Synopsis: Stack absolutely hates when you post on social media.
Warnings: Heavy Smut, degrading, overstimulation, Stack is insatiable, pregnant sex, cursing, use of N word, overstimulation, squirting, Stack talks you through it.
Part 1
Part 2
MINORS DNI
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You were the perfect picture of innocence. A rare beauty that stopped anyone dead in their tracks, with a smile so warm they could practically melt. A southern belle with an accent thick enough to make anyone swoon. You had always been the center of attention and yet remained humble enough to ignore it.
You also ignored all the boys that tried to tie you down, not interested in the cookie cutter, goodie two shoes that were convinced they’d be perfect for you.
Your mother begged you to settle down with a good man like Johnny, who goes to church every Sunday, or Thomas, who was the pastors son. But you didn’t care for them, they bored you out of your mind. Too soft to handle you like how you truly wanted.
You were convinced that Mississippi didn’t have the version of the man you craved and that at some point you’d have to settle for one those men your mom kept trying to put you on to.
That was until the twins moved back. You hadn’t heard of them, too busy wrapped inside your own little world to worry about what others had going on but once they came back, the word spread like wildfire. The flames were big enough to knock the walls down of your domaine and the whispers echoed loudly in your ears.
“Heard they just came back from Chicago.”
“I heard they was over there stealing and killing people.”
“I’m surprised they ain’t locked up. Somebody should do something.”
You minded your business though, tended to your horses, dogs and your bakery business.
Cookies, pies, cakes, brownies and just about anything sweet that you could name, was your specialty. You started getting called Peaches for your obsession with making peach cobbler and handing it out to your neighbors. You had learned to cook and bake from a very early age, your mother making sure you knew how to throw down in the kitchen so that you could impress your potential husband.
But you didn’t care for that, you learned because you liked it, loved it actually, and eventually you took your talents elsewhere.
To Tik Tok.
Pink kitchen and utensils caught the attention of millions of people who liked to watch you do what you do best. You hadn’t expected the surge of attention, the videos only being posted in hopes to your reach your friends and family, but the algorithm had other plans. And so that’s how you spent your days, tending to your animals and baking sweets for your millions of fans and to share with your neighbors. Eventually you became the talk of the town, everybody wanted to try a piece of your desserts and before you knew it, you had people showing up at your doorstep asking for anything, a crumb even.
One night, while you were preparing sugar cookies, you heard a knock at your door that wasn’t frantic like it usually was. It was slow and loud. Just two knocks.
You wiped your hands on your pink apron, long curly light brown hair cascading down your back as you walk towards the entrance, the shorts you wore barely covered your ass and the cropped tank top hugged your upper body tight. You weren’t expecting anyone this late, no one usually showed up at this time.
The clock ticked to 11PM just as your hand reached the handle. A man, who you hadn’t seen before, stood there in a all black suit. His face was expressionless but his eyes stayed on the way your cheeks reddened before they traveled down your body, zeroing in on the deep brown moisturized skin that glowed against the moonlight.
Something about his demeanor made your stomach turn, nerves clawing at your body, but there was something else, a heat hidden behind the fear.
“Oh. Hi! H-How may I help you?” Your voice was soft and something about it caused Stack’s jaw to tick slightly, that and the way you smelled of fresh vanilla and peaches.
“Evenin ma’am. Names’ Stack. My apologizes for disturbing you so late. I’m here on behalf of Mrs. Delphine, says her husband sick and in the hospital again, been craving sum of them lemon cookies you be making.”
His voice was deep and rough in a way that would send anybody else running. Accent slow like molasses and thick just like yours. Your thighs clenched before you could stop yourself.
“Oh um. Y-yeah. I have some. I just gotta pack them up for him. Um—” You hesitated, teeth sinking into your plush lip before mentally telling yourself ‘Fuck it’.
“Um— Do you want to come in and wait while I get everything together?”
Stack nodded, a small smirk appeared on his lips before he stepped inside your little world that you had carefully crafted for yourself.
And the rest was history.
Your viewers started to notice the change, the way you recorded videos with a smile so wide you’d think the measuring cups had told you a joke. They noticed how softer you were, the dreamy look on your face and the way you just glowed.
Assumptions about a man being in the picture were in almost every single video you posted. You didn’t bother confirming nor denying anything. Just let them keep guessing.
Until you popped out with a ring on your finger. You weren’t even bothering on being discreet, your perfectly manicured hand was all in the camera as you recorded how you baked a cheesecake. The boulder on your finger catching the light and making its presence known.
You tried to remove the ring, your audience too distracted by it to pay attention to what you were making but Stack wasn’t having that. Not one bit.
“Stop fucking playin with me. Put that shit back on.”
He groaned as he watched the video you had posted without it. Stack didn’t even have a tik tok account before you, didn’t even care about anything pertaining to social media. But once the two of you got together, he made sure to watch anything you posted.
‘User3829928’ liked your video.
He didn’t even bother making a name for himself, didn’t care to post or even watch anything else. His only purpose was to watch you. Sometimes you’d post things to get under his skin. A picture with a miniskirt that was wayyyy too short. A dress that hugged your curves too tight for a video on how to make homemade ice cream. Or starting a ‘get ready with me’ video in a silk robe that showed a little too much for him. Each time ended with you on your knees, attempting to apologize to him as he fucked your throat. You promised you wouldn’t do it again through tears that seeped through the pillow case while he fucked you silly.
But you never kept your promises.
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You shouldn’t have done it, but you were frustrated beyond belief. Stack had left early that morning with the lie stuck on his lips that he’d return in time to make cupcakes with you. It was a cute little tradition the two of you had started since you first got together.
Every Friday, the two of you would spend the day baking or cooking something. Anything.
Last Friday, Stack wanted tomato soup and grilled cheese. So the two of you spent the day making that, even had more than enough to send over to Smoke and Annie.
This Friday though, you and the small little bean growing inside of your belly were craving cupcakes and Stack had given you his word. Said he just had a few errands to run with Smoke and that he’d be back early enough to bake the cupcakes so that they’d be ready by dinner time.
By 5PM you were still waiting for him, the pout on your face deepened as you texted him for the 8th time in the past 10 minutes.
By 5:30 you have had enough. You changed into a red halter top, mini dress that Stack had specifically bought just for you to wear for him, fluffed out your curls and touched up your makeup. You grabbed your phone, set it up on the tripod in the kitchen and started the live.
Comments flooded in seconds, compliments being thrown left and right. Some from the ladies but most from men.
“Hi guys!” You waved to the camera, the stack of bracelets dancing loudly on your wrist. “It’s a bit late but I was planning on making cupcakes so I figured you guys would like to join me.” Your smile was sweet, as it always was. No one suspected your ulterior motives.
No more than 5 minutes of you starting, your iPad started ringing. Your phone, which was placed on DND, recorded as you watched your iPad ring before shutting it off.
It only took Stack 20 minutes to drive home. You were distracted, too deep into explaining your recipe to notice him walk into the kitchen. His heavily tatted arms were crossed across his chest, his body stiff behind your phone. White T shirt clung to his muscles, black jeans handing low on his hips, some Jordan’s and chains sitting heavy on his pretty neck.
“Okay so make sure that you’re adding enough vanilla extract or it’s going to taste like—” You jumped once you noticed him, heart racing loudly in your chest. The viewers noticed, half concerned, half excited to maybe get a glimpse of your man.
“Is that him?”
“Omg don’t tell me we’re about to meet Mr.Peaches himself.”
“Guys have you noticed that she looks a bit pregnant here?”
Stack eyed you. Fully. From the top of your head, down to the French tip pedicure on your toes. He clenched his jaw as he looked at the dress you wore.
“End the live fa me, baby.” You bit the side of your bottom lip, eyes wide and staring up at him. Somewhat embarrassed that this was happening on live, somewhat turned on from the intensity of his stare.
“I—I’m not done, papa.”
“I know you ain’t done but we gotta talk, so end the live.”
“Ooop not my good sis done fucked up”
“Shiiiitttt girl he sound like he not playing, ga head and end the live.”
“Why do I feel like I’m the one getting in trouble?”
You nodded. “Okay guys, I’ll see yall in a bit.” The screen went dark as soon as the live ended. You locked your phone and placed it on the counter. You could feel the weight of his eyes on you but pretended not to.
“You like playing with me?” Stack slowly walked up to you.
“Stack—”
“Nah, answer me. You like pissing me off?” He stood right in front of you, arms on either side, holding on to the counter behind you. He leaned down and it took everything in you not to throw yourself into his warmth. He smelled of cologne and weed, scent strong enough to make you dizzy with desire.
“No…” your lips formed a pout, eyes wide in the way you knew could get you anything you wanted. His lips twitched, trying hard not to smirk at how cute you looked. “Get ya ass upstairs. Now.”
“But-”
“Now, baby.”
You nodded, and headed up the stairs with him trailing behind you. He didn’t like being mean to you, you were too sweet for that, but he was never afraid to put you in your place.
You sat at the edge of the bed and waited for him to walk in, your nerves were through the roof but you also lived for the thrill and he knew that. Stack’s steps were heavy, you expected him to walk right to you, to grab you up and choke you like how he always does but instead he walks to the vanity that sat across from the bed. You watched the muscles on his back move, his big frame blocking what he was doing.
After a few seconds of messing around, he turned and walked to you. His hand gently gripped your jaw, thumb smoothing circles onto your skin. “You wanted my attention, mama? Huh? That’s why you did that?”
You nod, face formed into a pout. This wasn’t usual for him, the gentleness after you piss him off.
“Nah speak up. Tell me what the problem is.” Your breath stutters and eyebrows furrow in confusion. His voice was soft, the complete opposite of what you were expecting. “Speak, mama. I’m here now. Tell me what’s up.”
Your mouth opens, getting ready to spill your truth, to admit that your hormones and emotions were completely out of wack and all you wanted was your man.
Stack lowers down to his knees, his hands pull your dress up in one quick motion. A small gasp escapes your mouth when he presses a kiss to your knee, trailing his lips further up your thigh. “I don’t hear you.” He looks up at you, waiting for you to say something, anything.
“I—It’s just that I-” Stack spreads your legs further, prompting you to lean back on to your elbows. He digs his nose onto the damp spot of your panties, groaning at your scent. Your breathing picks up, hands already gripping onto the sheets and body slightly trembling.
“Mm, so fucking sensitive.” He places a kiss to your covered mound before gripping the sides of your underwear and pulling them down your legs. “I don’t hear you talking.”
You whimpered at the heat of his face so close to where you needed him the most. “Elias” You softly begged.
“Nah, none of that. I ain’t moving till you speak.”
You groan, laying your body down fully as your eyes stare up at the ceiling. “I just… I really wanted cupcakes and you promised me you’d make them with me—” Stack dug his face in your drenched pussy, tongue flattening on your clit before pulling back. A moan stops you mid sentence, eyes drifting down to him as you watch him spit. His fingers mix it with your essence before slowly pushing into your tight hole.
“Eliiiasssss” Your back arches, small belly bump covering the way he leans in and wraps his lips around your aching clit.
“I ain’t tell you to stop, did I?” His fingers curl inside of you, moving faster as his tongue continuously laps up your juices. “Talk to me. I’m listening.”
“F-Fuck!” Your moans mixed into whimpers, already feeling the coil forming in your stomach. “Don’t stop.” You gasped, eyes rolled to back of your head while Stack feasted on you.
He smacked the inside of your thigh with his free hand. “Keep talking or ima stop.” You felt him slow down, face slowly pulling back just as you were about to cum.
“Fuuuuckk, okay okayyy. I just, I needed you here—” Stack hummed in satisfaction, fingers continuing to slowly pump in and out of you while he watched you try not to fall apart. “A—And you were gone for a long time—” You couldn’t stop whimpering, pregnancy making you extra sensitive to his touch.
“Mhm and what else, mama?”
You squirmed, full body trembling from the feel of his fingers reaching deep inside of you as he slightly picked up his pace. “Eliasss fuucckkkk.”
“Keep going, you doing good, baby.” He placed kisses to your clit, holding you right at the edge of that breaking point.
“Fuccckkkk, I just needed you here. I needed your attention— I just wanted you, daddy.” You sounded so sultry, voice high and full of moans.
“Yeah? That’s all it was?” Stack puckered his lips around your clit again and let his tongue play with it. You cried out, hands reaching out to grab his head while your hips frantically moved up and down his face.
“Yes! Yes! That was all, daddy. I swear!” It didn’t take much for the restraint to snap, your juices decorated Stacks face and your body twisted and turned as if trying to find a place to store the pleasure you were feeling.
“You so fucking wet, my god.” Stack moaned as he sucked and licked every drop from you. He stood to his full height, hands immediately reaching for his shirt and removing it. Next was his pants, thrown to the side along with his boxers. You moaned at the sight of him, tattoos tracing his front and back, including your name right along the side of his neck.
Stack grabbed your body and turned you to the side, then laid right behind you. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you to his chest while the other one gripped your leg, lifting it high enough for your knee to reach his shoulder. “This what you wanted, right?” You felt the head of his dick nudge your folds, drenching it in your essence. The sound was obscene. There was no denying how badly you needed him.
“Yessssss.” You arched back onto him.
“Ga head, take it. Take what you want.”
Your trembling hand reached down and grabbed his dick, slowly pushing it inside of you. Stack groaned, burying his face in your neck as he slowly moved his hips.
Moans escaped your open mouth as you felt the stretch from the pure girth he carried. “Oh my god.” You cried out as he bottomed out, his full length deep inside of you while you clawed at his arm and the sheets. “Fuck!”
“Mhmm, take it, take that shit baby.” He sped up his pace. Thrusting in and out of you while you cried out every time he kissed your cervix.
“S—so big, papa!” You whined, already feeling the way your stomach was tightening again.
“I know baby, I know. But you can take it right? Look how good you’re doing. Taking all this big dick.” He grabbed your face and turned it to his. Your lips met in a slow dance that contrasted with the way he was fucking you. You couldn’t stop moaning into his mouth, your face forming a small pout.
“Don’t look at me like that. You wanted this right? Take it. Just like that.” His voice was like silk against your ears. Your hand weakly grabbed onto his arm as you squirted with every thrust.
“Eliaaaassssss!”
“Mhmmm, give it to me. Give me all that shit. Nut all on your dick, baby.”
Your body shook and bent against him but he wouldn’t dare stop. You were nothing but gasps and whimpers, trying your best to come down from the intense high you just experienced.
Stack pressed your lips together again, tongue sneaking its way into your mouth. “Open.” He spit into your mouth the second you followed his order. Hips still digging into you.
He slowed down and shifted so that he’d be able to deepen his strokes. You sobbed into his neck, your French tips pressing crescent moons on his thigh. His other hand rubbed your small but plump belly. “Cum for me again. Do it. Let me see you break.”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your juices sprayed out of you, another orgasm ripping through your body without permission.
“Drown me just like that. Keep going, don’t fucking stop.” His lips were right by your ear, you heard every small groan, every breath and whisper that he tried to hide.
“Okaaayyyy.” You whined, feeling completely out of your own body.
You couldn’t stop squirting, all you could was sob and try your hardest to gain some type of control of the situation but your body was overstimulated and done for. Stack didn’t care though, he kept going. Dick sliding in and out of you with a wet splat each time he went all the way in.
“Good girl, mama. You gon let me ruin you like this, huh?” His strokes slowed down, you felt each inch of his thick cock trying to tear you apart.
“I— I can’t.” Your tears fell in waterfalls, short breaths turned into gasps as he continued to abuse your already swollen folds.
“Yes you can. Come on, give me one more. You can do that for me, right?”
“I caaaannnt. Elias, I can’t, fuck. I can’t.” Your toes curled and your body hadn’t stopped trembling since he started. You cried out over and over again as you reached a state of what felt like hysteria. He felt so good but you could barely breathe and were practically drooling. Your eyes kept rolling to the back of your head and your juices drenched the mattress beneath you.
Stack reached his hand down and pressed a two fingers to your clit. Your jaw dropped, hand reaching back to lightly slap his chest over and over again, as he rubbed your nub in circles. Screams echoed throughout the room as your body practically convulsed.
“There she go. That’s exactly where I want you. Just like that, baby. Stay just like that while I ruin you.” Your walls fluttered around his length, another orgasm threatening to destroy you. “Breathe. Let me hear you.”
You took a deep breath, eyes squeezing shut while you sobbed. “I love your dick, daddy. I love it so much!” You cried out loud.
“Yea? This why yo ass pregnant now. Nasty ass girl.”
“Keep fucking me, please! You feel so good inside my pussy. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
He moaned against your ear, hips stuttering from trying to hold himself back. “Look at you. Dumb off of dick. They don’t even know how you get. Tryna act all innocent for them people—If only they fucking knew.” He sped up, hand lifting your leg higher to reach parts of you, you didn’t even know could be touched. “You love me, hm? Tell me you love me. Tell me I’m the only nigga that could ruin you like this.”
“I love you! I love you! I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum, Elias. Oh my god!” The hand on your clit sped up to match his thrusts.
“Say it. Tell me this mine. Tell me I own you.” His strokes were brutal, all that was heard was the slapping of his skin against yours and the mess you were currently making. “This my pussy, my body, my nut. All of it. Mine. You hear me? I own you, baby. All of you.”
“Yes! It’s yours. All yours! Fuck!” Your body snapped, shaking profusely as your cum flowed out of you. Stack whimpered, his thighs trembling as he filled you with his seed.
“Oh fucckkkk” he moaned against your shoulder, pressing kisses to your damp skin, trying his best to calm down. He slowed his movements, letting the both of you ride out the orgasm.
You twitched against him, slumped over in a state of absolute bliss. Stack kissed you all over, hands rubbing your sides to calm you down.
Your eyes opened slowly, looking around as if you couldn’t believe that just happened. It felt like you had an out of body experience.
The vanity that sat right in front you, had your phone propped up and facing the both of you. Your eyes widen as you gasp.
Stack followed your eyesight, he chuckled slightly before getting up. Grabbing your phone, he pointed it right at your exhausted figure.
“Thought I’d keep this for memory as a reminder of what happens when you try to play with me.” You bit your lip, stomach turning in a way that it shouldn’t have been after all that. But the thought of having a video of the two of you having sex, saved into your phone where you could watch whenever, caused a fire to burn deep within you.
“Come on, baby. Show the camera the mess we made.” A smirk played on your lips as you turn over. Back arched and chest pressed onto the bed, you reach back and open your folds with two fingers. Stack groans, moving the camera closer to catch the way his nut slides out of you.
“Perfect.” He moaned before turning it off and lightly spanked your ass.
“Let’s get you cleaned up before you get me started again.” You giggle as he picks you up bridal style and heads to the bathroom.
robby gives his email to an MS1 who seems promising. he never thought that student would turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to him. 12k words, smut warning, sorry not sorry, i love this fic.
Robby had a husband he didn't like talking about.
Ok, that sounded wrong. He loved talking about him. He talked about him to Abbot when they were getting drinks on their day off, he mentioned him at the grocery store when the cashier was doing the fake small talk about the ingredients he was buying, and he brought up his concerns at the vet when he was the one taking the cat in for check-ups. Janey even knew about him and he was going to tell Jake soon. But he didn't talk about him at work.
He wore a ring on the same chain as his Star of David, so it wasn't even like he was hiding. It was almost concerning the lack of observational skills his department had because it had been a year and it didn't seem like anyone had noticed anything. Robby started bringing meal-prepped lunches for God's sake. If that didn't scream ‘I moved in with someone that cares about me,’ then he didn’t know what did.
Robby didn't talk about his husband because there were some... judgment-worthy aspects of their relationship. Robby had gotten over the initial hangups he had about everything, but he knew his coworkers; he knew the way gossip went through hospitals like MRSA.
Robby was 25 years older than his husband. And most days, he was fine with that. In fact, he probably liked it more than any well-adjusted man would. His arrested development didn't seem to cause such an issue in this relationship for the first time ever in his adult life.
He also met the kid when he was lecturing his MS1 cohort, but Robby actually didn't really talk about that.
Post-COVID, Robby was a little lost. He never thought he would ascend to Chief of Emergency Medicine at such a young age. He thought he would know enough to save someone as important as Adamson was to him.
Robby threw himself into his job and Gloria wanted him to participate in research, so he got together with a large university to put his staff into the research pool of a study on the long-term effects of the pandemic on healthcare workers. It was self-reported but anonymous and voluntary, so Robby was hopeful people weren’t bullshitting him.
Somewhere in between all of the chaos of stitching the ER back together and everything becoming normal somehow, he had become an advocate of sorts for mental health support for emergency staff. It was ironic because Robby was basically a suicide risk and refused to talk about it with anyone, but maybe he could help himself by helping others.
Robby started his stupid seminars shortly after. He knew enough professors and sometimes universities even reached out to him to speak to their students.
Robby’s life changed at a voluntary seminar, not even for extra credit. Between professional ethics, embryology, and pharmacology 1, people didn’t really give a shit about it. But Dennis did. He switched his major because of the pandemic. He wanted to help because of everything people like Robby did.
Only four people showed up and Robby brought enough cookies for at least a dozen (he usually offered free food at these things, remembering being dirt poor). Robby wasn’t expecting a rager, but it was frankly disappointing, the lack of curiosity for the practicalities of practicing medicine.
But Dennis was in the front row, writing down the resources Robby highlighted, doing the breathing techniques with him. Nibbling on the cookies Robby made from his bubbe’s recipe. Still freckled from the summer, too scared to ask questions in front of the few people there.
He had gathered up the courage to approach Robby afterwards, though. Told Robby he admired him.
“I just really respect all of the work you guys did, even when we knew nothing about the virus and its long-term effects. I-um, you’re kinda incredible for getting through it, honestly.” The student, Dennis, awkwardly chuckled and held onto his beat-up backpack. Man, this kid is so sincere, Robby thought. Maybe he did get through it. Maybe he was on the other side of it all. Dennis seemed to think so.
Robby cleared his throat, not used to this type of earnestness outside of the ED. “I actually really appreciate that.” Robby reached into his bag for a business card. He didn't really even think about it at the time. “My email is on that. Feel free to ask me any questions you have about rotations or specialties. Or the study. Or really anything about coping with this career.” Robby made a flicker of eye contact before he went back to packing his bag again. They were the only ones left in the auditorium and it made their conversation seem so loud. Almost important.
“Thank you. I really appreciate you coming out on your night off.” Dennis looked around at the empty auditorium, “Even if my classmates weren't smart enough to take advantage of the opportunity.”
Robby huffed out a polite laugh. The joke wasn't even really a joke but Robby appreciated the pleasantry. It felt civilized in a way that a lot of his interactions couldn’t be. Not rushed or stand-offish. Easy. “I’m serious, you should email me if you ever want to talk about anything medical. I’m always up for some mentorship.”
“I’ll do that, Dr. Robinavitch.”
“Please, just call me Robby, especially if you're going to email me.”
“Will do! I’ll let you pack up and head out.” Dennis walked up the stairs and before he got to the door, he called out, “Thank you, Dr. Robby.”
Robby chuckled at the respect he had in his voice. He didn’t really deserve it, but it felt nice all the same.
And what do you know, the preliminary findings of the year one summary of the longitudinal study came out and nobody else seemed to care except for the student who had followed up with Robby a couple of weeks after that seminar. They talked about the methodology and Robby’s responsibilities for impartial data collection. There were some interesting data points on relationships between healthcare workers and non-healthcare workers being strained compared to both partners being healthcare workers, who seemed to report no additional strain in a statistically significant way.
Of course, Robby responded. Interest in the kids’ classes and professors seemed to be just the kind thing to do. You listen to my boring intervals and I listen to your woes with genetics. Robby had been the one to open the door to personal lives when he told an unflattering story about Dennis’s least favorite professor, but really, Dr. Glover was in no position to chastise any student for being hungover.
Midterms ended and Dennis came back to the regular correspondence after dropping off from it and Robby felt a curious relief. He mentioned having to buckle down on a class to ace a final to keep his 4.0 and Robby stupidly invited him to meet for coffee to talk it through, arguing he would be a better study buddy than another student who was probably equally confused. Dennis foolishly agreed.
They talked a little about the class but Dennis wasn't as turned around as he seemed to think he was. He was smart and intuitive. He would be a good doctor. A small ego with a big brain.
Dennis was the one who said they should do it again in two weeks. Robby knows it's cliché to blame the younger partner for the relationship escalating but it's true. The day Dennis didn't have classes or a test happened to be a day Robby had a shift, so coffee was off the table. Robby suggested a 24-hour diner between the hospital and the university.
“They have great burgers,” he said after Dennis had gotten there and greeted him. This time, the student didn't even pretend to take out his textbooks before he started asking the attending about his shift. Robby was happy to talk about it with someone. He hadn't had someone to debrief the day with that wasn't a co-worker in a long time. Dennis was fun because he understood all the medical jargon. Also, because he was cute and sweet and funny. Robby begged himself not to go there.
Then he ordered a strawberry milkshake without a cherry and extra whipped cream and Robby somehow melted. It was incidental that it was his Bubbe’s order. She would call him a sap for thinking she sent him. Robby thought it anyway.
They scheduled another dinner at the diner for the same day the next week. Neither mentioned the fact that this was supposed to be bi-weekly. They both knew what it was when the waitress didn't offer to split the bill and just handed the check to Robby.
