(spicy september writing challenge — day 25) (keep in mind I’m not usually a smut writer)
⪼ pairing: post-tws!bucky barnes / mean!winter soldier x reader
⪼ summary: you wanted bucky to lose control, wanted him to claim you. you didn’t expect the winter soldier to come out—but when he does, you can’t bring yourself to stop him.
The room was quiet, save for your soft breathing as Bucky hovered over you, one hand stroking your cheek. He always looked at you like you were something fragile, something that needed careful handling.
“Are you sure about this, sweets?” he asked, voice husky but hesitant. “If I—if I let go, I don’t know if I can hold back.”
You cupped his jaw, brushing your thumb along his stubble. “I don’t want you to hold back, Bucky. I want all of you.”
His throat bobbed. His cock was already straining against his sweats, pressing hot against your thigh as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear.
“You want me to fuck you full?”
“Yes,” you whispered, arching into him. “Breed me, James. Don’t stop until I’m stuffed.”
The sound he made was guttural, torn from his chest. He kissed you hard, swallowing your gasp as he pushed your legs apart, dragging your panties down with one hand while his metal arm pinned your wrists above your head.
The first thrust was slow, controlled—his thick cock stretching you open, filling you inch by inch. You moaned, back arching, and he groaned against your throat.
“God, you feel perfect. Made for me.”
But then—something shifted.
Your voice broke on his name, moaning so desperate, so needy, it flicked a switch deep inside him. His breath came heavier, his grip on your wrists tightened, and when his eyes flicked up to meet yours, they were darker. Sharper.
The Soldier was awake.
And you didn’t stop him, it.
“Mine,” he growled, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in so hard the bedframe cracked against the wall. You gasped, but his metal hand was at your throat now, keeping you pinned, helpless.
“Gonna breed you ‘til you’re ruined for anyone else. You hear me?” His voice was rougher, deeper—commanding. “This cunt belongs to me.”
You whimpered, nails digging into his arm where he held you down. “Yes—yours, Bucky—”
“нет Bucky.” His eyes flashed, his pace brutal, rutting into you like an animal. “Soldier.”
He flipped you effortlessly, dragging your hips up so you were on your knees, face pressed to the mattress. His hands—cold metal and burning flesh—gripped your waist so hard you knew you’d bruise.
The sound of his hips slamming into yours was obscene, wet and loud as he fucked you harder, deeper.
“Take it,” he snarled, pounding into you. “Take every drop. Gonna pump you so full you’ll be dripping for days. Gonna fuck my seed so deep it won’t matter how many times you wash it out—you’ll still feel me.”
You sobbed, pleasure overwhelming as his cock hit that spot again and again. “Please—please, don’t stop—”
“Begging already?” His laugh was dark, cruel, but laced with heat. He shoved you down flat, chest to mattress, his weight pressing you into the bed as he fucked you from behind. “Good little breeding toy. I’ll fill you ‘til you can’t think.”
Your orgasm ripped through you, violent and shattering, and he groaned as your walls clenched around him. He didn’t slow—not once—slamming into you until his hips stuttered and he spilled hot and thick inside you, buried to the hilt.
But he didn’t stop.
His cum leaked out around his cock, down your thighs, but he just fucked it back into you, relentless. “Not enough,” he rasped, sweat dripping down his chest. “One load won’t do. Need to make sure it takes. Need to breed you properly.”
By the time his rhythm finally faltered, you were trembling, wrecked, the sheets soaked beneath you. He collapsed against your back, panting hard, his lips brushing your ear.
His weight pressed you into the mattress, his breaths jagged, and you could feel the tension still coiled in his body. The Soldier wasn’t fully gone—not yet. His grip on your hip was too tight, his chest still rising with that battle-born sharpness.
You tilted your head, whispering softly even though your throat was raw.
“Bucky. It’s you. It’s just you.”
He stilled.
“Not the Soldier,” you continued, voice gentle, soothing. “You’re Bucky. My Bucky.”
For a long moment, he didn’t move. His breathing was uneven, almost panicked, like he was afraid to let himself believe it.
You threaded your fingers through his hair, stroking softly, grounding him. “You’re here. With me. Not them. You’re safe, baby. You’re mine.”
That broke him. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, a shuddered breath escaping him. You felt the tremor in his body, the quiet unraveling as your words wrapped around him, pulling him back.
