Stress Relief (WhitakerxFemNurse!Reader Smut)
CW: smut, sexual language, burnout/stress, shoulder/neck massage, use of the word "panties," kissing, breast touching, fingering (female receiving), oral sex (male receiving), swearing, viewer discretion is advised.
Premise: Stress is adding up from work and the every day drudgery of being an adult for Reader. Whitaker offers some stress relief with a shoulder massage that takes a steamy turn.
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"Hold on just a sec," you paused the show you were watching with your boyfriend in order to attend to the jarring buzz your washing machine emitted. You emptied the clothes from the washer and into the dryer with a light sigh. One of your pant legs had caught on the agitator in the middle of the of the drum. Once you'd freed the pesky fabric and hauled it out with a slight huff, you chucked it into the dryer with its brethren. You rubbed the back of your neck slightly, then down to where the nape met the shoulder. It had been tight with tension recently and yanking out the pants gave it an extra twinge.
You began the dryer cycle and returned to the sofa, plopping back down next to Dennis. Before you could even pick up the remote, he asked, "Is your neck bothering you?" You hadn't noticed his eyes on you, but he had clearly been paying attention.
"Kinda. But it's fine," you tried to assure him, "it's just a little tensed up right now."
"You know, stress and burnout are common in our profession," he urged you, but there was an air of playfulness about it.
"You don't have to tell me," you said with an eyeroll, but a slight smile to match his energy.
"The statistics are pretty high, especially compared to other departments."
"Yeah, yeah. I was there for the big turnover in 2021. They said it was something like one in three nurses, but it felt like my coworkers were dropping like flies."
"So, you sure your neck is 'fine'?" He smirked at you and you settled into defeat. Before you could even blink, he tucked his feet under himself on the cushion and launched over the back of the couch, to the other side, so he could stand behind you. "Let me help, healing hands, right?"
You laughed, because he was so corny sometimes. You loved that about him; it was just so....wholesome. "Yeah, sure, hon." He could hear the joking sarcasm in your tone but knew he wasn't dismissed as you dropped your head forward and swept your hair away from your neck for him. Warm thumbs ran their way up the nape of your neck, just on either side of your cervical column. It instantly felt relaxing, but also immensely pleasurable.
"Fuuuuck," you muttered lowly and he added a little more pressure. "Mmhmm," you agreed to the move and encouraged him to continue. After several more strokes to that area, he changed to the other spot he had seen you rub and ran the heels of his palms up your shoulder blades and then dug his fingers into the soft flesh where your neck met your shoulders. You could have sworn you saw stars for half a second, with the intense sensation it gave you. "Oh, God! Right there!" You exclaimed, and then hissed out a low, "yessss."
Whitaker, meanwhile, thanked the universe and his own good-thinking to stand behind the couch so you couldn't see his...situation. The first 'fuck' you had uttered caused his blood to pump faster and it immediately made route to his dick. Each little noise from you only pumped another hit of blood there and he was achingly hard. As his thumbs worked the muscles of your shoulders, his fingertips pressed against your collarbones. Feeling the rigid bone under touch was sexy somehow. He never thought he'd find clavicles attractive, of all things. Studying anatomy for years, he'd never thought much about them. But feeling the solid reminder that you were truly there, that this wasn't a dream... It was a reassurance that he was lucky enough to have you, to be in this situation. You let out a lacivious moan again and a, "That feels so good, Dennis," and he could feel his cock twitch in direct response.
Your sexual response was less physically noticeable, granted, but you felt the exact same way. Each touch sent a trail of conflicting shivers and warmth down your body: first through your spine and then down your limbs. But your body also interpreted the pleasure in a way that made this feel like foreplay. Little shocks inched up your thighs and you could feel the wetness, and the aching desire, grow. You clenched your thighs together, trying not to tense up the top part of your body, trying to keep it hidden just how good he was making you feel, and to not undo all of his work.
You knew he had to be tiring out or maybe even cramping up (although you had once seen him administer chest compressions for a whole sixteen minutes, so maybe not). You relieved him of that duty, sitting up straight and releasing your hair. "Thank you. Seriously," you said and started to get up.
"Hey, yeah. Stress relief, right?" He asked, a bit nervous that you were now rounding the couch and approaching him.
"Uh huh, something like that," you murmured and touched his opposite cheek, turning his face towards you so you could hungrily crash your lips against his.
"Mmf!" He surrendered a surprised little sound against your mouth before he kissed you back. He was determined not to let you know revved up he already was, lest you think he was a pervert or a weirdo for getting hard just touching your shoulders. Even though it wasn't so much that, but the sounds you had made. He fell into the kiss and turned towards you, but was careful not to have your lower halves near each other. When your hands started to roam down to his waist, he panicked that you could pull him closer, and grabbed your hands. He lifted them up and entwined your fingers, then held them at a level where he could control and maneuver you. With your elbows pointed down and tucked in near your waist, he held your hands parallel to your shoulders and pushed you backwards just enough to lead you to take a step, and then another, until he had backed you against the wall next to the laundry machines that had really started this all.
