if morning never comes

Tobi

Tobi's lips pull away from Finn's as she gasps. For any watching, her expression might be read as one of pain given how her lips part, her eyelashes squeeze together, and deep lines from between her brows. Of course, for any who know what it is to be filled and fully satisfied by the presence of another, they would know it isn't pain at all. Moaning as quietly as she can against Finn's lips—Mateo and Ever being just down the hall after all—Tobi lets her head loll to the side where she presses haphazard kisses against the tight muscles of his shoulders.

Having been close before, Tobi knows it will take only the barest of efforts on the part of her fingers to send her over the edge, and despite how novel all of this seemed only moments ago, the desire to prolong it was entirely gone. Slipping her hand down her belly and between her thighs, Tobi begins to finish what she'd made Finn stop.

Feeling delirious with the closeness of her orgasm, Tobi curls her free hand up Finn's back, delighting in his every thrust. Smiling as laughter begins to bloom in the back of her throat, matching the heat between her thighs, the doctor presses the back of her head against the bed, giving in to the flush of pleasure that overtakes her.

Don't make it bad
take a sad song and make it b e t t e r

Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection