#radiology

After a long day at uni, you came home sluggish, immediately dropping your bag beside the door, the weight of it hitting the floor with a dull thud before you even bothered to straighten it. You slipped off your shoes right there, too tired to care about anything else, not even taking off your socks before walking straight to the coffee maker.

You had so much ahead of you, to the point that it didn’t even feel like you could breathe properly thinking about it. You needed to study. You had to prepare for your physical exam next week; your schedule was packed with clinical OSCEs, plus your internal medicine systems exam, and even your radiology spotter’s exam along with gastroenterology and endocrinology topics were all merging into one overwhelming blur.

You were bombarded with things you had to do. Stress tightening in your chest at how you were supposed to manage everything along with your clinical rotations, where every day felt like you were the one being tested.

You practically gulped down the coffee in just five minutes even though it was steaming hot, the heat barely registering anymore, like your body had already decided exhaustion mattered more than discomfort. Finally, you gave yourself permission to sink into the couch for a moment before you heard a click.

The door opened. Your eyes flicked up to the clock. Oh. Right. It was already 8:30.

Your gaze shifted down to Sophia first. She stepped in wearing her gap hoodie, rehearsal bag slung loosely over her shoulder, strands of hair slightly messy like she’d just come from moving nonstop all day. She smiled at you like softly. The smile that can lift off the weight off of your shoulders.

You smiled back automatically, tired but genuine.

Then Megan appeared behind her, just as exhausted, but her entire face lit up the second she saw you, like the tiredness didn’t matter anymore.

“Y/n!” she squealed, already moving before she even finished the word, running straight to the couch and throwing herself beside you. You barely had time to react before she wrapped her arms around you tightly.

“It feels like I haven’t seen you in forever,” she murmured against your neck, her voice muffled, her body fully sinking into yours as sitting on your lap as she got comfortable like she belonged there.

“Guys, what did I tell about bags and shoes on the door? I told you to put it on the rack,” Sophia said, though there was no real anger in her tone, just the habit of saying it like she did a hundred times before.

“Sorry, Soph,” you answered without much energy, one hand already moving to lightly pat Megan’s back. “I was gone for a day. You know I’m very busy.” You murmured against her forehead.

“One day is forever,” Megan retorted immediately, like it was the most obvious truth in the world.

“How’s your day, baby?” Sophia asked then, walking over and sitting beside you on the couch, leaning in to kiss you. It was slow and tender, almost enough to pull you back out of your own head. Megan didn’t even move, just rested her head more comfortably on your shoulder like it was her spot.

“I’ve been stressed honestly,” you admitted after a second, exhaling. “I have a lot due this week and next week. Tomorrow I’m gonna review the whole day, might pull an all-nighter.”

Between OSCE stations, system-based exams, and trying to remember every possible presentation in gastroenterology and endocrinology, your brain already felt overloaded and fried, like everything was stacking on top of itself.

“Awe, we can help you review if you want,” Sophia said softly, her hand moving to your cheek, thumb brushing there gently like she was trying to ease the tension out of you.

“Yeah but I think Megan would just whine and—” you started, joking a little despite everything, before you got cut off.

“Yeah continue that and I’m gonna kill you,” Megan retorted instantly, lifting her head just enough to glare at you.

Then she bit down on your shoulder.

“Ouch!” you yelped, immediately grabbing the back of her head to stop her.

Sophia laughed at the two of you, shaking her head, used to the chaos.

“Well, we—I can help you review tomorrow,” she said, still smiling. “We don’t have rehearsals.”

She tilted her head slightly toward you, softer now. “I just hope we don’t somehow stress you out further, right Mei?”

“Yeah, yeah, but I can't help you with your readings." Megan mumbled before kissing your cheek.

"I know." You smiled at her.

Later that night, Sophia was downstairs cleaning up after the three of you—plates in the sink, soft clinks of the glass, the quiet hum of the water running in the background. Megan went down the stairs slowly, hoodie slightly oversized on her frame, pausing when she saw Sophia in the kitchen.

“Soph?” she called, walking over before leaning her weight against the counter like she wasn’t fully committed to standing yet.

Sophia turned her head over her shoulder. “Yeah? I thought you’re with Y/n?”