“Sweets…” His voice was hoarse, softer now, shaky. “I—did I hurt you?”
“No,” you whispered, turning your head to kiss his temple. “You gave me exactly what I wanted.”
The tension in his frame loosened. Slowly, carefully, hepulled out, watching the mess he’d made between your thighs. His jaw clenched at the sight, but his hands were gentle as they cupped under your thighs, lifting you, tucking a pillow beneath your hips.
“Gotta keep it in you,” he murmured, almost apologetic. “After everything…I still want this for us.”
You smiled weakly, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “I know. I want it too.”
He kissed your palm, then moved into physical aftercare as though it was second nature: fetching a warm cloth, cleaning you up carefully while murmuring praises under his breath. Every touch was reverent now—his thumb tracing your hipbones, his lips pressing featherlight kisses along your jawline.
When you whimpered as he shifted away, your hand caught his wrist. “Don’t leave me, Buck.”
His gaze softened immediately. He bent down, kissing your forehead. “Never, sweets. Never again.”
He scooped you up against his chest, holding you like you were something sacred. “I’ll run the bath for us,” he promised softly. “We’ll sit in it together. I’ll hold you the whole time.”
You nuzzled into his neck, voice small but certain: “You’re Bucky. Mine.”
His arms tightened around you as he carried you toward the bathroom, every step gentler, steadier—like your voice had tied him to himself again.
Hey guys! It's been busy, and I have not been feeling good about writing much lately, but I have a few Smuttember requests I wanted to get done. This is the first one, based on this ask, jealousy for Ethan x Kaycee. Thanks for the ask, Nonny. I hope you enjoy it.
Book: Open Heart (Book 2 Timeline)
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Kaycee MacClennan (F!MC),
Tobias Carrick, Clarissa Stanton (F!OC)
Rating: Mature
Words: 2,500 ish
Summary: Everyone is crazy about the new addition to the team. Dr. Clarissa Stanton is a rising star in the medical community, and Edenbrook is lucky to have her. She seems to warm up to everyone, well... almost everyone... and there is someone she's warming up to a little too much, and it's not sitting well with Kaycee. See how it all works out.
A/N: Participating in @choicesprompts Smuttember. #27 Jealousy, but also #17, Reclaiming, too.
I didn't have much time to edit - so forgive errors. :)
“Dr. Stanton, please report to the Diagnostic Team office. Dr. Stanton, Diagnostic Team office.”
It was innocent enough. Just one of the dozens of announcements heard over the PA system at Edenbrook Hospital on any given day. It shouldn’t have caused any alarm, but these days, just the mention of Dr. Stanton’s name made Kaycee’s blood turn cold. She clenched the pencil in her hand so tightly that it snapped in half, taking her and a nurse standing nearby by surprise.
“Dr. MacClennan,” the nurse smiled. “What did that pencil ever do to you?”
Kaycee replied with a pleasant smile, attributing the pencil assault to a lack of sleep and voluminous quantities of caffeine, but she knew that wasn't the truth. The innocent pencil was collateral damage in the cold war taking place between her and Dr. Clarissa Stanton, a war Kaycee was growing tired of.
Clarissa was a new fellow at Edenbrook. She had come to them from “the most distinguished residency program in the U.S.,” as Ethan reminded everyone. Daily. “It was quite the coup for us to land her,” he had told the diagnostic team triumphantly as Tobias made an off-color comment about 'landing.' Kaycee had heard of her; of course, her research had been the talk of the medical community for the past couple of years, and she was excited to have the opportunity to work together. Still, Tobias’s comment piqued her interest, so she quickly Googled her name.
Kaycee raised a brow when she saw the image load on her phone. Clarissa was striking – a face that looked like the girl next door if the girl next door had been a teenage model. Long, light brown hair and big, brown eyes that managed to be innocent and sultry at the same time. Her LinkedIn photo showed her propped up on a desk, her legs crossed and wholly swallowed up by her lab coat. There wasn’t a skirt in sight.
She would definitely have to warn her new colleague about Tobias, but none of this mattered. What mattered was Dr. Stanton’s research on off-label use of psychotropic medications, which had led to breakthroughs in more conditions than Kaycee could recall. What mattered was the impassioned testimony she had made before Congress recently, which landed her in the news cycle for weeks on end. She was a rising star... a once-in-a-generation talent. And because God clearly played favorites, of course, she was beautiful too.
