I can't sleep and now I'm stuck thinking about how Robby struggles to believe that you want all of him in bed. That you could ever want all of him.
There's days where it's hard enough to convince him that you want to be with him at all, when his self doubts about your age gap, his lifestyle, his looks, or whatever else he tears himself down about get a bit too loud. He doesnt doubt your love, he just struggles to understand why it's aimed at him.
But even those moments dont hold a candle to the way he doubts the way you want him sexually. Theres no way you could ever understand, let alone reciprocrate the way he wants to own you, mark you - crawl under your fucking skin.
So he holds himself back whenever you have sex. His touches are soft, kisses sweet and grip feather light.
Until one day when he gets a little lost in the tight grip of your cunt around him and his hand drifts over your breasts and to your neck and before he can remove it you fuckin moan and clench around him.
His eyes shoot up to your face and when he sees the way your eyes are hazy, mouth hung open in pleasure, all from his hand around your throat - he cant help the way his grip tightens and the way he spits into your open mouth without another thought.
He nearly implodes from the way your pupils dialate.
All inhibitions are lost and he's grabbing you, sucking, kissing, biting, licking. There's fingers around your throat, marks bitten into your skin, your cunt is sore because of the way he pounds himself into you and your mind is hazy from the flithy things he's muttering in your ear.
When he cums its deep inside you with a satisfied groan, looking over your marked up body and something primal settles deeply satisfied in his chest.
: ̗̀➛ pairing: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Inexperienced Female!Reader
: ̗̀➛ summary: Robby wasn’t a small man. That part was obvious. But you’re just so eager and ready to please him- he gets a little too excited.
: ̗̀➛ warnings: 18+ MDNI, choking, gagging, blow job, cum eating, big dick Robby
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Inexperience didn’t turn Robby off. It just meant that he got to share all you first experiences with you. But Robby didn’t understand that you didn’t want to wait to share them- it’s like you had a fucking check list and if you could do it all in one night you would. But he was so- sweet? God Robby was so fucking nice to you. Telling you that you can take your time together, that there was no rush and that he wants your first time to be special for you. Which was so nice and sweet and- you just really fucking wanted his dick in your mouth. It was hard to not think about- every time you were with Robby you ended up thinking about it because he’s spent the last fucking month making sure you were comfortable with him. Kissing and touching him, getting used to being naked around each other- you knew he was big. Sure you didn’t have anything to compare it to but when you touched him your hand was barely able to wrap around him- your fingers and thumb not being able to meet and he was so heavy in your hand and it just made you fucking mouth water every time you thought about it. Because he fucking spends hours a day taking care of people and the ER and then he spends his time making sure you’re taken care of as well and- he deserves a good blow job doesn’t he? He deserves to feel good and you know he likes when you touch him.
And don’t think Robby is a saint. Every second he’s with you he has to remind himself to not force you on your knees and open your pretty mouth for his cock, remind himself to not bend you over and shove himself deep inside your unfucked pussy to make a home there. Every time you wrap your small soft hands around his length he has to stop himself from fucking your fist- he lets you set the pace, he lets you experiment with pressure and speed all while he’s imagining your lips around his cock or fucking your throat until he cums down it. He watches you bite your lip or stick your tongue out in concentration when you jerk him off, imagining your mouth all warm and wet is the only thing that keeps Robby from imagining your pussy- warm and wet and tight.
But tonight you’re laying in bed together, him reading some medical journal while propped up against your pretty ruffled pillows- you between his legs, your head on his chest while you rested your eyes and felt his hand brush his fingers up and down your back while he mumbled along with what he read. He wasn’t even fucking hard but you still felt his fat, heavy cock against you, pressing between you both and calling out like a siren for you to taste. He wasn’t paying attention to what you were doing, too wrapped up in what he was reading and you had been mindlessly kissing his chest a few times or drawing shapes into the hair that covered it- not even when you started kiss lower, down his chest with soft pecks to follow the soft curve of his tummy when you snap the waistband of his boxers once or twice until you see the front of his boxers start to tent.
“What are you doing sweetheart?” Robby doesn’t look away from his reading material, glasses just resting on the bridge of his nose but you both can’t argue that he was absolutely hard now- his face red and giving away his feelings immediately. You try not to mumble, your own face heating up when you rest your head on the soft swell of his belly- still toying with his waistband when you ask him yet again if you could suck him off. You felt his cock twitch when you ask, feel him stiffen and he clears his throat to look down at you from behind his glasses and give you the same speech he’s given before. He doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s big. You’ve never done it before. All the same excuses and frankly you were sick of him brushing you off- you could absolutely handle him. You could give him amazing head even if he let you try. So you beg.
“Please baby, I’ll be good,” you pout a little, palm just resting atop of his length as you run your thumb up and down to entice him a bit. “You can teach me.” With a soft tongue you run the wetness along the waistband of his boxers, nipping at his tummy for a second even. “You know you want me to Robby,” of course he fucking wants you to. He’s sick and perverted and absolutely fucking wants to shove his cock down his girlfriend’s throat. So he doesn’t say no, not when you start to mouth his hardened length over his boxers, covering your teeth with your lips so you don’t hurt him- moaning with each drag of your tongue against him. Even underneath the fabric he’s just so- big. The head of his cock leaking and staining the front of his boxers- letting you taste the salty spend that collected, moaning because he tastes better than you expected.
You couldn’t wait anymore, too eager to finally have Robby in your mouth so you tug down his boxers and whine- his cock was hard but it still rested against his thigh, too fucking fat and heavy to even stand up against the sheer weight of it. Of course you were fucking nervous, swallowing down the anxiety- your face on fire from the heat rising in your cheeks because you’re finally fucking getting to do this. Timid and with a shaky breath you press your tongue against the slit, laving at the taste before swirling around the head of him- his deep groans leave you wet, your pussy clenching and he’s beet red because all you’ve done is lick the tip. But you get hungry- greed in your eyes and maybe a little too enthusiastic because the sounds from Robby go straight to your head and pussy, looking at him through your lashes and see his head thrown back, fisting your sheets to keep himself calm but your mouth was perfect. So you bob your head, go down as far as you can which ends up only being halfway before your pull back up for a breath- coughing and gagging the entire way, embarrassed even because you’re sure you look a fucking mess.
