Taking a little break from posting fics due to personal circumstances. Will be trying to write during this so I can comeback with a bang.. so if there’s anything you wanna see when I come back feel free to leave a request! - much love, le’ann 🦌
Reader Info ➤ Reader race isn’t specific but hinted to come from traditional/religious immigrant backgrounds. (Family believes in forced/arranged marriages my family rather than self picked) reader has a medical condition that’s not specified but is serious
CW ➤ 5.3k word. . . Angst? Arguments, long asf for no reason. idk what else to tag lwk..Not proofread
Le'ann Says ₊˚ෆ : lwk I was gonna make this longer and kill off the reader to write about Whitakers suffering but stopped being sad mid writing this so i didn't write that. So this might be a nothing buger bc I ran outta stamina for writing.. xoxo
From the moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew you were the one. The way you smiled, the way you talked with your hands, and the way your eyes brightened when you talked about your interest. College was so much better with you, no matter what struggle he had he always found comfort in your presence. College was both of your escapes from your overbearing families and their expectations, soon the comfort you found in each other became romantic. Following your dreams led to the two of you falling in love, a dream neither of you could've ever imagined before. Sure both of you had your struggles with money but, nothing could be so bad when your not alone.
No matter the problem, the two of you were right beside each other. Up until it was time for graduation, Dennis was going to med school, while you on other hand was on the edge of returning to your hometown. Grad school wasn't an option for you, not that you could afford it anyways, you tried your hardest to find a way to stay by his side but you couldn't, only left with the option of being long distance. You hated home, but you had no choice, not until you could get a proper job and income. Whitaker already had a lot going on, and you didn't want to add onto that at all.
Graduation was dreadful. As this would be the last time you would see each other for a while.
"You look pretty" A voice behind you whispered into your ear.
You turned around and saw that soon to be med student Whitaker standing behind you with a single rose bouquet with a bow tied around the bouquet packaging, simple yet cute.
"So do you pretty boy "Dr.Whitaker", looks like this graduation gowns make us look extra attractive huh?" You teased.
He laughed at you calling him doctor, making sure to remind you he had to get through med school first. In this moment, he felt bittersweet, you were shinning brightly, but in a few hours he would be seeing you leave the same town you explored together for the last 2 years. The light and energy you carried would be gone, it's not like you weren't going to be in contact but, going from being together almost everyday to go to zero is heart-wrecking.
"Hey look what I brought.." You said.
You pulled out a camera, the same camera he saw you holding when he first met you, the same camera you used to take a picture of him interacting with the campus cats. The camera that brought you two together, the camera that started a conversation that never ended. You brought that camera everywhere, making sure there was never a moment missed.
"Grad day photo?" He smiled as he spoke.
"Of course. Just stay right there, you first." You told him as you began to back up.
You got far to get his upper body fully in shot with a little bit of the school building behind him, making sure it would be a photo that you would hold onto for a long time. You gave him a thumbs up and he quickly ran over to look at the photo before taking the camera out your hands to take a photo of you in the same way…only problem was that it was poorly taken, the photo coming out extremely blurry from his shaky hands. He apologized but you complimented him for improving his photo taking skills, insisting you liked the photo. You looked around to find a free student or parent to take a photo of both of you together, it took a minute but you found one, putting the camera in countdown, and telling them how it worked before you ran to Dennis and kissed him on the cheek while he was looking at the camera. The person behind the camera smiled at the two of you before you ran over to check how the photo came out, while he stood there in shock.
The day went by too fast after that, the long ceremony, the group hangouts with friends afterwards, and every other small but unforgettable moment from that day. You wished the years had gone slower, even if it was just today, even if it was just to stay in your cap and gown longer, to stay in you grad outfit longer, or to stay hand in hand with you love longer. You regretted every little thing, regretted not knowing him sooner, not being able to do everything together, and even regretted things you couldn't change in this lifetime. You just wished that the following days wouldn't come.
You cried all the way up to the day your family came to help you move out of the apartment you shared with friends. You wished that you could stay in that apartment forever, but you knew you couldn't. You told Dennis not to come, you didn't want to see him when you were leaving, you didn't know how you'd react if he met your family on these terms. Just seeing him even if you were going to leave alone was too hard on you. It took you forever to load the cars up, you were the last person to move out of the apartment, it was hard, way harder than you imagined even with your family helping you. You had spent the last three years in the same apartment. You didn't have much but mentally you were falling apart, making it way harder to move things out. Locking the front door for the last time caused your chest to tighten and turn. As your family waited in the car you walked to drop off your key to the office, all the memories of first getting your keys, complaining about water leaks, and odd neighbors came flooding back.
When you opened the door inside wasn't only the apartment workers, but a couple of your friends and Dennis inside. Nobody ever listened to you, and how did they get the owner to agree to this, you wanted to at least one second without crying. They all shared their thoughts and feelings about you, making sure you knew that their college years wouldn't have been complete without you,hugging you one by one before slowly leaving. Whitaker was the last to speak and last one out of your circle in the room.
"I hate you." You replied to his stupid speech.
