cw: 18+ mdni, d/s dynamics, dacryphílía, ov3rstím but he talks you through it!
Jack Abbot should’ve known something was wrong with him when he felt the crown of his cock twitch when he saw you crying in the hospital stairwell after a shift.
You’d been nothing but cool headed on your shift, showing compassion and drive when need be but nothing but aloof and nonchalant when it came to anything else. If you two didn’t look so different, someone would think you and Doctor Shen were siblings.
But it had been… a night shift for sure. Breaking up a fight at the nurses station, calming down some frustrated parents, having to take over for Lena because she had an emergency to take care of, saving lives, losing one, sprinting down the hall to calm a patient down. An usually you manage to carry it home with you and scrub it all off in the shower. But you just needed a second to recoup. A second, a second, a second— maybe it was five minutes. You’re not all too sure, neither was Jack. But when he saw you pressed against the wall of the stairs, in that shitty orangey hue, long lashes damp with hot tears down you’re angelic face, nose a little runny and that full, kissable bottom lip of yours wobbling—
Abbot knew he had to make sure there were… other ways to prevent you from being in another situation like this again..
Put your prefect little salty droplets to better use.
You never stood a chance.
The older man slid into your life so easily, it was as if he’d been missing the entire time. Jack takes care of you so well, you forget you can hold your own sometimes. But it’s mostly all in good nature, checking in on you during your shift, making sure you’re eating and hydrated, driving you home after your shifts and making sure you follow your nighttime routine, letting you lean against him for a minute our two before he gets called away, little touches to your back, your neck, your fingers. Becomes the safe haven you know is there for you.
So when he’s got his fat dick stretching your slippery walls out to the brim and his thumb pressed up against your throbbing little clit again tonight in the bedroom, you can handle it.
He’s made sure of it.
“Fuck, Jack- hck- wait- wait!” You choke out, crawling up the bed but it’s no good.
“You sure you wanna quit baby cakes?” His other hand is at the small of your back, arching your back into him as he slowly pulls his length out to the top. “Look at how she won’t even let me go, clinging on t’me like she needs it.” He shudders, pre blending in youth your dripping wet cunt.
“Sure you want me to stop?” He asks innocently.
Your chest is heaving, sweaty, the old man has basically fucked you into the mattress, you’re curls sprawled out and frizzy from the way he has been giving you the meanest and sweetest strokes of your life. Running your hands through his greying curls, hands going down his freckled back from the pain and the pleasure, all you can think about is Jack, Jack, Jack—
“—Jaaack.” Your mewl out, you’ve got that glint in your eyes he can read a mile away. Biting the inside of your lip, head all tilted to the side.
He almost cracks a smile at you, calloused hands caresses down your tummy, right where he could press and feel his cockhead pressed uo against your cervix not too long ago. He lets his hand travel further up, circling a finger around your hardened nipple, “Your words sugar.”
You whine, pouting and those pretty and glossy brown eyes staring up at him, unconsciously wiggling your hips, god you’re too damn adorable, “Jack- mmph- Jack- I-I need you.”
“There you go,” his voice is so sweet in your ears, smooth, ramming back into you with a snap of his hips. “You’re my gooood girl baby.” He croons, taking your legs above his shoulders.
His thrusts are relentless, deep, he’s aiming for your sweet spots like a damn target, spreading your swollen pussy lips to see the way you’ve got his manhood glistening with your juices. He’s still holding your hips up and in place, watching how you claw at his forearms, mouth slack while you let out such pitchy and breathless moans, “Aaangh! Jack! Fuuck- nnngh-”
And then you feel his give your pulsing bud a little pinch, tears pricking your eyes, shaking your head “Please, please- ‘s too much-”
“ ‘Please, please, please give me more Dr. Abbot’ “ he teases in a high tone ever so lightly, smirking down at you, “And I am, you’ve got it sweetheart, just gotta ride it out f’me. Know you can.”
It’s too much at once, the way Jack grinds right into that gooey g-spot of yours that has those fat tears streaming down your face that he’s been itching to get for weeks. His thumb presses down your button, rubbing it that makes your body jolt and shake. Sobbing out his name as you squeeze onto the pillows holding your head for dear life, your legs shaking.
“I knoooow baby, I knooooow, shiiit- ‘a lot, doin so good though honey- fuck, so good.” he coo’s, but this fucking maniac is still pistoning his length through your walls, only getting harder the more you tremble and cry. You’re stunning when you’re fucked out, only thinking about your boyfriend and how he can fix you in this moment. Too damn sexy for your own good. The way you babble for him to hold you, and he does with a loud groan, wrapping your arms around his neck and rocking into you while the bed creaks with every thrust. Kissing your wet cheeks and then slipping his tongue down yout throat till he feels your pussy grip onto him like the life line he is.
And he’s got sparks in his eyes, slipping himself out of your pulsing cunt while his cum paints your stomach.
He’s panting, “Good job sugar, shit, did so well,” he cups your face, wiping your tears while your body goes limp in his arms. You murmur his name once more, just to feet his weight press down against your body. Holding you in his warm and loving arms.
“So pretty like this gorgeous.”
a/n: but you haven’t seen my man, you haven’t seeeeeeen my man. I didn’t realize @/superhoeva already wrote something exactly like this till I finished😵💫😵💫. But that’s mother regardless!!
Pookie I request,, spit slut Dennis. I am gonna be vague because I know you will run with it.
NOW GO
im going im going!! Im on a bit of a spit kick..me thinks. I think this came out really well, you say slut? I deliver.
warnings: spit and lots of it, drooling, kissing, car make outs. idk man standard mari appropriate grossness.
kissing dennis before you both go up to your shared apartment. right after pulling into the nearly empty parking garage. it was innocent really you just wanted to feel the comforting weight of his mouth on yours. leaning over the scuffed center console to press a quick kiss to his soft pink lips.
“one more?” he requests looking at you, fluttering his lashes and puckering up his lips in question, with a hopeful glint shimmering in his eye. you smile lopsidedly at the cute display, leaning back in to plant another soft one on him.
the second you come back from it he’s already asking for more.