“Go slow sweetheart,” sitting up to make sure you understand him, cupping your cheek and thinking about how fucking perfect and beautiful you look right now. Your eyes wet and glassy, drool in the corner of your mouth mixed with his milky precum, “No rush, okay baby?” Deep brown eyes gaping into yours, wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb to help clean up your face even though he loves this look on you. Cock drunk, eager and needy to just swallow him. “Start at tip,” instructing you with the same voice he uses with his interns, gentle and slow with a sigh. You take his instructions so well, rounding the head of his cock with your tongue- moaning, closing your eyes even from the taste. You know your jaw will hurt later- you feel an ache already as you wrap your lips around just the tip, taking a few breaths before you hollow your cheeks to suck the leaking spend from the slit.
“Good girl, like that,” you keep the head of him in your warm wet mouth while licking the tip- grabbing at the base of his cock with one hand while the other slides down to cradle him. He didn’t expect your soft hands, bucking his hips up into your mouth, unintentionally making you gag again. “Fuck. Sorry sweetheart, feels so fucking good,” brushing the hair back from your face, tucking behind your ear with a soft smile. You take a break, leaning up on your knees to press your lips to his- Robby groans, sliding his tongue with yours while your hands slowly stroke up and down the length of him.
“Look at me, can you take a little more?” He breaks the kiss. His voice deeper, fucking struggling to not cum too fast when you eagerly nod- you want him to feel good. You love his pretty groans, the way his strong chest rises with his breaths because you make eye contact while lowering back down to his cock. Mouth wide, saliva dripping around the corners of your mouth as you take more of his cock- you panic a bit, feeling Robby’s tip nudge the back of your throat and the urge to gag bubbles up but you push past it. Squeezing your eyes tight you continue to shove more of his dick in your mouth until you reach the base- a whole fucking messy ordeal, drool mixed with his precum dripping down from your mouth to his ball and Robby can’t fucking look away. Slowly you start to pull back, cock sliding back and forth between your stretched lips- bobbing your head up and down with as much of him as you can take. He wants to remember how gorgeous you fucking look, eyes bloodshot, a teary mess, your cheeks splotched with dried tears and your hair wild with a mouth full of his cock. He makes sure you know, he tells you how fucking proud of you his- how you’re so eager to make him feel good that you nearly choke to take his dick.
“Just like that angel,” reminding you how pretty you fucking look like this- how he should keep your mouth full of cock more often, his large hand moving to the top of your head to rest while you continue sliding his heavy length between your tongue and throat. You were dying- breathing difficult and nails digging into his thick meaty thighs for relief so you don’t gag again as you push past the discomfort when your nose pressed against the soft swell of his tummy. You were doing so fucking good- palming his balls while you swallow as much of his cock as you could and Robby needed to cum down your pretty throat. You feel his fist tighten in your hair- shaking slightly before shoving your head down with a deep groan that makes your pussy clench and weep.
“Take it like a good girl okay sweetheart?” His voice was rough, deep and nearly pained as he asked to basically let him use your mouth- guiding you up and down his length with the grip he had in your hair while simultaneously thrusting his cock up into your open mouth. All you do is take it, bracing yourself on his thighs with nails leaving angry red indents in the flesh- whining when you get a breath, trying to keep your mouth open but each time he pulls his cock back he just shoves more between your pretty lips. Robby cums, a loud groan ripping through him before holding you against his body to spill his load down your throat. “Swallow it all.” It was a command this time- between heavy panting and clearing his throat while he pulls you off his cock. “Show me,” you open your mouth, trembling but you want to make him proud- even though you’re sure you blacked out at some point.
“That’s my pretty girl, come here sweetheart,” pulling you into his lap with ease- he’s the one that came but you feel boneless and light while he presses his lips against yours. His hand firmly on your jaw as he strokes his thumb back and forth along your skin, tasting himself on your tongue and the flavor has Robby growing hard under you again.
spacespacespacespac𓈒 ⟡ ₊ ⋆ ∘ somewhere in NEW ORLEANS, there's a young man. he's EARTH SHATTERING and completely YOURS... thinks he know's EVERYTHING and will drop the same for ANYONE who needs it... DESPISES you at first... then LOVES you later... but can't admit it until it's almost TOO LATE
𓏻 WHEN THE SWITCH COMES, SO DO THE DESIRES – tbd 𓏻
𓏻 AND EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE NOT DATING, – tbd 𓏻
𓏻 HE HAS TO PROVE HIMSELF – tbd 𓏻
➺ IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS ; making bets (+18) / after the bar (+18) / cocky until he's not (+18) / how he comes (+18)
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ how many times can he fuck you without the words i love you slipping out? how many times will he ask you the same questions he refuses to answer? how long before someone else snatches your heart from his hands, and uses it to crush his own? ⋆｡˚✴︎⋆
spacespacespacespacespacespacespace AND NEXT UP IS... ❛ 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑶 ❜
𓂃۶ৎ WHILE READING think about the smell of the air before it rains, floppy locks of brunette, hands as cold as ice, sharing a cigarette at midnight, the brownest eyes you've ever seen, crying over notes you can't read, kissing someone to feel something, matching scrubs, boyish smiles, creaking beds of rumpled covers, being jealous when you shouldn't, study sessions that end in accidental naps, soft sweaters, bonding over sausage gumbo at hole-in-the-wall restaurants, and spending stormy nights hiding from the thunder.
...AND LISTEN TO let's do it again by the staple singers, sweet wanomi by bill withers, monday morning by fleetwood mac, and so real jeff buckley 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪
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you've been enamored with dr. walsh since you started working at the pitt. one day, she praises you, and you can't find the will to not get off in the bathroom. she hears you, and invites you to her apartment.
wc: 3.2k
cw: MDNI!!!!!! praise, sub!reader, dom!Walsh, semi-public masturbation, reader masturbates to Walsh, mean-ish Walsh, oral (r!giving), fingering (r!giving & receiving), nipple sucking, humiliation maybe? a little?, bad medical jargon, i literally do not know a single thing, sorry!!
