whiny art, dacryphilia, hand job, masturbation (m. receiving), no use of y/n, dc
Art looks up at you through his eyelashes, sticky and clumped together with tears. His whole body aches with a helpless rhythm: his chin wobbles, brows are drawn tight and his shoulders are hunched. His eyes are wide, glassy and pleading. His lips are raw and swollen from anxiously gnawing on them, slick from the nervous habit he can't control.
“Please, baby, I'm sorry,” Art's words fall from his lips. "I'll never do it again– I mean it,” his shaky hands brush against your knees, searching for forgiveness “Please. I won’t- sweetheart, forgive me." His voice cracks, panicked and desperate.
Your silence is unbearable. His eyes dart between yours, desperate to know what you were thinking. He threw that match– you saw it. Everyone did. He was eliminated from the tournament because he wasn't good enough.
He's pathetic, you're never going to love him now. How could you? He's weak and useless.
the thought cuts into Art, and so do his teeth. A desperate and feeble attempt at distraction.
“Oh,” the sound is soft; your eyes are gentle and warm. You crouch down in front of him and cup his quivering jaw as though he's something fragile, something worth holding.
“Im not mad.” your brows curve upward, weighted with guilt for making Art feel so small. His fingers worry the seam of your skirt, twisting and folding the fabric in his trembling hands.
“Darling, so what if you lost?” you murmur, thumbs stroking his damp cheeks. “There's always another tournament.” Your tone is so forgiving and patient.
“Im useless,” he croaks. “i call myself a tennis player but i cant even play tennis”
“Art.” you look at him in an attempt to tell him wordlessly that's a stupid thing to say. "I've watched every single one of your matches. You can play tennis. You play amazing tennis”
his eyes are trained onto the carpet, too ashamed to meet yours.
Your fingers gently find his hands, squeezing them, reminding Art that you're here. A sob ripples from his chest and he lets out a shaking exhale.
“Youre more than a match. You don't have to win for me to love you.” Your words are gentle and grounding. Your hands are back on his face, trying to make him look up at you instead of searching for patterns in the carpet.
His chest heaves again, involuntarily.
“Awh. Shh, it's okay.”
Art's head falls onto your shoulder, and you immediately feel the warm dampness of his tears soaking through your shirt. You pet the soft golden locks on the nape of Art's neck, listening guiltily to his rough, dry sobs.
“You're alright. breathe”
Art sobs slow into soft whimpers as you cradle him. The warmth of being wrapped up in your body heat calms him down.
It reminds him of when he was little, and he'd fall over while chasing Patrick around the playground. Once, he'd limped up to his mum, crying and showing her his grazed knee– she'd hold him in her lap and cradle him until he stopped crying, whispering in his ear that he was going to be okay.
His chest slows, and he stops heaving into your shoulder. The rise and fall of his chest now match the rhythm of your hand petting his golden curls. Your touch grounds him. He's forgotten why he was so worked up in the first place.
You tenderly press your lips into the crown of his hair. The only sounds that can be heard in your dorm are the steadiness of your breath and the slowing of Arts.
His shoulders drop. His breath hitches once in relief, and he leans into your touch, welcoming the orange-gold warmth he feels sinking in.
His hips roll messily against your lap. “Art, what are yo–”
Oh.
You can feel Arts hard-on bulging against your thigh. He's achingly hard. Poor baby– he was probably so whiney and upset because he needs you to make him cum.
You reach down, undoing the strings on Arts tennis shorts. Art leans back on his hands and lifts his hips, letting you pull down his shorts and underwear in one swift movement.
Art's tip is flushed a bruising red, a pearly bead of pre forming at his slit. Your thumb swipes across his head and you watch the tension melt from his body. He hadn't noticed the tightness in his shoulders or the ache in his back until it faded completely.
You ball up your hands and squeeze the base of his cock slightly, drawing a whine from the back of his throat. Your grip moves up his length slowly, pulling broken cries from Art.
Sloppy and desperate, his hips buck into your fist, chasing anything you give him. Raw, hot tears retrace the dampness on his cheeks, and he's crying again, but this time out of pleasure.
Your hand speeds up when you feel Art getting closer to finishing. His face is flushed, his cheeks are damp, and his lips are rosy and raw from his teeth.
Art's body aches with pleasure. His forearms twitch from holding him up for so long, and he can taste metallic tang of blood in his mouth from biting his lip too hard.
You watch as Art's body tenses. His breath hitches and a broken cry erupts from the back of his throat. His cum spurts onto your hand and his thighs.
Art sighs and slumps onto your shoulder, mindlessly sucking the flesh above your collarbone.
“Need you-” Art murmurs, pawing at the hem of your shirt.
a/n: i could add more to this but then it would be late. soooooo...
kinktober ꒱ just the tip w/ art donaldson &. afab!reader
⠀ X-RATED ⒅ ꜜ proceed with caution. ⍈ unprotected p in v. ᝢ internal ejaculation ⸝ creampie. ᝢ tip play. ᝢ clit stimulation ⸝ rubbing ⸝ teasing. ᝢ grinding ⸝ dry humping. ᝢ breast play ⸝ nipple play. ᝢ orgasm control ⸝ denial. ᝢ power play. ᝢ praise ⸝ degradation. ᝢ overstimulation. (ㅤ 9.3k words ㅤ)ㅤ
⠀ ABOUT? ꜜ You told him it would be just the tip, and he actually listened. Kind of. But Art, being Art, kept pushing for more, while you kept reminding him of what he had agreed to.
⠀ NOTES ꜜ happy november!!!! here’s art for those who been asking in my asks (LOLLL), actually had a hard time writing this. (I am running out of ideas so I am sorry)
Patrick introduced you to Art after a few rounds of practice one afternoon, and you were supposed just to hang out and help each other with drills, but it started feeling like something else from the start. He was quiet the first time and polite too, but there was something in the way he looked at you that stuck in your head longer than it should. You didn’t think much about it until he started showing up more and saying things like “Need a warm-up partner?” while tossing you a ball. You said 'sure,' and that was it, but somehow you always ended up beside him after everyone else left.
Sometimes you both sat on the court floor, still sweaty and just talking about nothing, and sometimes he’d stay too close when he handed your towel back, and you felt it, then the pull that neither of you wanted to name. When he caught you staring, he only smirked and muttered, “What?” and you laughed it off, pretending it meant nothing. It continued like that for a while, with practice and teasing and late-night talks that slowly evolved into something else, even if no one said it out loud. Soon, staying behind after everyone else left became a habit, and then it was dinner, and then his room. None of it was planned, but it happened anyway.
Now, after another late session, you were in his hotel bed with a towel wrapped around your hair and his robe on your skin while the bathroom door stayed closed and the shower kept running. The smell of his body wash drifted out and mixed with the light scent of sweat from practice, and you sat back against the pillows while holding your phone, but your mind wasn’t really on it. When the water stopped, you looked up, and the door opened, and steam came out first before he did, with a towel hanging loose on his hips.
He looks at you and smiles, as if he already knows what is inside your head. Then, he walks outside, and the towel is still low on his waist; the water on his body is still there, seeping down his skin and then disappearing under the towel. You looked once and tried not to look again, but he caught that. “You’re staring,” he comments while walking closer. You laughed a bit and said, “You’re the one walking around half-naked.” He smiled as he stopped beside the bed, and the space between you felt too small now, while the TV kept playing in the background, but you barely heard it as he tilted his head slightly and said, “You done staring?”
You rested your chin on your hand and said, “Not really.” His grin gets bigger, and he leans down a little, and you can smell the soap on his skin. He says very quietly, “Didn’t think you would say that,” and you just shrug again and try to act normal but your eyes are still looking at the towel on his hips and he stays like that for one second and then he moves closer and you don’t say anything when he leans again and gives you a slow kiss on your cheek. His hand brushed over your arm as he pulled back while his eyes stayed on you.
The phone was still in your hand, its screen lighting up your face, while he looked at it and then at you again. “Put that away,” he said quietly but firmly. You didn’t move right away, so he reached for it himself, and the phone slipped from your fingers easily while he set it on the nightstand without looking away once. You let out a small laugh and said, “You could’ve just asked.” He smiled a little, and his eyes dropped to your lips. “I did,” he said with a voice calm like he was used to getting what he wanted. The air between you felt thicker now and heavier while neither of you looked away.
You smiled a little while still watching him. “That’s not asking,” you said with your tone even. His brow lifted, but he didn’t pull away, and the towel at his waist barely moved as he breathed. Your free hand found the one he’d left on your arm, and you traced your fingers over it once before sliding up slowly until your touch reached his neck. The corner of his mouth twitched, yet he stayed still. You let your thumb drag lightly along his throat while feeling the pulse there. “See?” you said softly. “That’s asking.” He let out a quiet laugh, and his eyes never left yours.
“You think so?” You nodded while still touching him and said, “I know so.” For a moment, neither of you spoke, and his hand tightened slightly on your arm. It wasn’t rough, but it was just enough to make your breath catch for a second before you both went still again, waiting to see who would move first. He looked at you for a while before saying, “That’s a weird way to ask me something.” His voice was calm but teasing. You tilted your head slightly with your hand still on his neck. “It worked, didn’t it?” you replied.
“You don’t know how to ask, do you?” he mutters before he laughs under his breath while his eyes move between your lips and your hand. You smirked and teased, “Neither do you.” His grin widens as he leans in closer while the air between you changes a little. He’s still by the bed when you reach out and catch his wrist before giving it a small pull. He comes and he does not talk, and the towel almost falls because his knee presses on the bed, and you lean back and let him come close until your knee and his knee touch.
“Could’ve just said it,” he says with his voice quiet and a small grin forming when you don’t answer. That only makes you smile before you tell him, “You’d still end up here.” Your words resulted in his short and quiet laugh while his eyes stayed on you. His hand goes to the side of the robe as his fingers touch the cloth and remain there for a bit. His eyes look there too long before he puts one hand on the bed beside your hip and the other on your thigh. He is not even touching you fully, but it already feels heavy. You move a little, and the robe opens slightly. He makes a small sound, as if he is breathing but not talking.
“You really don’t make it easy,” he says, and he has this small smile that just stays there and never goes away. You breathe out and keep looking at his mouth because you don’t know where else to look. His breath touches the side of your lips when he moves closer. His nose almost touches yours. The air between you feels like it has stopped moving and is waiting for someone to take the first step. You reach for him again, and this time you pull harder. He lets the rest of his weight sink into the bed while his knee slides between yours, and the TV keeps playing somewhere in the background until it drops off.
The robe slips when you move, brushing against his stomach. His eyes flicked down, then back up, slower this time. For a second, he just breathes like he’s trying not to look again. You tilt your chin up a bit and say, “You just gonna stay there?” He gives a small laugh that barely sounds like one. “Trying to,” he says. His hand tightens on the sheet beside your head while the room feels hotter, and you can see his throat move when he swallows like he wants to say something but doesn’t. “Yeah?” you ask softly, almost sounding mocking. His mouth twitches, but his voice drops when he says, “You make it hard to think.”
He was still trying not to move while his breath brushed your cheek. The next second, he gave in a little and leaned down until his mouth touched your skin. It started as a light kiss that felt like a test, then another followed just under your jaw. The towel at his waist shifted as he breathed, and his chest pressed closer against you. You didn’t stop him right away while his lips found the side of your neck. It’s slow at first, and the warmth of it sinks through you. Then his hand came up to your shoulder and pushed the robe aside enough for his mouth to follow the skin there. That was when you pressed your palm against his chest.
He froze while still bent over you, and his breathing turned heavier. “What?” he asked, voice rough. You looked at him and dragged your thumb once over the spot between his ribs before saying, “Don’t get greedy.” He let out a quiet laugh that came deep from his throat. “You always say that when I’m already halfway there.” You answered, “Then maybe you should learn.” Your hand stayed on his chest firm enough to make him stop, but not enough to push him away. He watched you, as if he wanted to argue, but didn’t. Instead, he stayed there close enough for your noses to nearly touch again while both of you waited to see who would give in first.
He kept his weight above you as if waiting to see what you’d do next. The towel is hanging on his hips. It keeps moving as if it will fall when he moves, even just a little. You keep your hand on his chest because you can feel his breathing there. It is warm against your palm, as if you can feel the air going in and out from him. Then your fingers start to move slowly down, following the line of his stomach. You go down more until you reach the start of the towel. His eyes followed the movement, and they were quiet but steady. You hooked a finger into the fabric and tugged once. The knot came undone right away, and the towel opened just enough for air to slip through. It didn’t fall but tilted to one side as it hung there.
His breath caught a little, and you didn’t say anything. You only looked up at him while your hand stayed where it was. The robe had fallen more around your legs, and both of you were caught in that same half-dressed mess that felt like it could fall apart at any second. Art leaned closer again, and his voice was quieter now. “That’s supposed to be fair?” You replied, “Didn’t say it was.” He let out a short breath that almost sounded like a laugh, and his eyes flicked down at your hand near the open towel, then back to your face. The space between you felt charged again while both of you waited to see who would stop pretending first.
The slight smile on his mouth didn’t last long as he looked down and watched the robe where it crossed at your waist. His hand moved there while his fingers brushed the tie like he was just thinking about it. For a second, he didn’t pull, only holding it while his thumb ran along the edge before he loosened the knot, just as he had done with his own. The fabric gave easily and fell open slightly, but it still held its shape where it met your body. He didn’t move it away, and you felt the air touch skin that had been covered a moment ago, while his eyes followed it without a word.
You looked up at him, matching the same quiet he had given you. The towel still hung loose at his hips, and your robe now barely stayed closed between you. “Even?” you asked while your voice stayed calm. He met your gaze and his jaw tightened for a second before he answered, “Not close.” You almost smiled at that while your hand caught his wrist before he could move again. His skin was still damp under your fingers, and the pulse there stayed steady but fast. He didn’t try to pull away and only hovered above you while waiting for whatever you were going to do next.
For a few seconds both of you don’t move. You are still holding his wrist, and you can feel his thumb touching you as if he doesn’t even know it’s moving. He is so close to him to the point his warm breath is touching your face. The soap he used from an earlier bath smells so fresh that it makes you subtly inhale it. You lift your chin a bit first, and it almost makes the space between you gone because he is already too close, as if you move just a little more, you will touch. His eyes dropped to your mouth, and that was all the cue you needed. The kiss landed slowly but heavily, while a sound slipped out of both of you before either one thought about it.
He breathed against your mouth while his lips parted and his free hand found the side of your neck. The towel slipped another inch as he leaned closer. You caught the back of his head and slid your fingers into his hair while keeping him there. The kiss deepened and turned uneven with a mix of soft breaths and quiet laughter as teeth grazed by mistake. He tried to follow when you pulled back for air while his lips still chased yours. “Greedy again,” you murmured against his mouth, and he smiled into the next kiss like he didn’t mind at all.
Your back hit the pillows, and his weight followed right after. The robe and towel slipped loose and fell somewhere near your legs, while the only thing you could hear was your own breathing. His wrist was still in your hand, and his pulse stayed steady under your fingers. You didn’t think about it long and just pulled him in. The distance between you vanished quickly, and the first kiss landed hard enough to steal a breath from both of you. He caught on fast and pressed closer while the mattress dipped beneath his weight. The sound of it stayed quiet with only the soft brush of skin and the small catch of air between each kiss.
You felt him smile against your mouth when you pushed back just as firmly, while neither one gave way. The robe had come loose completely now, so the edges slid apart as his hand found your side. You only pulled him closer with your fingers at the back of his neck and held him there while the kiss kept growing deeper and stayed rough in the way it refused to stop. It started slow at first, but grew rougher as he pressed in harder. His hand came up to your jaw and kept you right there while his mouth moved against yours like he couldn’t stop even if he tried.
You snuck your tongue inside his mouth and he immediately caught it between his lips, which made you release a moan against him. Neither of your hands ever rested, as both of you kept finding a body part to caress or squeeze. It only got hotter when he opened the robe wider while still devouring your mouth. There was nothing under the robe or the towel since both of you had come straight from the bathroom before ending up tangled together. It worked in your favor when you asked him to hold the fabric with one hand while the other stayed on your tit so he could grope and play with your nipple using his thumb.
You used the hand holding him to push him off your mouth while your eyes stayed closed, and you let out a quiet whimper. “That got you worked out already?” he teased, and the sound of his voice made you glare at him once you opened your eyes. “Not enough to make me moan out loud,” you snapped back while your hand moved down toward his hip and found his cock already leaking. Your other hand pushed his towel away so he was fully naked above you. The reaction he made caused you to smirk, as your thumb continued to play with the tip.
His mouth opened slightly, and his eyes fluttered shut, but he fought the feeling before lowering himself to you so his mouth could wrap around your nipple. The sudden touch made you grab him tighter as your hand wrapped around his cock while your legs wrapped around his sides until you managed to slip them between the two of you. You pushed him off a little so his chest and stomach pressed against your legs, and it almost looked like he was bending you in half, though he clearly looked annoyed that it stopped him from sucking on your tit. “Come on,” he complained, but you only shook your head in disagreement.
“If you lack control, then how will you win your matches?” The remark seems to hit something in him, but he just laughs a little instead of saying anything. You move your hand and hold his cock so you can guide it to your pussy before you move it there slowly until he gets what you are trying to do. He started grinding on you with his length brushing against your folds, and you freed him so he could move how he wanted while your legs stayed bent between you so you could easily kick him if he went too far. He kept pushing against you, slow and steady, like he was testing how long you’d let him, and his cock was leaking on your slit while your pussy made his length wet and slick.
The air between you felt heavier now, and each breath came out warmer as your skin brushed against each other. His hand moved to your waist to hold you still, as if that would help, but it only made you press up harder. The small sounds that slipped out of him came rough and close to your ear, while each one dragged a bit longer than the last. You bit your lip and said, “You’re getting too into it.” He looked down at you, and the corner of his mouth lifted. “You started it,” he says, against your skin, and he is still breathing hard. His voice sounds different, and it makes your stomach feel strange in a way you can’t explain, and you don’t even want to think about why, because it already feels too much.
When he pushes in again, you hold on to his shoulder, not to stop him, but because you just want to feel how he moves. His skin is still wet, so your hand slides easily until it reaches his neck. He doesn’t look away even once. “You are not making this easy for me, mhm?” Art muttered before he raised one of your legs and put it on his shoulder. He was thrusting, but not inside you, just grinding his cock on you while the tip brushed your clit every time he moved. He tilted his head to the side until his lips touched your calf, and he nuzzled against your leg with his voice deep and rough. “Come on… you’re gonna make me beg, huh?”
He pressed his chest into your leg and kept grinding against your pussy while his hips rolled slowly as if testing you. “You’re way too tempting,” he breathed with his voice deep while every press pushed deeper against you. Your hand stayed on his shoulder to hold him still as you leaned back just enough to glare at him. “Oh please,” you said with a soft whine, “like you don’t want it.” He smirked against your skin and pressed harder. His lips traced down your calf, brushing over your skin, while his body stayed close and kept you pinned to the bed.
“You’ve got me wrapped around you,” he admitted with his thumb brushing your hip while he rolled his cock against your folds. You tightened your arm around his neck to pull him closer until his chest pressed fully against yours. “Then show me,” you teased while letting your leg settle so he could feel your weight against him. He groaned softly, and his chest rubbed against your thigh while his cock rolled against your pussy, pressing and teasing. “Guess I’ll have to deal with this… your way,” he rasped with his lips brushing your side and his hands gripping your waist to keep you steady.
You pressed your palm to his jaw and tilted him slightly to let him feel your control while he continued his slow grind. “Mhm… think you can handle it?” you murmured as your legs tightened lightly around him, daring him to push further. A rough laugh came from him as he moved closer and his chest pressed tight against yours. “You’re a real brat,” he whispered while grinding again. The movements are slow but deep, until you have no room to escape. You lean back and put your leg over his side, so he cannot get away. Your hand is still on his shoulder, and you hold him tight because you don’t want to lose the feeling. Both of you keep moving and trying to see how far it can go without wanting to stop first.
You use your fingers to open your pussylips and you press them more apart for him so he can really feel it when his cock keeps rubbing and sliding on your slit. Every time he moves like that, even if it’s slow, it makes something heavy inside your stomach grow more, and your hips start to move by themselves because it just wants to reach him again. His chest pressed against your leg to keep you pinned, and his hands dug into your waist to hold you steady as he rolled his cockhead over your clit to tease and test you. “Not folding for you like the others,” you breathed out while your fingers kept your cunt open wide. “Doesn’t make me a brat.”
He groaned deep in his chest while his tip slid over your pussy again, and his cock pressed to your folds with every slow roll. Each movement hit your clit right every time and made your stomach twist while your hand stayed between your folds to rub and tease your clit as he ground harder against you. His cockhead slipped slowly and needily against your slit and rubbed between your lips until a soft whine escaped you while heat pooled lower. “Stubborn as hell,” he growled with his voice rough and thick and his chest pressed fully to yours while his arms braced on the bed to trap you.
Every move of his hips makes the tip slide on your pussy to rub there and tease while your fingers stay inside tight. You move your hips to help him and make him feel where you want him, while your pussy pushes on his cock, and you start to get wet there. His groan sounds lower when he moves again, slowly, but still wants more, while the tip goes over you and touches your clit. His cockhead moved against your lips again and again, teasing until you let out a shaky, quiet sound while your fingers still held your pussy open for him.
He pressed closer and kept rolling and thrusting until both of you were caught in that steady, heated pace where neither wanted to give in. He held himself over you, and his cock pushed against your pussy while the tip slid through your slick folds, slow enough to catch every tiny tremble from you. His chest stayed pressed to your thigh while his hands pinned you to the bed, and he rolled his hips slowly enough to let the tip rub with careful aim that made your legs shake. “Can I fuck you?” he rasped with his voice deep and rough while his restraint barely held under the sound.
Your fingers slipped between your pussy lips again to spread your folds wide and press your slick slit open for him to see and feel. “Maybe,” you breathed out with your voice soft but teasing, while your hips lifted just enough for him to feel how wet and ready you were. Each small move of your cunt against his tip made him groan as his cockhead dragged and brushed over your folds and pressed at your entrance with a greedy teasing that left you breathless. He leaned in closer until his chest pressed fully against yours while his cockhead rolled across your folds to slide over your slick pussy lips without pushing inside.
His lips brushed your inner thigh, and his teeth grazed lightly as he ground harder with his tip, rubbing your slit and pressing your folds apart. He traced your clit until you arched under him. Your hand stayed between your legs to spread yourself further while your fingers turned slick as he pressed down again and moved slowly. His tip rolled against your folds and pushed over your sensitive cunt. “Greedy bastard,” you whispered with a smirk as your fingers brushed your clit and traced the slick slit. He groaned roughly and heavily with his chest shaking against yours.
His cockhead dragged across your pussy again to tease and roll over your folds. It keeps rubbing on your pussy every time he moves his hips until he holds you still on the bed. You can feel him all there, but he still doesn’t give you what you want. The heat builds up inside you until your body starts shaking and your legs wrap around him. Your cunt grew slick, and your clit throbbed under his tip while both of you stayed caught in that relentless teasing press that neither would break. His cockhead pressed against your slick slit while your folds clung to him. Then he slowly pushed in with the tip sliding deep into your wet cunt.
Each inch of him pushed against your pussy lips and opened your slit wider. You felt the fullness of him while slick heat pooled around the tip. Your clit brushed his lower stomach as you trembled with the push. He eased himself further while letting the tip fill you perfectly. His chest is pressed close to you with one hand on the bed beside your shoulder and the other near your hip. He makes a low sound, and his voice is rough, as if he is trying to control it, yet still sounds desperate. “So… Can I?” he breathed out again with the tip fully buried inside your slit. It slid slightly in and out to let you feel the width of him and the slow drag of his cockhead against your cunt.
You didn’t answer but smirked as your fingers pressed into your pussy lips to spread your folds and tease your clit. He hovered with his cockhead still buried deep, and your cunt clenched instinctively around him. His hips moved slightly, and the cockhead slid further while the tip pressed against your wet folds and nudged inside just enough to make you tremble. You felt him filling you with every slow push. “Doesn’t matter if it’s just the tip, yeah?” he muttered roughly while the cockhead pressed fully and slid deeper into your slit. Your cunt clenched around him with greedy want.
You tilted your hips while letting your folds tighten and grind against the tip as you spread your slick pussy lips for him. Your fingers brushed your clit to tease yourself while he groaned with his chest pressed tight to yours. His cockhead kept pressing and filling your wet cunt with every slow inch. You pushed back slightly, teasing as your pussy squeezed the tip greedily. Your folds clung to him while your clit rubbed against him with every subtle move, and your cunt stayed slick and needy around his cockhead.
“Maybe I’ll let you,” you murmured playfully and low while spreading your pussy lips wider with your fingers to let him feel exactly how wet and ready your slit was with his cockhead buried deep inside. He filled you just to tease and make both of you groan. You tugged his cock out slowly while slick slid from your cunt and left both of you shivering. He groaned deep while his chest stayed tight to yours and his cock dripped against you. You smirked down at him while your fingers brushed lightly over the base to let him feel the change in control.
“Not so fast,” you murmured with your voice playful and teasing while letting him wait as you traced your hand along his length. His hips twitched, and the tip glistened while pressing against your folds. His cockhead stayed slick as he groaned deep and rough and arched toward you with need clear in the way his chest pressed closer. “Come on,” he muttered, and his voice raspy as he leaned over you with his hands braced beside your body while his cock jerked slightly in anticipation. You smirked back with your voice low and playful. “Fine… just the tip,” you said to let him feel the change in control while teasing him with your words before your fingers guided him.
Your hand slid down to position the tip at your slick slit, and you nudged him as your body tilted to take him in. You let him press the tip slowly inside while your cunt clung around him with your folds tight and slick. He groaned as the tip slipped in and the cockhead pressed deep before rolling slightly as he started those slow, controlled thrusts. Your hand stayed on his hip to guide him and keep him steady. Your body moved with him, letting him slide the tip in and out while your slick pussy clung, and your clit brushed against him as both of you stayed caught in that heavy teasing press.
“God, you feel so tight,” he groaned with his chest pressed tight to yours while the cockhead rolled inside your cunt and the tip slid in slow, deep thrusts. You smirked as you guided him and teased, letting him fuck the tip into your pussy exactly how you wanted. He lowered the leg that had been on his shoulder and set the other down between your bodies while his free hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock. The part still outside stayed slick and pulsing as he started thrusting again with the tip sliding in and out of your wet cunt.
Your pussy lips clung to him with every press as your folds stayed tight and slick. Your clit brushed lightly against the base of his tip while you lifted his hand to press it against your shoulder before kissing his palm slowly just to tease him with the weight of your touch. He groaned deep while his chest stayed tight to yours, and he thrust harder as the tip pushed deep into your slick slit. It rolled over your folds and made your cunt squeeze greedily around him. Your fingers traced over his wrist, and you held it still on your shoulder so he could feel how much control you had while you kept teasing him in silence.
His cockhead kept sliding in and out while slick heat built between you and your folds clung around the tip as his hips tilted to press deeper. Every push of the tip made you shiver and smirk while your cunt tightened around him and your clit brushed the base so you could tease him back while he groaned against your chest. He leaned closer until his chest and shaft pressed against you. The tip slid slowly and deeply while his hand stayed in yours, and his cock stayed slick and hard in his grip.
Your pussy clung tight while your folds stayed slick and your cunt stayed hungry around the tip as your body moved with his thrusts. You kissed his hand again and held him in place so he could feel exactly how slick and greedy your slit was. He hissed deep while the cockhead stayed buried and pushed in deeper with every slow press. His thrusts started coming harder and heavier now as the tip slid deep into your cunt while the cockhead pressed against your slick folds with every push.
His shaft stayed slick in his own grip while his hand wrapped tight around it, and his fingers dug slightly so you could feel the pulse and the heat trembling through him. His chest pressed close to yours while his groans were rough yet shaky as his body stayed heavy and bare without holding back. You had his wrist against your shoulder while tilting your hips to meet his desperate thrusts. You guided him easily while your cunt clung greedily to the tip. Your pussy lips wrapped around him while your folds stayed slick and warm as your clit brushed with every press, and you teased him in silence.
Each push of his tip made him hiss while the cockhead rolled against your folds, and his shaft stayed slick and hard in his hand as every desperate movement rattled through his body. You smirked while you let him feel how tight and slick your slit was. Your cunt clung and your folds gripped as your clit brushed with every move. You guided his thrusts to tease him and let him lose himself in the tip. He groaned again with his chest pressed close and his hips jerking while the tip pushed deeper. Your folds clung greedily while his cock stayed slick in his hand.
He is already so desperate now, and every move feels rough and hard, like he just wants more and more, and he doesn't care about anything else. His hand goes from your shoulder to your face, and his fingers touch your jaw and your cheek slowly, like he is trying to remember how you feel. His thumb moves on your lips slowly and his other hand is still holding his cock tight while he is breathing so heavy. The tip slid in and out of your cunt as the cockhead pressed deep against your folds while your clit brushed with every desperate thrust. You held the pillows under your head, and your hips jerked on their own. Your cunt clung greedily, and your folds stayed slick and warm.
Your head rolled slightly against his palm, and your eyes were half-closed while soft moans spilled out. “A-ah… nghh…” You whimpered as your fingers dug into the pillows while his tip pressed deeper and your slick folds gripped him with every movement. He groaned roughly in his throat while his chest pressed hard against yours, and his thumb teased your lips while his hand stroked along your jaw. “Fuck… you feel so tight, mmmh,” he grunted as his cock throbbed slick in his grip. The tip rolled inside your pussy lips while your clit brushed with every thrust.
“Mmhh… ohhh… ngh, hahh,” you breathed while tilting your head against his palm as you slipped further into that needy desperation. Your body moved with the tip, and your hips pressed while your cunt clung tight. Your folds stayed slick as the cockhead pushed deep. He leaned closer and groaned again while the tip rolled inside your slick cunt. His hand traced your cheek and jaw, and deep curses left his mouth. “God- fuck don’t stop mmph…” he says, and his voice already sounds so rough and desperate while his hand moves fast on his cock, all wet.
You moan again and grab the pillow so hard while your hips keep moving up to meet him like your body just can’t stop anymore. Your voice came out thick and needy but still teasing. “Ahh… yeah… nghh… go on…” Your cunt clenched greedily around the tip while he kept moving. His hand stroked your face, and his cock stayed slick and hard. Your folds gripped with every desperate press, and your clit brushed while your body trembled. His thumb slid into your mouth, and you immediately wrapped your lips around it while sucking and licking to taste him. Your eyes shut, and your body reacted to every slow press of his tip. Your cunt clung greedily, and your folds stayed slick and tight.
Your fingers clawed into the pillows while you moved and twisted, and your body was trembling as you sucked on his thumb. He kept thrusting while the tip slid deep into your pussy and the cockhead pressed against your folds with every push. His shaft stayed slick in his hand as he moved with heat and desperation. His free hand came down to your tits as he groped and squeezed, and his thumb rolled over your hard nipples while he teased and kneaded until your chest arched into him. “Hngh… ahh… mmh…” You whimpered around his thumb while your tongue slid over it. He pressed and rolled his fingers over your tits while your nipples stayed tight and slick.
Heat pooled deep inside you as your cunt clung to the tip while your folds rolled with every desperate slide. He groaned roughly and gutturally while his chest pressed against yours, and his thumb moved slightly in your mouth as the tip slid slick and deep into your cunt. The cockhead rolled against your folds, and he muttered, “Ah… yeah… fuck… feels so good,” while his hand stayed on your tits. He kneaded and circled your nipple with his thumb to make your body shiver and jerk. Your hips pressed harder, and your cunt gripped the tip greedily while your folds stayed slick and your clit brushed against him with every motion.
Your fingers fisted into the pillows while your body shivered and your head tilted as moans spilled out. You let him feel how wet and tight your pussy is while he keeps moving fast and desperately and doesn’t stop. He goes in deeper until it’s more than the tip and half of his cock is inside you, while your pussy holds him tight and your clit keeps touching him. Your eyes snapped open as heat pooled deeper inside, and your chest rose fast. There’s something in you that flares and you can’t point out what it is. You yanked his thumb from your mouth and off your face to let him see the glare burning in your eyes.
Your legs moved with intent, and you pressed your foot against his chest to stop his thrusts while your hips tilted back to hold him still. “No,” you said with your voice firm and your hand still on his shoulder. “This isn’t just the tip anymore.” Your pussy tightens around him while you stay wet and dripping on his cock. Your cunt gripped tight, and your clit brushed against him with every move while your body demanded control. He groaned desperately while his chest pressed against yours and his hand left your tits. His cock stayed slick and half-buried in your cunt.
His thrusts stopped suddenly as he let out a rough and needy sound. “Please… can I… go more?” he begged with his voice rough and his eyes dark with want while his hand twitched like he wanted to grope you again but stayed frozen under your command. You smirked as your hips tilted and your pussy clung tight while your folds rolled around his slick cockhead. Your clit brushed just enough to tease him in silence. “No,” you said again with a steady and firm voice while you let him feel the stop of your control.
“Pull out… keep it at the tip… or you don’t get anything.” Your eyes stayed locked on his while your body pressed against his as your cunt gripped his cock and your clit brushed and your folds rolled. Heat and tension crawled over your skin while it dared him to defy you. He slid back slowly as he pulled the deeper part of his cock out of your cunt until only the tip stayed inside. It was slick and swollen while it pressed and rubbed against your slit. His cockhead teased your folds, and your clit brushed hard with every needy push.
His thrusts came faster then while his chest stayed tight to yours and his hand gripped the slick shaft right above the tip as he kept control. The wetness is there between your pussy and his cock. Your foot stays on his chest while your hips move a little to make the tip slide over your folds, and your clit ends up under his hand. Your fingers kneaded your tits and rolled your nipples as you cupped and squeezed and teased yourself while your cunt gripped him tight. “Mm, you like that?” he groaned, and his voice came out deep and rough while his eyes darkened and his hand slid over your clit. Your folds keep holding the tip, and your body is still wet with sweat, and how turned on you are.
“Yeah, yeah, I do,” you say it quietly and teasingly while your thumb moves on your nipple. “But don’t forget it’s just the tip.” Only the tip.” He groaned harder as his hips jerked while his cockhead rubbed against your slit and your folds rolled around him. Your clit brushed with each slick slide. His body pressed tight to yours, and his voice stayed rough while he muttered, “Fuck… you feel so good.” His chest rose fast while he groaned again. “God, I want more…” You smirked as you pressed your hips down and your cunt clung to the tip. Your folds stayed slick while they rolled slowly, and your clit brushed him as you let him grind without slipping in deeper.
“Only the tip. That’s all you get,” you said firmly, and your eyes locked on his while you let him feel the heat and the slick friction and the desperate tightness of your cunt around his cockhead. The pull of control stayed heavy between you. His groan turned needy and thick and almost whiny while his hips jerked hard against your pussy. His cockhead slid over your folds, and your clit rubbed under his hand. You kept teasing him, and you let him feel exactly how little he got while your cunt claimed every slick inch of the tip.
Your hands kneaded your tits while your fingers rolled your nipples. You squeezed and teased yourself while your cunt clung to the slick tip of his cock. Your hips pressed to ride the grind, and your folds rolled over his cockhead while your clit brushed with every slick slide. Art groaned as his chest heaved while he thrust the tip against your slit and his hand pressed over your clit. “Mm, your foot… It’s still on my chest,” he said, and his voice came out rough with need dripping from every word. “I just… I just want more, need it…”
You smirked and tilted your head while your eyes narrowed and your foot pressed heavier against his chest to hold him back. “Mm-hm, sure. I don’t believe you,” you said softly and teasingly while you let him feel the weight of your control. He let out a needy whine while his cock stayed slick and the tip slid over your folds as your clit ground against his hand. “Fuck… I can’t… please,” he groaned while his thrusts jerked desperately, and his hand twitched toward your tits but froze under your presence.
Your cunt clung while your folds stayed slick and tight. Your clit rubbed under his hand as you rolled your nipple again to tease him while letting him feel how wet your pussy was and how your folds gripped the tip and how desperate your body was without giving in. “Mm, I don’t give in to greedy boys,” you said firmly but playfully, while your foot still held him, and you let him feel every slick push and every needy press of his tip. He groaned again while his thrusts jerked and the tip slid over your folds as your clit ground against him. His chest turned slick with sweat while you kept him right there.
His hands twitched but stayed frozen while his cock leaked at the edge pressed against your cunt. He knew he had to obey if he wanted more. His free hand gripped your ankle tight like he needed support while the tip of his cock slid into your cunt, and your hips rolled with him. Your folds clung, and your clit brushed against the base of his hand every time he pressed deeper. He stopped rubbing your clit and let your body ride the slick slide while you felt his cockhead pressing, sliding, and grinding against your folds.
His chest pressed to yours while his breath came ragged and his jaw stayed tight as his eyes burned dark with need. Quiet groans escaped his throat, “Ah- fuck, shit- mmf,” while each thrust jerked harder as the tip slid in slick and thick, and your folds rolled and your cunt clung tight while his cock leaked at the edge. His hand squeezed your ankle until his grip tightened hard as his hips trembled under his desperate need. You moved with him while your cunt sucked the slick tip and your clit brushed him with your folds rolled and your hips matched every press.
Your chest rose and fell with his while your pussy clung and slick coated the tip as you felt him almost losing it. He’s desperate, greedy, and in need of more. Every thrust pushed him closer while every slide of his cockhead tested his control. Your hand wrapped around the part of his cock not buried in your cunt while it stayed slick and hot under your fingers as you gripped him tight and jerked him off slowly. The tip stayed deep inside your folds while it slid wet and tight against your cunt as you clenched around him on purpose, and your pussy sucked at him greedily.
He groaned low and rough while his hips jerked harder as the tip pressed deeper with every slick grind. “Ah- fuck, you’re gonna make me cum too fast if you keep this up,” he rasped desperately and breathlessly while his chest pressed to yours as his hand tightened on your ankle. You didn’t stop while your fingers slid over his shaft as your thumb brushed the leaking cockhead, and you felt him twitch and throb under your grip. Every thrust of his tip into your cunt made you squeeze tighter as your hips rolled and your folds clung and your clit brushed hard while your cunt stayed slick and greedy.
He let out another needy sound, “Mmm- shit- oh god- mmf,” while his thrusts turned messy and desperate as his cockhead stayed slick and pressed against your folds. Your pussy clung to him while it rolled over the tip as your clit pressed slick against him, and your folds stayed tight around the part still buried. You made sure he felt how much control you had while you teased him slowly as he bucked and trembled, greedy and needy and wanting more. You clenched around his tip while your cunt stayed slick as your folds gripped him tight and your clit pressed hard with every slick slide.
Each small push of his cockhead sent shivers through him as his chest pressed against yours and his body shook desperately and needily. You rolled your hips slowly so he could feel every squeeze and every brush of your pussy lips while you teased him. “No, you’re not allowed to cum inside me,” you murmured with your voice low and your smirk pressed against his skin as you let him taste the control you held, even with him pushing into your folds. He groaned as his hips jerked needily and the tip slid slick inside your cunt.
“Ah- fuck come on- stop teasing me- mmf,” he begged while his chest stayed slick against yours and his hands gripped your ankles for balance and his thrusts turned messy and desperate. Your fingers wrapped around the shaft just above the tip as you stroked fast, and your pussy squeezed and clenched tight as your folds rolled over him. Your clit pressed softly against his skin while your cunt stayed greedy and hot. Your hips lifted and pressed down again as you welcomed every little pull and push and let him grind the tip in deeper until his cockhead pressed hard against your slick folds.
