"Can I change that, baby?"
Pairing: Dana Evan's x patient! reader
Summary: You got into a car accident, not major. Only for Robby to find you in the waiting room, threatening to tell your dad. You caught your eye got caught on a certain nurse, old enough to be your mom. Only for her to be your nurse as well, everything leading to a flirty conversation, eye fucking, and subtle touches. You are being needy like always, to your surprise she was please to help you, taking away all the frustration you've built up.
Content warning: This is my first fic, sorry if it's rough! age gap, mommy kink, brat kink, fingering, mommy issues, praising.
"Wow, look what the cat dragged in."
Dr. Robby exclaimed as he found you in the waiting room scrolling on your phone, you had got into a car accident. Someone rear ended you, but you aren't too injured. You just recently started feeling lower back pains and went to the hospital just to check it out after you got off of work.
You scoffed, Robby has been a family friend since you were in 9th grade. You basically grew up with him around, he was always at the cookouts and family events.
"The last place I wanted to be was here.''
You say, as he stands in front of you like a judging dad.
"Well, you are. so, what happened? You're never here.''
He says, he's worried because you always ignore injuries denying hospital visits, and now your here? You rub you face in frustration, you did not want to be at this hospital especially after working. You are a tattoo artist and did at least 5 clients today. So, you woke up at 7 in the fucking morning, now it's 4pm and you are exhausted.
"Got into a stupid fucking accident, some guy rear ended me yesterday and ran off."
You huffed, so annoyed by the whole situation.
"First of all, language. And why did you not text me or your dad? You think you're so independent all time."
He says, basically interrogating you. You stayed quiet, eyes on your shoes. Your messy converse you had since 12th grade, you remember all of the hikes you did with your friends. And how you would run away from home with them too, only to get at least 30 missed calls from your dad and Robby. You slip your phone in your back pocket of your jeans and then slipped your hands in the pockets of your gray hoodie, you knew you should've texted one of them. But you thought you would be fine without help, like always.
He tilt's his head waiting for your response, but you always shut down so fast. He sighs, knowing he's not going to get much out of you.
"Does your dad at least know your here?"
He asks, your silence answered the question for him. You didn't text your dad after it happened and definitely didn't tell him you're at the hospital. Gosh, you wish you would've just gone to a different hospital, but this one was the closest. You didn't dare look up at him, as he stands at least 3 feet from where you're sitting. You knew he was disappointed, it radiated off of him. He was too much like your dad, its infuriating.
He says, walking away. your eyes darted up watching him, but you quickly got up following him without any words. As your following him you admired the workspace he worked in, you would always hear stories about his hospital (the Pitt). While you were admiring, a certain nurse caught your eye. She has short blond hair that's up in a low bun, she's definitely older, old enough to be your mother. In her dark blue scrubs, sitting so gracefully in her chair at the nurse's station. Gosh why did you have mommy issues? (because your mom was a fuck face).
She caught your stare as you walk by with Robby, your much younger than her. In your early twenties, but you had a dream. Making eye contact, her dark blue eyes meeting yours. You looked away quickly when she caught your stare, face slightly red now, of course she looked over at this exact time.
Her head tilted, a soft low "huh." slipped from her mouth as she studied the back of you, her eyes landing on your ass in those jeans, but you didn't hear her already too far down the hall. She turned to Cassie who is sitting right next to her, on her break scrolling on her phone.
She asked, wondering who you are trailing so innocently behind Robby. She's never seen you around before, and you definitely caught her eye now.
You and Robby reach an empty hospital room down the south wing, he holds the glass door open for you and points to the bed obviously still annoyed by you. You enter the room, sitting on the bed that's in the middle of the small room. He closes the door standing in front of it, looking at you with him arms crossed.
"So, are you going to tell me why you didn't text me or your dad? Or am I going to have to call your dad and tell him your here, because I won't hesitate to do it."
He says, glaring at you with that stupid beard he has. You felt so seen and not in a good way, like he can see right through you. You hated when he did that, remembering him pulling out the truth from you, when you first got high with your friends in 10th grade. Your dad was fuming when Robby told him.
"I don't know, I just... I want the world to be on my side for once, I feel like such a burden."
