Surgical Precision
Masterlist
one shot • surgeon Stephen Strange x reader • shameless smut • F/M • no use of y/n
Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, rough sex, name-calling, orgasm denial, rough oral sex, edging, face slapping, crying during sex, minor character death (mentioned), tags make it sound worse than it is
Word count: 5,4K
Summary:
You're surgeon Stephen Strange's surgical assistant. He's actually quite pleased with you, until you majorly fuck up during an operation. He punishes you by giving you exactly what you want.
Set with surgeon Stephen Strange before the accident and all the sorcerer stuff happens.
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“Come over here and get on your knees.” The low voice calls.
“Excuse me?" You stare back at him astonished.
“You heard me."
“How desperate do you think I am?"
“I'd say very."
Author's notes:
We need more surgeon Stephen Strange smut! Doing my part with this fic.
Just shameless smut so excuse the lack of plot. This was supposed to be short but apparently I need a lot of words to get to the point.
Not beta read so there will probably be some mistakes here and there, I apologize in advance. Also the medical stuff probably doesn't make sense to someone who actually knows medical stuff but here we are.
“Time of death: 11:42!” The doctor thunders as he slams down the equipment on the trolley. The metal rattles and several expensive instruments clatter on the stone floor.
He agitatedly tears the gloves from his hands and, together with his mask, unceremoniously throws them on the body of the patient he just lost. The patient he just lost, because of you. You had done the worst thing imaginable for a surgical assistant: you had lost your balance and grabbed onto the arm of the surgeon who was operating on the patient's brain.
Everything about the surgery had been excellent until that point. Against all odds, and after eight hours of meticulous scraping, the tumor had almost been completely removed. All vitals had remained stable, there was no indication of loss of function and the brilliant doctor had been about to finish up, when you had fallen into him, succumbing to your tiredness.
“Doctor Strange, I-” You stammer, panic set in your voice and eyes.
“My office, now!” He growls through gritted teeth as he glowers at you.
No one in the operating room dares to let out even the slightest of noises, everyone holding in their breaths and staring at you with wide eyes. You’ve never seen him this angry before. And to be fair, he has good reason to be absolutely seething with rage. A life was lost because of your negligence.
Timidly you follow him to the secluded office down the hall, not daring to lift your head in fear of setting him off. You step in after him and the door bangs shut behind you. Still in full scrub gear, you nervously start to peel the latex gloves off your fingers and remove the mask from your face.
“Relish in the feeling of those scrubs, sweetheart.” The low voice is laced with fury as it rumbles towards you, eyes drilling into your back. “It’ll be the last time you’re wearing them as long as I am a neurosurgeon in this hospital. I’ll personally see to that.”
It’s not even a threat, it’s a promise. Your heart sinks to your stomach as you understand the implications of today's events. You’re out of a job, out of a career maybe. After years of studying, internships, residency, clinic duty, and completely devoting yourself to becoming a surgeon, your dream is blowing up in your face at this very moment.
Doctor Strange has always intimidated you. When you were his intern, he barely tolerated you. As you fought your way to the top and left all competition behind by miles, he seemed to warm up ever so slightly, going to the extent of bothering to learn your name by the time you became his surgical assistant. You had assisted him on dozens of surgeries by now, all of them a success. Until today.
“I'm so sorry doctor, I don't know how it could have happened." You mumble, the words not ready to fully leave your mouth yet.
"Obviously you're an incompetent embarrassment of a person and not fit to ever become a surgeon, or practice medicine, in any form at all.” He spits back at you.
His words cut through you like a knife. You know he's lashing out. Making you pay for fucking up. Nevertheless, tears start to well in your eyes, and you huff out small breaths trying to keep them from falling down your face. It took both a physical and mental toll on you too, standing up for eight hours and doing your superior’s bidding. Not only are you devastated about your mistake, you're absolutely exhausted as well.
Rustling scrubs behind you tell you the doctor is stalking towards you. He stops right behind you. You're still afraid to move and your breath hitches in your throat when you hear his low voice so close to you, his hot breath tickling your ear.
“You repel me.” Doctor Strange hisses, punctuating the words.
It's too much. The tiredness, the intensity of the day, his anger. The last thing you remember is the feeling of your knees giving out - then it all goes black.