The crush you had on Dr. Walsh was not something you would ever admit to anyone— ever. It was humiliating to find her attractive when all she did was boss you around. She had awoken something in you that was borderline feral. And you hated it. Of course, you knew you liked women, but this was something different. Everytime she was in the room, you felt like you were going to lose your mind. Her snarky comments, her hands on her hips, it all drove you mad. The way she talked back to everyone like it was nothing, like they were too dumb to see what she could, even though that wasn’t true. It made your brain fuzzy.
You’re dealing with a broken leg when she walks in, nothing serious. They put you on the case alone. The patient is knocked out cold, so you’re able to do your examinations without fuss.
“What’ve we got?” Emery asks, putting on a pair of gloves.
“Um, young female, twenties. She was drinking and got on a table to dance and fell. It looks to be broken in three places and a snapped ACL. She’ll need a workup. Maybe a transplant.” you don’t make eye contact.
The monitor beeps loudly after your statement, sending you and Emery flying into action.
“Fuck, her heart rate is slowing. You said she was stable.”
“She was, two seconds ago, she was when she came in. I don’t understand.”
She shakes her head and you feel dead dumb. Like you should be laying on the table being assessed for brain injuries. “Did you even assess her chest?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Tell me what it could be.” Emery’s voice quips up at the end of her statement, like you already should've been telling her what was happening.
“Um, maybe it’s the alcohol! Maybe it’s slowing from drinking too much. Blood loss. Uh—”
“What medications is she on?”
“I don’t know, she was out cold when she came in. It could be a drug, we’re still waiting on her tox screen.”
You don’t know why another attending hasn’t come in. Shen must be busy with another code. The nurses are flying around the room, but all you can focus on is the woman in front of you.
“Um, what if it’s sleep apnea? Nothing wrong with the patient, but she’s been passed out for a while. If she doesn’t have her machine, and she was drinking, it could make it worse. Maybe she just needs to wake up. She might not even know it happens.”
“Good.” Is all Dr. Walsh says, and you can’t stop the smile that spreads onto your face.
“Push atropine, one milligram, it’ll help speed up the heart.” you say, proud of yourself for catching it.
The medicine works, the patient’s heart speeds back up.
“Alright, I’ll take her up to ortho.” Emery says, “You know, I think you’re my favorite emergency resident. You always do what I ask.”
You feel like you just got hit by a truck. You’re sure if they were to hook you up to a heart monitor, the beeping would be so fast they would need to sedate you. She doesn’t even look like it phased her. Just like it was another day. Even though she wasn't an ED specialist, you wanted her approval more than anyone else’s. She was so cool, so smooth. She knew what she had to do, always. She worked like her hands had a brain of their own. She didn’t even have to think before doing a procedure. You couldn’t count the times you had imagined her in your bed. You would go home from your shifts, so frustrated— so needy.
For her.
You would walk into your apartment and immediately get into bed, grabbing the small bullet vibrator from your dresser. It was borderline unethical. Every night, you’d see her, and assess cases, and every morning, you would rush into your apartment, replay the moments you saw her, and cum with her name on your lips.
But, she didn’t need to know that. No one did. It was better to stay a crush. Emery almost existed entirely in your mind. She buzzed on your brain all day long. You even started to look nicer at work, maybe throwing on a little makeup when you knew you’d work a shift with her. You tried to study up on surgical procedures to impress her. But, it might be all for nothing. She was so strict with everything, making a move was probably for nothing. And to be honest, she was far too intimidating for you to do so.
Tonight though, you couldn’t wait to get home. After your broken leg patient was stable. You excused yourself to the bathroom. Luckily, it was a single stall. You pressed your back against the door and sighed, you pushed your hair back, cleaning it off your forehead. You washed your hands, and then got to work.
Your hand slowly sneaked down your underwear, and you were already wet. The praise from her went straight from her mouth to your cunt. It was like you were pavloved. And it was all your fault. Spending the end of every shift masturbating to her has caused a reaction in your brain when you actually see her. And her voice, God, her fucking voice. It was like she owned you. Like you were already her’s. You stood at attention when she spoke. It was different then listening to your boss. It was like listening to a God. Like you needed to worship her. You sharpen your ears when she starts speaking, like if you miss anything, you’ll be sent to hell.
But tonight, you were her favorite. Her favorite, out of everyone. She liked you; she said it. And that was enough to get you going. It felt like you hadn’t come in six years when your hand reaches into your pants. She had you pent up from one sentence. You focus on her voice, so calm and steady. So conniving, so sarcastic. She was a know-it-all in the best of ways. Because she was usually right. She followed the rule book, she didn’t like when people broke it. She especially didn’t like when people didn’t listen to her.
But you wanted to listen. You wanted to be good for her. You wanted to let her do whatever she wanted to you, and take it. You wanted to continue being her favorite. You wanted her to praise you again. You wanted to be hers. You felt like you already were.
Your back is pressed against the door, and you can’t help the small noises that come out of your mouth when you come, and you don’t stop her name from tumbling off your lips. You know it’s risky, but your body has gotten so used to it, you can’t fight it off. You come with a shiver. You take a moment to regain your breath before washing your hands. You try to fix your hair as best as possible. But you can’t hide the fucked out look in your eyes.
The collected version of you is ruined when you open the door and see Emery not even a foot away from the door, with a small smirk on her face.
You don’t even say anything. You don’t smile. You can’t even break the intense eye contact she’s holding. You feel small– you feel stupid.
“I’ll see you when the shift is over.” is what she says, below a whisper, so only you can hear it.
You check the clock, an hour left. Sixty minutes of terrified torture at the hands of Emery Walsh. Doctors were supposed to heal, surgeons were supposed to fix. But you felt like she had broken you apart.
You spent the rest of the shift reeling, scared out of your mind. You tried to focus on charting, because you didn’t know how you were supposed to speak to anyone after she had heard you. Shen lets you get away with it because a dayshift doctor came in early, so you’re able to get all your work done.
When it hits 7 A.M., Emery is right downstairs with you. She meets you by the lockers while you’re gathering your stuff.
“We’re gonna go to my place.” she walks away before you can answer.
Obviously, you follow. You didn't know whether it was curiosity, or the need to follow her orders. The walk was silent. You held your hands together in front of you, twisting your fingers together from anxiety. You still felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest.
Emery didn’t live far from work, much like most of the doctors. Her apartment had dark blue walls, marble countertops, a nice black couch with a long sectional. It was spotless, of course. Everything was in order. As if on cue, she toyed with a vase of flowers, moving it slightly to the right so that they faced the sun more.