Moans spilled from him were rough and needy, “Ahhh- shit- oh god- mmf- hahh- fuck” while every twitch made your pussy clamp tighter and your folds clung slick and your clit brushed against every inch of the buried tip. You matched his thrusts with your own hips, and you pressed your heels against his chest as you teased and reminded him how little power he had left. You kept stroking his slick shaft while your thumb brushed his leaking cockhead until you felt him shiver as the tip slid deeper, and your folds rolled, and your cunt clung greedily.
His whole body shook desperately while his groans came rough as his chest stayed pressed to yours, and his cock twitched while the tip stayed buried perfectly as your folds gripped tight. Finally, he broke as his body shuddered hard and needy, and his cock twitched deep in your cunt, and he came around the tip. His moans ripped out “Ahh- fuck- oh god- nnngh- hahhh” while your cunt stayed slick as your folds held him tight and your clit pressed hard and your pussy clung to every slick inch of him.
Your hand didn’t stop while you kept jerking his shaft as he trembled and his body pressed hard against yours. The tip kept sliding slick inside your greedy cunt while you rode out every rough pulse. He kept thrusting, and the tip slid wet against your folds as his cockhead pressed deep into your cunt while slick ran down the buried tip. Your folds clung tight and hungry with every move. Each push made your pussy squeeze him, and your cunt rolled around the tip. Your clit brushed with each press, and your folds milked the slick cockhead until your pussy stayed wet and wanting.
His hips jerked, and his chest pressed tight to yours. His cock twitches and leaks while his body moves greedily and desperately, like he still wants to push more in, even when it’s already just what you allowed him to use. Your hands go on your chest to squeeze and twist your nipples until they stay hard and sensitive under your fingers. Your skin looks shiny under the light, and one of your hands goes down to your clit to rub it slowly. You rubbed fast, and the slick glided under your fingers while your folds clamped down and your pussy milked the tip inside. Your cunt gripped him like it wanted to drag him deeper.
Your hips lifted to roll against him, and your pussy clamped down tighter. Your folds stayed slick as you slid along the tip, and your clit brushed with every slow thrust. “Ahh- fuck- mmph,” he groaned while his hips jerked and his cock twitched until the tip pressed deep and slick inside you. His hand grabbed your ankle for support, and the other twitched above your pussy. His breath turned desperate and needy as every pulse of him hit your cunt. Your folds rolled around the slicked cockhead as your pussy milked him and your clit throbbed under your fingers while your body rocked with every desperate thrust.
You pressed harder on your clit before your hips lifted and your folds clung tighter until your pussy squeezed around the tip. Your cunt milked him while slick ran down the buried cockhead. Your chest pressed against his, and your breath came ragged and shaky while your folds stayed tight and needy. “Mmm, trying to push it deeper, huh?” you murmured and teased while your smirk pressed to his chest. His hips jerked needily and twitched while the tip stayed slick and greedy.
“Ahh- fuck- yes, god, please- mmph,” he groans while his hips move harder and his chest presses on yours. The tip slides inside your pussy all wet and your folds keep holding it tight like it doesn't want him out. His hand grabs your ankle hard to keep his balance, and his body shakes from how wet and tight your pussy feels. Your folds rolled with each thrust while your pussy tightened and moved wetly around him. You rocked harder on your fingers while your pussy clamped tight and your folds stayed firm as your cunt milked the slick tip. Your clit throbbed as your hips pressed into him.
Your chest slid against his while your cunt stayed slick and needy. Your folds rolled slowly while your pussy gripped every inch of his cockhead. Your orgasm hit and shook through your body as your cunt clenched hard and your folds stayed tight. Your pussy milked him while your clit pulsed, and your cunt stayed hot and slick around his tip. You trembled while your body sagged into his as you gasped, and your cunt still clamped tight. Your folds rolled slowly while your pussy stayed soaked around his slick tip.
He pushed into your slick cunt with the tip buried deep while your folds clung tight around him like they refused to let go. Your body arched under his weight while your pussy rolled around him, and your clit brushed the buried cockhead. Your cunt stayed hot and gripping while your folds milked him with every shaky breath. Every inch of him pressed deep as his cockhead sank into your folds. Your pussy squeezes him so greedily and still stays wet under him even when he’s not moving and just staying there catching his breath.
His chest presses hard on yours with his hot body, which makes your skin feel like it's burning. His arms stay by his sides to hold you down, and you can feel his breath on your skin. He puts his face on your neck before his lips brush on your skin softly, while his smell mixes with yours. His cock stays deep inside you and twitches a bit in your pussy like it still wants more. You hiss softly while your tits press under his chest and your nipples get hard. Your folds gripped him tight while your cunt clung slowly. Your hands move on his back and your fingers dig into his skin, pulling him closer, while your body presses more on his.
Your hips tilted a little while the buried tip sank deeper, and your pussy stayed slick as your folds rolled over him and your cunt gripped and teased with every slow move. His free hand hovered at your waist while his thumb brushed over your folds and clit as he teased, even while he stayed still. His chest stayed heavy on yours while his breathing came deep and rough. “Mm… damn.” He murmured against your neck with a rough and needy voice. “You’re so tight.” You tilted your head and smirked despite your ragged breathing while your pussy clung and your folds stayed slick around his cock.
“You only get to stay here if you behave,” you said in a low teasing voice while he felt your control even as he rested on you with his cock buried deep and your cunt gripping him tight. Your clit keeps rubbing on his skin every time you move to breathe, and your body stays hot under his weight. He let out a low sound and pushed his face more on your neck while his chest pressed harder on yours. His cock is still deep inside your folds, and it twitches like he’s trying so hard to hold it in. Your cunt stayed slick and warm while you let the quiet between your bodies speak. The heat of him pressed into you until it became the only sound that mattered.
Warnings: smut, switch reader x switch will, use of pet names (darling, baby), drinking, fluff, making out, penetration (p in v), cowgirl, oral (f receiving), handjob, female anatomy, gender neutral reader no use of y/n.
Word Count: 2,5K
You really should be paying attention to the lecture. And boy were you trying to but his fucking hands. His fucking hands were driving you insane. Every time he fidgeted with them as he spoke or used them to point out a particular aspect of the crime he was analyzing you found yourself distracted.
It wasn’t hard to have a crush on Will. He was an attractive guy. An attractive slightly older guy who passed off a sort of touch starved vibe. You had a thing for guys like that. The only problem was that he was your teacher. All though you didn’t think that should matter. You were an adult who was capable of making your own choices and so was Will. The real issue was the way that your little crush had started affecting your learning. You tried to pay attention to what Will was saying but as soon as your eyes caught a glimpse of his lips you could help but think of kissing him. You were so deep in thought you didn't notice him finish his lecture. And you didn’t notice as your colleagues shuffled out of the classroom. Your head snapped up at the sound of someone calling your name. Your eyes found Will's frame. He was sitting on top of his desk, eyes locked onto you. You stared at him in silence.
“You okay?”
His brows furrowed in worry as he continued to observe you. Gosh he was cute like this. You shook your head letting out a small laugh.
“Yeah. Sorry Mr.Graham must have gotten caught up in my own head.”
“Will’s fine.”
“Sorry what?”
“Oh uh you can just call me Will.”
“Oh okay Will. I’ll get out of your hair.”
You picked up your textbook, shoving it in your bag before moving down the steps towards Will's desk. You gave him a small smile as you made your way to the door.
“Are you sure you're okay?”
His question made you freeze. You turned around so that you were facing him. His hands were pushed up against his desk drawing attention to his muscles. You bit the inside of your cheek forcing yourself to focus on his face.
“Why do you ask?”
“I just noticed you haven’t been yourself lately. You usually participate a lot in class. But you’ve been really quiet this past week. It got me wondering.”
“Can i be honest?”
“Of course.”
“I’ve had a lot on my mind the last few days and I'm having trouble keeping up in class. I didn't want to say anything because I know what everyone will say.”
“What will they say?”
“That I'm not cut out for this.”
Will let out an understanding hum. He pushed his body off the desk, turning his back to you as he made his way to his chair. You watched him, taking in how his body moved. On instinct you found yourself moving towards his desk. It was as if there was some invisible force pulling you to him.
“When I started teaching people thought I wasn't gonna last a week. They thought I was too odd. Too sensitive to handle a classroom dynamic. Do you know what I did?”
You shake your head.
“I proved them wrong.”
Will grinned at you and you couldn’t help but grin back at him. A moment of silence passed over the room. Will was deep in thought. You could tell just by looking at him. You thought of going on your way but before you could move Will started to speak once more.
“Show me what you’re having a hard time with.”
“Oh no, I couldn't possibly do that. You have to go home and i-”
“Do you have plans?”
You didn’t, not unless you count eating dinner alone and watching a movie before bed as plans.
“You’re sure I won't be a bother?”
“Not at all. Believe it or not I actually enjoy teaching. Could you just do me a favor first?”
“Yeah sure, what do you need?”
“Close the door will you?”
You placed your bag on Will’s desk before walking to the door. You stuck your head out looking at the empty hall. You shut the door carefully before turning around. Your eyes fell on Will's frame. He was sitting on his desk, his hand slicking back his hair as he waited for you.
You were stuck in a room with Will Graham.
What had you gotten yourself into?
It turns out there was a lot more you’d missed then you had anticipated. Will didn’t seem to mind though. He went over every case you didn’t remember and never judged you for missing any clues. Even if they were kind of obvious. After a while the two of you drifted into other topics. You told Will about your life and he shared stories of his dogs. At some point Will had pulled out a bottle of whiskey from his desk and everything seemed to go downhill from there.
You were currently sitting on the floor desperately trying to breathe in between laughs. Will had just told you about the time Winston had run away and gotten sprayed by a skunk.
“ I couldn't get the smell out of the house for a week. And the other dogs didn’t want to go near him. They treated him like he was contagious.”
“You’re kidding!”
“I swear!”
The sound of yours and Will's laugh filled the room again. He let out a deep sigh, finally managing to regain his breath. When you met his gaze he had a smile plastered on his face.
“What is it?”
“Oh nothing. It’s just been a while since I've done something like this.”
“What, gotten drunk in a classroom?”
“Had a fun time with someone.”
Your stomach did a flip at Will's words. You knew he wasn’t a typically social guy but you imagined he had friends. You’d seen him talking to Dr.Bloom a couple of times and couldn’t help but notice how he looked at him.
It was the same way you looked at him.
“Hey.”
Will placed his hand on yours leaning his head to the side.
“Did I say something?”
“No. Sorry. Just having a hard time believing you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nevermind. I should get going. It's getting late.”
You rose from the ground. Will mirrored your movements, rising to his feet as well. You downed the last of your drink, placing your cup down on Wills desk. You accidentally knocked your bag down in the process, causing your things to go spilling out everywhere.
“Oh fuck me.”
“Here let me help.”
Will crouched down beside you helping you gather your things. The two of you moved without paying too much attention, the alcohol in your system making you clumsy. Somehow you managed to knock your head into Will's nose.
“Oh shit sorry Will.”
“It’s okay.”
“No it’s not. You might be bleeding. Here let me take a look.”
You guided Will to his chair, your things forgotten on the floor. He sat down, his hand still applying pressure to his nose. You placed a hand on top of him, guiding him to let go. He understood your request. Your fingers moved carefully over his nose, trying to see if anything was bruised. Will hissed as you touched a tender spot.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“I’m not a doctor but i don't think anything is broken. And you're not bleeding so you should be fine.”
Instinctively you placed your hand on Will's cheek. You watched him close his eyes, learning into your touch. Slowly Will opened his eyes. His blue orbs bore into you. He was looking up at you with puppy eyes. Your breath sped up at the sight. His lips parted slightly to whisper your name. Will's hand moved to the back of your leg. He pushed your body closer to his, hand wrapping around your thigh. You lifted your leg allowing him to guide you onto his lap. Will moved his head to the side, moving to kiss your wrist. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as he continued to kiss down your arm. A gasp left your mouth as Will pressed his face into your chest, his arms wrapping around your back as he desperately tried to be closer to you. You could feel his tongue though the fabric of your shirt. The feeling caused you to throw your head back as your hands made their way into Will’s curls. You heard him call your name again making you look down at him. He had his head against your chest, his beautiful blue eyes staring up at you.
“Yes?”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Please.”
Will pulled you down into him, allowing the two of you to be face to face. The kiss was gentle and far too quick for your liking. Your lips parted for each other. Will put his hand on your cheek. His thumb moved over your lips, caressing them. You opened your mouth, tongue darting out to lick the tip of his digit. Will let out a shuddered breath at the action. You smirked at him.
“You should be careful darling. You don’t know who you’re playing with.”
“Oh yeah? Why don’t you show me?”
The grin that made its way onto Will's face could only be described as wolfish. Before you knew it Will had risen from his seat and placed you on the ground. He wasted no time working his way into your pants. You gasped as his fingers played with your folds.
“This wet already?”
“In all honesty i’ve been wet since we started talking.”
“Jesus baby.”
“I think about you a lot. In class. In bed. Anywhere really.”
“Oh yeah? And what do you think about?”
