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What if… What if Whitaker and Santos got a third roommate...
Part 3
tag: fem!reader, glasses user!reader, no use of y/n, bi!reader, h,love dilema, bi panic, soft Whitaker, use of sweetie, grumpy Santos, soft.
note: English is not my first language, sorry for the mistake, I made already the part 1 and part 2, can be reade separatly if desire, tell me if want more, or if I miss some tag to add, try my best.
The morning light softly hits your face, as you try to nuzzle more against Dennis' breast making him let out a chuckle, you lazily open your eyes to look up at him.
"Den… you're awake?" You stutter a tired question.
"Hm" he hummed positively, his finger carefully caressing your forehead "Just a minute ago, you look pretty asleep" he smiled softly and the heat rising on your face.
"Shut up" you murmured with hot cheeks making him chuckle.
Your eyes were still on him, even blurry he was pretty, messy curls from sleeping,shirtless, that a pretty view to wake up on.
"You not bad yourself" you murmured before putting a chaste kiss on his lips.
"Yeah? Like the view?" He smirked before kissing your cheeks, your nose, "I like the view that I have" he murmured softly in you ears before kissing you.
Soft, slow, nothing as heated as last night, you can't recall the last time you actually cuddled with someone after sex, it was so…pleasant. You slowly kiss him back, your hand sliding on his shoulder, his hand slides on your hips as he slowly moves to be on top of you, that when his phone starts buzzing, you both ignore it first to focus on that kiss, and again the buzzing, again and again.
He groaned and cut the kiss "I hate that person" , grabbing his phone, your head falling back on the pillow with a sigh.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck" Dennis quickly stand up once he read his phone "She's infront of the door, forgot her key" he looked around for some jogging
"Again?" You sit quickly grabbing your glasses.
"Apparently" he grab a jogging and put it on and turn to you "I- She- God, she can't find you in my room"
"Yes she can't" You nod slowly, nervously biting your lips, you stand up too "I'm going back in my room, go save the damsel in distress" You say with sarcasm as you walk back to the door.
Before you leave he moves behind you and kisses your shoulder "I really like what happened, and you, of course." he murmured and opened the door to rush to the front door.
Your face was heating hard, he can't drop something like THAT and just walk away! You looked back at him, fuck he didn't put a shirt on, of course he didn't why would he. He starts to open the door and you walk to your bedroom quickly going inside.
Dennis opens the door on a mad and tired Santos.
"Was about time, Huckleberry" she push past him "Put a shirt on you perv"
she groaned and put her hand on the counter ready to grab her usual cup of coffee, but nothing, no cup, no coffee. The front door closed in a click, as she looked at Dennis.
"What?" He looked at her confused.
"My- hum- my coffee?" She asks slightly lost.
"Oh- hum- She's still asleep , I will make you one, I guess." He walked to the coffee maker.
"She's asleep? Her?" He nodded, "Did she go out last night?" He nods negatively "Why is she still asleep?"
"Must be tired" he gave her the hot coffee just made.
"Yeah- right" she takes the cup and looks at the living room "Can you not leave your dirty clothes everywhere" she groans at the sign of Dennis shirt on the floor.
"Yeah- sorry" he quickly mumbled with red ears, as he took them back, and walked quickly to his bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Trinity sighs as she sits on the couch, she hates night shifts but she needs more cash, she takes another sip of her coffee, her eyes falling back on your bedroom door. The headache coming, or maybe it's was the culpability but she will never admit that, she fuck up with you, she panic, she should have acted better but she just panic and ruined your friendships and now you were clearly avoiding her and she was feeling guilty, was she supposed to apologise? She usually doesn't do that, what was she supposed to say "Hey sorry I fucked you with my finger on our couch and act like a dick after you came, I just panicked because you were so fucking hot but I still like Garcia even though she's a dick with me so I became a dick with you" , yeah no she wasn't going to say you that. If only she could just undo what she did.
You were moving around the kitchen like every morning, preparing some coffee while humming whatever song is stuck in your head this morning, as you start to feel a hand on your lower back.