"Yeah? I love you too." He replied quickly.
You embraced him, held onto him as if this was the last time you were going to feel his warmth. You gave him one last kiss before you remembered what you were supposed to be doing. You handed your key to the worker who praised you and thanked you for staying there for so long, you smiled and took in a fresh batch of air as if that would stop your lungs from being filled with sadness. Whitaker walked out with you, when you got outside you saw your family had gotten your car keys and drove your car to the office due to them being impatience. You turned to Whitaker, you wanted him to hold you once more, you wanted another kiss , or you just wanted to say something else to him but your mouth wouldn't move. You stared at him with deep sadness before walking away.
You got into the passenger seat, letting one of your siblings drive instead. You couldn't see or think straight, there was no way you were going to be able to drive, especially long distance.
Familiar faces and buildings turned into nothing but unfamiliar land and highways.
For the next four years you and Whitaker were still long distance. You had gotten some job that wasn't anything like your major but it was a good enough job to help your family out and pay off some of your last bit of college loan debt. You had been saving money for the past few years to move where ever Dennis would eventually land during his residency but every time you had saved up it'd be used for some family situation. No matter what came up your family looked at you for the solution.
They knew your plans, but they couldn't care less as your only goal was to please them, letting you run off to college—with many complaints— was what they thought was enough. You needed to be the perfect child. They knew you loved Dennis, but, him being some poor med student wasn't good enough for them. Who knew people who had their own money struggles cared so much about someone having money struggles, usually people would ignore it, he's a medical student and one that's going to be a doctor. The problem was that, he was too different, he came from a different background than you, and your family couldn't seem to comprehend that not ever person that pursues medicine has royal family money.
You and Dennis still talked often, when he was busy it took him way longer to answer you but he always made sure to answer you, no matter how long it took. You had no complaints, when you visited each other it was like there was never any time spent apart. During his first two years of medical school he was able to live in a dorm for med students, thankfully that was an option open for many students that couldn't afford living cost, but it didn't last for long as rules and tuition changed. He didn't tell you, not wanting you to worry that his living situation had gotten worse or that he desperately needed money for an amount of reasons. It was bad to hide it from you, but he cared to much about how happy you were to see him have some peace. Instead of you visiting him he began to visit you. It was maybe once or twice a year when he could afford a cheap bus ride, but it was better than nothing. Who could complain when after he hears your voice and sees your face everything else got erased.
When his first year at the ER came around things changed. He found a roommate, or more like she had found him. Whitaker in the short time of working at the ER had changed, for the better. He was no longer alone, sure he had you but it's different than a platonic or co-working relationship. He deeply cared about his work, about his coworkers, and every time he would talk about it you could hear very thought and emotion from his tone. He sounded so much more confident in himself as the months progressed, and you couldn't have been happier. He found his home, after so much struggle and insecurity about what was to come next, he finally found his comfort place, more people, and activities. It brought back the boy you knew from undergrad and even more that was hidden underneath all that worry.
While he was finding his place in life you felt as if you were stuck in one spot, you were starting to keep things from him, it was small things at first that didn't needed to be lied about, like what you ate, or what you were doing, then lies became bigger and bigger. You were away from your phone for a couple of days, you lied about it being because of some family situation, it was a family situation..it was your situation. You were sick. You didn't want to tell him, why would you? He's living the dream, helping people in their lowest, you felt like you telling him would bring him down. You lied more than about your health, you lied about the relationship with your parents. You told him it was getting better, that's why you're having so much family time now, and why you reply late at night, you're out with them during the day when your not a work. Those family trips to their hometowns? Just to see distant family and friends. Friends that plotted an engagement, family that bargained you, and time that was wasted on others decisions about your life. Nothing that came out of your mouth was true, minus one thing.
"I love you."
After every call, every night before bed, or just when you felt at your wits end. You wanted to tell him everything, but you couldn't. You were too embarrassed and worried about worrying him, so you pretended everything was OK. It was your only option. Pretend you weren't sick, pretend you had a good relationship with your family, and pretend that you could walk down the aisle with him. With the last bit of money you had saved up you ran away from home, funny that in your 20's it would still be considered running away when most people have already felt that freedom of being alone. You ran away, not technically, just under the impression that you were only going out of town for a few days, or longer for a "friend's" graduation. You didn't say where, and thankfully they didn't seem to ask more than once, maybe because you had been such a good golden child all these years they wouldn't suspect anything. You told the truth, kind of, you were going to a graduation.
"Den !" You yelled out.
It was crowded. You were trying to make it through the crowd of people walking out of the ceremony to find their loved ones, you had came to his graduation, he invited you but he didn't know that you were actually going to show up with everything that was going on. You wouldn't miss that for the world, he looked amazing on the stage, he looked slightly different, his hair in some type of mullet you would've never imagined him in, whoever did that to him you wanted to thank them immediately. You just wished you had caught him before the ceremony so he knew you were there, and you could've showered him in praises before he went on stage. You continued to yell out his name, finally spotting other people in graduation gowns.
