Fireworks: Part of the Trial By Fire series (Whitaker x Fem!Nurse Reader)
CW: Strong sexual language/dialogue, tension-building flirting/teasing, food play (cake/frosting specifically), breast/nipple action, p in v (protected) sex, use of the word "panties", Pet Names of baby, babe, and sweetheart
Premise: More or less none, only smut. You and Whitaker watch the fireworks with the rest of the crew and you tease him to go home for your own celebration. 👀
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You stood on the roof with your friends and other coworkers. It really was quite the view. You could see the twinkling city lights laid out across the horizon in front of you. As a bonus, from this vantage point, you could see multiple fireworks shows simultaneously.
Seeing other coworkers hold on to each other, albeit in a friendly way, emboldened Dennis to wrap his arms around your waist from behind and he rested his chin on your shoulder. You folded your hands over his arms and leaned back into him. Right now, you'd take any ridicule or teasing from the other members of The Pitt, as long as it meant you could share this moment with him.
The bursting colors flashed against his skin: the enchanting blues, the sparkling, falling golds, rays of electric reds. He was somehow even more beautiful than you'd ever seen him; you didn't think that was possible. You craved his touch, and even with his arms wrapped around you, he didn't feel close enough. You needed him...especially his skin pressed against yours.
Each section of the sky showed its grand finale, bit by bit. There were some cheers from the others and you were sure people passing by wondered what the hell was going on from the top of a hospital, but the night air was abuzz with the energy of everyone present. You all had survived another holiday shift, and now night shift could deal with the guaranteed firework and drunken (or even drunken fireworks, God help them) catastrophes. You all were free.
"I think the party has just begun!" Santos crowed.
"Hell yeah!" Princess agreed.
There were some other positive murmurs and Whitaker asked you, "Do you want to go along with them? It's only like 9:30." It was nice enough for him to offer, as it wasn't really 'his scene,' but you had something else in mind. You turned around in his loose grasp and placed your hands against his collarbones. Standing on tiptoe, you got close enough to his ear so only he would hear you.
"Hmm...instead, why don't we go home and I can fuck your brains out?" Your tone started out sweet and innocent enough, and your expression never showed otherwise, even when your voice turned into the gravelly whisper.
You could see him gulp, and even in the darkness, you knew his face had turned pink. "Yep. Yeah, let's do that." He nodded vigorously.
"Hey, nasty lovebirds!" Trinity called to get your attention. She wasn't off-base, you were standing awfully close in each other's embrace. You finally parted, slightly embrassed by the call-out. "Are you coming?"
"No!" He blurted out. "N-no, we'll just miss the next train if we don't go soon," his eyes darted to you, "Like, right now."
"Hmm, he's got a point. And it will only get more crowded the longer we wait."
"Boo," Trinity said sarcastically.
"Are you sure? Trinity is taking me to karaoke! I've never been," Mel's countenance switched from disappointment to excitement in a blink. You could hear the anticipation in her voice and would love to support her...
"Oh man, normally I wouldn't miss it for the world, Mel. But... I'm just beat."
"Yeah, pretty much home and straight to bed," Whitaker said, not very convincingly...even though it wasn't entirely a lie. He tugged your hand again to goad you into leaving right this second.
"Next time, though! Promise!" You followed him and waved goodbye with your free hand.
As the two of you walked hand-in-hand toward the subway platform, you casually peppered in what you were planning to do to him.
"I'm going to pin you down to the bed," you'd start, and he'd stare straight ahead as if he hadn't heard you, but his pace quickened each time you mentioned another dirty little fantasy. You smiled up at him as he continued to pull you steadfastly along the path.
You sat as close as possible on the train, without being gross about it. That is, you restrained yourselves from being on top of each other. You were right that it wouldn't be too crowded yet. While there were other people aboard, there wasn't anyone within earshot, which emboldened Dennis enough to put his arm around you and lean in to tell you, "Can't wait for more fireworks. The noise will cover up how loud you're going to say my name." He saw your posture stiffen up and your legs clench unwittingly together at the thighs, before adding, "Over and over and over." As far as he was concerned, this was fair payback to everything you'd said to him in the last half hour, even though it now made the ten-minute train ride unbearably slow.
As you reached your street, you noticed a block party out front of your apartment complex. You both recognized your neighbor who had brought her kids by on Halloween, where your cat tried to make his grand escape. Somehow, the little girl was asleep in a foldable canvas chair, but the boy was awake and lighting simple fireworks with his dad. Your neighbor noticed you coming home, both in scrubs. "Must have been a long day today," she remarked, "Care to join us?"
You were both dying to get upstairs and make good on your filthy promises to each other, but you both hated being impolite. "Oh, that's so nice of you! But like you said, long day."
"Long day," Whitaker chimed in, "Just...gonna crash." He looked up towards the building with a longing expression.
"Oh, we won't keep you, then. But you have to take some cake. For all you do."
"That's so kind of you! Thank you," you accepted the plate and both smiled and nodded and waved as you crept towards the front door. Now, just the grueling travel time up the floors to your apartment. Since you were alone, Dennis stood behind you and put his hands on your hips, leaning good and close. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" He grumbled against your hair and squeezed the flesh beneath his fingers. "In a good way, I mean," he corrected and you laughed.
"I'm glad it's not the bad way."
"No, no. You're just a tease," he was now tracing your hip bones with his fingertips.
"Look who's talking," you scoffed. "Besides, it's only a tease if I don't follow through. And I will."
The elevator dinged as you smirked, before you both departed it. It was hard for you to focus on getting your keys into the lock with him so near. You fumbled them twice just thinking about all of the things he'd said to you tonight. You finally popped the lock and opened the door. You strode to the fridge.
"What are you doing?" He asked incredulously. You were finally home and he was shocked that you weren't already on him, or at least headed to the bedroom.
You sighed with weary impatience. "I have to put this cake away or Steve is going to get into it and make a mess. Just...Shut up and go get naked," you demanded. He didn't need to be told twice and immediately made his way to your bedroom. "God, he's hot," you mumbled to yourself, hurriedly shoving the slice of cake in so you could join him. As you were walking out of the kitchen though, you debated going back for it so you could lick it off his body.
"Whyyy do you still have the cake?" Whitaker asked you as you walked into the bedroom and set it on your dresser. You could see that he took your direction and was already stripped and on your bed. That made things a whole lot easier for you.
You didn't answer him at first, electing to take your clothes off instead. You shimmied out of the scrubs pants first, then hastily took off your socks, and lastly the scrubs top with your undershirt too, bunched up inside it. You saw his cock twitch at the sight of you in just your bra and underwear. You took your hair tie out and put it on the dresser before picking up the cake plate.
"Well," you finally addressed him, "I thought we could enjoy it. In more ways than one." You climbed up onto the bed and knelt beside him, collecting some of the red and blue frosting onto your finger. You held it up to his slightly-opened mouth and he sucked it off your finger with zero hesitation. "See? Just like that. That's what it's for." Your finger swirled back through the frosting, but instead of offering it to him, this time you ran it down his stomach right through the middle crease of his abs. You licked the last remnants off your finger while your eyes burned into his. You withdrew your finger slowly, noticing how his gaze lingered on every movement and anticipating what would come next.
You leaned over him and ran your tongue over the sweetness you'd glazed his skin with. You alternated between a flat and pointed tongue in order to collect everything. You left no frosted inch still covered. His breath hitched as you moved along. It was an interesting sensation: the warm wet of your tongue and how that muscle faced off against the creamy frosting that felt like a thick lotion.
You sat up and straddled his middle, the soft fabric of your underwear gliding against his belly button. You moved in closer towards his lips, but waited for him to close the gap. As always, he did not disappoint. His left hand grasped the back of your neck and he placed his open mouth against yours, sliding his tongue in expertly in one fell swoop. You both tasted of frosting. He flexed his tongue against yours while he used his right hand to unhook your bra. He was quicker and more deft with his hands now that he had confidence and practice and was able to remove it with ease. He yanked it off of you, showing his impatient desire.
He dipped his fingers into the side of the cake, procuring frosting himself and gave you a jolt of both surprise and intrigue as he painted your nipples with it. He noticed your slight jump and raised an eyebrow, looking up at you. "You ok?"
"Yeah, just wasn't expecting that. You're sneaky," you chuckled. Then you arched your back to give him better access to your breasts and to let him know that you wanted what he had in store.
"Fuck," he whispered, more to himself than to you. He could never belive you were real and that anything like this was happening to him. Particularly, this: swirling his tongue around your hardened nipple, swallowing the frosting as he sucked against your skin.
"Oh, Dennis," you groaned, your head dropping back. He switched to the other side, cleaning up your temporary pastry pastie, but grasped the first breast firmly. He kneaded the soft, voluminous skin and then ran his thumb over the bud, making you shiver. He then used the same hand to travel down your stomach, as the other hand held firmly to your hip and upper thigh to give you stability on top of him. He flicked his tongue against your nipple as he slid his hand past the waistband of your underwear. He teased you with a gentle touch, lightly running his fingertips along the outer labia, then up the center, gathering your fluids on the pads of his fingers.
"So wet, baby," he murdered against the supple skin between your tits, his head almost buried betwixt them.
"Uh huh," you said, a bit dazed. "Dennis, baby, please?" You questioned and he knew what you were asking, but made you hold out longer. He kissed up your chest and along your collarbone as he now delicately pressed against your clit, sending a sensational buzz through your body. He didn't move his hand just yet; he only pressed firmly but tenderly against the bundle of nerves. You groaned in frustration. "I told you that you were the tease," you pouted.
"You also said that it's only a tease if you don't deliver." He smirked and then dove towards your breasts again, and as he gingerly bit your nipple, just hard enough to cause a pleasant sensation and not pain, he also slipped his fingers inside you.
