an: this is short but there will be more. these two have plagued my brain. it took me three days to binge all of The Pitt and to fall in love with them. 1.7k words
You loved arguing with Langdon. The two of you getting under each other’s skin but it was playful always long forgotten by the time you saw each other next. Nothing was held onto in anger. Then all of a sudden, he left. You had checked in with him for week’s only to be left on read. Now that got under your skin, it left a bad taste in your mouth to know that in the blink of an eye he forgot about you. So, in your own way to get away you switched to night shift.
You hated Abbot. Hated how he got under your skin so easily, laying in bed hours after working with him thinking of how he called you princess, sweetheart, and babydoll. Hated how your jaw always hurt after a shift from clenching so tightly. The two of you spit venom at each other so often that after a while it didn’t even bother the other doctors or nurses. They just laughed and whispered about how the two of you needed to be locked in a room to fight it out like street cats.
So that’s what Shen and Ellis do. You and Abbot had the next three days off, so Ellis invited Abbot out for a drink and Shen invited you out for a drink only to stand the other up leaving you two at the bar alone. From behind Abbot couldn’t tell it was you. He saw exposed skin, legs crossed and tight clothes. Offering to buy a drink for whoever this was only to be absolutely delighted when it was you.
“Look at you babydoll.” He lets out a whistle as he stares you up and down, pushing him out the way but he’s quick to grab your hand pulling you back toward him and the bar.
“I’m going to order a very expensive drink since you’re offering.” Rolling your eyes sitting back down and flagging down the bartender.
“Happy to pay for it princess, anything for you.”
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Jack asked over and over for repeated consent. Even as he pulled two orgasms from you with his fingers and mouth.
“Jackie please fuck,” you were whiny and out of breath as you moved your hand down to line him up with you. Thumb brushing over the head of his leaking cock. Your hips squirming around to push him inside of you desperate to be stretched.
“You’re a needy little thing princess, if I knew you just needed a good fuck to fix that bad attitude I would’ve done it long ago.” He was thicker than any man or dildo you had ever taken. Your fingers scratch into his back most likely leaving deep red lines. He kissed sloppy. His tongue coming out of your mouth to lick on your jaw line, the sweat on your neck, and even licking his thumb that gathered the tears falling from your eyes down your temples.
“H-harder Jack please!” Still inside he flips the two of you he’s now laying back on the bed while you’re sitting pretty right on top.
“You have such good manners, but you still need to work for my cock. Bounce babydoll.” He slaps at your ass hard leaving a welt there. Your hands push down on his hard chest, nails digging into his big pecs. Your thighs burned from the bouncing. The obscene squelch your pussy made caused Jack to laugh. He could feel your juices drip down his balls, and it drove him wild to look up at you and see your tits bouncing around, mascara smeared, and to hear breathy moans.
He was close to cumming so he decided to put you of your misery as your bouncing began to slow. He bent his legs up and pulled you to his chest, thick arms wrapping around your upper body as he began to really thrust up into you. The two of your moaned loudly into each other's ears and then into each other's mouths. Kisses so sloppy now that you begin to drool into his mouth, but he doesn’t mind he swallows it happily.
“Oh, fuuuck I’m cumming.” You drawl out trying to bury your head in his neck, but his hand grabs your hair and pulls you up back to stare right into his eyes. His neck is red, and his hair is sticking to his sweaty skin. He’s breathing heavily through his mouth thrusting erratically then he stops quick and pulls out pumping his cock a couple times then cums right in his hand. You sit up from his sticky chest as he just lays there trying to catch his breath. You turn and grab his cum covered hand and lick the thick globs from between his fingers.
-
This went on for nearly a year. The two of you fucking the stress away no strings attached. It wasn’t an all the time thing just casual. After long shifts, troubling shifts, or just on days where the two of you have off. It never interfered with work. Till it did. Till one day you were gathering your stuff from your locker and heard his voice. Frank. Last text you sent to him was seven months ago. A drunken text that called him an asshole for leaving you with no explanation, saying how you missed him but not before calling him a coward.
Quite the opposite he was. He was freshly rehabilitated and freshly divorced. He stood there looking like a sad dog with his tail between his legs. You now felt horrible for him as he explained how he’s going through his twelve steps and you were at the top of his list to apologize to.
“I was scared of what you would think of me. I really liked you and cared about your opinion of me that I thought it would’ve been better if I just ghosted you and kept you in the dark.”
“Total dick move, Langdon.” You say pulling him into a hug. His arms wrap around your waist tenderly.
“I missed you so much.” His whispers into the top of your head, nose breathing in your scent that just happens to be Jack’s shampoo.
Jack stood at the hub watching that whole scene. Tossing his bag on his shoulder and walking out for the day. This is just casual. He repeated to himself as he walked to his car. Just fucking casual.
You had switched back to day shifts. It was a slap in the face to Jack. He would walk in the ER and see the two of you together laughing it up. Langdon would squeeze behind you, hands coming to your waist, dick brushing up against your ass just to get by. Hands brushing up and lingering a tad too long as the two of you hand each other equipment.
Sex every other day became less and less frequent now. Only initiated by Jack whenever he would text you first. Whenever you came over, he tried to bury his feelings and hurt down but somehow, he would take it out on you. Fucking you so hard that you left deep red scratches on his back. Something to remind himself that he can still fuck you better than Langdon. He didn’t even know for sure if you were fucking Frank or not, but he wanted to leave reminders of himself on you. Bites on your tits, hard slaps on your ass leaving bruises, and childishly leaving you with a hickey that you got pissed at him about.
Frank saw and knew that it was just casual between Jack and you but also between you and him. Frank fucked you deeper and slower. A big difference from the man built like a brick wall. Frank was longer than Jack. His cock would hit that deep spongy part in you with ease by just simply bottoming out.
Frank rocked into you from behind. It started out as spooning, but you backed into him one too many times and now he’s deep inside you slowly thrusting up while his fingers rub at your clit.
“He doesn’t fuck you like I do.” He says so matter of fact. Cocky bastard. His hand drifts up from your clit to your lower stomach the tip of his cock so deep he can feel it bulge inside your belly. “He’s not deep inside you like me.”
The two of you rocked against each other in slow movements. His nose burying itself deep in your hair smelling his own shampoo. Every time you come over Frank washed your hair his long fingers scrubbing at your scalp getting only that clean, he doesn’t even care about the dried cum Jack left on your ass or chest from the night before.