You pushed through the crowd occasionally yelling out his name until you felt a tug on your arm and your name be softly said among the loud voices. When you turned around you saw him, happy as he could be. You quickly fell into him, holding onto him as if he would disappear in that very second. It's been a while since you've hugged him, he didn't know it but this hug meant to much more to you than he knew.
"You're actually here?" he questioned you softly.
"I couldn't miss it.,and look what I brought." You replied back, lifting up your same old camera.
"holy shit you're real?" A voice spoke out.
You turned your head to see a dark haired woman standing up holding a drink in her hand. Her eyes were a light shade, she was beautiful.
"San—Santos? I'm I right?" You stuttered over your words.
She nodded to answer your question. You basically pushed Dennis out the way to talk to her, you've heard so much about her and now that you have a face to pair it to it makes so much sense, you thought if you had a face like that you'd be "over confident" too, or whatever Dennis says to tease her back. Hell she was practically definition of girl-crush in the moment.
"Remember me?" Dennis interrupted the conversation.
You laughed at his way of getting his girlfriends attention back on him. He didn't want to admit it but he loved attention and was easy to get jealous over it. You wrapped your arm around his and teased him about being jealous over your attention being elsewhere. Santos joining in on the teasing when you asked a joking question to her to back you up. Soon after the three of you found a nearby place to get food and drinks, what's a graduation dinner without drinks?
In this moment you felt like you were back in college, 21 year old you, in those shared apartments, shit talking and drinking with your closest friends. You haven't felt this way in a long time, all this time away from Dennis and your friends was getting to you, and with everything you've kept under wraps recently made it hit even harder. It was fun, but the longer the night went on you felt guilty. Here they were smiling in your face, while you were keeping world shattering secrets from them. You tried to ignore it but now that you were face to face with half of the situation it was kind of hard.
You tried to avoid drinking so much but you eventually ended up getting so drunk you had to leave your car in the restaurants parking lot, taking an uber back to their apartment. In the car you mumbled on and on about not wanting to get married so soon. Whitaker of course not knowing the full context and being buzzed tried to reply in a way that could help you feel less anxious.
"We can wait how ever long you want, even if it's twenty years I'll wait. I won't propose until I can afford to give you a proper wedding, a place to stay, and.. and.." He went on and on.
He was always like this, sober he felt the need to over explain himself, but drunk? He'll ramble on and on. Santos who was the most sober among y'all recorded the situation, knowing that in the morning it would be embarrassing footage—if she remembered it— she couldn't way to show. The sight of you two was funny, one repeating an unknown stress over and over while the other tries to comfort about the unknown while stumbling, yet over explaining his reasoning for the comfort.
The blabbering ended when you eventually passed out for the rest of the ride, leaving the previously loud car silent. You didn't remember how, but you all eventually made it back to their shared apartment, "finding" your way into Dennis bed, only taking off your socks before falling into bed. When you woke up you were in Whitaker arms, laying on your side facing him. The sunlight shining through the blinds hit his face in a way that made it seem like he was glowing. Even in his sleep he looked sad, his eyebrows knitting together as if someone was in his dream yelling at him. You loved how he looked in this moment. It had been a long time since you had woke up next to him, it felt different this time, you couldn't understand why, or maybe you did. You knew one day you wouldn't be able to see this anymore, even if you successfully avoid a wedding, you were a ticking time bomb. You didn't know if you would randomly die in two weeks or two hundred years, having some chronic illness but no insurance to help with the expensive bills and medicine made it worse. You had no idea what was going on with you, hell you don't even really know if its bad enough to die, wasting your time using google and youtube instead of saving up for at least one more doctor appointment.
As you laid their staring at him you wondered if you should at least tell him about you being sick, but you couldn't think of how too. You didn't want to stress him out on a week that's supposed to be his best, there's no way you could do that to him. For now, you were going to be "selfish" and hide things that needed to be known, just for now. Just for a week.
You fell back asleep, your body engulfed in warmth and love.
After a couple of weeks, you eventually got a job, and moved into a cheap apartment.
You needed to go back home, you needed to get married, but you couldn't do it. you couldn't go home, you wanted to live the life you wanted. The move was fast and unprepared thanks to your indecisive mind when you were leaving home. It was messy but you made it happen. With your saved money it was easier to put down a deposit for a place, money from your first paycheck helping you move fully in. Getting used to living alone was harder than you thought, especially when you weren't used to it, but after a month or two it felt a bit better.
For two months. You felt free. You had no contact with your family, no pre-marital stress, and no plans that were being forced on you. You spent all your free time that you didn't spend with Dennis picking up extra shifts, exercising, and trying to play doctor with what could help you outside of medical medicine. Weeks went on, easily distracting you from reality. At least it was, up until you started getting less and less attention from Dennis.
You didn't expect him to be in your face or on the phone 24/7, of course not, the both of you had your schedules. Schedules that hadn't changed in years unless something happened, which would have been cleared up or explained, especially from his end. He has never gone away for too long without apologizing or having a clear explanation. He'd never left you on seen, replied too late, been too tired to call or turn you down when you wanted to come over for some random reason.
This wasn't like him at all.
