plan everything so you don't have to worry about a thing,” she adds before she presses a kiss to your forehead.

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⠀⠀⠀ twenty-twenty-six © addie / musingsofheaven.

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You sat in your barracks looking over the postcard your family sent. You should've been in that picture. It felt nice to know your family was enjoying the holidays but knowing it was without you broke your heart. Before you could think any longer you heard a firm knock on your door. You welcome the person to step inside as you set the postcard down and look at the door as it opens…

It's your captain, Price.

You quickly stand up in attention. "At ease, [Name]." He responds, looking at you "I expect you to be in the common room at 22:00, Please don't be late." He peaks down at the postcard on your bed before leaving your room, softly closing the door behind him, you wait until his boot steps fade down the hallway before sitting back down.

At 21:57 you make your way down to the common room- it is quiet, and you feel the cool breeze shiver up your spine. Once you stand near the door you see a warm- soft glow under the frame. You slowly open the door and the faint sound of "Here comes Santa Clause" plays all around, you follow it until you come across your team sitting on the couch surrounding the poorly decorated tree, and eating Christmas sugar cookies. "Hey! Ya' made it!" Gaz cheers catching the attention of the others, "come on! I saved a seat for you." He finishes his sweet before softly hitting the seat between him and Soap. You take a seat and look around the room.

Old red and green string lights hung from the ceiling-some flickering and most working, a few candles give the dark room a soft glow, and the tree is covered in ornaments, old grenades, and lights. "You like the tree? I think the grenades give it a nice touch." Soap laughs while Ghost gives him a deadpan stare. You laugh "I do, the color blends in really nicely-" you look around, "Where's the captain?" You ask. "He said he'd be back soon, not sure when but he said so." Ghost grumbles out before lifting the bottom half of his mask to take a bite of the cookie. You look in front of you at the coffee table, it has a plate on it with a single cookie on it, "tried saving you another one but a certain Scot ate it." Gaz says in a sarcastic voice while looking at soap. "Can ya' blame me? These things are good!" They start to bicker but you block them out while grabbing the cookie and taking a bite out of it immediately being reminded of home. The warm smiles, the smell of fresh gingerbread, the warm atmosphere, the laughter— the common room door opens and slams shut, you're drawn back into reality and Price is in front of you holding a wrapped box in his hands. "And for you." He says, you take the gift and slowly open it while the rest of the team opens theirs. You gasp. Inside the box was a framed photo of the team. With you in it, and next to it was a small picture of you and Price after you got accepted into his team, you stare at it, recalling the memory.

You step into the captain's temporary office. "You wanted to see me, sir?" You ask, "[name], take a seat." He says, you sit down and feel yourself shrinking at every second his eyes are on you. "You were great out there today." He states "A few tweaks and you could match with Gaz, you know that right?" He asks you. "No sir" you respond. "I want you on my team." He suddenly said. Your eyes widen "You would be a good fit and with your knowledge of the wilderness and strength you could get us out of some tough situation." You look up at him. "Yes or No, soldier?" He asked looking straight through you. "Yes," you say. You suddenly blurt out "Canltakeapicturewithyou?"

He pauses, "Excuse me?" He asks. "Can I take a picture with you?" You slowly ask, he gives you a look almost asking you why "My mom. she likes me to have photos of huge milestones in my life, you don’t have to-" he cuts you off. "We can take a picture."

First thing they noticed about you? Resting bitch face for days. Who needs a mask when you have a death stare that will give the heebie-jeebies to most if not all of your teammates? However, they feel even more taken aback when you suddenly greet them with a warm, welcoming smile and a firm handshake, not a trace of that sour expression on your face.

One would think that you’d spend hours preparing four of them for the mission by teaching them language, helping to memorize names and faces of contacts, Makarov’s trusted allies, and potential targets. Naturally, you did your job, but those precious hours were also spent with you standing next to a whiteboard, ranting about the politics and societal issues of your country, explaining certain national jokes, and teaching them swear words or poetry you studied at school. But hey, they’re not complaining (maybe a little).  

They were skeptical about this whole deal at first. However, there was a shared understanding between the four of them that they needed to do whatever it took to stop the spreading of Makarov’s influence and diminish his resources in other countries. With time, however, they’ve found things that made their life in a completely new environment a bit more enjoyable and interesting.

Soap would pick up on your native language the fastest out of the Task Force. Under all these jokes and goofiness Johnny’s a smart guy, inquisitive as hell too, which makes a pretty good mix. He’d try to write down how you pronounce things in his sketchbook, dedicating pages upon pages to making a small vocabulary of what you say, searching up the translations of words any chance he gets. Convinces himself that it just helps him to get more into his new way of life, and not at all because he likes seeing you all excited when he slips a word in your language somewhere in the conversation.

“So how do you say it?” he points to the sentence, messily scribbled on the page with the ballpoint pen he slipped from Gaz. There is a slight frown between your brows – the word looks unfamiliar, more like gibberish than something in your language. You can practically feel the gears in your head screech and come to a halt as you drill Soap’s handwriting with your eyes.

“Oh, wait. You made a mistake here. No wonder I have no idea what this is.” You quickly take the pen and scratch the right version of the word on the paper, while Johnny chuckles at your brutal honesty. He doesn’t say anything though. Some time passes and you’re already correcting other words he wrote down, explaining the right way to say them. And you can feel a pleasant warmth spread in your chest when you can see Soap’s utmost attention directed at you.

Johnny can’t help but feel that moments like these were somewhat of a way to bond for you two. He’d jokingly offer to give you some Scottish classes each time you playfully flick him on the forehead for a word he pronounced wrong. He never expected you to take him up on the offer until the five of you got stuck in a countryside safehouse and essentially had nothing to do while waiting.