You shift on your feet, waiting for her to speak. But she doesn’t, just stares.
She wants you to say it, to tell her what she heard. “I’m so sorry if what you heard was, um, uncomfortable. It was completely out of line to do something like that at work. And it won’t happen again.”
“Do you think I would bring you back here if I was uncomfortable?”
“I don’t know,” you mumble, suddenly looking away from her.
“What was it that did it for you? That was so enticing that you had to go masturbate in the bathroom." The vulgarness of her words makes you cringe. Even though that is what you were doing, hearing her say it was another story.
“I’m really sorry, Dr. Walsh. I don’t think this is a good idea.” you want to bury yourself in a hole.
“But, we’re here now. So, tell me.”
You still want to impress her— you still need to feel her praise. Deciding it’s better if you sit for this, you go and take a seat on her couch. “You said I was your favorite.”
She nods, like she already knows. Like she can smell it on you. The need for praise radiates from your chest. You breathe heavy, like you just ran a mile.
“I mean, I knew you were desperate, but c’mon. In the bathroom?”
You don’t say anything back, you hate that her words still send a wave of arousal through you.
She steps over to the couch; squats down in front of you so you’re forced to meet her eyes. “If you wanted me to fuck you, you should’ve just said so.”
She stands and you follow her head up. She still has that smirk on her face, the one that never seems to leave. It’s like she finds everything entertaining. She crawls on top of you on the couch, you adjust your body so that you can both lay flat.
She's quick to kiss you. It still takes you a while to kiss back, she goes slow. Emery moves with precision, gives you time to warm up to her on top of you. It’s like she’s slowly pushing in morphine, like the pain killing drug is her lips. Emery’s tongue swipes your bottom lip, asking for permission.
You open your mouth a little wider, giving her the access she wants. She slowly grinds her hips down into yours and your eyes roll back. She moves down to your neck and sucks, hard. You realize it’ll leave a mark, but you don’t know if you care. She’s like a vampire, feasting on you. She doesn’t ask what you want, she just knows. It feels nice to give up control. To not think– just react.
You make a small noise when she sucks the spot behind your ear. You feel gross and dirty from your shift. Never in your wildest dreams would sex with Walsh be like this. What you imagined was a nice dinner out, maybe a drink at a bar after. But this was raw, and more real. This showed you that she was pent up too, that she didn’t want to wait.
She pulled herself off of your neck, “Wanna show me how good you can be?”
You nodded before her words even registered in your head.
She got up and so did you, both stripping quickly. She lays down flat on the sectional, spreading her legs. You feel hungry– you feel like you have something to prove.
You climb on top of her, but she’s still in charge. You start at her chest, sucking gently at her nipples, tugging them lightly. She has a hand cradling the back of your head to stabilize you. She lets out a soft hum and you shiver; excited to make her feel good. You trail down her stomach, peppering soft kisses as you go. She smells clean still, somehow. Not musky, not like she had been doing surgeries all day long. She smells like antibacterial soap. Like hand sanitizer. Clean, surgical– a faint floral smell, like the get well soon flowers her patients received rubbed on her.
You come face to face with her heat, and you can’t help but peer up at her, waiting for permission, “I’ve had a long day, please don’t waste my time.” her hand is still on the back of your head, anchoring you to Earth.
Her words are all you need before you dive in. You’re nervous, even though you’ve done this before. But this was different, Emery was different. You had always wanted to do a good job with your partners, but you wanted to impress Emery. You needed to, you needed to show her how well you could do.
“Good, yeah, that’s it.” she says as you lap at her.
It doesn’t even sound strained, it sounds like she’s coaching you through a procedure. She doesn’t moan, just lets out a small huff of air, a soft grunt here and there when you hit her clit just right.
You tease a finger at her entrance, looking up at her again. She gives a stiff nod and a hum, telling you to go ahead. The dominance that leaks off of her is intoxicating. You feel like you took a hit of a blunt. She takes down her hair and shakes it out, still looking down at you. Her movements seem like they’re in slow motion. This is worship, you realize. But Dr. Walsh has granted you access to Heaven instead of Hell.
You recognize she’s getting close by the way her brows furrow. The noises get more common and you work harder, making sure your pace doesn’t falter, even though you’re getting tired. She makes you feel woozy, you are intoxicated off of her pussy. She tastes so sweet, you can’t get enough.
She cums without warning, like she doesn’t even realize it’s happening until it is. You work her through it, lapping up all that she gives you. Emery finally moans, a long strained out moan, and you feel pride swell in your chest.
She pants as she comes down, “Well, I think you deserve something in return.” she uses her pointer and middle finger to signal you to come on top of the couch with her.
She settles you on her lap, and swipes the same two fingers through your folds. “Didn’t know eating me out would get you so wet.” she looks like she wants to laugh, it makes your face go hot. You feel like a horny teenager, like the second she puts her hands on you you’re gonna come.
She lines the two fingers up before thrusting them in quickly. Your brows furrow, her’s shoot up. Her mouth is slightly open. She still has that fucking smirk, her teasing look makes you clench around her fingers. Your premonition is correct, you feel a knot in your stomach before you can stop it, and she doesn’t slow. Her hands do know what to do. They know which spots to hit, where to go to send you reeling. You throw your head back and a loud moan comes out without your permission.
“God, you are a pretty thing, aren’t you?” her voice makes you whine, you’ve spent so long imagining her talking to you like this. “You’ve always caught my eye, I could tell you wanted to be bossed around a little. Or, maybe a lot.”
“Please,” you mumble.
“Please, what?”
“Keep talking, let me come, I don’t know. Just please don’t stop.”
She huffs out a laugh. “I can tell I turn your brain to mush when you see me, you get this look in your eyes that you don’t get for anyone else. It’s cute, it made me want to take you. I never would’ve done it in the bathroom at work, though.”
You look out the window instead of at her, embarrassed by your own neediness, “But hearing you moan my name, damn. There’s nothing else like it.”
That’s what does it for you, the knot in your stomach unravels. It feels so good it brings a tear to your eye. You can’t stop making small noises, overstimulated from her fingers still being inside you.