"Smell so good" Dennis murmured as he put a kiss on your shoulder before turning to the fridge.
"Just coffee," you giggled.
"Was talking about you, I like your shampoo, smells like flowers" he closed the fridge as he put some yoghurt down.
"Hm, I just buy it, I like it too" You smile softly as you look at him.
"So… are we going to talk about it?" He looked at the spoon in his hand and back to you.
"About what?" You ask unsure.
"You and Trin? You girls haven't talk in like, days, it's starting to get weird, plus, she getting meaner at work" he move closer and murmure "She call me a twat yesterday"
You hold back a giggle "That the nicest thing she called you, you a cute twat"
"Hey! Come on! Something wrong with you" you sigh and move from the kitchen to the living room.
"Nothing wrong, just… weird" you murmured as he approached.
"Come on, you can tell me" he murmured again and took your hand "I will not judge I promise."
"No judgement?" You looked up at him.
"We listen and we don't judge." He calmly says with a soft smile.
You rolled you eyes and take a deep breath "Trin and I kinda had sex and since than she just ignore me" you quickly say as Dennis face froze "No- no sex just her using her finger on me- well more in me" you quickly murmured as you look up at Dennis who is processing everything.
"You- she- and-" he tried to speak as his face changed from shock, to confusion, to judgement.
"Hey you say no judgement" you softly slap his chest.
"I know , I know sorry I'm just, I'm not judging you, I'm judging her, I- why would she ignore you" he insisted that you like it was supposed to change something.
"I don't know, maybe, maybe she hates it?" You look back up at him and Dennis could swear he was about to melt with the soft look you give to him.
"I- No, definitely not your fault" he murmured softly as one of his hands moved to caress your cheek, making your cheek go hot.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah"
He approaches and puts a quick kiss on your lips, but the kiss quickly stops when the bathroom door opens, you both quickly move as far as you can from each other, a small smirk on Dennis lips as he goes back to the kitchen. Your eyes stay on Dennis a moment before Trinity comes next to him, as they start arguing over some stupid stuff again, you take your bag and open the front door as you leave for work.
Hope you enjoy, once again sorry for any mistake, English not my first language, part 4 coming soon?
PSA: Next to Normal does not have, nor does it need a villian. Gabe is not the villain, he’s a product of the Goodmans’ very complicated grief. Dan is not the villain, he’s under-informed, desperate, and terrified. Diana is not the villain, she is a woman with no control over her literal disorder.
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What if… What if Whitaker and Santos got a third roommate...
Part 2
tag: 18+ soft nsfw, fem!reader, glasses user!reader, no use of y/n, bi!reader, hetero sex,love dilema, bi panic, soft Whitaker, use of sweetie, no penetration, slight aftercare, rubbing.
note: English is not my first language, sorry for the mistake, I made already the part 1, can be reade separatly if desire, tell me if want more, or if I miss some tag to add, try my best.
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When Santos asked Whitaker to be her roommate, he didn't expect to be living with another girl, You. You aren't in the medical field. Living with two girls wasn't as awful as Whitaker had imagined, and he quickly got along with his third roommate.
You got a routine before he arrives, a routine you and Santos respected every day until he arrived and everything changed drastically. Whitaker was quite different from Santos, cheerful, pleasant, always helpful.
You both always wake up at the same time, at first you were walking on each other in the kitchen, but with time the dance came, you prepared Santos and his coffee, while he was preparing something to eat, it's was pleasant to have him, even though Santos and him sometimes argue like sibling, it's make the little routine more a life.
Whitaker likes you quickly , you are nice, always smiling and a bit funny. You are actually the opposite of Santos, which made you laugh when he met you. He would never deny to anyone that would ask him if he finds you pretty or cute.
One night, after a long shift, Dennis collapsed on the couch. Santos was on a night shift, which was actually a rare occasion. The front door opened abruptly as you came in. You closed the door and sighed. You sat next to Dennis and looked at him.
"Hard day?" You giggled slightly at his dead-body position. "Chaos. Pure chaos." He sighed and sat up a bit to make room for you.
