Knees either side of his thighs you drop your cunt over his swollen head and gasp. He hisses and digs his hands into your waist, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to hold you steady. You keep going, slowly sinking onto him and you push your face into his shoulder as a distraction from the stretch he gives you. He curses as you keep sliding down his shaft, slick dripping onto his balls.Ā
āJack!" You whine into his neck and cease any further movements. "You're a lot to take. Feels so good-ah-but fuck.ā
āIt's alright darlinā, you're doing amazing.ā He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, gripping your face to make you look at him. āGod, you're already making me feel so good. Let me take control, ease you through it, um?āĀ
Your heavy eyes show how utterly wrecked you are and it spurs him on even more. Knowing his dick can make you look so fucked out and he's not even bottomed out yet, it nearly breaks his composure. Nearly.Ā
āWe can stop if you wa-ā
āNo, no, I can take it, just -ā you steady out a breath and continue āfuck, need you to fill me up daddy. I want you.āĀ
āMm, you're so greedy.ā He wants to snap his hips and rut into you until you scream his name but he knows that's not what you need right now. "Okay baby girl, let me talk you through it. Listen to me, yeah?āĀ
You nod and grip onto his shoulders even tighter, briefly capturing his lips in a soft kiss.
āWell, first things first can't have you so tense sweetheart. You gotta relax around me.ā You feel his hands climb your spine as he begins rubbing little circles into your skin with his heavenly, thick fingers.
The hands that are performing miracles into your deltoids are the same hands that save hundreds of lives everyday. Perform surgeries and help the injured. These hefty, calloused, working hands that are calibrated so precisely into you right now. You might as well be literal putty.Ā
He graces you with a peck on the lips. On your cheek. Both hands now massaging the muscle above your clavicle. His lips rest on your forehead. āRe-ā He punctuates the syllables, kisses your temple. ā-lax.ā You groan into his ear when he deftly rubs into a sweet spot, his breath fanning over you.
You feel yourself unknot, you unclasp your grip on his frame to a loose hold and toy with the nape of his hair, unconsciously moving closer to him.Ā
āThat's a good girl.ā He coos into your ear. āLettinā me take care of you.āĀ
Your head feels fuzzy. He's so intoxicating, the drawl of his voice coating you like warm caramel. You kiss him again, a bit harder this time, you feel more desperate but he slowly pulls back.
āHey, let's keep this nice and slow, yeah?ā He grunts trying to keep his cock where you left it, still halfway inside you. āWanna feel every bit of you when I sink into this tight hole, umm.ā
You nod again, so cock drunk, you'd do anything he says right now.
āGonna start movinā now darlinā, you gonna be a good girl?āĀ His hands are still soothing you and another nod is all you can give him.Ā
āTalk t'me baby, lemme hear you.āĀ
āYea-ā you whimper out, fixated in his stare, his hands still working wonders. There is a pause as he searches your eyes and then-Ā
āThree...ā He says drawing the word out as his hips lift into you, slowly giving you more of him. Your eyes roll back and he doesn't stop rubbing your neck, applying just the right amount of pressure in just the right spots, relaxing you further.
āSo good baby-ah-fuck.ā You're mewl into him in such a blissed out state, you almost don't feel the burn of him inside you.Ā
āTwoā¦ā he's still sinking further, getting ever so close to his hilt, nearly fully taking him in. āThat's it, pretty girl, take this dick.ā His hands slide to the tip of your spine now, still kneading your flushed skin.Ā
He feels amazing. His hands, drawing on you like they are, his cock filling you with a delicious burn that's turning mellow and his little grunts as he fills you deeper making your clit twitch. You feel like you're floating.Ā
āOneā¦ā he lets his cock sit in you, finally bottomed out. He weaves one of his hands into your hair and pulls you down to a lazy kiss, his other hand still concentrating on the knots in your trapezius.Ā
āGood girl.ā He praises against your mouth. āListened tāme so well.āĀ
The feeling of him in your tummy is so delicious and full that you can't do anything other than stare blankly into his soft, green irises. Truth be told, he's just as fucked as you are with your taught walls squeezing him like they are.