She pulls them out gently, the most gentle she’s been all day. Emery lets you fall into her, you put your head in the crook of her neck and she runs her hand over the back of your skull again. She shushes you when she gets up, but you realize she’s just grabbing your water bottle you brought with you, she slowly brings it to your lips, urging you to take a sip.
She doesn’t talk much as she starts the shower and leads you both to it. She shows more than she tells. She knows this is a time to be gentle, and she knows that her snark knows no bounds. She doesn’t want to say something offhand. She needs to be soft, and her mouth is the opposite. But she wants you to know she cares. She washes your body for you, and you do the same for her. Scrubbing her back with a small rag. The hot water feels relaxing, and you suddenly realize how tired you are.
Once you get out of the shower, you rub your eyes and yawn, “C’mere,” Emery whispers.
You follow her lead still. She takes you into her bedroom. She has beige walls, medical books on her dresser. Her comforter is soft. It’s sage green, and fluffy, slightly cold from being unused. She slips one of her old t-shirts over your head, and you both crawl into bed. She lays on her back, you crawl onto her chest. It’s the most peaceful you’ve felt in a long time.
The memories of the day replay in your head, and you become embarrassed.
“What’s up?” She asks, reading you. Her voice is thick with fatigue, and you feel bad for keeping her up.
“I just still feel embarrassed you heard me.”
She hums, “Well, if I hadn’t heard you, we wouldn’t be here. It’s fine, I know I’m hard to resist.”
You giggle at the cocky words.
“Get some sleep, we’ll talk when we wake up.” she says.
You let yourself fall into a slumber, cuddled up against her. Dealing with it in the morning sounds like a good plan to you.
Med student Robby not only whines when he finishes… he’s twitching so hard you’re almost concerned
MED STUDENT!ROBBY MASTERLIST
he doesn't hear you ask if he's alright. he can't think or breathe or remember is own name. all the man can do is tremble so hard that the bed shakes along with him and spurt rope after rope against your walls.
a messy ring of cream gathers at the base of his cock, his hands digging into your hips as he snaps his waist upwards, burying his cock into you with unintelligible whines.
"fu... oh, god–ngh–yeah. fuckin' milk me."
robby groans out the desperate demand, quivering with thick gasps. smushing his nose into the side of your face to inhale while his tongue dances to lick at your jaw. he's sweaty and panting, reaching back to grab at your ass like it belongs to him with nails digging into the flesh as he fills you.
his mind is long gone. lost in a haze of needing to fuck himself stupid and using your hole to do it. floating in a place where only you and he exist, robby doesn't return until you're tapping the side of his face.
when he blinks, his vision is only halfway focused. just barely able to see that you're saying something to him, and, still, he can only hear he blood rushing through his ears. robby watches you, heaving and disoriented like he's been drinking, forehead damp and shining.
he takes almost too long to come back to the senses you stole with your clenching entrance and–as he puts it–stupidly gorgeous face.
Pairing: Dean x Reader / Eventual Cas x Reader / No Destiel
Rating: 18+ Only!!
Tags: Voyeurism, Smut, Fingering (Female Receiving), Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Squirting, Finger Sucking, Masturbation, Unprotected Sex, Use of Grace, A little bit of a Threesome (NO DESTIEL in this one), Some Fluff at the end, and I think that’s it.
Word Count: 2,966
Beta: @winecatsandpizza
A/N: This is a repost from my old Tumblr blog, I hope you enjoy it!
Reblog Divider by: @cafekitsune
Dean couldn’t keep Y/N quiet. Her pleasure-filled screams echoed through the halls of the bunker as he flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit, two of his skilled fingers curling inside her searching out her sweet spot. He was just glad that they were alone and didn’t have any close neighbors because he was sure the cops would have been called by now. Edging was one of his favorite things to do to her. Dean loved seeing her beg. He always thought she begged pretty.
“Oh God, please… Dean, please! Need to cum…”
Dean knew she was close. The way her needy moans became pants as her walls started to tighten around his thick digits, it was his key to stop. He pulled out of her, chuckling at her low whimper.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sweetheart, I didn’t give you permission yet. You gotta be a good girl. Only good girls get what they want. Think you can do that for me?”
Y/N’s chest was heaving, and she swore the moment anything touched her throbbing clit she’d explode, but Dean always knew what she needed. Especially when she was in a submissive state like this. She felt Dean’s calloused hands slide slowly up her sides, goosebumps rising in their wake. His lips sucked at the pulse point just below her ear sending a shiver down her spine.
“D-Dean…”
His lips ghosted along the skin of her throat ever so lightly. It was getting hard for him to hold back himself, so he could only imagine how she was feeling. His fingers found her slick folds once again, her walls fluttering around nothing before he slid one into her. The action wasn’t anything near what she needed, but it was better than him not touching her at all.
Y/N began to raise her hips to meet the lazy thrust of his finger. All she needed was a little bit more, just a little more, and she’d be soaring into pure bliss. Dean’s sound of disapproval brought her back to reality, and she almost sobbed when he pulled out of her.
“Ah, Ah, Ah. Didn’t say you could move, darlin’.”
“Fuck, please… please Dean. I-I need it.”
Just as Dean was about to give in and grant the release they both needed, a flutter of wings sounded in the corner of the room. Y/N scrambled up the bed, covering herself with the sheet just as Dean threw his black t-shirt on and grabbed his pistol off the nightstand.
“Y/N? Is everything alright? I heard you calling for De-”
The familiar figure of Castiel stood clad in his usual attire looking halfway between confused and embarrassed as he took in the scene before him. His head tilted slightly before he spoke again, his attention fixed on Dean curiously.
“Dean, was it you that was causing Y/N to cry out in distress?”
Y/N watched as Dean put his hands on his hips, rolling his eyes.
“Dammit, Cas … Y/N wasn’t distressed. She was enjoyin’ herself.”
Cas’ eyes narrowed to thin slits finally realizing that they were completely naked save for Dean’s tee. He walked forward slightly, picking up Dean’s boxers for a moment before dropping them back onto the pile of clothes on the floor.
“Oh, I understand now Dean. This is how humans participate in the act of intercourse. My apologies for interrupting.”
Y/N watched as Cas awkwardly shifted his weight from one foot to the other before looking at Dean expectantly.