“another?” this time you unbuckle your seatbelt and scoot closer in the passenger seat. resting your elbow on the console to give him a kiss once more, holding it longer than before but not long enough to be salacious. as you go to move back though, he lightly grasps the neckline of your jacket. gripping the soft material before your lips can even fully leave his. fingers flexing down onto the fabric like it’s reflex, not forcing just asking you to stay.
with his lips skimming over yours he looks into your eyes, gaze full of need, holding a deep want that threads through his irises. eyes moving from yours to your mouth every few seconds. unable to focus on either for too long before he’s looking at the other.
“kiss me..again, please”
it’s breathy, desperate even, ghosting over your mouth in a small puff of warmth. wetting his lips he keeps his eyes locked on yours. his plead is granted, adjusting yourself, fingers splaying over the radio to your right. you move closer, lips slotting to his perfectly, they’re slick from his tongue but you don’t mind, you fight the urge to lick it into your mouth.
the minute you settle into it, he whines, lacing his fingers into the fabric of your zip up a little harder. tugging you into him with more force. moving against you with fervor each dip of your head causes him to release a moan. the disconnecting and reconnecting spreading heat from him to you transferring it with ever kiss. every time you or he himself pull away he’s bringing you closer chasing your lips with a groan. you feel it, the wetness from his mouth spreading into yours, the warmth dripping from the seams of your mouths. running down your chin.
his tongue darts out licking over the spit from your lips and taking it back into his. it makes him shudder, the raw heady taste of you on his soft palate. he suppresses a whimper.
coaxing you to open up for him, he tilts his head, pressing closer. the line of your mouth splits but not wide enough, not as much as he needs it to be.
so he moves his hand from your collar to skim up over your cheek. grazing the skin there with his thumb tenderly before he’s digging it into the side of your chin. squeezing your jaw open.
“open—open up for me baby.”
it’s barely audible under the wet noises between the two of you. almost a whisper, muffled as he pushes the words into your waiting mouth along with his tongue.
it’s almost slimy, the warm salvia covering it viscous immediately running from him to you. and you accept it gratefully jaw falling open while he has his way with you. nipping at your bottom lip, tugging it with his teeth until you wince. all the while panting letting little whimpers out into the quiet atmosphere of the car.
his free hand joins the other on your face. pulling you forward by your cheeks until you’re almost bent over the console— that’s doing nothing but getting in the way. it’s wet, all of it is. his mouth, yours, your panties. the way he’s basically feeding his spit to you messily. at one point his hand even dances over your neck, to feel the muscles contract while you swallow down what he gives you.
it’s a mess of desperation and saliva. with your mouth now cracked open he’s free to suck your tongue into his mouth. engulfing your mouth with his, spit slicked lips encasing the tip of the muscle pulling it deeper.
you break away every so often, just to see the webs of saliva branch between the two of you. the feverish kiss even creating bubbles of the liquid as you both gasp and moan pathetically into each other.
“y’taste so good, my god.” he rasps.
drool slips freely down the sides of each respective mouth. and you wouldn’t have it any other way. dennis feels it drip down onto his wrist soaking the material of his sleeve but he could care less. a thin trail making its way down his chin and seeping down his neck. the sloppy nature of it all doing wonders for him, arousal burning under his skin and he needs more. more of you, more of the mess. pulling sway for only a moment to speak.
“shit— c’mere, climb across.”
then immediately dividing back in to capture your lips once more. listening you quickly clamber up over the seats and awkwardly fall into his lap narrowly avoiding hitting your head on the ceiling. his hands never leaving your cheeks, ass resting directly over his bulge, you grind down on him. eliciting a conjoined moan from the both of you.
he finally pulls away, face flushed in the low light overhead. head resting on the seats behind him, a picture of erotism painted across his features. eyes lidded, blinks slow, chin and cheeks smeared with a mixture of your spit and his glisten. chest heaving as he lays his head against his shoulder, blue eyes rolling over you.
licking his lips one of his hands come down gripping your hips to slide you closer. fingers breaching the line of your jacket going under to thumb at your skin. your hands flatten on his chest feeling the erratic pump of his heart beneath his ribcage.
saying nothing the other one reaches behind you to cut the power of the car. the lights going out the moment the key is turned, the low comforting hum of engine now dead. the space encased in an inky darkness. his once visible form now completely obscured in the night. even with your eyes wide open you see nothing, the only sound being the greedy intake of air you both take.
you feel him move closer, adjusting in his seat, arms wrapping around your body to pull you flush to him. noses brushing in the dark, it makes you shiver, every sense heightened as if an blindfold had been placed over your eyes.
suddenly his tongue comes out to lick over your closed lips. his hand moving from your back, over your breast and to the zipper of your hoodie. his words wisp over your now slick ones.
“I don’t think I’ll make it up to the apartment, sorry.”
summary: robby is held up late at work after a long shift and finds you asleep in bed, he plans to say hi and then go shower but you have different plans.
tags: smut, fem reader, age gap, dry humping, grinding, unprotected sex, p in v, established relationship, pet names, musk kink (kinda at the beginning then I lowkey forgot)
wc: 2.8k
You loved your days off, really. You got time to do anything you wanted. But there was something about having so much time that made you miss your boyfriend so much more than usual. While at work you could push it aside, distracting yourself until the end of your shift, having something to mutually look forward to made the reunion that much better. With a day off you couldn't do that, somehow you could sleep in, take a long shower, go on a walk, bake, and clean the apartment and it still only be 3pm.
You were struggling with exactly this on your day off. You had scrubbed the whole bathroom and kitchen, even baked fresh cookies and bread, but ultimately you just sat in your living room waiting for Robby to get home. Bored out of your mind, but unable to concentrate on anything except your comfortable, familiar boyfriend.
By 8:30 you were getting a bit antsy, pacing the length of the room; he was supposed to be off shift half an hour ago and he always texted you before he left. Unfortunately, this wasn't an uncommon occurrence for you. One of the main downsides of having an amazing boyfriend who ran the ER and saved lives every day was that at the very least once a week he'd be stuck behind late.