Later that day, Kaycee had lunch with Tobias, and she warned her friend to keep things professional and don’t dare scare her away. Little did Kaycee know that the beautiful newcomer was one of the few women on the planet who were immune to the charms of one Dr. Carrick. No, Clarissa had made it clear from day one that she had her sights set on someone else.
She had a friendly, approachable demeanor, bordering on flirtatious, and she assimilated into both the team and the hospital with ease. Her well-earned air of confidence sometimes bordered on arrogance, but she was charming enough that no one seemed to care. Clarissa was impressive, and everyone was smitten. She seemed happy to be a friend to all, with one exception. Kaycee.
It wasn’t for Kaycee’s lack of trying. In fact, she had to stop herself from fangirling when the new doctor first arrived. But while Clarissa ate up attention from others, when it came to Kaycee, she seemed annoyed and did her best to distance herself.
When Kaycee pointed this out, even to her best friends, they insisted Kaycee was imagining things as they, too, were taken in. She resigned herself to being the sole outsider in the Dr. Stanton fan society, but she could still learn from her, and they could still work together. There was no way Kaycee wouldn’t be supportive of another up-and-coming woman in the medical field; they faced enough and needed to stick together. But there was one thing Kaycee couldn’t continue to ignore.
“There she is!” The normally curmudgeonly Dr. Ramsey beamed when Clarissa appeared for the team’s morning meeting. “And what brilliant theories are you going to grace us with today, Dr. Stanton?”
Kaycee snapped another pencil in half under the desk. Tobias, the only one who noticed, raised a brow. Leaning in close, he whispered, “Pencils are no longer safe in your presence, MacClennan. What gives?”
She ignored him, but she couldn’t ignore the way Clarissa hovered close to Ethan throughout their rounds- again - today. Or the way she asked questions and made comments that felt just a little too… familiar. She watched as Clarissa’s hand lingered on Ethan’s shoulder just a little longer than it should and bit her lip when she erupted in laughter every time Ethan cracked a joke... bad jokes.
Still, Kaycee kept it together. She was a professional, after all, and she had nothing to worry about. Her relationship with Ethan was solid, even if their relationship was a secret to ninety percent of the planet. Her residency was ending in just months, he reminded her constantly, and they’d be Instagram official very soon. But right now, a few months felt like decades away.
That day turned out to be particularly grueling. Kaycee had been assigned to work in oncology with a miserable attending who did everything they could to undermine her at every step of the way. If that weren't enough, she learned the case she had been working on for the past week, the one she knew she was close to breaking, was miraculously solved by none other than Ethan and Clarissa by way of two doctors discussing it in the third-floor lounge where she had gone for a moment of refuge.
“You should have seen them working together,” one doctor said. “It was seamless – like they could read each other’s minds.”
The second doctor concurred. “They have the makings of a medical power couple for sure. Edenbrook is already on the map, but they could make it the favored destination.”
Kaycee swallowed hard. That stung... a lot.
She decided to check in on one more patient before she left for the day. Mrs. Withers was just the ray of sunshine Kaycee needed right now, always bright and cheerful no matter what was taking place. Kaycee needed some of that magic to lift her spirits, and it worked... temporarily. She was about to step out of Mrs. Wither’s room when she heard their voices in the hall.
“I still can’t believe we solved the Dorrant case,” Ethan all but sang. “I was beginning to think that would be one of our rare dead ends.”
No matter that I told him I was close to solving it last night, Kaycee thought as her jaw tightened.
“There are no dead ends, Ethan,” Clarissa ensured. “Only angles that haven’t been examined. We're clever enough to find those angles; don't ever doubt it!"
“I’ve got to admit, I love your attitude.”
Kaycee shuddered; she could hear the smile in his voice, and she was about to break that case!
“Hey, we’re both leaving work,” Clarissa started. “What do you say we go grab a drink to discuss... future opportunities.”
Ethan didn't so much as hesitate before accepting the offer, and when Kaycee stepped out of the patient’s room she watched them step into the elevator together. It felt like a punch in the gut. She didn’t like when that little green monster clawed at her, but right he was drawing blood. She felt invisible, she felt lost, and the one person who could make her feel better was part of the reason why, and now, he was out with Clarissa.