It was your turn to let out a muffled "mmf!" as your back hit the cool drywall and he pinned your hands to either side of your head. He was always attractive to you, since the moment you laid eyes on him, but this was a different level of hot. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and you groaned when it came into contact with yours. After a back and forth exchange, he broke apart from your lips, but didn't hesitate to keep kissing you. Down your face, right underneath your jaw, and finally to your neck. "Oh God, Whit," you egged him on.
You didn't like that he seemed so far away from you, but being pinned to the wall, you couldn't really press your body against his like you wanted to. Instead, as a Plan B, you coquettishly slid your leg up his and he reacted too late, your knee had already grazed against his bulge and you let out a tiny gasp of realization. The embarrassed blush hit the tips of his ears instantaneously, and started to creep down his neck. He looked at you with wide eyes, worried how you'd react. "Oh, thank God," you breathed out, "I'm glad I'm not the only one super turned on by this." He looked at you incredulously. How could he not be turned on by this?!
You placed another kiss to his lips then pulled back, "Wait, was this before or after the neck rubs?"
He puffed out his cheeks the way he did when he was embarrassed or didn't know what to say, and then admitted, "During."
"And you weren't going to tell me?" You grinned devilishly at him and teasingly admonished, "Naughty boy," before crashing your lips against his with a renewed fervor.
Now that the secret was out, he put his hands along your waist and allowed your bodies to be pressed together. He tentatively began to track his left hand up your stomach to your breast. You didn't stop him. Instead, you cupped the back of his head and thrust your tongue into his mouth as you moaned into it. He gave an unsure squeeze to your chest, and then a more confident one. You placed your hand over his and dragged it down your body, and then back up, this time under your shirt. Your supple, warm skin felt amazing under his fingertips and he felt a rush he hadn't felt since high school. Like everything was new again.
He started kissing your neck once more, and your hips unconsciously pitched forward, seeking some kind of relieving friction for this buildup of tension. You didn't want to ask for it or cross a line. You both had already talked about this and taking things at a slower pace. You weren't sure what he was ready for, yet. But then his right palm pressed against your stomach, his fingertips grazing the waistband of your pants. He pulled away from kissing you and looked at you earnestly. His dilated pupils darkened his light blue eyes into deep oceans. You watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he gulped, then looked to his apprehensive eyes. Instead of his heart on his sleeve, he wore all of his expression in his eyes. He licked his lips and nervously asked, "Can I?"
"God, yes!" You answered right away and saw his eyebrows lift in surprise. "Please, touch me," you'd meant it to come off normal, maybe even a little commanding. Instead, it was a desperate plea. You needed his touch right now.
He quickly obliged you and you felt those warm fingertips slip past the waistband and down into your pants. He stroked you gently over the fabric of your panties. He wasn't really sure what to do and needed a moment to process everything. He noted the dampness that had collected there and pressed more firmly. You grumbled a groan and took his head between your palms. You couldn't have him watching you right now, analyzing. So you kissed him instead. You were right, it took him out of his head and he progressed his touch more naturally. Soon, he took the same stance as before: palm against your stomach, fingers hovering just inside the waistband, this time of your underwear. He paused your kisses and said nothing, but you gave him a nod and reassured him with a whine, "Please."
You did not have to tell him twice, his hand delved in to your underwear and he used his middle finger to collect some of your fluids as lubrication at the bottom of your slit, then ran the digit up through your folds before inserting it into you. He couldn't believe how wet with desire you were. Desire for him. He slid his ring finger into you as well and began pumping in and out. You let out a breathy gasp that made him worry that he had done something wrong until you said, "That feels so good."
The only sounds in your apartment were your pants and moans, along with the slick and rhythmic click, click, click of Whitaker's fingers ramming in and out of your pussy. He studied you: The way your eyes closed and the tips of your lashes touched the tops of your pinkened cheeks. The little exhales and mewling moans escaping your kiss-swollen lips. The way you groaned and whispered his name over and over. "Dennis, Dennis, Dennis." He could live in this moment forever.
He kissed you and swallowed your next sound of pleasure, and realized he was missing a key factor here. With his fingers still curling deep inside you, he gently pressed his thumb against your clit. The surge that little bundle of nerves gave you made your knees weak and you dropped your head against the wall behind you. "Yes, baby. Just like that," your voice bubbled up from your throat, which was getting dry and hoarse. You gripped his shoulders as the tension built up in your core. Your squeezes felt to you like a poor imitation of his shoulder massage, but he grumbled in appreciation as his head fell to your shoulder. "Keep going, I'm so close," your raspy voice filled his ear and sent a shiver down his spine. "I'm-- I'm--" but you couldn't finish your sentence. Your orgasm overtook you and you pressed your back and head into the wall, mouth open in a silent scream as Whitaker picked up his head to look at you.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered. You brought your head back down and looked at him through half-lidded eyes, still trying to catch your breath. You couldn't believe that he could do all this for you and just add on another layer of sweetness. You felt the need to repay him in kind.
"Your turn," you dropped your voice low as you grabbed the front of his waistband and pulled him just a little bit closer to you, as he finally pulled his hand from your underpants.
"You really don't have to do that," he replied, holding his hands up for emphasis. Just being with you and making you feel good was enough for him.
