“I thought it could be a surprise?”

“Mohan hates surprises,” you point out. Except, you don’t sound as shut-off this time. You sound reluctant. Like your brain is finally starting to wrap around Mel’s words and encode the idea into your neurons. “And she doesn’t like seeing any of us after 7 P.M.”

God, how did you keep puppy dog eyes up for so long? This was killing her.

“Please?”

You glance to your right. Your left. Before leaning in towards her. Close enough that she can smell hints of your lotion, and it makes thoughts go a little fuzzy around the edges. “You want me to fuck one of your friends?”

One of Mel’s only friends at the PTMC, honestly. Well, that wasn’t true; everyone had been nice enough for the months she’d been here, but Samira seemed to just get her on a different level. And, yes, while the other woman didn’t like seeing co-workers when she wasn’t clocked in, Mel had managed to get her to hang out a few times in the non-hospital setting. Harder than she would’ve originally thought. But Mel knew that everyone just needed something to look forward to. Someone to be kind to them and to listen. It was how she’d always longed to feel before she met you. And she could tell from the way that Samira would look at you when you would pass by with small greetings. The way her large, brown eyes would soften when you would offer to help her. That dizzy, elated smile that would paint on her lips whenever you would engage in a conversation long enough that it wouldn’t distract her from her work or feel unnecessary, that Mel’s friend felt it too. Maybe not as strong as Mel did, but Mel was very perceptive of these things. Especially when it came to her girlfriend.

So, yes. Mel King wanted to be a good friend and offer the resident she was closest to some stress relief. 

And maybe, she just wanted to know what it felt like to see another woman try to make you feel as good as she made you feel. Wanted to see you worked to an orgasm that would be good, but just not enough. Fantasized about how you would come crawling back to her and she would get to hear the words: “Please, Mel, she’s just not you.”

And it felt good.

“Do you want my help, or–” Mel’s voice is cut off when a small moan is pulled from your throat. “Yeah, nope, I think you’ve got her,” she finishes in a small mumble, eyes darting down briefly to where Samira’s settled between your legs. Your thighs are draped delicately over her shoulders, her curls held back by one of your hands as Mel watches the way her lips work over your mound. Teasing your clit. Mel didn’t do it like that, but it seemed like it was enough to have your chest heaving. 

Your head is in Mel’s lap, one of Mel’s hands gently brushing your hair away from your face as the other roams over your upper half. Thumb between your lips to give you something to focus on. Over your arms to soothe you. Brushing over the hardened peaks of your tits. It’s intoxicating seeing you like this–getting to watch the full thing of your build-up. Normally, Mel would try to see as much of it as she could, but she would get distracted by your cunt. With Samira doing the work (definitely not as well as Mel did, you would be cumming against her mouth by now), Mel could see the way your brows pinch together and how your nose scrunches. How your lips part and the gentle flush that would spread across your skin.

You peek your eyes up at her, wide and pleading as another tiny whine leaves you. 

“Does she like fingers too?” Samira asks, sounding a little out of breath, and Mel can feel the weight of the other woman’s eyes on her as well. But she’s too focused on you. Her hand that had been keeping your hair out of your face traces one of your cheekbones as she nods her head. 

You were looking at her.

“Yeah,” Mel manages to get out, finally drawing her vision away from you and down to Samira. The woman’s eyes look slightly hazy, soft around the edges in a way that reminds Mel of something sweet and warm. Her hair is frizzy, probably from the heat building in the room and from the way you’d been fisting at it. “You can tell her if she’s being too rough with you too, sometimes she doesn’t really notice.”

The corners of Mel’s mouth twitch up when you open your mouth to deny her words, only to have the thought and words melt on your tongue from one of Samira’s fingers beginning to sink inside of your clenching hole. Already leaky. Needy. Being shared like this, spoken about like you weren’t there–it turned you on more than you cared to admit. Not like the two women couldn’t see your arousal. 

Samira lets out a huff of a laugh as she crooks her finger enough to have your refusal morph into a moan. “She can be rough, I don’t mind.” And Mel sees the way Samira leans back down to swirl her tongue around your clit in a way that has you arching up off her lap. Mel’s hands find your shoulders, keeping you still so Samira can keep pumping that finger deep inside of you. So she can keep sucking your juices down like her stress is melting away with each noise that she manages to pull from you.

When you still, Mel bends to place a kiss on your forehead. Your nose. Your mouth. Barely more than a peck, but it has you keening for more. “Mel,” you pant against her lips, pleading in the way she had for you to be in this position. She offers you a tiny reassuring smile as she straightens back up, a sharp whine escaping your throat as you twist against the way you’re being held in place again. 

“Is she close?” Samira speaks up again, but this time, her mouth doesn’t leave you. Mel can hear the sound of her fingers working inside of you, the tiny pants from your lungs almost as intoxicating as the way your eyes never stray from her face. 