"It's about to feel real good now, honey." He mutters into your skin.
C/W: Pure smut tbh, fingering, oral!male!receiving, PinV. MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT
W/C: 3,487
A/N: This has been sat in my drafts for weeks and I've been going back to it on and off. I really wanted to make the dialogue flirty between the two and hope I did it justice! Sammy is such a sweetheart and deserves so much more love! š«¶š½
You pursed your lips as you applied lipstick, the finishing touch to your costume. Then you ruffled your hair, adding a little more volume. Smushing your lips together, you stood up to evaluate yourself in the full-length mirror. Your fake badge rested by the side of your left breast, a cute little detail against the tight corset that accentuated your tits as they spilled over the top of your shiny bodice. You turned to see your side profile and noted how your hips flowed into your perfectly plush thighs encased in black fishnet stockings.
Just as you walked into the living room, you heard the lock click in the door. And his voice. "Yeah, I don't know, I'll have a look for it in the morning..." He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, the other holding his phone. His blazer was slung over his forearm, the top two buttons of his white shirt popped and his tie slack. His utility belt still clung to his broad hips. As he walked into the house, he continued, "Well, I thought he said it was on your des-" he stopped.
His mouth fell open for a second, his eyes widening as the phone drifted from his ear. "Yeah-" he finally managed, lifting the phone back to his head. "-I'll sort it tomorrow." Haphazardly, he ended the call and threw his phone and blazer on a nearby surface.
You stalked toward him and cheekily added "That sounded important-you sure you don't need to take it?" A big grin etched on your face.
"Absolutely not, I have something else more important right in front of me." His eyes drifted down, shamelessly raking you over, his hands moving to settle at your waist, smoothing over the fabric.
His stare was greedy, drinking you in, his hands now following the path of his gaze from your face down to your breasts, your soft belly and finally giving the tops of your stockings a teasing pinch.
"You are so beautiful and-" he swallowed hard. His eyes drifted back to your lips, and for a moment it looked as though he'd forgotten what he'd been about to say. "-sexy, oh my god." He gripped you a bit tighter and placed a soft kiss to your pretty mouth. "Fuck. What have I done to deserve this little treat?" he asked.
"Well, you get to dress up as a sexy cop all the time." You giggled. "Thought it was my turn tonight." You said, playing with his tie.
"Sweetheart, you can wear this anytime you want."
You blushed but he softly grabbed your neck and pulled you into a kiss. The kind that's soft at first but then woke every sense you had.
"Come here, let me get a proper look at you."
He twirls you around slowly with his arm, a clear wolf whistle escaping his lips.
"Well, I gotta say this would be a very impractical outfit to wear for work." He joked.
"Oh is that so?"
"Yeah, how would anyone get any work done with you looking so gorgeous." His eyes trailed your body once more before landing back at your eyes. "I'm telling you, it's just not practical."
"You wouldn't want me coming to the office like this Sammy? I'd behave, I promise."
"Sweetheart." He paused. "You'd get eaten alive."
"Not with my big, strong Sammy taking care of me though, right?"
"Of course, darling." He brushed some of your hair out of your face.
"Then there is the issue of chasing perps in this." He continued looking over you yet again. "The heels alone is mistake number one. You'd be tripping over yourself like a new born calf." His words trailed into a small laugh but his love shone through it.
"Keep it up, Bryant, see where it gets you. I can easily take this thing off." You chastised lightly.
"That's what I'm hoping for." He teased, hands pulling you closer to him. He graced you with a soft peck on the lips.
You smile at him before asking, "Wanna know the best part about this uniform?"
"Oh darlin', I can see clear as day what the best part about this outfit is."
Your smile had not left your face since he walked through the door. Your sweet Sammy always so kind to you. 0
Holding up your prop handcuffs with one finger, you let them dangle in the air. "These actually work." You said, eyebrows raising. "And you're under arrest."
