come on! they’re all big, round, slightly sad. it’s a potent mixture for him to be treated as innocent and have a slight edge on coworkers. his eyes are rich, coated in apparent innocence…he always does everything right (he tries his best!).
fast forward, you’re in a position where he finally has a place to live in, to eat, to breathe—and it is showing. but you know what is still the same? his eyes. still big, still doe, eyeing someone with such innocence as if he’s naïve.
he’s anything but that.
those big eyes which makes him seem so pure to the world is a lie. you know it is, you’ve witnessed it. he is a liar.
you’re sat on his cock, slightly shaking and breathing after the heavy orgasm he pulled from you. his hands rest on your hips, gently massaging your soft skin, grounding you right back to the start.
as your eyes are still closed, he leans up, gently nuzzling his head into your neck. he pants into your shoulder, his hands on your hips becoming more firm. resolute.
“babe,” his head gently pushes yours, pushing your head up to look at him.
you give an owl blink, chest still slightly rising. he can still see your chest, nipples still slightly pebbled from all of the sucking he did. his dick is still hard.
“another?” he asks, eyes locking back onto yours intensely.
your eyebrows furrow, slightly squirming. “…i mean…i just came, den—“
“please?” his big eyes melt, gleaming under the bedroom light like a needy puppy. you should always spoil puppies, shouldn’t you?
you try not to let his eyes get you—you do still want more, heat coursing through your insides. but, still. he can’t win.
…after ten seconds, you’re defeated in the gaze of his eyes. you sigh in slight defeat, flushed, hands slowly placed back on his chest, moving up and down his chest and to his neck.
bingo.
“you’re so good to me, baby.” he moans quietly, raising you up on his cock, dropping you back down. his hands become more grabby, pulling your hips back onto him and he raises you up and down, and back again.
but—you’re already back to moaning. your head is thrown back, hands resting on his chest as if it gives you leverage. you look so beautiful.
…and, well, he thinks you should cum again after this time. he has to revel in your presence, your beauty. he can’t just do that in one round. not at all.
it’s decided. he doesn’t even have to worry—he’ll know you’ll comply. its the eyes! it works every-time.
he always wants to be between your thighs- at this point you can’t remember everywhere he’s eaten you out at because of how many times he’s dragged you into different rooms just to shove his tongue into your cunt. his hips rutting into nothing as his nose digs into your clit.
he’s a panty stealer too! he steals your pretty pink panties, burying his face into them and sniffing deeply, his cock hardening from just your scent alone. he pulls his pants down, hips stuttering into his grip as he imagines your pussy in front of him, his tongue laving over it. he cums with a gasp, white ropes messily coating his fist and cock. oh well, he’ll just fuck you later, maybe even eat you out for dessert?
content: 18+, SMUT, MINORS DNI, DUBCON, alcohol consumption, sexual acts under the influence, explicit language, oral sex (male receiving), Jack Abbot catches you in the act (kind of), guys I am addicted to writing drunk Dennis lmk if you want more
summary: Alcohol makes you horny. Good thing your boyfriend, Dennis Whitaker, is here to help!
The music sounds muffled in the refuge of Jack Abbot’s guest bathroom. You've been hiding in here for around twenty minutes now, sitting on the counter and staring at yourself in the mirror. Even with all the alcohol in your system, mingling with Dennis’s coworkers feels overwhelming.
This isn't the first work-related party he’s dragged you to, so you've met them all a number of times. It’s just that your social battery has run out completely.
The only person you can even fathom being around right now is Dennis, who’s somewhere downstairs.
The thought of your boyfriend drifts drunkenly through your mind, and a smile creeps across your face as you pull out your phone to text him.
You: Denny
Dennis: Yeah baby?
You: where r u
Dennis: In thekitchen
Dennis: Trinity spilled wine on me :(
Dennis: I smell like wine
You: not on the new shirt I got u
You: duck
You: fuck
You: you looked so good in it
You: I'm in the bathroom upstairs
You: need ur help
Dennis: oh shit
Dennis: Do u need a tampon or something?
You: No lol. Just get up here
You: I can help u clean ur shirt
A few minutes pass before there’s a knock at the door, and you open it to see him barely standing outside. To be honest, you’re surprised he even made his way upstairs. When you’d left him earlier, he was really, really drunk.
“Hi, baby,” he coos, stumbling through the door and wrapping his arms around you. He squeezes a little too tightly, but you know he means well. You kick the door shut behind him.
“Denny,” you murmur, feeling something wet seep into the front of your shirt, and you pull back just enough to look down at it.
His eyes follow yours and land on the wet spot on your chest, exposing the lace bra hidden beneath your white shirt.
“Fuck. I'm sorry.” His hands hover before your chest like he wants to help, but he’s far too panicked to do anything.
“It's okay, really. It's just a stupid shirt.”
“No, it's not.” He begins to tug off his own shirt to give to you. “Here—”
“Dennis!” you exclaim, pulling it back down. “Don't you remember? Your shirt is stained too.”
“Oh, right.”
When you pull his shirt back down over his head, his hair is mussed and his cheeks are flushed pink.
He returns his attention to the stain blooming across your breasts. “My eyes are up here.” Your fingers snap wildly in front of his face. “Do you even know why I called you up here?”
He blinks, trying to focus. “No. I mean—should I know?”
“I told you to come up here because I want you to fuck me.”
His mouth goes dry—opening as if to speak, but nothing comes out. He stands rigid with his fingers clawing at the inside of his pockets.
“I mean… unless you don't want to.” The tone of voice in which you speak is teasing and coated with devilish mirth.
“No,” he says—too quickly, saucer-eyed from your words. “I mean yes. Fuck. Yes, I want to.”
You waste no time, undoing the buttons of his jeans at an impressive rate. You slam his back against the door, eliciting a low grunt to escape his lips. His neck strains upon the wood as soon as you kneel down in front of him.
His jeans pool at his ankles. His eyes wire shut at the feeling of you palming him over his underwear. The alcohol in his system gives him a wonderfully heady feeling, intensifying the pleasure that rushes to his hard cock.
He thinks he might've died and went to heaven as he feels he’s on the cusp of an orgasm, and he snaps back to his senses before it's too late.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he shrills, reaching out to stop the movement of your hands. “If you don't stop that, I'm gonna come—”
“Can't have that,” you say, clicking your tongue as you pull his underwear down, freeing his reddened cock. “I think I’d rather have it in my mouth.”
“But—I thought you wanted to—”
He stops mid-sentence when he feels the warmth of your mouth envelop the pink tip of his cock. His body jerks at the sensation, his head thumping against the wooden door. His fingers tremble in your hair, trying not to pull at it as you throat his dick.
He looks down at you—looking up at him with wide, watery eyes. “Holy shit,” he rasps, hot static traveling rapidly from his lower belly to his pelvis. When his tip hits the back of your throat just right—causing you to choke—pathetic whimpers come spilling from his mouth.
Your fingers explore upward his body, running through the blonde tuft of hair on his pelvis and underneath his shirt, feeling the coiled plane of his stomach. His breath catches when you apply light pressure just above his pubic bone, sending him over the edge.
“Holy fuck. Oh my God. I'm gonna—” He moans, high and faltering, unintentionally tugging at your hair. “I'm gonna come. Fuck, I'm gonna come."
He does just as he says, hips shuddering against the door as he spills his load deep into your throat. Your pace slows, gently working him through his orgasm.
You continue to slowly suck him off until he's done squirming—movement brought down to only a slight tremble of his hands. You pop off his length, rubbing his bare thighs before pulling up his garments and returning to your feet.
“Good?” you ask with a shit-eating grin.
“Yeah,” says Dennis, mouth still agape as he tries to catch his breath. “Really fucking good. Thank you.”
You laugh. “You're welcome, baby.” You pull him in for a kiss, darting your tongue out to let him taste himself. A trail of saliva connects your mouths when you withdraw from him, and you use your thumb to swipe it away.
“I love you,” he says with a grin, his large blue eyes staring deeply into yours.
“I love you, too.” You smile. “Now, button up your pants before anyone notices we're gone.”
He works at his pants while you make your way over to the mirror, making yourself look as presentable as possible before opening the bathroom door.
So much for being inconspicuous—as you're greeted by Jack Abbot’s smiling face standing before the door.
“Never thought I would have to wait an hour to use my own damn bathroom,” he jokes, clearly unbothered by you using his guest bathroom to give your boyfriend a blowjob.
You look over at Dennis, whose face is somehow more flushed than before. Good thing Dennis works the day shift.
Warnings: smut, masturbating, p in v, kinda sub Dennis, Dennis wants reader to stop because he's scared of Robby (he enjoys it), unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (f and m receiving), praise, a pinch of degradation, spanking, fluff, Whitaker is really caring and sweet (ugh I love him so much), vouyerisum, a bit of inexperienced Whitaker, mentions of a minnor injury, mentions of blood.
Summary: You end up living with Whitaker after your dad asks him to house-sit. He was very clear about the rules before he left, and how you were strictly off limits. But some feelings aren't easy to control.
This was in my drafts and I somehow finished it. I'm stuck on the second part of Payback, so I'll probably be dropping fics until I can finally finish it a nd post it, but it's definitely coming.
"WHAT?!" You shriek at your father, who just told you that Whitaker is going to house sit while he goes on his three-month-long midlife crisis.
"Why are you freaking out? You won't have to come over to water the plants and get the mail" He says dismisively, looking back at the TV. Is he crazy? Did he forget?
You stare at him, completely dumbfounded. "You forgot, didn't you?"