You giggled softly at his action and sigh too.
"Hey…hum, did you, did you and Trin fight or something?" He scratched the back of his hair awkwardly.
"Wha-What- no" the memory of that Friday came quickly in your mind, since that day you haven't spoken about it and it's been a week, so yes you may have been avoiding her since that but that nothing.
"You've been acting weird around her lately. I'm just- I don't know, curious."
"Nothing happened just- tiered you know" you murmured and pathetic excuse, he nod not wanting to push too far "Yeah, I know" he murmured.
He looked at the ceiling "And you and Amy? Dating her or…?" You quietly ask even though you know the response
"Please don't start! You sound like Santos" he groaned and put his hand on his face "I'm just helping!" He groans again.
"Alright, alright, just asking" you giggled softly and patted his knee, and after a moment you spoke again "Wanna a drink?" You stood up and grabbed some bottles. "Dear, I'm not even sure beer is going to be enough."
"Who talked about beer?"You came back to the couch and put a bottle of vodka on the coffee table with two glasses.
"Vodka?" he raised an eyebrow."Vodka," You repeated with a nod and opened the bottle.
Maybe the vodka wasn't a good idea, and maybe the third glass wasn't a good idea either, but who cares? It's just vodka. Nothing's going to happen, right?
So Dennis took another glass, filled it with vodka, and brought it to his mouth to drink—but the vodka didn't end up in his mouth. It spilled on his shirt instead.
You giggled drunkly.
"Your shirt is thirsty," You said, pointing at the new stain as You leaned closer. "What a waste."
You murmured before licking the vodka from his chin, the cold metal of your glasses getting in contact with his skin making him shivers.
He immediately froze. He wasn't expecting that at all. His cheeks grew rosier. You immediately noticed and blushed too.
"Sorry—I didn't want to—I mean—damn, I'm drunk."
You moved back and put your hand over your mouth, trying to hide your embarrassment.
He stayed frozen for a moment as he looked at you. You were blushing from your ears down to your cheek, and it was cute.
He put his hand on the couch, moving closer. His hand gently gripped your wrist and moved it aside before sliding up to your chin, lifting it slightly. Then he kissed you—slowly, drunkenly, clumsily. He had definitely kissed better before, but even though it was clumsy, it was pleasant.
You froze for a second—just a fraction of one—before melting into it, moving closer and kissing him back, the glasses bumping against his nose. Your hand on the couch slid toward his, your fingers intertwining.
His hand slid in her neck, your skin was so soft under his fingers, he pulled you closer at the point where you were almost on him.
When you cut the kiss to finally breathe, he chases after your lips, he wants more, he needs more, his ocean eyes open to meet hers.
"I-Dennis we're drunk- we shouldn't-" Dennis cut you quickly by taking your hips and moving you on his lap "I know we're drunk, but I want it, do you?" He looked at you with those sad puppy blue eyes, "I- yes- I want"
He didn't wait long, putting back his lips on your, eating you, desperate, your hand sliding in his neck your finger playing with the hair in the back of his neck, the other leaving his hand to go rest in his chest, Dennis hand was everywhere, he was almost overwhelmed, your back, your waist, your thigh, he want to touch everything, everything.
You sigh with pleasure when he slowly starts moving his hand in your back, reaching the hook of your bra, his lips move down your neck, his finger fidgeting with the hook, the other with the edges of your shirt, he looks up at you "Can I?" You quickly nodded, he immediately moved the shirt up, throwing it away, your bra quickly open accompanied by a gasp from you, "So pretty" he murmured, his fingers drawing her left breast, soft, round and soft nipple. "So pretty, just so good" he murmured.
"Take it off too" You murmured "I feel alone" your finger curled against his shirt, Dennis put himself against the sofa back enough to pull his shirt up, throwing it away,for someone that looked thin, gosh he had muscle well drawn, it's probably from all those work at the farm. You bite your lower lips as you look down at him, your glasses now crooked on your nose, your hand slides down to draw the muscles on his stomach.
"I may I've gained some muscle, I guess"
"Look good, really" You murmured before kissing him again, this time more desperate, sensual.