“Your hands, your back, what you’d look like naked.”
“So that's why you’re behind? Been to busy thinking of fucking me to pay attention.”
“Yes…”
Will tugged at your pants, pulling them down your leg. You lifted your hips to help him out. He lent down, placing a kiss to your thighs and you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. Will grazed his teeth against your skin and then continued to kiss the spot.
“Will, please.”
“What do you want?”
“Anything, just please give me something.”
“Only cause you’ve been good.”
A moan broke from your lips as Will's tongue moved over your folds. You placed your hand over your face, head turning to the side as Will ate you out. He was skilled. A lot more skilled than you’d imagined him to be. The way his tongue moved over your pussy had you screaming out for him. Your sounds seemed to spur him on because whenever you let out a yelp, Will would focus all his energy into that spot. His palm was splayed against your chest, fingers gripping at your breast.
You wrapped your hands around Will's wrist dragging his hand up to your face. You placed two of his fingers into your mouth sucking on them eagerly. Will let out a grunt at the feeling, his hips moving against the carpet for some much needed friction. You watched him hump the carpet like a dog in heat and you couldn’t help but want to pleasure him too. You wanted to make him feel as good as he was making you feel because he deserved it. But at the moment you were far more focused on cumming.
“Will, baby, I'm so close…”
“Yeah. You gonna cum for me?”
“Ah Will-shit ugh-please.”
Will seemed to know exactly what you were begging for. He placed a kiss on your clit as he inserted two fingers into you. The combination of his fingers inside you, his tongue on you and the sight of the blissed out look on his face had you cumming in seconds. You yelled out his name, your hand tugging on his curls as you came. Will laid down beside you as you came down from your high. His hand went to his dick, tugging at his pants in an attempt to get some relief. You tried to catch your breath, tilting your head to look at Will. You noticed how he fidgeted with his hard on. You called out his name, making him tilt his head to look at you.
“What is it?”
“Touch yourself for me.”
Will hesitated for a moment, eyes searching for your approval.
“It’s okay baby, you can touch yourself. It’s your reward for making me feel good.”
It was funny how quickly you managed to switch roles and by the look on Will's face you could tell he enjoyed it. Will opened his zipper, his hand moving to free his member. You inched closer to him, nuzzling your face into the croak of his neck. Will whined as he started stroking his dick. You unbuttoned his shirt, placing your hand on his skin. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he continued to pleasure himself.
“That’s it baby.”
“Oh fuck. Want to…”
“Tell me what you need, Will.”
“Need to be inside of you.”
“Okay, since you’ve been a good boy. I’ll give you what you want.”
You pushed your body off the ground, moving to be on your hands and knees. You crawled over Will's body maneuvering yourself so you were hovering over his dick. You placed your hands on his chest bracing yourself. Will humped into you causing his dick to nudge against your cunt.
“Ah ah patience Will.”
“Sorry.”
Slowly you sank down onto his dick. His hands gripped your hips instinctively. You let out a breath, trying to adjust to his size. You clenched around Will, making him grunt at the feeling. You lifted your hips before dropping back down. Will moved in unison with you, his hand playing with your nipples as you continued to ride him. Your nails dug into his chest as you moved, the sounds he was letting out only spurring you on. You could feel your upcoming orgasm causing you to fasten your movements.
“Fuck i’m gonna cum. Gotta get out darling.”
Will moved to tug you on him but you sank your nails into his shoulders. He looked up at you with a startled look.
“I’m on the pill. Cum inside just please…fill me up. I want you to fill me up.”
You had no idea what your words did to him but it became clear a few seconds later. You barely had time to register Wills orgasm before your own ripped through you. You sagged onto his chest exhaustion finally catching up to you. Will placed a kiss on your neck before nuzzling his nose into you. You caressed his chest as you two tried to recover.
“Think you’ll be able to pay attention in class now?”
“No fucking way.”
Will's laugh filled the room, his chest vibrating against yours. You couldn’t help but grin at the sound.
⠀ X-RATED ⒅ ꜜ proceed with caution. ⍈ first time intercourse. ᝢ alcohol use. ᝢ fingering. ᝢ clit stimulation. ᝢ nipple play. ᝢ unprotected p in v. ᝢ internal ejaculation ⸝ creampie. ᝢ size kink. ᝢ overstimulation. ᝢ rough sex. ᝢ manhandling. ᝢ degradation ⸝ praise language. ᝢ aftercare. (ㅤ 7.1k words ㅤ)ㅤ
⠀ ABOUT? ꜜ You looked the part, sure, but the whole “experienced” thing? Not so much. Funny how it turns out that appearances don’t tell much when it comes to experience.
⠀ NOTES ꜜ Hello!!!! I'm back after days of ghosting my kinktober and account!! <3
It always came as a shock to people who didn’t know you well that you still hadn’t actually gone further than making out in the dark corner of a club. Maybe it’s because how you dress up, dance, and laugh with a drink in hand makes people judge you. Your friends never believed it when you told them and you stopped trying to convince them honestly. Being a virgin didn’t make you shy though. If anything it made you reckless in other ways and you dared yourself to lean into the image they already had of you.
That was how you ended up being pushed toward him. Bucky wasn’t like the others in the club. The lights bounced off his glass but never touched his face and his jaw stayed tight while his eyes stayed fixed on nothing in particular. He looked like he had been sitting there long before you arrived and he drank his whiskey slowly while brooding in the middle of loud music. When your friend whispered, “Go flirt with him,” you laughed it off but kept staring anyway because, honestly, what was he even doing there? He looked out of place, but somehow that made it worse because now you couldn’t stop looking. Yet the moment your eyes stayed on him too long his head lifted and caught you.
The weight of his stare made you freeze and he didn’t look away. He kept staring like he was trying to read your whole life story or something and your chest started doing that stupid tight thing. You let out this awkward little laugh even though you were dying inside and then your friend decided to ruin it by shoving you right at him. That was all it took for you to start walking over with your heels clicking against the floor with your skin feeling hot the closer you got. You didn’t even know why you were doing it but there you were walking straight to him like that was a good idea. So you went to him at the bar while trying to act like you belonged there and you said, “You don’t even look like you’re having fun,” like it wasn’t the most obvious line ever
His eyes dropped to your mouth then back up again and he said, “I’m not here to have a good time.” You should’ve walked away right there, but no, your dumb ass stayed because of that voice. It was rough and deep and honestly? You knew better but guess what? That didn’t stop you! You even tilted your head a bit and smiled at them. “So what are you here for then?” He lifted his glass and swallowed another mouthful before answering, “To drink. To forget.” For a moment you weren’t sure if you should push. Yet he kept watching you and his eyes didn’t move while his jaw stayed set so it felt like the choice wasn’t yours anymore. You moved closer until your arm brushed against his and he let out a short breath. “You know what you want,” he muttered.
“Or drunk,” you teased back even though you weren’t. That was the first time you saw the corner of his mouth twitch into something like a smirk. He leaned in just slightly and close enough that you could smell the whiskey on his breath when he said, “Drunk girls usually don’t look me in the eye like that.” The next thing you know? His hand was at your waist and he steered you off the stool. Then you didn’t protest or decline the implication that this was about to go when he walked you out of the club and you didn’t even tell your friends you were leaving.
The streets were quiet and the cool night air sobered you fast but the rush in your chest stayed strong with the way his hand never left your body. By the time his door shut behind you, your back was already against the wall and his mouth was on yours. You didn’t even think and just let it happen because like who would even stop that? The kiss was messy and a little too eager while you grabbed his shirt. He made this sound that made your stomach twist in the best way. He was all over you pulling at your skirt and grabbing your thighs and you could already tell you weren’t walking out of there fine. He didn’t stop until you both stumbled toward his bedroom and the mattress caught you when he pushed you down. Hovering above you with his breathing heavy he yanked his jacket off. That’s when you saw it.
The sound of the leather hitting the floor barely registered because your eyes had already fallen on the arm that gleamed under the dim light. It was one thing to hear stories about it and another to see the plates move and the fingers curl into a fist while the metal caught every glint and shadow. Your lips parted before you realized and your chest rose and fell faster as he noticed. Bucky didn’t explain. He only flexed the fingers once and slowly like he was letting you take it in before his hand lowered toward your hip.
The jacket slipped from his shoulders and the sight of the metal arm locked you in place. You couldn’t stop staring at it while the dim light slid across the steel and caught on each line where the plates connected. His jaw tightened when he caught your reaction but he didn’t explain. He simply reached for you and pushed your thighs wider as he stood at the edge of the bed. A spark ran through your body when his hands slid down and tugged at your dress. He didn’t bother unzipping it carefully. He just pulled it over your head until you were left in nothing but your bra and panties.
A shiver ran across your skin when the cold air hit yet it was his eyes dragging over your body that made you pull at the sheets. His gaze didn’t rush and it didn’t skip a thing like he was trying to take everything in. The look burned more than the club lights ever did and it made your thighs press together on their own. That was when he let his metal hand drop lower with his fingertips slipping under the band of your panties. The sudden cold made you gasp and your hips jerked before you could stop yourself.
“Too cold?” he asked with his mouth twitching at the edge. “It feels… wrong,” you admitted quickly with the words tumbling out before you thought better. His brow lifted like you’d just amused him but he didn’t push. Instead, the hand slid away and the solid weight of his real palm replaced it. The change made you exhale shakily and your back arched as his fingers rubbed against your slit through the thin fabric. “Better?” he muttered while watching your face closely. “Y-yeah,” you whispered and your breath caught when the tip of his finger pressed against your folds more firmly.
The rush under your skin built too much to bear as he pushed under the fabric. The rough pads of his fingers brushed right against your pussy and a sound escaped you before you could hold it back. It was muffled and quick. His jaw clenched and his eyes darkened while he pressed lower and slid between your lips until your body tensed. You grabbed at his wrist not to stop him but because your nerves were firing too hard. His finger slipped inside slowly and filled you so you buried your face into the pillow with a broken “Nnnhh- wait-”
He froze and his eyes narrowed as he searched your expression. “What?” You swallowed with your throat dry and forced the words out. “I’ve… never done this before.” It was the first time since you’d walked up to him at the bar that he actually pulled away. His hand slipped free from your panties and his shoulders rose as he straightened. He cursed under his breath and dragged a palm over his face while staring down at you. “You’re a virgin?” Your chest rose and fell fast with panic bubbling up but you nodded anyway. “Jesus Christ” he muttered and stepped back a little like distance would fix anything. He dragged a hand through his hair like he was trying to wake up from it or something. You could see him thinking hard like he was trying to make sense of what you just said but failing really badly. “I’m not fucking a virgin. Not- fuck no.” Yeah right. Sure.
The words stung yet his tone wasn’t cruel. It sounded more like disbelief and a man much older than he looked suddenly realizing what he was doing. It didn’t even sound like anger because it was more like disbelief or maybe shock like he woke up mid-scene and realized what the hell he was doing. So he just stood there at the edge of the bed breathing like he forgot how air works. For a second you thought he might start laughing or crying. Maybe both. Then you just watched him stand there looking fucked until it hit you that maybe he really didn’t know what to do next. In the end, the whole thing felt wrong but also funny and you feel kinda guilty. You hated how you couldn’t even pick which one was more. The silence weighed on you until you sat up on your elbows with your hair falling around your face as you looked at him.
“I won’t come here if I don’t want this,” you said steadily even though your chest was tight. “If I don’t want to get fucked I’d leave.” His eyes flickered at that and his jaw went tight like you just hit a nerve. Your hands are shaking when you reach back to unclip your bra because being forward is something you are not scared to do and he’s been staring at your tits all night anyway so might as well give him what he’s asking for. You slip it off your arms until your tits are out in front of him and he’s looking straight at them like he’s about to put his face between them. Don’t forget his face when you when you start to put your thumbs under your waistband to push down your panties slowly just to tease him. Your legs opened just enough like you knew exactly what you were doing. And the look he gave you? Yeah, he could’ve dropped to his knees and gone down on you for hours like that man was fighting for his life.
He made this sound from his chest that wasn’t even that loud but it changed everything before he dragged his hand down his face. “You’re fucking insane,” he said as if he was not the one about to start praying to your pussy. The words didn’t match the way he stepped forward and the weight of his body sank the mattress when he came back to you. His mouth found yours hard like he couldn’t stop himself with his teeth scraping against your lip before he slowed down. He kissed your jaw then your neck and trailed lower until he pressed kisses across your chest. The metal hand stayed on the bed beside you steady while his other hand slid down your stomach.
When he moved between your thighs your breath hitched. You tried to close your legs out of instinct but his palm pushed gently at your knee and spread you open again. “Relax,” he said with his voice rough but calmer than before. His eyes looked at you for a second and just stared at you before he bent down so he could put his lips inside your thigh. Your body immediately reacted and a gasp left your throat and it felt sweet on your mouth when he flattened and dragged his tongue over your pussy. It wasn’t rushed. He licked slowly and parted your folds while circling the swollen bud until your hips lifted on their own.
The sound you made was muffled into the back of your hand and it was needy but broken in small bursts. His hand pressed over your stomach to hold you still as he went down on you again and his tongue moved against you until your chest rose fast. You tried to squeeze your thighs shut but his shoulders stayed firm and held you open while he took his time. When he finally pulled back his lips were wet and his breathing rougher. “You taste good,” he muttered while brushing his mouth across your thigh before moving back up the bed.