"Forget what?" He says chuckling
"That I don't have an apartment this year." He turns his head slowly, his eyes widen like he's seen a ghost.
"Fuck." You shake your head. You're starting your clinical year, so you don't need to be that close to campus anymore and you have decided to live at home. "I can tell him to forget it."
You sigh, "No, it's okay, Dad. I'm pretty sure he's relieved he gets to save some money on rent, plus it'll be nice not to be alone here."
"Are you sure?" You nod.
The next day, he told Whitaker about the change of plans. After his shift, you went to pick up your father. He told you to wait for him in the staff lounge. You're scrolling on your phone when Whitaker comes in. You can't help but look him up and down; you've always thought he was cute, but he has gotten stronger; you knew he's been living with Santos, and right now, you can tell, he doesn't have the childish haircut he had last year. You give him a warm smile, which he responds to.
"Didn't expect to see you here" He says taking a seat in front of you
"I have to pick up your boss." You laugh
"Umm, he told me about the situation with your apartment. It's okay if you don't want me there; the last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable, especially in your own house." He's scratching the back of his neck.
"Oh no! Not at all. I would love the company. To be honest, Dad was supposed to be home so we could spend time together. This sabbatical was a last-minute impulse of his." Santos opens the door and both of you snap up to look at her.
"Huckleberry! Robby is looking for you; he needs help with a patient." He nods and immediately gets up and walks out the door. You scoff. This is why you hate picking him up. You make your way to the ambulance bay. After a couple of minutes, your dad's next to you.
"Did you talk to Whitaker?"
"I did. He's staying." You see him nod.
Today is the day your dad is leaving. He was supposed to leave last night, but after you were nagging at him that it was late and a stupid decision, he agreed to leave the next day. Whitaker is there, Robby's explaining everything about the house rules and he also wants to have a talk with him.
"Those are all the basic rules. Now I do want to talk with you, regarding a really important matter, so I need you to pay attention." His voice is dark and his face is stern. Dennis almost shits his pants right there. "The only reason why I'm letting you live here alone with my daughter for three months is because I trust you. I told you that you can't have people over, but that doesn't mean that my daughter is a backup for whatever need you may have." Robby put his hands over his eyes. "If I somehow find out there's some funny business going on, I will personally escort you to the emergency room. Got it?" Dennis swallows hard. This isn't the same Robby who gave him advice on setting boundaries with Amy yesterday.
"Yes, I understand." He nods quickly. He's regretting agreeing to this, but you were so sweet and he didn't want you to be alone in the house. He also thinks you're cute, and if he were confident enough and you weren't his boss's daughter, he would've definitely slept with you by now, and even try to be in a relationship.
"Alright," He walks into the house, where you're making sure he packed everything he might need. "Okay, honey, I'm leaving." He picks up the bag and gives you a kiss and a hug. "Be careful, if anything happens, call Jack, and also call me. I'll try to get home as soon as possible." You nod "I love you"
"I love you too, Daddy." You let him go and follow him to the door. As soon as you see him drive away, tears begin to fall from your eyes. Dennis can't help but hug you and try to calm you down.
"Hey, it's okay. He'll be back soon." You nod, you knew your father needed this, but you were scared of him being by himself.
You get home and call out for Whitaker as soon as you walk through the door. It's been a month already, and things have been going great. Dennis helps you cook, clean, takes care of the backyard, and he's amazing company; the only thing is that he barely makes any noise, and you forget he's there. When you confirm that you're alone, you go take a shower and decide to start making dinner for the two of you. After an hour, you see him walk through the door. He looks exhausted; today was supposed to be his day off, but by the looks of it, he went to Amy's.
"You okay? You look horrible." You giggle
He opens the fridge and gets some water. "I had to spend the entire day fixing fences and also babysitting." The comment made you roll your eyes. When your dad told you about the situation, you thought it was sweet that he was helping her out, but now you noticed that he was right. She's depending too much on him; he has to go over after he's done with his shift instead of being able to rest. You feel...jealous.
You nod, "Maybe you should listen to advice." Your tone is a bit snappy, and he looks down at his shoes. "You need to rest to be able to do your job correctly; you could get sued." Denni's eyes widen. Yes, he knew that at some point in his career, that was inevitable, but he had never thought that helping Amy could be a reason.
"I just feel bad and I'm not sure how to let her know that I'm done." His hand runs through his hair and you can't help but stare. You look away to the pan before he notices
"Just be honest. I think it's sweet you were willing to help, but she can't expect you to just volunteer at the farm for the rest of your life, unless there's a chance that you might develop a relationship with her." You lower your voice for the last part of the sentence, you don't want to sound like you're trying to be all up in his business, and you're also afraid of the answer.
"Oh! No, no. No relationship." You can't help but slightly smile at that.
"Well, that's a bigger reason for you to break things off. So you can focus on meeting people, if that's what you want, and also her. You just need to tell her the truth, that your career comes first and that helping her is just too much for you to handle. She needs to figure something out; she has kids."
He lets out a sigh, and his fingers pinch the bridge of his nose. "You're right, I just want to help her fix most of the things that I know she can't, and then it's over." You nod and smile at him; he's too good for his own good.
A couple of weeks have passed and you can finally admit to yourself that you have a huge crush on Dennis. He has brought you your favorite ice cream, just because and he has cooked for you some of your favorite meals when he sees you're a bit down. He changed the oil in your car when you asked him if he could go with you to the shop, because it made you uncomfortable to go alone, and hung a shelf in your room when he saw you trying to do it. All of these simple tasks have completely changed your view of him, so you've been trying to get his attention, wearing really short pajama pants and really thin shirts, like some sort of desperate teenager. You wake up to the sound of the lawnmower, it's 8:00 am, and you were looking forward to sleeping late today, your classes start soon, so you want to take advantage of the last weeks of freedom. You look out your window and what you saw knocked out the sleep you had left. Dennis was mowing the lawn, shirtless, the sun was hitting his skin and you could see each muscle in his back and arms. You felt a tingle go straight down to your pussy. You were so needy; it's been a while since you had sex. Yes, you had toys to take care of your needs, but you were at a point where you needed actual human contact. You decided to go down, not even bothering to cover up. You make your way over to the door that leads to the backyard and stand there calling him. When he turns to you, he gives you a smile
"Morning" You smile back at him. "I didn't wake you, did I?"
You shake your head, you weren't going to make him feel bad after he was helping. "You want some breakfast?"
He nods, "I'm almost done, maybe in like 20 minutes." You nod and head back inside. You start making breakfast and you can't help but think about how good he looks. After 20 minutes, he was inside, sitting down and eating. "Thank you. I could've made myself something"
"Don't worry." You sit next to him and start eating. If you weren't so focused on your email, you would've seen the way he looked at you up and down and how he had to put the shirt he was using to clean his sweat on his lap. "I thought you had work today."
"I covered a double, so I'm free today and tomorrow" You nod
"What about Amy? Does she know?" You tried to sound as normal as possible
"I didn't tell her. I wanted to relax today," He says, taking both of your plates and going to the sink.
You laugh, "Yet you were mowing the lawn." He blushes as he looks at you with a shy expression. "I'll do the dishes. Why don't you take a shower and go to sleep, or lie in bed or on the couch, just do nothing today, rest." He giggles.
"Are you sure?" You nod and get up "Okay" you start cleaning and organizing the kitchen. You head back to your room to take care of your little problem. On the way to your room, you were focused on finding some porn that would be worth enough to watch, and as soon as you entered your room, you found it. You closed the door, or you thought you did, but it was left a bit open. Enough that if you looked, you'd see directly to your bed. You looked into your drawer and pulled out your vibrator. You took off all of your clothes and lay face up on the bed, legs spread open. You started to play the video, trying to "warm up" a bit more, not that it was necessary; you started pinching and rolling your nipples, and a loud gasp left your mouth. After a couple of minutes, your hand made its way down to your pussy. You rubbed a few slow circles on your clit and ran your fingers down to your entrance; you were embarrassingly wet. You took the vibrator and it buzzed to life. As soon as it touched your puffy clit a loud moan left your lips, not worrying if Whitaker heard you. If you hadn't been so worried about getting off, you would've seen a pair of blue eyes looking at you.
Dennis was about to shower when he remembered he had left his phone in the kitchen. He went over to get and when he was coming back to finally shower, he heard you gasp. He almost knocked and asked if you were okay, but since the door was cracked, he decided to take a peek, in case it was nothing. But what he saw knocked the air out of him. You were fully naked, pinching and rolling your nipples, legs spread open. He could clearly see your pussy, his pants started to feel tight, he tried to snap out of it and go shower, but his feet wouldn't move. When he saw your hand touch and spread your pussy he had to cover his mouth. You were wet, he could see your pussy glistening and his hand went down to rub his cock over his pants. When he heard you moan as soon as the vibrator touched your clit he sucked in a breath. You looked so good, he debated on walking in and fucking you right there. He wasn't dumb; he noticed you started wearing really short pajamas and really flimsy shirts, none of which left anything to the imagination, in front of him, but Robby's words were echoing in his head. The warning had been clear. And now he felt disgusted with himself. He trusted you to be around his daughter and here you are, looking at her touching herself and hearing her pretty moans, without her knowing. A loud and breathy fuck left your lips and Dennis's eyes snapped towards you again. You were close, your back arched off the bed, your legs tightened and the hand that was holding your phone, which was long gone, fisted the sheets. More moans, desperate "please" and "fuck" left your lips and then with a quiet gasp and a shriek, you came, your legs were shaking and you dropped the vibrator on the bed. Your chest was heaving up and down, but Dennis wasn't ready for what you were about to do. Your hand slipped down, rubbing your slit and then two fingers disappeared into your cunt, his breath hitched; he wanted to cum so bad; it had been a while. Then you put your fingers in your mouth, moaning at the taste of yourself, licking them clean and Dennis couldn't take it anymore. He made his way quietly to the bathroom, where he fisted his cock and came harder than ever. After his high wore off, he looked in the mirror; horror was written all over his face. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to live there with you after what he saw and act like nothing happened.