On the topic of Eastern European countryside, Price is not an old man by any measure, man’s not even forty yet, but it would grow so massively on him that it’s concerning. When you finally got a good, reliable contact that gave you some useful information you had to lay low for some time in a safe house not far from one of many Makarov’s places where the next weapon deal would be held. And while you waited several days for his people to show up there, obviously almost all of you were bored out of your minds. Not Price though. The man went exploring. Of course, taking you with him (he only wanted company on his small journey through the cozy countryside, don’t blame him).

Soon enough, during your walk you two come across the abundance of berry bushes and fruit trees everywhere, and while you pick something to munch on from them constantly, Price only scolds you. You smirk in response, giving him a handful of ripe mulberries, your lips and fingers now a dark red color from the juice.  

“It’s going to rot if nobody eats it. People who plant these trees would rather someone enjoy them instead of fruits just falling on the ground, getting squished, and going to waste.” And Price takes note of that with a small smile. Soon enough the two of you find a spring the whole village uses, a willow standing tall beside it, providing shade for you two to rest, chat a bit, and cool yourself off with fresh water. The fact that there are not many people around also doesn’t miss him. It’s quiet and peaceful, Price finally feels like he has room to breathe with his whole chest.

“You know, I could get used to a life like this.” Price finally mutters, enjoying your simple, comforting presence, walking along the river shore, and hearing the distant sounds of a train passing through the village. You look at him with understanding in your eyes, as you see the tension in his shoulders finally slipping away. Your captain relaxes, which is a pleasant change of pace from the frown on his face that you got used to.  

All five of you had to live in the same apartment in an old panel building closer to the edge of town. Not the best place to live, but a good opportunity to blend in with the locals and find leads on Makarov’s criminal “friends”. More than once you’ve found yourself sitting together with Ghost on the balcony that creaked with each blow of the wind, in complete silence while he was smoking some cheap cigarettes that smelled more like burnt paper instead of tobacco.

“Can I join you?” Your voice is a quiet rasp, as you lean against the doorway, pushing the mosquito netting to the side. You couldn’t sleep. Not when the whole world will go down the drain if you fail your mission. Not when it’s been a month already and it felt like you were still right where you started.

“Knock yourself out” the man shrugs, patting the stool near him. You shuffle your bare feet on the newspapers that were laid out on the balcony floor, plopping down on the seat, your eyes immediately getting glued to the view, enjoying the breeze that seeped through the open window. You two sit in silence for so long, but it doesn’t feel awkward, quite on the contrary – weirdly calming and serene.

After that night these nightly smoke breaks became a sort of tradition for you two, a way to wind down after a long day. Ghost would nod towards the balcony, a silent invitation reserved only for you. Regardless of whether you’re a smoker or not, occasionally he would offer you a cigarette from his pack or a hit from the lit one. A gesture of camaraderie.

“Thought you’d be more talkative.” Ghost’s voice sounds gruff after the whole day working your asses off just to discover the lead that you had was absolute bullshit.

“And I thought you weren’t a type for small talk.” You grumble in return, just as annoyed about coming back to this dingy apartment with nothing.

“That I am” He lets out a low chuckle, flicking his cigarette into an ashtray in his hand, avoiding eye contact with you.  

Kyle found himself liking your cooking above everything else. The way he would eat anything thrown together in a hurry by you was quite flattering. So soon enough you offered to teach him how to make some of your favorite national dishes, and he couldn’t say no to your offer. So, you decided to start easy – picking out the fresh ingredients. And where do you go to do that? Not a grocery store, no way in hell. The market filled with tons of people is the place you need. A lot cheaper than your usual supermarket too.

The number of times you got discounts for fruits and vegetables on the market from older women just for Gaz’s pretty eyes was insane. He would just blink at you with confusion written all over his face anytime you glanced at him with that smile and refused to explain why you spent a lot less money than expected on the fresh vegetables. At some point, Gaz even questioned his ability to count before you told him just not to worry about it since you got a “very special bargain”. And, obviously, Kyle was the one carrying the plastic bags filled to the brim with fresh produce.  

“You know, your version of the dish is not half-bad,” You say, licking the spoon and giving Gaz a wide smile, which he immediately returns to you tenfold. Spending time like this with him was a pleasure. Each minute spent together made you loathe even thinking about the time when you’d have to part ways and you won’t be able to teach him your cultural cuisine like this anymore.

“Well, I have a great teacher to thank for that.” Gaz gives you a charming smile, so glad to finally have a distraction from the constant looming presence of Makarov in his thoughts. Right this moment he caught himself thinking that he was happy they had you here with them. It would be a lot harder if not for you supporting and guiding them through everything. He felt…thankful.

You’d bring the whole Task Force to different cafes that serve your country's most famous dishes, but Kyle would be the one to enjoy these outings the most, barely raising his eyes from the plate to participate in the conversation.

“Wow, are you in a hurry or something? The food won’t run away from you.” You chuckle, while Kyle ignores the odd saying coming from you and continues to eat with the huge appetite he had ever since this undercover mission started.

However, nothing lasts forever, so after finishing their business with you, getting all the information they needed, and “cleaning up the mess” Task Force 141 bids you farewell, returning to their usual duties. Saying goodbye is never easy, even if you knew each other just for several months you still got attached to them, just like they grew very fond of you (as much as some of them hated to admit that). But hey, they promised to visit you after they finish up with Makarov. They promised. And the four of them keep the promises they make.

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