Frank didn't brand you with bruises or bites like Jack did he just came deep inside of you. He knew you were on birth control, so he took advantage of it and left you full of himself. He loved to cum deep inside of you getting back quick and spreading your legs to watch you push him out.
"Don't let too much out baby." His long fingers coming to your cunt to gather his cum up and stuff it back inside.
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When Jack showed up you were still here. Passing off your patients and finishing up charting.
"You got a couple days off coming up. Any chance I'll see you in the morning? Rolling a stool up next to you watching the smile appear on your face as he whispers to you.
"I can be in your bed waiting for you. Face shoved in your pillow touching myself." Abbot looked around the hub watching people pass them by not even paying them any attention. Except Langdon.
He saw the way your head fell back as you laughed at whatever he said, Frank didn't want to admit he was jealous, he believed he had you in the palm of his hand but when you called, he answered quick.
"I'll see you tomorrow princess. Get outta here soon." Jack was going around checking rooms to see if they were cleared out when he came across one with Langdon in it changing. His shirt was off and his back was toward him. Jack saw the deep red scratches down his back, shamefully it turned him on to see that.
"Have fun with my girl tomorrow, Abbot." Frank winks at Jack tossing his shirt back on and grabbing his bag bumping his shoulder on the way out. All Jack could do was press his boner down with an iPad as he watched the two of you leave.
you'd always enjoyed summer bbqs at your parents. this one in particular turned out a treat. getting fucked by your dads best friend in the upstairs bathroom, bouncing on his cock until you were dizzy, seeing stars.
you'd known robby nearly all your life. that's what made it feel so wrong, he said as much following you upstairs, how you shouldn't be doing this as the door locked, his breath heavy and eyes dark when he's backing you up until your ass hits the sink cabinet. this is bad he breathed hard, really fuckin bad. fuck you were so wet. you'd started the games in your short skirt and polka dot bikini, bending over, rubbing in sunscreen. you celebrated silent victory when he adjusted himself in his trousers after you'd licked the spill of your beer, tongue sliding up the glass neck. you were his best friends daughter and barely legal to drink but he was hard at the sight of you.
your hand palmed the bulge in his trousers, jesus- fuck, his hips jerked and his hands came up to cup the back of his neck. you stifled a moan seeing his tee ride up which only made your hands work harder, rubbing along the outline of him, hearing him pant. enough was enough and now he's hooking his hands under your thighs, lifting you onto the counter and stepping between your legs. drivin me crazy all fuckin day, his huge hands raked up your thighs, you spread them on instinct, really shouldn't be doing this. your skirt has ridden up to your waist and his hands are under it, where your leg meets your hip and he can practically smell you. your panties are damp soaking, robby laughs under his breath when he sees, shaking his head. but i just can't help myself, his voice is low and gruff, you can't take any more, want you to touch me so bad, please- he practically growls, please robby nails digging into your flesh and then he's pulling your panties down. he slides them from your legs and brings them to his nose, taking in your arousal before pocketing the evidence.
dirty, dirty girl and then he runs a finger just where you need it, the thick pad swiping from your hole to your clit, rubbing the wetness in circles. he's not kissing you, but holding you in place by your hip as he hovers above, teasing, your hips are rocking, begging, you need him inside you so bad. robby, it comes out a whimper and he smirks, then two fingers drive into you hard. the noise that comes out of you is far too loud for where you are and he covers your mouth with his hand, fucking you with the other. need to stay quiet for me baby, don't want anyone to hear do we you shake your head against his hand, riding his fingers, wetness dripping down to the knuckle. you pull his hand away. need more, need your cock, how can he say no, looking up at him with big wide eyes, rolling your lip between your teeth. fuck me daddy please, his exhale is deep and he laughs to himself, knowing how well and truly fucked he is.
when his pants are unbuttoned and his cock springs free, you feel your mouth fall open. it's thick and hard, redenned because of how long you dragged this out for, he fists himself a couple of times and you lean back on your hands, spreading as far as you can for him. he lines himself up, rubbing the tip up and down your slit, fuck, the way you react to him is something else, rolling your hips, pussy glistening and then he looks at you when he slides in, slow and painful, stretching you like you've never felt before. his facial expressions mirror yours as your mouth falls into an 'o', brows turning up, watching your reaction as he bottoms out. then he stills, you okay? you nod quickly, then his fingers find your hips and he's pulling you to meet him. slow at first and then when he sees how good you take him, it's harder, faster, so deep.
oh my god, mmmmh, your legs are wrapped around him, he's moving you about like a rag doll, driving his huge cock into you like he's been thinking about this longer than he'd care to admit. fuck you're so tight, so good- he groans deep. wanted this so bad, you wanted me too huh? you're so wet, cunt dripping with every slam of his cock and all you can do is moan, tell me baby, tell me you wanted me too, wanted this old man to fuck you, and you did, you told him exactly what you wanted, how you thought of him bending you over in your childhood bedroom, eating your pussy from behind, his calloused hands touching you all over and he couldn't hold on much longer, a throaty groan as you confessed your sins. f-feels so- so good robby, you could barely get your words out as you felt your pussy clench, all whiny and panting. yeah? gonna cum soon angel, can i cum in this pretty pussy you nod far too quick, head falling back as you palm your tit, pulling it from your bikini top. his hips speed up and your moaning with every fuck, it's desperate and sneaky and messy and you feel that band tightening in your stomach, threatening to snap. mmm m gonna cum you whimper, cum with me baby come on good girl he snaps his hips hard and his hand comes up to press against the mirror behind you, fuck fuck fuck, his hips stutter and he spills his load right into you, jerking against your pussy a few times and then he finds your clit, two fingers rubbing tight circles until your humping his hand and coming around the cock still inside you.
he slows as you come down. when he pulls himself out, the warm white ropes drip from your cunt and it's so hot, you take your fingers and swipe through the stickiness, bringing it to your lips and sucking every last drop. he shakes his head, still panting, you're gonna ruin me aren't you...
you go back to the party as if nothing happened, both a little lighter on your feet. that night when you go to shower, you see a huge hand print on the mirror and smile to yourself, a cute reminder for your aching pussy <3
benjamin soldier boy fingers in our mouths yes 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
sorry for being gone guys here’s a little treat before i need to disappear again!
oh yes. soldier boy loves making you obsessed with his fingers in your mouth. he induces an oral fixation, makes you teethe all over again. he’s literally indestructible! you can do anything to his fingers and he won’t moan or complain!!
when he finishes with a cigar or a blunt or a joint, he makes you suck his fingers. they always have a lingering taste of bitterness, something you become absolutely obsessed with and a little addicted to by accident. sometimes he’ll dip his fingers in a little bit of his coke and let you suck on them.
ben lets you perch up in his lap, lets you nuzzle into him and rub against him anxiously as he takes his sweet ass time unzipping his baggy and pouring it out on the table for you. he brings his clean fingers up to his lips, licks each one to get the powder to stick, and dips them in. you squeeze your knees, watch intently as the white dust coats pale skin. you salivate with desire, whine with impatience.