The clock kept ticking by. 9pm came and went, and by 10 your stomach was screaming at you for something to eat. You had been trying to hold yourself off so you two could eat together, but two hours after the end of shift with no sign of when he'd be off, you couldn't wait much longer. You just made yourself a sandwich with the bread you'd baked earlier and ate it cross legged on the couch, staring at your phone that was lying flat on the coffee table and willing the screen to light up with a text.
You had really tried to stay up, you'd even tried a redbull which you rarely had, and put on an action movie whilst you sat up in bed, but you had always been bad at staying up late. That was how you found yourself blinking away the tiredness of just waking up, with the tv still blaring, gunshots and shouting enveloping your weary senses. But then you realised Robby was there, his weight causing a dip in the mattress next to you and the comforting warmth of his hand rubbed your head.
"I'm home, sweetheart." His voice was gruff, tired "I'm sorry for being so late."
You pushed yourself up slowly, still weak from just waking back up, and squinted up at him. The skin around his eyes was more sunken than usual, but it still crinkled into a smile at your, most likely mussed from sleep, self.
"S'okay," You muttered, planting a hand on his chest as your cheek pressed against the shoulder of his shirt.
That's when it hit you. After a long shift it was common for Michael to smell a bit, especially if there was a particularly busy day like you assumed there was today. He'd get all the blood off of him obviously, but the accumulated sweat wasn't washed off until he got home. Usually you didn't even get time to notice, he'd come in the door give you a quick kiss before hopping into the shower and joining you after he was fresh and clean. It seemed like this time he couldn't wait to see you.
You involuntarily inhaled at the scent that was just on his skin, but stronger where you were. It was almost earthy, inherently natural, surrounding you; as enveloping as it was, the one thing you could stick your finger on was that it was just so your boyfriend. It smelled like him, just somehow ten times better. Something awakened deep inside of your core, sending pulses between your legs and you weren't even properly awake yet.
"Mikey," You murmured, tilting your head to properly look up at him.
Before he could respond, you had nuzzled your face into the crease where shoulder meets neck, inhaling deeply. Your fingers grazed the hairs at the back of it, just pressing soft kisses against his hot skin, the coarse hair of his beard scratching your soft skin.
He just chuckled with an exhale from his nose, hands magnetising to your hips and coaxing you up to sit on his lap.
"Someone's missed me," His speech was muffled by the top of your head.
"Mmh,"
"Tell you what, bunny." He crooked a finger under your chin to get you to look at him, his large hand coming up to cup your cheek.
"I'll take a shower, wash the day off, and then you can get back to this. How's that sound?"
You stuck your lip out in a pout and made a 'hmph' noise, looking away from him. This piqued your boyfriends interest, usually that had you clambering off of his lap to make him go faster, so what changed?
"I like it.." You mumbled, your back slouched and thumb nail between your teeth and you traced patterns against his chest with the other. Your eyes bore holes into a faded stain on his t shirt, avoiding eye contact.
"What do you like, sweet girl?" The tiredness was evident though the weary tone of his voice, but he seemed perfectly content. His finger came under your chin to nudge it up, forcing you to look at him.
"You smell good," Your cheeks were on fire, having just discovered this about yourself it was crazy to admit it to someone else so quickly. It shouldn't have embarrassed you, but it made you feel almost animalistic, and sharing that felt so vulnerable.
Still, at just the thought of him letting you indulge in this newfound kink you felt your clit throbbing, reaching out for any kind of friction.
"Yeah?" The side of his lip quirked up, eyes darkening with lust.
You felt his length hardening beneath you, and at that, your eyes flicked up to his own, sharing a knowing look. With a nod from him, you experimented with rolling your hips once. The low groan that came from Michael was a good sign to keep going, and the way shocks of pleasure were sent through your nervous system made your hips stutter. Ignoring the weakness in your legs, you kept going, feeling him having grown to his full erection now and purposefully sliding up and down the length, only separated by a few thin layers of fabric.
His strong hands firmly planted themselves on your hips, practically doing the motions for you. Luckily, because the constant friction was sure to make you lose control sooner or later. You whined, lips gaping in a silent cry as he added even more pressure. Despite the way your ears burned red hot, you had to bury your face in his armpit. Objectively, it was gross, the sharpness of a 15 hour shift was doing it for you, but for some reason you couldn't get enough. In fact, it spurred you on, bucking your hips with more fervour as the scent went straight to your slickening folds.
"Fuck, sweetheart.." Robby choked, his head snapping back and eyes squeezeing shut.
"You gonna come for me?" He coaxed, fingertips pressing bruises into the fleshy part of your hips.
You hadn't ever come from just friction, you didn't even know it was possible for you. And yet, all you could do was nod and force your head back down, moaning against the sticky skin of his arm that was exposed from under his t-shirt. Your fingers and toes felt like static, your head empty aside from your boyfriend. His scent, his touch, it invaded your senses and brought you to the cusp of pleasure.
"That's it, atta girl.." He murmured into the top of your head, stroking your hair.
Your body convulsed, hips squeezing his legs, fingers gripping his arms, and your face burying itself away from the world.
After a moment you removed yourself, panting, and looked up at him with half open eyes. His own crinkled into a smile, pressing a kiss onto your lips, swollen from biting them.
"If I knew I'd get this warm of a welcome, I'd never shower again." He joked, you pouted.
"Don't make fun of me," You were half joking, but you were still kind of self conscious.
"I'm sorry, my love." He pulled your body flush to his and kissed you deeply, an apology.
"How can I make it up to you?" His lips were sucking a blooming red mark right behind your ear where he knew you loved, and his hands had shifted to cup one of your breasts.
You thought, usually you'd ask him to eat your pussy or something along those lines, purely focus on your pleasure. But today you needed something different. No, today you needed more of him, more of that intoxicating scent.
"Let me suck you off,"
Your answer caught him off guard, not that he didn't want you to, but it just just quite unconventional. However, his dick still twitched when those words left your lips, eager. He wanted to say something about it, make sure you were certain, but the flash of something more behind your eyes spoke volumes.
