Whitaker x Reader
After a bad shift, you're pissed and need a release.
Smut, submissive Dennis, tiny bit of bondage,
Angry patients are just an everyday battle. They usually don’t get to me, but man today was bad. It’s one of the hottest days outside, and the air conditioning is fucked up, mainly in the waiting area. Me and the other doctors are sweaty and annoyed, and the people waiting are even sweatier and pissed. First this woman literally screamed at me when I told her it wasn’t time for her to be seen. She got all in my face, said I was a stupid bitch a cunt all that. I eventually gave up trying to reason with her and went back to the ER. I went to see a patient who had heat exhaustion, barely. He, like everyone else, is fuming with anger. I do my job and help him, and when I tell him he’s good to leave he storms away. You're welcome sir.
Things settle down for a while. Eventually I check the time and thank fuck, I only have thirty minutes left. I go and take one last patient from the waiting room. I walk up to this man and tell him he can come with me. As soon as he stands up, someone behind me is yelling and I turn around to someone seizing. Very bad. I have to tell the man to sit back down while I get help, but that sets him off. He screams, says I'm a whore, stuff like that. I get annoyed, tell him I'm sorry, but someone having a seizure is a bigger problem. And he punches me. Right on my cheek bone.
I’m still holding an ice pack to my cheek, finishing my last chart when Dennis comes up to me.
“Ready to go?”
“Yeah.” I say flatly. I don't like being rude to him, but my head is pounding and he’s smiling and standing too close. I get up and head to our lockers, not waiting for him or even looking at him.
“Are you alright?” He asks me softly.
“What the fuck do you think?” I didn’t really think before speaking. I'm dripping sweat, my cheek is already bruised, and he’s asking if I'm alright.
Dennis’s face falls, just making me feel worse.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” He reaches to hold my hand so carefully. I take a deep breath and leave my hand there, trying not to swat him away.
“Beat the dude who punched me?”
“I would, uh but I think security took care of him. Anything else?”
He’s really trying to help, it calms my heart a tad. My lips turn to a grin as I get an idea.
“Fuck me? Like right now?” He laughs nervously but goes quiet when he realizes I’m serious.
“We’re at work right now that's uh I cantreally-”
I grab his hand and pull him away rather harshly.
“Follow me.” He doesn't protest and walks faster like a good boy.
He stays silent until we walk up to a doorway of one of the old rooms way upstairs of the hospital. Same one I found him in on his first day. I push open the door and then slam it shut. I pull Dennis towards me and he’s just kinda stuttering, still confused.
“Get on your knees.”
“Huh,”
“On your fucking knees.”
He falls to his knees and stares up at me. I’m still so fucking hot and mad, but his pathetic eyes help.
“Take your clothes off. All of them.”
As always he does exactly what I say and I feel heat building between my legs. Once he's naked I tell him to go sit on the bed and I strip to my underwear. I turn him towards me, straddle him, and shove him down on the bed, hard.
“Are you gonna be good for me?”
“Y yeah, ah, whatever you say.”
He reaches his hands up to my hips, I give him a second to feel then I grab his wrists and pin them down. I start kissing him, immediately shoving in my tongue, biting and pulling his lips. He puts his hands back on my hips, and so I pull back and slap him.
“You do what I say, Ok?”
He whimpers a yes, biting his red lips. I scoot over and take my panties off. I look at them for a few seconds, getting an idea.
“Gimme your hands.”
Instantly he pushes his hands toward me. I put his wrist together and tie my underwear around them. Not the best restraints but it'll work. My frustration from the day is feigning, turning into lust, I’m being more aggressive than usual. I'm pent up and I'm using Dennis to help me feel better. He offered to help, so I'm putting him to work.
I lift my hips and angle myself right over his throbbing dick.
“If you come in me I’ll fucking kill you, Ok?”
“Yyes, I p-promise.”
Sick of waiting, I shove him in, all the way. He gasps from the sudden stimulation, but I don’t give him a moment to breathe. I ride him, hard and fast and he’s a whimpering mess. It doesn’t take long until he’s telling me to stop, he’s about to finish. I get off right before he does.
“You wanna help me out?” I say as I touch myself, keeping the high going.
He stutters a yes and dives down to me, grabbing my thighs around his head. He’s still trying to catch his breath but he gets to work, licking and sucking on me like a milkshake. He was a fast learner, so he’s pretty good at what he’s doing. It’s only about a minute until my whole body is buzzing, my stomach and crotch exploding as I come. I arch my back, covering my mouth as I moan, trying to keep quiet. Dennis eases me down and leaves kisses and hickeys on my inner thighs as I take deep breaths.
“Did I do good?” Dennis looks up at me with his puppy dog eyes, needing my reassurance.
“Mhm.” I mumble.
I sit up and admire my boy. He's a bit sweaty, swollen and hard, giving me pleading eyes.
“Let's get home. Maybe we can go again.”