“ben,” you moan, lolling your head. he’s taking too much time, you think, and it’s on purpose. ben smiles. “don’t be so needy. you’ll get what you want real soon, just coating it all up for you sweetheart.” he murmurs into your ear. he kisses your temple lovingly.
when he’s finished, the powder coats all the way from the tip to the crease at the knuckle. he brings it up to you, watching you with amusement as you bite your lip and rock back and forth. “what do you say?” ben taunts you, wiggling his fingers. the arm around your waist squeezes. you tense. “please, let me suck your fingers?” you mumble. he squeezes you again. “so ungrateful, can’t even speak up properly. y’know i’ll just wash my hands and waste all this down the drain instead, right?” you whine loudly, kicking. “please! please, ben, let me suck your fingers!” you exclaim. it pleases him, clearly, because the next second he’s pressing a finger to your lips and allowing it in.
you grab his wrist, lick your tongue up each digit. first the thumb, then middle, then pinky, and whichever ones are left. you chew at his joints, let your teeth dig deep into the flesh knowing it won’t harm him one single bit. yeah, it’s uncomfortable, but he doesn’t mind.
“there you go.” he rubs your waist, flutters his lashes at you. “take what you need, sweetheart. there’s plenty more where that came from.”
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cw: gunz, sb teaching u and not keeping his hands off you, some explicit content. not proofread ahhh. wc: 2.4k~
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he’d driven you out to a private forest clearing, with a lake nearby. a little spot he knew. the two of you sat with the roof of his vintage black classic down, the breeze brushing through the trees and against your hair.
beside you in the driver’s seat, ben licked the edge of a small, cherry-flavored rolling paper. he focused on securing the joint he was fashioning for the two of you. he was nearly finished, already packed the weed in snug. you couldn’t help but smirk at his posture: his back hunched over as he zeroed in on his task. his aviator sunglasses rested atop his head, pushing his hair back and out of the way, nearly a headband. the lenses reflected the sun. a meteor could strike and he wouldn’t notice until he was done.
feeling bored, you tapped your nails against the door armrest. you looked around at the trees. you sat up to see the lake in the near distance, the sun glistening off the ripples. you poked the fuzzy dice hanging from his rear view mirror. you rummaged through his glove compartment…
… and your brows shot up upon seeing a black pistol buried under documents and condoms.
you glanced over to see if he’d caught you snooping. his brows were still furrowed as he rolled the joint over the steering wheel. utterly enraptured by his weed. you smirked, feeling suddenly mischievous. with great care, you gently retrieved the firearm.
“put it down.” his voice rang beside you.
you tensed, suddenly feeling like a scolded child, then smiled faintly. you didn’t put it down. you treated it delicately, of course, purposely avoiding the trigger as you examined it. the metal was cool and heavy in your hand. “why is it in here?”
“needs to be,” he said simply. then, he took the gun from you, grabbing it by the barrel. he set it muzzle down in the empty cup holder between you before focusing his attention back to the blunt.
you tilted your head, unsatisfied, and stated matter-of-factly, “you’re indestructible.”
“you’re not.”
you raised a brow again, intrigued. “so it’s for me.”
“for assholes.”
“my hero.”
ben looked over at you then, sizing you up, half impressed, half perpetually annoyed.
“have you ever even been this close to a roscoe?”
you looked through your lashes. “… once or twice.”
that got his attention. he lowered the unfinished joint in his lap, looking you over again, his keen green eyes following a steady path down your figure. ben paused for a long moment, as if he was assessing you.
“when?”
“fourth of july.”
“what’d you shoot?” he sounded nearly fascinated. never in a million years would ben have guessed you did something like that. you were always such a sissy.
“the ground,” you confessed timidly.
the sharp sound of his laughter broke the peacefulness of nature surrounding you. his shoulders bounced, he tipped his head back against the headrest, and his eyes crinkled at the corners. he licked his lips and muttered something like jesus christ as he settled down, shaking his head and bringing the joint back up to work on again.
“you’re a card.” he stated. he gave the joint a final lick, pressing the paper down flush with the pads of his thumbs. he inspected it carefully before tucking it in his shirt pocket. he pushed his aviators back down, wearing them properly, hiding his eyes. “get out.”
you blinked, watching him open his door, grab the pistol, and step out of the car all in one motion. after a moment of hesitation, you followed.
he beckoned you over with a finger, his gun in his back pocket. ben’s hand snaked around your waist when you were close enough and he leaned against the hood of his car. he thumbed your hip and raised his hand, moving it to follow the horizon.
your eyes followed. the lake’s shore lapped at the dirt a few respectable paces away, the water slightly murky. surrounding you, conifers and hardwood cast sparse shadows. their leaves occasionally swayed with the soft breeze, and the unmistakable smell of sap comforted you in a strange way.
his voice recaptured your attention. “pick a tree.”
you looked over at him, a surge of disbelief passing through you. he really trusted you enough to do this?
you shook your head. “i don’t wanna shoot a tree.”
ben rolled his eyes. “hippie,” he muttered, reaching into another pocket of his. he pulled out his cherry rolling papers and ripped two out- then crumpled them into little balls. you blinked in surprise at the sacrifice of two perfectly good rolling papers.