“She’s just needy,” Mel mumbles, because you’ve never had this blissed-out expression before. She figures it’s just from being shared for the first time, maybe from being just a little overwhelmed, but she knows what you sound like before you cum. “If she’s close, she’ll get more restless–”

But, oh, your eyes are rolling back. And your back arches so prettily as your lips fall open in a quiet moan, Samira’s fingers slowly working you through a high that’s not very intense, but it’s drawn out. And it has the woman between your legs smirking slightly at the way Mel’s own mouth drops just a bit, eyes wide as they remain glued to your face before darting to where Samira’s gently giving your throbbing clit enough stimulation to ride out the high.

At least one of your hands grips at Mel’s wrist. But the other remains fisted in Samira’s dark curls. 

When you’ve finished, Samira shifts to sit back up, your hand falling limply to your side as your eyes flutter shut. Your thighs close, but they still rub together slightly as Mel still subconsciously tries to comfort you as you come down. 

At least you’re twisting, nudging your face against Mel’s lower stomach as Samira ties her hair back before reaching for your hips again.

Of all the places you could be in the world, on your knees with your head between Samira Mohan’s thighs had to be your favorite.

And really—your favorite.

There she was, legs splayed open on the couch, thighs slick and messy with a mix of sweat and spit, and you—kneecaps sunken into a pillow over the rug, nuzzling your face even deeper into the intoxicating heat of her cunt. It’d been hours—hours—you didn't even know how many, and even though she'd already came on your face three times, you still wanted more. Licking, sucking, nibbling—sometimes you moved your mouth just to move it, just to see what reaction you could get, a soft, pretty whimper, a sudden jerk or low purr, just anything to feel more of her soaking cunt against your skin.

Your mind was swimming, senses clouded by the hedonistic desire for pussy, all rational thought abandoned long ago in some animalistic haze—all you could think about was her, her and her pussy you needed more of, like some kind of drug. You wouldn't be satisfied until you felt her drench you, until your face was coated, dripping with her squirt, and even then you'd felt you'd still keep going. And going, and going. Really, you weren't sure when it was going to stop, or if you even could stop.

You could have spent all day right there just lapping up her sweetness, but for Samira you're sure it must have been torturous. You were licking her slowly, lazily, one swipe of your tongue from bottom to top at a time, flicking it against her swollen, throbbing clit. You knew she must have been overstimulated, her clit almost numb, but you just couldn't help yourself. She whined and clutched at your hair as you flicked your tongue over it again and again, her ragged breaths turning into louder and louder moans as you closed your lips around it and sucked, swirling the tip of your tongue.

And you couldn't help but grin when you delved your tongue lower, deeper, drawing out a sweet groan from her lips, making those pretty eyes of hers roll back into their sockets. It set every nerve in your body alive, made your hairs raise, your nipples harden even though they were already hard—you felt like someone hit you on the head and you were seeing stars. Then you pulled back and swiped the flat of your tongue across her sensitive folds, earning another sharp intake of breath, before you gathered some more spit in your mouth and let it drip down onto her, soaking her even more.

You just…you got greedy, sloppy—savoring the sloshing sound of your tongue, sticky wet ropes of spit stretching between you and her each time you pulled back for another lick. You were using so much spit it dribbled down your chin and onto the pillow and the floor, seeping into the fabric underneath the both of you. She always loved that—when you ate her without caring what a mess you made.

She pulled you in even deeper and for a second it's like your whole mind evaporated. You wanted her to just drown you then, to use you completely. The image was so vivid you could almost feel it—a collar around your neck, the leash wound tightly in Samira’s hands as she reeled you in further and further while she urged you on. Yes, just like that. Eat until you passed out.

You kissed her, gently, your own breaths coming hot and heavier as you fanned your fingers over your own aching pussy, squeezing your overworked clit. You rubbed it so much it was almost raw, chasing and chasing your peak, feverish pleasure building up within you but it was torturous for you too, hours and hours and you still hadn't cum yet, just teetering the edge but never spilling over. Almost. Almost…

And your other hand?

“Good girl. Good job, kitten,” Jack Abbott praised in that rough voice of his that scratched your ears just right. He brushed his hand over your hair repeatedly in praise, reassurance, encouragement, a satisfied smirk on his face as you fisted his long, thick cock, his sticky precum slickening your fingers as they went up, down, up, down…

And then you switched and with a zealous grin you grabbed the base of his cock and tapped it on your stuck out tongue while you looked him in the eye, circling the tip before you took him in your mouth and closed your lips, started sucking.

 “Hmm,” he hummed, a deep rumble in his chest as he toyed with your hair affectionately, “That mouth of yours feels like heaven, kitten. Know just how to keep Daddy happy, don't you?”