"But I want to," you took his hand from its defensive position and sucked the fingers that had been inside you, licking the lingering taste of you off of them with a gentle pop. A small glimpse of what was to come, what you could do to him.
He looked at you in bewilderment, but it definitely had the intended effect. He indecisively puffed out his cheeks again. "Fuck it. Let's do it."
You kissed him and smirked against his lips as you led him by the elastic of his pants, turning him around and pressing him against your former spot on the wall. You started to pop the button on his jeans and unzip them when you felt him tense up, so you paused. "Hey, are you okay? We don't have to do this, if you're not ready."
Truthfully, he was just nervous. He'd never been in this position before and didn't know what to do or how to act or even how he'd 'measure up,' so to speak. He'd always been shy and reserved, so he tried his best to keep to himself in gym class and never look at his peers. The most experience he had was medical textbooks and illicit websites, the latter of which he kind of knew weren't realistic.
He replied, honestly, "I want to, I just don't-- I dunno, I don't know what to do and no one has ever seen me like that..." he trailed off, not wanting to utter the full piece explicitly. But you understood immediately.
"Dennis, it's okay." You placed your hand against his cheek and looked in his eyes. "I'm a little nervous and scared, too. If you don't want to do this yet, that's fine. But please know that your looks are completely fine. You're hot as hell." He tried to laugh it off, but you insisted, "No, seriously. I've wanted you since day one, but all this shit tonight? Extremely. Fucking. Hot." You poked him in the chest with each word for emphasis. "I mean...I even sucked your fingers. Do you think I've ever done that before?! I even surprised myself with that one. But I didn't even think about it, that's how bad I want you." Now you reveled in the blush on his cheeks. 'So damn cute.'
"Really? I mean, if you're ok with it..." he trailed off, eyes tracing your face for any hint of objection, but they found none.
"Of course I am," you kissed him softly to drive the point home that you wanted him, but that you were going to be gentle and take his lead and feedback on whatever he needed. You continued what you'd started, pulling the zipper down all the way and gave a small pause for him to stop you. He gave no such indication, so you tugged the pants down his legs, slowly enough to not startle or rush him, but not too slow to be agonizing. You followed them down to the floor, kneeling in front of him. Next, you hooked your fingertips into his boxers. Again, there was no resistance, so you pulled them down the same way. "God, Dennis, you're so perfect," you purred, running your fingernails up his bare thighs, letting him know you could see all of him and that he had nothing to be concerned about.
Your mouth watered at the sight before you, but you remembered your manners. "You ready?" You asked, one more time.
"Yeah," he stared down at you in a daze. He licked his lips. "Yes, please."
You wet your lips in preparation and then licked the underside of his whole shaft with a wide, flat tongue, in order to touch every inch possible. A rough groan hitched in his throat, then found its way out when you circled your tongue over the head and took him into your mouth. He'd never experienced such a sensation before. He wouldn't even be able to put it into words, as "good" wasn't even close. Instead, he chose the same word you did and exhaled, "fuuuuuck." That just spurred you on, and you slid your lips further up his length, taking in as much as you could, and wrapping your hand around what was left. The tightness of your grip pulled the skin back just enough to heighten the sensation and he began to feel every glide of your mouth, the swirl of your tongue when you reached the tip again (this time inside your mouth, never giving up the warmth you'd developed for him).
You braced your other hand against his thigh in order to maintain balance. It was still a bit intimidating and you wanted to feel like things were coming 'naturally,' but there were too many moving parts to focus on. You were trying to take in a manageable amount and still pump him with your hand to compensate for what was left. You were worried about maintaining the right rythym and pace and grip. That is, until you felt his palm against your face. You looked up and saw his sweet, loving eyes trained on you. Relief washed over you and took away any anxiety you had with it. You knew you had nothing to worry about in the same way that he didn't, because you both wanted each other wholly.
Worrying less, you tried to take more of him in and moaned in delight when he hit the back of your throat. "Oh, God," he let out, acknowledging that he enjoyed that as well. You did some slower, longer thrusts like this, wetting every inch of his cock. You looked back up at him and his head was leaned back against the wall now, eyes closed, and simmering with the sensations you were inflicting upon him. He drove you utterly wild when you saw him lick and then bite his lower lip. You moaned at the sight and the trembling vibrations made his dick twitch between your lips. "Y/N, I'm sorry, I don't think I'm gonna last much longer..." you nodded in acknowledgement, mouth still full. You were in this until the end. "Are you sure? You want to--"
You popped him out of your mouth only as long as it took to reply, "Yes," and went back to working him, which earned you another "fuuuck." This time, it had you smirking around his shaft. You rolled your tongue along his length again and he was done for. His hips bucked forward toward your mouth and he stilled. You could feel him cumming against your tongue and cheek. You waited until he had finished before pulling back and swallowing.
"I---Wow," he panted out and ran his hand over his forehead and into his hair.
"I'll say," you chuckled.
He put out a hand to help pull you up before even putting his underpants back on. 'That's my sweet guy,' you thought.
As he was getting redressed, you told him, "Consider my stress relieved."
Then the buzzing dryer scared the shit out of you both.