After you calmed down from your little alone time, you got up and took a shower. You don't think you've ever came that hard from the vibrator, but you were sure thinking of Dennis fucking you helped. After getting dressed, you went downstairs. You didn't see Dennis the rest of the day. You decided to start making dinner and put on some music, not too loud, so you wouldn't wake him up. You were chopping some vegetables when his voice startled you, and the knife cut your finger; a sharp pain ran through all the way through your arm.
"FUCK!" As soon as you dropped the knife on the counter, he ran next to you, prying your hand out of the injured finger.
"Shit! I'm so sorry. Let me see." His voice was desperate and full of worry; he felt absolutely horrible. Blood covered your finger and hand and he couldn't see the cut. He turned on the water and then grabbed your hand. He asked you to move your finger, and then pinched the skin around the cut. "Okay, everything seems intact, let's rinse it." He tightened the grip on your hand when you moved it back as soon as the water touched the cut. "I know it stings." His voice is calm and comforting, "Is there a first aid kit around here?"
You nod, "It's under the sink, in the bathroom on the hall"
"Ok, keep your finger there. I'll be right back." You see him run to the bathroom and he quickly comes back. He starts washing the skin around the cut, and you lightly flinch. "I'm sorry, I have to clean it, I'll be gentle." You nod. "Ok, I'll turn off the water; it'll start bleeding again, so I'll apply some pressure." Your phone rings, it's your dad. You answer and put it on speaker.
"Hey daddy"
"Hey baby"
"Fuck! Whitaker, that hurts!" A high pitch yelp leaves your mouth and you're dad almost has a heart attack"
"WHAT?!" Dennis looks like a deer in headlights, he saw his entire flash before his eyes as soon as he hear Robby's tone.
"She cut her finger. I'm applying some pressure."
"Is it deep?" Your dad immediately went into doctor mode
"No, nothing some steri strips can't fix."
"Alright, baby, text me when you finish over there, okay?"
"Okay, bye," He hung up. "Dennis, it's throbbing."
"Okay, let's lift it; five minutes should do the trick." He walks a bit closer to you and guides your hand to rest on top of his shoulder, while still applying pressure. Your heart almost stops beating. He's so close and you can feel heat rush to your face. He looks at you, and a little smile appears on his face. "Is that better?"
"Yes, much better." You give him a shy smile, his blue eyes are focused on your face and you can see them move to your mouth and then back up to your eyes. His thumb starts caressing your skin, and you feel like you've stopped breathing. Whether he was doing it on purpose or unconsciously, you didn't know and you didn't care.
He did it on purpose, even putting your hand over his shoulder. He wanted you, but he couldn't have you, so he would take any opportunity that was given to him to drive you crazy.
Five minutes passed and he gently removed your hand from his shoulder. He slowly lifts the gauze to make sure the bleeding has stopped. He stares at it, and then he takes another gauze.
"I'm going to dry the area. If it hurts, let me know?"
"Okay," He cleans the skin thoroughly and gently. Your dad was never that gentle.
"All done. I'm going to put these on now. Try to be as still as possible" He starts pinching the edges of your cut together and then puts on the strips. When he's done, he smiles at your finger. "Looks like nothing ever happened." You pull your hand from his grip and inspect the area. It really looks nice and you smile. He grabs your hand back, applies some ointment to it, and covers it with some gauze and tape. "All done! Keep it dry until tomorrow and the stitches will fall on their own." He starts putting away the thing he used.
"Will do! Thank you, Dr. Whitaker." He felt a jolt of electricity travel to his dick; he didn't know why. But the way you said it did something to him.
He turns and gives you a smile. "How about we buy some food?" He wanted to avoid you, but he felt bad, it was his fault you cut your finger.
"I would like that"
"Perfect, I'll go change." You run to your room to get ready, then go eat, joking and talking about whatever comes to mind. You're actually enjoying your night, but you've noticed that Dennis keeps looking at you up and down. You try to shake it off, you're probably just overthinking it because you want him really bad. You head home and sit to watch some TV, until you decide to go to bed. You repeated what you did that morning, but unfortunately for Dennis, this time the door was fully closed. He waited with his ear to the door. He was about to give up when he heard you moan. A smirk appeared on his face and he felt his cock get hard. His hand made its way into his pants and with every moan that left your mouth, he gave his cock a squeeze and a light tug. After you came, he went to his room and took care of his problem. The next day, he woke up early and went over to his apartment. He needed to keep his distance from you. He sent you a text telling you where he was, you were a bit disappointed that you were by yourself that day. You've gotten used to having him around.
The next two weeks were definitely weird. You noticed he was avoiding you; he barely looked at you when he talked to you and it was just to check on your cut. He was also spending more time in his apartment. You have no idea if it had anything to do with Amy, but you were getting annoyed with the situation. Your friends picked you up, you were going out for drinks. After they dropped you off, you headed inside, definitely tipsy and feeling bold. You saw Dennis sitting on the couch, you lowered your shirt, showing your cleavage, and you made your way over to him. He definitely heard you come in, but he didn't bother looking at the door; it annoyed you.
"Hi," You said happily, putting your arms on the armrest and pushing out your tits.
He looked at you and you saw his eyes widen quickly when he saw your chest. "Oh, hi. I thought you were going to be out a little longer."
You let out a sigh. "I was. But I changed my mind." Your eyes trailed his body up and down, and you swore you saw a small tent appear in his pants. Your eyes focused on that spot and he chuckled slightly and straightened himself up.
"I see," He looked back at the TV, and you weren't going to be ignored.
"Did I do something wrong?" You say as you stand in front of him, brows furrowing. He looks at you in confusion. "You've been ignoring me and leaving. Are you seeing Amy again?" You cross your arms; that's clearly none of your business, but you couldn't bear the thought of him spending so much time with another girl.
He lets out a breath, "No, I'm not seeing Amy. And you didn't do anything wrong; it's me who can do something wrong." You had an idea of what he was referring to, but you were definitely going to find out exactly what he meant. He leans his head back as he runs his hands through his face. You quickly get on his lap, straddling him, his head snaps up and his hands go straight to your hips to try to push you off of him. You grab his wrist and grind down on his lap, his cock getting harder by the second. "I-We- You need to get off."
"Why?" You get closer, and you whisper in his ear: "You're clearly enjoying it?" He lets out a whimper, and you swear you almost passed out right there. You move your face to look at him, one of his hands grabs the back of your head and pushes your lips against his. You can't help but moan and his hips buck up. He pulls back
"I can't do this, Robby wi-"
"He's not here and he won't find out. Please, Dennis, I need you." You move to kiss and lick his neck. His fingers grab your hair and pull your head back, exposing your neck. He gives you an open-mouth kiss that makes you gasp.
"Let's go to your room then." His voice is low and sends a shiver down your spine. You giggle and get up. You grab his hand and guide him to your room. He closes the door behind him and pulls you over to him. His lips attack your lips and make their way to your neck, nipping the skin. You start walking backwards to your bed until the back of your knees hit the bed. "Wa-wait," You pull back and look at him. "I haven't really done this." Your eyes widen "that much. I don't want to make you waste your time."
"It's okay, I don't mind and I heard you're a fast learner." It's not like you're an expert either, you had a situashionship (which didn't last long) at the beginning of your undergrad and you've hooked up a couple of times with Jesse. You give him a reassuring smile and he smiles back. He starts taking off his clothes, your mouth waters at the sight, his pink tip has a fat bead of precum on it and the veins on his cock make you press your thighs together. Then takes off your clothes, leaving you in your underwear; you weren't wearing a bra and he licked his lips.
"Lie down." You do as you're told, he lies on top of you, his hand immediately lands on your breast, kneading while he kisses you. You bite his lips and as soon as he gasps, your tongue invades his mouth. His cock is pressed against your thigh and you can feel the precum on your skin. His mouth moves directly to one of your nipples, one of his hands preventing him from putting his body weight on you, while the other caresses your side. His hot mouth feels amazing. Your hands fly to his hair. He sucks, licks, and bites your nipple until it feels raw, and then he moves to the other one, doing the same thing. When he's satisfied, he starts trailing kisses down your stomach until he reaches your clothed pussy. He gives it a few kisses, making you whine. His fingers hook to the side and pull them down. He spreads your legs and a moan leaves his lips as soon as he sees your bare, wet pussy spread open for him. "Can I?" He asks shyly, and you nod. "I'm not sure how to do it. The girl I was with didn't let me. " There's clear embarrassment in his voice; you give him a warm smile.
"I can guide you." He nods, you feel nervous and excited, you've never had to teach a guy how to eat you out before, but you're definitely not complaining. "Give it a nice slow lick," He moans as soon as his tongue touches your slit and you gasp. "Fuck, keep going, baby." After a while, he was more comfortable with his actions.