“put these in your ears,” he commanded. and so you did. the sounds of the lake’s waves, the chirping of the birds, the swish of tree branches brushing against each other muffled.
without warning, he grabbed your waist in both hands, and yanked you in front of him. with his chest flush against your back, he wrapped an arm around your middle and fished his pistol out of his pocket. he brought it out to show off.
you knew not to reach for it. he turned it in his hands. his chin brushing against the back of your head. “this bitch’s no joke, you hear me, doll?”
you nodded. he grunted in approval, then flipped the gun back, left side up. he flicked the safety off, keeping the nose pointed to the ground.
gently, ben’s hand smoothed across your stomach, to your hip, and up your side. he trailed his palm over your forearm and down to your hand. being this close to him, you could hear each little inhale and exhale of his. you could feel his breath brush against your ear. you fought the urge to shiver, especially when his hand found yours. he lifted it and guided it to hold the grip of the gun, adjusting your fingers to stay clear of the trigger.
his hand wrapped firmly around yours, keeping your fingers temporarily disabled, the gun still pointed to the dirt. he squeezed your hand, and you felt something click beneath your palm. your heart raced.
“that was the grip safety,” he said, his voice calm. you nodded once, relaxing.
his other hand gestured in front of you, to a dead tree stump about sixty feet away, maybe four feet tall. it sat unimposing at the opposite shore of the lake, gray and peeling bark, surrounded by its living kin.
“see that stump?”
you nodded.
“aim for that.”
“… okay.”
his grip around your hand on the gun remained. you felt the grainy surface of the grip on your skin. his other hand moved, guiding your left hand to the gun in the same fashion he did the other. ben hummed in approval as he fixed your hands over the grip.
wordlessly, he guided your arms up, the gun still snug inside your fingers. he straightened your arms outright, then maneuvered your right index finger to rest gently on the trigger guard.
“don’t move your finger yet,” he said, his voice in your ear. you swallowed.
his hands left yours, leaving the breeze to brush over them, the coldness emphasizing the loss. he ran his hands slowly up your wrists, to the sensitive skin of the inside of your elbows, and he stopped to hold your biceps. he kept his feet planted firmly outside yours, his broad chest flush against your back.
you pressed your thighs together, his touch molding, and you avoided exhaling too shakily. though, you were almost certain he could hear your pounding heart. just the thought of his awareness made your cheeks flush.
“now…” he let go of one of your arms, his chin by your ear. he gently tapped the small, triangular-shaped bump on top of the pistol once, the one closest to your eye; then the bump further away, on the very tip of the barrel.
“sights. front and rear. as you can see, front is a post, rear is a notch. you line ‘em up both horizontally and vertically, at the center of that stump… and you’ve got your aim.”
you squeezed one eye shut to line the sights up, doing your best to center them as he instructed on the awaiting stump. he shifted, leaning over to look at your face, assessing briefly. he smiled faintly.
“now, i know that might feel right, sweets, but it’s better to keep both those pretty eyes open.”
his voice was cogent. you quickly reopened your eye, exhaling. you could hear the faintest of chuckles leave him.
he licked his lips and slid his hands up back to yours on the gun. one held both of yours in place securely, and the other reached to grab his gun by the barrel, between the sights. he slid the slide back, exposing the metal barrel underneath, and it made a clicking noise that made your brows furrow. he let it go, covering the barrel once again.
“she’s cocked. don’t you move a muscle till i tell you to.”
he found his place behind you again, his chest against you. he squeezed your shoulders gently before he smoothed his rough hands down your upper back, over the ridge of your bra, down to the dip of your waist. you blinked slowly, your eyes darting momentarily to the ground, then back up. you knew you needed to focus, not let his carnal touch divert your attention.
he ran his thumbs back and forth over your waist. his hands were warm and unmoving, and you couldn’t help but notice he kept your ass pressed firm against his hips, the print of his dick faint but felt. it made your breath hitch, but you remained planted against him. and when you heard a rough, faint groan leave his lips right in your ear? you wanted to ditch this whole shooting lesson.
when he spoke again, his voice was considerably softened. but it still made your heart skip. it pulled you back into what this was supposed to be. “you can put your finger on the trigger now, but do not put pressure on it.”
you swallowed again, nodding, regrouping, and you moved your finger carefully off the guard and onto the cool trigger. it was a strange sense of power. one pull and a killing stone would come out at 800 feet per second.
“atta girl. don’t pull yet. take your time, give yourself at least half a minute to aim. then you fire.”
you held the gun pointed where you wanted, taking slow, shuddering breaths, heeding his words. he trusted your judgment, the good head on your shoulders. you’re not so reckless to fire when you’re not confident. and you’re listening so well to each of his instructions.
you lined up the sights, acquiring yourself a good shot, but damn if his closeness didn’t make you blush. as if sensing your temperament at the moment, ben nuzzled his half hard cock against your ass with a slow exhale, causing you to gasp faintly.
your chest sank, about to lower the gun. but he spoke again, this time whispering gravelly. “now… shoot when you want. it’s gonna recoil, and it’s gonna recoil pretty fuckin hard, so be prepared for that.”
he lowered his hands from your waist to grip your hips. the feeling made you breathe uneven, just one short breath that didn’t escape his notice. he smiled, but for once didn’t point it out. not now. he held you tight, not letting you move even an inch away. having your precious self this close was too good to not take advantage of. just feeling your body heat seep into his sent blood straight down. he breathed heavy through his nose, right in your ear, and he gave your hips a gentle squeeze.
you pulled, and a loud bang- one you didn’t anticipate to be so booming because of the rolling papers- rang out when you applied pressure to the trigger. and not even half a second later, the sound of the bullet hitting the stump met your ears. just as he said, the recoil shoved you back. right into him.
tree branches shook as birds fled from them, and you gasped loud. his arm came around you immediately, and ben snatched the gun from your hands harshly by the barrel, quickly flicking something on it down with a click. you heard his laughter in your ear, your heart pounding.
“ha-ha! fuck, baby, you hear that? you hit that shit dead fuckin’ center. that’s my girl.”
he tucked the gun away, adjusting you forcefully to face him. his grin was unmoving, plastered on his face shamelessly. he gave you a shake as he laughed, and after getting your bearings, you finally sighed in relief. you smiled coyly, your hand bracing against his chest. and when you saw your stunned reflection in his sunglasses lenses, you finally laughed alongside him.
“i hit it?”