His eyes went wide and a shocked laugh fell from his lips. "Oh really. Under what charge?" His head tries to follow you as you walk behind his back, clamping his wrists together with the cool metal. "You gotta give me a charge sweetheart, otherwise this is just unlawful."
You press your lips to his ear, hands still holding his wrists. "Oh your charge Sammy, is for being such a naughty boy."
He swallows feeling his blood rushing south.
You place your foot inbetween his and whisper "Spread your legs, I'm going to have to pat you down."
"Oh she's being thorough." Sammy laughed as he made his stance wider while you walked around to face him again.
"If you continue being snarky..." you closed in on his face, so close your breath fanned over his lips. "...this is only going to get worse for you."
"I don't see how that's possible, this is a fever dream darlin'."
You smiled coyly before bending over and sliding your hands down his body before starting your concealed weapon search at his ankles.
Arched over perfectly for him, he could see the tops of your stockings and the lower part of your ass. He couldn't help but let out a shaky breath.
You gripped around his ankles, slowly trekking up his legs through his pants, gripping and groping parts of his thick calves. You noticed his breathing get heavier. Especially as you approached his thighs. Your face was now eye level with his growing bulge, making your mouth water.
It takes everything in him to not rut forward.
Your hands work the inside of his thighs. Slowly. Softly.
You look up at his face to see him silenced, eyes hooded, enjoying every minute. When you close in on his groin, his nose flares, breathing in any composure he could.
You brush over the front of his crotch lightly, feeling how worked up you'd already got him. Your pussy clenched at the thought of him inside you.
"Think you're being a bit too handsy," He said, smile cracking at his lips. "I wasn't taught to pat down suspects like this."
"What are you gonna do, Sammy? Write a complaint?"
"I might."
You bent your back to more of an upright position and spread your hands wide around his hips, fumbling at his utility belt. Once you'd taken it off, you lay it gently to the side.
Skimming up his shirt, you trace along his soft belly, up to his chest and snake your arms around his neck, pulling your body flush with his.
Your languid lips touch his softly, moving in a way he knows you're in charge. You set the pace. You decide how much of you he can get. His body moves towards you and you know full well his hands would be on your ass right now if they weren't hancuffed. A soft sigh escsped you as you moved your head with your lips, your nose brushing his. You flick your tongue just enough to run over his top lip before one last soft kiss. And then you pull away.
It takes him a second to open his eyes but when he does, he's met with a glimmer in yours.
"You seem to be free of anything hostile but I'm still taking you to the holding room." You pull at his tie making him follow you.
"You not gonna read me my rights sweetheart?"
You lean close against his ear again. "You have the right to..." You nip his earlobe with your teeth. "Shut the fuck up, Mr Bryant."
He sniggered, letting you guide the way to the bedroom. You spun him until his kneepit backed against the bed and he sat down. You lifted your leg to place your heel at his chest, pushing on him mildly, the bed creaking under him.
"Get comfy," you said, face serious. "You're not allowed to touch me yet."
He groaned as he watched you move around the bed, your hand flattening over your body. You grabbed a pillow from your side and lay it at the foot of the bed before sitting down and swinging your legs onto the mattress.
Getting comfortable, you propped yourself against the pillow, knees pressed together against your chest before slowly parting them. Your bodice rides up your stomach, revealing yourself to him.
No panties.
"Jesus baby-" he muttered, the tent in his pants now looking extremely strained.
Your hands tickle the inside of your thighs, teasing yourself under his hot gaze.
"Shall I touch myself Sammy?" You feignined innocence into the question. "You wanna watch?"
"Baby-" he tried to sit forward, his wrists still tied behind his back as he tried to shake free. "I wanna do more than just watch."
Your fingers skated up and down the inseam of your legs, making your skin erupt in goosebumps through your stockings.
You tilted your head back, puckering your lips.
"Tough."
And then you finally touched your folds.
Your caress was light, elicting soft sighs from your throat. Your eyes locked onto his for a moment until his dropped back down to your dripping pussy. Swirling your fingers around your labia, you brushed your clit, causing a slight twitch of your legs.
"Sammy." You breathed.
"Fuck sweetheart, you're killing me." He looked pained. His face half scrunched, half in awe.
You continued your slow manipulations, circling your clit just how you like it.
"Yeah, feels real good baby." You exhaled, chest heaving. "I like you watching."
Sammy groaned, his hips gently gyrating to alleviate any pressure he could.
"I bet you feel so good honey, so tight."
Your eyes met again, silent pleads glaring from them as you saw how tight his pants really were now. It looked uncomfortable almost.
"Aww Sammy, you're bustin' at the seams." You coo, lip pouting. "I'm so wet, you'd just slide right in for me, I know it."
More groans leave you. "This is me just thinking about your cock baby, you have no idea how good you feel when you're inside me."
"Yeah, you need this dick? Come take it darlin', he wants you."
"I bet he does Sammy."
Your fingers circle your hole, dipping in just a a fraction to see his response.
"Shall I put my fingers in? Give myself a stretch for you? You wanna see me pump this pussy?"
"Baby girl, you're gonna - fuck." He stops when he sees you push one digit in to the knuckle, inducing strings of whispered curses from you.
You pump in and out slowly, widening your legs even more to reach different spots inside yourself. You writhed softly, twisting your legs as you explored your aching pussy. Your other hand pawed at your breasts, making them pop even more over the top of your shiny garment.
Sammy started to wriggle. Again.
"What's wrong Sammy?" You mope.
"Baby - " his face scrunches and he shakes his head. " I need you. Now."
"Just a bit longer, are you not enjoying the show?"
Of course he was. But it was also torture.
"Yeah sweetheart - fuck. You're so pretty like this." His adoration was sweet. "Add another finger for me darlin'. Make yourself feel good."
"Yes Sammy." You complied.
As you were told, you pushed two digits slowly through your folds, the stretch heavenly, especially under his heavy gaze. "Fu-"
Your eyes were closed, barring your sense to highten all your others. Your fingers curled, squelching as you hit that spot you loved so much. You didn't realise it but you started speeding up, unable to hold back much longer. Sammy noticed.
"You're getting close, huh sweetheart?"
"Yeah, feels really good." You nod lazily. "I love it Sammy."
"That's it come apart for me, let me see you cum sweet thing."
You tense as your orgasm shakes through you, soliloquies rolling off your tongue, Sammy's name at the forefront of it all.
You came down from your high, trembling, a sweet mess all ready for your desperate Sammy. Your eyes peek open to see an utterly wrecked man in front of you.
"Shall I let you out now baby? You wanna touch me?" You didn't move, just looked over at him with hooded eyes.
"Baby - please. I want you so bad."
You smile before you crawled over to him, situating your body on his lap. He hissed as you grounded down on his cock.
"Poor thing." You cup your hands around his face, stroking his soft stubble. "So worked up for me."
You wrap your hand around your neck and glide it downwards towards the centre of your breasts. You push forward, scissoring your fingers in between your cleavage to pick out a small key.
"So that's where it was."
"A woman of many talents." You say as you reached around him to unlock his cuffs
Just like that he was free and you were on your back, neck assaulted with kisses, within the blink of an eye.
"Sammy!" You giggle.
"Can't do that to a man, darlin'. It's just unfair."
He parts your legs, slotting his clothed cock against your bare pussy. The blessed pressure of his body and his stiffness made you gasp against his ear. Fuck, you needed him. You slip his tie from around his neck and get to work on his shirt buttons, the poplin soft under your touch.
You threaded your fingers through his hair and tugged him down into a sloppy kiss as he shrugged his shirt from his shoulders. He barely had his belt off before you caught the waistband of his pants, rolling him onto his back as your fingers worked open his zipper. Discarding them, your face hovered over his angry dick that was still constrained in his underwear.
You maneuvered so you were on your tummy, kissing his thighs. Suddenly, everything seemed to stop, your eyes pinned his. His breathing shallowed. Little grunts passed his lips as you drew closer to him. You merely brushed the surface of the cotton with your kiss, still it caused his jaw to tighten.
"Shall I put you out of your misery baby?" You sighed into his lap, adjusting into a comfy position on your belly.
He nods, too pent up to form words.
You lick a stripe through his underwear, the cotton dry against your tongue. You move upwards kissing his belly while your hands peeled off his briefs. Finally he sprang free, sighing at his release and a little wet spot at his tip.
You didn't make it easy on him. Your featherlight touch breezing over his groins made him shudder as you let your breath fan over the side of his dick. Still not touching where he wants you most, your head circled around him, your hot breath barely drifting over his hot flesh.
"I thought you said you were putting me out of my misery?" He ribbed.
"Aww, are you miserable baby?" Your lip pouted. "I'm done teasing now, I promise."
To your word you puckered your lips and took his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue.
"Fuuuck!" He groaned.
Your hot muscle flicked the apex of his sensitive cock, salt spreading across your tasebuds from his leaked slit. His moans tell you just how delicate he is. You rub soft circles on the underside of his balls promoting deep sighs straight from the bottom of his lungs.
You finally allow him more of your attention, licking down the sides of his dick with a flattened out tongue. Your groans muffled in your throat as you give him the care he needs.
"Love sucking this cock for you. I wanna gag on you baby. Shall I take you whole?"
He sighs. "Um-unmm."
"What was that Sammy?" You smiled against him.
"Baby - fuck. Take me. Please." He was impatient now.
At a leisured pace, you started at his tip again adding a few swirls before devouring him all the way to his base. You held your position, eyes boring into his as his hands weaved into your hair.
"Jeees-" his head kept falling back, but each time he forced it upright again, unwilling to tear his eyes away from you. You didn't remove his length from your throat, bobbing up and down through your gargled moans. You loved him wrapped around your mouth.
Softly, your lips ran back up to his tip before taking him back down your windpipe. You repeated that a few times until you inevitably gagged.
"Aww bunny, dicks just too big huh?" Sammy wiped the little bit of spit that had drooled down your chin.
Your legs clenched. Your juices now wet against your inner thighs.
"You love to see it." You murmered as you started stroking him with a closed fist.
Your tongue shot out again, swiping long bands up his balls whilst your hand still worked him. His eyes drifted shut, head lolling back as his muscles flexed across his chest.
"Slow down. Fuck." He panted.
You did, grinning up at him, lip between your teeth.
You gave him a few soft strokes before clamping your mouth around him again. Up and down, tongue teasing his weeping tip once more.
Before you knew it, he'd shifted and you were under him. His cock lined up at your enterance, adding just a little pressure to make you moan. His fingers slowly traced down your latex suit, outlining his favourite parts of you. Your breasts. Your hips. Your tummy.
"Ummm - so sexy darlin'."
"Sammy," You pleaded, eyes searching his.
"Look who's begging now." He taunted.
You wriggled your hips, asking him for more and he obliged. His intrusion broke a sharp exhale from your mouth, your breath fanning into his neck. You groaned into his ear, nibbling on it while you whispered expletives. "Oh god-fu-shit."
His words mirroring your own, you let him push deep inside you until his pubic bone met yours. His dark hairs tickled your skin as he murmered "So pretty for me sweetheart. So lucky to have a gal like you, getting all dressed up sexy for me. You're gorgeous."
You couldn't help but moan. His sweet words mixed with his girthy cock stretching you out had you feeling high. He was dragging his dick so perfectly through your hole, you couldn't help but wrap your legs around his waist. Your feet dug into his bum.
He pawed at your breasts, making them spill out over the top of your bodysuit and rolling at your nipples. His pace got faster, fucking you into the bed, the joints creaking yet again. While his hands were busy with your tits, you lowered your hand to your clit, circling your little bundle of nerves.
"That's it baby, touch yourself." He said as you closed your eyes. "No baby, keep your eyes on me. Wanna see the light leave you as you tense around my cock."
"Sammy - you're gonna make me -"
Your pussy fluttered around him and your nails dug into his back as your moaned into his lips, placing fast, sloppy kisses there.
You cumming around him milked his cock dry as his moans engulfed yours, thick ropes of cum spurting into you.
"Yes baby, fill me up, I want it!" You cried into his ear, working him through it, clamping down as hard as you could around his dick.
"Sweethe- god." You thrusted upwards, making him fuck you harder, wanting him to truly get every use out of your cunt he could.
You both started to slow down, ruined and spent, until he lay ontop of you kissing at the shell of your ear.
"You're damn perfect." He whispered and you chuckled into his neck.
A moment passed before he was sliding out of you, a wet mess on the bed pooling from your leaking hole. The loss of him made you quiver, your pussy tensing around nothing.
"I'll get some tissue." He said sofly, placing a kiss on your forehead and walking into your en suite.
He cleaned up both your messes and made an effort to dab at the sheets.
"If you wanna get a quick rinse, I'll change the sheets and we can make some dinner after?"
"Sounds perfect. Come join me in the shower if you're quick enough." You winked.
He looked at the sheets, then at the stockings on the floor you had discarded before you rounded the corner. The sheets could wait he thought.
Thinking of being in a relationship w Jack but working different shifts. Youāre showing trinity something on your phone when a text comes through from Jack.
āHate when youāre not here to wake up next to baby. Iām so fucking hard for youā
And you and trinity just look at each other like š«Ŗ
LMAO INKY !! he's such an old fart he needs to hear/see you while he jerks it when you're gone >:(
excusing yourself immediately after squeaking out an apology to trinity, running to the bathroom to answer jacks incoming call, about to yell at him but you hear the light grunting that mingles with his breathless words "hi baby... sorry to- fuck- sorry for callin'. just thinkin' about how much i miss you..."
squeezing your thighs together at his raspy voice and the fact that you know exactly what his hand that isn't holding the phone is doing. "jack! you can't just-" "don't be mad honey... mmf- talk to me nice. love that sweet voice. please- i'll be so quick."
whining his name while your phone buzzes to switch to facetime and answering the call to see jack's wrinkled face scrunched up in pleasure and hearing him beg you to pull your tits out of your scrub top for him </3
Inch one was just pressure. His hands stroked your hair out of your face, stubble rough against your ear as he whispered "You gonna be a good girl for me? You gonna take all my cock in this pretty pussy?"
What a tease inch two was. He held his postition there for a beat while he kissed your lips and then rocked his cock back out. Then back in. His girth alone was a lot but you had six more inches to take.
Inch three started to feel good, his sheer size stretching at your sensitive walls. Instinctively you clenched and Jack felt it. "Fuck, so tight. Keep them legs wide for me baby." He grunted as his hand came down to the inside of your thigh, softly keeping them apart.
Oh but inch four had you gasping. Only half way and you moaned into his ear, praising him. "Oh so good Jack-fuck."
Tingles in your lower tummy is what inch five gave you as he slowly dragged his cock through your folds. That familiar build up starting right at the pitt of your stomach, your pussy pulsing for more.
"Jack!" Inch six had your toes curling, your lungs gulping the air that you both shared.
Inch seven and you were biting into his neck, his weathered skin salty but still soft on your tongue. Gifting him your hums of pleasure, you sucked a generous love mark in your place.
And finally - inch eight. You were seeing stars, your pulse vibrating through your body as you opened your eyes again. Your fingers fisted at the back of his head tugging at his curls, your body relaxing into him.
"Fuck, I think I'm right in your tummy ain't I darlin'?"
sex with sammy is always so intimate, I stand by that! <3
MDNI 18+
Sammyās got you laid on your back, his sweaty forehead pressed to yours, his lips still sweet from your arousal as they press against yours.
You can feel him drag his cock along your pussy, thick tip splitting the sticky folds. Heās letting out a shaky breath at the feeling, mouth hanging open, eyes squeezed shut. The only sounds you can hear in the dimly lit room is one anotherās breathing and your wetness.
He moves one of his hands and fists his cock, tapping it against your clit a couple times before dropping it, thick forearms coming to rest beside your head again. āYā ready?ā He whispers into your mouth, you nod hips bucking up a little.
He slides in you slowly, his head tipping back, mouth hanging open and giving you the perfect view of his cute teeth and freckled neck. Once heās shoved all the way inside you, you whisper at him to give you a second to adjust and he does of course. His forehead dropping to yours again, a soft whimper leaving his pretty mouth.
āOkayā you breathe, wiping some curls off his sweaty face, āyou can moveā you nod. āYeah?ā He whispers, already starting to pull back before pushing deeply back inside of you. You can feel the hairy pudge above his base smushing into your clit and it makes you shiver and lean back against the pillows. He pulls back and lifts your legs, resting them on his shoulder and brining your knees together with one of his hands.
He starts to speed up and you can see your thighs flattening against his stomach with every thrust, heās whimpering, praising you absentmindedly, āso good baby, fuckā you nod, pawing at his chest, wanting to feel him close again. He shrugs your legs off and moves between them, cock still buried deep inside you. When he goes to hover over you you can feel his tip nuzzled up against your cervix, making you gasp and grab his curls, pulling his face to yours again and kissing him sloppily.
Pope saying the sweetest thing imaginable, I'm talking Shakespeare level love language ripped from the deepest part of his soul and you start crying because he's the cutest, he's moved you so much and you love him and he's like "why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?" No Andrew you cute mf, come here š
Jack gets called a dilf by two patients but he has no clue what that means. He made the mistake of asking Santos what it is.
"Omg stop!" Trinity couldn't help herself, her laughs wheezed out of her.
You rounded the corner, your eyebrows furrowed, silently asking what was going on.
"Dr Abbot doesn't know what a dilf is." She blurted out.
Your eyes widened, your lips forming an 'o' shape.
"I-" Jack stuttered. "Two patients said I was a dilf and I didn't know what to say."
"Oh." Is all you could say.
Seeing Trinity still losing her composure you look back at Jack as he asks "Is it a bad thing?"
"Dr Abb-" you started but a light chuckle escaped you, breaking the sentence. "It's not a bad thing, don't worry." You smiled, a crease still on your lips.
"Ok-ay."
"It means your attractive." Your mouth moved faster than your mind. "They find you attractive. It stands for Daddy I Like to Fuck."
Santos walked away, she would erupt if she stayed.
"Oh." Jack repeated what you'd said thirty seconds ago. "But I'm not - I don't have children."
As Trinity was still in earshot, you both heard a hearty laugh as she slipped into the break room.
"You don't have to be a dad to be-" your lips thinned into a straight line but you carried on. "-to be a daddy."
Silence. Confusion.
"You could probably get their numbers if you wanted to." You giggled as you walked past him.
Jack is crazy about leaving love marks on you. Fingerprints, hickeys, handprints. He loves just knowing your his. Always in places that can't be seen to others though, like your thighs, your bum and your breasts. That is until you remember you have your smear test with the gynecologist that Jack happens to be pretty good friends with. Your inner thighs are covered in hickeys and bite marks and your gyno just can't help but smirk a little. They're too professional to say anything to you but Jack was definitely going to go beet red the next time they went out for a drink.
Pope being hurt but doesn't realise (adrenaline) and is all over reader because she has a little cut on her arm. All his brothers shouting 'POPE!' Trying to get him to look at his wounds but he's just fussing over you until you yell 'ANDREW!' And it's that moment he realises he has blood gushing down his thigh. Please someone take care of this damaged boy :'(
3am and you're exhausted. You go to the break room in search of coffee only to find your favourite attending stood over the ancient machine making it's last protested gurgle.
"You look awful." You joked as you walked into the small room. He was slightly slumped over the counter, eyes shadowed by his dark circles.
"Thanks." He laughed, straightening his back. His eyes drifted over you for a second too long. "You on the other hand..." His smile deepened. "You look unfairly put together for three in the morning."
You poked your tongue out to lick your lips as you fell into a small giggle.
It's been like this for months. You and him being flirtatious, hovering over eachother for longer than needed, catching his eyes from accross the ER.