“Cas? You okay, buddy? I was kinda hoping to get back to uh … well, ya know …”
Cas’ blue eyes wandered over their bare skin slowly, and Y/N didn’t miss the hint of redness that tinted his cheeks.
“Dean? I would very much like to learn how to make Y/N enjoy herself as you did. Can you teach me?”
Y/N’s gaze darted to Dean’s as he looked at her, the silent question was understood and she nodded slightly. A moment later, Dean stood from his spot at the foot of the bed and walked slowly towards his angel friend. Cas looked at him curiously as the fabric of his signature blue tie slid through the hunter’s thumb and index finger.
“Well, first things first Cas, you’re wearing too many clothes.”
He looked crestfallen at Dean, grasping the lapel of his trench coat lovingly.
“I like my clothing Dean. I don’t see why it would matter if I took all of it off or not.”
Y/N held back a laugh, shaking her head as Dean scrubbed a hand across his face.
“Cas, buddy, you gotta be naked. It’s uhh … it’s easier to …”
He sighed heavily, the annoyance thick in his tone.
“Trust me on this, Cas. Okay? It’ll make Y/N happy.”
Moments later, the ever-so-powerful angel of the Lord stood there in nothing but his white boxers. Y/N hadn’t realized just how muscular he was underneath all the layers of clothing he normally wore. His biceps were notably distinguished, his chest looked firm, and his deeply defined Adonis belt was deliciously inviting.
“I still don’t see how my lack of clothing would make Y/N feel pleasure, Dean.”
Just as Dean let out another exasperated sigh, Y/N patted the bed welcomingly and scooted over.
“C’mere Cas, let me show you what Dean’s talkin’ about.”
The angel stole a hesitant glance at Dean, watching him nod towards the bed. Cas swallowed thickly and made his way over to where Y/N laid invitingly.
Cas watched as her delicate hand patted the thin fitted sheet. Her fingers sliding over the fabric made his pulse quicken. It wasn’t until Dean sat on the end of the bed that he came to his senses.
“Go on, Cas. You have to feel how smooth her skin is. Y/N’s got the prettiest skin doesn’t she?”
It’s true that Cas always admired how beautifully smooth it looked. He just didn’t think he would ever get this opportunity. Celestial beings weren’t supposed to participate in acts like this. Sexual desires rarely crossed his mind, mainly because it was wired into his genetic code to serve God.
Ever so slowly he extended his hand, allowing it to come to rest on Y/N’s bare hip. Not only was her skin soft, but this simple touch seemed to electrify his body. The celestial energy within him made everything more heightened. An instinct he never thought he would’ve possessed took over.
Y/N returned the gesture by stroking her fingertips along the side of his cheek. She watched as Cas closed his eyes, the initial contact making him shiver. He’d never been touched so intimately before. The sensations from it alone caused his breath to hitch, and she hadn’t even got him completely naked yet. He hadn’t even noticed Dean move to the chair in the corner until his gruff voice broke the silence in the room, egging him on.
“Yeah, buddy that’s it. Kiss her next. See if you can find the spot on her neck that drives her absolutely wild.”
Y/ N’s gaze flitted from the angel’s slightly parted lips to his cerulean eyes. It made desire begin to pool in her abdomen seeing him like this. She’d always had feelings for Cas, but it never seemed possible that she would be able to explore those desires. His mouth descended onto her neck, kissing and sucking at her soft skin.
Y/N’s back arched into his toned chest at its own accord, his lips continuing their journey south. His ocean-colored eyes looked up through his thick lashes at her reaction to his kisses. It never occurred to him how such a small gesture could have such an effect on someone. He wanted more, needed to see Y/N come completely apart for him.
Cas marveled at her beautiful figure laid out before him. Beads of sweat collected in the valley between her breasts, her chest rising and falling as she looked down at him with want. He gracefully kissed his way back up to her bowtie lips, capturing them in a passionate caress. His tongue danced with hers expertly, the thickening of his cock evident against her upper thigh.
The moment his lips left hers a needy whine fell from her lips. Y/N looked over at Dean and felt her walls clench again. Seeing him fully naked again with his cock in his hand, hard and leaking, drove her absolutely wild. Her body began to shake again, her hands fisting the sheets.
“P-Please… I… I can’t… I need…”
Dean chuckled as Cas looked over at him with slight confusion etched in his features. He bit his lip, nodding at the angel to keep going as he slowly increased the speed of his hand on his cock.
“Dean, did I do something wrong? Y/N seems to be in distress again.”
A low moan fell from the elder Winchester’s lips. It was getting harder to focus on being a teacher when he was getting the hottest live show he’d ever seen. Eventually, he shook his head and tried desperately to form a coherent sentence.
“Nah buddy, I bet her pussy’s soaked. Just look at the way she’s breathin’. You see the way her eyes roll back in her head just from your hands and mouth touching her? That’s just the tip of the iceberg, Cas. You really wanna hear Y/N lose it, then you gotta find her sweet spot.”
Dean stood up and joined his angelic friend on the bed, carefully spreading Y/N’s legs. He showed Cas his middle and ring fingers for a moment before dipping them into the slick folds of her sex. Cas didn’t miss how her back arched off the bed or the way she whimpered. Dean didn’t keep them inside her long though. This wasn’t his show anymore, but he wasn’t upset. If he was honest with himself, teaching turned him on more than he thought it would.
“You see that? Now you try…”
Cas slid his left hand up Y/N’s thigh, his fingertips ghosting over the goosebumps on her skin. He didn’t miss how she sucked in a breath the moment his fingers grazed her folds. Dean was right, she was very wet. Ever so slowly, he began to smooth them up and down, his cock throbbing in his boxers every time a new plea fell from her mouth.
“Is this her sweet spot, Dean?”
His hand never faltered as his blue eyes met Dean’s lust-blown ones. The hunter shook his head and bit his lip, his voice thick with arousal as he spoke.
“Not quite, Cas. I’ll help you find it though. Those two fingers you’re touchin’ her with? Push them inside her. Then, I want you to curl them upwards.”
Cas did as he was told, and the moment he curled his fingers the prettiest moan he’d ever heard filled the room like a prayer.
“Oh, Cas!... M-More… please!”
Cas didn’t have to be told twice. Virgin or not, he could tell he’d found the spot that drove her crazy. He began to rub his fingers along the spot inside her, his other hand rubbing his own arousal through his boxers to gain some relief. Dean praised him, egging him on as he used his thumb to draw circles around her clit.