"I can do it by myself now," He mumbles with his face buried in you. You were expecting him to do the same movements over and over, but he sucked your clit. Your legs tried to close and he pushed them away. He started sucking and flicking it with his tongue. You were starting to moan until a particularly hard suck made you scream and pull away. "Shit, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
"It's okay. Keep going, what you were doing before felt really good." He nodded and you pushed his head back between your legs. "You can add a finger now." Without pulling his mouth away, you felt a finger run up and down your slit, before he pushed it inside slowly. "Yes, now move it in and out." He follows your order and you start feeling yourself getting closer. "Fuck, I'm close." A whine left your lips and he pulled away, his finger was still moving inside you.
"I don't want you coming yet." You feel another finger prod at your entrance. He pushes inside and the stretch makes your back arch. "You like that, baby?" You nod, his words making you dizzy. He curls his fingers up, hitting the spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. And his mouth attaches to your clit again. "I want you to come all over my fingers and my mouth, please." You're gripping the sheets harder than ever, his licks speed up and before you know it, you're cumming. He holds you down.
"Fuck, it's too much," But he doesn't stop, your moans flood the room, and you're trying to pull away, but he's too strong.
"That's a good girl." He finally removes his fingers from inside you and lies next to you. You take his hand and press his fingers over his lips.
"Lick them, clean baby. Be a good boy for me." Where did this side of you come from? You don't know. He opens his mouth and you see his tongue lap up at the mess you left on his fingers. When you decide he's had enough, you make your way down and take half of his cock into your mouth, the taste of his precum floods your mouth, and you moan. You start moving your head up and down, while jerking the part of his cock that doesn't fit. He fists your hair and guides your movements, making you suck him faster until he pulls you off.
"I'm not going to be able to fuck you if you keep doing that." You smile at him and get on all fours on the bed, making sure that your chest is against the mattress. He groans at the sight and he quickly gets up and positions himself behind you. He taps his cock on your ass before he rubs it up and down your wet slit. You push back. "So fucking desperate. You're so beautiful."
"Please." You whimpered, your head felt fuzzy and you just wanted him to fuck you. You felt a sharp slap on your ass, followed by three more. Before you could say something else, he pushed himself completely inside you, you tensed up and felt the air get knocked out of your lungs. He was big. He started moving, slowly letting you get adjusted to the intrusion. He rubs your hips gently.
"You need to relax for me." You let out a breath, and you feel your muscles relax. "You're doing really well. That's it. I got you, baby." You let out a moan.
"Faster." You popped your ass back a bit more, and he felt even deeper. His hips start moving faster.
"Is this what you wanted? Is this what came to your mind every night you used your vibrator?" You let out a gasp. How did he know all that?
"Wh-"
"You need to make sure your door is completely closed next time you want to act like a slut. Unless you wanted to purposely give me a free show." He smacks your ass again, harder than before. His pace quickens, you can't think, moans and gasps are the only things that are coming out of your mouth and his. His grip on your hips is hard, his nails dig into your skin, giving you a bit of pain that makes you focus back on him fucking you.
"You should've come in and fucked me right there."
"Fuck, trust me, I wanted to so fucking bad." You moan.
"I wanted you to fill me up so bad."
"Shit! You need to shut up"
"Why? You know you want to. Let go, baby, cum deep inside me." His moans get louder, you start fucking yourself on his cock.
"I'm about to cum" His hips start stuttering
"You're so deep inside my pussy, baby. Be a good boy and cum for me." That was it, his moans got louder and his thrusts turned sloppy until he was barely able to move; he felt like he had been hit by a truck. He let out a bunch of groans and whimpers when you wouldn't stop moving yourself on his cock, milking him dry. Until he almost collapsed on top of you. He pulled out and plopped himself next to you. You started peppering kisses all over his face, and he wrapped his arms around you. You went to the bathroom to clean yourself up, and then you came back with a warm, wet towel to clean him. As soon as the towel made contact with his dick, he flinched. "I know it's sensitive, baby. I'll be careful." You finally cleaned him up and went back to him. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed you into his chest. "Are you okay?" You asked, nuzzling into his warm chest.
"Yes. You? I probably wasn't that good." You couldn't help but giggle.
"You were amazing."
"I'm sorry, I was avoiding you. I just really like you and your dad trusted me, and I fucked up. He's goi-" You put your hand over his mouth, you knew exactly what he was going to say
"Hey, it's okay, really. And for the record, I like you too." He sighs and a bitter smile appears on his face. He wanted to ask you out.
"I would love for you to be my girlfriend but Robby wo-"
You kiss him. "My father is just going to have to get over it."
"So is that a yes?" You nod, he gives you a kiss, and you hug him. How are you going to tell him you both broke his rules, you don't know, you'll cross that bridge when you get there.
Ughhhh, I can't stop thinking about inexperienced, whiny Whitaker who gets all embarrassed the second you touch his leaking cock because he doesn't last more than two minutes :(
You don't even get to taste him, just sitting beside him on the couch and pressed to his side, watching those beautiful features change expressions with every passing second.
One moment he's scowling, the next his mouth is open and eyes are shut while you leave wet, open-mouthed kisses along his pulse and up the side of his throat.
Your hand keeps at the back of his neck, fingers slipping into the soft hair while your other rubs him through his boxers. He's already making a mess of the cotton, precome leaking through to leave sticky streaks on your fingers and his body language is letting you know that he won't last long.
Poor guy is already a whimpering mess for you. So you don't waste time.
You drag his needy erection out into your hand and fuck, it's pretty. On the slimmer side but big enough to fill both hands in length, warm in your palm and already slick with anticipation.
It makes your mouth water. You never thought you'd say a man's cock could look this.. pretty but it does and it fits him, just like that stupidly pretty face of his.
So you start jerking him off torturously slow at first and his sea-glass eyes snap open like he can't believe he got this lucky. As though he still doesn't understand how it's you touching him like this, that he gets to have this.
God, he looks so good when he's needy like that at your mercy and you can't take your eyes off him.
Your hand moves easier with the slick, sliding up and down his length while your thumb drags over the tip and presses at the slit, smearing the wetness there before you work it back down again. He's already dripping over your palm and every time you squeeze a little harder, he makes another broken sound that goes straight between your legs.
The noises he makes are pure fucking euphoria, getting louder by the second and making you speed up just to hear more of it. At this point, you might as well add auralism to the list of things Dennis Whitaker made you discover since you two started sleeping together.
Then, you lean in to kiss from his collarbone up to his jaw and that's when he starts sighing your name in prayer. The irony huh, Dr. Whitaker sounds like he's begging to be saved.
Before you even really register it, it's been barely two minutes when his hips jerk up and a guttural moan tears out of him. He comes in your hand with no warning, white spunk glazing your skin as you drag your hand up over the tip to gather as much as you can.
When you turn back to look at him, his eyes are squeezed shut, bliss still written all over his face for a few stunned seconds before panic catches up to him. He starts apologizing right away, babbling about not lasting long enough but you don't let him spiral for long.
Instead you lift your fingers to your mouth and lick each one clean while he watches like he's been turned to stone and the sight of it seems to calm him down just a little.
Fucking hell, that's the prettiest shade of sapphire once his eyes darken, giving away every filthy thought already creeping through his mind as he watches you taste him like that.
Don't worry though, he will make it up to you.
He begs you to ride his face, moaning into your dripping cunt like a man possessed, so caught up he doesn't even notice when you shatter into the most intense orgasm of your life cause that man is STARVED.
His mouth works you like he's trying to swallow you whole.
He laps at every slick inch, flicking his tongue hard over your folds and then pressing flat to drag it slowly along your slit, sucking greedily while swirling his tongue around your clit. Teasing the tip with soft nibbles, he slurps the wetness dripping down and licks deep, pushing his tongue as far as he can inside your warmth while hollowing his cheeks around you.
The soft flesh of your hips is being bruised by his grip as he is pathetically grinding you against his face because to him the already existing and pleasing suffocation doesn't seem to be enough. All while his erection throbs uselessly beneath him, ignored and aching but truth be told, he doesn't give a fuck.
Not when your whines are spilling over the room and your juices smear up to his nose and down to his chin. Not when your body trembles uncontrollably with the overstimulation he's giving you, gasping and begging for every desperate little motion you can get out of him.
''Was that all right?'' Whitaker then asks, sounding so fucking wrecked and out of breath but barely moving his mouth from your inner thigh when finds the words to finally speak, hoping that you'll only nod so he can go right back to it.
His big puppy eyes go half-lidded with lips swollen and red, the aftermath glistening his face and he still looks so damn unsure that maybe you're only moaning his name so loud because he wasn't doing it right.
Silly man.
As if he didn't just make your knees quake so hard you had to clutch the headboard for dear life to stay upright, that ecstasy stretching far longer than it ever had before and all under a man who refuses to let you come down from the high because he's just so fucking greedy that he needs to take every damn drop your body can produce.
How could you ever refuse those eyes staring up at you like that?