Kaycee didn't go home. Instead, she took advantage of having the key to Ethan's penthouse, and that's where she waited. When Ethan returned to his apartment later that night, Kaycee was there – wearing a hole in his carpet as she paced back and forth. He walked in and glanced at the clock, then Kaycee. He knew something was amiss.
“Kaycee,” he droned, dropping his keys onto the marble counter with a clang. “I didn’t expect you to be here tonight.”
“Oh, I’m sure you didn’t,” she spat, her firey eyes laced with a touch of pain. “I saw you leave the hospital with Clarissa. You two looked really... close.”
Ethan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Kaycee, you know it isn't like that. We were just sharing a drink to discuss work. That’s all.”
But his answer did not suffice. She crossed her arms defensively before her chest, and her brows knitted together as she stood before him in the kitchen.
“Do you not see the way she looks at you? Or how she hangs on your every word? And she’s not like that with anyone else, Ethan, only with you!”
Ethan took a step closer. “Kaycee, Clarissa is a colleague. You have nothing to be worried about.”
“Don’t I?” she asked, disappointed with the level of desperation in her voice. “I was just a colleague once. Harper was once your colleague... don’t tell me she’s just your colleague and expect it to provide any comfort!” Her anxiety was palpable as her eyes welled up with tears. “Ethan, I know it takes more than a pretty face to turn your head. But Clarissa isn’t just beautiful; she’s brilliant. She’s a rising star! Just the thing to make a sapiosexual like you take note!”
“Sapiosexual?” he chuckled.
“Don’t act like you’re unfamiliar with the term! You don’t get it, Ethan! She’s out there being all flirtatious with you, and I’m forced to keep our relationship hidden in the shadows like it's a dirty secret! Every time I see you two together, it feels like I’m the one who’s invisible. Like I'm the one who can be replaced!"
His eyes softened when he saw the extent of Kaycee’s pain, and he cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. “No one will ever replace you, Kaycee. No one. You’re it for me.” His voice was low, commanding, and sent shivers down her spine.
She bit her lip, too proud to allow the tears pooling in her eyes to fall. She took a cleansing breath and summoned her courage. “Then why do I feel like I’m fighting for you?”
His hand encircled her wrist, gripping it just tight enough to keep her from pulling away. “You feel that way because you’ve been bottling this up inside instead of coming to me. You haven’t given me a chance to remind you of what we are.” He leaned down, his lips brushing hers. “Let me remind you, Kaycee,” he whispered. “Let me remind you of who we are.”
Kaycee’s breath hitched; resistance was futile as he brought his lips back to hers, kissing her slowly, deliberately, as if she were the only other person alive. All the jealousy, frustration, and angst that had been consuming her melted away with that kiss, the heat between them igniting more with every passing second. He touched her with a wanton hunger that made her knees buckle. She leaned back against the kitchen counter so she wouldn’t fall.
This pleased Ethan, who was taking her in with a devilish grin; his hands began to roam over her body. Gripping her hips and pulling her against him, he lifted her onto the counter as she moaned softly, the frustration of the day unraveling as his hands claimed her and his lips traced down her neck to the sensitive skin of her chest. He unbuttoned her blouse.
“You think I want anyone else?” Ethan growled, his breath hot against her. “I’m yours, Kaycee. Every inch of me.”
Her hands fisted in his shirt, and she pulled him close, her body arching into his as she kissed him, biting his lip, relishing the control he offered her. He let out a low, primal groan as she worked her magic, taking back what was rightfully hers.
She hopped off the counter and led him to the living room, pushing him back on the couch. He didn’t fight her; this was just what he wanted. She shoved him into the cushions, straddling him in one swift movement, her blonde locks falling all around them. The air between them sizzled with a raw, palpable heat, and his heart nearly stopped when she lowered her hand and slipped her panties to the side. His hands gripped her thighs, grounding himself in the reality, the intensity of being inside the woman he loved. He swore all the air had escaped him. He was home.
“Do you think Clarissa could ever do this to you?” Kaycee whispered breathlessly in his ear, her hips grinding into him in a way that made him forget his own name.
“Not a fucking chance,” he rasped, pulling her closer, his lips devouring hers in a breathless kiss.