~*~
Gingerly you open your eyes. You're met with stark lights and the smell of hospital. An overwhelming feeling of embarrassment overcomes you as you realize you're laying on Doctor Strange’s couch in his office. He must have laid you down here.
“My voice usually does well with women, but you're the first to have actually fainted, sweetheart.”
Doctor Strange is leaning back leisurely in one of the big arm chairs facing the couch, throwing a small ball from hand to hand. He hasn't changed out of his scrubs. His piercing eyes are somewhat narrowed and fixated on yours. The doctor’s voice still holds resentment, as does his gaze.
“What happened today really is inexcusable. Doctor Hadid had to tell the family their 26 year old son died because of a mistake."
His voice is soft but dangerous as he continues.
"I don't make mistakes. Every surgery I lead is a success."
Pushing yourself up from the couch you finally look up at him.
"I know, Doctor Strange. I take full responsibility for that boy’s death. It's my fault.” The words are no more than a whisper, but you're no longer on the verge of crying.
“I was the attending surgeon. This will be held against me, not you. Though it should be you.”
"I'm so sor-”
"You ruined my perfect record.”
You furrow your brows in confusion at his words.
“Your… your record?" You ask, making sure you heard him right.
"Yes, and on such a simple fucking procedure as well. I was one hundred percent sure he was going to make it." The doctor finally stops throwing the ball around and sets it down on the table next to him.
“You sound like you care more about your record than the lives you save." You state hesitantly, looking the man sitting across from you up and down.
“Do you think I'd work this hard if it was for anyone other than myself? Grow up, naive little girl.”
Yes, he's an arrogant prick. Always has been. He's a show-off, a know it all, an insufferable egotistical bastard. Any resident that isn't under his direct supervision becomes an immediate conquest, and he acts like he is doing them a pleasure when he fucks them in the supply closets all over the hospital. But even though you are aware of his moral depravement, this confession stuns you.
"I can't believe you aren't angry at me for effectively killing a man, but enraged I hurt your ego.”
"Which one of those two do you figure affects me directly?” He spits back.
Daggers are shooting from his eyes to yours, but you no longer care about his anger. Not when it's for the wrong reasons.
“You are insane." You finally say.
"And you are fired.”
After he speaks the words, he stands up from his chair and walks towards his desk. He doesn't look at you when he speaks again.
“You could've gone very far, you know. You have talent."
“It's not talent. I've worked for everything I have. Or, had." You say, swallowing the last words.
"So you want to keep your job?” He finally turns around to face you, casually leaning himself against the desk behind him as he stares into your eyes.
Hesitantly you stand up from the couch and take a few steps towards the doctor, unsure of the meaning behind his smug smile.
"Yes, of course I do.”
“Come over here and get on your knees.” The low voice calls. His eyes no longer hold anger, but have a mischievous sparkle in them.
“Excuse me?" You stare back at him astonished.
“You heard me."
“How desperate do you think I am?"
“I'd say very."
Well, that's not untrue. He holds the entire future of your career in his hand. But is this the way you want to go? The only thing you have left is your dignity, and you're not keen on losing it any time soon.
"Suit yourself.” Doctor Strange says as he pushes himself off the desk, walking away from you.
“No, wait."
He stops in his tracks and turns to face you again, a wide smirk plastered across his face. You take a deep breath and walk towards him, only stopping when you're face to face. He's quite a bit taller than you, and you have to tilt your head back slightly to look him in the eye. The eye-contact remains even as you sink down to your knees.
“Atta girl." The doctor coos, the arrogant smirk not leaving his face. "Put your hands behind your back for me.”
Reluctantly you follow his orders and bring your hands behind your back.
“Now open your mouth."
You hesitate, but again do as you're told. He reaches one hand down to your face and runs his thumb across your lower lip. His touch sends shivers through your body, and you curse yourself for feeling a warm sensation build in your core. Then, he crouches down to level his face with yours, running a hand over his jaw as he lets out an amused huff.
“I'll sign you over to Doctor Mason. She's been eyeing you anyway." He rises again, laughing slightly. “I can't believe you were going to suck me off to keep your job."
You're too stunned to speak, not moving away from your compromising position yet in case he's making some sick joke. Did he really just say that?