“did you hit it? yeah, you fuckin’ hit it,” he rubbed your arm, ruffling your clothes. he pointed to the stump. “see for yourself.”
you looked over, narrowing your eyes to see better. sure enough, near the center of the trunk, a hole from the bullet was marked. you picked the balled up rolling papers out of your ears. you let out a disbelieving laugh, grinning, feeling a twinge of pride for yourself. you just shot a gun and hit your target.
you were pulled out of your thoughts by a large hand smacking your ass, the slap causing you to freeze. his laugh deepened by your ear, his arm around you caging. he adjusted you in front of him, practically manhandling you, your hair catching in the wind.
your face fell at the proximity. your chest pressed flush against his made eye contact difficult. but ben hooked his finger under your chin, his other hand sliding down to grip your ass and pull you even closer. that’s when you registered it. him, the hard bulge of his cock straining against his jeans, pressing into your hip. your eyes widened.
“my little sharpshooter,” he said fondly. he leaned in to kiss you roughly, his teeth knocking against yours. it was as brief as it was aggressive, and it left you breathless and squirming.
he grinned, plucking the joint he rolled out of his shirt pocket, taking it between his lips. his other hand found your ass again, and with half lidded eyes, ben rutted his cock against you, just once. enough to make you gasp.
“now, why don’t you be a good girl and bend over this hood for me?”
a/n: can u tell i’ve missed the shooting range. if sb was my instructor id never miss a lesson. ugh this is soooooo dialogue heavy i don’t usually write like this i hope it lands well. as i said in a previous post, fighting through my feeling of un-motivation. this was fun to write tho. more content to come, ily guys~~~
︵ ೀ mdni. quickie with shiu during his lunch break
“you’re more sensitive than usual.”
shiu leans back in his office chair, hands steady on your hips as you move in his lap. panties shoved to the side, and you’re riding him slow but deep, chasing the feeling you’ve missed for weeks.
after weeks of busy schedules, today you both finally lined up a free lunch slot and you showed up at his door flushed and impatient.
“been a while, hasn’t it?” he murmurs against your neck. he sounds a little surprised every time you get like this, but he doesn’t push the thought. instead he guides your rhythm, letting you bounce at your own pace while his thick length fills you completely.
you whimper softly and roll your hips harder, thighs trembling around him. every drag of him inside you feels fuller and hotter than usual after the dry spell. he notices right away.
“easy, baby. you’re shaking already.” his thumbs stroke your waist under your top. “all that time apart and now you’re this worked up. couldn’t wait, could you?”
you nod, biting your lip as you keep moving, taking him again and again. the chair creaks quietly under you. the thought of someone walking past his office door adds a rush, but you don’t slow down. you needed this. needed him.
shiu lets out a rough breath, eyes heavy as he watches you. “fuck… you feel so good. missed this so much.” he thrusts up to meet you, burying himself deeper, and you gasp at the sudden spark. he’s so hard, so warm, stretching you so right after weeks of nothing.
“so greedy,” he says, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “guess going without for so long made you extra needy.” his hand slides up your back, pulling you closer so your chest presses against him. “sneaking into my office just to ride me on lunch break. you really couldn’t hold out anymore, huh?”
you moan against his shoulder, moving faster. the ache in your body builds quick and heavy. he feels it too—the way you tighten around him. and he’s enjoying it so much, watching his pretty young girlfriend use him like you want. his cock throbs inside you, rock hard and pulsing as you ride him faster.
“don’t stop, baby,” he whispers near your ear. “keep bouncing on me. i want to feel you cum all over my cock before my next meeting.”
you weren’t supposed to sleep with anyone on this trip, let alone fall in love with them. but he was exactly your type—lonely, single, older, rich, handsome. you met him at a bar down the road from the motel, flirting with him over cheap beers and a game of pool—which you won, but you know he just let you win because he thought you were pretty.
the bar is within walking distance of the motel so he walks you back to your room, which is a few rooms down from his. he lets you go before heading back to his own room for the night. he manages a few steps away from you before you stop him, asking if he perhaps wants to come in for a nightcap.
“i don’t think i should..”
“oh..”
“sorry, kid..”
“kid?”
robby pauses, huffing out a short laugh before stepping towards you and smiling down at you.
“yeah, kid.. you’re like what, half my age?”
“didn’t stop you flirting with me at the bar or letting me win that game of pool..”
“that’s different.”
“how?”
again, robby pauses, not entirely sure how to answer your question. because to him, it is different. he’s a different person when he’s necked back two cans of cheap beer, and you were so easy to flirt with. but he knows that’s not a good enough excuse as to why he even sidled up to you at the bar in the first place. because he wasn’t drunk then and you were still half his age. maybe it was his ego, some primal urge inside him to fuck some pretty young thing like yourself—a way to prove that he still had it.
“just.. just is.”
“mmhm, okay..” you roll your eyes, cross your arms and take a step closer to him, the smell of his aftershave burning up your nostrils. your eyes flick up to look at his, usually soft, brown eyes, now slightly darkened and widened. “y’know.. it’s.. uhm.. s’funny actually..”
“what is?”
“that you think it doesn’t turn me on when you call me kid..”
“hmm..” robby hums, nodding at you, before he takes a step back and winks, then continues, “g’night kid..”
“really?”
“i can’t sleep with you..”
“but you want to?”
of course he fucking does. morally it’s not right, but he needs you more than anything else in the world right now. needs to have you writhing underneath his grip while his head is buried between your legs. needs to have your eyes rolling back in your head and your body going limp as he slides his cock into you, filling you up and stuffing you full.
“like i said.. g’night kid..”
you rolled your eyes as he walked away, back to his room. his door clicked shut as you stood there in silence, completely dumbfounded. you’re pretty sure this is worse than the time you got publicly friend zoned in the eleventh grade by the boy you had a serious crush on. you huffed out a breath of air before sulking back into your room, flopping down onto your bed. you raised your head slightly to check the time and groaned. how is it only just gone ten o’clock.
it wasn’t long before you found yourself scrolling social media on your phone, trying to make yourself tired enough to fall asleep. the only thing stopping you was him. robby. the way he called you kid, how easily it rolled off his tongue. and god, what you wouldn’t give to hear him say it in your ear, rough and raspy, like he knows he shouldn’t be saying it.
a loud knock at your door shook you from your thoughts—and forced you to bring your hand from between your legs, that you somehow had subconsciously slid down there. the door was barely opened, before you were being pushed back into your room by robby, the door slamming shut behind him.
“okay.. fuck it, yes i do want to sleep with you..”