She kissed back harder, pouring proudly taking back all that belonged to her. She pressed her body against his as if to remind him she was the only one who could have him like this. His hands roamed up her back, their delicate touch sending chills down her spine. He pulled her closer to him as his hips lurched up to meet her. He needed her in every possible way; she was the only one who could set him on fire like this.
“Say it,” she demanded, her breath ragged, her lips swollen from his kisses. “Say it!”
“You’re mine, Kaycee,” he growled, his voice rough and heavy with desire. “You’re mine, and I’m yours... no one else matters.”
A satisfied smile spread on her lips, and his hands cupped her breasts as she threw her head back triumphantly. Heart, mind, and soul satiated; her body quivered around him, and sounds of pleasure filled the air as she found her release. Ethan’s movements became more erratic as he moved inside her; his eyes screwed closed to shut out the world, focusing solely on how they were joined, how he loved her, needed her, and wanted her more than anything he had ever known. He let out a cry as he reached his peak – his mind going blank as he emptied deep inside her. They collapsed together, silent, gasping softly as they tried to catch their breath, lost in the rapture they found themselves in.
There was no longer any doubt between them. He reached up and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, his finger slowly caressing the curve of Kaycee’s precious face.
“Feeling any better,” he smiled.
“Much,” she grinned, nuzzling under his arm. “I love you, Ethan.”
“I love you, too.”
Sleep came quickly after, as they were lost in a world of their own creation.
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The following morning, Tobias was in the Diagnostic Team office when Clarissa came barreling in, two steaming hot cups of coffee in her hands.
“For me,” he smiled playfully. “You shouldn’t have.”
“Good," she grinned. "Because I didn’t." She placed one cup in front of Ethan's seat.
"Just for him?" Tobias questioned.
Clarissa shrugged nonchalantly. "It's to celebrate our win yesterday."
“With Starbucks?” he chuckled, raising his own cup of coffee to his lips. “If you’re trying to impress Ethan, that ain’t gonna do it.”
“What do you mean?” She asked, just as Kaycee stepped into the room, beaming as she placed a cup from Derry Roasters right next to Clarissa's offering.
“Tobias is right,” Kaycee smiled. “You have much to learn.”
Ethan entered the office and took in the scene. “I’m glad to see you’re already pouring over the documents for our next case,” he said sarcastically. “The initiative is heartwarming."
His face softened a bit when he saw Kaycee, who offered a clandestine wink. “Sorry, boss,” she grinned. “We were just discussing something far more important,” she motioned to his place at the table. “Like, what’s your favorite coffee.”
Ethan looked at the two cups, trying to stay diplomatic. "Let's just say I prefer local goodness over corporate greed."
"Damn!" Clarissa mock frowned. "I guess I owe you a cup from Derry's."
"Another time," Ethan smiled, taking a long sip from the cup as Tobias slid the Starbucks his way.
"I'm not as particular," Tobias winked.
They reviewed today's cases, and with marching orders given, Ethan was the first on his feet. He walked with purposeful steps toward Kaycee, placing a kiss atop her head before she had a chance to stand. "Have a good day, sweetheart. I'll meet you for lunch."
Clarissa's eyes went wide, choking on her iced latte. Tobias wore a wicked grin. "I thought you two were under wraps until her residency was over," he smirked. "Jesus! You only have two-and-a-half months left!"
Ethan looked back over his shoulder, a smug smile on his lips. "As if we're not the worst kept secret in Edenbrook anyway." With a wink in Kaycee's direction, he was out the door. Kaycee sat back in her chair. The warmth inside her had nothing to do with her beverage of choice. The stupid grin on her face made that perfectly clear.
"You all right there, MacClennan?" Tobias asked.
"Yes," she replied. "I'm perfect." After all, today was going to be a much better day.
John only smirked down at you, his lips tugging into that familiar, cocky expression that made your knees weak and your belly flutter.
It was nothing short of shit-eating.
“You’ll do anything, eh?” He asked, eyebrows raising as he rolled his hips once more against yours, his thumb circling your clit.
Your widened eyes locked with his as you nodded desperately, your chest heaving. Was he finally going to relent? Was he finally going to let you come after what seemed like hours of the most delicious torture imaginable?
“Mmm… not yet,” he said, and before you knew it you were… empty.
