“Dammit Y/N! I told you that you should’ve given the patient Tramadol not Oxycodone!” You roll your eyes as you throw your clothes on. “Yeah, well I gave him oxy and he was in less pain!” You storm out of the locker room and down the hall to the elevator. Owen’s hot on your heels as he storms down the hallway. ‘Now that is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,’ you think to yourself as he storms towards you. “Yeah, but if you hadn’t given it to him he wouldn’t have been half out of it all day! You know oxy is more potent than Tramadol!” The elevator opens and he just sighs. “We’ll continue this when I get home.” You nod. “Yeah, okay, love you,” you mumble. He nods and turns on his heel as the elevator closes.
The door slams shut as Owen comes in. “Y/N, I’m home!” he yells into the house. He flops onto the bed as you come out of the bathroom and sit down next to him, your back to the wall. “Now, what is it you wanted to yell at me some more for?” you ask as you dry your hair. “You knew I still needed to-“ he stops midsentence, staring up at you. “Needed to what?” you ask innocently. “You’re wearing that damn shirt,” he growls quietly. “You mean the shirt that distracts you every time we fight?” you say softly, stroking his cheek. He sits bolt upright, pulling you into his lap. “Yes.” He slams his lips into yours, and you let out a surprised gasp. He tears your shirt off and attacks your chest with love bites and kisses, drawing a soft moan from your lips. You roll your hips against him and he growls softly, flipping you both over. He rips his shirt and pants off, and rips your shorts off. He chuckles, running a finger through your folds. “You’re soaked,” he mumbles. You nod, your hips rolling against his hand. “Owen please,” you whine. “Please what?” He slips a finger inside of you, curling it. You whine loudly. “Just fuck me already, dammit,” you gasp. He smirks. “Someone’s impatient.” He lines up with your entrance and slams into you in one go, drawing a loud moan from you. He snaps his hips at a punishing rate, drawing loud moans from you. “You want the neighbors to hear how loud you are?” he growls as he wraps a hand around your throat. You shake your head. He hits your g-spot and your back arches off the bed and into him, letting out a whine. “Right there, more, Owen please,” you babble, your hands raking down his back. He smirks devilishly and pounds into that spot, “Right there?” You nod, curses and moans pouring out of your mouth as you grip onto his back, leaving crescents in his skin. He growls, leaning down and biting your shoulder. “Cum,” he says, voice raspy and low. The knot in your belly snaps and you cum, your walls fluttering around his cock as you grab onto him tightly. His head falls to your shoulder as he moans, filling you up. “You wore the shirt just so we would stop fighting,” he says as he pulls out. You nod with a grin and he pulls you into his arms. “Yeah. I love you,” you say. “I love you too.” You both curl into each other’s arms and doze off, gentle smiles on your faces.
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