HOW YOU MET + WHAT IT'S LIKE DATING VAMPIRE!DENNIS HEADCANONS.
cw: period sex mention, blood obvi, biting kink 18+
vampire!dennis who was not born from a family lineage of vampires, but was actually turned into a vampire in his first year of medical school at 21, so he's practically a baby in vampire years. he ended up dropping out for a year before joining back after being so conflicted and gaining the courage to join back. it's always conflicting when he has to visit the family farm on family reunion's due to his superior strength that he would've never had when he was younger, ironically estranging him more than he was from them anyway. god forbid his brothers be clumsy and spill beans or rice and he has to pick them up.
the religious aspect becomes even worse, as he can only stare at the crucifixes he used to adorn onto his neck as a pledge to the Lord, only to look at it in fear, as its everlasting divinity would only now scorn his rough hands.
regardless, vampire!dennis vows two things when becoming an intern to Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Centre: to never drink human blood straight from the source, and to never date a co-worker. the blood part he could abide by, and originally he was never going to steal the blood in the first place, but after being splashed with it on his first day of being an intern, he couldn't help himself and proceeded to steal blood bags and bring them to his 'apartment', possibly even drinking it on the job if he's desperate.
then, he met you at a bar that his co-workers decided to take him to after a hard shift. vampire!dennis couldn't help but gawk at you from afar, drinking his blood-orange margarita. and lord knew he could not fathom a sentence for the life of him when you came up to him for the first time. you complimented his curls, slightly ruffled from a rough day at work, but really his eyes were what took you in. the brightest of powder blue's that looked like they read every inch of you, when really they were possessed by a diffident hemovore whose heart would be beating erratically if he had one.
one charm led to another and you were soon the girlfriend of vampire!dennis whitaker, who was disgustingly devoted to you but morbidly insecure of you finding out he was a vampire and could only tell you on call because he was so viscerally embarrassed. thankfully, you were amongst the weirdos who were into vampires and was happy to find out that you were into the thought of dating a vampire.
vampire!dennis who finally broke his first vow and bit you after you offered, and quite frankly has never drunk any other's blood since. your taste was so decadent to him that it was practically a sustenance that he could only grow addicted to.
vampire!dennis who is SUCH a kisser!! neck kisses (which usually means he's hungry), ankle kisses, hand kisses, which are very common, because he cannot help but express his gratitude for you loving a creature such as him. on that note also, he will always say 'i love you more', because he does. no human's love could ever compare to the devotion of a vampire.
vampire!dennis who gets obscenely horny when he sucks your blood and ruts into your thigh like a dog, getting way too into it, lost in a daze, pupils blown out as your blood fills his tongue. 9 times out of 10, he'll eat you out (spelling out his name) and fuck you for ages after, babbling 'thank you'.
on top of that, vampire!dennis is usually a service dom but the more you starve him whether out of annoyance or sadism, will grow increasingly submissive until he can't take it anymore, bursting through the door of your home after you let him in. he'll drop to his knees so hard it genuinely makes a thud and his hands cusp yours, begging and begging to feed off of you, borderline crying. "pleasepleaseplease baby i'll be so good for you i promise just one bite please, i can't take it anymore please—" he'd consistently ramble non-stop until you have to pull him up and you don't even make it to the bed.
vampire!dennis who is so much stronger than you think and it is the biggest turn on ever. being a vampire has it's perks, because there's nothing more that puts a smile (and maybe a chuckle if he's bitchy/bratty) on whitaker's face than to watch you squirm like a mouse and claw at his back like a vice as he snaps his hips against you so beautifully.
"feel good, baby?"
"mhm, dennis— fuck!"
"heh, i know baby, i know. let it out."
vampire!dennis who gets a bit proud when staring at his scratch marks the next morning, but it dies down instantly when santos sees it when he's changing into his scrubs in the locker rooms. she doesn't shut up for the rest of his day and he has to fight the urge to slime her out.
vampire!dennis who buys you necklaces, bracelets and thigh-highs frequently because that's his favourite place to bite you at. thighs, neck, wrists, and chest. especially the dainty, long necklaces that reach down to the middle of your tits that get stained with your blood as he sucks at the plush of your breasts, leaving a discreet bite mark that he likes to look at whilst you change.
vampire!dennis who would eat you out on your period and has thought of it once or twice. he'd never dare to even propose it, too cowardly, and because he knows how much your period dims your mood anyhow, but lord would it be perfect. he wouldn't even have to hurt you with his fangs ( which he hates so much :(( ), and drinking your blessed blood straight from your cunt, for your pleasure more than his sounds like heaven. he has to restrain himself every time you walk past because your blood scent is so palpable he prays he has a day and night shift.
vampire!dennis who likes to stuff his fingers into your mouth when he sucks your blood, hoping you'll bite him back like he's a bite block. he couldn't tell him why, but the pain of your teeth combined with the ecstasy of your blood spurs him on.
vampire!dennis who one day, will marry you and bite you, turning you so the both of you can wander the eternality of the world together. however, until then, he'll feed off of your essence and devote his lack of life to you endlessly.
summary: you spot a new booth at the farmers market, you ended up with more than just honey
content warnings: brief discussion of religion, slightly ooc whitaker (i gave him an accent but can you blame me), this ch is mostly intro & fluff otherwise
hellooooo this is my first fic in literal years so pls be kind to me <3 these pitt mfs have bewitched me mind body & soul <3 this is just chapter 1 so more will be coming eventually, i have so much in my brain i need to get out so i can’t say for sure when an update will be but <3
It was routine for you at this point, Thursday afternoons you’d make your way over to the park near your apartment to attend the farmers market. Sometimes you didn’t need to buy anything but you preferred getting your fruit & vegetables from your community.
This week you noticed a new booth in the mix, a honey stand that boasted products from a local bee farm which you also didn’t know existed. Curiosity got the best of you and as you approached the booth you saw the bee hand? bee keeper? whatever his title was you could tell he wasn’t from around here by the hint of twang in his accent.
It was over for you as soon as the "Hey Darlin" hit your ears.
You weren’t sure if you were thankful that you were the only one at the booth or not. Regardless, the blush that spread across your face was embarrassing to say the least.
Quick enough you pulled yourself together enough to return the greeting "Hi, um, are you new to town? I’ve never seen your booth before."
"Sort of?" he responded, more of a question than an answer. "I actually work at the hospital in the emergency department, the bees are just what I do for fun. We had a lot more honey than I could give out to my team so I decided to sell it to raise some money for the bees."
"Oh! That is actually way cooler of an answer than I was expecting," you replied with a chuckle.
"You are officially the first person to ever think what I do for fun is cool." Now he was the one blushing. "Do you know much about beekeeping? I’d love to give you a tour of the farm sometime." You watched as his eyes went wide at his own forwardness and laughed a bit to yourself.
"Actually no, the only thing I know about is the white suits you guys wear that apparently are enough to protect you. If I can get into a suit then I would love a tour, but I think I’ll pass on a tour of the emergency department unless I develop a bee allergy while we’re there."
"You’re not actually allergic are you?" His eyes went wide again and you knew your joke did not land.
"No! Well, I haven’t been stung in awhile so there really is no way of telling, but I should be fine." You laughed this time, trying to signal that you were joking. This time you got a laugh out of him, and thank god you did, you could listen to that laugh forever.
"I keep an EpiPen on me while I’m there just in case….and to avoid any trips to the ED." He smiled at you, bashful, almost like you weren’t supposed to see.
"So mystery man, do you have a name or should I just ask for the cute guy with the accent when I get to the bee farm?" His face went bright red at this, eyes widening again. You just smiled, polite as ever because you were being genuine.
"Oh! I…um…right sorry, my name is Dennis but everyone calls me Whitaker, that’s my last name. I’m not huge on the name Dennis so I prefer it."
"Well then Whitaker, how about I give you my number and you can give me a time and place to meet you for the exclusive bee tour." Man was this boy blushy! He handed his phone to you and you quickly put your info in. You opened your mouth to say your goodbyes - there were people hovering and you knew they would get huffy soon - but before you could get any words out he handed you a jar of honey.
"So you can sample the product before you visit the factory," he said in response to the slightly confused look on your face, "and don’t worry about paying, consider it a gift."
"Thank you," you replied, feeling the blush crawl over your cheeks again, "I’ll let you get back to your actual customers, call me later?"
"Oh yes, the other customers," he was almost giggling now "and absolutely I’ll call you later."
"Have a good rest of your day Whitaker" you said with a wave and a smile. This boy was absolutely going to be trouble for you.
Once you got home with your spoils you stared at the jar of honey for a moment. You weren’t sure what to do with it, you weren’t a tea drinker, but you figured it would come in handy some day. Putting it on display on one of your shelves you set about putting everything else away.
A few hours later and you still couldn’t get that boy off of your mind, so like any normal person you looked him up on every social media platform that you had and perhaps even Googled his name but we can’t be sure about that one.
You didn’t find much, a few photos on Instagram of the bees and some friends, and a Facebook account that hadn’t been touched for years. And because the cosmos enjoy making fun of you, he called as soon as you closed out of the tab you had been on.
"Hi, um. It’s Dennis, sorry I never actually sent you my number and then I wasn’t sure how “later” later was so I hope this is a good time for you."
You found yourself giggling already (good god girl get a grip!!) "Oh! Hey Whitaker, no you’re so good - how was the rest of the market?"
"Good, good. It went pretty quick actually, I just got back to my place, so smooth sailing over here." God he was so fucking awkward but it was so endearing you found yourself smiling as he rambled. "I was wondering - are you free Saturday morning? I could give you that tour I told you about, if you’re up for it still!"
A quick glance over to the shelf where the jar still sat and you replied "Oh definitely, will I have to buy my own bee suit or will one be provided for me?" Please GOD can he catch your joke this time, you don’t think you could handle flopping again.
You heard him chuckle over the phone "You know, we usually make people buy their own, but since you’re such a special guest I’ll make sure one is set aside for you when we get there."
A smile spread across your face at that, "A special guest huh? I’ll wear my best outfit then, I can’t look bad in front of the bees."
"Oh of course not, don’t want to offend the bees." you could’ve sworn you heard him smiling over the phone "Actually, if you have boots I would suggest wearing those just so it’s easier to walk out to the hives."
God you had never been less prepared for something. "So unfortunately the only boots I own are Doc Martens, will I survive or will the bees hate me?"