You decided to face him after two weeks of this. You believed you were overthinking, you hoped and prayed you were overthinking. You didn't wanted anything serious to happen between you two, especially not now. As you walked up to that door your heart raced, tacky and shy. As you lifted your hand to knock on the door it opened. From the door emerged Trinity. She shot you a confused forced smile and nod. Before she walked away she paused.
"Hey um, I won't be back tonight. Just in case." She awkwardly said.
You nodded. Confused on why she felt the need to say it like that, sure she's joked like that before but her tone was…off.
"Dennis?" You softly called out, closing the door behind you.
You stood by the door, and called his name once again. He walked out of his room, no answer. He stood in the walkway and stared at you. He looked as if he was about to cry, or maybe he already has.
"I, um, I brought snacks? I just wanted to check on you."
"Yeah?" He softly replied, scratching the back of his neck.
"Yeah, I just wanted to make sure you didn't have anything going on or—"
He cut you off by saying your name. In a way you've never heard before.
"Did I do something wrong? I didn't try to offend you or anything if I did somethin—"
"Cut the shit. Ok? I know.. I know everything." He angrily said.
Everything? Which. What. When.
You stood there silently. You were terrified. What did he count as "everything" does he actually know. Does he know why you truly stayed with them for a few weeks instead of going home before moving. Did he know about your doctor visits? What did he know.
"What..?" You softly said as you put down what you held.
"Your mom called. It's Funny. She randomly remembered my number." He spoke.
Those words cut through the air, with every breath you could feel your throat getting drier and tighter.
"What— what did she say." You questioned.
"You know. How her daughter ran off before a big wedding with a big successful guy back home. How much you were missing out on. Oh and if I had seen you, since you'd been missing for a while now." He spat out.
You were terrified. He knows. He knows about your "marriage" but he surely doesn't know it all but, why was it so hard to get your words out. You just stood there, frozen. In fear that if you spoke you would end up crying. You never defended yourself back home, being the golden child, so you never learned how to properly defend yourself, only agree or stay silent.
"You didn't tell her about me being here did you." You softly asked.
He let out a huff that sounded like a laugh covered in frustration, Shaking his head no.
"Are you serious? You hid a whole engagement from me, and the only thing you worry about is it if I told your mom? No. I didn't, but I want answers. Why didn't you tell me?" He questioned again.
"I didn't— I didn't mean to. I swear. I just didn't know how to tell you." You slowly walked to him.
"You didn't know how to tell your boyfriend that you weren't getting married to some random dude?" He sarcastically replied
"Don't say it like that. You're making it seem like I want to marry him. I was forced.. didn't she— didn't she tell you that? I mean how am I supposed to tell you that my family is trying to make our family status better by marrying me off to some random as if it's the early 18th century." Your words left your mouth without you thinking.
"Yeah. She was so boastful to tell your dear Boyfriend about how good of a job she did picking and arranging out a man that can "actually help" you." He replied.
"If you knew that it's not my decision than why are you mad? I didn't want to do it, I'm not doing it. I'm standing here because I want to be with you." You tried reach out and touch his arm.
He snatched his arm away from you.
"Why am I mad? You hid this from me. You lied to me. You said everything was going good. You said that you were happy. Everything you've told me has been a lie, so how do I know your not lying right now? How do I know that you don't actually want to marry that stupid rich guy." His voice raised.
He didn't realize what he had said, he didn't realize he made it seem like you wanted to marry someone against your will.
"If I wanted to marry him I wouldn't be here, I would be at that altar Dennis. Do you really not trust me that much?"
"No. I don't." He quickly said, turning his head away from you.
Those words stung, the tears that were held back began to fall, your throat tightened even more, holding back to words you wanted to say. You just stood there, like an idiot, wishing you had knew how to defend yourself better, or explain, or do literally any of this better.
He hadn't noticed you were crying, harsh words fell out of his mouth. He didn't mean it, but it seems all the built up frustration had all came crashing down at once, and you just happen to be the one to cause it the crash.
"Maybe it's for the better, you'll get what you deserve, a provider. I won't have to hear your mother talk about how unhappy you'll be with me, or how I won't be able to do right by you. It's best. He doesn't sound like a bad guy." He spoke.
"Do you want me to marry him? Marry someone so I can live better than I ever have during the time I was with you? Is this what it's about? My families opinion? Doesn't my opinion matter?"
"Yeah maybe. Maybe we should just call this off, yeah? I shouldn't do this with someone else's woman." He spoke out of frustration. His hand covering his mouth after.
"But..I'm your woman den." You sobbed out.
He silently turned his head to face you. He didn't mean it. He really didn't. He just been upset about not being able to fully support you, nor please your family enough to be considered someone you could marry. He knew it wasn't your fault. He was just upset that you hid this from him and didn't know how to express it properly. Hell this the first time to two of you had something this serious happen.
He stared at you as you cried. You wanted to leave but you couldn't, lowering yourself onto the floor. All that hidden emotions exploded the moment he got mad at you. No matter how much you wanted to continue to explaining yourself the words wouldn't get out over your tears. He immediately joined you on the floor, his hands trembled as they reached out to you. He hesitated to touch you, blaming himself for not being calmer with this conversation.