Dennis talked more on the next date. He came from a religious family in rural Nebraska. He was going to get a theology degree and go back to his home church but he found passion in a required chemistry class, of all places. Robby didn't mention the incredible fact that chemistry classes were often where people's dreams of medicine went to die.
“It just all made more sense. Instead of asking all these questions that you couldn't possibly know the answers to about stuff that happened 2,000 years ago, these questions were being answered in the present every day. It was more fulfilling than I thought it would be. Also, my professor was really good and told me that I could help people the way I wanted to and honor my own strengths. I think she knew I wasn’t doing it for myself, y’know?”
“She sounds awesome. I’m glad you switched. She’s right, you can help people with those same skills that would’ve made you a good pastor or whatever you would’ve been. I’m Jewish so I don’t really know the ins and outs of that stuff.”
Dennis laughed a little self-deprecatingly, “I don't even think I would’ve been that good of a pastor. Certainly not for the church I grew up in...” He was looking down at his milkshake that Robby could barely stomach glancing at. “I realized I was gay the first year of undergrad and turns out that's not really welcome in Broken Bow yet. And telling everyone that I wasn't going to be a pastor and was in fact going to be queer doctor was kinda a lot for them.”
There was something unspoken between them. Dennis didn’t say he was on his own now but Robby just somehow knew it. Fuck this kid's family.
“I think it's brave to know who you are and live that, even when it’s inconvenient.” Robby took a big breath, hoping he was reading this right, “I grew up during the AIDS crisis. I was coming into the field just as the stigma was barely starting to lessen. I remember when anti-retrovirals were first becoming available and it seemed like the world was opening up.” Robby looked down to swirl his coffee. “I was bisexual, I guess I still am, I don’t know why I put it that way. But it just seemed easier to date women. I married one. I don’t regret that, but I do regret not taking a part of myself seriously because I wasn’t brave enough to.”
“Are you still married? You don’t wear a ring.”
“I’m not.”
“Oh, ok, good.”
Robby looked up. “Good?”
“Not that you got divorced, just...” Dennis looked nervous again like that time he approached him after the lecture. “Um, forget I said that, I didn’t mean anything by it.” He forced a chuckle.
And damn this all to hell. Robby doesn't even believe in that but he might as well come to terms with going there.
“No, you meant something by it. And I don't mind it.”
Dennis was stirring his milkshake, just to have something to do. “You don’t?”
“I’m going to be really clear because this is a little ambiguous for my tastes.” Robby finally caught Dennis’s eye. “I think you’re intimating that you’re into me and I would like to say in the most respectful way a man in his forties can tell a twenty-something that I am interested in you in a way that is beyond professional curiosity, so...”
Denni’s eyes got a little wide, eyebrows shooting up. “Wow, I wasn't really expecting that.”
The non-response had Robby questioning his instincts, “Did I read that wrong?”
“No! I'm like ridiculously into you! That's embarrassing I just said that but I just didn't think it was reciprocated in any way.” He nervously smiled. He was blushing a little, too.
Robby grinned a little. “I’m pretty...infatuated...with you. I know it's a little weird because of the age gap but I think you’re smart and funny. I was kinda hoping you would bring it up first.”
“I was trying to, I didn't know how without knowing if you were into guys, though.”
“It’s not really something I have a ton of experience with but I’m hoping you’ll give me a shot.”
Dennis smiled back. “I’m more than willing to.”
It was blissful.
Dennis and him kept their standing date but they also spent weekend mornings walking around the city, trying out coffee shops and going into stores Robby never considered before. He had lived in Pittsburgh a long time but Dennis was helping him rediscover it all over again. Dennis helped him discover a lot of things.
Instead of spending late nights in the library, Dennis would come over to Robby’s townhouse. Dennis tried not to seem as impressed as he was after living in student accommodations with twenty-year-olds for so long. Robby tried not to betray how much he loved impressing the younger man by just being a competent adult. A participation trophy for living long enough, he supposed.
They didn't try anything for a long time, despite Dennis sleeping over probably once a week, but it turns out Dennis was just as inexperienced as Robby. He never quite got around to anything besides some makeouts and heavy petting between the stress of school and keeping his scholarships. Also, Dennis sheepishly admitted, he’s ‘just not that into college boys.’ And, God, is Robby happy about that.
When it does happen, after Dennis’s finals for his second semester had gone well, it’s more than either of them was expecting.
Robby was expecting fumbling, out-of-sync attempts to intensify. He should’ve known nothing with Dennis would be anything besides steady.
Dennis woke up in Robby’s bed after passing out post-homemade dinner. Robby’s sauce was to die for, apparently. Without the stress of classes, he was focusing on other things when his mind woke up. Focusing on how Robby’s breath was on the back of his neck, how the man was just so big, how his hand had pushed up his shirt in his sleep to touch his solar plexus. And, yeah, Dennis was a sexually repressed 24-year-old; he was getting hard in Robby’s boxers that he had taken as his however long ago.
He tried to stay still about it. Hoping it would go away because he didn’t want to pressure the older man into anything. He had waited this long and was more than willing to wait longer if it meant Robby was ready. He knew he had reservations about a lot of things. The age gap, Dennis being a student, Dennis being a man, even if Robby wouldn’t ever say that out loud. Dennis wasn't offended by any of it. He knew how Robby grew up; he understood the man so deeply that it was hard to think anything uncharitable about him.
And his high opinion of the man he was wearing as a backpack was not helping his situation at all. The more he thought about how much he respected him, maybe loved him, even if that was scary to admit, the more his erection became unbearable.
Robby naturally woke up early and he and Dennis fell asleep early last night. Dennis needed the sleep, and Robby liked being there when he drifted off. It was an intimacy he hadn't had the pleasure of sharing with someone for years. So when he woke up and the golden light was coming through his sheer curtains, he squeezed Dennis into him. He just liked the man so much. Loved, the voice in his head said.
Robbys hand went to the man's lower stomach to get as much contact as possible and Dennis made this noise. Somewhere between a huff and a whine. As soon as it came out, he shoved his face into the pillow underneath him and said, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”
His ears were burning with an embarrassed flush and it took a second for Robby’s brain to go online enough to realize the predicament. He laughed a little into the back of the man's neck. “What’s going on over there?”
“I just woke up and was already keyed up. I can just ignore it, though, we don't have to do anything about it.”
“Do you want to ignore it?’ It was said in an amused but serious way.
Dennis thought for a second, waiting for the hesitation to come. He had his own hang-ups around intimacy. Mainly surrounding insecurities about his body or inexperience. But the bad feelings just didn’t come. Dennis knew Robby. Knew the man was kind deep down, no matter how many bad things tried to threaten that. He knew he was safe in his arms. There were no reasons not to. He could only think of pros, no cons.
“No, I don't really want to ignore it, but I would rather you be comfortable.”
“Well, I’m very comfortable with doing something about it.” Dennis was practically panting. Robby’s thumb on his stomach started moving back and forth, which would be comforting if he hadn't been aroused for who knows how long. “Ok?”
“Ok, yeah. I really want to.” His voice was already all breathy. This was not going to take long.
That made Robby feel so good. He wasn't any more experienced with men, but he was very comfortable being in control. “You are going to have to turn over and look at me, though.”
Dennis’s stomach swooped at the easy teasing tone. He took a big breath to brace himself but he wasn't prepared for what he saw when he turned around. Robby’s beard was not laid down like it usually was when he up properly. He had bed head, and his breath was probably stale, but Dennis was grossly attracted to him so he never smelled bad to him. His eyes were the truly changed part. They were lustful and discerning. Absorbing all the details of Dennis’s body and face. Cataloguing for a response.
Robby looked at Dennis’s slightly embarrassed but desperate state and asked, “Ok?”
“Yes! I just don’t really know what to do.” Dennis was so good at being honest.
Robby gave him an encouraging smile and moved his hand to hold Dennis’s. “I don’t really know what I’m doing either. We aren't going to go all the way or anything, but I think I’d like to get my mouth on you if that sounds good.”
Why did he say that so nicely? Like offering to give his car a jump or something.
Dennis opened his mouth a little and nodded dumbly. Robby did that teasing chuckle thing that Dennis was equally humiliated and turned on by. They would have to visit that later.
“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry,” Robby promised. And Dennis believed him.
Robby started by kissing his mouth, not too differently from how he usually would. Maybe a little more insistent and...wet. But then he moved to kissing his cheek and his neck and his earlobe. Then he pushed Dennis’s shoulder that wasn't on the bed down until he was on his back and repeated with the other side, but this time he sucked. Dennis was moaning now; he thought he would be able to hold it back, at least for this part, but Robby had never done this before with this intensity. His hands were rucking up Dennis’s shirt (it was Robby’s but that was irrelevant). They were warm and big but so gentle. Robby pulled back a little to check in with the younger man but he could only see pleasure on his face so he continued.
Dennis was breathing heavily and when Robby was kissing his chest, he started breathing even heavier. Robby slid the man's shirt off him. “You’re incredible.” He had muscle tone from doing manual labor growing up and Robby loved it.
Dennis tried to talk but Robby moved his face down and licked one of his nipples and he forgot what he was even going to say. Dennis had never even touched that part of himself in that way ever but he guessed he liked it a lot? Dennis was making noises he'd rather not think about but Robby was just too good to him.
Robby’s hand went to that lower part of his stomach. The part he touched this morning that kick-started all of this. He stopped kissing, licking, and sucking, and looked at Dennis. Letting him clear his head for a second before asking, “Is it good if I touch you here?” The older man’s hand was hovering above Dennis’s bulge.
“Yes! Absolutely, please?” Robby just grinned and Dennis knew he was so fucked.
He did it over the boxers first, mostly just cupping him. It was so intense already, Dennis wondered what his mouth was going to feel like.
Then, Robby sort of grinded or rubbed his hand, Dennis couldn’t decide because his brain was kinda slipping out of his ears or something.
Robby pulled the boxers down a little after Dennis reacted so well. “I’m going to get you out of these and touch you for real.”
And Dennis was so gone that he said, “Thank you.” He was just polite to the core, Robby guessed. It was so cute and sweet, also hot. Robby moaned a little, grinding down a little into the side of Dennis’s hip. Dennis was happy that Robby seemed to be enjoying this too.
Dennis moved his legs to get them all the way off until he was naked. Robby took a second to take his shirt off to keep it even and Robby shirtless was always so distracting to Dennis. He had strong pecs and arms and hair. He was such a man and Dennis didn't know if he had ever been more attracted to anything. Real or imagined.
Robby was kissing down Dennis’s chest, down to his stomach and he moved his hand from the younger man's muscular thighs to the place he wanted it most. Dennis was unprepared for how overwhelming the feeling of someone else's touch was after all this buildup. He moaned loudly enough that Robby was thankful for the thick brick between him and his neighbors. He stroked him a couple of times, just to get him fully ready for what Robby had been thinking about for longer than he’d like to admit.
He moved his lips from Dennis’s stomach and had them hover over his pubic bone, eyes looking up for effect, yes, but also consent. Robby would never want to take something Dennis wasn’t offering. Dennis was already watching and nodded at the nonverbal question. That was really all Robby needed.
He put his tongue out to taste it. He was curious after all this time. It was kind of salty but mostly neutral. Dennis had showered before bed last night. He smelled like Robby’s soap, which did something to the older man. Robby felt like a horny teenager.
Dennis couldn’t look at Robby anymore if he wanted this to take the amount of time it probably should. But not looking meant being surprised when Robby started licking wide, wet strokes of his tongue. Dennis was gasping but that was better than yelling so he would take it. Dennis put one hand in Robby’s hair for moral support and couldn't resist looking back down again. If it went fast, it went fast. This certainly wouldn’t be the last time this was happening.
He looked down in time to see Robby put his tip in his mouth and hollow out his cheeks and that got Dennis moaning loud again. He was fighting not to arch off the bed and do something very rude.
Robby wasn't prepared to deep throat the guy or anything, but he didn't think he would have to. This seemed to be enough, possibly too much for him. A sick part of Robby loved how overwhelmed he was. How he was writhing and biting his lips to keep from being too loud. It made him suck harder and add his hand to the part below his lips. Then he moved his mouth up and down in conjunction with his hand. His other hand went on Dennis’s hip when it became apparent the man was going to be unable to hold back from thrusting without a little help. The hand stilling him ratched up the passion for both of them. Dennis pulled his hair accidentally, Robby grunted a little and it sent a current up Dennis’s whole body.
Before long, Dennis pulled a little more on Robby’s hair and whined, “I’m going to come.” He put his head back on the pillow. “I-It’s going to happen in your mouth if you don't pull off.” Robby doubled down on his pace. That and the thought of finishing in his mouth is what did Dennis in, truly. He was no match for that. He had honestly lasted longer than he could have hoped for.