His hand slides along your back, as yours finds its place in his shoulders.
The room was filled with your breath, mixed with that sensual heat that emanates from them.
Dennis's hand quickly finds its place on your hips, his other slide in front making its way under your skirt, already feeling the wetness of your underwear. His mouth continues to play with your nipple, making your shiver, he has this talent with his tongue. Gosh, it's making you crazy. You're losing your mind, the finger sliding in the hair on the back of his neck.
Drawing a circle with his tongue, a little bite around that definitely lets you mark, your head falls slightly backward as you were losing more by the minute passing, you couldn't take it longer.
"Dennis… please I can take it anymore" You murmured, your eyes falling back down on his face, his lips still around your nipple.
"I know sweetie, I know" he murmured as he finally left your nipple, his hand was already teasing that wet spot, You could also definitely feel that bump in his pants getting bigger.
His hand on your hips effortlessly lift you to open of his pant, and god he needed that desperately because once the zipper got open he sigh of relief, and gods he was hard like rock, you could see that and feel it once he put your back down on his lapp, his fingers was caressing your tight, his puppy eyes back up on your.
"I don't have a condom" he broke the silence "I don’t have any either" You said back.
A loud groan of frustration came out of Dennis as he put his forehead against your chest, after a beat you softly murmured "its ok if as long as it's not inside…" it didn't take long for Dennis to look back up at your "Like… just rubbing? " You silently nod, as a slow smirk appear on his lips "Fuck, gonna be hard to control sweeti but… fuck, I want you"
In a rapid movement his cock was out, hard, like damn rock, a rapid look was enough for him to know that he could start, he push the panties with his finger just enough to feel your wet self on his cock, as he slowly start moving your hips to rob properly, letting a curse come out. He didn't take long for your hips to move by herself, his finger digging in your skin, definitely leaving a mark too, and for his tongue, well.. they get back to work to play with your nipple, oh gods he loves your nipple, soft, small and sensible.
Every rob was a torture and a pleasur st the same time, making both of you crazy, your nails was dig in his shoulder skin.
He could feel it, Dennis could feel your trembling, You were close and honestly it made him feel even crazier. "Look at you, so pretty, so soft." His voice is low now but a soft tone was there. You could hear the softness in his tone, even during sex he was so soft and gentle. He knew the effect he had on you right now, and damn well, You accelerated your movement, rubbing yourself against his cock faster, you were both on edge, and you definitely didn't help by pressing yourself more.
His finger dug more in your skin that now was slowly getting red. He moved his face up, to look at your messy face, glasses crooked, hair on your face, your teeth biting your lower lips, You were too damn silent for someone that was wet as an ocean, he moved his face up to hungryly kiss your, a big mess, as his hand move from your breast to your clit, making circle movements,this 'innocent' movement make your completely lose it as you finally let out a moan again his lips, your body shaking more as you came on his cock, wetting completely his pant.
He cut the kiss abruptly "Fuck-" he moan before coming, your head falling in his neck. "You are something" he murmurs and picks you up as he stands up.
"What- What are you doing?" You looked at him confused, "I'm going to clean you, and put you to bed" he murmured softly, putting a kiss on your forehead.
He walked calmly towards his bedroom, closing the door behind him as he softly put yours on the bed, a tissue in hand to clean your area, after some minutes he put back your shirt in place and your panties, he lay next to you, his arms around you, so warm, so soft.
"I like it" he murmured "What we did" he kissed your forehead against, your eyes moved up to him, as he slowly took off your glasses "Go to sleep you're tired" he murmured.
You eyes falling shot faster than you wanted, he was so warm you feel so much safe, protected. You both quickly fall fast asleep.
The next morning was the first morning in several years that Santos didn't get her coffee ready, you were too busy to be sleeping in Dennis' bed, against his arms.
Hope you like it, go look part 1 if curious , sorry for the possible mistake.
What if… What if Whitaker and Santos got a third roommate...