“knew it.”
“y’always such a smartass?”
you just grinned up at him, letting him guide you to your bed, gently pushing you down and allowing you to get comfy before he joined you. he situated himself between your legs, one hand gripping your face, slightly squishing your cheeks. he leant down to press a soft kiss to your lips, feeling you lift your hips to grind against his crotch.
sammy bryant as your perv coworker who acts as your personal bodyguard on when the precinct goes out to the bar...
it's a hot summer night in LA. you're wearing your tightest, prettiest dress. you get a little too tipsy, some dude gets a little too handsy, and sammy's shoving him off of you with the practiced ease of a gang detective, along with a muttered "watch it, motherfucker."
to you, sammy looks like an angel under the dimmed lights. his chubby cheeks are flushed a light pink and his curls are all messy. without giving it much thought, you wrap your arms around his thick neck, backing him into a dark corner. "sammy, c'mere..."
he indulges you, of course, his hands finding a respectful place over the midsection of your back. "one too many vodka crans, huh?" he teases you as his mouth curves into that signature sideways smirk.
"mmmhm..." you giggle back at him. you shouldn't find it so hot that he's memorised your drink of choice. "mm... sammy?"
"yeah?" he whispers.
"i think you're sooo pretty..."
sammy laughs under his breath in response, ducking his head. he's flattered— he knows he's not exactly the definition of pretty, but he'll take any kind of compliment from a girl who looks like you. "you do?" he replies, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"mhm," you hum sweetly, nodding. "and i know it might be naughty to say this, 'cause you're all married and stuff, but–" you lean in clumsily, voice dropping to a hushed whisper against his ear, "i've always wanted to suck your cock..."
"... what?" you catch sammy completely off guard. he's always respected you as a member of the team, but when you're not in the field you look so sweet and polite. he had no idea you had such a dirty little mouth.
you continue, emboldened by the alcohol. "yeah. or... or like ride it or something... or.... sorry, don't know what'm sayin', you're just really hot..."
sammy exhales a little, shaking his head. he's so turned on right now that his wife is the last thing on his mind. "no, no, it's alright, you're drunk." his nose is full of your perfume, dark cherry and amber and cinnamon, and it makes his head spin.
then, your back arches slightly under his touch and his common sense goes out of the window. "y'know what? just dance with me a little."
he rocks you slowly to the beat of the song, his breathing harsh against your cheek. his hands dip down to your ass, pressing you into his crotch so you can feel the hard line of his cock through his jeans.
your breath hitches when you feel it. "sammy, 's wrong..."
"what's wrong, sweetheart? we're just dancin'," he murmurs, even as he grinds forward into you, one of his big hands drifting up your thigh under your dress until it hits the lace of your panties. "just dancin', that's all."
you wedge his thick thigh between yours, rubbing up on his stiff cock as you lose yourself to the thrum between your legs. "mmh.. fuck, sammy..." you sigh out against his neck.
"yeah, that's right, sweetheart," he groans as he scans the room behind you— everyone's way too busy downing beers and trading stories at the bar to notice the way you two are grinding on each other in the back, how his hand is shamelessly palming your ass. then, sammy gets a bright idea: "y'wanna come to the bathroom with me, baby? i'll help you pee."
"but i don't need to pee, sammy," you whine, pressing yourself impossibly closer to his body. "just wanna dance with you all night..."
he chuckles at your drunken stubbornness, then pats your ass before extracting his hand from under your dress. "wanna know a secret?" he asks softly, already leading you by the waist towards the bathroom door. you nod carelessly as you follow him.
"you're not gonna pee," he whispers. "i'm gonna give you what you wanted, yeah? gonna get my cock in you."
𓏵 ┊ jack “ i’ve got tattoos older than you, sweetheart.” abbot .
it’s well after midnight, and you were already way past your curfew for making it back home. the sky was washed over with a cosmic touch that glinted tiny, shimmering dots as you stepped out of your friends car. her tank was running on empty, and it’s a blessing that the car could even carry itself all the way to the nearest gas station on the map.
your friend situates herself out of the car moments after you, before heading inside of the convenience store as you follow along.
the cool air condition hits your skin — a complete contrast to the warm, humid air outside that makes your skin feel heavy and sticky. you trail behind your friend, practically glued to her side. just two young woman hip to hip finding whatever necessities you two are craving plus the indispensable gas refill.
you’re looking at the candy, bending eye level to examine the different options: gummy bears, twin snacks and life-savers before bumping into some man as you rose back up.
“woah— gotta watch where you’re going, little miss.” a gruff voice says behind you, as their hand ghosts over your lower back ensuring that you don’t lose your balance making your head tilt to catch his face.
“oh, i’m so sorry!” you apologize instinctively.
he was a handsome man. you honestly couldn’t keep your eyes off of him the moment you caught up to your friend, before telling her about the small interaction between you two. an older, exhausted looking man with the perfect mix of sprinkled grey hairs throughout his brunet curls, and the wrinkles near the corners of his eyes that creased with a smile.
stealing a few glances while trying to be discreet only to fail miserably once you two lock eyes twice, making your veins run warmer as you quickly avert your eyes. though it’s not as if he’s any sneakier, not when his eyes are sizing you up in that stupidly skimpy dress of yours as he slowly approaches your way brushing right next to you.
“can you ring these up as well, sir.” he slides a canned beer and a freshly made cup of coffee on the counter next to you and your friends goodies as he tugs his wallet from out of his front pocket and pays for your items.
you part your lips, your brain scrambling for the right words to say. “thank you s—”
“no worries, kid.” the corners of his lip curl into a charmingly, lopsided smile as he cuts off your words. “you should be more cognizant about how you look at peop— men.” he informs you, while correcting his words in that tantalizing gruff voice of his. “don’t wanna get yourself in trouble.” his head tilts, intaking over your features.
“uh, yes sir…” you nod, a bit confused yet somewhat appreciative since he paid for you and your friends snacks. but brief shift of silence as his gaze lingered a little longer — soft, but still able to thicken the tension between the two of you. “sir?” he chuckles to himself, “do i really look that ancient?” he grins, poking at your slight state of panic.