Dennis' toes flexed then curled. He put both hands in Robby’s hair and closed his eyes. One day he’ll keep them open to watch this part.
And Robby kept his mouth there and kept sucking. He swallowed what Dennis gave him, not liking the taste as much as he liked the feeling of Dennis coming undone in his mouth. It went on for longer than what Robby was used to and he was almost jealous of the intensity. But also proud to have treated his boy so well.
He released him when Dennis let go of his hair and started whining again. Some day, Robby would fully take advantage of sharing a bed with a twenty-four-year-old but today was not that day.
The older man went back to his place on his side by Dennis. Giving him little pecks on his cheek and neck as he came down a little. Dennis was panting like he ran here from campus so it took a second for him to calm down.
“So, I’m guessing you liked it?”
Dennis opened one eye to glare but it was not effective when he was still red and out of breath. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t, you love me.” It kinda just slipped out. A natural response that would not have been even worth paying attention to in any other situation except for this.
Robby was about to apologize for bringing it up when Dennis said, “I do.” He had a kinda dopey smile. One that could be explained by the earth-shattering orgasm if it wasn't the one Robby had seen on him when he had him try the sauce for seasoning or when he massaged his shoulders after studying for too long. The smile with the crinkled eyes he's been seeing for a long time. The one Robby now wears, too.
“You do?” Robby knew but it was still a little unbelievable.
“Yeah, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Yay, we love each other!”
Robby laughed a little to keep from tearing up. This man meant so much to him in ways he couldn't even fathom.
“We do.” They looked at each other for another moment before Dennis saw that lust come back to Robby’s face.
He found the strength and coordination to go back to lying on his side. The younger man pressed his body, head to toe, to Robby, feeling that he was still hard. “Can I help you out with that?”
“You don’t have to. Watching you was enough.”
“I want to. I want you to feel good too.” The little minx tilted his chin towards his chest to somehow still look up at Robby through his eyelashes, even though they were lying face-to-face. “I want to make you feel good.” Dennis’s hand started caressing his waist and chest. Just touching aimlessly and if it were anyone else, it would just be intimate but with Dennis, it felt sensual.
They were kissing again. But this time they loved each other. Out loud. It was different, somehow.
“Oh, Denny.” Robby moaned between interlockings.
“Denny?”
“Shut up.” He muttered.
Dennis, now the one with the teasing laugh, “I’m trying to but you're making up nicknames for me.”
Robby didn’t think it would be like this. Didn’t know it could feel like this. Like he could hold someone while feeling held himself. Dennis may be younger but it felt like Robby’s life was starting right here.
Dennis’s hand skimmed down his body in a way that made him shiver. He twirled the patch of hair on his lower belly a little before reaching into Robby’s Pirates’ sweatpants.
He just held him for a moment, memorizing, but it felt like taunting to the older man. He hadn't wanted to rush something like this in a while. Hadn’t wanted to take his time with someone either. The warring impulses were debated by both his body and brain. Both wanting to prolong and delay for equally good reasons. Robby let the younger man decide for him. Taking what was given.
Robby resumed their kiss. Dennis started pumping after a second. He was dripping already so there was little resistance. He breathed out, long and steady. God, what was this kid doing to him? Hands had no right to feel this good. This lewd.
Dennis had little finesse, it was fine, though. Robby couldn’t imagine how he would act if Dennis were even better at this than he already was. The feeling of a simple jerk off was already almost too much. Robby had been hard ever since that noise Dennis made and the emotional component of the ‘I love you’ had Robby nearly dazed. Robby understood now that, in the back of his mind, he thought he would never find this again. Thought this part of him was locked away. Thought he fucked up enough to not deserve something like this ever again. Someone like Dennis, who was attractive, loyal, and tender. Robby didn’t know who he saved to put this kind of luck onto him, but he was thankful for it, nevertheless.
Robby was the one panting now. Their foreheads were touching, just sharing each other's air. They looked into each other’s eyes, deep understanding and attraction flowing freely.
Robby didn’t say anything, didn’t feel like he had to. His breath started to hitch and he was grunting and gasping. His release came suddenly; Dennis didn't even take him out of his pants properly. Robby put his face in Dennis’s neck, not hiding, though. Never hiding from Dennis. Basking. Holding. Loving.
They stayed there a moment, until Robby was properly soft. Feeling the large expanses of skin pressed against each other.
“You should call me Michael.”
Dennis giggled like it was a silly statement. “Why? Nobody calls you that.”
“Exactly. Only you should call me that.” Robby kissed his neck softly. “Not all the time but I think it would be nice. Nobody’s called me that for a while.” Not since the last of his family had passed.
Dennis recognized it for what it was. A declaration of love. A loaded gun handed to him that both of them knew he would never use. “Yeah, Michael’s good.” Dennis tucked his head under Robby’s chin.
After a while, the sweat stopped feeling good. “Shower?” Robby asked.
“Together? I’ve never done that before.” Dennis’s fingers were circling the stupid sun tattoo Robby had gotten when he was 20. The one he had been careful to put far up enough so that you couldn’t see it in scrubs. The one that only a couple of people knew about.
Robby selfishly loved that he was so many of Dennis’s firsts. “It’s nice, I’ll wash your hair.”
“Yeah, that sounds good.” It was.
Everything between them was good.
Dennis took two accelerated summer classes, a light load for a med student; he worked two days a week as a research assistant. He also studied for his USMLE. He didn’t exactly have the summer off, but it was still pretty restful, especially because he and Robby decided to just move in together.
Dennis was going to stay on campus over the summer in his regular accommodation arranged through the university. He had already paid for it out of his loans for the summer semester but he spent enough time at Robby’s that it just made more sense to keep all his shit over there. Robby also liked coming home to someone. It made him actually leave when he was supposed to instead of skulking around the building, hoping he would be needed before he had to go because he was crashing.
Robby liked planning weekly meals with Dennis. They ate out twice a week but shared cooking and cleaning evenly. Dennis made midwestern comfort food that filled Robby with warmth after harsh shifts and Robby made old-school European food. Growing up in Pittsburgh, Robby was used to pierogies and matzah ball soup, things Dennis had never tried until Robby. Dennis didn’t like borscht, but nobody’s perfect.
Summers were always busy in the ER; people were outside more. They were trying things they hadn't done in a year after sitting on a couch for months. It was usually a recipe for disaster. But no matter how disastrous a shift, Robby could come home to something simple.
Summer ended and fall came. Dennis became busier but he still made time for Robby. Robby had never felt like such a priority. Not since his grandmother.
The student loved having someone there to take over life when things got hard. When he had to study for so long that he forgot to eat and a sandwich magically appeared. Robby paired his socks because it was his least favorite thing to do in the world and he was nice like that.
They didn’t fight or get jealous or resentful. They talked honestly about insecurities and boundaries. Robby explained his PTSD. He didn’t like to call it that, but Dennis made the phrase seem less scary and final and more like a tool. Dennis had never seen a relationship like this. Full of compromise but neither settling. Forgiveness without strings attached or dangling swords. He liked to think that if his mother would just meet Robby, give him a chance, watch how they interacted, maybe she would understand why he chose this. Dennis cared less about that rejection, now, though. Robby was starting to feel like family in a way Dennis had never felt before.
Dennis finished the first semester of his second year. He was doing well, better than he ever expected himself to. It helped that he had the chief of emergency medicine in his ear. Dennis had his first Chanukkah. They shared their first Christmas. Robby didn't usually do much; it wasn't culturally relevant to him. In fact, he usually volunteered to work that day. He always thought people with families deserved the day off. It was better that he worked with the electric turkey carver injuries than someone else with people at home. He requested off that year, to the raised eyebrows of a few. Whatever, he didn’t have to explain himself.
It was a snowy night in January when Robby came home late. There was a pile-up with a semi. Black ice was his enemy. A whole family didn’t make it, nobody was wearing seatbelts and their bodies became projectiles. It was a shift that a previous iteration of Robby would probably have gone up to the roof about. Maybe would’ve gone to a bar for harder stuff than just beers in the park. Abbot was getting suspicious about Robby’s unusually steady mental health. He would have to introduce them before long. Dennis was just too important for nobody to know about.
Dennis’s classes were cancelled, the snow was bad enough that the university didn’t want the liability of people walking on their sidewalks. He was making chicken noodle soup. The kind you start a couple of hours before, a whole chicken boiling with carrots, celery, onion, and the nice fresh herbs Robby liked to keep under a grow light in his spare bedroom. Dennis was starting to feel like a real adult, not a boy trying to play one.
Robby walked in an hour and a half later than he should’ve. Other partners he’s had would’ve been resentful. They cooked a nice meal and would’ve had to eat it alone. Not Dennis. He waited for him. He kept it warm on the stove for an hour and waited to boil the pasta. He was sympathetic because he knew Robby wouldn’t stay unless it was the worst day of someone's life. He had never been understood like that.
Robby didn’t even take off his winter coat before hugging him. Needing to find that solace he was worringly becoming dependent on. Needing people was hard because when you lost them, you were bereft. He didn’t want to lose Dennis.
“Marry me?” Robby asked without thinking. It should feel wrong or embarrassing but Robby was somehow sure and confident. He should have gotten down on one knee but he wanted to hug the man still.
Dennis was still holding him so nothing could be too terrible. “What did you say?” He knew he had heard it correctly but was giving him an out. So considerate but so not needed.
Robby reluctantly pulled back, keeping his hands on his shoulders.
“Marry me?” Dennis was a little stunned, not expecting this to go there. “I should’ve probably gotten you a ring and planned something, God knows you deserve it, but I want you. Forever. If you’ll have me. So...Marry me?” Robby felt hot, maybe from the flush or his coat being on inside. Maybe from just the abject warmth this man inspired within him.
Robby had snow melting off his shoulders from the short walk from his car to the kitchen. En Media Res. Dennis' fingers smelled like garlic and thyme. Robby smelled like hospital.
“Yes, absolutely.” He didn’t have to think about it at all. Dennis has lucked out. Hit a home run the first time he took up a bat. Now he just had to run through the bases he had already taken.
They kissed, closed mouths, then went back to holding each other. It wasn't really something they discussed before but they both knew the other was it. Why prolong the in between when they were both so sure?
“Do I get healthcare now?”
Robby laughed for the first time in hours. Dennis was his favorite person ever. “Yes, Denny, you can get health care now. Although you should’ve enrolled at the start of the semester like I told you.”
“I know, I just kept putting it off and then the window had closed.”
“Well, when we're married, I can be in charge of all that stuff and you can do whatever you want.”
Dennis gave him a private, soft smile, “We’re getting married!”
“I have to tell Abbot if we're getting married. Probably HR too, ugh.”
“Don’t say ugh about us getting married.”
“It was ugh about HR, maybe Gloria.”
“Man, what are we going to do about rotations? You're going to be, like, my boss.”
Robby hummed non-comitally. “We just have to get married soon, I guess. If we come into it with a pre-existing relationship, it’s less messy and we have more protection. Besides, you’ll be directly reporting to a resident most of the time anyway.”
“You just want to lock me down quick, be honest.”
Robby laughed again, “I do.”
Robby is in a suspiciously good mood for the next couple of shifts. He’d apparently gotten a cat? It was assumed to be a midlife crisis. He’d been in a suspiciously good mood the last couple of months, if anyone was honest. No one wanted to mess with the delicate balance of it all. No questions were allowed to throw off this new regulation he seemed to have found. He was eating lunch with vegetables! And drinking liquids besides coffee.
When it was a shift change with a hand-off to Abbot, Robby nodded towards the stairwell. An unspoken signal that meant ‘roof?’
Abbot got nervous, Robby hadn’t wanted to initiate a roof talk in a while. What could’ve gone down?
They took the elevator up to the highest floor they could, then took the utility stairs for the rest. Robby made sure to put the rock in between the door and the jam, not wanting to have to call someone to let them back in, which had happened twice before.
They went over to the railings; it was too cold to be up here for long in just the hoodies they both wore inside the hospital. Robby didn’t beat around the bush. “I’m engaged.” He had a goofy smile. Jack would undoubtedly tease him for it later.
Jack made an appraising sound, “Should’ve guessed. You’ve been too normal recently. I think I caught you humming on your way out a couple of weeks ago.” Yeah, that was probably true. “Who’s the lucky gal?”
Robby stopped smiling as big and looked out at the skyline. He wasn't ashamed but he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was something shocking. That he had been lying by omission this whole time. Abbot wasn't even like that, Robby knew, but it seemed big. “It’s actually not a girl. It's a guy.”
Abbot absorbed for a second and then did an annoying whistle. Why is this guy his best friend?
“Ok...Who’s the guy?”
Robby took a beat; the vulnerability was already making his hands sweat a little. “It's kinda complicated, he-he’s younger.”
“It’s not Langdon, is it? I thought he was married.”