His fingers slid against your slit again slow and steady as they pushed past your entrance with more care this time. The pull burned but his thumb stroked over your clit as if he knew exactly how to make the sting fade into something else. “Still good?” he asked while watching every twitch of your face as his finger pressed deeper. “Mmnh- yeah,” you managed and you gripped the sheets as your body clenched around him. His breath mixed with yours when his forehead lowered against yours for a moment. “Then I’ll make it slow,” he whispers, and the way his voice drops makes your stomach turn upside down.
He moves his fingers at a consistent pace and they curl perfectly inside of you as his thumb touches your clit again so he can rub it. Every push and pull of his fingers from your pussy makes your throat keep working to produce sounds out of you. He does not even care that it’s muffled when you’re literally biting your lip trying to stay quiet and he’s still acting like it’s the hottest thing ever. Your body is twitching and you feel tense while his fingers are fucking you like he’s measuring how long he should do that to make it easy for you later. It feels so good to the point you are grinding on his hand desperately and acting like it’s the only thing that matters while he’s just staring at you like he can’t believe how responsive your body is. He looks completely gone and you can feel it too.
His hand is right there and you keep chasing it when he pulls it out and that makes you do it like you can’t help it. Your lashes flutter when his knuckles go deeper and he looks like he’s gonna lose it. You try to fight it, but it hits so fast and every time his palm presses down you just can’t act like you don’t want it. Your thighs trembled as the pressure crept higher. He leaned in closer and his lips grazed your temple as he whispered, “There it is. Don’t hold it back.” A loud cry is triggered when the tension snaps out of you and you clench so tight around his fingers while your cum slides down on his fingers and just soaks them wet. Your stomach is quivering from the orgasm with your legs suffocating his wrist between you before hiding your face against his neck while your whole body tries to catch up with what just happened. For a moment neither of you moved.
His hand slowed but didn’t pull away and he let you ride out the shudders against his chest. When you finally loosened your grip his mouth curved in a small smirk. “Shy now?” he teased quietly while brushing damp hair away from your face. Your cheeks grew hotter and you mumbled against his collarbone, “I… never came like that before.” His eyes darkened at that and stayed on your skin before he pulled his hand free and wiped it casually on the sheets. He leaned back while still staring at you as he asked, “You want me to grab a condom?” You blinked with your nerves spiking all over again but you shook your head slowly and asked, “Do we need to?” He gave a short laugh though it wasn’t mocking. “I get checked. Always clean.”
He licked his lips while his eyes never left you before he spoke to say, “It’s not like I’m out here fucking around.” It’s fair. He has the look and all, but he has the look of a tired guy who has spent fighting demons in his life. His dumb line made it easier to breathe though. Like- oh. Finally, a guy who’s not thinking entirely with his dick. Your stomach twisted but you still managed, “Then… no condom.” The words were blurted almost too fast like you are embarrassed by the decision you made and it was obvious with the way your voice sounded so low. His eyebrow raised slightly after hearing that like he’s checking if he’s not projecting what he wants and really heard it right. His eyes also imply that he’s figuring out if you understood what you just said. “So you want me to stay in or pull out?” he asked and every part of your skin wants to be flayed out of your body while you don’t give him a quick answer. Your heart was beating fast and it felt like he could hear it.
“Inside,” you whispered and you were too embarrassed to look at him. “God,” was the only thing he said as if he needed some guidance after hearing what you just said. He doesn’t look annoyed when you peeked to look at him. It was torn between hunger and something more careful. “We’re getting you plan b in the morning,” he said firmly like it wasn’t up for debate. He stood from the bed and took off his jacket before you could even argue about it. Not that you will argue about plan b! It’s just he’s spoonfeeding you with everything. His jacket hit the floor with a thud before his shirt followed to be taken care of until his chest came into view.
He was broad and scarred while muscles moved under his skin. What shocked you was the metal arm underneath and much clearer now that it’s caught by the dim light in the room, especially as he's more exposed to it. Your breath caught in your throat like you couldn’t believe what you just saw while he continued working on taking off his clothes. The metal clinks as he unbuckles his belt so he can push his pants down his hips. His cock was already pushing against his briefs and it looked thick enough that your thighs pressed together before you could even stop yourself. He noticed and his lips twitched slightly as he shoved the last layer down to free himself.
For a beat, all he did was stand there at the edge of the bed completely bare while he watched your reaction. His eyes stare at you through your soul to the point you can feel it, but you don’t have the guts to look away even when your cheeks feel so hot. “You’re staring,” you said and your voice came out shaky. He smirked a little and said, “So are you.” The tension between the two of you heightened especially when he climbed back onto the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight as he leaned over you again so he could brace himself with his hand. He pressed bus lips against yours in a slow and more controlled kiss this time. It was almost tender even with the heavy length of him pressing against your thigh.
His mouth stayed locked on yours while the thick head of his cock pressed against your slit and smeared through your wetness before he pushed forward just enough to part you. The bite hit instantly and it was piercing enough that you broke from the kiss while biting at his lower lip. He groaned into your mouth and the sound was deep and rough but he didn’t push deeper. “Easy,” he murmured while he brushed his nose against your cheek and kissed you again. His lips stayed slow and steady like he was trying to pull your focus back to his mouth instead of the intrusion. “Relax. I’ve got you.”
The pressure grew as he guided himself inch by inch and his cock forced you open in a way that had your hands clutching at his shoulders. Every nerve pulled tight as your walls clung to him. You whimpered into his mouth and broken little sounds spilled as your teeth caught his lip again when he sank deeper. “That’s it,” he whispered against your tongue and his voice was thick. “Taking me so good.” Your leg moved when he hooked his arm under it and lifted and bent it up onto his side to open you more.
The angle made the pull tighter yet it also let him slide further until the weight of him settled deep inside. Your head fell back into the pillow and your lips parted against his kiss while you tried to adjust around him. He stilled with his chest rising fast and his jaw tight from holding back. For a second he didn’t move much except for his mouth and he kissed down from your cheek to your neck. He left wet spots along the way until he reached your chest. His tongue went around your nipple before he sucked on it slowly. The action he did made you gasp because it felt a little painful, but still felt good enough to make you forget how full you felt inside.
“Better?” he asked against your breast and his voice was muffled while he licked and sucked again. You nodded quickly and whispered, “Mm- yeah. Just… big.” A short chuckle rumbled from his throat. He lifted his head enough to meet your eyes and his lips were shiny from your skin. “That’s ‘cause I am.” He kissed you again and it was slow and grounding before he moved his hips just enough to nudge deeper. The sudden push dragged a sound out of you and it was muffled when he swallowed it in another kiss. Your nails dug into his back while he rocked shallowly to test you and his hand rubbed up and down your thigh that hung over his side.
Your pussy squeezes and clenches as you try to make room for him with every small thrust he’s doing. “Yeah? Want more?” he asks you and his breath feels hot close to you. His thumb flicks over your skin to give you some soft and comforting strokes before his mouth returns to your chest so he can give the other nipple some attention. The mix of his slow kisses, the steady drag of his mouth on your tits, and the heavy fullness buried inside made your body start to ease around him. The sting faded and it was replaced by a throbbing pull that had you moaning softly into his hair.
You clutched him closer and whispered, “Move more, please.” He paused for only a second before he drew back and pushed in again. This time he was deeper with his cock dragging against every tight inch of you. His hips started to move. He wasn’t rushed but each slow push made every inch of him drag inside you before he pulled almost all the way back. The deep slide had your mouth parting against his kiss and a soft whimper slipped out while your nails dug into his shoulders.
Each thrust pressed you open again as if your cunt still hadn’t gotten used to how thick he was. Your voice broke around the words, “You don’t fit-” as he sank deep. The weight of his cock made your walls clench tight around him. Bucky groaned under his breath into your ear and his lips brushed your skin while he muttered, “I’m already in. Feel that? You’re stuffed full but you’re taking me.” His pace stayed steady and each thrust was slow and heavy while the length of him pushed into places that made your stomach twist and tighten.
The pull still made your thighs tremble and your leg hung over his side shaking a little while he held it firm with his metal hand. His eyes never left you even when he pulls back again so he can just watch the way your face reacts when the tip of his cock almost pulls all the way out just to sink it back. He planted a kiss on the corner of your mouth to steady you as you gasp and clutch tighter at him. “Too much?” he asked with his forehead pressing to yours. His chest rose and fell hard though he kept his thrusts slow and ground all the way in like he wanted you to feel every bit of his size.
You shook your head quickly and your voice was shaky as you whispered, “Just… feels too big.” The words came with a muffled moan when he bottomed out again and your back arched into him. “Yeah?” He gave a subtle smirk although his jaw was tight. “That’s ‘cause this pussy’s never had me in it. You’ll open around it.” His hand slid down between your bodies and his thumb brushed over your clit in slow circles while his cock pushed in deep again. “I’ll make it fit.” The touch pulled another sound from you and it was a messy desperate whine that had him groaning through clenched teeth.
His thrusts stayed steady but firm and each one pushed deeper until your body started to loosen around him. The pressure inside turned into a heavy fullness that made your toes curl while your walls tightened around his cock with every slow push. It got messy real fast when he kissed you again because how the way his tongue slides past your mouth so he can taste you more while he continues moving his hips to thrust deep in your pussy. You swore you felt it in your stomach. Pulling from your lips his voice dropped rough against your ear. “See? You’re opening up for me now. Told you it would fit.”
That steady pace didn’t last. Once he felt your body relax around him Bucky’s hand on your hip tightened and his thrusts turned rougher. His cock drove deep with each hard snap of his hips. The strain burned but every push made your walls squeeze tighter until you were crying out into his mouth. His hand moves up until it finds your waist and his fingers press into it before he can drag you closer. He started to move deeper and pounding with much precise movements so his cock head would reach your spot which makes you gasp up a broken choked sound.
He groaned against your ear and muttered, “Feel that? Stuffed so full I can see the outline.” His metal hand pressed on your stomach and forced your back down into the mattress while the bulge under his palm made your eyes widen. “That’s me right there,” he said while he pushed harder so you could feel how far he was. Your nails dragged down his shoulders while your breath came out in shaky gasps. “Nnnhh- too deep, Bucky-” you managed but the way your hips rose to meet his told another story.
He grunted with his jaw tight while his hips slammed harder and made your body jolt under him. “Can’t help it,” he groaned. “You’re gripping like you don’t wanna let me go. Can’t pull out even if I wanted to.” Each push and pull of his cock makes you open more around him and the heaviness of him makes your walls clench until you feel sloppy and pulsing. His mouth gets back into action when it lands on your chest so he can play with your nipple while his fingers play with the other one. The drag of his teeth only made the pounding hit deeper.
Your back arched and another broken moan spilled out as he growled against your skin. “Too big,” you whimpered, your voice shaking as his cock drove into you again and again. “Still doesn’t fit-” Bucky pulled back from your chest with his lips wet and his jaw set while his thrusts never slowed. “Already got you open, baby. Look how much you’re taking. Pussy’s swallowing all of it.” His thumb found your clit as he rubbed tight circles while his other hand gripped your hip to keep you still when he sank deeper. The touch pulled another sound from you and your cunt clenched so tight around him that he groaned low in his chest.
“Fuck,” he muttered as his hips slammed harder and sweat rolled down his temple. “This little pussy was made for me.” Every rough push dragged you closer and the sight of his cock bulging through your belly made your chest tighten. You clawed at his shoulders and the words tumbled out in a breathless cry. “Bucky- it’s too much- I can feel you everywhere-” Your breath caught in your throat as each thrust took what little air you had left. “Good,” he growled as he pounded harder and his hips smacked against your thighs with wet slaps. “I want you to feel it. Every inch.”
Your legs were suddenly lifted and bent tight as he hooked them over his shoulders and pressed you open wide for him. The new angle forced his cock even deeper. The first thrust had your voice breaking into a loud moan. His chest pressed forward until your thighs were almost against you and he folded you under him while his hips slammed down again and again. Each deep shove pushed the thick length higher inside and it hit a spot that made your stomach flutter while your hands clawed for anything to hold.
“Fuck-” he groaned as he braced himself and his thrusts grew harder while sweat dripped down his temple onto your skin. His metal hand slid up your belly and pressed down over the bulge that formed every time he drove into you. The sight of his palm flattening against that thick ridge made your eyes widen and your voice spilled in a trembling cry. “Bucky- oh god- I can feel it, I can feel you right there-” He looked down at the spot where his cock strained under your skin and his jaw tightened as he pushed deeper just to watch it swell.
“Look at this,” he muttered as his voice went rough and his hips snapped forward to force the bulge higher into his hand. “That’s me. Stuffed so full I can see my cock inside you.” Your thighs trembled where they hung over his shoulders and your body shook with every slam of his hips. The pressure on your stomach and the way he filled you left you gasping while words spilled out without thought. “Too much- it’s too big- Bucky, it’s splitting me open-” He grunted as his thumb pressed down on the bulge while his cock shoved deeper beneath it and it made you cry out. “Taking it so fucking deep,” he growled. “Every thrust I can feel you squeeze tighter. Pussy’s choking me out.”