"I'm sorry.." he said under his breath, scared to say it any louder.
His hands grabbed the sides of your shoulders and gripped them. He apologized over and over again. He had never jumped to conclusions before, not with you. He had never seen you cry because of what he'd done. Everything that has just happened wasn't normal. It was awful.
It was regrettable.
He pulled you into a hug and held the back of your head as he continued to apologize and say how much he didn't mean it.
"I was just frustrated. I know you didn't mean to. I just…I don't know. I don't know why I did that." He softly spoke.
He couldn't express himself. He couldn't say why he got mad. He couldn't say why he ignored you. He couldn't say why he didn't talk calmly about this. He couldn't say that he felt embarrassed that he couldn't impress your family, that he couldn't be seen as your future husband. He didn't want to say that he hated the idea of someone else seeing you walk down that aisle other than him. He didn't want to say he was jealous, jealous of the life he couldn't give you.
It took time, but you eventually calmed down. You tried to explain everything to him. How being a golden child leads to decisions being made for you, how this was the one thing your family wouldn't let go of. No matter how progressive they tried to be, nothing would change their mind set on marriage set up by the family. You told him about how your families strong opinions on healthcare and it's expensive nature led to your very late diagnosis. He knew you struggled with being sick back in college but not for something that could be serious.
He placed kisses on your forehead, rubbing your back as you vented. He wanted to cry with you, but held back. Just to give you this one moment of relief without thinking about anyone else. The words that left your mouth soaked into his skin, words he never would've imagined would've came from you. Emotions you've never shared.
The conversation went from there to his room, you continued as you cuddled. Taking each others warmth after being cold to each other.
"I'm just…if I'm being honest. I want to marry you, I want to see you walk down that aisle, buy our first place, and start our own family. I want to spend the rest of my days with you, even the rough ones. I don't want to live that with anyone other than you, or see you with anyone else. Will yo-" he went on and on, only stopping when your loud exhale interrupted him.
He hadn't noticed that the after cry sleepiness got to you, the warmness of his body around you made it easier to fall into a deep sleep. He looked at you tear stained face, the face that was previously scrunched up now being as still as ever. You looked peaceful, the most peaceful you've been.
Life is a scam. Plans can be made but never fulfilled. Family over self. Sickness over health. Secrets over truth. You didn’t want to keep anything from Whitaker, but in the end you kept your whole life from him.
dennis whitaker getting jealous of you petting a dog … (nsfw !)
imaginee you’re just hanging out with dennis, chatting and walking around in a park together until you stop in your tracks when a little puppy comes up to you, tail wagging and head craning up for pets. he watches as you sit on your haunches to coo at the little furball, isn’t he such a cute little guy? such a sweet boy, probably so hungry, we should- aww, you want more pets, huh? who’s a good boy? that’s right, it’s you!
you don’t really notice how dennis has been staring at you in silence. his big blue eyes wide and glassy, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as his pants start feeling tighter. he’s so embarrassed. is he really jealous of a dog? it’s probably because he just wants your attention. he doesn’t actually want you to treat him like that.
but he can’t stop himself from thinking about it, how you’d have him on his knees. how you’d lovingly cup his cheek as you murmur praises in his ears and leave kisses over his nose, eyelids, and cheeks. he’d be your good boy. he’d nuzzle his face against your thighs and have you guide him forward with a firm grip on his hair. ‘m gonna keep going, okay?, he’d whisper out after making you cum. he’s so eager to please, he won’t stop just because you’re a little sensitive. his own hips would be grinding down against the mattress, moving on their own accord like an excited pups tail and-
okay, maybe he does want you to treat him like that. his cock’s already throbbing in his pants, pre leaking through his boxers. before he knows it, he’s grabbing your hand and pulling you up, practically begging you. please, um.. can we head back now? i know, i know you wanted to play with the dog, just- please. i-i... really need you right now.
a/n: this photoshoot was sooo. like. Girl whatever… im for realsies almost done with pt2 of the smau but i rlly wanted some puptaker tn soo!!
dennis whitaker when i find you i will suck your dick so hard your ancestors will feel it. my tongue will be so far down your throat imma taste your stomach acid. im gonna bend you over till you touch your toes n my strap gonna be so deep in your ass youre gonna swear you feel it in your throat and imma jerk you off until you’re shooting blanks like a held up soldiers riffle. you will be quivering and dazed to the point where youre not sure who you are. eyes are gonna be rolled back so fucking far you can count the folds on your brain. imma put it on you so fucking hard youre gonna have a compound femoral shaft fracture. you’re not getting up until the whole house is flooded. by the time we finished youre gonna be an attending. imma take it to the base and then some. im gonna fuck you so hard n long that when were done the cure to cancer will be readily available. im gonna drain you so fucking dry the sahara will not hold a candle to the absolute lack of moisture in your body.
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Reader Info ➤ Reader is a rich spoiled brat who decided to be a doctor for fun. Everything has to go their way, even if that means they have to hurt others to get it.