Part 1
tag: 18+ soft nsfw, fem!reader, glasses user!reader, no use of y/n, bi!reader, lesbien sex,love dilema, bi panic, sassy Santos, use of good girl.
note: English is not my first language, sorry for the mistake, I made already the part 2, can be reade separatly if desire, tell me if want more, or if I miss some tag to add, try my best.
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Santos and you met back in her first year of med school, you were looking for a roommate and she needed an apartment not so far, and she ended up meeting you. Everything was working well, your dynamic was perfect, the rhythm was perfect.
You wake up earlier than her? You made her coffee.
She studies late? You make dinner and give it to her in her room.
Monday, was the day she ate dinner with you, complaining how much she hates Monday.
Tuesday was the day she went to classes and went back home to study. You bring her dinner in her room.
Wednesday was the day she went to classes and went back home to study but in the living room, because she needed more space, she always ended up asleep on the couch.
Thursday, the day she goes to classes and goes back home to study but on the kitchen table, she spent most of the time talking about gossip to you, and then got all grumpy about it.
Friday, was the day where she go out to get drunk with some friends
Saturday was the day she just slept and you helped her with her hangover.
Sunday, was your marathon day, watch as much as movie as you can
Everything was in order like you like, a routine that you both respect.
Nothing changed much when she started her internship at the hospital, her coffee always ready when she left ,and dinner always ready when she came back.
But one thing changed, that boy, young, innocent, he looked like a puppy that just got saved from the street.
The routine changed drastically, Whitaker was quite different from Santos, cheerful, pleasant, always helpful.
You both always wake up at the same time, at first you were walking on each other in the kitchen, but with time the dance came, you prepared Santos and his coffee, while he was preparing something to eat, it's was pleasant to have him, even though Santos and him sometimes argue like sibling, it's make the little routine more a life.
Tonight was one of the exceptional nights where you came back home later than both of them, you closed the door behind you, pushing your shoes away.
"Hello" You sigh and enter the leaving room to meet only Santos "Trin? You're alone?"
She look up from her phone and hum positively "Yeah, Huckleberry is you know, at Amy"
"Oh- again" your smile slightly drop but quickly mask it
"Yeah, again" she groaned, as you sat next to her on the couch.
"Have you eaten?" You turn to Santos
She nodded quietly and turned off her phone "Have you?"
"Yeah, eat some stuff and drink with some colleagues" you murmured and melted more on the couch.
The silence was pleasant, the walk back home was so loud and noisy, but the silence of the apartment was pleasant.
"Sooo wanna watch something?" Santos scratched the back of her head, "I'm not working tomorrow so we could have a movie night."
"Movie night…we are- Friday we never do movie night Friday" You looked at her a second.
"Yeah, and?" She asked confused "We-We can, yes" You quickly nodded and sat correctly on the couch.
"Great, I chose!" She grabs the remote and sits back correctly on the couch to, you hand brushing each other.
Something was different,you watch a movie together, but she was close, and touchy, a lot , you're a touchy person but being the person to be touched was weird and different, it was probably because of that beer you shared with you colleague earlier, yeah, definitely the beer fault.
"Are you listening to me? I asked if it was okay?" She touch you arm making you snap back to reality.
"Oh- yes- yes" you quickly nod , you turn to face the TV, eyes lock on it, probably to scare to see if she was looking at you.
You don't really follow the movie, even if you try as hard as you can, the only thing on your mind is how fucking close she was to you, like, her hand was gripping your arms everytime she got scare, why would she want to watch something that scare her? But you can't really complain, the feelings of the soft skin of her long finger around your arms, the grip of it, the little gasp coming out of her mouth every second, the way she speak to the character like they could hear her, the feeling of her hair brushing your shoulder, she was overwhelming, you can't even focus on this damn movie.
She was practically glued to you at the end of the movie.
"It was actually a good movie" she says as she pauses the movie. You just managed positively to her, your eyes still fixing this spot on the TV, as she let go of your arms with a sigh.
"OK girl, what's wrong with you?" She forced you to turn your face with her finger on your chin.
"Wha-What?" You managed to shutter hoping that your cheeks weren't too hot.