“That’s it, Cas. Fuck... keep moving your hand like that, and she’ll cum in no time. You think we should let her? You wanna see her squirt? She taste’s like Heaven.”
Cas wasn’t sure what Dean meant by that, but he loved the way Y/N’s walls squeezed around his fingers. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out, a little faster each time. His eyes went wide as he watched Dean lowered his mouth towards where his hand was.
“I’m about to show you another spot, Cas. This one’s called her clit. Y/N’s about to become putty in our hands. Ready, buddy?”
Cas nodded, licking his lips as Dean closed his mouth over Y/N. Almost instantaneously he felt her walls clamp around his fingers. He couldn’t believe he’d never experienced anything like this before. Why would his Father keep something this pleasurable hidden from his brothers and sisters for so long? A few seconds later, Cas felt something wet gush over his vessel’s hand.
“Oh, fuck! C-Cas…. Dean I… I’m gonna… Right there!... OH, FUCK!!”
Dean sat back on his heels, his chin glistening with Y/N’s juices. A smirk formed on his lips before he gestured to where Cas’ hand was.
“Good job, buddy. You know, for an angel you’re not too bad at this. Taste her, Cas. Then, I wanna see you fuck her.”
Cas did as instructed and slowly removed his fingers from Y/N’s heat. He curiously observed the way they glistened with her wetness for a moment before sucking them between his lips. His eyes fluttered closed as he tasted her. Dean was right, she was delicious and he needed more. Before he could stop himself, he settled between her quivering legs. His instincts took over and soon he was devouring her like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
“Sh-Shit! CAS!! Ohholyshityes… yes… YES!” So good… Oh, you’re so good! AH!”
Dean’s jaw went slack as he watched the scene play out before him. His cock jerked in his hand, and he began to jerk himself faster. The coil of his arousal tightening with each passing moment he watched Cas work Y/N over.
“Jesus, Cas… Look at you, making her a complete mess with your mouth. Fuck… yeah, make her sweet pussy cum again… C’mon, buddy… you can do it. Make her scream…”
His words gave him the fuel he needed. He closed his mouth over the same spot Dean had before and sucked. He could quickly tell that she was sensitive, so as if on queue he used his grace to hold Y/N in place while he moved his tongue in circles across her bundle of nerves.
He released her clit and sat up next to where Dean was standing. His pupils fully engulfing the blue of his eyes. His cock was painfully hard in the confines of his boxers, so he took a moment to remove them.
“Cas, I think she’s ready for you. God, I can’t wait to see you fuck her and watch her cum with you buried inside her.”
Cas had never had something so filthy be spoken to him, but it unlocked something inside him. Something primal that needed to be sated, and it was something only Y/N could provide him. He positioned himself between her legs and pushed inside her, not stopping until his hips met hers. He heard her cry out and stopped, his eyes looking down into hers as he waited for her to adjust to him.
“Please… please, Cas… fuck me…”
The moment the words left her lips, he gave in and began a punishing pace. Dean marveled at the way Y/N looked from this angle. He knew he wasn’t going to last like this. Seeing his best friend fuck the girl he loved senselessly would be his undoing.
He stood there fucking himself into his hand while the most obscene noises filled his ears. It all became too much, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the stream of Enochian coming from Castiel, and the sound of Y/N begging for him to cum sent him over the edge. Thick ropes of his release coated her chest and neck as he gripped the headboard for support.
“Mmm, fuck Cas… Yeah, buddy… fuck her just like that… She feels amazing, doesn’t she? That tight pussy squeezing your cock like a vice. She’s close, I can tell.”
He leaned down close to her ear and flicked his tongue over her earlobe.
“You like when Cas fucks you, sweetheart? His cock feels good splitting you open… I can tell. You gonna cum for us? Gonna cum all over him?”
The moment Y/N’s walls fluttered around Cas he was a goner. With a guttural cry, he stilled inside her, his release filling her completely.
For a few moments, no one said anything. It was all just heavy breathing and the occasional whimper from Y/N. Dean broke the silence and ran a hand through his sweat-slicked hair before slipping back into his boxers.
“That was… wow… We gotta do that more often. He padded across the room to the door and gave the Cas and Y/N a lopsided smile. “I’m gonna go get cleaned up. You two should do the same and then we can talk about all this.”
He was gone seconds later, but before Y/N could move to get up herself, Cas shook his head.
“Allow me.”
With a quick snap of his fingers, they were both clean and back in their clothes. She smiled at him and threaded her fingers with his.
“That was amazing, Cas. I… I don’t know what we do from here, but I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”
Cas smiled and leaned down to kiss her temple.
“I may be somewhat ignorant of intimate feelings, but Dean seemed pleased with what we just did together.”
The two made their way to the Bunker’s library completely sated. If you’d told Y/N a year ago that she’d be fucked into oblivion by an angel of the Lord while one of the most beautiful hunters that ever existed watched, she would have laughed. Now? Now, it was safe to say that anything can happen, and she couldn’t wait for Dean to give Cas another lesson.
Castiel is feeling things he's never felt before. Things he thought he shouldn't feel as an angel. And you're more than happy to help him explore
Warnings: marking, oral sex (m recieving), pentrative sex, p in v, unprotected sex
All the boys were supposed to be out today. That's what they'd told you. Sam and Dean had taken Jack out on a hunt, and Cas was off with Bobby doing research.
You loved having the bunker to yourself. It gave you the opportunity to be more...free with your clothing choices. You loved and trusted your boys but you weren't keen on the idea of them seeing you walk around the way you were right now.
Panties and a t-shirt. No bra. And by God was it comfortable. No one was supposed to be back until the next morning, so for now you were relishing having the place to yourself.
You were wandering out of the kitchen with a beer, wanting to go back to the library to continue reading that book on witches you'd found. You were not expecting to see Castiel standing in the middle of the library, jaw dropped and face bright red as he saw you walk in.
"Oh fuck."
Cas just stared, mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something but he just couldn't get the words out. Your embarrassment quickly turned to amusement.
Your eyes drifted down to see that he seemed to have a bit of a problem in his pants.
"You doin alright angel?"
He raised his hands to rub his face and turn away.