Another laugh, it was like music to your ears "As long as you can lace them up tight I think you’ll live. If it comes down to it, I am a doctor so either way you’ll be fine."
How did you already forget about his actual job. You couldn’t exactly picture him doing doctor-ly stuff but the idea of playing doctor with him did not sound bad to you.
"Sounds good Doc, text me a time and address and I’ll meet you there?"
"Oh yeah of course! Hey actually, I was thinking I could pick you up? It’s a little confusing to get there, no reason for both of us to deal with it." It sounded like an excuse but who were you to say no!
"That works for me, I hate driving so any excuse not to I will absolutely take," you said with a laugh "I’ll text you my address then, I don’t live far from the park."
You heard him let out a little sigh of relief "Perfect, I’ll see you at 7:30? It’s a bit of a drive so it's easier to go earlier."
"Lucky for you I’m a morning person, 7:30 sounds great," you just knew he could hear your giddy smile from across the phone, "Texting you my address as we speak so I don’t forget….there. Wait yay! I’m so excited, I’ll see you in a couple days then yeah?"
It was your turn to listen to his smile grow, "Yeah definitely, and I’ll text you when I’m on my way over just so you have some warning." There was that chuckle again. God you were going to die on Saturday you could feel it.
Friday absolutely dragged - of course it did. And of course everything that could go wrong at your job did, you needed tomorrow morning BAD.
You decided to make it an early night, took a long shower, and after checking the weather for tomorrow morning finally decided on an outfit. Unsure if this qualified as a date or not, you decided to keep everything simple. You genuinely weren’t sure if he was serious about having to wear a suit so you made sure the clothes were light-weight and packed a tote bag of everything you thought you could possibly need.
Setting your alarm for 5:30 you TRIED to sleep, emphasis on tried. You tossed and turned like tomorrow was the first day of school or something. Finally you fell asleep and the next thing you knew your alarm was blaring in your ear.
Dragging yourself out of bed, you slowly got ready. You knew you gave yourself enough time, but you could not stop checking your phone to see if you missed a message or call from him. By the time 6:45 rolled around he had finally let you know he was on his way.
Man, was he punctual, at 7:29 he let you know he was outside. You grabbed a few granola bars from your pantry and threw them into your bag as well before you left.
You walked up to his car waving, "Morning cowboy," you smiled at him as you got into his truck. Somehow he looked even better today than he did two days ago. Is that even possible? You weren’t sure but what you were sure of is that his forearms looked divine as he grabbed the wheel.
"Well good morning to you too," he returned your smile with a similar enthusiasm. "Did you eat breakfast before you left? I was going to stop to grab coffee and maybe something to eat."
"Um no actually, I grabbed a couple granola bars before I left but something real definitely sounds better."
"Yeah you are definitely going to need more than just a granola bar for today," he smiled at you once more before turning his eyes to the road.
After stopping at the coffee place by your apartment, you two finally hit the road.
"It’s about 45 minutes from here, but traffic isn’t usually too terrible going out at this time." He turned quickly to smile at you before looking back over the steering wheel.
"No worries, I’m good to ride along for however long you’ll have me," you replied, and there was that stupid blush again.
The rest of the drive went by in a flash of conversation, it was nice to learn about him. Growing up in Nebraska seemed VERY different from your upbringing in Pittsburgh, but of course there were some similarities.
You found yourselves bonding over your intense religious upbringings, him Southern Baptist and you Irish Catholic. It wasn’t often you found people who got it, that weird tie that you never seem to be able to break no matter how much unresolved trauma you’ve dealt with because of it. He told you about his undergrad degree in Theology and you confided about the numerous times you almost joined a convent.
You both grew up in bigger families, close but not at the same time. "The family outcasts really have a knack for finding each other don’t they," you joked with a laugh.
He looked over at you with soft eyes, "Seems like it, but I’m glad, we always seem to be stronger than everyone else."
You finally pulled into the farm where Whitaker’s bees were. It was gorgeous out here, most of the countryside in Pennsylvania is; all trees and mountains. They didn’t call the Pittsburgh area the Paris of Appalachia for nothing.
His voice pulled you out of your thoughts, "I’m glad you dressed light, I wasn’t kidding about those suits."
You turned to find him smiling at you, "Thank God, I wasn’t looking forward to a potential stinging today," you replied with a laugh.
He led you into the main barn area to suit up, softly explaining different beekeeping terms. "So from here, we’ll head up to the apiary, that’s where the hives and all of the bee equipment is. There’s usually some flying around but most of them keep to their hives this time of day, I can pull a frame out to show you how they build in there if you’d like?"
"Yeah that would be cool, it doesn’t bother them or anything?" You really only ever saw bees when they were trying to get to food so you weren’t incredibly confident in your ability to keep your cool when you got up there.
"Bees are actually pretty chill, they’re just protective of their hives is all," he replied, zipping the back of your suit up for you. "I promise they won’t try to sting you, they really are just focused on working."
You turned to smile at him while he handed you the covered hat, "Ok, I trust you."
He returned your smile and you watched the blush creep across his cheeks as he looked away. "So, the apiary isn’t too long of a walk, if you want to just follow me. We can put the head coverings on once we get a little bit closer."
Nodding your head you fell into step behind him. Thankfully it was a cool morning, the breeze just enough to keep your body temperature down under your new layer. As you walked you found yourself staring at your cowboy’s back, he was broader than he seemed, especially from this angle. You supposed growing up on a farm would do that to someone, everything seems like it would be heavier than you’d assume.
After walking for a bit he instructed you to put the bee veil on as you approached a fenced in area. "We keep the hives fenced in to keep animals out," he explained. He led you into the enclosure and even though his face was obscured you could hear the adoration and excitement in his voice as he told you about each colony. He explained that almost all the hives were bees that were extracted from residential areas or rescued from a plot of land where a developer was tearing the foliage down.
You were trying to pay attention, you swore, but he just sounded so happy you weren’t even sure that you were listening to anything aside from the sound of his voice.
"Alright," he said, startling you out of your thoughts, "I’m gonna open one of the hive boxes now, a few might fly out but if you pretend like you don’t notice them they’ll mostly ignore you."
You nodded, watching as he pried the top off of one of the boxes, reaching in with gloved hands to grab one of the hive frames. After pulling one out he propped it on the top of the box, "So this is one of the frames the bees store their honey in. Each cell here is sealed with wax for safe keeping." He looked up at you with a smile.
"So, do the bees eat the honey too? We’re not like, stealing from them are we?"
He chuckled at your concerned tone, "No not at all, their main food source is nectar from flowers, but during the winter they feed off of the honey. They produce way more than we need which is what we end up taking from them."
"Oh ok…so it’s like their rent payment for their new housing," you shot him a smirk you hoped he could see through the netting.
He gave you another one of those beautiful laughs, "Yeah something like that."
You watched as he carefully placed the frame back into the box and returned the lid. "You said that the frame you showed me was where they stored their food, do they live in a separate part of the box? I don’t think I’ve ever even thought about a bee having to sleep."
"They sleep about as much as us actually, just not all at once. It’s more like a really long blink of rest so they never get too tired out from flying." He led you out of the fenced area and back down the path you walked up prior. "Honey bees are way more intelligent than most people give them credit for, every bee in the colony has its specific job and if any of them slip up the whole hive is affected. As for sleeping, the bees that collect pollen enter into a deeper sleep than the others and that’s how they form memories of how to get to and from their food sources."
He signaled to you that you could remove the head covering and you just smiled at him. "It sounds silly but I never would’ve thought bees were so clever."
"Not silly at all, you don’t know something until you do, right?" He looked at you with those big eyes again, you could see his joy in them now without the netting in front of his face.
"You’re absolutely right, and I think you might just be the best teacher I’ve ever had," you smiled at him again and happily watched as he turned away flustered.
"You must’ve had some bad teachers in your day then," he deflected.
"No actually, I had some pretty good ones. You were just better than they were, more captivating I guess." You could not wipe the smile off your face as you talked with him on the way back to the barn.
He looked back at you, a smile of his own dancing on his lips "Well, I’ll take that compliment and store it for when one of the lower residents at the ED tries to complain about my teaching style."
"How does that all work by the way? I know you have to do a residency but every time I hear someone talk about it it seems like they’ve been a resident for like 20 years."
"It certainly feels like it’s going to take 20 years sometimes," he grumbled. "It can be anywhere from 3-7 years pulling like 80 hour weeks in whatever department you matched with. It’s an incredible learning experience but it’s exhausting."
"You’re getting paid though right? These hospitals aren’t taking advantage of you guys?"
He smiled at your concern, "Yeah they pay us, not great but it’s enough to get the bills paid."
"Well good. I’d be pissed on your behalf if you weren’t." He laughed at the comment, leading you back into the barn.
He helped you out of your suit, making sure you didn’t trip, "Do you want to see where we process the honey?"
"Yeah absolutely," you replied with a smile.
He led you to a smaller room within the barn area, "So, we extract the wax and honey up at the hives and bring it down here in big pots." He pointed over to a table with several large pots sitting on top of them. "Then, it gets spun in what’s essentially a centrifuge to get all of the debris out. After that we just let it settle for a while to get all of the air bubbles out and we jar it up. The barn manager is a master at canning and preserving so she gets all the jars ready and makes sure they’re properly sealed so they can be shelf stable."
"Woah," you breathed out. "It makes sense, all that preparation, but it’s just never something I’ve thought about you know? Honey’s one of those things that’s just always been there."