“Get off your knees sweetheart, you look ridiculous." He finally says as he gestures for you to stand up, not bothering to lend a hand. "You're a good assistant normally. I won't ruin your career over low blood sugar. Just wanted to see how serious you were about staying.”
Hastily you get off your knees, eyes wide in surprise.
“Thank you, Doctor Strange, I-"
He cuts you off again. "Also, if you wanted to fuck me so badly, you could have just told me. I would have signed you over sooner.”
“What? I don't want to fuck you." You say, cheeks turning red at his blunt remark.
“Tell that to your nipples."
You look down and your face flushes more red than ever when you see your hard nipples pointing through the thin fabric of your scrubs. Bad day to wear a lacy bralette. Quickly you cover your chest with your arms, cursing your body for betraying you like this. It had, in fact, aroused you to see the doctor towering over you from down on your knees. But that wasn't something you were planning on sharing with him.
"It's just cold.” You try to defend yourself, not looking the doctor in his eyes again.
"Sure, and you were on your knees within seconds just because? You didn't have to think it over long.” He chuckles, bending over the desk to scribble something on a piece of paper.
"But I-”
"This is my address. Come over around eight tonight and I'll give you what you're so obviously craving while you tell me again how sorry you are.” The doctor states as he hands you a note.
“I don't-"
“Wear something nice for me, yeah?" He says with a wink, then grabs your shoulders to spin you towards the door and work you out of his office.
~*~
Damn that arrogant prick, you think to yourself as you ring his doorbell. You thought about not showing up tonight. You really did. But your curiosity won, so here you are. Dressed in a figure-hugging red dress you normally save for special occasions and matching heels, hair cascading down your shoulders, you don't look anything like the nervous surgical assistant from this afternoon.
Doctor Strange answers the door with an irritating smirk on his face. You haven’t seen the man out of the hospital before, and even though he looks damn well in his blue scrubs, the navy slacks and white button-up make him even more handsome. His face is freshly shaven and hair neatly put back, with some stubborn strands falling around his face. The piercing blue eyes you’ve seen over the surgical mask so many times now seem a shade darker, but that might just be the dim lighting of his hallway.
“You clean up well, sweetheart.” He says with an approving grin as he unashamedly looks you up and down.
“Well you told me to wear something nice.” You reply with an attempt at a coy smile.
The doctor steps aside and gestures for you to come in. The smell of his expensive cologne lingers as you pass him.
“I’m happy to see you follow orders so well.” His deep voice sounds from behind you.
“You’re acting like you don’t bark me around daily in the OR.”
His chuckle rumbles through you. “You’re right. I could have known.”
He walks past you and enters his home, gesturing for you to follow him. You hesitate a moment but then comply, walking after him. White walls leading to high ceilings surround you, adorned with modern art pieces illuminated by small fixtures. Tall windows make up the entire back wall, giving you a spectacular view of the city. You didn’t even realize how high up you were. The entire apartment could be featured in a magazine, you think to yourself.
Together you walk into the kitchen where Strange hands you a glass of wine, leaning back against the counter.
“Thanks, ehm, doctor.” You say as you take the glass, thankfully gulping down a big swig of the liquid courage.
“Please, call me Stephen.” He says as he takes a sip, then winks at you. “At least for now.”
You smile at him faintly before walking to the set of windows in order to calm your nerves, looking over the lights of the city. He closes in on you quickly, hovering behind you only inches away. Stephen reaches for your glass and puts it down next to his own, then presses his body against your back. Feeling his beginning erection against your ass sends goosebumps across your skin, something that doesn’t go unnoticed. You watch the reflection of the two of you in the window, eyes following his every move. His skilled hands travel from your hips to your waist as he presses his mouth to the side of your neck, planting down gentle kisses trailing up to your jawline. You tilt your head slightly to give him easier access and let out a small moan when you feel his hot breath on your ear.
You watch in the reflection how his hands work their way up higher, grazing your tummy and cupping your breasts. He lets out a sigh as he kneads the tender flesh, lightly pinching your nipples through the fabric of your dress and bra. Meeting your gaze in the window, he winks at you before nibbling on your earlobe. You feel your knees start to get weak at the sensation.
“Come on sweetheart, let’s move this somewhere more comfortable.” He breathes as he nudges you to walk with him. “I’ll fuck you against the window another time.”