“What? Why would it be Langdon?”
“Come on, he not your type or something?” Abbot could only ever take death seriously. Robby should’ve just told Dana. “How much younger, is he, like, 30?”
A wind gust blew and it cut through both their jackets. “No, he’s 24, he’ll be 25 next month.” Robby had been secretly planning a nice dinner with a real proposal. Rings and flowers, the whole nine yards.
“Ha, never struck you for a cradle robber but whatever works for you.”
That frustrated Robby. “It’s not like that. He’s smart and good for me. Better to me than anyone else ever has been.”
Sensing the defensiveness, Jack patted Robby’s arm that rested on the railing. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. This is a big deal, I’m glad you told me.”
Jack knew how to diffuse Robby, knew when he was taking it too far. “It’s Ok, I know how it looks.” Robby’s breath was visible. “I really like him, Jack. Love him. I’m done with pretending like he’s not the most important thing in my life.”
“...Wow. I didn’t think anything would ever become more important than this job. I’m happy for you.” Abbot started rubbing his palms together. “I’d love to stay out here freezing my balls off so you can wax poetic about your boyfriend but I have a shift to run. We good?”
Robby left the hospital after that. He drove that morning. He’s been driving in more recently. Not wanting or needing to waste time walking to decompress.
Dennis started his rotations. Family medicine was first. Dennis was finally getting a taste of the rest of his life. He loved it. Robby was deliriously happy for him. He had a couple of weeks in an elective psych rotation towards the end of the semester, where his soft voice and understanding really shone. Robby couldn’t be prouder.
His surgery rotation was next. At PTMC. He got a couple of weeks off and then he was going to spend 12 weeks there. Them working in the same hospital raised some questions between them. Mainly about what they should do with the HR situation.
“We should just get married while I’m out of school. You said that gives us protection, right?” Dennis grabbed the orange juice out of the refrigerator like he didn’t just plan a wedding.
Robby was burning eggs because of the suggestion. This is what Dennis must’ve felt when he proposed to him out of the blue. There was a warmth in Robby’s chest. They were equally antsy to be together forever.
“Are you sure? That's a big step.”
Dennis knew he was just asking for his benefit. Robby was obviously ready to go to the courthouse this afternoon.
Dennis didn’t have to think about it. He never had to think about whether he wanted to spend eternity with Robby. Even if he only liked the juice with no pulp. “Yes. Sure, I want to protect us both professionally but I also really want to be your husband.” The last part sounded so emphatic. The stable, sure tone was a far cry from the student who was afraid to approach him almost two years ago.
Screw the eggs. Robby turned around and went to the table where Dennis was. “I want to be your husband more than just about anything, Denny.” The openness was something Robby would’ve regretted two years ago. But there was never a vulnerability hangover with Dennis.
“I think Jack would kill us if he wasn't our witness.” The two laughed. They were always laughing about something. Together.
Turns out they didn’t even need a witness if they were just going to the courthouse. They went the next day but still invited Jack, who actually liked Dennis. More importantly, he liked who Robby was around Dennis. He made jokes about their age gap and how they got together but it was fine because he understood them. How they fit together in the ways all successful couples do. Jack remembers how that felt. The mutual gravitational pull you feel from the beginning when you're just that compatible with someone.
They had a short honeymoon in Tionesta, just three days, it was all Robby could swing with such short notice but Jack helped cover him. Robby used to come up here with his grandfather. He had a trailer with no running water or electricity. Robby liked the Airbnb Dennis found more.
Robby scheduled a meeting with Gloria and requested that an HR representative be present. Gloria was obviously befuddled by the request, usually having to accost the Doctor into conversations. She was just hoping he wasn't resigning for whatever reason. The ED needed him.
She welcomed him into her office and introduced the HR rep. “What would you like to talk about, Dr. Robinavitch? I hope everything is well.” As she was sitting down, Robby could tell she was nervous.
Robby was nervous too. “I-um-I need to update my personnel file. I recently got married and would like to change my emergency contact.”
Gloria looked a little too shocked. Like Robby finding a spouse was impossible. Whatever.
“Well, I’m very happy for you. I didn’t even know you were engaged.” She seemed a little confused. “I’m not sure we needed an in-person meeting for this, though. You can update that information in the employee portal.” Subtly saying, why would you waste my time on this?
Robby, always a fan of ripping the band-aid off, replied with, “My spouse is a medical student with an incoming rotation at the hospital. Surgery, actually. I figured I should disclose the relationship in case there was any overlap.”
The HR rep, Hannah, stopped writing her notes for a moment. Robby knew what she was thinking.
Gloria also paused for a moment. “This is a little...unusual, I’m sure you know.” Gloria looked up, as if trying to recall whatever policy the hospital had.
“We met outside of work,” kinda, “and I have fulfilled my obligation by disclosing the relationship to the hospital. My spouse will disclose it to the school. I will recuse myself from any evaluations when the emergency rotation comes around here in the next year and I will make sure to remain professional on the floor. My staff doesn’t even know I’m in a relationship so it’s not like I’ll be showing any obvious favoritism.” Hannah made note of the supposed plan.
“You’ve thought this all out, it seems.”
“It’s important to us that our reputations remain respectable and I wouldn’t want people to think there was any funny business.”
“Well, of course, your wife is welcome in this hospital. I will have to consult with the head of HR and our counsel before I can make any promises about her being able to work the same shifts as you. She may have to take nights under Shen or Abbot, depending on the level of supervision you're determined to have over her.”
Here we go. Robby didn’t want to do the whole coming out thing but he wasn’t ashamed of anything. “Not wife.” Gloria was back to the confused face. “I’m married to a man. My husband, Dennis Whitaker, is the one who will be doing the rotation.”
Hannah stopped writing for a moment again; she had a terrible poker face. Gloria was wide-eyed, a little unprofessional if Robby had anything to say about it.
“I apologize for the presumption. I hope you know that makes no difference in how we proceed.”
Robby smiled a little at his ability to throw her off. “I wasn’t expecting anything for being queer, Gloria. If that's all the information you required for my disclosure, then I’ll be on my way.”
Gloria gave him a polite smile. “Yep! I will have Hannah send you a summary of our conversation for posterity. You will have to state whether you agree or disagree that it was a correct summary of events. We will also send you a form that we request all employees who engage in romantic relationships to fill out, absolving the hospital of liability.”
“Great!” Robby stood up from the too-nice chair. A public hospital shouldn’t have office furniture this nice.“I’d appreciate it if this stayed between us; my staff doesn’t know I’m in a relationship and I’d rather keep it all separate for as long as possible.”
“Of course, this is all confidential and privileged. Let me walk you out.” They shook hands at the door and before he walked out of her reception area, Gloria called out a sincere “Congrats, doctor!” He was a pain in her ass but she wanted the man to be happy.
Robby didn’t really see Dennis at the hospital during his surgery rotation. He was mostly on scheduled surgeries and their day usually began at six AM, meaning Dennis was out the door before five on most days. Robby was finding out he was kind of a suck up and liked to be the type of student who was there first. Dennis liked it just fine; he wasn’t going to haul off and get a general surgery residency but he enjoyed helping people, no matter how boring the fifteenth lumpectomy is.
Dennis completed most of his core rotations. Obstetrics had been fun but Whitaker didn’t feel a connection to it. The last required rotation before he got to move onto more electives was emergency. The one he had been dreading and anticipating.
He thought that he would like the pace, the broad scope of it all, and new challenges every hour. He wanted to see Robby work. He had yet to see his brilliance in action. He wasn’t looking forward to having to pretend to meet his own husband. The date he started just made it all the harder. Dennis never got the privilege of meeting Robby’s mentor but he wished Dr. Adamson could see Robby now. An even-keeled man who was capable of taking care of others and himself. A man who had found someone who could take care of him, too.
Them being so steady didn’t mean Robby’s PTSD went away. There were days he felt stuck. Like he never left that room with the happy painted animals. Sometimes Dennis would find him staring into nothing and he always knew he was somewhere else in his head. Dennis used techniques he learned in a physical therapy module, where he guided Robby down and massaged his back and neck, then guided him through the breathing exercises Robby taught him that first time they met each other. It didn’t make the memories go away but it grounded the older man until he came back to his body a little more. At first, Robby had been embarrassed and ashamed by his symptoms but Dennis assured him it wasn’t a failure. He pushed through something horrific and that made him stronger, not weaker. If Dennis believed that, Robby would start trying to.
They left home together but Dennis let Robby run up ahead. He liked to show up a little early for the shift change. Catch Abbot for the rundown.
Robby was glad he did because Abbot needed some air and Robby wanted to be there for him. He felt bad that he got so wrapped up in his happy relationship that he started to pull back from his best friend. It wasn't intentional but it was just hard to invite him over for the game when Dennis’s stuff was everywhere. Robby didn’t want to go out as much anymore, either. Now that Jack knew, it was getting back to normal again.
They rode down the elevator together when Abbot felt a little better.
“The new interns and students start today.” It wasn’t something to smile about but Robby couldn’t help it. Dennis was starting his rotation today and it was exciting. “Don’t be so obvious. I bet you guys tell on yourselves before noon.”
“Not here.” Robby was self-conscious as they got to the center of the first floor. He wasn’t too confident in his ability to hide it either but it was just an eight-week rotation. They had both agreed that if Dennis matched somewhere in the PTMC, they would be public. Maybe they wouldn’t make a big announcement but they wouldn’t go out of their way to hide it. They would drive in together if their schedules aligned and find each other on their breaks if it wasn't too busy. They would be like all the other couples that worked there.
It was interesting for Dennis to finally have a setting for all the stories Robby tells. Faces to names. He was asking questions he knew the answers to just to seem like an uninitiated student. It was time for rounds and the chaos became real.
There were almost immediately two traumas admitted. It moved faster than Dennis could have predicted and it made him feel unsure of himself. It was one thing to hear retellings and another to live it.
Langdon was funny; he could see why he was Robby’s go-to guy. They had a similar dry humor. Collins was complicated. Dennis knew that she and Robby were together for a little bit. Robby maintains that they were never compatible. It was more that he thought his life would turn out different and the idea of settling down with a beautiful, smart, female doctor seemed to be what he should have been doing at the time. Then the pandemic happened and you need a lot more than expectations to keep a relationship going when under that amount of stress. It was a little awkward between them because Collins was still a touch resentful of the way Robby pulled back before their relationship fully ended but it was firmly in the past for both of them. Robby knew he wasn’t good to her, especially now when he had Dennis to compare it to.
Javadi passing out was a harbinger of doom. Nobody was prepared for what the day would bring.
Dennis messed up a transfer in front of Robby, which was mildly humiliating. Robby was so over his head already that he could barely offer sympathy. He shouldn’t have worked this day, but he wanted to be there for his husband. Robby should’ve known he wouldn’t be of any help on the anniversary.
The student knew he was being perceived as an overwhelmed rube, which wasn’t that far off. Maybe he just got used to being around Robby as his husband, who was always so attentive and uplifting. He never thought about how he would feel personally when Robby treated him just as any other student. He wasn’t entitled to special privilege or concern, however. In fact, they had an obligation to avoid anything that could be seen as such.
He started to feel like he was finding a rhythm, starting to connect with patients. He and Robby even grabbed a small moment to talk about Mr. Milton. He was the only one not freaked out by the rats, which gave him a little bit of confidence. Robby and him chuckled about it across the room from each other. He thought his finger getting messed up was the worst thing that would happen that day.
Dennis lost his first patient. He had gotten through all his other rotations without facing that. It was hard to accept, even for someone who grew up on a farm, desensitized to death.
It was torture to watch Dennis helplessly code someone who was already gone. Robby couldn’t stick around and watch the whole thing. He was too busy and already too tempted to scoop him up in a hug and take him away from this place. Shift abandonment would surely have Gloria make good on her promise to fire him.
When Robby came back to check, Dennis was still doing compressions, and he finally had to call it. Robby went a little overboard with trying to reassure Whitaker that there was nothing he could have done differently. That it was just a tough break that could’ve happened to any of them.
“He liked Kentucky bourbon.”
“Good, me too.” Dennis already knew that.
“He seemed nice. He was married.” Dennis’s voice trailed off at that fact. And that made more sense. Dennis was seeing Robby in this patient. An older man who liked the same drink left a widow behind.
Kiara offered support that she knew no one would take her up on. They had their moment of silence before Robby dismissed them. The two of them hung back together. Robby tried to give the standard speech he gave to any struggling student or resident. He almost made it through the whole thing before the sad look in Dennis’s eyes just made him melt. He had to touch him. He wanted to make it all better but he couldn’t.
Dennis was aware this would be out of character for the Dr. Robby everyone here knew. The emotionally closed-off man who was only close with a select people he had known for years. He certainly wasn’t touchy with students he had known for two hours. Dennis gave him a look when he went for a second touch and then they fumbled their way out of the bay.