CW ➤ 3.6K words… Brief mention of readers background, power imbalance, older!reader, reader is a disgusting perv, Voyeurism PinV, unprotected sex (don’t do this.),baby trapping threats (won’t happen bc..not round here), lust over love, slapping, brief nicknames? “Puppy”, “ma’am” , and “pet” . Roughly beta’d I forgor what else.
Le'ann Says ₊˚ෆ : split this in two parts bc too much is going on rn.. anyways I hope I wrote the reader manipulative enough for ya ! Enjoy <3
p.s.. you’re currently reading part one.. see two here(soon)
He knew from the moment he laid his eyes on you.
He knew you were the one.
At least he wanted to believe it.
From the very beginning there was problems. You knew it wasn't going to work, you knew that you were too different, that you would worry him too much, how much you used him for your own needs, and one day you would eventually leave this town without saying anything. He didn't want to date you, not because he disliked you, but he never planned on asking you out, hell he could barely afford himself, let alone a relationship. He didn't want to be a burden, nor an embarrassment that follows you around. You were older than him, his co-worker, carried more weight, and seemed on such a different level than he was. You on the other hand didn't care about his "issues", telling him it didn't matter to you either way. Nothing about him mattered to you, and that was the problem. You wanted his presence so bad, his warmth, and his energy that you forced the relationship too fast by trying to prove that you could grow together. You would go on and on that financial and age differences didn't matter, up until he blindly followed you.
In the beginning it wasn't too bad. In fact it felt good, it felt like you were a normal couple. He would worry about embarrassing you and you would brush it off with words of kindness or telling him that if it mattered to you, you wouldn't have chased him down. He would slowly stop bringing it but even if it was still in the back of his mind, those thoughts were covered up by the memories you were making with him. Every moment felt like an indie movie to him, like something that he had seen by film majors back in college. Sweet and delicate, covering up the distorted lines underneath it. Smiles that would blind him from the secrets you kept behind them. To him it was a sweet first love romance, but to you, psychological romance. You loved the way he would follow your lead, never questioning your words. No matter what you said he would answer according to your liking.
"Are you coming over tonight?" Your arm wrapped around his as you questioned him.
Whitakers whole body reacted to your touch, jolting in reaction before he looked around to see if anyone else was in the break room. He knew you only interacted with him romantically at work when no one was around but he was still on edge about getting in trouble, maybe getting you in trouble mostly.
"I'm not sure if I can tonight..I could move something around—i mean do you want me to?" he responded back softly.
You roughly unwrapped your arm from him and stared at him in silence. You were going to say something but it was written all over your face that what he said made you upset. He didn't say anything wrong, it was an innocent question trying to make sure there wasn't any plans made that he had forgotten about since he had made new plans with co-workers, but he knew. He had spent the last year watching your every facial expression, knowing exactly when to correct himself.
"YEAH..yeah." he blurted out to make up for what he said earlier.
"If you don't want to spend time with me you can just say that." you said. Your face still carrying a cold look.
When he questioned you, even with good intentions it pissed you off. You hated when people second guessed you, especially someone your dating. Changing plans or not dropping everything for you was upsetting. Outside of work you wanted his life to surround around you and you only. He put his hands on your shoulders and leaned in closer to you.
"I promise I want to come over, I just wanted to make sure there wasn't any unfinished plans that was supposed to happen. You know sometimes people ask if your still going somewhere before telling you that you can't anymore… or something like that.." He started to over explain himself.
He did this plenty of times before, to anyone that would question his intentions to make sure he didn't do anything wrong or explain his view. He especially did this with you and Robby, wanting to please the both of you the most. In response to his nervousness you flashed a quick half-assed smile before walking around him to grab something out the fridge and leaving the room. He stood there in silence before someone popped their head inside the break room to let him know he was needed on the floor. For the rest of the shift he thought about you, when you treated him meanly he hated it, he hated the feeling of being guilty for making you upset. Whenever you passed by him it made your chest warm, the sight of the his eyes secretly pleading for forgiveness over something he shouldn't even be apologizing for. Nothing made you happier than seeing those big eyes be glossed over with sorrow and guilt.
As everyone was packing up and trading off their patients you quickly made your way to him.
"Whitaker." You called him.
He answered, quickly like a trained mutt, immediately dropping what he was doing to turn to you.
"Do you have a real answer now?" You questioned.
He nodded.
Before he could answer you took that as a yes, not letting him fully say anything before flashing him a smile that was much warmer than earlier. You walked away without saying anything else as he stood there in silence before his phone vibrated in his pocket. A text from you, A "Hurry up." and a list of things you wanted to do to him and use him for your own pleasure once you got back to your place. He quickly shoved his phone his pocket when Santos walked up to him to question about something, though he hid his phone he couldn't hide the extreme redness taking over his face.
The car ride to your home was…something. It was silent at first but you needed to let him know, you didn't like how answered you earlier, it made you feel like he didn't want to spend time with you. Not that he meant it that way of course, but it didn't matter to you, intent didn't matter to you. Only words and actions could make you feel whole. He agreed with every word that came out of your mouth and apologized, he promised to not make that "mistake" ever again.