Without another word he leads you to his bedroom, and you follow willingly. Stephen turns you to face him and crashes his lips onto yours. Eagerly you accept the kiss, opening your mouth to receive his tongue. The kiss is hungry, passionate, and everything you had expected of Stephen Strange. Even though he’s giving himself to you fully, he stays collected, planning every move before he makes it.
His hands roam around your back and ass, squeezing and kneading wherever they end up. Your own arms slide around him and trail his muscular back before one slips into his hair, toying with his grey temple. You elicit a groan from him when you playfully bite his lower lip, pulling him closer to you. Stephen walks you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed, and together you fall onto the soft mattress.
Both breathing rapidly, the kiss breaks apart. Stephen immediately plunges onto your neck, littering it with sloppy kisses as he works his way down to your breasts. He starts pulling on the hem of your dress and you let him slide it over your body, exposing your lacy lingerie to him. He all but growls as he takes you in, splayed out on his bed tentatively, waiting for him to ravage you.
As he gropes your boobs through the thin lace and rolls your nipples between his fingers, you start unbuttoning his shirt, all but licking your lips as he tears himself away from you momentarily to shrug it off his shoulders. Your nails dig into his back as he hovers himself over you again, single-handedly unclasping your bra behind your back with practiced ease. His head dives down instantly to suckle on your hard nipples, alternating between the two rosy buds.
Finally, his hand travels down your stomach and reaches your covered folds. You feel his arrogant grin against your skin the moment his finger trails the damp cloth, betraying your arousal.
“Fuck sweetheart, you’re so wet already. Tell me, how long have you wanted this for?” His low baritone teases.
His thumb rubs your clit through the thin fabric of your panties and you have to bite your lips to stifle the moan that wants to leave you.
“Don’t silence yourself for me, let me hear all the pretty little noises you make.” Stephen commands and you let out another moan when he rubs you in just the right spot, not holding back this time. “Now answer my question.”
“Since I walked in on you fucking that nurse from pediatrics.” You confess, voice barely more than a whisper.
At this, Stephen stops his actions and raises his head to meet your gaze. Confusion paints his features.
“You walked in on me? I don’t remember that, and I remember quite literally everything.”
“You didn’t see me, but I saw you.” You reply as you feel your cheeks flush. “She had her legs wrapped around your waist while you fucked her against the wall of the employee bathroom.”
“Did you watch us?” His eyes have a dark hue to them you hadn’t seen before.
“Yes.” You nod hesitantly. “It looked like you were giving her the best time of her life.”
“I probably was." He says with a smug smile on his face. “But it's nothing compared to what I'm about to do to you."
It's your turn to look confused. Stephen grins as he lowers his head back to your neck, his deep voice so close to your ear that you tremble the moment he starts speaking, shivering when he resumes the lazy rubbing of your clit with his thumb.
“I promised you I wouldn't ruin your career over today. And I won't." He starts, breath tickling your skin. “What I am going to do is ruin every single one of your orgasms tonight until you beg me for release like a whore."
Your breath hitches in your throat at his words, earning you a humourless chuckle from the man that's pressing down on you. Finally, his hand slips under the elastic band of your underwear, fingers drowning in your wet folds.
“I can't wait to see my smart, composed surgical assistant turn into a whimpering little slut." He whispers.
His words should make you feel ashamed, humiliated, make you walk out of his bedroom right now. Instead, your breath turns heavier and you close your eyes to focus on his trained fingers. Continuously alternating between nipples, he sucks one into his mouth and grazes it with his teeth while pinching and rolling the other with his fingers. Sloppy kisses are pressed to your throat as Stephen sinks one finger into your wetness, quickly followed by a second one, curling them in just the right spot. He sets a diligent pace and soon you feel your walls starting to clench around him eagerly, your orgasm rapidly building in your core.
Just when you start to arch your back and inhale sharp breaths, he pulls away. Your body aches to be touched and you let out a small whine at the loss of the sensation. Silently pleading him with your eyes to continue, he smirks down on you. He stands up straight again, leaving you wanting and needy on the bed.
“Take off my pants, sweetheart. You know you're dying to see my cock.” He commands.
You stand up from the bed and walk towards him, stopping right in front of his muscular body. Reaching for his belt, he grabs your wrists in two strong hands and gently pulls you down. You get the message and, for the second time today, sink to your knees in front of the doctor. This time you're pretty sure he's not going to stop you.