I quietly say, I felt like the world was so against me. The accident I got into, my mom leaving me and my dad when I was young, falling into a smoking habit when I was in 10th grade, never sober. But luckily, it's been a month already from the last time I smoked, only because my dealer is busy. Gosh I felt like such a fuck up, regarding me being a tattoo artist, with a nice small apartment, and a cat. I had peace, well had. I was so mentally drained.
He sighed, knowing you didn't mean for this to happen. And now he felt like a dick for pressuring you to talk, when all you needed was guidance.
"Look kid, I know you feel like everything is against you. And honestly, that's how I felt when I first started working in this hospital more than 10 years ago. You will grow, and things will get better. Only if you let someone in, your so closed off all the time thinking you don't need any help. And that's not going to get you anywhere."
He rubs his beard, trying to figure out how to at least make you feel better. Because you looking over at him like a kicked cat sitting on the hospital bed, it wasn't helping. He folded.
"Your dad loves you, hell I even love you. We are here to help, only if you let us, and no your never a burden."
He said, this was a big change of words since you first walked into this hospital. He's never been a deep guy, never a man of words. Hearing him tell you these things, it made you realize. Maybe I do need to let people in, not everyone but at least your dad and him. Hopefully it will help, to get some weight off your shoulders. Then you realized the lower back pain, and damn maybe the accident did hurt you.
Robby saw you wince, because he totally forgot why you were in here in the first place. Because he was too busy interrogating you.
"Right, where does it hurt?"
he asks stepping closer now.
Soon enough Robby had said you had a compression fracture on your lower back, so it was more serious that you had thought it was. You brushed it off for a whole day, thinking it was just lower back strain. But you being so stubborn made it worse than it was, so Robby had admitted you as a patient. You had refused, but Robby is more stubborn than you. You finally filled out some paperwork, now laying in the hospital bed playing on your phone. Finally texted your dad what happened, after Robby had told you too.
You waited for the nurse he said he would send in to check your vitals, as he had to do other things in the hospital.
You heard your door open, only to be appointed to the older woman you had just been staring at like she held all the words for your problems. She tilted her head at you, she was rather fond to be your nurse this evening. Little did you know, she volunteered to be your nurse before Robby gave it to someone else.
"Well, ____. I heard you got into an accident. Names dana by the way."
She said, oh... she knew my name? Probably from the paperwork I just filled out, but still. Hearing it come from her lips, with her Pittsburgh accent. What did that accent sound like when you were knuckles deep in her- ____ stop.
"Y-Yeah, rear ended by a dumbass"
I muttered out, I cursed myself for stuttering at the beginning. She caught the stutter but didn't mention it.
"Well, I'm glad the accident wasn't as bad. Not that it wasn't, just can't have this beauty get more hurt, right?"
She says, with a little smile. Stepping closer to you on the bed, setting her clipboard on the slide table. your eyes following her. Gosh she didn't know the things she did to you even though you guys just met. But oh, she knew by that little pink that crossed your cheeks, she could just ruin you.
"Beauty? Your one to talk."
I managed out all of a sudden, her presence had made it so much harder to form sentences. She smelt like vanilla, and the hospital soap.
She raised her eyebrow, I was so blunt. She liked it, I saw her little reaction it just made me more confident.
"I'm going to check some vitals so I can write it down, that alright?"
she asks, pulling out blood pressure monitor. I liked how she asked if it was okay, even though she had too either way.
I say, she flashed me a little smile again. So, caring already. I smile shyly at her.
I take off my gray hoodie, I have a black tank top underneath. Because I just got off of work when I made my way over here. I placed my hoodie on the bed, sitting up straight for her. Her eyes glanced at my cleavage, though I didn't have much breast to look at, she still appreciated.
I heard slip from her lips, the heat between my legs suddenly became hot. I looked at her, she was staring at me with those dark blue eyes, basically eye fucking each other. This woman was something.
She wrapped the blood pleasure monitor around my upper arm, clicking a few buttons on the monitor. It squeezed my arm, and soon it beeped. She nodded, good.
"So _____, where do you work? Got a boyfriend, siblings?"
She asks looking at me for a moment, then unwrapping it around my arm, placing it back. She rubbed my upper arm where the monitor had just squeezed, before she pulled out another item. Gosh her touch? I wonder what those fingers could do to my needy cunt.
I talked to her about my work, how I didn't have a boyfriend, no siblings. And somehow, I started spilling out my emotions, how I felt so exhausted all the time, how I smoked weed to run away from reality, everything came out like spew.
