☢️ GFI's Kinktober 2025: Day Twenty Eight☢️
🔸Mommy or Daddy Kink with Doctor Barrows🔸
Pairing: Doctor Barrows x GN!Reader
Word Count: 2,814
Warnings: 18+, mild daddy kink, biting, manhandling, spanking, rough sex, creampie.
Notes: Doctor Barrows is one of the characters I've wanted to do a blurb/one-shot for for quite a while, but was having difficulty fitting him in, so I was really glad to have a chance to try out writing for him this month. He's smart and kind, but also seems like he could have some pent-up frustration (sexual and otherwise) from his level of dedication to his work. Always fun to work with. Love him. Hope you like!
Underworld was much quieter at night, most of its denizens collapsed into exhausted piles in their beds or passed out in the bars from drinking themselves into a stupor, leaving the halls of the one-time museum eerily abandoned. You kept your footsteps light as you made your way along, clutching your rattling pack close to muffle the sound. Showing up at night never ceased to make you feel like a bit of an intruder. Fortunately, you knew with near certainty that the person you'd come to see would still be up and around.
You were nervous for a moment when you stepped into the Chop Shop, the rather unfortunately named clinic, and didn't immediately see him like you usually did. But only a moment later, both Barrows and Nurse Graves appeared through the door that led to the chamber where the two glowing ones being studied were housed.
"Ah, look who's here." he greeted, moving to give you a quick kiss and an embrace, always worried about making his colleague uncomfortable. She didn't seem to even notice, preoccupied with finishing up some quick notes.
"Think I'm going to pop upstairs and grab myself a Nuka. Would you like anything, Doctor?" she asked as she tossed her clipboard down lightly on her desk, stretching her back.
"No, but thank you." he responded politely.
Wordlessly, she cocked a would-be brow at you, extending the offer. You shook your head and held out your palm. The slender ghoul nodded before disappearing out the door.
"How are things going?" you asked, settling yourself on top of his desk as he moved to stand beside it.
"They're going, as per usual." he replied noncommittally. "Sometimes when we collect data, we don't get context for what it means until later."
You nodded, running a palm across his cheek in a show of comfort.
"Well, I admire your dedication to your work, honey." you said, smiling warmly.
"Hmm." he hummed, nails scraping pleasantly at your back through your shirt. "I like when you call me things like that."
He leaned in and gave you a few pecks on the lips, and the contact made you sigh with desire.
"I'm glad. Some guys don't really like pet names, and I've always been partial." you replied, playing with the handful of strands of honey-colored hair that still clung to his head.
"I think it's sweet."
"Could always be worse. I could be one of those people that calls their boyfriend 'daddy'." you said with a teasing smile. He chuckled in reply, but it was a strange, tight laugh.
"What was that?" you asked, giving him a subdued little shove and laughing.
"Nothing." he replied quickly, suddenly very interested in a water-stained spot on the ceiling, his thin lips pressed into a line.
"That was not 'nothing', fibber." you accused, running a quick hand down his chest and settling it in his lap to find exactly what you suspected you'd find: him half-hard.
"A-ha." you smirked, forcing eye contact on him.
"That has no significance to what you just said. It was already like that."
"I don't think doctors are supposed to be big, fat liars." you teased, giving him a firm squeeze and making him squirm, his eyes darting to the door. "You can tell me if it turns you on. I won't judge."
The blue-eyed ghoul was quiet for a long moment, refusing to look at you again. His erection only continued to grow in your hand, and you knew you had him on the ropes.
"Alright, maybe a little. I'm not thrilled by it, though. Feels a bit creepy." he confessed, even more heat rolling off of him than usual.
"That's cute." you teased, mind secretly racing. "Well, I think I'm gonna go cuddle up in your bed for a while. Feel free to come and join me." you said casually, making your way to the door without giving him time to respond. You knew he wouldn't be thrilled to leave his post at the clinic, lest an emergency pop up, but you also knew Nurse Graves wouldn't hesitate to fetch him if she had a need. The two of you only rarely got real alone time, and he'd usually jump at the chance.
You were right, as he appeared nearly right behind you, entering the small room that had likely once been a supply closet. It wasn't ideal for things of this nature, but still, it was private. He didn't hesitate to grab you by the waist and push you against the wall with a dull thud.
The surprised gasp you let out was swallowed into his mouth as it opened, his tongue barely hesitating to slide along the seam of your lips, demanding entrance. Once it slipped past, you were pressed further into the wall, his knee coming to rest between your legs and pin you to the old plaster. As your tongues slid against one another, his nimble hands slid down to tug roughly at your nipples through the cotton of your shirt. His knee nudged its way up to your apex before grinding against you, making you keen against his lips.