You stepped closer, brushing his shoulder to reach for a mug. You felt bold.
"You see these two fingers here?" You raise your left hand wiggling your ring and middle finger.
"Yes. Your digitus annularis and your digitus medius." Always the doctor you thought.
You leaned closer to him, resting your right hand just above his hip as you whispered in his ear,
"These are the fingers I pumped into my pussy..." your lips hovered above the shell of his ear, "...just before shift. Thinking of you."
His fingers circled your elbow before he'd even seemed to decide to move. Not rough but careful. As though he couldn't trust himself with anything firmer, pulling back so he could see your face. "Sweatheart. Careful now. I'm your senior."
His expression never wavered, but the breath he drew in wasn't steady. It caught somewhere in his chest before escaping in a measured exhale, the only crack in an otherwise practiced composure.
"That's the thing Dr. Abbot, that kinda does something for me." You bit your lower lip never breaking eye contact.
This was wrong. You are his staff, he has a duty of care over you. His breathing laboured and his eyes drifted to your lips, if only for a second, before snapping back to your eyes. He hoped you'd missed it. You didn't.
"This is highly inappropriate." His voice was low enough that only you could hear it. "I'm your attending." He repeated it as if reminding himself rather than you.
You drop your digits onto his lips, slowly moving them down onto his chin.
"Would you like me to stop Dr. Abbot?" You smirked at him.
He went still but found his lower jaw dropping ever so slighlty. Daring you. Inviting you in. You couldn't help the big grin pulling at your mouth and you brought your fingers to the tip of his tongue, the ones you please yourself with.
His tongue felt rigid but your fingers glided over it with ease, pushing in until his lips wrapped around your knuckles. You didn't notice when he had shut his eyes but he was fully under your control just waiting for you to try something else.
You slowly pulled your wrist back feeling his warm lips falter around your fingers, his tongue now placid around your fingertip. Slowly, you dipped them back in, pushing past his tongue until he reached your knuckles again and you heard the faintest moan catch in his throat. You pulled them out entirely now and watched his eyes open heavily.
He stared at you for a long moment, saying nothing. The silence stretched until it became its own answer. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough around the edges. "When this shift is over..." He swallowed once. "May I take you to breakfast?"
"Dr. Abbot, I would love to." You smile. "Oh but you might wanna take care of this before heading back out there."
Your fingertips brushed the front of his scrub trousers for the briefest moment before you stepped away, taking his coffee.
"You should probably compose yourself, Doctor." His gaze followed you to the door. "Wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong idea."
jerking pope off and heās such a baby about it, he tries to be quiet and stay still but he canāt help it just feels so fucking good when u run ur thumb over his leaky tip.
heād grab ur wrist to try and slow u down so he doesnāt cum so fast begging u to slow down.
ācmon p-please jesussāā
his mouth hung open with hot huffs of breath fanning against ur face and soft pleas as his forehead connects with the crook of ur neck.
Sammy teasing you about something and you pulling away when he gets closer. He's mortified, he hates the feeling of that even if it is just you playing along with his jests.
"What, come 're baby, you know I'm teasin'!" He calls and he grabs your arm pulling you in for a kiss but you pull away again giggling like " Well you should behave then if you want a kiss Sammy." And you start running away from him, practically making him chase you around the house, just waiting for them big hands to claw around your waist and pull you into deep smooch. URGHHH
Andrew wasn't really one to watch tv or films much but once he met you, he'd do anything to stay close to you. If watching something on the tv meant he could wrap his arms around you and hold you tight, it was a win for him. He wouldn't admit it but he loves it when you watch any kind of spooky film or anything that makes you bury your head in the side of his neck because that scene was just a bit too gory for you.
He'd hold you tighter and in his signature, serious Pope Cody tone whisper in your ear, "It's okay baby, I got you. Nothing can hurt you while I'm around." And you'd kiss his cheek sweetly and slowly move your head to look back at the screen, your face still touching his. Because yes, he'll always protect you from the real monsters out in the world, but he'd also protect you from make-believe ones too.
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