"That’s part of the reason for the booth at the farmers market, people know honey exists but it’s always just in the plastic bear bottles. This is a little more…personal?"
By this time the sun was starting to move higher in the sky, the big fan in the barn doing nothing but blowing around hot air.
"Well, if you guys ever need help with labels or signs or anything, I’d be happy to lend a hand, one of my degrees is in graphic design so I know a thing or two." You looked at him smiling again, "Definitely not as cool as an ER doctor, buuuut still a pretty cool job if I do say so myself."
"Definitely way cooler than a doctor actually, you would be shocked at some of the people I work with."
"Are you close with any of them?" you asked. "Not to keep harping on your actual job but I wasn’t sure if you guys stay in the same place for your whole residency or if you bounce around year-to-year."
"A few of them, yeah, I actually live with one of the women in my residency class. Maybe I’ll introduce you sometime, Trinity is a lot but she’s great." He shook his head fondly while he said that. "As for your second question, that's also a yes, and hopefully I’ll get to stay on here once my residency is complete."
"Good, that’s probably such an isolating experience, I’m glad you’re in it with people you enjoy. Did you know Trinity before you started or did you meet her there?"
You both sat down at one of the picnic tables in the barn to continue your conversation.
"No we met there, I needed a place to stay and she was nice enough to offer up her extra room. She’s been a great friend, has really gotten me out of my shell," he chuckled to himself. "Growing up in rural Nebraska will really turn you into a hermit if you let it."
"I can imagine, everything must be so spread out there, you really just have your family and if you don’t get along with them, I’d be isolating too." You grabbed his hand from across the table to let him know you meant it kindly.
He squeezed your hand and gave you a small smile, "Yeah, well thankfully I made it out and everything seems to keep getting better since I left so I think it was a good decision overall."
You returned his smile, "Well, I for one am glad you got out of there. Pittsburgh is much cooler anyway."
This got a laugh out of him and you hoped you didn’t ruin the mood too badly by bringing up his family.
"Definitely much cooler, and the people are way nicer. Well, at least everyone I’ve met so far."
He stood up to make his way back to the car and you followed, keeping a bit of distance between the two of you. He made his way to the passenger side of the car to open your door for you, you slipped in and buckled up ready to get back on the road.
Whitaker got in the car but didn’t start it right away, "Hey um, I know we’ve been together all morning but would you want to stop for lunch somewhere on the way home?"
You watched as a soft blush spread across his cheeks, "Of course I would, or if you would rather we could go back to mine and I can make us something?"
"That actually sounds really nice, I couldn’t tell you the last time I had food that wasn’t takeout," he said with a laugh.
"Dear lord, we have to get some fresh vegetables into you NOW. Lucky for you I grabbed a bunch of stuff on Thursday and have been meaning to get it all roasted up." You placed your hand on his bicep and turned your body towards him, "Thank you by the way, for bringing me here today. I had a really nice morning with you."
You didn’t think his face could get redder than it was, but somehow he managed it. "Oh yeah of course, I’m glad you enjoyed it, I know beekeeping isn’t the most interesting hobby."
"I don’t know, I found it very interesting, I’ll always take the opportunity to learn something new though. Like I said, you’re a great teacher." It was your turn to blush now, you were laying it on thick and you knew it, but you couldn’t help it there was just something about this guy.
He chuckled to himself as he started the car, "You say that until one day I start telling you about someone who came into the ED with half their face blown off from a firework."
"That’s what you think Whitaker, I’d love to hear all about how you figured out how to deal with that."
You chatted on the way back to yours, and you spent most of the drive trying to subtly get his favorite meal out of him so you could surprise him with it one day. He pulled onto your street and you showed him where to park at your building, leading him up to your unit.
Once you got inside you kicked your shoes off and made your way to your small kitchen. You turned and saw him standing in the doorway with his hands in his pockets, "You can sit if you want," you said motioning to the table. "Unless you’re tired then you can take a nap on the couch, I don’t mind. It’s actually really comfortable."
You heard him walking closer and a chair scrape against the floor so you turned and placed your cutting board, knife, and the (washed) vegetables on the table. Talking with him was so easy, it was like you’d known him your whole life. You had more in common than you originally thought but were surprised to hear about his taste in music, it somehow made both no sense and perfect sense for him.
He watched as you put all the veggies in a bowl and mixed them with seasonings and oil before throwing them on a pan and into the oven. You turned to him again "How do you feel about chicken? I get one of those meal boxes and they send me so much chicken. I can throw that in the oven too and cook up some rice."
You watched as a smile spread across his face, "Chicken is good, rice is good, but are you sure this isn’t any trouble?"
"Whitaker I’m literally just throwing stuff onto a pan and into a rice cooker it’s no problem at all. And maybe I’m secretly making more than I need so I can send you home with some, but we’ll never know if that’s really the reason." A grin spread across your face and you motioned for him to follow you into the living room.
"You really don’t have to do that, it’s not that big of a deal," he said, sitting down next to you.
"Exactly," you replied back, "It’s not that big of a deal."
You smiled at him and he knew he wasn’t winning this one. You turned the TV on with the volume low so you could continue to talk while everything cooked.
You both sat in silence for a minute before you turned to him again, "Sorry," you both blurted at the same time. You did the back and forth dance of telling each other to go first before you finally did. "I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, please tell me if I am. I tend to come on a bit strong, but you said you hadn’t eaten real food in a while so I thought it was harmless but I’m now second guessing myself."
You saw a small smile beginning to work its way onto his face, "You didn’t make me uncomfortable I swear. I was actually apologizing because I thought I was making you feel bad about doing something nice. I really do appreciate it, I’m just not great at accepting help from people."
Breathing out a sign of relief, you nudged him with your shoulder, "Well unfortunately for you acts of service is my love language so I will always be offering to help with something."
He threw his arm around you and you leaned farther into his side as whatever was on the television continued to play. "I think I might be able to get used to it, I just don’t want to be too much trouble for you."
"Nah it’s not too much trouble, not if it’s you. Now, you might be trouble for me in other ways, but not this," you said with a smile.
"And what is that supposed to mean," he replied, feigning shock.
You craned your neck to look at him, "You are a very cute beekeeper who also happens to be a doctor. I’ve known you for barely 48 hours and I can already tell you’re one of the kindest people I’ve ever met. I didn’t say you would be bad trouble."
He laughed again squeezing your shoulder. The two of you sat like that until you heard the oven timer go off and moved back into the kitchen to eat. His phone buzzed and you watched as he read the text message. "Everything ok?" you asked, he always looked a bit concerned so you weren’t able to tell when he was actually concerned yet.
"Oh, yeah, everything's fine. It was just Trinity making sure I "wasn’t dead in a hole somewhere" as she so lovingly put it."
"Trust me, I’m like that with my friends too, I completely get it. Tell her I’m sending you home with food for the both of you. She doesn’t have any diet restrictions does she?"
"None that she’s told me about, and how did you know that food is the quickest way to her heart?" He was looking at you with those big eyes like you were the greatest thing since sliced bread.
You shrugged, "Everyone needs food, and almost everyone loves it. Wait till I send you home with my baking."
He smiled even wider at that, "Oh you might be trouble for the both of us then, you’ll have to hold her back from making requests." You both laughed and finished your meal, moving to pack the left overs up in reusable containers. You grabbed a tote bag and started stacking the containers in, handing it over to Whitaker.
"For you my liege," you said with an exaggerated bow.
This got you the biggest laugh of the day, "Well thank you kind madam, I will return your containers and bag to you, I swear it."
You giggled, actually GIGGLED, at this. You walked over to your door with him, watching as he put his boots back on and walked him down to the front door of your building. "Get home safe, let me know when you make it there," you said, pulling him into a hug.
"Of course," he replied, kissing you on the cheek. Your eyes went wide and he pulled away slowly, "I don’t know if that’s sunburn from today or if you’re blushing, either way it’s very cute."
Somehow your face got even redder, "I think we both know what it is Whitaker, now please leave before I continue to embarrass myself in front of you."
He laughed again, waving as he walked back to his car. You waited until you saw him pull away before walking back up to your apartment. Shutting the door you pressed your back against it, screaming silently as to not disturb your neighbors. God you were absolutely screwed.
Not long after your phone buzzed, "Just got home, Trin said if I don’t marry you she’s gonna kill me."
You laugh reacted to the message and replied, "Tell her I’ll think about it, I’ll negotiate your death either way."
You watched as the typing bubble popped up, "My savior :’)"
"Anything for you Whitaker, now tell me when your birthdays are so I can bake for y’all."
I'm working on a WhitakerxNurse fanfic series, but this is the only chapter that's actually done and with how I leave things as WIPs for years, I figured I should just publish this now.
CW: Unprotected p in v, cum on the ass, sex at work, sex between coworkers
Pet names: baby, honey, sweetheart
Word Count: 2.3K
“Hey, do you want to come over tonight?” You made the mistake of asking Whitaker this while Santos was in earshot.
“Yes, please,” Trinity bemoaned, “it's been driving me crazy having him around all the time.”
You were irritated at the way she consistently put your boyfriend down. You couldn't imagine that it was annoying to have him around. He mostly kept to himself in their apartment, other than to do chores so he could feel he was “earning his keep,” as he put it. Also, you were always dying to spend more time with him, and thus could not fathom not wanting him 'around all the time.' So, your subconscious brain decided to make Santos uncomfortable and you blurted out, “What, you don't want to hear me screaming his name through the bedroom wall?”