Robby knew it was ridiculous to add another task to Dana’s plate, but he had to ask her to watch out for Whitaker. He felt called out when Dana asked, “You think this kid has game?” Robby wanted to defend him, say he was brilliant, but he had no way of saying that without giving everything away.
Then Myrna called him fruit cake and it didn’t make him feel any less obvious about his gay relationship he was hiding.
Dennis’s first scrub change of the day came and went.
Dennis got pissed on and had to change again. He wasn't sure he even wanted to tell Robby about this at the end of the day.
Robby had to say goodbye to a father in the same room where he lost Adamson in.
Dennis got blood all over him from blister guy and had to change again. And Robby saw. Dennis needed to stop being attached to the idea of seeming attractive to his attending. That was a different man from his husband.
Except, his attending wouldn’t touch him nearly as much on his first day. Or take his notepad like he bought it (he did, but no one needed to know that).
Another change was needed. And Robby intubated in a really hot way. Dennis shouldn’t think that way, but he did.
Things progressed like that all day. There were moments Dennis felt like he was doing well, then other moments where he felt like he was floundering. He even got some applause for killing a rat and Robby looked so proud. Dennis was happy to take something off his plate, for once. He should’ve known something terrible would happen.
Pittfest. Active shooter. Jake. Poor Robby. Dana got assaulted? Where’s Langdon? Collins? Dennis didn’t even have time to do a check-in before Dr. Robby had to spring into motion. He was completely dissociating now, Dennis could tell, and was probably the only one who truly saw how bad it was. There was nothing either of them could do about it, though. Not here and certainly not now.
Abbot came in early, thank God. He accidentally patted Dennis on the shoulder, as if he knew him, but no one questioned the familiarity. There was too much going on to think of anything else. It blurs in the middle. Just a slog of blood and mistakes. It all feels meaningless but of too much weight. Dennis can’t think about his husband right now. Can’t watch as he breaks his own rules to save who he presumes is Jake’s girlfriend. He was going to tell Jake about them, finally, over basketball, but that wasn't going to happen soon. Dennis is just looking for a blanket when he finds Robby crumpled in the Pedes room. It was the worst he’d ever seen him.
Dennis closed the curtain the best he could, but with them going down to six inches above the floor, there was only so much coverage. Robby was praying in a voice Dennis had never heard, trying to hide his face from everyone but most of all Dennis. Dennis thought he was some ER bad ass and the veneer was crumbling.
Secrecy be damned, Dennis thought. He joined his husband on the floor.
“You have to go. They need you out there.” I need you to not see me like this went unspoken.
“We need you out there.” Dennis breathed for what felt like the first time in an hour and a half. “I need you out there, Michael.” They weren’t doctors here. Not attending and student. They were just two traumatized people who needed the other to keep going. “Ok, come on. Give me your hand.”
“I can’t, Denny.” Robby couldn’t even look at him. It was Dennis’s first day and he couldn’t save him. Couldn’t protect him from anything.
Dennis grabbed Robby’s shoulder. “You have to, because if you don’t, I’m fucked.” That made Robby look up, almost incredulous at the audacity to tell him that right now. Dennis stood up and gave Robby his hand, the one that had held his so many times. Robby latched onto it like he was a man drowning. Dennis helped him up with those gentle, strong hands of his. They lingered too long and Robby had to pull away. He needed to get his shit together and feeling safe enough to fall apart in Dennis’s arms would be a problem.
Dennis looked helplessly at Robby, like he was coding in front of him and couldn’t do anything. He got the message when Robby started doing his breathing techniques. He was working on it the best he could. He needed to be alone to put his mask back on. Dennis would let him fall apart later. “I’ll see you out there, Robby.”
Santos said something that made Dennis nervous about her seeing their exchange but who really cared? Nobody would listen to another rumor made up by her anyway.
Robby emerged and subtly let Whitaker know he was back. Whitaker would’ve noticed when he heard Robby yelling at Gloria. Maybe they’d be able to take that vacation after all.
Dr. Robby floated around the hospital until he was told there were no more victims coming in. He put on his hoodie to feel a little less exposed. Like he hadn’t broken down in front of the staff that was supposed to respect him after this.
Jesus, Robby had all these loose ends to tie up still. Janey...
“He’s kind of blaming me for not saving her.” Robby must look as broken as he feels because she grabs his hands for the first time in years. She says some things that don’t really penetrate and Robby can’t deal with it. He doesn’t need her comfort. Jake did. He has Dana lead her to Jake.
A kid has pneumonia. Measles. He has to call the county. Will this day never end?
Robby loses it. Again. This time in anger. Dennis shows up at just the right time. They can’t go somewhere private to talk, so Robby touches him in a way he hopes looks professional, fraternal at worst. There are some questions, but mostly sympathy. Dennis says a bible verse for the first time in a long time.
“My husband once told me that you learn to live with it, learn to accept it, and find balance if you can.”
Robby smiles a real smile. A private one he's not sure this hospital has ever seen. He stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep himself from collapsing into him. “He seems like a smart guy.”
“He’s the smartest guy I know. Strongest too. Sometimes he’s really stubborn, but I love him a lot.” I still believe in you, goes unsaid.
Dr. Robby has to rush in to fix another mess. He fucks up and brings a parent to the morgue to coax consent. He is an asshole.
Langdon is just another thorn in his side after being his favorite resident for so long. Another loss that just accumulates on this cursed day. He asked him not to report it and tried to make it all Ok for himself. Robby knew he was selfish, sometimes a bit arrogant, but he didn’t know it was to this extent.
“Someone saw you two in Pedes,” was Langdon's last card to play.
“What?”
“With Whitaker. A night shift nurse saw you two on the floor. Said it looked like-”
Robby approached Langdon aggressively. He nearly pushed his chest like they were at some bar and not doctors at a hospital. “Looked like what?” Robby dared him to say it. “Looked like what?” He asked louder. “This job will fuck you up if you let it. You. Let. It.” Robby’s simmering anger was pouring over. He needed to walk away before he copped an assault charge. Langdon looked like the litigious type.
“Yeah? I wasn’t the one holding my male student's hand in Pedes.” Robby had never heard his resident's voice like that. Desperate and mean.
“Fuck you, man.” It came out more hurt than he meant it. He never expected Langdon to be the one to go low about that first. He thought he would be someone who was happy for him. It turned out Langdon is the type of guy who’s only happy for other people if he’s doing better. Robby walked into the ER with his shoulders by his ears. He was looking for Dennis passively. When he doesn’t catch his eye, he feels bereft. People look to him to make decisions that he doesn’t have the bandwidth to make. He wants to go home. Or to the roof.
He tries to ask Dana if she heard anything about his breakdown. Or his inappropriate relationship with a med student, but she doesn’t give anything up.
Robby gives an emotional debrief. It felt hollow. He tried to get a handle on his emotions. Jake dismisses him one more time and it's more than he can sit there and take. He’s the one who tells Leah's parents. He wasn't as warm as he usually is but he feels like a sponge that just has too much liquid in it. He can’t pick anything else up. For the first time in a while, he wants to be alone. He goes up to the roof.
Abbot finds him first. Tries to talk him off the ledge. Distract him by teasing him.
“I broke, I shut down the moment everybody needed me the most.”
“For what? Forty seconds? Three minutes? Ten minutes? So fucking what? That is what happens when you're in a war and nothing makes sense.”
Robby turned around and put his elbows on the railing. “Dennis saw me. And I wasn’t very nice to him today. And I probably ruined it because I can never save anything!” He yelled the last part as he brought his fist down to hit the railing. It reverberated and shook with the force.
Abbot hadn’t seen Robby like this in a while. Not since he met Dennis. “Don’t do that to yourself. The kid’s gone on you. You couldn’t fuck that up if you tried.” He sounded so adamant. “He doesn’t need saving either. He lasted on his own for years while being pre-med, graduated from college, and got into med school, all without your help. He wants you. There’s a big difference between want and need.”
“He’s not going to want me after what he just saw. I choked. I’m not who he thought I was. I’m not who anybody thinks I am.” He huffed out a mean laugh.
Abbot, a romantic under it all, said, “I think you should let him speak for himself. I texted him that you were on the roof right before I came out here.” Abbot chuckled a little at his next thought, “My bet is he’s running up those stairs right now. I’ll go as far to say he couldn’t even wait for the elevators.”
Robby kept his head down. No one was coming to save him. Not like that. He wasn’t the guy that someone ran through a crowd for. He wasn’t the man who inspired that kind of devotion. He was the one who gave it until he was so pathetic you didn’t want it anymore.
But there Dennis was. Out of breath from the stairs. Still in his too-tight scrubs. Bereft. Searching for Robby when Robby had been so difficult all day.
Jack put his hand on Robby’s shoulder and said, “Go get your boy. I didn’t even give him instructions to get up here.”
Robby should’ve said goodbye to Abbot. Should’ve thanked him for keeping it all together when Robby couldn’t. But Robby had no words left besides, “Denny.”
“Let’s go home.” Robby walked over and leaned on him. His small frame had no business holding them both up, but it did. “Take me home, Michael.”
They didn’t care if people saw them walk out together after the day they had. Everything was so busy still, no one would even notice if they slipped out the patient entrance and walked off together. When they got a street away, they held hands. It was too close to the hospital but they couldn’t care less. They weren't going to waste time not holding each other because of the consequences, not on a night like tonight at least. Robby had always tried to be strong. Brave. Turns out he just needed someone to help. Someone like Dennis.
the response to the little blurb i posted about the thoughts I had on this was so amazing that i had to actually follow through. i was expecting something close to my usual 5k words that i usually end up at but this fic just had so much going for it. idk if i've ever had something flow out of me the way this did. thanks for all the support for this blog, i love this fandom lol.
wet rag men who… let’s you drag him around and does absolutely nothing about it because he can’t say no to you
wet rag men who… probably has a terrible back posture
wet rag men who… twitches in his pants when you walk past or even mutter a word to him
wet rag men who… does what hes told no questions asked but thats just in general…maybe
wet rag men who… cries when hes overstimulated—sobbing if you will.
wet rag men who… is overly appreciative and cant exactly wrap his head around the fact that YOU, a beautiful being, loves him
wet rag men who… even while dating, still hesitates to hold your hands or start a kiss first
wet rag men who… also cries when being both degraded and praised
wet rag men who… so awkward it hurts. A convo would barely make a start due to him having to stop and think about what to say—and even then itll still be ‘wrong’.
wet rag men who… when kissing you, doesnt know where to put his hands
wet rag men who… feels slightly out of place next to you, how the hell did he bag you? polar opposites
wet rag men who… secretly takes pride in standing next to you most times. he wouldn’t want it any other way
It was always obvious that your boyfriend was really good with kids. And kids were equally attracted to him as well.
Jeongin loved interacting with the tiny humans, letting them poke his deep dimple, play peek-a-boo with little babies or babysit toddlers. The man was a born father, his paternal instincts were strong and sharp.
You on the other hand were quite the opposite. You didn't hate kids of course, it's just they made you nervous. And their cries kind of annoyed you too as much you tried to hide it.
So what happens when he sees his girlfriend interact with a kid like you were always meant to be a mother?
"Oh god—Innie, I—" your moans tore out right as another slam knocked the air out of your lungs.
Jeongin had you folded in half, in the meanest of a mating press, your knees kissing your chest and him towering over you, rutting his thick cock into you in brutal thrusts.
"Yeah, that's right mama, ye feel me? Huh? Feel me right—there?"
Your nails clawed his shoulders, the stretch of him burning and blissful, every thrust punching sounds out of your throat that weren’t even words anymore. He kept you folded tight, pressing you deeper into the mattress, his hips snapping forward with merciless precision.
“Answer me, baby,” Jeongin growled, his pace not slowing down making you squeal and clench him tighter. “You feel me splitting you open, yeah? Taking it like you were made for me?”
Your head fell back, tears slipping from your lashes as you whined, “Yes—fuck, Innie, yes, I feel you—”
His smirk was dangerous, feral. He shifted just slightly, angling his cock so that every thrust ground against the tender spot deep inside you that made your legs shake violently. The wet slap of skin-on-skin echoed, obscene and loud, mixing with the filthy squelch of your arousal.
You sobbed out his name, clenching around him like your body itself was begging.
His hand slipped down, pressing over your lower belly, right where his cock was pistoning in and out.
“Ah fuck” he whispered, almost reverent, then groaned when you whimpered.
“That’s me, so deep inside you. I’m gonna fill you up until you can’t take it anymore. Gonna make sure it sticks.”
And he continued, drilling and abusing your slutty hole, tearing moan after moan, erratic scream after scream until you flooded around him and his cock throbbed fiercely, a volcanic eruption like release climbing up his spine.