Once you walked through the door you asked if he wanted to shower. Together.
Only one rule. No touching.
The shower started off normal, just a cute non-sexual intimate moment between the two of you. Of course, nothing involving you would stay innocent for too long. When you turned around to wash soap off your back you looked at Whitaker, whose eyes was watching the soap and water run down your body. "What a huge pervert" you couldn't help but whisper to yourself, as you noticed how excited he was just by watching the way the water traced your body. One of your hands began to slowly flow down your body just like the water, your other hand going up your body to carefully caress your breast. A smile appeared on your face when you saw his face begin to turn red while his eyes tried to find something to focus on before making eye contact with you.
"You disgust me." you said towards him as your hand slipped further down.
You spouted different insults towards him as you touched yourself. Some insults were truly how you felt, others you said because you enjoyed the internal battle he had that was written all over his face. The internal battle that questioned each insult but enjoyed every second that you cussed and insulted him. He wanted to touch you, but you said not to, but you also said nothing was going to happen in the shower. He took his chances and tried to get closer to you, in hopes that he could touch you.
"Don't touch me or yourself.. You don't deserve to." You whimpered out.
He immediately pulled back and just watched as you continued to masturbate in front of him. You watched his every facial expression, how his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes teared up in frustration, and his fist clinched in attempt to hold back from touching himself. The hand that was previously fondling with your chest went against the shower wall to balance yourself better as you felt yourself slipping into your lust. Words started to slur, breathing got heavier, and your balance got worse. You tried to keep eye contact with the struggling boy in front of you but you couldn't. As you hit your climax your eyes blurred and a ringing in your ears cut out all outside noises.
You gave yourself sometime to breathe and come down, you looked up and smiled at the boy in front of you before quickly rewashing and exiting the shower. Nothing was more entertaining than seeing the joy and excitement leave his face when he realized you weren't doing else in the shower or maybe nothing else at all. It wouldn't have been the first time you've used his looks or body just to please yourself and leave him high and dry. He peeked his head from behind the shower curtain and watched as you dried off.
"Is that— is that all that you wanted to do? I mean the messa—"
"Just say you want to fuck." You cut him off harshly.
Your tone was unreadable, he couldn't tell if you were upset or actually telling him it's ok to say he wants to sleep with you. The next thing that comes out of his determined if you were going to get mad at him or give him what he wants.
"If you really want to. You better hurry up. Come and get it." You said as you wrapped a robe around your body and walked out the bathroom.
He had never moved faster in his life, he knew how quick you'd change your mind. It's as if it took him five seconds to turn off the water, hop out the shower, and half ass dry off. It was embarrassing how fast he appeared in your room with a towel wrapped around his waist. You sat on your bed still wrapped in a robe with your legs crossed, staring at him wondering what your next should be. If, in this very moment you told him to get on his knees he would, if you told him to fuck off and go home, he would also do that. The power was in your hands.
You stood up and walked towards him, looking him up and down. You walked around him, thinking of what do next. The way you walked around, scanning, touching and poking at him was as if he was the prey you were about to eat for dinner. You finally had a idea. You wanted to do something you wanted to do for the longest, usually he was in control, or at least thought he was, truly he was listened to everything you said when he was on top of you. Over time you learned his interest and style when it comes to sex, but you, you wanted to test his limits.
You stood in front of him, you turned your head and made a small sound effect. You waited until you was about to say something before you cut him off by slapping him. A smile slowly crept onto your face as you waited for his reaction. He stayed there for a second, his head turned away from you as he tried to process what just happened. His hand raised up and held his face as he turned back to look at you with the saddest eyes you've every seen.
"Are you mad at me?" He softly asked.
You lifted your hand in the air causing him to flinch before you carefully put you hand over his. You pouted at him, mocking him in a way.
"Yea. I hate that some small dick loser does whatever he wants." you insulted as your hand left his face to rub the print against his towel.
Whitaker wasn't small at all, but nothing is better than insult a man on something you know they most likely are insecure about. You began to talk more and more about how he makes plans without telling you, disobeys you, how angry he makes you, and how bad of a boyfriend—no, plaything he was. Your words went from calling him your disobedient boyfriend to just a plaything that you used. He's not someone you loved but someone you loved using for comfort and sex.
"You feel that way too don't you? Even when I'm insulting you, you're still grinding against my hand. You like the feeling of my hands, my body, or just being inside of me." You whispered as you kissed against his neck and collarbone.
His hand stayed close to your waist, hovering by them instead of placing his hand. His hand trembled, wanting so badly to touch you as you rubbed against him. He didn't want to admit it but you were kind-of correct when it came to the insults and power difference, he liked when you told him off sexually, he liked that he was younger than you, and he liked when you told him what to do. Fuck the foreplay he wanted to get inside of you badly. He wanted to fuck you raw and passionately. He began to beg you, beg for anything at this point, to touch him more, let him touch you, let him eat you out, or let him flat out fuck you.
"You're my little doggy aren't you?" You teased.
