warnings: inappropriate patient/doctor relationship, smut, choking, unprotected sex, theft of personal belongings, not fully beta read.
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This week has been hell. Emily wonāt stop making weird comments about...well, everything. Jose wonāt stop flirting with you, no matter how many times you try to politely turn him down. Finals are beating your ass, and every professor is suddenly extra strict. Not to mention the fact that you most definitely have inappropriate feelings for your psychiatrist, but is that even really your fault? Florian Seth is genuinely one of the most attractive men you have ever met, and from the interactions youāve had with him out of sessions, heās absolutely delightful. He also hasnāt been the most professional. You need to ask for a different psychiatrist.
You push open the door to Florianās office after knocking, closing it behind you as you step inside. You find him sitting on the couch, glasses sitting low on his nose as he reads a book, and you genuinely freeze in place. The sun is peeking through the blinds, light reflecting on his graceful figure, making his hair and pale eyelashes seem as though they were glowing. The golden hue of the sun almost made him look like an angel, gilded light reflecting off his glasses. You find yourself very quickly coming to the conclusion that you need him. Now.
āFlorian, I need you to listen to what Iām about to say.ā You practically blurt out the words, one hand resting on the doorknob behind you as you stare at the man. He looks up at you from his place on the couch, one eyebrow raised as he closes the book in his hands.
āGo onā¦ā He offers the words patiently, giving you the space to speak.
You take a deep breath, avoiding his eyes for a moment before you begin speaking. āI...Iām going to request a different therapist. I no longer wish to be your patient because Iā¦ā Your words trail off slightly, muttering a small āJesus Christā mostly to yourself before you continue. āI want you.ā You force the words out, letting your gaze find its way to his magenta eyes. āAnd if you donāt have any objections, then I am going to lock this door and kiss you.ā
āSo, you are no longer my patient, correct?ā Florian asked, standing from his place on the couch and stepping toward you. You nod in reply, biting your bottom lip as you step backward, and your back hits the door. He invades your space, hand meeting your cheek as he tilts your gaze upwards to his. His cheeks are flushed, pupils wide as he stares down at you. His other hand reaches for yours on the doorknob, and he turns the lock, āGood, because Iāve been dying to do thisā¦ā
His lips meet yours, and all the restraint you had left cracks, your arms wrapping around his neck as your fingers tangle into his soft white hair. You press yourself against him, whining when his fingers dig into your hips, and he pushes your back flush against the door to his office. His hand trails up your body, ending up with his fingers tugging your hair back as his tongue slips into your mouth. His other hand slides under the fabric of your shirt, fingers dancing across your ribs before he cups your breast and moans into your mouth.
You have to pull away to breathe, a string of saliva still connecting your mouths as you pant. Florian licks it up, fingers moving to your jaw to tilt your head as his lips meet the skin of your neck. āYouāre gorgeousā¦ā He whispers against your skin, teeth grazing your neck. He tugs down your bra, fingers pressing into your hot skin before he leans down and lifts your shirt so his lips can capture your nipple. Head falling back against the door, you cover your mouth with your hand to muffle the moan that comes out as his tongue circles the peak of your breast.
He pulls away, and the cold air makes you whine, eyelids heavy with lust as you stare into his eyes. āFlorianā¦ā You pant, fingers curling into his hair, ā...we shouldnāt do this hereā¦ā
Itās late in the day, the sun is setting on the campus, and most students have already left. But you are still in Florianās office on campus, pinned against the door with your shirt pulled up past your bra and Florianās saliva still on your skin.Ā
āYouāre right, against the door probably isnāt the most comfortable for you.ā Florian smirks, one arm going under your knees and the other across your back as he lifts you up. Your arms wrap around his neck as you shake your head, laughing a little at his antics.
Florian sets you on the couch in the office, pressing your back into the cushions of the backrest as he kisses you again. One hand grips the cushions behind your head as his other hand rests on your thigh. His knee slips between yours, forcing up the fabric of your skirt as he bites your lip. He pulls away and cups your cheek in his hand, brows furrowed slightly as he looks into your eyes. His glasses are crooked and smudged but he doesnāt seem to notice. āAre you sure about this?ā The concern in his tone is clear as his thumb brushes your cheekbone.
You hum for a moment, pretending to think about his question as you take his glasses from his face and put them on. You look past the rim of the glasses at him, hands cupping his face. āIām very sure that I want you, Florian.ā You watch something in Florianās eyes shift at your words, almost as if heās been waiting a lifetime to hear those words. He pulls away and kneels before the couch, hand guiding your knee over his shoulder as he stares up at you. He turns his head slightly to kiss the skin of your knee, trailing his lips upward as he sucks and bites at your thigh.
His hands slide underneath your skirt, fingers hooking the fabric of your panties and tugging them down. He stuffs the fabric into his back pocket before his hands find their place on your hips once again, shifting you forward slightly so that you are spread right in front of his face. His hot breath hits your sex, arousal evident in the slick pooling from your core. He clicks his tongue at the sight, smirk playing at his lips as he looks up at you through his lashes. āYouāre perfectā¦ā He purrs, head resting against your thigh as he moves his fingers to gather your wetness before he circles your clit and draws a gasp from your lips. āLook at you, already so wet for me, baby.ā
The sound you make at his words can only be described as pathetic, your nails digging into the fabric of the couch as you stare down at the man between your thighs. Florianās looking up at you like youāre the only thing in the world that matters to him and it has your cheeks burning, heart pounding in your ears. His fingers circle your clit again and you mewl, pushing your hips forward. āFuckā¦Florian, pleaseā¦stop teasing..ā You whine, desperate for him to finally touch you.