“no— no, you don’t! i was just trying to be respectful!” you utter, hands throwing up in innocent as your lips curl into a downward smile. “i’m just kidding, sweetheart.” the corner of his mouth quirks, and his eyes crease just a bit.
josie u know how ur amazing and wonderful and brilliant…. i need more shen x reader x abbot idgaf what maybe them finding out reader has a tramp stamp? and they’re just keep getting her to bend over orrrrrr idc GIMMIE ANYTHING PLEASE
hello my dear! i gooootchu, thss kind of goes hand in hand with what we were talking about in freakville ;)
you’ve got your heels in your hands as you rush to the changing station. “woah hot rod! gonna knock someone over,” dana calls out to you, and you throw a smile at her once you reach your destination. you’d been called in after a hectic day shift, which meant your night crew would have a lot to clean up.
“what’s the occasion?” Dr. Toomarian whistled, eyeing you down as you type in your code. “ahh…had a date. don’t wanna hear it,” you cut off the bajillion jokes and questions you knew would come from her, “but it wasn’t looking like it was gonna end in good taste anyway. i haaate guys who only talk about themselves the whole time. blegh.” you stick out your tongue playfully as you finally get your stuff open, only to see your change of scrubs were gone, the only thing there were a pair of back up shoes.
your jaw drops with an exasperated sound of disbelief, eyes wide as you grab your shoes. “oh my god, i-my fucking scrubs are…” you pause as you remember how you took them home a few days ago to wash, the image of them on your couch folded clear in your mind. you sigh, and the cool air against your bare legs feels like a taunt.
“i took my scrubs home to wash, and forgot them.” you sigh, combing back your hair with your fingers. “oh shit, you need a pair? i got some in mine,” she offers, her thumb angled back to the opposite locker. “no, no it’s fine. i’ll get some out the refill thing.” “oh…the tech is all down, i thought they told you. don’t even worry bout’ it-you can wear mine,” she says while moving past you, and you don’t fight her as you sigh out a thank you.
she hands them to you before leaving to check in with her patient. and while you’re thankful, Nazely is a little smaller than you, so the pair fits you a little..too perfectly. a little tight around your ass and thighs, and the shirt was a bit too small, small enough to ride up your stomach with every swing of your arms.
you tuck your hair behind you ears as you find your attendees, sighing again at the small inconvenience that you could’ve easily avoided had you not been in a rush the other night. “talk to me,” you walk up to Dr. Abbot and Dr. Shen outside a patient door, and their eyes take their time raking over you. “have a growth spurt over night kiddo?” Shen cracks, and you pull a forced sarcastic smile,
“har har. i wasn’t in scrubs when i came, my spares aren’t here, these aren’t mine.” “where were you comin’ from? you had a hot date?” Abbot jokes, though falls visibly shocked when you confirm. “not hot, but it was definitely a date. i’d rather be here though, was getting boring.” “you’d rather hang around sick and dying people?” “of course, what’re saturday’s for?” you smile, leading the way around the ED so they can catch you up to speed.
you walk a little ahead of them (because they’re old, and can’t be bothered to speed walk with you), and as mentioned, your shirt was tight on you, riding up with each swing of the arms. so as Abbot is giving you the run down, something catches Shen’s eye.
he sees the little fine lines that occupy your hips, and as they sway he gets the tiniest peak of your tattoo. your tramp stamp. he takes in a breath, silently cursing himself as warmth grows in his chest, wanting to look away but the harder he looked, the more of it he wanted to see.
“that’s Shens patient though,” Jack nudged him, his head snapping up, and just in time because you’re looking back at him with curious eyes. “i’m..i’m sorry, who?” he cocks his head, a little embaressed by how easily distracted he got. “mrs. laverne, your patient with the puss coming out the eye?” Jack jogs his memory, a playfully annoyed tone on his tongue.
you scoff a laugh as you face forward again, “oh! yeah, yeah. senior citizen, simply eye infection…” through his monologue he nudges elbows with Jack, pointing down at the display in front of him. he audibly stammers, holding his chest while he clears his through, shaking his head at the display.
his eyes squint, trying to get a better look at the peaking ink, though your shirt hides most of it. that’s taunting, to say the least. he makes a whistling face to Shen, shaking his head before trying to act casual, looking around and scratching the back of his neck.
he waited and waited for the moment your shirt lifts completely so they can see the ink, but it didn’t come. he sighs when you turn around to face them, eyes flickering away quickly. and i guess his face tells more than it should, because you immediately catch him. “you’re red, dr. Abbot. your old age catchin’ up to you finally?” you joke, and he scoffs a laugh, rubbing his hands down his face.
“me? no, nev-never. they call me the energizer bunny for a reason. i’m just…hot.” he shrugs, and you don’t give it a second thought as you give him a little giggle, turning around the corner. when they know you’re actually out of earshot, the two men let out a big breath, eyes hard on each other with one thing racing in mind.
“dude. i…wow.” Shen started first, shaking his head. “haven’t seen a tramp stamp since my resident days, jesus. did you get a good look?” they whisper amongst themselves. “nah, just barely. looks like words and other shit but..damn. like, daamn.” he shakes his head.
“words? i only saw the squiggles on the side. did you make out anything?” “nah, bet i can make out what it is faster than you.” he shrugs, and Jack grins. “oh yeah? bet i can see the whole thing before four o’clock.” and it’s a deal as they sprint over to an incoming patient.
you didn’t know how it started, or if you were just making it up in your head, but your attending were like..fucking all over you. you had to be imagining it.
there’s no other way to spin it, you guess. Shen is just a nice guy, you don’t look too into it when he rubs at your back, only when he goes lower and lower until it’s resting right against your tailbone, playing with the hem of your shirt while he spoke with you. whatever, you’re going crazy.
you also think you’re going crazy when he later pulls at your shirt to hold you back, the cool air gushing underneath the fabric as he hooks it under his finger. he just didn’t want you running off like you always do. right!
“hey-get in there doctor [last name],” Dr. Abbot forcefully pushed you down, his head keeping you steady at the middle of your shoulder blades. you stammer over yourself, eyes widening in shock as you keep your head down at the task at hand, feeling your shirt lift slightly. “incision with precision, you’ll kill em if you’re not looking hard enough ok?” “mhm, yeah ok. s-sorry.” you nod quickly, trying to hide how flustered you were.
dr. Abbot and Shen on the other hand are glancing over at each other, with Abbots hand still holding you down he leans his head back a little to scan you, fuck. almost there. he shakes his head quickly at Shen before pulling off. a small look of couldn’t see it.
you start to catch on that the attention was intentional when… “i like your tattoos.” Abbot says, and when you look up he’s talking to your older patient, not you. “thanks, surpised they’re still kickin’, got em mostly in 88’. you got any of your own?” you listen in, looking between them but Jack doesn’t spare you a glance.