His mouth left yours for a moment just as you began to grow dizzy from lack of oxygen, kissing and nipping his way across your cheek, down your jaw, before settling into the crook of your neck to bite and suck. His hands, still rubbing and groping at your chest and flanks, began to work open the buttons of your shirt, another growl sounding from deep within him as his rough palms found your bare chest beneath the fabric.
Barrows dropped his face to your chest, capturing one of your peaked nipples between his lips. You whimpered, your hand coming to rest on the back of his head as he nipped and nursed at you. The feeling made you squirm against his knee, searching for just the right contact. He released you with a pop, licking his way back up to your neck before biting at you again. There would be all manner of bruises and marks there come morning, you thought.
He cupped your face with one hand, gaze still intense, but loving.
"You make me so happy." he said, mirroring you and refusing to let you respond before bringing his face back to yours and kissing you breathless once more.
Your hips rolled against his thigh at his words. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, not just from the very near heat of his, but from the arousal that burned white-hot inside you. You had never seen him like this and you couldn’t control your overwhelmed reaction, gripping at his shirt and yanking yourself closer to the near-vibrating ghoul.
“Honey, please.”
Your voice was barely above a whisper as you looked up at him pleadingly.
Your begging glance broke his resolve completely. You let out a small, surprised screech when he made to tug you towards the bed, pivoting to lock the door behind him. He didn’t release you from his grip until he’d reached the edge, turning you to face away from him as he ran his hands down your body. Your knees were weak already.
The ghoulish doctor pinched the fabric of your shirt between your shoulder blades, tugging you backwards into him, his very evident erection pressing into your backside. You shuddered as it pulsed against you, alive with his arousal. His hands moved to your hips to grind you against him further, lips attacking your neck and hairline.
Quickly, your fingers worked to undo the rest of the buttons on your shirt, your fly immediately following. The fabric of your clothes pooled around your feet, leaving you standing between him and the bed, naked except for your socks. There was a moment of pause, him running his lithe, rough hands up and down your body, mouthing your shoulders and neck, inhaling your smell. The tender, intimate gesture reminded you of the first time you'd been together, and it made you feel hot and dizzy.
You were pulled out of your train of thought when he pressed one hand between your shoulders and pushed you downwards, forcing you to bend over the bed at the waist. A blush burned your face, heat radiating against the soft sheets at how exposed you felt. Your heart raced even faster as both of his hands ran up the backs of your sensitive thighs.
“God, baby…” he moaned, placing one leg on the bed beside you, shifting his weight to hover above you. His hands roamed up your back, one grabbing a firm handful of your ass. You craned your neck to try to watch him, seeing him lick the ends of his fingers before teasing around your entrance. You moaned loudly when he pushed one long, calloused finger inside you, followed by a second. He slid them back and forth, curling them to rub and stretch you.
You allowed yourself to relax a bit into his touch, the knot in your stomach tightening pleasantly, followed by a startled gasp when he slid a third finger inside alongside the other two. The stretch was overwhelming, causing you to moan loudly and squirm beneath him, hips arcing up in an attempt to pull away from his intruding fingers. There was a small knot of excitement in your throat when he responded by throwing his long, lean-muscled leg over your knee, his free hand planted on your back to hold you in place. He wanted to touch you and made it clear that you would not be getting away.
The pace he set with his fingers was fast, his hand shaky as he build you up into a whimpering, sweating mess. You slid your hips back towards his touch enthusiastically, ignoring the slightly biting sting, burying your face in the sheets and earning a groan from him.
“I need it, honey. I need you so badly.” he huffed above you. Suddenly, you heard the sound of rustling fabric and a zipper being ripped down, barely registering the sound before he adjusted his position over you, standing again and gripping your hips.
Everything stood still for a moment. Barrows murmured something in your ear as he leaned over you, but you couldn’t hear him over the blood rushing in your ears. It sounded like the tide.
You flinched when he touched you initially, tense as the head of him began to part you, nervous against your best instincts. Though, thanks to his sweet, caring nature, it was clear that he was still trying to be gentle. He gave a small handful of shallow half-thrusts, working inside, already breathing heavily and gripping at you for dear life at the exertion. The anticipation made you quiver.
“Fuck me, daddy.” you whimpered.
