#mcsantos

santos offering to hang out with mckay after work since she can’t go have beers in the park with everyone else

mckay taking santos to an anger room to destroy shit cause she can tell santos has a lot pent up

santos covering mckay’s shift so she can spend more time with harrison

mckay finding out about langdon and ACTUALLY LISTENING to santos vent

them throwing jokes at each other because they’re two sides of the same coin

them fully trusting each other in the ED because they know each other is not only highly competent but cares about their patients to the same degree

Rushing out of the house, no undershirts, both of them snoozed their alarms way too many times.

The scrub top Whitaker grabbed (Santos’) is gapping extra at the V and it wayyyyy too tight around his biceps. His pants are nearly falling off his hips - god, he hopes no one can see his Hanes underwear (everyone can see his underwear).

Santos’ bottoms feel like they’re fucking painted on, no room at all in the seat of the pants. Her tits feel like they’re about to fall out and the damn shirt keeps scooting up over her hips.

They get to work, trauma after trauma, sweat dripping. No time to do anything other than attend to the patients.

Whitaker leans over a patient to do CPR and the top gaps even more, people can see his chest. Robby and Kim are 👀👀👀

Meanwhile, Santos walks around with that wagon all day in too tight pants just turning every head. Garcia & McKay both mutter something about how Santos must be tired carrying all that around. Victoria can barely meet her eye, cheeks all flushed.

The med students for some reason keep looking at the ground or the ceiling.

Dana just snaps her gum, snickering.

Whitsantos, bickering about Laundry Duties ,meet up at the lockers, try the scrub return, only for it to be out of order.

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?"