Her face immediately puckered and she shook her head vigorously, no doubt trying to shake the mental image you had given her. “Ew. No. Nope,” she then concluded with a forceful “NO!” and quickly logged out of her chart and all but ran away. You smirked in victory until you glanced over at Whitaker, who was tomato-red and wide-eyed.
“Oh, God. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I didn't even think--”
“It's not that. I mean, yeah I'm a little embarrassed but…” He then leaned over your shoulder and spoke softly but gruffly in your ear, “that was incredibly hot.” His voice gave you electric shivers down your body and you could feel dampness growing between your legs. He walked away, as duty called, but you eyed his ass as he did.
You kept replaying his words, his tone, over and over in your head. Every glance at him, even across the department, fueled your desire. That sweet, innocent face was hiding the intentions behind his words and while work may be distracting him, he was distracting you from your work, to the point you couldn't take it anymore.
You caught him between checking in on one patient and the next. “Meet me on the eighth floor in a couple of minutes,” was all you said, but your low, husky tone made it clear what you were after. That, and you knew he'd be smart enough to take the hint that it was an empty floor. You saw him gulp and his eyes flickered from you to the elevator and he just gave a quick nod.
Waiting the two extra minutes for him to step off the elevator was agony, but you were trying to make it less obvious that you two were missing, taking a ‘ten minute break’ at the same time. As soon as he walked out of the elevator, you were on him. You crashed your lips on to his and ran both your hands through the curls on the nape of his neck, dragging your nails down his skin as you pulled away. He stared at you, speechless and breathless, so you took his hand and tugged him into the first open door.
You positioned both hands on his chest and pushed him against the wall, kicking the door shut behind the two of you. You placed feverish kisses to his cheeks, lips, and then his neck. He grumbled your name in what sounded like a warning tone, so you peeled back. “What?” you asked.
“What's gotten into you?” He replied with his own question, eyebrows raising. He had a point; you weren't too obvious with your affections at work. It was almost like any other coworker with a high-five here or a clap on the shoulder there…except that sometimes a hug or a touch on the arm lasted just a little too long. But definitely nothing like this. Not even close. So he was naturally surprised by the escalation.
“The way you said what I said was sexy…I just couldn't get it out of my head. It made me want you so bad. Right here, right now,” you admitted, honestly. He nodded, as if that made perfect sense to him, then grabbed your hips and pulled your body against his, kissing you passionately.
You pulled the hem of his scrubs top up, bunching it in your eager fists until you pulled the whole thing over his head and tossed it on the patient bed behind you. You admired the way it ruffled his hair, then your eyes scanned down his shoulders and chest, down to his hip bones. The latter of which, you traced your fingers down as you muttered, “you are so perfect." The tips of his ears flushed pink. He still somehow wasn't used to the compliments you'd give him. You made sure he knew you meant it, though, kissing him again and slipping your tongue into his mouth. He groaned with satisfaction, with want, and then began to remove your top to toss beside his.
You started to lead him to the bed, cupping the back of his head with one hand and pulling on the waistband of his scrub bottoms with the other. “Huh-uh,” he protested. He then answered your confused look with, “I want you to see what I see. I want you to know how beautiful you look when I fuck you.” You had no idea what he meant until he took your hand and led you to the bathroom, and seeing the mirror there made it click for you.
He started kissing you again and began removing your pants. You backed up to the sink counter and hopped up onto it, so he could pull the scrubs further down your legs. However, he then needed you closer to the edge of the sink, so he hooked his elbows under your knees and effortlessly pulled you forward. You always forgot how strong he really was. Those farm boy muscles that were hidden under boxy scrubs or t-shirts and hoodies. But you'd seen him in action on Amy's farm, lifting things that should have been too heavy for one person with ease. You noticed your mouth was watering at the realization, remembering this strength.
He knelt in front of you. He knew you were both short on time, but he wanted to make sure he got you worked up and wasted no time licking a stripe up your folds before circling his tongue around your clit. The sudden pleasurable contact took you off guard and your left hand hit the wall closest to you, with a hard thwap. You could hear Whitaker chuckle in victory, but you didn't mind; he'd earned it. He slipped two fingers into you, causing you to moan heavily. He pumped them in and out, building friction before he curled them in just the right spot. You never even thought of dating a coworker before you met him (you'd always heard that such things ended in messy disaster), but it was amazingly beneficial to date someone who knew anatomy. While each person was different and had their own preferences, Whitaker's background knowledge of how bodies work made him a fast learner when it came to studying your body. He knew the right touches and motions to bring you to your knees and leave you quaking.
You grabbed the long edge of the sink with your right hand, your left still pressing against the wall. “Oh, yes! Unh! Fuck!” you moaned. He brought you to the precipice of both your gratification and the counter itself before he stopped. You whined when his fingers left you.
“I'm sorry, honey, but I'm not going to last very long with the way things are going and I want you to cum with me,” he said and you let out another little whine because his words turned you on even more and you wanted, no, needed him inside you and to make his desire a reality.
He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you off the sink, then spun you around to face the mirror. He smoothly ran his hand up your back, electrifying you with his touch, and cleverly signaling you to lean forward as he adjusted himself behind you. You felt his fingers slide up your slit in order to find your hole and you bit your lip to stifle yet another moan. He entered you a moment later; you loved the full feeling he gave you and you could feel your walls clench, welcoming him in. He pulled back a bit and pushed back in, further this time. Biting your lip no longer helped and he could hear your full moan and smiled, you could see it in the mirror. God, you could look at that sweet, perfect smile all day, you thought. But the thought was interrupted by Whit pulling out further and slamming back into you, rocking you forward against the sink. “Oh, God!” You groaned. The next thrust had you on your tiptoes. “Oh, Dennis!”
“That's right, baby. Scream my name. Just like you want to,” he harkened back to what you had told Santos, what had fueled this whole fantasy that you were now bringing to life. You obliged him (as if you could ever say no to him).
“Den-nis!” You yelled in sync with his next thrusts.
You leaned forward on your elbows and lower arms, changing the angle. But when you dropped your head, you heard Dennis grunt, “Uh-uh. I told you, I want--you to--see--how beautiful…” he panted as his hips snapped up against you, and then trailed off, out-of-breath. Instead, he just grabbed your hair loosely and lifted your head. And you could see it, see why him fucking you was so…hot. Your cheeks and chest were flushed, sweat stippled your hairline, and your lips looked extra full from kissing him so harshly. Your eyes instinctively darted to find him soon after, though. He was in a similar state: the familiar blush painting his cheeks and ears, not from embarrassment, but from exertion; the lust-blown pupils that darkened his sky-blue eyes to a cloudy gray; his strong arm flexing as it held your hip so your ass would be against his hips and the hand tangled in your hair so that you could bear witness to it all. Then you noticed a knowing smile. He had caught your gaze in the mirror as you analyzed him.
“C'mere,” he said softly. He slid his arms under your chest and pulled you up, his cock never leaving your body, as he pressed your back against his chest and then thrust into you again and again. He slid one hand down the front and found your desperately swollen clit that yearned for his touch. He kissed your neck and then whispered in your ear, giving you goosebumps: “I want you to see us cum.”
“Yes, baby. Please. Make me cum.” You moaned, recklessly. He leaned you both more over the sink, so he would have more stability to drive his cock into your wanting pussy even harder. “Oh, God. Yes! Fuck me, Dennis!’ You made sure to say his name extra loudly, and it indeed seemed to spur him on. He made the perfect loops around your clitoris while he administered kisses to your neck and shoulder, where he bit down gently. You could feel the smooth shaft of his cock gliding within you, your walls squeezing around it in delight. The pleasure was trifold and you reached your orgasm suddenly, a crackling moan of his name once again leaving your lips.
He continued thrusting inside you, chasing his own release. With the sensation of you around him, it didn't take long. He pulled out hastily and shot his load onto your ass. “Fuck,” he hissed in rapture. He stood for a few seconds panting and trying to make sure he could stand on his slightly wobbling legs. “Shit, sorry.” He said suddenly, as if he snapped out of a trance. The apologetic, shy look you were used to returned to his face and he grabbed a wad of the near by toilet paper to clean you both up, then flushed the evidence. It would be as if you two had never been here at all. As he did, you pulled your bottoms up and smoothed your hair down the best you could, while looking in the mirror. He turned to you, unsure of what to say, but you just smiled at him and then draped your arms over his shoulders, pressing your bare chests together. You kissed him gently, as if you'd startle and scare him off otherwise.
“Are you okay?” You asked, and again, he snapped out of it.
“Yeah. Yeah. I just. That was---” he was semi-distracted by pulling up his scrub pants, but also at a loss for words.
“Incredible.” You finished for him.
"Yes. I couldn't even imagine. Just…wow.” He let out a breathy chuckle and smiled.
“Dear Penthouse,” you joked and he looked at you with a confused expression, raising one eyebrow. “I'll explain it to you later.” You should have known that the innocent farm boy from rural Nebraska would have no concept of writing about steamy accounts to put into a porno mag. You fixed one of his stray curls. “Why don't you head down now and I'll be down in a bit? Less conspicuous that way. And um, I need to use the bathroom anyway,” you were slightly embarrassed although (or maybe because) you knew that he knew that ritual helped prevent UTIs and that anything in the bathroom was just a normal bodily function.
“I--uh, yeah. Cool.” He said, still clearly a little dazed by the situation. You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Are we, y'know, still on for tonight?” He looked at you, hopefully.
“Of course,” you giggled, “wouldn't miss it. Now go.” He dutifully nodded, put on his top, and left the room. You shook your head, smiling at him as he went, then wondered if you could re-position the mirror in your room…