You were hardly able to get the last words out before he’d sunk his teeth into your shoulder and slammed himself inside you to the hilt, causing you to yelp and fully collapse forward onto the bed. The throbbing ache between your legs was overwhelming as you were stretched around him, but you closed your eyes and breathed deep as he began to move. You whimpered beneath him, feeling his teeth grip even harder at your sounds.
His fingers against you were providing a lot of pleasure; it was really more of a matter of finding that pleasure through the sheer overstimulation of him on top of you. It was emerging, slowly but surely, a smoldering coal deep behind your naval. Your hips were rolling against the bed, uncoordinated but strong. He hummed in response to your movement. His lips kissed up the side of your neck roughly, inhaling the smell of you, of both of you, deeply. You mewled beneath him, goosebumps breaking out all over your body as the warmth in your belly burned brighter and brighter. His free hand traced up and down your sides, caressing you and groping handfuls of your hips and flanks.
A particularly sharp brush against you made you gasp sharply.
“More.” you breathed before you were even aware the words were on your tongue.
Barrows snarled in response, repeating the motion against your swollen flesh again and again until you were trembling uncontrollably and beginning to quake around him. His hips snapped against you even harder as he felt your release coming up on you, his free hand snaking up to knot in your hair, yanking your head up towards him gently, but firmly. You groaned at the way it made your back arch, slightly changing his angle of movement to be even more delicious.
“Daddy…” you warned, feeling the heat in your stomach on the verge of going white-hot, hips bucking harder against him.
The older ghoul bent down to nip at your neck once again, his breath hot in your ear, the sensation shooting like lightening down your spine and straight to the pool of heat you were both fanning between your thighs.
“Gonna cum for me?” he asked, his voice hot and gravelly in your ear.
You nodded as much as you were able against his strong grip in your hair, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You couldn’t find your voice in your dry throat.
His rough thumb circled you a few more times, just the right way, and that was the end. Suddenly you were riding waves of skin-crawling pleasure, clenching down on him like a vice, causing him to tense himself, his renewed grip on you bruising. You identify most of the words suddenly escaping your mouth. Through the haze of your orgasm, you could feel him swell even further and throb, signaling his own approaching release.
“Fuck, honey, you're gonna make me cum.” he gritted out between his tightly clenched teeth. Your face, already flushed with the pleasure and strain of your efforts, lit up like a Nuka-Cola sign at his filthy words, but another wave of pleasure hit you at the same time. You hardly ever heard Barrows curse in your presence, save for some very mild ‘damn’s and ‘hell’s. This was a very different experience, and you were way into it.
His hips continued with their brutal pace as his hands moved back to readjust you slightly, fully using you for his own pleasure now. You laid there, pliable and languid, riding out the final bursts of your orgasm and whimpering pathetically into the mattress. A sudden swat on your right ass cheek made you jerk forward in surprise, his hands grabbing you roughly by the shoulders and pulling you back, his teeth sinking into your back again as he suddenly buried his cock to the hilt and emptied himself inside you with a growl.
You moaned his name at the searing heat of his release filling you, thrashing instinctively in his steel grip, unsure if you were attempting to pull away or back further up against him. It earned you a deep rumble from his chest as he pumped the rest of himself inside of you, some leaking down your leg as he kissed across your back. The feeling of the mess thrilled you.
Several moments of calm, the first that had been had since you'd entered the room, passed before Barrows gingerly pulled himself back from you, withdrawing gently before, by the sound of it, discarding the rest of his clothes onto the floor behind you. You couldn’t move from where you were still draped over the mattress, breathing heavily into the soft sheets. Your body throbbed softly around nothing in his absence.
“Feeling alright?” he asked, almost joking as he ran a gentle hand up your spine.
“More than alright.” you sighed, struggling to pull yourself up to settle on your knees and look at him. He was sat beside you on the edge of the bed, completely naked, looking down at you with an expression you couldn’t fully decode. You could, however, detect a clear edge of worry in his blue eyes. One hand reached out to cup your face gently, his thumb sweeping across your warm cheek as the other hand moved up your side to gently touch the spot on your shoulder where he’d bitten you.
“I’m sorry I was so rough with you.” he said quietly, pulling you forward to inspect the spot for signs of more serious damage. “Are you hurting anywhere?”
"Oh, no, daddy. I'm perfectly fine." you japed, winking at him and cackling when he groaned miserably.
"You cannot tell anyone about that!" he insisted.
You flopped back onto your back, stretching like a spoiled cat in the sun and equally self-satisfied.
"I wouldn't dream of it. You know, as long as I can keep calling you that." you said.
His only response was to toss himself down beside you and grumble in agreement, pressing himself against you. The sound made you grin.
What an interesting revelation.