“me? oh, nah. never was my thing because i couldn’t think of anything cool, but i like them on other people. had a girlfriend thing in med school, she had a tramp stamp. i thought it was the hottest thing, still is. haven’t seen one of those since, though.” that makes your ears perk up, brows raising as you clean off his wound.
the man whistles, “whew, haven’t seen onea’ those either. remember when they were real popular, everyone and their mother had one. what about you, missy? you got any ink?” he asks you, and Jack finally meets your eye. you giggle a little, “yeah, a few. mostly where the sun don’t shine.”
your breaking point of the situation was in the main area, you at your desk catching up on charting. it was probably around four, and you’re already sporting a coffee. you stand and bend over your table to shred a few documents, when you’re jolted out of your body—Shen had landed a hard slap against your hips, just between where your ass met the curve of your back in passing.
you suck in a breath at the intrusion, only to turn your head to see him and Abbot walking talking leisurely. “uh-dr. Shen???” you call bad in shock, and both men turn to meet your face as if nothing happened. “sorry, did that hurt? was just trying to lighten up the mood.” “yeah you look bent outta shape. did he hit something?” Abbot asks, and it hits you.
your shirt is so small, and it’s been riding up all shift. is THAT what’s this all about?? the realization makes you smiling, scoffing a chuckle as you shake your head. you spot an empty room behind them, setting your pin down and rubbing at the back of your neck. “follow me.” you say carelessly, and the men exchange glances before following you.
you let them enter first and close the door, shutting the curtain with a sigh. “is this why you’ve been bothering me all night?” you shoot them a look before turning around, and they suck in a breath when you lift your shirt over your back, giving them the full view of your tramp stamp.
they fein closer, Abbot squinting as he reads it, “lucky you.” on the sides of your curves there’s symmetrical fine like designs sitting pretty, but it was far behind them now. lucky. you. “i asked a question.” you speak, and they straighten up with a quickness, clearing throats and looking around bashfully.
“bothering you? no, no i mean i wouldn’t—” “yeah it-it was more like..investigating. wow.” Abbot whistles, meeting your face as you turn back around, a sly look on your face. “investigating? that’s what you’re calling it, not sexual harassment??” you joke, giggling watching their faces flip with worry.
“calm down, i’m kidding. i’m not mad, but if you’re gonna bend me over all night at least take me to dinner first. or paris.” you roll your eyes, and they chuckle nervously with you. “we were just curious, promise. it’s..it’s cute.” “it’s slutty, too.” Abbot adds, and you nod with a giggle. “thank you.”
they hang back as you pull back the curtains, “you’re lucky i don’t take it to HR, perverts.” you wink, finally exiting the room as if nothing happened.
bonus!
“lucky you. that’s so fucking hot.” Shen sighs, still accompanying the room, watching you strut past it. “s’pornographic, that’s what it is. also did…she said paris, right? you don’t think she…” he shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. “no, no. surely she didn’t mean.. yknow.” Shen shrugs, and Abbot sighs, nodding his head frantically.
“yeah nono, surely. i mean it..wouldn’t be crazy going to paris..with her,” he shrugs, eyeing his buddy as they exit the room, “but nah, she didn’t mean that. surely.” they catch your gaze in passing, and you’ve still got the flirty grin across your face, and they notice the way your hips sway. “yeah. surely.” Shen looks over.
a/n: this grew a mind of it’s own and yeah….that’s it really i have nothing to say tbh
tags/warnings: mdni!!!, infidelity, jack abbot is NOT a wife guy, use of “jackie” and “kiddo”, HUGEEEE age gap (but it’s legal), trash talking, implied future cuckqueaning + voyeurism(?), pinv (wrap it before you tap it), riding
jack abbot considered himself, by all accounts, a good man. he was a lovely neighbour, husband and friend.
so when jack kissed his wife over the kitchen counter, muttering to her about how he’s spending the day “helping the kid next door” fix her terrible air conditioning problem?
she didn’t bat an eye. instead, she shouted out over her shoulder about bringing the mail in once he’s done.
and he did fix your little air conditioning problem!
he just took you riding his cock in your living room as payment.
“god, she doesn’t even put out like this anymore,” jack breathes out, his hips thrusting up to meet your bounces. “fucking tight, college pussy waiting for me–”
his eyes squeeze shut as he’s cut off by a moan, head falling to the back of the couch. his hands hover awkwardly around your waist – the s
“hnng, jackie,” you whimper, your hands falling to meet his chest. “‘s too much for me.”
jack opens his eyes at the sound of your voice, and he’s greeted with the most beautiful sight.
you.
your jaw slack as you bounce tirelessly up and down on his cock, tits bouncing in his face as you drew pleasure from him, your face contorting in that tell-tale sign he knows all too well.
“i know, baby, i know,” jack coos, brushing a damp piece of hair from your forehead, before pinning it behind your ear. “jackie’s sooo big for you, but you don’t want him fucking someone else, do you?”
he bites back a smile at your very insistent nod.
“jackie was saving his cum for you, did you know that?”
“really?” you sniffle, eyes searching his.
“really,” jack hums, thrusting up harder now.
you collapse into his chest, his arms stabilising you as he continues to drive his cock deeper into your pussy, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. he buries his face into your face, sighing when he smells the scent he told you to use - before placing a tender kiss to your temple.
“didn’t fuck my wife because i wanted to fuck you, kiddo. lied to her,” jack starts, his voice muffled by your hair. “maybe one day i let her watch, huh?”
as soon as those words leave jack’s mouth, you let out an involuntary moan, pussy clenching around his cock. grinding your hips desperately against him, you tighten the hold you have on his chest.
“would she touch?” you whine, burying your head deeper into his neck.
he lets out a low grunt, string of curses as he feels you fuck yourself back onto him. “my girl would like that? she’d like jackie’s wife watching them fuck? good idea kiddo, maybe she’d learn how to take dick from a pro.”
you nod frantically before he hooks two fingers gently under your chin, forcing to meet his fucked out gaze.