You nodded eagerly, mouth full of his cock, humming in satisfaction as you bobbed your head up and down, savoring the way his salty precum dissolved into your tastebuds, only gaining more confidence as he let out a low “Fuck,” and then, “Fuck, kitten, just like that, suck Daddy's cock just like that,”

You took his cock deeper in your throat, warmth in your chest from his reactions, sliding his cock in and out while his breathing got heavier.

“That's a good girl,” he crooned before he winced, gritting his teeth as you started playing with his tip, teasing him with your tongue while you stroked his shaft with a firm grip. “Don't worry, kitten, you'll get your reward soon enough,” he promised with a smile.

You smiled, but beside you Samira whimpered in frustration. You were still stroking her softly with your thumb, rubbing tight circles on her clit, just barely giving her pleasure with how unhurried, how distracted you were.

You glanced her way just once, biting back a giggle, before Jack already caught on to what you were thinking. “Looks like our kitten wants me to fuck you, ‘Mira. How bout we give her what she wants, yeah?”

Samira nodded, desperate for relief. “Please,” she gushed, sniffling, her voice weak and thin, “please, Jack,”

“Is that what you call me?”

“Please…Daddy,” she begged again with desperation, disheveled strands of curly hair swaying, lips trembling. “Please fuck me,”

He broke into a grin, stroking himself while he came in front of her and propped her up on the armrest of the couch, the light dancing off her glistening pussy. You were so rapt you were barely breathing, watching as as he slowly pushed the head of his cock into her while Samira whimpered in pleasure and threw her head back, her juices gushing around his cock as he went in. Your lips curved into a devilish grin; you helped prop her leg up, kissing her kneecap, slowly skimming your nails across her inner thigh before softly petting her as he eased into it before he went faster, his thrusts getting rougher, deeper.

You leaned in closer, close enough to hear all the small sounds—

And oh, what beautiful sounds they made.

The sounds of filthy, raw, sex.

The hushed gasps, the soft wet smack of his thrusts as he hit the very deepest parts of her, the slick squelch of his dick sliding in and out as her tight walls gripped his cock, Samira’s satisfied, desperate winces and whimpers.

“Taking me so—” Jack rasped, “—so well, baby,” he grunted, placing a hand on her stomach to feel the bulge of his cock as he split her open again and again.

She nodded shakily, her breath trembling, “D-daddy—” she stuttered, her fingers digging into the plush underneath her, keening desperately as he shoved his cock in her so deep her muscles tensed and her mouth dropped open momentarily. “J-J—Daddy!” she mewled.

“Shh shhh baby, just let it happen. Let Daddy give you the cock you've been begging for,” he breathed, grabbing her hips.

You grinned, before you sat up and started swirling your finger around one of her nipples. “‘Mira,” you sang as you stared down at her lips hungrily, “I bet it feels so fucking good,”

You leaned in and licked her parted lips, and then you kissed her. Hard. Your lips pressed together, her mouth moving in sync with yours, your pussy getting wetter and hotter as you gave in and the kiss got deeper, greedier. Hot breaths filled the space between you as your tongues intertwined and swirled, sharing your spit, humming in satisfaction.

She gasped, moaning into your mouth as he rocked his hips into her, her body reeling from the impact as you clutched her hair, a rope of spit between your lips as you pulled back, transfixed. Her moans were loud, filthy, needy as he fucked her, the sound of skin slapping against skin making your breath draw short and your thighs clench.

You couldn't resist the urge to pop one of her tits in your mouth as you reached down to stroke her clit, you ran your tongue over her nipple, teasing and toying with it harder and harder before sucking and just barely grazing your teeth against her.

“Gonna make you a mommy, ‘Mira, you like that?” Jack gruffed, his breaths ragged as he pounded her.

“Ye-yes,” she panted, nodding, her eyes shut in ecstasy. “Make me a—” she trailed off, murmuring incoherently, “Please, please…make me a mommy,”

“Fuck,” he cursed in a gutteral groan, picking up the pace. “Gonna give it to you, ‘Mira, gonna give you what you want,”

He fucked her some more, relentless, holding her still while she writhed and squirmed. She was yelping with every thrust of his cock, her chest heaving, sweat sheening her copper colored skin.

You smirked and bent down between her legs, and you licked, running your tongue over his cock as it went in and out, and over her clit. She arched her back in pleasure while Jack took a restrained breath before releasing a satisfied sigh.

“Well would you look at that,” he muttered between thrusts, “What a greedy kitten. Wants to taste us both at the same time,”

You smiled and started moving with more frenzy, wiggling your ass in the air as you tasted them, Jack’s thrusts getting more hectic, more sloppy and Samira whining and pulling and pushing you to where she wanted you.