He guides your hands back to his belt and you gradually unbuckle it, taking your sweet time. Two can play this game, you think to yourself as you peel down his pants ever so slowly. He kicks the garment aside unceremoniously and is now standing in front of you in nothing but his blue boxers, leaving little to the imagination. Okay, so, he definitely lives up to his cocky reputation.
“Hands behind your back and open your mouth." Stephen orders. He's had enough of your teasing, yanking down his underwear and kicking it towards his pants.
His cock springs free and you can't help but gulp a little at the sight of it. He's thick and long, bigger than most men you've been with, veins running down the shaft and the head glistening with precum. You meet his gaze from your position on the floor and you finally follow his order, once again placing your hands behind your back and opening your mouth for him.
He uses a foot to nudge your legs apart, getting you down to the perfect height. One strong hand grabs the back of your head and the other manoeuvres his dick towards your mouth, a hiss escaping him when he feels your tongue against his member for the first time. Inch by inch he presses himself into your mouth, slightly pulling back whenever he thinks you need it before sinking down deeper again. Holding your head in place, he groans when the tip of his cock bumps your throat, pushing past your gag reflex.
Tears start to well in your eyes at the lack of air and intrusion in your mouth, but you don't mind. His musky taste entrances you, wanting nothing more in this moment than to please him. Though normally in a different setting, his rare moments of praise mean everything to you.
“Such a good girl, almost completely taking my cock already." He praises you. “Now show me how you were going to suck me when your job was still on the line."
Eagerly you start bobbing your head up and down his long shaft, taking in as much of him as you can. You release his dick only to lick him from his balls to his tip, sucking the head into your mouth and flicking your tongue against his frenulum. His hand twirls into your hair and he starts moving your head along his length, letting out a guttural sound when your nose hits his pubic bone. He holds you there for a bit, the arrogant smirk still on his face, only moving your head away when a single tear rolls from your eye.
"Let me fuck your throat for a bit sweetheart, you look so pretty like this.” He says as he starts moving his hips, pushing his cock as far into your throat as it will go.
Picking up his pace, he starts to relentlessly pound in and out of your throat, holding your head in a steady grip as he plunges himself in and out of your mouth again and again. Saliva drips down your chin as he roughly uses your throat for his pleasure. You feel a pool of wetness arise in your panties as well.
"Play with yourself for me.” He breathes between thrusts and you remove your hands from behind your back to your core.
Two fingers sink in easily and you pump them in and out of your pussy at the same tempo Stephen is fucking your mouth. Your other hand plays with your clit, and it doesn't take long for you to start moaning around his cock, sending delicious vibrations through him.
Finally he pulls away from you, bending down to hook his strong arm under yours and lift you up. He throws you on the bed like you're a ragdoll and works your panties down your legs, then plunges his head between your thighs, shoving them apart roughly. His mouth finds your wet slit and he laps up the flowing juices, eagerly running his tongue along every part of your slick folds.
Holding onto your waist with two robust hands he lavishes in your cunt, drinking in as much of you as he can possibly get. His tongue flattens and licks in long strokes, then becomes pointy and deliberate as it circles your clit. When he sucks your clit into his mouth and sinks two fingers into your needy pussy, you feel your orgasm build again. He must feel it too, your tight walls fluttering around his fingers, because he pulls back again, right before you can give in to the overwhelming pleasure.
“Fuck, Stephen." You cry as he lets you come down from your ruined high once again.
Stephen relishes in your moans and cries for him, exactly as he had planned. He pumps his fierce dick a couple of times before aligning himself with your entrance, hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder. The moment your eyes open to meet his, he thrusts himself inside of you with one strong move, knocking the breath out of you momentarily. Your eyes flutter shut again as he lets you get accommodated to his cock buried deep inside of you.
When he starts to move, you let out a loud moan, not caring about any sounds you're making anymore. His dick stretches your walls so perfectly, you'd think the two of you were made for each other. Slowly he moves his hips to and fro, almost slipping out before impaling you on his cock over and over. You whimper and cry out under him when he picks up the pace, ramming into you faster and harder with every thrust, splitting you in two.