Pouting, you squirmed beneath him, but his large hands held your wrists to the bed, and his body prevented you from closing your legs to gain any sort of friction. You could only whimper, hair plastered to your forehead with sweat.
“Please John… I need… I’ve got to cum, please… please, you’ve got to let me,” you arched your back as you begged, every muscle in your body tense. It would only take that little bit more… that tiny bit more stimulation to launch you over the edge.
“I’ve got to, have I?” John asked, admiring your flustered face and writhing body. Leaning down, his teeth grazed over your ear, tongue darting out over your earlobe. “Darlin’, I haven’t got to do anything,” he ducked his head down, sucking a bruise beneath your ear, one that would be very difficult to cover up tomorrow… that was if you’d even be able to walk.
“Please,” you whispered. “John…” an idea popped into your mind. “John, please, I’ll do anything, I’ll suck your cock, please just let me cum,”
John let out a small laugh; even you had to admit how pathetic you sounded. “You know, baby,” he murmured, teasing his cock just outside your cunt, not quite pushing in. “For once in my life, I don’t want you to suck my cock,”
Whimpering as you were filled once more, you arched your back, your legs moving to wrap around his waist, ankles going to lock at his back. “Does that mean I get to cum on your cock, John?” You whispered.
John pressed his lips against yours, grinding his hips and for one glorious moment it seemed like he would allow you to take your pleasure…
But he grasped your thighs, holding your legs up and apart as he smirked down at you, withdrawing his cock once more and leaving you painfully empty. “Please…” you whispered, but it was no use.
Warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual content (masturbation)
Summary: It is the end of the first day for the new batch of interns and one in particular catches the eye of Ethan.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.
Authors note: Welcome to smuttember. Thank you @rafasgirl23415-2 for the prompt. Prompt appears in bold
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It had been an interesting day as much as it was infuriating. A new intern class always made him feel this way but there was one intern that had piqued his interest…somehow.
He met her that morning, in an emergent situation and chewed her out. He knew he was being harsh but the sensation in his arm when he helped her with the incision had thrown him. “It was just a stressful situation” he had told himself but he had been in more stressful situations and had no such reaction. She did later redeem herself by figuring out what was wrong with her first patient.
He went to Donahue’s, in need of a drink. As soon as he entered he knew he should have gone home. The bar was full with all the new interns blowing off some steam after a long shift. He knew that the quiet drink he craved was not going to happen but his regular spot was free and Reggie was getting his normal drink when he saw him. He took a sip and did what he did best and observe. Then he spotted her. Dr Valentine. She had been in scrubs all day and he did find her attractive but he was not prepared for how she looked in that sinful outfit.
“She is an intern!” He mentally told himself. “Forbidden, by your own principles” the inner monologue continued.
While he was putting the thoughts of impropriety out of his mind, she came out.
They shared a scotch with each other, he was duly impressed that she knew why he liked scotch neat. She then asked if there was someone waiting for him at home. The internal monologue was playing so he was able to state that there was no one waiting for him, despite other parts of him wishing that he was taking her home.
After enjoying a second drink, Reggie’s special, he took his leave and went back to his empty apartment. Even though the weather was mild his apartment felt cold. He craved the company of Dr Valentine. His thoughts went to the outfit she wore. How it showed off her curves, accentuated her breasts. The thoughts of impropriety again forced their way forward. He decided it was a losing battle.
He went into his shower. He was already painfully hard. He started stroking himself, imagining that Dr Valentine was in the shower with him, her naked body quivering at his touch, he imagined her going down on him, taking him fully in her mouth.l, swirling her tongue along his length as he entered her mouth again and again. He then imagined taking her from behind, the water cascading over both of them, her moans as he entered her and thrust deep. He could feel himself get close and he pumped harder, wishing it was Dr Valentine he was pounding into. At last he succumbed to his release. It felt empty, given how vivid the fantasy was. He told him self again that she was forbidden as he got ready to go into a restful sleep.
He awoke the next morning, a small amount of guilt at the night before. He put it out of his mind. “She is an intern” he told himself as he got ready for work.
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Authors note: Short but not too sweet. In my world the guilt at masturbaitng to the thoughts get worse and worse as book one goes on. He did not know her that well professionally or personally at this point so the guilt was easier to be assaunged. Thanks for the ask again.