"You acting weird, all zone out and all, what wrong!?" She passed a hand in her hair, dropping her finger off you and sighing, "Is it… about Huckleberry? Are you like- jalouse of Amy?"
"What?!" You open your eyes big
"It's just that I thought- you know- you and Huckleberry, I thought you got a thing for him"
"WHat!?" You voice cracked "No- I- nO-"
"You do!" She straightened herself.
"I- no-" you slowly start to blush, the heat rising on your face. "I'm just- confused, you're so- touchy right now and I don't know it's making me panic inside of me okay" you quickly speak your voice a bit more acute than usual.
She blinks multiple times before a smirk appears in her face. "Are you… having a bi panic?" She asks with her usual teasing voice.
"I- I don't know maybe!"
"I'm giving you a bi panic" she corrects you as she slowly moves closer to you.
"No- yes, yes I'm definitely having a bi panic because of you, I mean Trin you like so pretty and nice, and I don't know why am I saying that out loud, it's definitely that beer, I'm shouldn't have drink that beer, that was dumb and-" She quickly shut you.
"Shut up" she pushes you on the couch as she presses her lips against yours.
You don't really know when but you definitely melt agin her lips, you kiss her back clumsily but she quickly guides you , the kiss becoming more hungryly, her finger moving back on your chin to open your mouth enough to push her tongue into you mouth.
She was making you lose your mind, your hand slowly moving on her arms but she quickly pushed them away, she moved up to break the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips.
"Nop, don't move a finger" she smirk, "Trin-?" She just hum positively her finger sliding under you shirt making you shiver "What-what are-"
She quickly interrupted, "You don't want to?" You stay silent for a moment and silently nod "that's what I thought" she smirks and slides your shirt up, revealing your bra and skin. "Be a good girl okay and don't move your hand?" You nod again.
She moved closer to her lips, meeting the soft skin of your stomach, moving lower and lower with each kiss, finger curling at your belt, quickly taking off your pants and panties, she was fast like she has done that her whole life, making you gasp as she smirked.
She lower her lips to kiss your lower stomach, her finger tracing your tight, already feeling the wetness "Wet already? Just with the kiss? You little prev" she murmured against your skin.
Her fingers move up meeting your aunt, a moan escaping you as you thigh trying to close around her but she pushes them away "Stay open" she murmured as her tongue moves to meet your clit, your hand grasping the cough tight.
"Trin- we- not on the couch-" you managed to say breathless "Don't care"
she murmure again to your clit as she starts playing with it, her tongue circling around your click, one of your fingers slowly getting inside you, making your hand fall back on her hair.
"Naughty-" she murmured with a smirk.
her tongue moving a bit faster, a second finger going inside you, her movement was faster and in syncro, it's like she has done that her whole life.
Your fingers curling in her hair, the moan and the obscene wet sound of her finger and mouth was the only sound in the room, as you slowly started to lose your mind. You don't know exactly when she put a third finger inside, but what you do know is that it made you lose it more, you moan getting lower, you tight shaking like a leaf, your face falling backwards.
The movement of her finger that making fall of the edge was when she touched that weak point of you, at that point you didn't control anything, not the load moan, not the way your body arch, not how your face fall backwards, not how you glasses was completely a mess, not how you just scream her name as you came on her face.
She slowed her movement before completely putting her finger out, as she sat up looking at the mess you were, she approached her wet finger off her lips as she cleaned you came off her finger that damn smirk on her lips "That was interesting."
She pushed your glasses up "Did you enjoy yourself?" She asks with confidence.
"Ye-yes-" you quickly nod your gaze up on her.
"Good girl" she smirk and stand up, "Go watch yourself, I'm cleaning the mess"
You nod and stand up with some difficulty "Go to sleep right after you shower, you look tired" she says as she grabs some paper.
You walk to the bathroom as fast as you can, still confused and messy.
The next day was like nothing happened, Trin was just being herself, not talking about it, not flirting, just being her like nothing had happened, clearly making you crazy.
It's made you crazy.