"I—I am, I promise I'll be good..I'll be a good boy, so please—please just.." He whined out as he kept eye contact with you.
"Yeah?" You whispered as you pushed your palm harder against his hard on.
He couldn't get his words out properly, forcing out a lousy excuse of an agreement, but hell it was better than nothing. You smiled as you led him to you bed that was inches away and ordered him to lay down, you slowly crawled on top of him. It felt as if you were about to consume him like some kind of prey by the way you crawled on top of him. You placed kisses against his neck and collarbone, never placing a single kiss on his face even when he seemed he was begging for one kiss. One of your hands slipped down between to two of you to unravel the half falling off towel he had on before lifting up the bottom of your robe that somehow was still on. You sat on top of him, making sure to not let him inside of you but still made sure he could feel your lower lips against his dick, giving him skin to skin but not the penetration he sought.
As you left small bruises against his neck you grind against him, getting him off without wrapping around him. You slid yourself up and down, the feeling of his dick being pressed against his own body with you on top sliding against it added so much pressure and pleasure. This was something you've done, nor something he'd ever experience, the feeling of you rubbing against him was way better than any hand or mouth action he'd received. He was being squeezed in a way he'd never experienced and it was a extraterrestrial feeling. You pulled way from him, putting your hands behind you on his thighs to keep yourself afloat as you began to grind harder and faster. You wanted to put him inside of you but you liked the way he crumbled underneath you, you wanted to see if he could cum just off of this, no actually, you knew he could cum off of this alone.
Whitaker couldn't believe what was happening, you had been so soft with him, even when you had been mad at him before you would just not have sex with him or only let him eat you out before telling him to go sleep on the couch. He didn't know what to think, he was enjoying it but shit, it was hard to think when you were grinding against him and insulting him about every action he's ever done since the moment you've met.
"You're gonna listen to every word I say ok..?" You forced out.
He nodded his head, his hands gripping the blanket beneath him. One of your hands left his thigh to rub his face before you once again slapped him.
"Use your words or I'll stop."
"Yes—yes ma'am" He whimpered out.
He had called you ma'am before, thanks to that little respectful farm up boy upbringing, but never had he used it in the bedroom. All you knew is that you wanted to hear it again.
"Say that again." You demanded
"Ma— yes ma'am..please…more please.." He struggled to say has his head went back against the bed.
You smiled while you see him break apart beneath you. He was about to cum and it was written all over his face and how loud he had gotten. You ordered him untied your robe and touch you however he wanted. His hands trembled as he unraveled the tie and moved the fabric out of the way before he started to grope your breast. This sent him overboard as he soon came all over his stomach as he mumbled on and on about how pretty your features and body are. He must've thought it was over by the way his head perked up when he felt your hands wrap around him. The two of you made eye contact as you rubbed him using his own semen to coat, immediately causing him to get hard again. You took no time to force yourself onto him, finally feeling him on the inside. You told him to help you, and as soon as you said that he immediately put his hands on your hips to direct your movement and speed.
He followed your every order like he was a cadet in training listening to his drill instructor. He had just came so there was no way in hell he was going to last that long this time, not at the rate you were going. You were get close faster than you expected, wishing you hadn't wasted time touching yourself in the shower. Your mind maybe fogging up but there's still something you want to do, you still want to fuck with him. As soon as he started trying to warn you about getting close you began another rain of terror.
"I want to keep you as my pet forever. I'll have your baby and then—" Words you forced out got cut off by your orgasm and whimpers.
He tried to hold back, push you off, or do anything from stopping himself from cumming inside of you but nothing would work. His fussy mind struggled to disagree, his pleads of no's got cut off by his second wave of climax. You continued to ride him a little longer, making sure every inch inside of you was coated with him. You stayed on top of him for a little to catch your breath, enjoying the sight of the teary eyed boy that was still pleading.
"From now on.. you'll listen to me more right? I'll give you anything you want." You whispered.
You had no problem funding anything he wanted, you became a doctor for the fun of it, not for the money. You didn't have to be one for money. You brought this up a lot as a way to rule the relationship. He needs money. You, You needed someone to push around.
"Why..why would you do that" his voice trembled.
You got off of him and put your robe back on as he sat up and grabbed the towel to cover himself up. You stared at him with a smile on your face.
"What if you actually..I don't..I'm not…" he mumbled on.
He was scared, it's not like he didn't want a family, but not now. His career just started, he's the last unmarried and childless sibling for a reason, it can't all come crashing down now. If you did have a baby he would marry you on the spot, hell he'd feel obligated to, which is exactly how you wanted him. You wanted him to drop everything for you.
"Not what? Don't think too hard Den..it's not that serious." You brushed it off.
"Not that serious..? I can barely—"
"Barely afford yourself? Yeah I know. But what about me? I have everything. right?" you questioned as you went to search for clothes.
"Right." He agreed.
"Yea? go clean up, and don't come back in here." You roughly pushed clothes into his arms.
That night he struggled to sleep, not only did you possibly risk the future but you didn't kiss him at all. His face wasn't sore from your kisses but from the palm of your hand. He couldn't help to overthink as he laid on your couch.