His other hand grabbed your waist to keep you steady while he used the angle to fuck into you harder. The wet slaps of the skin filled the room while your head tipped back. A broken moan tore from your throat as you felt yourself stretch even more around him. “Nnnhh- ahh- Bucky- it doesn’t fit, I swear it doesn’t-” The bulge under his palm pushed out again and it dragged another gasp from you as your body clenched hard around his cock. “It fucking fits,” he snapped between heavy breaths as he pounded you harder until the bed creaked. “Too tight, too full, but you’re taking it all. Look at you- swallowing every inch.”
You didn’t even get a chance to breathe before his hand moved from your stomach to your clit and he’s pressing down hard while he drives into you. His cock hammered into that deep spot over and over until your legs shook against his shoulders. The way he pinned you under his weight and forced your body to open wide while he chased that depth left every sound tumbling from your mouth shaky and messy. “Fuck- hah- Bucky- I can’t- I’m gonna- mmhnn-” He growled as his thrusts stayed hard and his hand pressed that bulge down stronger. “Gonna cum stuffed full of my cock, aren’t you? Say it.”
His thrusts didn’t slow when your body tensed. The rush of release started rolling through you so hard your chest arched up against his. The build snapped without warning and your cunt gripped around him in wet spasms as your legs shook against his shoulders. A loud cry broke out of you and the sound was muffled against your own hand when you tried to cover your mouth, but he shoved it away as he pounded through every clench of your pussy. “I want to hear you,” Bucky growled while sweat dripped down his chest as his cock drove in hard.
Each slam knocked the air out of your lungs and his thumb ground into your clit while his other hand stayed pressed to your stomach to feel every twitch under his palm. “Cum on my cock, make me feel it.” Your body had no choice but to obey as your cunt squeezed tighter the longer he fucked you through it. “Too much, Bucky, ohh god, I’m cumming-” The words fell out between broken cries as your thighs trembled so hard they nearly slipped off his shoulders. Each thrust was deep enough to make the bulge in your stomach jump under his hand and the sight of it made your release hit harder.
“Yeah, there it is,” he grunted as he pushed down on the swell while his cock pounded underneath it. “Milking me so hard I can feel it all the way up here. You think I’m pulling out when you squeeze me like that?” His hips snapped forward roughly as he dragged out every last spasm of your orgasm while your pussy leaked down his cock. You tried to speak but only breathy sounds broke through, choked moans slipping out each time he bottomed out. “Nnghh- ahh- ahhhnn- too deep, too big- haaah- Bucky, I can’t stop-” The tears gathering in your lashes blurred his face but the strained curses falling from him pulled you back under every time.
His chest pressed heavily against your legs when he bent forward to force your body into the mattress with the weight of his thrusts. The bed creaked with each drive of his hips while his cock pushed you open and your cunt kept tightening around him to drag out wave after wave until you could barely breathe. “Fucking tight- shit-” he rasped with his jaw clenched as he slammed into you harder and kept you pinned. “Ride it out and cum all over me. I want every drop.” Your whole body shook as he pounded you through the climax and it left you clinging to the sheets with trembling hands while your voice broke into needy whimpers when his cock drove every last pulse out of you.
Your orgasm left you limp but Bucky didn’t let up. His hips snapped harder and the bed shook under the pace he forced into you. Each thrust he made just pushes your legs more against your legs while he’s pinning them in place with his shoulders. His cock fucks you deep to the point it’s hitting your cervix and you don’t even know that it will feel this good until your body jerks without control with the way he’s fucking you. His hand stayed heavy on your stomach as his palm slid lower so his thumb dragged over your swollen clit. The sudden touch had your back arching even when your cunt was already twitching around him. “Bucky- nghh it’s too much-” Your head thrashed against the pillows and your voice broke into choked whines as you tried to push at his wrist, but his hand only pressed harder on the bulge of his cock moving inside you.
“Feel that? That’s me stuffed all the way in,” he rasped with sweat dripping from his jaw as he kept pounding into your cunt. His cock swelled thick inside you and forced your walls to take every inch until it burned with overstimulation. “You’re not done yet. Take it.” Your thighs quivered and your body was torn between wanting to pull away and wanting more. The drag of his cock had you spilling over again without warning as slick ran down your ass when another orgasm shook through you. Your voice broke into a ragged, “Ahhhhnn- mmfffhh- fuck, I can’t- nnghh, Bucky- !”
“Yeah, cum on it again,” he growled and the sound was heavy with grit. His movements become rougher as he chases his own orgasm and your pussy continues to choke and trap him tight around you. The mattress is making noise beneath both of you while his weight continues to press your body down deeply. It’s so deep that you could feel it in your whole skin. His free hand is focused on groping and squeezing your tit before he slides it down to grip your waist and feel you. It’s actually more about keeping you steady while he pounds his cock into your cunt. The overstimulation had your whole body trembling and every nerve was alive. Every thrust made your cunt squeeze even when it hurt to keep taking him.
“Ahh- ahhnn, ohh god- nghghh, too full- haaahh-” Your words fell apart into messy moans as your hands clutched the sheets for something to ground you. Bucky’s breaths came rough and his pace broke with heavier thrusts as his cock swelled inside your spasming walls. “Gonna fill you- fuck, you’re choking my cock- take it, take all of it,” he grunted with his voice strained as his thrusts grew harder and deeper. Your nails dug into his arm when the first hot rush of his cum spilled inside. It was thick and heavy and it forced your cunt to clench tighter with each pulse.
His hips pressed tight against yours as he ground deep to empty himself and he groaned through his teeth while he kept fucking it into you. The mess spilled inside your belly and every deep thrust pushed more out around the base of his cock while he kept you pinned and filled. You whimpered through it with overstimulated tears clouding your sight as his cock jerked inside you and still dragged against every sore spot while he filled you to the brim. “Mnnfhh- ahhh, so much- Bucky, s’too much- hahhh-”
He gave a low guttural grunt with his forehead pressing to yours as his hips finally slowed, though he never pulled out. “So tight I don’t even wanna move,” he muttered with his voice gravelly and his hand still splayed over the swell in your stomach where his cock sat heavy and his cum already leaked out around him. Bucky finally slowed and his thrusts eased off until his cock just pulsed heavy and wet inside you. Your chest pressed against his while you tried to catch your breath and your legs felt useless after being spread open that long.
His hand from your stomach moves down to your hips so he can give it a squeeze before rolling the both of you over like it was nothing. You end up on the top and straddling him with his cock still deep inside your sore and full of cum. he new angle had you twitching around him as you felt full and sensitive, but the weight of his hands rubbing over your back steadied you. The touch from his chest seeped into your skin while you slumped forward against him and your cheek pressed to his shoulder as your cunt throbbed with every small twitch of his cock.
“Stay right here,” he muttered with his voice rough and his lips brushing your temple. His metal arm dragged down your spine and it was cool against your overheated skin. “Don’t move. Just let me keep you like this a minute.” You let out a weak whimper into his skin and you didn’t pull away, not even trying to. His cum was leaking around him hot and messy but he didn’t seem to care. One big hand smoothed over your ass as he held you against his lap like he wanted every drop to stay inside you. “Bucky…” Your voice cracked as it came out tired and soft. It was more from everything your body had just gone through than from shyness. He tilted his head enough to look at you and his blue eyes were hazy but still steady on you.
“I’ll clean you up in a bit,” he said as his thumb brushed lazy circles over the back of your thigh. “Not letting you run to the shower yet. You need to breathe first.” You shifted slightly on him and felt his cock twitch inside your sore walls. It forced a shaky gasp from your throat and his hand immediately pressed firm on your hip to hold you steady. “Don’t. You’ll hurt yourself if you move too much,” he warned and the grit in his voice made you still against him. “I feel… too full,” you whispered with your words muffled into his chest while the mess between your thighs made you shiver.
“That’s because you are,” he answered simply with his mouth close to your ear. He exhaled slowly and heavily like he was grounding himself with you still snug on his cock. “You’ll get used to it.” For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The only sound that can be heard was your uneven breathing and the bed creaking when he adjusted your body so he could tuck you closer. His palm cups your cheek before it travels to hold the back of your head while your eyelashes flutter shut and he presses his lips there. It wasn’t rushed but it stayed steady. “You alright?” he asked after a beat and his voice was quieter this time.
You nodded against him as your body felt tired and heavy-limbed. “Yeah… just sore.” His thumb brushed your jaw to tilt your head so you’d look at him. “Sore you can handle,” he said and his mouth quirked faintly before it faded again. “Not letting you leave this bed until I take care of you though.” You blinked at him through the haze of exhaustion and a small sound slipped out when he moved his hips just enough to remind you he was still buried inside. “Bucky…” you breathed weakly and your voice came out small against his chest. “Relax,” he said firmly while his hand ran down your back once more. “I’ll hold you then I’ll clean you. You don’t gotta think about anything else tonight.”
the one where trinity santos knows that frank is using again, except he isn’t
Trinity knows something is up with Frank Langdon. She just does.
It starts when she walks in on a Monday with a truly horrific looking board. A massive carpile up handled by the nightshift has set them all back and tied up Ortho for the day. Good luck, all broken bones and potential amputations walking into the waiting room. It’s the first time she’s ever seen Dana look frazzled (apart from PittFest, but she tries not to think about that day too much. She puts it all in the Do Not Touch box that lives in the back of her brain). Robby is extra prickly because Gloria keeps popping up and jumpscaring everyone. Perlah’s daughter is turning ten next week and she’s making it a bigger deal than it needs to be (in Trinity’s opinion), so the normally restrained camp of Perlah and Princess is also stressed.
And Frank comes in basically skipping past the waiting room and freaking everyone out.
“Why all the glum faces?” Trinity hears him ask Collins.
“Have you even looked at the board today? It’s like Hell opened up overnight.”
“Never took you for a theater kid.” Trinity spares a look and sees Langdon languidly leaning on the nurse’s station. “So much drama. Nah, we’ll get this straightened up. Hey, look, you take South 15, he’s been here awhile. I’ll handle the rash and fever in North 5. We’ll get these beds opened up in no time.”
“Could’ve sworn you would’ve gone for the potential hernia.”
“Hernia, shmernia. McKay can have that one. C’mon, new attending. We have a waiting room to empty.”
Trinity sits up.
“You’re… optimistic today,” says Collins slowly.
“Ah, you know what they say.” Langdon smirks, snagging a pair of gloves as he leaves. “A cynic has to be an optimist at least some of the time.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Heather calls after him.
And Trinity would just chock that little interaction up to Langdon just being his normal brand of obnoxious if she hadn’t overheard Princess and Perlah in the breakroom.
“He smiled at me and told me to have a good day,” says Princess, audibly bewildered. “Has he ever done that to you?”
“No, but he asked me to tell Jamillah Roslyn happy birthday for her party,” says Perlah, bewildered. “I didn’t even know he knew her name.”
“Something’s up with him,” says Princess suspiciously and Trinity agrees. Parks it in her mind as she and the others steadfastly work through the onslaught of patients. Post-hysterectomy infection (and potential malpractice suit, the fucker didn’t prescribe the poor woman any antibiotics). A simple MI sent up to surgery in record time. A pulmonary contusion in an eight year old from a gnarly bumper car collision.
And then—
“Are you whistling?” Garcia asks, almost in disbelief.
“What, the patient is anesthetized,” says Langdon casually as he makes room for the ultrasound tech. “Don’t be knocking my bedside manner when the bedside isn’t awake.”
“Look,” says Garcia. “The Cure is low, even for you. At least do Bowie or Santana.”
“You would hate The Cure,” says Langdon and then whistles the first few lines of Smooth freakishly well.
“That’s more like it,” says Garcia.
“You treat me like a radio,” sighs Langdon. “Is that all I am to you?”
“Yes, especially because I am not needed here,” says Garcia. “Look at the head CT. Brain tumor. More than most likely caused the seizure. Far above my paygrade. He needs oncology and a specialized treatment plan, not emergency surgery.”
“Copy,” says Frank. “I’ll call up Blestner and get a consult.”
Garcia’s eyebrow slowly rises. “You’ll just ‘call up’ Blestner?”
“For a potentially glioneuronal mass that size?” Frank clicks his tongue. “Hell yeah I’m calling Blestner.”
“Blestner hates your guts,” interrupts Trinity. She’s too bewildered to stay quiet. “He called you a junkie and told you to put him on the phone with a real doctor last time.”
“And I went through the official channels and put in an HR complaint and everything’s been peachy since,” says Langdon, unbothered. “He loves me now.”
“Huh.” Garcia looks him over slowly. “You’re in a good mood today.”
“Indubitably.” And Langdon strides out of the room, already on his pager.
“Keep an eye on him.”
Trinity looks up, surprised.
Yolanda is smiling, but there’s a tension around her mouth that Trinity recognizes from that time when she forgot to wash the pan after making eggs. The this thing is out of my control smile. “He is in a really good mood,” she says. “Which might be nothing. But it also might be something. I haven’t heard him whistle since he passed the Step 3. And that was 2021, so.”
“You don’t think—?”
“No, babe, I don’t think. I just worry.” Yolanda glances behind her, makes sure no nosy RN is looking, and presses a quick kiss to Trinity’s cheek. That was also something Trinity had to get used to. Yo’s touchyness. It’s a plus, she knows now, but there was a time she would’ve dodged away, wary. Now, she leans in.
“My worrier,” says Trinity, grinning.