Santos and you met back in her first year of med school, you were looking for a roommate and she needed an apartment not so far, and she ended up meeting you. Everything was working well, your dynamic was perfect, the rhythm was perfect.
You wake up earlier than her? You made her coffee.
She studies late? You make dinner and give it to her in her room.
Monday, was the day she ate dinner with you, complaining how much she hates Monday.
Santos and you met back in her first year of med school, you were looking for a roommate and she needed an apartment not so far, and she ended up meeting you. Everything was working well, your dynamic was perfect, the rhythm was perfect.
You wake up earlier than her? You made her coffee.
She studies late? You make dinner and give it to her in her room.
Monday, was the day she ate dinner with you, complaining how much she hates Monday.
Tuesday was the day she went to classes and went back home to study. You bring her dinner in her room.
Wednesday was the day she went to classes and went back home to study but in the living room, because she needed more space, she always ended up asleep on the couch.
Thursday, the day she goes to classes and goes back home to study but on the kitchen table, she spent most of the time talking about gossip to you, and then got all grumpy about it.
Friday, was the day where she go out to get drunk with some friends
Saturday was the day she just slept and you helped her with her hangover.
Sunday, was your marathon day, watch as much as movie as you can
Everything was in order like you like, a routine that you both respect.
Nothing changed much when she started her internship at the hospital, her coffee always ready when she left ,and dinner always ready when she came back.
But one thing changed, that boy, young, innocent, he looked like a puppy that just got saved from the street.
The routine changed drastically, Whitaker was quite different from Santos, cheerful, pleasant, always helpful.
You both always wake up at the same time, at first you were walking on each other in the kitchen, but with time the dance came, you prepared Santos and his coffee, while he was preparing something to eat, it's was pleasant to have him, even though Santos and him sometimes argue like sibling, it's make the little routine more a life.
Tonight was one of the exceptional nights where you came back home later than both of them, you closed the door behind you, pushing your shoes away.
"Hello" You sigh and enter the leaving room to meet only Santos "Trin? You're alone?"
She look up from her phone and hum positively "Yeah, Huckleberry is you know, at Amy"
"Oh- again" your smile slightly drop but quickly mask it
"Yeah, again" she groaned, as you sat next to her on the couch.
"Have you eaten?" You turn to Santos
She nodded quietly and turned off her phone "Have you?"
"Yeah, eat some stuff and drink with some colleagues" you murmured and melted more on the couch.
The silence was pleasant, the walk back home was so loud and noisy, but the silence of the apartment was pleasant.
"Sooo wanna watch something?" Santos scratched the back of her head, "I'm not working tomorrow so we could have a movie night."
"Movie night…we are- Friday we never do movie night Friday" You looked at her a second.
"Yeah, and?" She asked confused "We-We can, yes" You quickly nodded and sat correctly on the couch.
"Great, I chose!" She grabs the remote and sits back correctly on the couch to, you hand brushing each other.
Something was different,you watch a movie together, but she was close, and touchy, a lot , you're a touchy person but being the person to be touched was weird and different, it was probably because of that beer you shared with you colleague earlier, yeah, definitely the beer fault.
"Are you listening to me? I asked if it was okay?" She touch you arm making you snap back to reality.
"Oh- yes- yes" you quickly nod , you turn to face the TV, eyes lock on it, probably to scare to see if she was looking at you.
You don't really follow the movie, even if you try as hard as you can, the only thing on your mind is how fucking close she was to you, like, her hand was gripping your arms everytime she got scare, why would she want to watch something that scare her? But you can't really complain, the feelings of the soft skin of her long finger around your arms, the grip of it, the little gasp coming out of her mouth every second, the way she speak to the character like they could hear her, the feeling of her hair brushing your shoulder, she was overwhelming, you can't even focus on this damn movie.
She was practically glued to you at the end of the movie.
"It was actually a good movie" she says as she pauses the movie. You just managed positively to her, your eyes still fixing this spot on the TV, as she let go of your arms with a sigh.
"OK girl, what's wrong with you?" She forced you to turn your face with her finger on your chin.