“She’s like passed out right now,” Megan said, shrugging a little. “I think she’s really tired and sleepy.”

"Hm."

There was a short pause between Sophia and Megan, only the sound of water and dishes between them.

Megan played with the drawstring of her hoodie, twisting it between her fingers like she was thinking too much about something she didn’t know how to say out loud.

“I was actually thinking about something,” she added quietly.

“Hm?” Sophia hummed, drying her hands on a towel before fully turning to face her, attention shifting immediately.

“You know,” Megan started, hesitating just slightly, eyes flicking away for a second before coming back, “maybe… we can like, help her out.”

Sophia tilted her head, confused, arms crossing loosely in front of her chest. “We would, though? Like help her review tomorrow."

Megan shook her head a little. “No, I mean—yeah, but like… actually help her out.”

"Tell me."

"I'm so fuckin' tired," you grumbled as soon as you got through the door, kicking off your shoes and placing them on the rack just like Sophia always told you to, not wanting to make her upset. Your bag followed, dropped carelessly onto the couch.

“Soph? Megs?” you called out, frowning when you noticed how quiet the house was. “Where are you guys?”

“Bedroom!” Sophia’s voice echoed back.

"God I need some touch." You muttered under your breath, you headed upstairs, already dragging your exhaustion with you. The moment you opened the bedroom door, you stopped.

The room was dimly lit, warm and soft. Candles flickered along the edges of the space along with the lamp glowing gently in the corner. The air smelled like floral scents. It was calming. Megan was in bed, buried under the blankets, her head tilted lazily toward you.

“Whoa,” you said with a tired chuckle. “What’s all this?”

Before you could step further in, the door clicked shut behind you causing you to turn.

Sophia was there, leaning lightly against it like she’d just been waiting for you to arrive.

“What’s going on?” you asked again, slower this time, head moving between her and Megan.

“We were waiting for you,” Sophia said simply, pushing off the door and walking closer. She was wearing a red colored robe, tied loosely on her waist. “You look like you’re about to collapse.” She whispered, her hands settling on your shoulder.

“I am about to collapse,” you admitted, rubbing your face. “I just don’t understand why the room looks like… this.”

Megan lifted from the bed, revealing the pink robe she was wearing, the silky fabric matching with Sophia's. "Well, you've said you've been stressed."

Sophia moved back from you, crossed her arms gently. "So, we have a little surprise for you." Megan added, her hand grabbing yours, leading you to the bed before pushing you against the soft mattress. "Stay." Sophia said in a sultry yet stern voice.

"Okay." You breathed out, your eyes moving in between the two of them. You watched as they smiled at each other—they had plans. The both of them removed the knot of the robe, revealing the matching lingerie they had underneath, making your breath hitch.

"O-okay. Wow." You couldn't stop yourself from staring back and fourth. God did bless you with these two girls.

"Figured, why not help you relieve some stress?" Megan smiled before crawling towards you before stopping just above your waist.

"Do you like it?" Sophia asked. "The lingerie, I mean."

"I fucking love it."

Stars trucked was an understatement. You felt Megan unbuckle your belt while Sophia made her way beside you, kneeling down before kissing you. You felt Megan trace the outline of your dick against your boxers, making you gasp against Sophia's tongue, giving her an opportunity to shove her tongue inside your mouth. You both fought for dominance before she pushed your chest back, laying on your torso, blocking your view of Megan.

"I can't see Megan, Soph." You said, your hand brushing against her thigh. "That's the point." She whispered against your ear before licking your earlobe. Then, you heard Megan throw your pants somewhere, the metal of the belt clanking as it hits the wooden floor. You were already so hard, and the image of Megan sucking you off was in clear display in your mind. You felt Megan slowly take off your boxers while Sophia was kissing down your jaw, marking you.

You felt Megan's warm hands wrap around your shaft, making your hips buck. Your hold of Sophia's thighs became tighter, all while she keeps on marking you. "Fuck." You huffed. "Shh." Sophia whispered. "We've got you. Just relax, baby."

"Yes mommy." You whimpered as Megan licked from your base, up to your tip before bobbing her head down as she plays with your balls. "Oh—" You buck your hips against Megan's mouth, making your dick go deeper inside her throat making her gag. But to your surprise, Megan just took you deeper. "Oh Meg—fuck mommy." You threw your head back at the pleasure. Sophia smiled against your skin before making her way down your throat as she started to grind against your torso, wanting to have some pleasure of her own.