“Yeah, yeah.” Yolanda Garcia backs out of the room, smiling. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
And Trinity keeps a half-eye on Langdon, yeah. And maybe he’s a little too nice to Lupe, calling her a “badass” and then dapping up some random EMT after a successful code. But she’s not really concerned because she’s sure he’ll be back to his usual “I’m surrounded by idiots” self tomorrow.
Except he isn’t.
“He brought donuts,” says Mateo in the breakroom, looking like he’s seen a ghost. “And not Dunkin Donuts. Leonarda’s. The fancy shit. For Nurse Appreciation Week.”
“That’s not so weird!” Kim is sheepishly playing with her hair. “Dr. King gave me a personalized card.”
“Please call her Mel, Kim, no one calls her Dr. King and it’s lowkey a little weird that you do.” Mateo opens up one of the boxes (with gilded swirly writing on top, Trinity knows it’s bougie) and a heavenly smell envelopes them.
Donahue shakes his head. “This… this is some spooky shit.”
“Do you think this is like some NA thing?” Jesse asks. “Like, being nice to people?”
Trinity doesn’t speak, because being allowed in the nurse’s lounge is a privilege that gets easily revoked, but she thinks no fucking way to herself.
But then she kinda forgets about it because she’s pulled for Chairs. Bleh.
Flu case. Ten year old with influenza. Fifty year old with the flu. Eighteen year old with a headache and fever—influenza A. Seventy year old with—you guessed it—the flu.
“Fuck, I hate triage,” she tells the skittish med student who started last week. The name will come to her. Jessica. Jennifer. Something with a J? She’s red-haired, pretty in an effortless kind of way, and petrified of everything that moves and makes Trinity miss Whitaker, who matched into emergency medicine at Allegheny. “Don’t you want some action?”
“Huh?!” Jessica Jennifer Jayla blushes so hard, Trinity looks at her with concern. “No!! No I don’t!”
“Easy, easy,” says Trinity, undeterred. “So you like the boring ones?”
“Oh! You meant—“ the blush recedes and Jennifer Jessica Jaime clears her throat. “The cases. Yeah, uh, they’re alright. I don’t really like traumas that much.”
Trinity eyes her, slightly concerned. “Calm down, Mother Mary. I wasn’t asking you about your sex life.”
Jaime Joanna Jessica frowns. “My name is Julie.”
“Julieee,” says Trinity. “Cool. Just a joke.” And then she follows Julie’s eyesight, which is locked across the room to—Langdon, chatting with an EMT. “No way. He’s gotta be old enough to be your dad.”
“No!!” Julie is fumbling with her gloves. “He’s 33! And I’m 25!”
“You asked him his age?” Trinity says, absolutely delighted.
“He’s divorced!” says Julie. “It’s not a crime!”
“But it is definitely frowned upon. A resident and a med student, are you crazy?”
“You’re an R-2 with a new attending!” says Julie, suddenly fierce.
“Different departments, plus no one gives a shit.” Trinity could laugh. She could care less how Mother Mary knows about her and Garcia—probably a mouthy respiratory therapist or something. “Good luck with that HR violation, Julie. You should get some better taste.”
“What? He’s so nice. And hot. The day me and Yamaguchi started, he told us we’re on our way to being great doctors.” Yep, those are definitely stars in the med student’s eyes.
Langdon. Being overly nice to med students. An alarm goes off in Trinity’s brain. And she automatically says, “Yeah, he lies a lot,” and beelines straight to Robby, who is intensely charting and pretending not to notice a frequent flyer asking for a blanket (he has about five already). “Okay, is something up with Langdon?”
Robby slides his glasses down at her with intense scrutiny. “Let’s rephrase the question to something more specific, Dr. Santos.”
“He’s whistling in the ER,” says Trinity. “He’s happily doing all the shitty boring cases. He told Perlah to tell her kid happy birthday. He bought the nurses donuts for Nurse Appreciation Week. He’s being nice to med students. Med students. That’s weird.”
Robby sighs, slips off his glasses. “Maybe he’s just having a good day.”
“Try a good week.” And Trinity lowers her voice. “Look. Is it possible he’s relapsed?”
Her chief attending leans back in the chair. Clicks around on the computer for a minute. “Dr. Langdon’s drug screening results are private healthcare information that I cannot release to you, Dr. Santos. However, I can guarantee that as of this morning, Langdon is enthusiastically cleared to work in the ED.” He shoots her a look. “So whatever’s bothering you has nothing to do with his recovery. Okay? Conversation done.”
And Trinity stands there, frowning, because things aren’t clicking.
And they don’t until she bumps into Mel the next day.
“Heyyy, MelMel,” Trinity says, fresh off a Cliff bar break. “What the heck are you doing here? Isn’t today your day off?”
Mel beams, cute as ever with her hair up in two twin buns. It must be boiling outside, because she’s in little white shorts and her cheeks are pink from the sun. “Yeah, it is! But Becca and I stayed up late last night baking.” And Trinity does notice the brownie tray. “We might have gone a little overboard.”
“Ah. Baking.”
“Yes, Becca’s very into sourdough lately,” says Mel seriously. Trinity can’t help but have a soft spot for her. A tiny soft spot. “She’s been watching these TikTok videos. My kitchen is now her experiment station.”
“Ah. Your sister. Nice.” Trinity’s about to politely extricate herself from the conversation in favor of a patient when Langdon suddenly appears. And by suddenly, Trinity means he was on the other side of the room, and then he basically teleported to Mel’s side.
“Mel, what are you doing here?” He puts his hand on her shoulder like she’ll disappear otherwise. “Are you—oh! Nice shirt.”
It’s a normal shirt, light pink with a print of Hello Kitty waving. Mel smiles brightly. “Hi!! Yeah it’s—“
“Becca’s favorite,” Langdon finishes and they both laugh, even though it isn’t really funny, like it’s an inside joke. And then Langdon glances down at the tray and says, “Ah, the brownies, shit, sorry, I forgot you were going to bring those in.”
“Well, I felt bad, you got the nurses those fancy donuts and I only gave out cards.” Mel is—pouting? Not really, not in the exaggerated way Yolanda does to make Trinity give her attention, but actually genuinely. Mel’s mouth is a little downturned, her eyebrows are scrunched with mild displeasure.
“Stop, they’d take a card from you over anything from me any day,” scoffs Frank. “Donnie acted like I was trying to poison him. And I’m half fucking convinced Ramón thinks you’re an actual angel from heaven.”
“No, he doesn’t, we have a very good professional rapport,” says Mel.
“Bullshit, he likes you.” And then Frank… softens? Like all the muscles in his neck and shoulders relax and he leans down, looking at her with his weirdly intense eyes and Trinity feels like she walked in on something. And the hand, still on Mel’s shoulder, is sliding down, his long fingers curling softly around her wrist. “Maybe I can’t blame him, though.”
“Oh my god,” says Trinity and they both jump, like they forgot she was even there. “You’re getting laid. That’s why you’ve been so fucking weird all week. You’re boinking Mel.”
“Santos.”
“That’s not a very appropriate thing to say in the workplace,” says Mel, frowning. But she doesn’t deny it. Because they TOTALLY ARE.
“It all makes sense,” says Trinity in disbelief.
Like she knew they were close. Langdon gets her a hot tea from a cafe every morning (Robby always asks where his is and Langdon snarks, “The break room, hands off.”) And the way they follow each other around and bump into each other without comment. That one time Langdon handed her a hair tie when hers snapped during a procedure and her too-bright smile.
“The stupid whistling. The weirdly good mood. You bought donuts. Oh my god. Mel, you and him? For real?”
Langdon’s face is not a nice face. “Can you go one day with causing a potential HR crisis?”
“I know way hotter dudes I can hook you up with, Mel,” Trinity tells her, enjoying this way more than she should. “Like I’m not a man enjoyer, but there’s this guy from med school who all my hetero friends say is a god at eating puss—“
“Okay, enough of that,” says Langdon firmly, and his hand is on the small of Mel’s back, herding her away, and he’s scowling. But Trinity follows, she’s so delighted. Mel and Mr. Asshole? Together? That’s so gold, it’s like platinum level gossip. Princess and Perlah are going to die. “Don’t you have a patient to neglect or something?”
“Possessive much, Langdon?” Trinity waggles her eyebrows. “Or are you that shitty in bed that you’re feeling a little threatened?”
“Frank is very good at cunnilingus, Trinity,” says Mel over her shoulder and ugh, she calls him Frank? And Trinity regrets all the teasing, because she did not need to know that. Or picture that. “I’m very well satisfied, thank you.”
And Langdon is grinning, an evil smug horny grin that immediately takes the wind out of Trinity’s sails.
“I am so texting Whitaker about this.”
“Tell Dennis I said hi!” calls Mel as Langdon ushers her into the break room. Where they’ll probably make out or say lovey dovey words to each other. (Probably not. Mel is a classy lady after all).
“This hospital,” Trinity says and then rushes off to hunt down Garcia.
mel being a little shy about asking for kisses so she just hoovers close to frank and leans her head into his shoulder when she wants some display of affection. he catches up pretty quickly to this, and usually drops his arm around her shoulders and places a kiss on her forehead
santos creates a new group chat, names it ⛔👑💊⛔ and proceeds to send dozens of innocent looking pics she snaps of kingdon together, in various situations, always with the caption: “langdon who is going to be divorced (in...?)” and several ellipsis come to life as everyone types back with a random timeframe.
it starts a trend. the others follow santos’ lead and start doing the same, playing private eye whenever the flow is calm. it's harmless fun. in the beginning, it's just a joke. really, it is. after a while, it's still a joke. mostly. but then... then langdon actually does separate from his wife. and, eventually, does get divorced. and then dana gets added to the group chat - no one comes clean, but santos is suspecting perlah, and she's known to have a nose for this shit. and that's when the bets start for real.
collins isn't in the group chat - she rejects the invite - but gets regular updates from dana. the pic saga continues, but the default caption changes to: “langdon who is going to remarry.” robby is blissfully unaware of the group chat but he's also been the live slug reaction meme personified the whole time, so there's that.
📱 garcia once sends a screen recording of langdon's phone - that she presumably sent herself first - of his home screen/lock screen that pans from his kids and dog to mel at a park;
🧋 shen once catches them at this new coffee shop downtown, mid bickering, as an annoying langdon attempts to get an annoyed mel to try something other than her usual order;
🎥 mckay goes to the movies with her dad and harrison one fine evening just to see them with mel's sister becca buying tickets and popcorn;
🌙 mohan once forwards what looks suspiciously like a surveillance type of photo abbot sent her of the two of them on the hospital rooftop, at night, gazing at the stars, shoulder to shoulder;
🩺 whitaker once sends a series of hurried blurry shots of them smiling stupidly at eachother as they jog around, in and out of patient rooms during a slower shift;
👀 javadi, as usual, forgets to turn on the flash, so no one really understands the intricacies of the ritual, but they're standing supremely and unnecessarily close as they talk while maintaining intense eye contact;
🧥 donnie clocks them whip quick at the ambulance bay this one time when langdon is insisting on giving mel his jacket because it got cold and she left hers inside her locker and there's no time to go get it before the patient arrives, mel!
🍮 jesse gets a good one of them at the cafeteria around lunch time, eating spoonfuls out if the same pudding cup in the background, with ellis front and center hooking a thumb over her shoulder at them with a knowing smirk;
💤 princess finds them in the break room after a rush, sitting on the couch, sharing ear buds, langdon's head on mel's shoulder, and mel staring at him as he slept instead of at her opened lava lamp app;
🚗 perlah once discreetly records scant seconds of them leaving together in langdon's car at the end of a shift from hell, langdon carrying mel's things and opening the door for her to groggily climb in, then turning the phone to get her own deadpan expression on camera;
🖥️ dana doesn't take any pictures because she's too busy being in charge of both the betting poll, the official excel file with all the pertinent names, dates, and amounts, as well as the photo album they're going to print and gift them with at the wedding, whenever the hell that ends up being.
mel falling in love with frank so fast that he doesn’t even know what to make of it. he had honestly compartmentalized her in his brain as his cute little work sister. so he lets her down gently. the next few days things are mostly normal between them, if a little awkward, except for one thing. now he can’t stop thinking about it. about her. he sees a flicker of sadness cross her face when they lock eyes across the ER before her expression returns to that familiar (but now jolting) mixture of shining admiration and affection that he’d mistaken before for some kind of platonic hero worship. this unsettling discovery starts to bleed into his home life. he’s lashing out at abby more often and making more disastrous financial decisions. he’s also jerking off constantly which leaves him never feeling truly satisfied because of where he won’t quite let his mind go. the most he can latch onto are flashes of pale thighs, moles running down a smooth back, and his hand tugging at a braid. he’s never not aware of where that braid is swinging around behind her as her form flits around the ER. he clocks what type of sandwich she normally eats on her lunch break and buys the same one only to hide it in the back of his fridge like it’s something illicit. he starts jogging by her house in the early mornings trying to get a peek into her lamp-lit window. how could she have seen in him, from the very start, someone to hang her hopes on? here is someone so smart, so kind and thoughtful, so… mel, who had wanted him and believed in him and was brave enough to tell him so and he just brushed her off. but he understands now. mostly, he understands that he needs to figure his shit out sooner rather than later, because he’s been acting like a totally deranged stalker and he’s pretty sure she’s started to notice.
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