You didn't wait any longer than you had to after being given the go ahead, immediately slipping your hands under the hem of his shirt to run over the thick coating of hair over his soft middle, pushing it up and over his head. Already the wait was killing you, although your clit was still sensitive it pulsed at the sight of your hot boyfriend shirtless beneath you.
You clambered off of his lap, a mess of limbs as you scrambled to unbutton his pants, hands trembling from anticipation. Robby just leaned back, letting you take his clothes off, he knew you enjoyed this almost as much as the act itself. Once you'd begun to pull the pants down his legs, you slid to the floor with them, settling between his thighs. You could smell him through the fabric. Merely the thought of what lies so close to you had your fingertips buzzing, he was so close. Following the throbbing imprint of his length, you salivated at the slight wet patch of precum at his tip.
In one swift movement his boxers were around his ankles, his cock springing free. He was long, veiny, not too thick but perfect for you. He would always have to slowly ease his length into you though inevitably it never lasted. And still, you've been subject to a bruised cervix more times than you could count.
His breath hitched in his chest as you flattened your palm against his thigh, leaning in to inhale the sweet, familiar musk that was now intensified tenfold. You kissed your way down his happy trail, following the scent, biting back a moan as you reached the dark, unruly patch of hair just above his erection.
You wrapped your entire hand around the base of his length, leaning forward to press your lips against the head. Your tongue darted out, savouring the saltiness of the now glistening pink skin. Slowly, you eased yourself down onto his cock, stopping to go back up to the top every now and then.
Tears pricked at your eyes once you had taken the whole shaft, feeling his hardness invading the tightness of your throat. With your nose nuzzled into his curls, cheeks blazing as you inhaled, you planted your hand flat on his thigh.
You knew he wouldn't last long as soon as you began to bob your head on him, lewd gags and splutters filling the room. His hand buried into the roots of your hair, guiding your movements and pushing you down further when you reached the bottom.
"Fuckkk, that's it.." He groaned, tipping his head back once again.
His hips bucked into your face but you didn't care, instead you flicked your tongue over the crease that separates head from shaft, ripping an uncharacteristic whine from his lips. You felt your panties becoming slicker by the second, and despite your currently occupied mouth you still closed your eyes and let loose any noises.
"Wait, fuck." He was panting now, sounding close to coming "Princess I'm gonna-"
He harshly pulled your head from him, your mouth disconnecting with a wet pop. Surprised, you quirked and eyebrow up at him.
"I don't want to come yet," His hand planted itself behind your neck
"Wanna feel you, fuck you.. I missed you."
He pulled you into a rough, needy kiss, his fingertips gripping you as if you were going to escape. You reciprocated with the same fervour, a nip to your bottom lip earning a high pitched whine into his mouth. Without breaking the kiss, you peeled off your soaked panties before climbing into his lap.
Instantly he was on you, mimicking his earlier movements on your hips except this time he hissed in pleasure when he felt his sensitive tip nestled between your slick folds.
"So wet for me baby…" He groaned
You nuuzzled your nose into his beard, sticking your tongue out and mouthing at his skin.
"Please…" You breathed,
"Yeah? My baby want to ride my cock, huh?"
You just rocked your hips, nodding into the crook of his neck as his length tantalisingly dragged over your swollen clit. You wanted to just do to, to lift your hips up and place him right at your practically dripping entrance, you ached to feel him fill you up completely- but you knew better than to do that without his permission. All you could do was grind your hips down and hope it was too much for him to wait much longer.
Just a moment later, your prayers were answered.
"Show me how much you missed me while I was at work."
Biting back a smirk, you lifted yourself up on your knees and reached behind you, grabbing the base of his cock and lining it up to your practically dripping hole. You drew your plump bottom lip between your teeth, screwing your eyes up at the familiar burn.
"Hey, don't do that. I want to hear you."
You flashed a heated look at him, seeing the need in his eyes, before gripping his shoulders and throwing your head back. You ground your hips down, remembering at the last moment not to stifle your moan as his tip brushed against that soft spot inside you. Shifting yourself on your knees, you lifted your hips up and sat back down on his length.
"Fuuckk sweetheart.."
You knew he wouldn't last long. He never did after a long shift, having waited over half a day just to see you. When he had to stay longer it was even worse. You could tell with the increased grip of your hips, the soft whimpers that you only heard when he was close.
A burn had begun in your thighs from bouncing yourself in his lap, and he could tell by the way you slowed down slightly. Instead of saying anything, he just planted his feet on the mattress and began fucking up into you with much more energy than he should have after a ten hour shift.
"Fuck, Mikey-!" A cry ripped itself from your throat at the unexpected increase, the relentless pounding, brushing your cervix rendered you speechless.
All you could do to hold onto and semblance of consciousness was dig your nails into his back, grounding yourself, and bury your face into the crook fo his neck, babbling incoherently as he fucked the thoughts right out of you.
"Baby, fuck- you're so tight, mmh just like that." He got so talkative when he was close, just about talking himself through it.
A moment later you felt him tense beneath you, his hips spasming whilst continuing shallow thrusts, working himself through it. You clenched around him, biting down onto his shoulder as you followed soon after. The feeling of being filled tipped you over the edge, and the fact that he hadn't stopped pumping his hips up to coax an orgasm out of you didn't help.
Your legs shook and you would've fallen against him fully if he wasn't gripping bruises into your hips. A white hot flash of pleasure engulfed you, your hand gripping into his short hair, grappling for something, anything..
After you'd both gotten your breath back, but he was still nestled into your heat, he cupped your face, stroking your cheek before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
tw: explicit sexual content, smut, consensual power imbalance, dominance/submission dynamics, dirty talk, light choking (consensual), physical restraint, breath control, degradation (mild), overstimulation, orgasm control, possessive language
“Fuck—Michael—” the sound punches out of you as pleasure surges too hard, too fast, stealing the air from your lungs. Your body jerks beneath him, instinct kicking in as you try to pull away from the overload—
—and he doesn’t let you.
His grip tightens instantly, hand firm at your throat, not crushing, just enough to stop you. To make you stay.
“No,” he says sharply, voice right in your ear. “You don’t back out when it gets good.”