One of his hands folds around your throat, holding you in place for him, while the other finds your clit again and rubs the little bud without mercy. The familiar warmth in your lower belly is back instantly, drawing desperate whines from your lips as you approach yet another orgasm.
“Please, Stephen...” You cry out when he pulls himself away from your clit, making your orgasm crumble away. “Please let me cum!"
"Not yet, sweetheart.” He growls as he keeps pounding you into the mattress. "Take what I give you like the good slut you are."
He pulls out of you, cold air hitting the wet mess between your legs. Stephen drops down on his back next to you, pulling you on him. He positions you over his dick and spears you onto his throbbing cock, your ass flush against his thighs. You don't even have time to start moving your hips before he pulls your chest against his own, pinning you against him as he slams his hips up against yours. He stretches your pussy tremendously well.
Both his hands push you up a bit, folding around your throat again to hold you in place as he fucks you relentlessly. One hand softly slaps your face, followed by a harder slap when he hears the groan of pleasure leave your mouth.
“Who would've thought…" He starts, panting between words. "...my own assistant would be such a depraved little slut.”
He releases you from his iron grip and pushes you back up before slamming your hips onto his again.
“Bounce on my dick, get yourself to the edge again." His low, out-of-breath voice commands.
You do as you're told, finding a steady rhythm moving yourself up and down his length. Your hand reaches down for your clit and you rub the sensitive bundle of nerves wantonly. It takes mere minutes for your pussy to start clenching around Stephen's dick, your orgasm imminent. There’s a dark flash in his eyes as he pulls your hand away from yourself and tightly holds your wrists. You cry out in disbelief and frustration as you feel the orgasm fade away again, actual tears now starting to fall from your eyes at the overstimulation.
"That's it, you look so pretty when you cry.” He taunts you.
He lifts you off his dick and throws you back on the mattress, face down. Though he has great stamina, he's reaching his own limit as well. So when he plunges himself back into your needy pussy once again, listening to your whines and cries, he decides to finally show mercy. He lowers his head to yours, his breath and low voice dangerously close to your ear.
"Beg me for it again, sweetheart. Let me hear how much you want to cum around my fat cock.”
Instantly you comply, begging him for your release. You'd never begged anyone like this before, but you don't care. There's only one thing that matters at this very moment: reaching your climax.
“Please, let me cum." You start breathlessly. “I can't take it anymore. Please, Doctor Strange. I'm begging you. Please let me cum!"
Hearing his title drip from your lips as a plea for mercy makes him take you like a madman, ramming his cock inside you harder than ever before. He reaches his hand around your waist to find your clit, toying the tender bud with surgical precision. You're instantly back at the edge, your cunt already tightening around his shaft before you know it. He bites down on your neck, eliciting another loud cry from your lips, then finally whispers the words into your ear you've been dying to hear all night.
“Cum for me, sweetheart. Come undone around my cock."
You tipple over the edge immediately, shuddering and writhing underneath him as he keeps fucking you through it. Your eyes seem to roll back in your head as you shake and convulse, the strongest orgasm of your life taking over your entire body. You scream, moan, groan, call out his name. He follows quickly after, pumping hot rods of cum into your pussy as you milk him for all he's worth, getting everything out of him.
Stephen collapses on top of you, dick still sheathed inside your pulsing cunt. When he rolls away and finally pulls out, you feel the combination of his cum and your own juices flow out of you, creating a sticky mess between your thighs. Stephen bends down and tenderly kisses the side of your face that isn't pressed into the mattress, whispering words of praise as he caresses your back.
The bed moves when he gets off, then dips again as he lets his weight sink into it again. You jump a little when a warm cloth runs between your legs and thighs, cleaning your swollen pussy and everything that's still leaking out of it.
When he's satisfied with his work, Stephen sits himself against the headboard and pulls you to him, running his steady fingers through your hair, kissing the top of your head.
“You did so well. And you're so beautiful.” He whispers against your lips as you look up at him again.
A lazy kiss is pressed to your lips, soft and gentle. Stephen cradles you against him and you relish in the warmth and slight sweatiness of his body.
“So how about that window, doctor?" You say as you finally find your voice again, gazing into his eyes.
A full-belly laugh follows, and you feel his body move against you.
"Down, girl.” Stephen teases. "I'll fuck you there tomorrow morning. I believe I owe you a couple of orgasms.”
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Author's notes:
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