"Oh, fuck!" You called out. The mix of the two zones hitting with pressure took you over instantaneously. He worked you with expert precision, fingers flowing in and out of you at just the right pace. He moved his head and pulled your face back close to his, crashing his lips against yours. He just wanted to kiss you again and again. Forever. Hearing the slick sounds of his pre-cum coated fingers was just an added bonus. As he pulled them out of your wanting, tight pussy, he used the wetness as lube against your clit. It was sensitive and swollen, so he minded the pace and heft of his touch. He just wanted to make you happy, to make you feel good. Always.
And boy, was he. You tangled your fingers in the curls of his hair as you kissed him and your hips unwittingly rocked against his hand. It felt amazing and you were lost in it for a few minutes before you realized: you had promised to fuck his brains out. Right now you were failing at that task. You reached for his hand and pulled it away.
"Are-are you okay?" He looked up at you with a worried expression. But you nodded and gave him a small smile. You raised his fingers to his lips and he raised an eyebrow.
"Suck me off your fingers, baby." You commanded and he did so promptly. "That's a good boy," you cooed and saw his ears turn pink. You sat up and slid your panties down past your hips and moved on the bed to pull them off. You then reached for something on the nightstand before sitting back, your bare bottom half pressing against his skin. It was almost unbearable and he tried not to squirm in frustrated anticipation.
You entertwined his fingers with yours and pushed his hand back against the pillow. "Now, if you recall," you purred, "I told you that I was going to fuck your brains out. And I don't want to be a tease, even though you were so good with your fingers and your mouth just now." You picked up what you'd grabbed from the nightstand: a condom. You bit the foil and ripped it open animalistically with your teeth. "Are you ready for that, baby? Are you ready for me to pin you down like I said I would?"
He took the condom from your hand and unrolled it down his aching, dripping, and wanting cock. "Yes, babe. Fuck me," he invited. He held his cock steady for you and you lined up. You circled your hips so just the tip was inside at first. An agonizing appetizer of what was to come. Whitaker was transfixed by you. He didn't care that it was slow right now. He watched how your body moved: the swivel of your hips, the flex and fold of your stomach, your forearm holding is hand down. And then how you grabbed his other hand and pinned it beside his head, too. The hidden strength that you had, and his unspoken desire to be dominated by it right now.
You dropped down gently and smoothly, taking in his girth inch by inch in one fluid motion and you both moaned when he bottomed out. He filled it up completely and you loved the way you two fit together. You rocked your hips against him, thrusting back and forth, throttling him against the bed. "Holy shit," he whispered, both impressed and turned on. You kept his cock fully inside you and ground against him, the friction building you up and making your walls clench pleasantly around him.
"Uhn, uhn," little sounds escaped your lips from both exertion and satisfaction. He felt so good inside you. You switched your movements to lifting yourself up and dropping back down on his cock. You used his hands to brace yourself and build momentum, driving him further into the mattress with every bounce and thrust. His tip would tantalize your entrance for a split-second before you engulfed his shaft entirely. He moaned your name and you thought you were going to lose it. You picked up the pace and the harshness of your thrusts.
He looked up at you with admiration, watching your tits bounce and your stomach bend just a bit each time you took him back in, slamming his cock into yourself with an impressive speed and might. He tilted his head back against the pillow and closed his eyes, just for a moment, so he could picture himself sliding in and out. "God, you feel so good," he muttered.
"Yeah, baby?" You asked. You were a little self-conscious about whether you were actually doing well on top.
"Fuck yeah," he exhaled. "Riding me like this, I'm not sure how much longer I'm gonna last. You're taking all of my cock so well," he said, trying to get you closer to the edge. He thrust up into you as you dropped down and you screamed in delight. You didn't think he could possibly go deeper, but he proved you wrong. He pushed your hands up and you took the hint, now placing them on his chest as you ground against him. He grabbed your ass and placed his feet against the bed so that he could buck up into you and match your movements. "I want to fuck you just half as good as you've been fucking me, Y/N." Your name on his lips make you quake.
"God, yes, Whit. Talk dirty to me."
"You know I'd do anything for you. I want you to cum with me inside you, but if you don't, I'll shove my tongue deep into your pussy and just lap you up."
"Oh, fuck," you whimpered in response and he could feel your walls clench tighter around him.
"You like that, baby? The thought of me making you cum with my tongue?"
"I just might have to, but it feels like fucking you might just be enough. I can feel you around me. I think you want to." He slammed up into you again.
"I do. I'm almost there, Dennis."
"I love you so fucking much. More than anything," he thrust even deeper and then pulled you down to growl in your ear, "cum for me, sweetheart."
Your legs trembled around his waist as you did as he commanded. Your back arched as you sat back up and your lips parted in silent rapture as you came together.
"Oh, thank God," he panted out, immediately dropping the facade of being 'dirty.' It wasn't his forte and he was completely unpracticed and you both knew it. Even though you thought he was naturally good at it, as it got the job done. But it was so unlike his normal personality and you were sure that he'd have an embarrassed pink tint somewhere on his face later when he thought back on what he said.