On the other hand, Megan was struggling to take you whole, not even half way in but your tip was already reaching her throat, leaving her no choice but to pump the rest of your dick. Her eyes were watering but she enjoys giving you head.

"You're doing so good baby." Sophia whispers against your ear. "I'm cumming! Oh—Megan—" Your hips jerked up one last time, shooting your load deep in her throat while Sophia whispers sweet nothings against your ear.

"Jesus—" You moaned as Megan sucked your tip one last time before letting go. "Feel good?" Sophia asked before getting off you. "Yeah, you guys' turn." You answered with a smile before Sophia shook her head, causing your smile to drop. "We're in charge."

You groaned as Megan sunk down on your cock slowly, inch by inch. She still hasn't adjusted to your size, neither has Sophia. 9 Inches is a lot to take. You felt how Megan squeezed you to tight, her moans loud against your ear as she adjusted herself on your size. "You're so big." Megan whined.

Sophia was beside you guys, her eyes stuck on where you and Megan was joined, her fingers slowly working inside her. "Yeah, we still can't adjust. You stretch us out so big, baby."

Once the pain of adjusting had subsided, Megan began rolling her hips deliberately. It was painfully slow, "Mommy, please.." You whimpered, your cock throbbing inside her. With that, Megan began moving up and down, her rhythm slowly getting faster. "Oh my god. Oh you're so big." A loud moan emitted from her Sophia as she watched the two of you. Your conscience couldn't take the way Sophia was working on herself, so you took your left hand to replace hers, pumping two fingers inside her easily. "Oh you're so wet, mommy."

"Just for you, baby. The two of you. Yes, fuck!" You doubled your efforts on Sophia as Megan does on your cock. You felt her walls pulsate signaling that she was close. "You feel so good." She whimpers, burying her face on the crook of your neck. "Filling me so good."

Megan's cunt squeezed around you even more, while Sophia was squirming beside you. You felt Megan's teeth sunk in your shoulders before a loud whine came out of her throat. "Fuck! I'm gonna—I'm gonna cum.. oh—" Megan shook on top of you, "Oh yes, you're tightening around me."

"Faster, baby. Please." Sophia moaned, her hand flying to hold your forearm. "Please, please."

"Ah—I-m gonna cum—" You moaned, the movement of your hand slowing down.

"No! No.. not inside I'm not on birth control—"

"Move, Megan." Sophia tells Megan, while the younger removed herself on top of you. You winced at the loss of contact and with being edged before Sophia sank down in one move, both of you moaning at the contact. God she was even tighter as she was on the edge too. Her movements were sloppy, bouncing on your cock as hard as she could, "You're gonna cum for mommy? Hm?" She whispers.

" F-Fuck yes, mommy. Gonna cum inside you." You whispers against ear when you felt her walls strangle your cock, causing you to cum right there and then. The feeling of your cum fill up her wound made Sophia cum at the same time. "Oh yes, you fill me up so good, baby." She murmurs, catching her breath.

The three of you spent the next minute trying to calm down from your high, your cum dripping down your thighs along with Sophia as Megan laid down beside the two of you.

After about 10 minutes, the three of you cleaned up before changing. "Shit." You practically ran outside the closet to look at the clock, seeing 10:51 PM. "Oh fuck. I haven't reviewed yet."

"We'll help you, don't worry. We made flashcards and other things we saw." Sophia emerged from the bathroom with a small smile, followed by Megan.

"Yeah, but I don't think I'll be able to stay up that long." She says with a yawn before jumping on the bed, laying down on your lap. "You look like a puppy." You chuckled as you look down at her. She just shrugged before grabbing your hand, wrapping it around herself. You looked up at Sophia as she walked over to you, "Don't worry, I'm gonna help you, m'kay?"

"Okay, mommy." You teased her, "So mommy code—" Sophia shuts you up with a soft kiss before rolling her eyes as she pulls away, seeing your stupid grin.

"can you keep the robe on like megan?" you asked Sophia as she was walking back to the bathroom. "Why?" She asked, her brows furrowing. "Nothin' you just look so hot."