Florian smiles at your words and hums in response before kissing your inner thigh and trailing up. He blows air onto your clit, chuckling when you squirm and whine in response before he gives you what you want. He presses a kiss to your clit before his tongue peaks out from between his lips, lapping at your warmth and you hear him groan when he finally tastes you. Your head falls back against the couch, fingers tangling into his hair as you moan.Ā
The sounds of your moaning and Florianās mouth against your heat fill the room. You should be worried that someone will hear the two of you but, when you feel Florian suck your clit into his mouth, you canāt be bothered to care. āO-Oh my godā¦Florianā¦ā You choke out the words as your thighs clench around his head, fingers tugging his hair as he draws an orgasm out of you.
Florian takes his time licking up your arousal before he pulls away, laying you down on the couch and hovering over you. He presses his stiffness against your sex, the friction from the fabric making you whimper. He captures your lips in another kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth and forcing you to taste yourself as he grinds against you. You drag your hand down his chest, tugging at the waistband of his pants slightly before you palm at his hardness.
āFlorian pleaseā¦fuck meā¦ā You beg, lips finding his neck as your fingers dip past the waistband of his pants and boxers. Your fingers meet trimmed hair first before hitting hot rigid flesh and wrapping around it, making Florian moan above you. His head falls to your shoulder as you stroke him, tongue licking a long stripe up his neck as your other hand fumbles with the buttons of his pants. He pulls away and sits back on his knees, fingers quickly unbuttoning his pants and tugging them down just enough to free himself of the fabric.
You let your eyes trail along his length, jaw slightly agape as you stare. Your gaze returns to his eyes when you hear him chuckle, a smug expression painted on his face. āDonāt worry, Iāll make sure it fits.ā He coos, pining you to the couch with one hand beside your head. His other hand wraps around his cock as he guides it to your warmth, tip gathering wetness before nudging your clit. āYouāre so good for meā¦ā He hums, tip poking at your entrance before slowly sliding in. His thumb presses your clit, rubbing circles as he continues slipping into your warmth. You gasp at the intrusion, eyebrows knit together in pleasure and pain as you wrap your fingers around his wrist by your head. Florian moans as he bottoms out, hips pressed to yours while he stares into your eyes. He presses his lips to yours as he slowly pulls out before slamming back into you, forcing you to break the kiss as you moan out. āF-fuck Florian!ā You force yourself to bite your lip, hand covering your mouth as he sets a brutal pace.Ā
The noises coming from the room are obscene, skin slapping and muffled moans bleeding through the door. Each thrust hits perfectly into your heat, forcing you to feel every movement Florian makes. You barely even think about it before you grab his hand and place it on your throat, staring up at him through fluttering lashes. His eyes widen and hip stutter for just a moment before he growls, fingers tightening around your neck as he picks up the pace again. āY-you feel soā¦fuckā¦fucking good.ā He groans, hot breath hitting your ear before he trails his lips down your neck. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, every thrust pushing you closer and closer. You know Florian is close as well when his movements falter, each thrust growing sloppier and his moans growing closer together.
You bring your hands to his head, fingers curling into his hair as you pull his lips to yours. āIām soā¦Iām so close, Florian pleaseā¦ā You mumble against his lips, legs wrapping around his waist as you pull him even closer. He hums in reply, eagerly kissing you again as his fingers tangle into your hair. His other hand moves between your bodies, thumb circling your clit as his tongue slides into your mouth. You feel the tension building in your core, pleasure bleeding through every nerve in your body as you cum with a muffled scream into Florianās mouth. He follows along not long after, the feeling of your walls squeezing him forcing him over the edge. Hot liquid fills you as his hips stutter, breath ragged above you.
You both lay there for a moment, clinging to each other as you gasp for air. Florian lifts himself from you, slowly pulling out before tucking himself away. He pulls a handkerchief from his shirt pocket and carefully wipes away some of the mess from your sex. He offers his hand to you, helping you stand when you take it and he adjusts the fabric of your skirt. His hand rests on your cheek, thumb caressing the skin there as he stares down at you. āYou did wonderful.ā He praises, lips meeting your forehead before he glances out the window.
The sun has set, darkness blanketing the campus. āWould you like me to drive you home?ā He asks, stepping away from you to gather some of his belongings.Ā
āI would really appreciate that.ā You reply, grabbing your bag before you realize that youāre missing something. āUmā¦where did my underwear go?ā You ask, looking over at Florian. He leans against the desk, keys in his hand as he looks at you with an eyebrow raised.
āIām not sure you were wearing any.ā He shrugs easily and walks over to you, taking your hand and walking you to the office door. Weirdā¦you couldāve sworn you wore underwear under your skirt. You both walk out of the building in silence, fingers intertwined as you reach Florianās car. He opens the door for you before walking to the other side and getting in, starting the car. You spend the car ride to your house talking about your plans for the weekend, or rather the lack thereof. Florian parks in front of your home and looks over at you. āWould you like to see each other this weekend?ā He asks carefully, a very faint flush painting his cheeks.Ā
āI would love to, Florian.ā You reply, leaning over the middle console to place a kiss to his cheek before getting out of the car. As you adjust your skirt and close the car door, it slips your mind that you leaked onto Florianās car seat. You donāt notice the way he glances down at the spot where you sat and hums to himself, satisfied.
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