"I'm sorry. I-I wasn't expecting you to have so little clothes on."
"You're more flustered than I am." You snickered.
He stayed turned away from you and you could see he was trying to adjust his pants. You set your beer on top of a bookcase and walked up behind him to lean over his shoulder and whisper in his ear.
"You having some trouble there angel?"
You heard his breath hitch in his throat at your low sultry tone and he turns his head to look at you with wide eyes.
"I've never-I dont..." His gruff voice was full of confusion. You looked down to see him trying to cover himself with his trenchant.
"I can take care of it for you." You offered sweetly.
"How?"
You grinned and went around to face him and gently pushed him backwards so he stumbled into a chair.
He sat there, legs spread and wide eyed. His face covered in shock and nervousness. You kneeled in front of him and gently ran your fingers up and down the tops of his thighs.
"What're you doing?"
"Will you let me show you just how pleasurable it is to have a human body?"
Cas hesitated, his eyes searching your own for a moment before nodding.
"I need words sweetheart."
"Yes. Yes please."
A satisfied smile spread over your face as you let your hands slide down to glide over his inner thighs. He shivered as your touch went higher and higher.
Slowly you reached up to undo his belt and slowly tugged his pants down, murmuring at him to lift his hips for you, which he did immediately.
He watched you closely as you kissed up his thighs, letting out a gasp when you bit down on the soft skin of his inner thigh. You ran your tongue over the bite mark soothingly. You turned your attention to his other thigh, leaving bites and hickies all the way up.
"So sensitive." You murmured before sucking another hickey onto his thigh. Cas groaned loudly, his hands gripping tightly at the arm rests of his chair.
You leaned forward to press a kiss to his tip straining against his boxers. He sucked in a harsh breath at the action.
You gently eased him out of his underwear, enamored with the way his cock pulled free.
He whimpered when he felt your breath against it, watching intently as you licked a stripe from base to tip. He let out a strangled groan as you took the tip into his mouth, swirling your tongue around it.
You slowly took more of him into your mouth, watching his face contort with pleasure and his breath quicken.
You began bobbing your head as you took more and more of him in, eventually feeling him hit the back of your throat. He began messily thrusting into your mouth, the feelings overtaking him.
You reached up to guide his hand to your head and he immediately gripped your hair to start pushing you down on his cock. You choked a bit at first but quickly adjusted to his pace. His head lolled back as moans and groans loudly.
It didn't take long before his hips started to stutter and he tried to press you further onto his cock despite your face already being buried in his curly thick hair.
After a few more thrusts he finally emptied into your mouth, whimpering and moaning. You swallowed before gently pulling off.
Cas was panting heavily staring up at the ceiling, slowly he lowered his head to look down at you.
You pressed a soft kiss to his thigh before reaching to pull his underwear back on, but he grabbed his wrists to stop you.
"What about you?"
"You don't need to worry about me sweetheart."
"I want you to feel it too." His voice was gruff, tone full of want. His eyes were intent and his cheeks were still flushed. You softened, it was sweet of him.
You stood up and leaned in to kiss him, which he happily accepted. It didn't take long until your tongue was in his mouth, he sighed at the feeling. His lips moved against yours, he was inexperienced but he was still trying. And you found it adorable.
He reached his hands up to hesitantly rest on your waist and you moved to sit on his lap, your thighs on either side of his waist. He made a small noise of surprise but continued kissing you hungrily.
You gently started to grind your hips against his, and the simple action had him moaning again and rolling his hips up into you. You grinding against him with your soaked panties was enough to make him feel that desperation and need all over again.
You'd started moaning yourself, the friction was immensely pleasurable, especially as you felt him grow hard again. God it was delicious.
You pulled back and started kissing his neck, sucking hickies onto his skin as you ran your fingers through his hair. You started to grind harder against him, enjoying the sweet breathy moans it pulled from him.
He knew he sounded pathetic, absolutely drunk on you despite being a warrior of heaven. But he really didn't care. The only thing he cared about was you and the things you were making him feel in that moment.
"More. Need more." He rasped out.
"Oh my sweet angel. I'll give you more." You whispered in his ear before nibbling his earlobe. He moaned in response, his hands tightening his grip on your waist.
You tugged your panties to the side and gently guided him to your entrance before sinking down onto him, gasping at the feeling. His fingers dug into your hips so hard you were certain there would be bruises.
You settled fully onto him, hands running through his hair.
"This what you were wanting Cas?" Your tone was teasing.
"God yes." He groaned.
Slowly you started to move on him, rolling your hips, finding the tempo that'd have both of you moaning and stuttering incoherently. His hands tugged your shirt off and he toyed with your breasts, pinching at your nipples and groping you.
And God was it good. He dragged against you in a way you'd never experienced before, and the way you fluttered and clenched around him had him crying out into your shoulder.
Over and over you murmured words of praise, encouraging him as he desperately fucked up into you.
It really didn't take long to reach your climax, clamping down on him as you cried out into his shoulder. He desperately kept going, trying his best not to release until you'd completely finished. And when you'd fallen limp against him he thrust into you a few more times before you felt heat fill you.
You both sat there for a few moments, panting as you held onto each other. Slowly you eased yourself off of him.
"Can you get me a wet washcloth please?"
He grunted and nodded, maneuvering you so you were sitting in the chair. He stood and pulled up his pants before walking off and coming back with a warm wet washcloth and kneeled down to clean you up. He froze though, enamored with the way his cum was dripling out of you.
"Cas?"
Your voice pulled him out of his stupor and he stuttered an apology before gently cleaning you up and helping you put your shirt on.
When he was done you stood up unsteady and he quickly moved to pick you up and carry you to your room.
"This isn't necessary." You chuckled.
"Of course it is." His tone made it clear there was no argument to be made.
"Well thank you." You pressed a kiss to his cheek and giggled when he blushed.
He set you down on your bed, bringing you a new pair of underwear.
"Thank you." He mumbled as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"You don't have to thank me," you chuckled, "I enjoyed it too."
"I just mean, thank you for giving me such a pleasurable experience. It's one I will never forget. And...I glad it was with you."
You practically melted at his words and hugged him from behind, "Let me know if you ever want to do it again."
He nodded in response.
You had a feeling he'd be coming to your room a lot more frequently.
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