Your breath stutters, pulse fluttering under his palm as he keeps moving, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring how undone you are.
He shifts you then—strong, practiced, like he knows exactly how you’ll bend for him. The mattress creaks beneath you as he settles you where he wants, his body caging you in, trapping every sound that spills from your mouth.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, thumb brushing along your jaw, lifting your face without asking. “Shaking already. And we’re not even done.”
Your hands clutch at his arms, fingers digging in as your back arches despite yourself.
“That’s it,” he continues quietly. “Let me feel you give up.”
His hand stays at your throat, guiding your head back just enough that your chest lifts, your breath catching every time he moves. The pace stays cruelly steady—deep, controlled—each thrust knocking the air from your lungs in the most intoxicating way.
“Breathe,” he tells you, low and commanding. “I’ve got you.”
The words ground you just enough to keep you right on the edge.
Your body tightens suddenly, pleasure spiking too sharp, too much, and you try to pull away again, a broken sound slipping free.
He follows immediately, grip tightening, body pressing you right back down.
“Uh-uh,” he warns. “You feel that build? That’s mine.”
Your legs start to shake violently, muscles betraying you as he keeps going, relentless, unyielding.
“You love this,” he mutters, almost to himself. “Love when I don’t give you a choice.”
Your mouth falls open as another orgasm crashes through you, ripping a sob from your chest as your vision blurs.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Let it happen. Good—just like that.”
His own control starts to fracture then. His breathing turns rough, movements sharper, hand at your throat tightening just enough to remind you who’s in charge as he chases the edge with you.
“Tell me,” he demands, voice strained. “Where do you want it?”
“Mouth,” you gasp.
The moment the word leaves you, he moves—decisive, efficient—guiding you exactly where he wants you. He holds you steady as his hips stutter, breath breaking as he comes, muttering your name like a warning and a praise all at once.
When it’s over, he lingers. His hand stays at your throat for a beat longer, thumb brushing softly now, grounding.
“Easy,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”
He watches you swallow, eyes dark but calmer, before leaning down to press a slow, claiming kiss to your lips.
“Such a mess for me,” he adds quietly, almost fond.
Then he pulls away, already turning toward the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the room—aftercare coming whether you ask for it or not.
My God the first time baran calls trinity good boy during sex it sends a shiver down her spine. Like she tenses. her ears start ringing. her brain shuts down before it locks in and ramps from a 4 to a 10 in like 2 seconds. Baran thought she got it wrong and is about to apologize but now she's got the MILF FUCKER 9000 energized and plowing into her pusssy. Trinity is a good boy, she is the goodest boy and she is about to make sure baran has every reason to scream good boy.
milf fucker 9000 fucking kILLLLEEEEDDD me this is awesome also beyind milffucker 9000 this ask rly tickled me ehehehehehe. as a classic service sub who likes calling herself good boy sometimes.... this one hit hard
(mdni)
baran’s usually the kind of woman to ask before doing just about anything to someone, regardless of the context. when she and trinity first start seeing each other baran insists on going over trinity’s likes and dislikes again before so much as kissing the younger woman. but as time goes on baran learns to read her partner, starts getting an understanding for the ebb and flow of trinity’s sexuality.
over time the list of questions gets shorter, and eventually disappears all together. baran knows her girl like the back of her hand— she makes sure of that. any time trinity mentions something she wants offhandedly baran adds it to a special note on her phone. one thing she’s noticed recently is that trinity has been exploring her masculine side more. every once in a while she’ll call herself baran’s boyfriend, and each time baran agrees trinity gets just a little more flustered than usual.
one night trinity asks baran to use the strap on her, and the older woman can’t help but smile at how immediately excited her puppy is. it’s not often that baran gives up the strap. she's very particular about her own pleasure, but sometimes it's just too hard to say no to trinity. so she gets on her hands and knees for her girl, and within seconds trinity’s pounced on her. coated in some sweet smelling lube baran bought for the occasion, trinity's cock slides inside the older woman easily. the lack of resistance brings a moan from the back of trinity’s throat. she counts to five in her head and then starts to move, dragging the silicone dildo in and out of baran’s cunt.
trinity grabs baran by the hips and pulls her down on her dick. every bit of friction somehow hits her g-spot, and it isn’t long before baran is reduced to a dripping horny mess. lost in the moment, baran groans out a soft “fuuucckkk trinity you’re such a good boy for me…”
and then trinity goes still. baran realizes her mistake but it’s too late, and she starts sputtering out apologies in between her panting. after a moment one of trinity’s hands moves from baran’s hips to the back of her neck, fingers tangling themselves into the the roots of her hair and pulling hard.
trinity slams in and out of the older woman, growling with a ferocity baran has never heard before. baran’s moans turn to cries as trinity pounds her relentlessly, somehow hitting the right spot each time. and the older woman had never thought she was multi-orgasmic, but she honest to god loses track of the amount of times she cums on trinity’s cock, rattling out a series of broken good boys whenever she can.
I unfortunately love Dr. Robby and I’m so scared to finish season 2 of the Pitt cause I haven’t finished it yet.
Maybe I’ll make a pt 2. Idk
TW: Fingering (female anatomy), teasing, casual brat taming,
Robby is a big guy. He’s tall. He’s got broad shoulders and a sturdy build. Big nose, big hands, long fingers, It only makes sense that his dick is big too. “Robby ‘s too much!” You whine. Your chest is heaving, sweat makes your skin glisten in just the right way that he wants to lick it off. The sheets under you are damp from your arousal due to Robby fingering you for the past ten minutes. Long fingers playing between your slickened folds, lubricating each digit before pressing them against your entrance. Watching with darkened eyes as each knuckle disappears. He absolutely loves teasing you like this. Getting you needy and desperate because he knows he can reach the places inside of you that your fingers can’t quite reach.
He’s got two fingers in you both of them three knuckles deep. Curling them upward, pressing the pads of his fingers up into the spongy spot that he knows makes your back arch and your pussy clench. His cock is already straining against his sweats but your needy moans only egg him on more. He’s debating whether or not to add a third finger when you kick out at him. You should have known Robby’s reflexes would have been faster. His free hand shooting out to deflect your foot that would have caught him square in the face. “Hey, absolutely not.” Robby snaps at you. His brows furrowing in annoyance as he gaze goes from your dripping pussy to your big glassy eyes and pouty lips.