She was hardly even making sense anymore, just barely able to get out a few words. “So-so close, ” she squeaked.

You focused on her then, teasing and sucking on the clit you’d been playing with the whole day, pressing down on it with the tip of your tongue as you swirled on it slowly, then flicking it faster and faster..

“Almost there, baby, almost there…” Jack strained, before he gave you a hard smack on the ass, “Love the way you eat that pussy, baby,”

You grinned up at him as he watched you, and before you know it they were both on the tip of the edge, fucking like nothing else mattered in the world, and then…

All of a sudden they both just exploded, with Samira shaking and convulsing with a shattered groan, her juices gushing out of her and drenching your face while Jack went rigid and emptied himself inside her. You gave a few more licks for good measure, lapping up her squirt and Jack’s cum as it oozed out of her swollen pussy when he pulled out, him patting you on the head.

“Hmm, that's right kitten, lick it up,” he reassured you as he panted, “good girl.”

Samira shivered and Jack kissed your forehead as you finally pulled back and wiped your face.

✦ jack abbot and samira mohan, your boyfriend and girlfriend who happen to do the same things, just… differently? it’s definitely subtle, but you’ve started to notice the similarities in how they treat and speak to you. for example:

✦ “hey, sexy”. a simple greeting, right? from samira’s lips, it’s playful, almost coy; she’ll smile and nudge your shoulder as she murmurs it, her gaze meeting yours in a manner that’s downright flirtatious. mohan’s flirtations are usually lively, so it’s not surprising for it to sound so lighthearted from her. from jack, on the other hand, it’s low and smooth, a sign that he’s already in the mood. it’s less flirtation and more of a warning as he wraps his arms around your waist and begins kissing at your jaw. “hey, sexy” from abbot always leads to the bedroom.

✦ kisses in the morning. it’s the first thing they do each and every day. samira says she likes to “start the day off right”. if you asked jack about it, he’d probably just get playfully defensive (“what, i’m not allowed to kiss you in the morning? is my morning breath too much for you, sweetheart?”). if you’re not immediately close to them, they simply find you, wandering half-asleep around your place until they spot you. of course, when you’re not home, the routine is interrupted, much to their dismay.

✦ dressing you. not fully, typically, unless you ask for that. it’s subtle; abbot helping you into your shoes or coat, mohan working on the clasp of a necklace or adjusting your shirt and pants so that they look nice. it’s nothing to them, a minor manner of affection. some days, you’ll have samira fussing with your shirt in the bedroom just for jack to slide your shoes on your feet as you head for the door. in another life, they’d be your househusband and wife.

✦ collapsing on you in the evenings. mohan always beelines towards you as soon as she’s inside, groaning dramatically and nuzzling into your neck while whining playfully about missing you. jack’s slightly more put together, taking off his coat and settling in before coming over and peppering you in kisses. sometimes samira will quite literally put all of her weight on you, letting you catch her or hold her. a princess deserves to be pampered after such a long and stressful shift, after all. she’s usually more mature, but with you, she lets herself be childish.

✦ hand holding. mohabbot + handholding = well, yes! they both love holding your hands, filling the valleys between your fingers with their own and brushing over your knuckles with their thumbs. they’ll bring your hand to their lips and smile as they kiss your skin. the kiss can mean anything: a promise, a tease, a silent declaration of love. samira and jack both initiate pretty casually, nudging your pinkie with theirs and seeing if you’re in the mood or not before backing off or fully holding your hand.

cutest tootsits… thank u mohabbot / 💌 anon for requesting more of them. they’re such a bisexual dream ugh i love it.

dr. langon “second chance” another kind of yearning. one that he’ll work impossibly hard towards if it means having to possibility of mending broken pots. he’s fucked up, he knows he has, but that won’t stop him from showing up, will it? and it truly is an adorable initiative. how he’s obsessed with proving you wrong, proving you that he is still the man you fell in love with.

warnings: internalised homophobia, religious guilt, angst angst angst, homophobia, implied child abuse/neglect (past) + more to be added

chapter count: unknown atm

song: spring into summer - lizzy mcalpine

CHAPTER LIST:

moodboard + playlist

ch.1: coming soon….

ch.2: coming soon….

ch.3: coming soon….

a.n: hiii, i’ve been wanting to do a series surrounding internalised homophobia and complicated family dynamics, both to explore it myself and to bring awareness to how your words can affect others. you might think it’s funny to call a guy who’s being rude gay because he was disrespectful, but your possibly gay friend who heard that will now know you associate that rudeness with being gay/queer. just something to think about! i do NOT want reader to have a specified race so if i accidentally add that call me out in the comments so i can change it 🤍 i want everyone to be able to enjoy this with me. let me know if you want a tag! this is mostly self indulgent so ill write it regardless of how much attention this post gets but if ur interested lmk!!