She just continued working, listening to me talk and open up. Wow that was fast, was I that worked up for her? After a while I stopped talking, frustrated about everything so emotional.
"Sounds like you need to get laid, when's the last time someone touched you sweet girl?"
She asked, so blunt. I was literally throbbing, she knew what she was doing to me. But she liked it, when my eyes would widen, my breath hitched, the pink fluttering against my nose and cheeks.
I stuttered, I haven't gotten touched since art school. A lame relationship with my ex girlfriend, she wasn't even good with her fingers. I lied to her and told her I came, but I didn't. I've always master baited though, watching lame lesbian porn to get me off. I've never really cared for relationships, always too busy in my art.
"Use your words, for me."
She encourages, gosh it was so hot. She says tilting her head, looking at me waiting for me.
"Not... In a long time, dana."
I manage out of my lips, looking at her. She looked like she was ready to risk it all, like I was something worth risking. My quiet voice saying her name in such a soft whisper, yeah... She wants to hear that in bed, moaning, screaming, whimpering. So much sexual tension, she hadn't realized how needy she was too.
"Can I change that, baby?"
She whispers, in a hushed voice. Not too loud to startle you, but enough for it to feel like more. Way more.
"Right here? What if someone walks in, what if someone sees us?"
I say, anxious. What if Robby out of all people walk in, what the hell would I tell him? The head nurse knuckles deep in my drenched pussy, me whimpering and squirming like an uncomfortable kitten. Definitely not uncomfortable though, seeing stars? Yeah.
She hushes me before stepping away from the bed, closing the curtains to the glass of the door, and big window that out looks into the hospital.
"Such a nervous brat, huh? Won't let mommy pleasure you without something being wrong."
She exclaims, obviously not in a mean way. More teasing on her side and damn it made me soaked. I just fantasized her finger engulfing my spongy walls, so clenched around her, but it still being easy to ram her fingers in me from how wet I am. The mommy and brat nickname though, my gosh please....
I look at her with big doe eyes as she turns back to me, I can't believe she really looks at me like this. I would've thought maybe it would be one sided, but no she wants this just as much as me.
I whimper in pleasure, suppressing any moans that almost fail to not fall. my black lacey panties pulled to my ankles as well as my jeans. my converse off somewhere on the floor, as she leans over the bed long fingers pounding against my cervix. Her thumb lazily brushing my clit, adding to the pleasure. My hand grips her wrist, just for some stability. Wet noises filling the room, as well as her praises and hospital noises outside the room.
"Yeah, that's it. Take mommy's fingers like a good girl, mhm... so good for her mommy."
She whispers, tipping me over the edge just like I want it.
"mmm...Mommy, I-I'm so close."
I whine out, as she quickens her pace. Rubbing my clit more brutally, trying to make my pleasure come faster.
"Yeah baby? Going to cum for your mommy?"
She says, encouraging my peak. Her words just adding to everything, the knot in my stomach becoming more spontaneous. I couldn't ignore it, my walls clenching around her fingers tighter. She can tell I'm almost there, her other hand going under my tank top cupping my small breast. Squeezing, and pinching on the sensitive bud. I arched my back lightly, everything was so fucking good.
You watch her face as she focused on fucking my guts, her gold cross necklace laying over her chest. Great for the act full sins she committing to me, absolutely plunging my pussy. My mouth falls open as I cover it, suppressing any moans that almost slipped. Very soon I felt the overwhelming pressure in my gut, oh I'm there.
I mutter out, it came out more a whine.
"Yes, please. Cum for me, give it to me baby."
She whines back as she feels herself dripping just from the sight, soon the pleasure floods over me. I came hard on her fingers, my head leaning back against the pillows, while my free hand grips the sheets. I whimper and whine, arching my back. My thighs clenching her arm that's between them, she slows her pace riding out my orgasm.
"Such a good doll, so whiny and pretty for her mommy."
She says, watching my face in such pleasure.
Soon I fell from my high, sweating slightly and obviously flustered. She slowly pulls her fingers from my dripping cunt, placing them in her mouth. Tasting the fluids gushing out of me, I've never been touched like that before. She helped me pull my panties and jeans back on and kissing me gently. Hard difference from how hard she just fucked the shit out of me, but it felt nice.
I cupped her face, tasting me on her tongue. Before she pulled back, caressing my jaw.
"Such a pretty baby, you did so good for me."
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