You realize your mistake instantly when you feel Robby’s warm palm against your ankle. Feel his fingers wrap in an iron grip squeezing your tender flesh till he can feel the tendons pressing against the bone. He pushes your leg upward, forcing you to open further for him, before pinning your foot to the bed. “You gonna be good for me sweetheart or am I going to have to tie you to the bed?” Your mouth goes dry as you look at him. “I’ll be good.” You whisper earning a mocking smile from Robby as he pulls his fingers out of you. The sudden emptiness causing you to gasp. “Yeah I bet you will.” He mutters as he wipes his sticky fingers on your thigh. Smearing your own arousal against your skin.
summary: in the quiet spaces between emergencies, some lines blur too easily.
warnings: SMUT, NSFW, divorced!frank langdon, married!reader, affairs, coworkers with benefits, porn with plot, aginal sex/p in v, semi-public sex, workplace sex, praise kink, humiliation, dom/sub undertones (dom!frank langdon) slight exhibitionism, no aftercare, some angst at the end (reality is a bitch)
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a/n: I originally posted this on ao3 under the user sinthesiss but recently took it down and decided to reupload it to tumblr instead. I am NOT stealing this work. it is mine and has ALWAYS been mine!
The emergency department was unusually quiet, the kind of quiet that made every sound feel louder than it should. Monitors still beep steadily, nurses still move with purpose, but the chaos had softened into something almost… breathable.
You’re off in South 15 with a patient who had come in complaining of some unusual dizziness, and a slight fever of 100.3°. You lean over the patient’s arm, tying off the tourniquet with practiced ease.
“Okay…” you whisper, voice calm and steady as you line up the butterfly needle, “a little pinch,”
Blood labs are a routine procedure in the emergency department. Predictable, safe, and within seconds, dark red is filling the vial.
Once you have two tubes filled up, you remove the needle and patch up the patient’s arm with some gauze and tape. You label the sample, double-checking the name and date like you always do, before looking up to your patient again with a friendly grin.
“I’ll run this upstairs,” you inform him with a nod, “we should have the results within the hour. If you need anything before then, just call for me.”
“Sure thing, doc.”
With that, you leave the room, tapping the vial lightly against your palm as you make your way to the elevator. The hallway lights buzz faintly as you walk, sneakers squeaking against linoleum floors.
The elevator ride to the lab is short and uneventful, as per usual. You hand off the sample, exchange a few words, and turn back toward the emergency department.
You hum softly to yourself on the elevator ride back down, watching the numbers go down while you think about little things. What you’re going to have for dinner tonight, what might happen in the next episode of that new show you’re watching. It’s quiet today, you had the time to think about domestic things like that, for once.
Soon enough, the elevator dings and the steel doors open. You step out and begin to make your way back to the hub to pick up your next case from Dana.
That’s when you see him.
Dr. Langdon stands at the far end of the corridor, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed. He looks like he always does: composed, a little tired, and entirely too aware of your presence.
He always has this look in his eye when he finds you, like a sly fox that’s just waiting for his prey to walk into his trap… and here you are.
You try to not let him notice your steps slow, try to not let your composure falter, but it’s too late. Once your eyes meet his and get caught in that mist of cerulean, you’re done for. His trap.
Suddenly you can’t avoid him anymore.
“Doctor Langdon,” you greet professionally.
He nods politely, “doctor,”
He pushes off the wall and closes the distance between you in a few strides, keeping his arm crossed in front of him.
You should have kept walking.
Instead, you don’t.
He lowers his voice. “You’ve been avoiding me,”
“I’ve been working,” you reply coyly, keeping your voice even.
But your pulse had already picked up, betraying you almost immediately once in his proximity.
“Have you?” He tests, cocking his head slightly.
You don’t respond. Not at first, anyways. Just watch his face for a moment with your wide doe eyes, and that’s all he needs.
He reaches for your biceps. Not rough, not forceful, but certain, and almost eager. He’s quick to pull you into the nearest exam room, muting the outside world the second that the door clicks shut.
Then, he’s on you.
Lips crash together almost instantly, like there was some magnetic force pulling you towards him. He tastes like spearmint and sin, a flavor you can never get tired of.
You melt into him.
When he sucks your bottom lip between his teeth, you let out a soft moan against him, and he quickly ceases the opportunity to slide his tongue inside your hot mouth.
Tongues battle for dominance as your soft fingers reach up to cup his jaw, his anchored on your hips.
Then, you come back.
You’re at work, you’re married. This is wrong.
“This is a bad idea,” you pant between kisses.
“You always say that,” Langdon replies.
“And I’m always right.”
“Yeah,” he whispers, “you are.”
But neither of you let go.
How could you, when his strong hands are wrapping around the small of your back to pull you impossibly closer? When you can already feel his growing hard on beneath the rayon of his scrubs?
Then, he pushes into you again, closing the little space between you and the wall. He grinds against you once, twice just to let go of some of the pressure, yet still careful enough to not let you notice. But you do, of course you do, and your body, shaped like clay to please him, is already eager and begging for more.
He reaches for the tie of your scrubs, wasting no time pulling them lose and slipping a hand down into them, cupping your pussy with his palm and letting his calloused fingertips dance along the wet spot that’s already soaking through your panties. He hums with satisfaction.
“I bet you don’t get this wet for your husband, do you?” He growls lowly.
When you don’t respond, he leans in closer, lips ghosting over yours.
“Hmm?” He hums, and you can feel his hot breath on your skin.
You bite down on your lip to stifle another whimper as your heart throbs in your chest. His fingers continue their gentle, precise movements over clothed clit, giving you just enough to rile you up even more, and not nearly enough at the same time. A shiver racks through your core.
“Yeah, I know he doesn’t touch you like this,” he continues, “because it’s only been a few seconds and you’re already shaking.”
Your head lulls back at his words, pussy aching for his touch.