"Fucckkk, oh shiittt," he growled harshly, thick ribbons of his hot cum gathering up inside you, he released so much that the white substance slid out the corners of your swollen cunt.
Your voice cracked in an attempt to word something when he pulled out with a filthy string of cum sticking from your pussy onto his swollen tip.
Both of you were breathless, hot and drenched in sweat.
Jeongin stood on his knees, strands of hair sticking on his damp forehead as he watched you biting his bottom lip, still spread wide, cum dripping out of you and down to the sheets.
A low tsk escaped lips as his calloused hands squeezed your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh, making you whine.
Two slender fingers scooped the sticky mixture, spreading it nastily over your puffy folds then circled your sensitive clit. You squirmed, still recovering from the aftermath but Jeongin had no plans on stopping.
"One more round okay, mama? Just one more f'me?"
He cooed, stroking your cheeks while his cock stood hard and proud against his abs. You tried to close your legs, only for him to yank it open with a smack to your thigh.
"Innie please—m'so full," you squirmed, eyes glassy, face flushed and hair in a tangled mess.
"I know baby, but your pussy is begging for me, see," he said, sliding two fingers into your soaked cunt. You gasped, eyes fluttering shut when he curled them just right making you moan erotically and clench without thinking.
He leaned down, brushing his lips over your heated cheeks, scissoring his digits faster, drenching his fingers with your mixed juices.
His mouth landed on yours as he withdrew his coated fingers, shifting your body as he positioned himself back between your legs. Your moans were muffled and swallowed with his bruising kisses as he pushed back into you again, this time sliding in without much resistance.
His hips moved, balls slapping against your skin, your fingers raking his hair to pull him back to find him fucking feral.
Pupils blown, jaw stiff, beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he drilled his way back into you.
"Gonna make you a mom, kay? Fuck, can't wait"—thrust—slam—"to see you full, swollen and leaking mmfh."
The words pouring out of his mouth was outright dirty, making you think how he looked like a softie in front of others but had an uncontrollable kink behind the closed doors.
“Yeah—mama, taking me so good,” Jeongin grunted, rutting into you with every ounce of desperation in his body. Your walls fluttered around him, wet and swollen from his pace, clinging to him like neither of you both wanted to let go.
His thrusts grew sloppy, hips snapping forward as the filth poured out of his mouth. “Gonna pump you full again—fuck—"
You gasped, body shaking, tears streaking your temples into your hair as the coil in your stomach finally snapped. You screamed his name, clenching so tight around his cock it made him choke out a guttural moan, his body collapsing over yours.
“Take it, take all of it,” he growled through clenched teeth, his hips jerking violently as he spilled into you, hot and thick, flooding you to the brim.
He didn’t stop, not right away, kept grinding his cock into your raw, overstimulated cunt as if he could mold you around his release, make sure it stayed.
By the time he finally stilled, his chest was heaving against yours, his lips brushing your temple. His hand smoothed down to your stomach, pressing over it reverently, still panting.
“We did it, mama. Fuck, I just know I did it. You’re mine. You’re gonna carry my baby.”
And he meant it.
~
A few months later...
The front door swung open, Jeongin finding you sitting on the couch. His face bloomed into the widest smile seeing you, eyes immediately falling to your belly.
He came over and knelt in front of you, his huge hand splaying over the swell, thumb stroking the curve of it with care.
"Hi baby," he whispered, voice soft but trembling with joy. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your bump, then another, before resting his cheek against you. “It’s dada. Can you hear me in there?”
Your heart melted at the sight, his dimples showing as he grinned at your belly like it held the whole universe.
When you threaded your fingers through his hair, he looked up at you, eyes glassy but sparkling. “I told you I’d fill you up, didn’t I?” he teased, dimples deepening as his hand rubbed gently over your bump.
You laughed, swatting at his shoulder. “God, you’re unbelievable.”
He chuckled along with you, pressing another kiss to your bump before coming up to sit next you, his hand never leaving it.
You rested your head against his shoulder, placing your hand on top of his on your belly and you knew, Jeongin was never more himself than he was right now.
TW: Established relationship, smut, AFAB!reader, grinding/dry humping, lots of biting, hickeys, p in v, breeding kink (kinda), shark mating season, soft!vox, possibly ooc!vox, a lot of words.
A/N: I kinda hate this but spent too long on it not to post it. Also… this has been in my inbox since January 😭- I’m so sorry to the person who requested this.
“Fuckkk…” Vox said, groaning and flopping down onto your charcoal leather couch.
He had just returned from a full day of work, and for a man with a TV for a head, he looked somewhat feverish. His screen had a small teal blush across it, showcasing the heat his body was radiating.
“Vince, what’s wrong?” You ask, rushing over to him the moment you heard the front door of your penthouse click closed.
Vox shifts uncomfortably on the couch, his body aching as his sharp eyes follow you as you enter the room. “Can you just…be quiet for a minute?”
“Vinny…” You sigh worriedly. The problem with your husband was that no matter how much he wanted to, he refused to rest for even a moment, especially during the work week. It was hard enough to get him to take the weekends off, so forcing him to stay home if he truly was sick—would be even harder.
“Don’t fucking Vinny me.” He groans, his hands clutching the sides of his screen harshly. “I don’t want to talk about it. It’s stupid and gross.” He turns his head, avoiding your gaze.
“Is it…?” You pause, the blue light from his screen hitting your face with an ethereal glow.
His face turns a bright blue at your direct question. “Shut up.” He tries to pull his hands away but your grip is firm and comforting. “Yes, okay? It’s fucking mating season.” Like many sinners in hell, Vox had always been forced to deal with seasonal ruts—despite being part TV—due to his ‘animalistic features’ as he liked to call them.
He was always ashamed to discuss it and most of the time would rather pretend that it didn’t exist. Most of the time, he would hide himself away at work to distract himself from those urges…
but this year was clearly much worse than the previous ones.
“Vince.” You groan, mentally facepalming. “Why didn’t you tell me? You know I can help-” He cuts you off with a harsh laugh, his eyes flashing with irritation and something else you can't quite place. "Help?” He chuckles darkly. “How exactly are you going to help me with this? Give me advice on how to fucking ignore it?" He pulls his hands from yours abruptly, standing up abruptly.
“I was thinking something more,” You pause, contemplating whether or not to say it.
Vox had already rebooted twice, would this really even help?
“Intimate.” Your words make him freeze mid-step, his back still turned to you. "Are you serious right now?" He turns slowly, looking at you with narrowed eyes.
“Hey!” You put your hands up in surrender. “Isn’t that what helps the does?” You wince, hoping he doesn’t start screaming at even the slightest mention of his ‘arch nemesis’’ species.
"That's different," Vox argues, running a hand over the edge of his screen. His eyes land back on you, softer this time. "Even if it did help, why the fuck would I let you-"
“Because I want to help you.” You reply, your words desperate. “We’ve been together for a while now,” You say, taking a step towards the tv-headed man. “And how bad can it be really?”
He swallows hard at your words, his eyes flicking down to your mouth before snapping back up to meet your gaze.
"It could be really fucking bad," Vox argues weakly, his body leaning slightly towards you without his consent. His gaze follows your movements as you approach him, your eyes filled with a determined twinkle.
You know this is a terrible idea, but you’d do anything to alleviate his pain.
“Well you’re the expert on sharks.” You say, allowing him to spill everything he knew. And he did.
He talked your ears off about the intricacies of a ‘shark’s mating season’ for almost half an hour before the pain in his groins got so bad he started wrapping his arms protectively around his lower stomach. It was almost comical to see the media overlord in a weak position like this.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He mutters, doubling over as a sharp pain hits him again. "This is the worst part." You rush to his side, placing a calming hand on his shoulder.
“Has this happened before?”
"Yeah," He grits out, his voice strained. "But never like this. I don't usually get this fucking uncomfortable.” He groans, shifting uncomfortably on the couch.
The two of you suddenly lock eyes. His pupils dilate as he meets your gaze, the implication hanging heavy in the air between you. Vox swallows hard, his throat bobbing with the motion. He stares at you, his face flushed and his pupils dilated.
Without another word, you both move towards each other, your lips crashing together in a desperate kiss. His hands immediately go to your waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss.
His hands slide down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist instinctively, feeling the hardness pressing against you through his pants. You groans into the kiss, cupping the sides of his screen gently, watching as the faint teal blush on his screen grows brighter.
“Jeez.” You smile, pulling away to catch your breath. He sure was eager, his hips moving in a rhythmic motion as his hands grip your thighs tightly, holding you in place as he seeks friction against his throbbing member. He breaks the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, the edges of his screen bumping against your chest.
Suddenly, Vox’s holographic teeth graze your shoulder. “Vox, what-?” You gasp as he leaves a trail of harsh bites along your collarbone.
Something else Vox had once told you that sharks do during their mating seasons is bite. A lot.
And he was no exception.
He marks you like a possessive dog, his teeth leaving small red welts along your neck and chest as he lays you down fully agains the plush exterior of his dark leather couch—almost too gentle for the state he’s in, with his body covering yours. He's straddling your hips, hands on your thighs again, spreading them wider.
Before you can comprehend where his hands are moving to, Vox rips your shirt in two, tossing it to the other side of the dark living room. He stares down at your exposed chest for a moment before he lunges forward, sucking one of your peaks into his mouth. “Vince!” You cry out, arching your back at the sudden sensation. He groans around your peaks, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub before switching to the other side.
He continues to suck and bite at your chest, leaving more marks. His hands roam over your body, squeezing and kneading your flesh. He moves unpredictably. One moment his hands cut your face, the next they’re on your neck. Eventually, he sits up, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head.
With your arms restrained, Vox begins to kiss and bite down your chest, his path leading to your stomach. His eyes meet yours, a fierce and hungry gaze staring back at you as he reaches the waistband of your pants.
“Relax for me, doll.” The overlord practically coos. A gentle smile fills his blue screen.
Without warning, Vox tears your pants off in one swift motion, leaving you completely exposed to him. He stares down at you, releasing your wrists to grab your thighs, spreading them wide open before burying two of his clawed fingers between them.
You scream his name, pleasure overtaking you.
He starts fingering you roughly, his fingers curling upward to hit that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. He watches you with a satisfied smirk as he finger fucks you, his thumb pressing down on your clit to massage it.
“So wet f’me.” Vox continues to move inside mercilessly you, preparing you for what's to come. Suddenly, he removes his hand from your mouth and pulls his fingers out of you.
You whine at the sudden loss of friction, having almost reached your peak. Meanwhile, Vox gives you a sharp look, his screen casting a bright blue glow in the dark room. He brings his soaked fingers to his mouth and licks them clean slowly. "Fuck, you taste good." He says gruffly before reaching down to undo his pants.
He starts stroking himself slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. He spreads your legs wider with his knees and lines himself up with your entrance. "Ready, doll?"
The overlord doesn’t wait for a response as he bottoms out suddenly, filling you completely. He pauses, giving you a moment to adjust before he starts moving his hips slowly.
You cry tears of pleasure, your eyes rolling to the back as your head falls back.
He starts with slow, deep thrusts, allowing you to feel every inch of him, before grabbing onto your hips, using them as leverage to pound into you harder. Vox leans down to kiss your neck, biting down hard on your soft flesh. He marks you again, this time on your neck, his screen pressing against your jaw.
“Vince!” You cry out, toes curling as you begin your ascent.
Vox smirks against your neck at the sound of his name, his thrusts becoming erratic and deep. Each thrust pushes you farther up the couch, until your entire torso is leaning over. You can feel the blood rushing to your head as the edge of the sofa presses gently into your back.
Vox follows you up the couch, his body covering yours completely. He's fucking you at an angle now, groaning as he moves one of his hands to your neck.
“V-Vinny,” You sob, your mind going dumb from his relentless thrusts. “I’m gonna-” He slams back into you, cutting off your words. He reaches around to rub your clit roughly while pounding into you. "Come for me doll." He commands, voice gone raw.
Your walls clamp down around him as you come undone, triggering his own release only moments later. He thrusts deep inside you one last time, clutching your shoulders. He stays inside you for a moment longer before slowly pulling out.
Surrounded by only the warm embrace of your television-headed husband, you slowly drift off to sleep hand in hand.
A/N: sorry for the abrupt ending I didn’t know how to end it 😭- also sorry if it’s kinda bad. I genuinely wasn’t sure if I should post it, but because I posted a teaser yesterday and spent all of my free time for the past two days working on this—I decided to post it.
Warnings: age gap (20 and nearly 40), mentions of cheating, power dynamics, nipple play, oral + fingering (r!receiving), biting, praise.
Everything was a mess. Your girlfriend who you loved more than anything, was in bed with another woman. You didn't give her time to explain, yes you had shown up to her house unannounced, her mom let you in but you'd never expected this.