"Wha-What?" You managed to shutter hoping that your cheeks weren't too hot.
"You acting weird, all zone out and all, what wrong!?" She passed a hand in her hair, dropping her finger off you and sighing, "Is it… about Huckleberry? Are you like- jalouse of Amy?"
"What?!" You open your eyes big
"It's just that I thought- you know- you and Huckleberry, I thought you got a thing for him"
"WHat!?" You voice cracked "No- I- nO-"
"You do!" She straightened herself.
"I- no-" you slowly start to blush, the heat rising on your face. "I'm just- confused, you're so- touchy right now and I don't know it's making me panic inside of me okay" you quickly speak your voice a bit more acute than usual.
She blinks multiple times before a smirk appears in her face. "Are you… having a bi panic?" She asks with her usual teasing voice.
"I- I don't know maybe!"
"I'm giving you a bi panic" she corrects you as she slowly moves closer to you.
"No- yes, yes I'm definitely having a bi panic because of you, I mean Trin you like so pretty and nice, and I don't know why am I saying that out loud, it's definitely that beer, I'm shouldn't have drink that beer, that was dumb and-" She quickly shut you.
"Shut up" she pushes you on the couch as she presses her lips against yours.
You don't really know when but you definitely melt agin her lips, you kiss her back clumsily but she quickly guides you , the kiss becoming more hungryly, her finger moving back on your chin to open your mouth enough to push her tongue into you mouth.
She was making you lose your mind, your hand slowly moving on her arms but she quickly pushed them away, she moved up to break the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips.
"Nop, don't move a finger" she smirk, "Trin-?" She just hum positively her finger sliding under you shirt making you shiver "What-what are-"
She quickly interrupted, "You don't want to?" You stay silent for a moment and silently nod "that's what I thought" she smirks and slides your shirt up, revealing your bra and skin. "Be a good girl okay and don't move your hand?" You nod again.
She moved closer to her lips, meeting the soft skin of your stomach, moving lower and lower with each kiss, finger curling at your belt, quickly taking off your pants and panties, she was fast like she has done that her whole life, making you gasp as she smirked.
She lower her lips to kiss your lower stomach, her finger tracing your tight, already feeling the wetness "Wet already? Just with the kiss? You little prev" she murmured against your skin.
Her fingers move up meeting your aunt, a moan escaping you as you thigh trying to close around her but she pushes them away "Stay open" she murmured as her tongue moves to meet your clit, your hand grasping the cough tight.
"Trin- we- not on the couch-" you managed to say breathless "Don't care"
she murmure again to your clit as she starts playing with it, her tongue circling around your click, one of your fingers slowly getting inside you, making your hand fall back on her hair.
"Naughty-" she murmured with a smirk.
her tongue moving a bit faster, a second finger going inside you, her movement was faster and in syncro, it's like she has done that her whole life.
Your fingers curling in her hair, the moan and the obscene wet sound of her finger and mouth was the only sound in the room, as you slowly started to lose your mind. You don't know exactly when she put a third finger inside, but what you do know is that it made you lose it more, you moan getting lower, you tight shaking like a leaf, your face falling backwards.
The movement of her finger that making fall of the edge was when she touched that weak point of you, at that point you didn't control anything, not the load moan, not the way your body arch, not how your face fall backwards, not how you glasses was completely a mess, not how you just scream her name as you came on her face.
She slowed her movement before completely putting her finger out, as she sat up looking at the mess you were, she approached her wet finger off her lips as she cleaned you came off her finger that damn smirk on her lips "That was interesting."
She pushed your glasses up "Did you enjoy yourself?" She asks with confidence.
"Ye-yes-" you quickly nod your gaze up on her.
"Good girl" she smirk and stand up, "Go watch yourself, I'm cleaning the mess"
You nod and stand up with some difficulty "Go to sleep right after you shower, you look tired" she says as she grabs some paper.
You walk to the bathroom as fast as you can, still confused and messy.
The next day was like nothing happened, Trin was just being herself, not talking about it, not flirting, just being her like nothing had happened, clearly making you crazy.
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