(mdni)

“nooo cassie you don’t need to use a condom, just pull out!”

it sounded a lot easier an hour ago. cassie has no clue why she agreed to this. i suppose she didn’t technically agree to this, though. she agreed to fuck victoria raw but she did not agree for victoria to lock her legs around her waist and fucking hold her there the second she tried to pull out.

“v-vic, fuck,” cassie whimpers as she has to fight the urge to buck her hips, to pump her precious little girl full of her cum until it was leaking out of her cunt. “vic, c-come on, i really can’t hold it much longer…”

victoria moans and grinds her hips hard against cassie. she’s fucking herself as well as she can, but it’s not enough, not in this position. it’s never enough with cassie. “cum, then…” she purrs into cassie’s ear. “come on. i want it so bad. i need to feel you fucking breed me.”

jesus. fuck. “can’t…” cassie pants, and it gets harder to hold on by the second. “too… fuck, vic, i can’t get you pregnant.”

“you can, though.” victoria whines up at the older woman. “i bet it’ll feel real good… fuck, mom, please… it’s all i want…”

cassie’s a pretty strong woman. but even she’s no match for vic’s begging. “you wanna be bred? so bad? fine.” she growls as she returns to fucking victoria in earnest, and within thirty seconds cassie’s balls deep into victoria as she gives her every bit of cum her cunt can milk out of her.

“please tell me you’re on the pill.” cassie’s face goes pale as she realizes what she’s done.

notes: exhibitionism, daddy cassie

trinity wasn't stupid. she knew the moment that victoria went to sit by cassie on the couch, snuggled up close. from the minute that victoria pouted and complained about it being "too cold" just so cassie would ask for a blanket, trinity knew where this was going.

she plays along for a bit, sitting in the old thrifted armchair that creaks when she shifts her weight. part of the fun is the risk, so if she calls them out right away, she'll ruin it too fast for all of them.

the rom-com that victoria chose (really, crash? begging to choose the movie and then ignoring it to get fingered under the blanket? how selfish can you be.) plays on, and trinity is honestly positive that cassie and vic aren't even attempting to hide the noises, because during a completely quiet scene, trinity hears victoria squeak. and the distinct sound of cassie chuckling and wet noises coming from the couch are simply not subtle at all.

sluts.

trinity waits until she starts hearing victoria's breathing come out more stuttered. she truly is awful at being quiet, which trinity really thinks she needs to work on if she's gonna play these games.

"how close is she?" trinity asks in the same tone one might ask if someone's enjoying the movie.

"i told you she'd know," cassie murmurs, the blanket shifting as she gives a particularly hard thrust of her fingers into victoria's sloppy hole. victoria finally lets out a moan, head lolling back against the couch.

"might as well let me see."

"mmm, have you earned it?" cassie asks, eyebrow quirked teasingly.

trinity makes a frustrated gesture. "fuck do you mean? i've been sitting here quietly, how could i have been bad huh?"

before their back and forth can continue, though, victoria takes matters into her own hands. she shoves the blanket off their laps. trinity swallows, eyes widening at the sight of victoria's loose pj shorts tugged to the side and her leg hooked over cassie's knee so that she's spread wide open, glistening pussy in full view now.

"jesus," trinity groans. "she's so fucking wet."

"mhm," cassie hums, using two fingers to part victoria's folds. the action, exposing her to trinity's view even more, makes victoria clench around nothing, wetness seeping down onto the couch. trinity's mouth waters. "bet you want a taste, huh?"

"god. yeah. yeah, i do."

"her pretty pussy tastes so good," cassie practically brags, and trinity has to take a deep breath to hold her composure.

"daddy," victoria whines, trying to push cassie's fingers back into her cunt. cassie tuts, smacking the girls cunt a couple of times, wet lewd noises making trinity moan. "inside."

"she's so fucking needy," trinity says under her breath.

"getting her little hole played with in front of her friend does that to her. she's lucky her daddy spoils her." cassie's fingers push back into victoria's pussy curling in a way that makes her gasp.

"sounds like you've been spoiling her too much."

victoria whines and squirms, both frustrated and turned on at the way they're speaking about her like she's not there.

"you think so? well, i was gonna let you eat her out but if you think i'm spoiling her…"

"no!" trinity says, sounding much too desperate for her liking but she's not going to let her pride lose this chance. "no, you spoil her just enough. let me taste her."

"what's the magic word?"

"please, cassie."

"you're a lot easier than you act, trinity," cassie smirks. "alright, c'mere. but she doesn't come until i say, got it?"

she will not let Victoria see the way she aches for her. she has to promise herself that.

she will not touch herself before bed anymore because she doesn’t want Victoria’s name on her lips— doesn’t want to dirty her.

but it’s more than that. an orgasm will definitely help her relax. She doesn’t deserve it. Needs to be punished.

little does she know how badly it’s backfiring. if she could see the affection in her gaze from Victoria’s point of view, or even worse, the uncontrolled desire, she’d try to change shifts… or hospitals.

if she knew Victoria thought she was imagining McKay’s eyes always on her, and felt pathetic—

if she knew Victoria went home each day and thought of her with her hand down her pants before even washing off the sweat and stress of her shift, like it was routine, like it was necessary…

she wouldn’t be able to hold back anymore.

But she had no idea, as it was.

they've fucked dozens of times by now, but sometimes she really gets off staring at McKay's hands with put-on anxiety as she scrambles up onto the bed whining, "promise me it isn't going to hurt"