As you rush down the stairs with tears soaking your cheeks, blurring your vision you don't realise Sevika out on the front lawn, getting out her tools to work on her truck. "Well that was a quick visi- oh honey what's wrong?" She grabs your arm, stopping you from running further.
But it's quickly explained without words. Her daughter rushing downstairs half dressed- the other trailing behind with the bedsheets wrapped around her.
Sevika's eyes immediately darken and she points at her daughter. "Are you fucking kidding me?! I raised you better than this- I fucking raised you and your treat her like this?!" She points an accusatory finger at her daughter, her other hand still wrapped around your bicep, the size of her hand apparent by the way her whole hand wrapped around it easily.
"I didn't- fuck mom she wasn't supposed to be here!! I told you to not let my friends in today!" She huffs as she buttons up her jeans, she was a shorter, smaller version of Sevika. Only with her other mothers morals apparently.
"Yeah and I let your GIRLFRIEND in because who wouldn't want to see this lovely fucking girl whenever they can? Oh wait... YOU." She shouts, her voice easily bellowing down the street.
The girl with the bedsheet wrapped around her was gone, probably upstairs getting changed. The two continued to argue but you couldn't hear, you were so upset and hurt. You didn't want to be here anymore.
But you couldn't leave. Sevika's grip on you was hard, not painful, more... protective. Possessive.
The one line that brings you back was from Sevika's mouth. "Get the fuck out of my house. I don't care what you do or where you go. You're 20 years old, go live with your mom. Get an apartment. I. Don't. Care. Get the fuck out of my house."
Your eyes flick between Sevika and your girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend? You didn't know anymore... no it was definitely ex-girlfriend. She runs off upstairs, and a few minutes later she and the other girl leave the house with a few quickly packed, half open duffle bags.
"Come on inside honey, you don't deserve this." Sevika slides her hand down your arm and slips her hand into yours as she walks you back inside the house.
Why was your stomach tingly? Why did the feel of her hand in yours feel so... right?
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"I don't know I just... I thought she loved me..." you wrap your hands tighter around the mug of tea in your hands. Sevika sat next to you on the couch, one arm slinged over the back.
"She's stupid and immature. You deserve so so much better than that. And she's my kid, and I won't tolerate her treating anyone that way... especially not you." Her eyes soften as she looks at you. Her gaze was like a soft caress in itself.
You could feel it, staring at your shoulders, bare and shiny from the body oil you had used this morning. Down to your exposed stomach, wearing a crop top in summer wasn't wrong... but under her gaze you felt naked... exposed.
And you didn't hate it.
"I don't know what I'm going to do... but I'll figure it out." You smile softly as you sip your tea, Sevika taking a swig of her beer.
"Atta girl- don't you let anyone make you feel worthless." She nudges your leg with hers, and the sparks of pleasure jolted straight up between your legs.
God what was wrong with you today?..
"Wanna go for a swim?" Your head snaps back up towards Sevika, the sudden request catching you off guard. But the idea didn't sound awful. It was sweltering hot, the middle of summer and you didn't have a pool at home. And of course Sevika did, she built this house from the ground up. "Sure... I could go for a swim."
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This was bliss. Heaven. The cool water felt amazing even in your shoulders were still burning a little from the sun. Seviak had lent you one of her ex-wifes bikinis to swim in. It was... risqué to say the least.
The straps around you back and neck were thin, like string, the bright red contrasting beautifully with your skin. The bottoms were worse. A g-string up your ass with strings around your hips, only a slither of a triangle covering your intimate parts.
"Well honey, it's safe to say you wear it better than she ever did." Sevika smirks, she had one arm propped on the ledge of the pool, her beer in her other hand. You sat on the steps, the water coming upto just below your breasts.
"Are you saying that to make me feel better?" You smile, no doubt she was trying to make you feel good. You got cheated on for christ sakes anyone would.
"No... I'm saying it because you look fucking stunning in it. Better than she did and I married the woman... not my best decision." You giggle at her self deprecating comment.
You sip your lemonade before replying, trying to calm the fast beat of your heart. "Maybe you need to marry someone who looks good in it." The words leave your mouth before you could think about them... well there was no going back now.
"I might just do that, get over her honey." The mood shifts. She slowly places her beer on the ledge, treading water as she waits for you to come closer. Sinking into the water you swin towards her, the cold hardening your nipples, chafing against the fabric. "Good girl..."
You squeak in surprise ash she hauls you by your hips to sit on the edge of the pool. Her face eye level with your pussy which was just about covered. "Goddamn... look at you." She growls a little, pushing your thighs further apart.
No time to waste apparently... maybe it was her age? Nearly 40 and single. She would never stuggle to bring a girl home, but you'd never seen her with... anyone.
"I'm just... me." You let out a shaky breath as she pulls you right to the edge, settling between your now spread thighs. Her eyes aren't on your pussy though. No they're on your tits, nipples poking at the fabric trying to rip through. "Just you... you have no idea what you've been doing to me everyday. Do you?"
She runs her hands up your thighs, over your hips, up your waist until they snake around to your back and she gently tugs the string, letting the bikini loose. "S-sevika..." you whisper shyly as she lifts it off around your neck, your chest now bare and free for her to do what she pleases.
"Everyday. I have to watch you come around here in your little dresses, kissing my kid, hearing her make you moan- which don't bullshit me we know is fake. She might be my kid but I know a fake moan when I hear one."
You let out a small whimper as she cups ypur breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between her fingers. "I-... mmph she's not gr-great..." Sevika smirks, trailing kisses up your thighs, her hands never stopping on your breasts.
"I know, she didn't inheret those skills from me..." she chuckles as she reaches the apex of your thighs, her warm breath on your clit even through the bikini separating her lips from your bare pussy. "C-can you show me what she didn't inheret?..."
Her hands leave your breasts, eliciting a small whine from your lips. "You don't gotta ask honey... lift theose hips from me." As you lift your hips she pulls the bikini away, leaving you bare for her eyes only.
Her hands find your ass, pulling you right to the edge of the pool, your calves in the water, her breath on your clit. "Tell me this is okay. That it's what you want before I take what I want." She looks up at you, kissing and nibbling on your inner thighs dangerously close to where you need her most.
"I feel like... it's a little late to be asking that- ow!" You whine when she bites down hard on the plump flesh of your thigh.
"Tell me." She soothes the bite with her tongue, the red marks of her teeth embedded in your skin.
"Please... I want this.. I- I want you..." you run your fingers through her hair, resisting the urge to pull her closer.
That's all Sevika needed, with a pleased hum she presses a soft but firm kiss to your clit before running her tongue over the nub, swirling it around and earning her a moan from your lips. "Oh my god Sevika..." your fingers tighten in her hair.
God you tasted good. Sweet, with a hint of vanilla and... pussy but god was it the best pussy she'd ever tasted. Running her tongue through your folds she sucks and kisses her way down to your hole, lapping and licking around your entrance before she pulls you closer, her tongue sinking into you. "Fuuck Sevika... that feels so good..."
She moans as your slick completely cover her tongue, she thrusts it in and out, in and out a couple of times before dragging it back upto your clit and sucking it between her lips. "Taste so good honey... so fucking sweet. Like honey." She mumbles into your heat.
One hand leaves your ass so she can slide two fingers into your sopping little hole. As she sinks them in, curling them up your hands tighten in her hair. "Don't stop... oh don't stop please..." you moan, grinding your hips slightly, taking her fingers deeper.
"That's it honey, keep moaning for me... she couldn't make you feel this good hm?" She chuckles before resuming her motions, lapping and licking ypur clit in time with her fingers. God you were so wet, the squelch of your pussy with each thrust only spurred her on more and more. "N-never... no she couldn't d-do this..." your hips rock in time with her.
"Lookin' so pretty taking my fingers baby... imagine what you look like takin' my strap..." the thought has your pussy clenching around her fingers, almost cumming.
"Please... oh fuck please don't tease me..." you let out a higher pitched moan and she adds a third finger, stretching your little pussy open.
"There we go... sliding right in. You're ready to take it now aren't you baby? You want me strap buried deep inside your greedy little hole?" No this. This was heaven. The teasing, yet promise in her voice. Her fingers. Her tongue.
Your thighs shake, hips twitching as you mewl, humping her face as your orgasm hits you like a train. "Gooood girl there we go, ride it out honey..." Sevika works her fingers in and out, reveling in the way your juices drip down her fingers and onto her hand. "Messy girl..." she chuckles.
You hump and grind, holding onto her hair for dear life until it's too much. "O-okay mmph.. my g-god..." your fingers loosen and you look down between your legs. Sevika was smiling up at you, sucking her fingers clean of your release... it was a sight you wanted to see a thousand more times in your life.
"That- is how you deserve to be pleased. Don't let anyone give you anything less." She kisses the bite mark on your inner thigh, and all you can think about is how you don't want anyone else touching you like this. You wanted Sevika touching you. Only her.
You slide off the edge of the pool and into the water, now naked. Wrapping your arms around her neck and legs around her waist you look up at her. She holds you close, arms encircled around your waist. "What if I don't want anyone else?.."
She smiles and presses you up against the wall of the pool, her face inches from yours. "Careful honey, keep talkin' like that and I'll have to keep you all for myself." And before you can respond she leans in, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your lips.
And you let her. Because maybe the woman you need was in the family after all. You have to kiss a few frogs right?
what happens at the cabin - (Pope Cody x reader) - (smut warning)
Story connected with this text message correspondence between you and Pope
Andrew has you spread over his lap naked. Face down to the mattress. His hands wandering up and down the small of your back and over your bare ass. You can feel him getting hard, but he doesn’t adjust himself. He likes that you know how much he wants you, but this isn’t about him. This is about what you wanted. Initially.
“Are you sure?” he asks while stroking his hand gently over your hair and forehead as you are looking at him over your shoulder. “Yes” you say your voice breaking a little before the first slap was heard echoing through the room. The contact from the hard slap made you jolt upward onto the mattress in suprise. A sting followed, but it was short felt.
Then another *slap* and this one was harder then the last as you kept escaping. A natural response your body was reacting to the pain.
“You said you wanted this? Dont run away from me!” he adjusted you back over on him again like you weighed nothing. His rough hands digging into your soft thighs and hipbones until he had you right where he wanted.
*slap*
*slap* *slap* *slap*
You winced in pain as he held your upper body down to keep you from escaping from him again. A hard grip at the back of your hair was also placed to keep you still.
“Do you want me to keep going?” he asked after a pause as he stroked over the red skin marks he left behind.
“Yes” you said feeling yourself getting a little wetter as his hands glided up and down your ass and between your legs to your slit.
*slap* this was unexpected he didnt give you a warning or a moment to adapt before he spanked your ass again and again. You felt him tugging harder at your hair as you let out a small moan. The pain was intolerable, but you wanted more “Please” you said pleading for him to do it again.
*slap* harder this time *slap* *slap*
“You are so desperate” he whispered his voice cracking through the words; “You love me hurting you?”
“Yes” you breathed out *slap* you jolted up again as he grabbed a harder grip of your hair “You would love nothing more then for me to fuck you raw right now?” he asked in a low voice, pulling your hair back harder making you look at him.
“Tell me you love it” he demanded with his eyes slightly hooded, his breath was heavier and you could feel how hard he was under your thigh.
“I love it” you spoke softly as he put his hand lower between your legs and spread them in a sharp tug. You could feel his thick fingers over your slit as he drew them down to your clit rubbing it in small circles.
You let out a small moan as he watched you pushing your ass upward trying to lean into his touch. He responded by giving you another sharp slap as a reprimand for moving: “Be still”
Trying your best not to move, he continued to rub your clit in small slow motions and watched you as you moaned almost in a desperate attempt to make him go faster.
He wouldn’t.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked
“Yes” you responded biting your lower lip hard down to keep back a moan
“How badly do you want me?” he asked all while slipping two fingers slowly inside of you making you feel the palm of his hand touch against your sore ass.
“So badly” your voice hitched as you clutched onto the sheets around you, feeling him move his fingers in and out of you. The slopping sound of your wet center made him go faster. You were already so wet for him and the feeling of an orgasm was brewing.
“Andrew please I wanna cum” you pleaded and pushed your ass up into his fingers again. The slight movement of your ass darting up stopped the whole experience as Andrew pulled his fingers out of you.
“Did I tell you that you could move?” his voice strict as he slapped you once more, harder then the other times combined. “I’m sorry’ you pleaded desperately.
“Not as sorry as you will feel in this moment” he said and grabbed your lower body and pushed you up on the bed away from him. Andrew got up and walked to the bathroom: “I need to go and take out the trash and go to the store” he said nonchalantly as you watched him disappear.
A sense of disbelief and extreme discontent filled you.
“Andrew” you shouted after him from the bed completely naked and sore.