“Please,” you whisper, helplessly.
He looks up at you, “what was that?”
“Please…” you repeat, face flushing a deep crimson. “Please touch me.”
He hums approvingly, dipping his head down to place tender kisses to the exposed skin of your neck as he pushes your underwear to the side and plunges two thick fingers inside of you.
Your jaw falls slack with a sharp gasp, hand reaching up to grab his bicep, fingernails digging into the material of his shirt as you adjust to the stretch.
“That’s my girl…” he praises, a prideful smirk on his lips when he glances up to watch your face twist with pleasure.
Soft moans spill from your mouth as he works a gentle rhythm with his middle and index fingers, curling them carefully against that sensitive spot inside you before dragging them out and starting over again.
He keeps his steady pace until he has you dancing on your tiptoes, desperately trying to chase your release, but it’s just out of reach.
You’re a whining mess now, glassy eyes frenzied with lust as he keeps you teetering right on the edge of pleasure. He can play you like a piano, and you just make it so easy for him.
“Please,” you breathe, “please…”
“What now?” He sighs, mockingly, “you want me to fuck you?”
Your eyes shut tight when a spike of pleasure shoots through your core at his words, clenching your jaw to keep your composure.
“Mm-hmm,” you nod.
But he shakes his head. “No, let me hear you say it.”
You swallow your pride.
“Please fuck me,” you beg.
He has to bite his own lip to distract him from the aching in his trousers now, eyes looking you up and down, studying your writhing figure before he pulls his hand from your pants, dripping with your desperation.
“Alright,” he starts, voice low, “how about you bend over on the bed for me?”
You nod in response, eyebrows knit with pleasure. Langdon takes a step back from you, giving you the space to walk past him and position yourself on the hospital bed. He follows behind.
You arch your back, folding your arms on the mattress to cushion your head when you place it down. You glance over your shoulder, watching him, eyes blown wide with lust.
In one swift motion, he pulls your scrubs and panties down around your thighs, using his spare hand to push your top up further, just to get a look at that beautiful curve of your spine, and those two dimples above your ass that he loves so much.
Then, he reaches down to push his own pants down, letting them pool around his ankles. With his hand still coated in your wetness, he takes a moment to pump himself a couple times, lubing himself up real good before nudging the swollen tip against your cunt.
He’s slow with it at first, teasing like he always does. His cock plants a few kisses to your tight hole, enjoying taking his time with you before you grow desperate enough to try to push back on him, ever so slightly.
He tuts, “so eager…”
He slips it in, trying not to let his eyes roll back at the way you’re squeezing him so perfectly. He swallows back a low growl as you begin struggling underneath him.
“F-Fuck,” you gasp. “Frank—!”
“Shhh,” he soothes, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin of your ass.
A broad hand slides up your spine to push you back down to the mattress, and you let him mould you like putty.
He tries to hold back from his indulgences, tries to be slow with you and take you apart piece by piece, but he starts to lose himself, too. In seconds, his hips are snapping mercilessly against yours. Your fingers claw at the sheets of the perfectly made bed below you.
You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood, burying your head in the mattress to try to stifle your moans, but he can still hear them.
He doesn’t mind it, though. If it were up to him, he’d let you scream his name at the top of your lungs.
Hell, why would God give him ears if not to listen to you cry out for him?
With every withdrawal of his cock, your pussy is already sucking him back in. His tip kisses against your cervix with every thrust, and before long, your legs are starting to shake beneath you.
That’s when you hear it.
Footsteps in the hallway, voices on the other side of the door.
“Do we have the labs back for South 15 yet?”
Langdon’s thrusts slow, but they never stop. Instead, he just leans down over you and wraps his palm around your mouth, keeping it shut tight.
Your pussy tightens around him.
“Yeah, you like that?” He whispers in your ear. “You like getting fucked with people right outside the door, huh? What if someone walks in?”
You bow your head into your arms, stifling another lewd whine. As you shake in his grip.
“…or do you want them to?”
His words make your core burn. You can already feel the ever so familiar burn begins to twist inside of you. Completely blissed out in his grasp, you can’t do anything but sigh helplessly.
The doctors outside continue their conversation, “well, let me know if you see her.”
With that, the footsteps recede, and you can finally let out a relieved sigh. Your relaxation only lasts for a moment though, as Langdon wastes no time picking up the pace of his thrusts again.
Your eyes are rolling back, and it isn’t long until the heat coiling in your stomach starts sending lightning bolts through your body. Your muffled cries slip up a pitch higher, and he knows exactly what you need.
“O-Oh god— ’m close—“
He doesn’t even need you to say it, he can tell by the way you’re clamped down around him, milking the life from his cock.
“I know, baby,” he grunts, “I know…”
His words make you whimper as you begin to shake with anticipation. Your orgasm looms over you, seconds away.
“C’mon, just let go for me…”
Then, as if on command, your body crests over. Pleasure shoots to every corner of your body and Langdon can’t help but watch with awe as you twitch with the crashing waves of your orgasm, feeling your tight cunt spasm around him.
Suddenly, his hips stutter, foot planting down against the floor as he chases his own release, delivering each thrust now with a deep growl, gradually getting louder the closer he gets, practically using your swollen and spent body. In one quick motion, he pulls out, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing as he spills out over your back.
He jaw clenches tight as he swallows his own moans, head reeling.
With a few final strokes of his cock, he begins to relax as he starts to come down from his high. Both of you share deep pants as you catch your breath, muscles aching as you go still for a moment to take in the quiet afterglow.
Then, you’re back to reality.
You’re at work. In a dark room that is filled thick with the heat from your affair.
Your legs shake beneath you as Langdon wipes you down with a paper towel.
You stand, pulling up your pants and smoothing over your scrubs with your hands, carefully avoiding eye contact. You don’t know what will happen if you gall into that trap again.
This is always the worst part, when the guilt sets in and there’s nothing left to say.
The exam room is too small for the weight of everything you’re not saying.
“We can’t keep doing this.”
Langdon nods, but there’s no conviction in it. “I know.”
“You’re divorced, you get to walk away from things.” You sigh, “I don’t.”
“That’s not fair,” he replies, though gently. “You think any of this is easy for me?”
You don’t answer.
The words land heavier than anything else.
Neither of you say anything for a second.
“I should go.”
He looks away, biting back words he knows he cannot say.
“Yeah.” He murmurs.
Silence, again. Thicker this time.
The only sound is the quiet ticking of the wall clock, the sound of time passing.
With that, you turn on your heels, and head for the door.
The noise of the emergency department rushes back in. Voices, footsteps, the steady rhythm of buzzing machines.
You step out without looking back. Just like that, everything returns to routine.
You’re quick to push the quiet moment with Langdon to a dark corner in the back of your mind and focus on the tasks at hand.
You head back to the hub, checking the board for any updates or new cases to pick up.
Dana glances your way.
“We’ve been looking for you,” she notes.
“I just ran to the bathroom,” you smile surely, shrugging it off
The entrance doors slide open, and a familiar figure fades into the corner of your view. When you turn to look, your heart drops.
“H-Hi, honey!” You stammer.
Your husband walks in, holding up a takeout bag in his hand as he approaches you.
“Thought I’d bring you some lunch,” he explains.
Across the hub, Landon watches the board, trying not to let his gaze shift down to you but he can’t help it.
His arms cross in front of his chest as your husband lean in to place a kiss on your cheek. He watches your smile twitch with shame.
The sight makes his lips press into a thin line, jaw tight with envy.
It’s okay, though.
They never last long anyways.
a/n: I wrote this instead of studying for my bio exam. How many letters in cooked??? six!!! which is not 8 but it’s close enough to sex so here we are.
Having sex with Robby comes with many, many perks but it is not without it's difficulty. He's a generous lover, especially if he's had a hard day and needs to work it out through sweat slick touches and demanding kisses.
More often than not, he'll sink to his knees (even though he complains about how bad they ache the next morning over coffee) or slip those long, thick fingers beneath the hem of your panties to pet and play with your pussy until your thighs quake and you gush over his palm. Loses himself in the soft give of your body, and the tight, wet heat of your silken walls. Nevermind his obsession with your ass, always gripping and groping, obsessed with the spill of fat between his fingers, the jiggle and curve.
And foreplay lasts for hours, sometimes longer than the actual sex itself, not that you mind. Those days you cum so hard you almost black out, a shivery, shaky mess beneath the wide berth of his body. His chest molded to yours, the hair teasing at your pebbled nipples and sending little pulses of pleasure through your body as he nuzzles his face into your neck.
The only thing you wish was different is how many rounds he can go - two on a good day with ample breaks in between. While he's fit for work at the PTMC (lifting patients, wheeling machinery and hospital beds alike keeping him limber) he's not as young and spry as he used to be, knees fucked and back achy more often than not. He gets tired, worn out.
That's where you take over, sidling on top to give him a break as he lays back to enjoy the ride. Body stretched out and cradled by plush pillows, strong hands resting on your thighs as you dictate the pace or behind his head as he helps with tiny little pulses of his hips, the fat cockhead scraping along your walls and kissing your cervix.
It's easy to cum like that, close and intimate. Shivery pleasure fizzing down your spine, sparking along axons. Honestly, being on top is some of your favorite ways to have sex with Robby - and he's never complained at being able to take a backseat.
But there's another reason why you love it, too.
Like this, he can't shove you off (not that he'd actually try).
When he cums with a long, hoarse groan of your name, back bowing up and neck elongating as he pumps you full, you pause your hips and smile. Warmth blooms behind your navel, primal satisfaction hooking deep.
You haven't cum yet, but you will.
Soon.
"Hah, fuck," Robby chuckles, scrubbing a hand over his face. "I needed that."
You hum, greedily taking in the ruddy flush of his cheeks, the sleepy droop of his puppy brown eyes, the crinkle at the corners when he shoots you a smile. Fuck, he looks so good you could eat him alive.
Your pussy clamps down around his softening cock, jizz oozing out of you to drip down his balls. Robby winces, oversensitivity making him shiver. His hands reach down to take hold of your hips, thumbs caressing the bone and makes a move to help you up.
Only you resist, twisting out of his grip and grinding down short, and filthy. A startled noise punches its way out of Robby's chest, his hands fluttering at his side as his own hips give a half-aborted thrust up, more cum slipping out to make a mess of your bodies.
"Oh, fuck! What're you - ahh..."
"Mm, I'm not done yet, baby," you murmur, pressing your palms against the soft swell of his belly for stability as you lean down to brush a kiss over his stubbled jaw. "Wanna keep riding you, make you cum inside me again. Wanna be so full for you."
Robby swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing. His pupils are so blown wide it's hard to determine where his iris ends; a thin ring of brown around a sea of black. Seated deep inside you, his cock gives a pathetic twitch of interest.
"I don't..." he trails off, his mouth twisting to the side. The blush on his face spreads, creeping up his temples towards his hairline. "M'not sure if I have it in me, sweetheart."
But you do.
And doesn't riding him until he's oversensitive, until his voice cracks and his hands snag so hard on your body you'll ache for days, until he stuffs you so full of cum you leak for hours, sound like fun?
"But I do," you reply. "So lay back and look pretty for me. I'll do all the work."
Any protest he might've had is swallowed by a ragged noise and the scrunch of his eyes when you swivel your hips to the side, feeling his balls press against the plush of your ass. Your swollen clit drags over his belly, the coarse hair of his happy trail providing some much needed friction.
You whine, head rolling back. "Please, baby, let me."
A shaky hand reaches out, cups the weight of your breast in a heated palm. Warmth blooms, rushes from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. Your thighs squeeze his sides when a rough thumb strokes over your nipple.
Robby starts to speak but has to pause to clear his throat, his voice cracking around the edges. Small tremors start to crackle along his frame, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his increased oxygen intake.
Then you moan, hips starting in earnest, desperate to feel his cock throb and jerk inside you when he promises with glossy eyes, and a hazy expression, "You can do whatever you want to me."
I am but booboo the fool. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST YOU'RE EVIL AND I"M GONNA HARM YOU PHYSICALLY!
