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You fucking hated working the day shift.
No, it had nothing to do with the people or the hours. It just had everything to do with the terrible habits you spent years building up to work as a nocturnal being in a hospital.
“Holy shit,” you dug your head into your hands as you finished charting for one of your patients. After two weeks into your shift change, you still hadn’t become accustomed to the early mornings and the pounding headaches that came with them.
“You doing okay?” Dennis came to a brief halt as he spotted your hunched figure on his way to the restroom.
“Yeah, just a headache,” you waved him off.
Lifting your head, you saw the concerned look on his face, layering over his eternally pathetic appearance.
“I could get you some water? Do you want me to check you out in one of the rooms? I mean, I can—“
“It’s fine, Whitaker.”
You chuckled at his overly helpful behavior.
Dennis Whitaker was too kind and too nice to look at. You wouldn’t dare have him go out of his way to help someone like you. At least, not after weeks of already doing just that.
“No—really. Let me get you something to drink, okay?” Before you could offer a rebuttal, he was off.
“Oooh, he’s got it bad,” Trinity stepped up to you now. Nosey woman…
“Oh, I’m sure you’d know all about that, right?” You raised a brow to her, watching her expression fold from one of content to something much more dismissive.
Yes, you knew how Dennis was around you, and unfortunately, how he was without you. Trinity didn’t like to leave out the details of what she may or may not have heard on quiet nights in their shared apartment.
There may have been a few times when he may or may not have helped you out a lot more than you needed here at the ER. Offering snacks he surely didn’t have the money for, keeping Robby off your back, even going so far as to take a few nasty priapisms off your hands at the start of your transition between shifts.
You were flattered, really, how much he liked talking about you even when you weren’t there. How much he seemed to think of you, even if you were miles away. It made you feel perceived in a way you hadn’t ever really felt before. Less forgotten, more admired in a sense.
“I’m just saying that Huckleberry over there wants you so bad it’s almost sad. Everyone sees it.”
You could see Princess and Perlah whispering between one another out of the corner of your eye.
“Coming from a walking HR violation, that’s not very reassuring.”
“Oh, c’mon,” she rolled her eyes. “Since when do you care about rules and regulations? I thought Abbot drilled all that stuff out of you before your residency?”
In your defence, your work under Abbot as a student and then intern had been some of the most thorough lessons of your life. It wasn’t his fault that a lot of his life-saving measures could sometimes be considered unorthodox in non-military settings.
“Uhhh, since—“ you whipped your head around quickly, making sure the coast was clear. “Since Dr. Robinabitch has been on my case since the moment I got here. I have no fucking clue why or how, but it’s driving me insane, and I’d really like to get through these next few months without getting fired.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” shit. “He wouldn’t fire you. Get mad, maybe throw you a nasty look, but never fire.”
Dana leaned in, taking over the conversation. “And between you and me, Abbot would never let him do something like that.”
She patted your shoulders for extra measure.
Yeah, great. Cool.
As if that wasn’t the problem in the first place.
“I’m just saying that I feel like I’m walking a tight rope here and I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t—“
“Got it!”
All three of your heads turned to see Dennis standing there, proud, with a fresh bottle of water in one hand and a sandwich in the other. He’d managed to nab you one from the cart.
“What an angel,” Dana raised a brow at you before heading back to her station.
“A real southern charmer,” you agreed, giving Trinity a look before taking the goods from Dennis.
“Really, thank you, Whitaker. You shouldn’t have.”
You took the food from his hands gently, allowing the tips of your fingers to trace along the edges of his own.
“No, it’s okay,” he stuffed his hands into his scrub pockets, seemingly shivering at the light touches between you. “I just…like taking care of you, I guess.”
“That’s sweet, Dennis,” you smiled at him, sickly and with a certain amount of saccharine allure that had the boy’s adam’s apple bobbing up and down his throat.
You were so pretty, so delightfully sweet in your loose scrubs and rolled up sleeves. It was hard to look at you sometimes, and how you’d so casually been able to assimilate into the lives of the day shifters. Him especially.
He remembers you from the Pitt Fest mass casualty event and how you’d worked like a machine that night. Where he felt that he was barely keeping up with the patient intake, you moved through the ER like a soldier. If Abbot or Dana or even Robby told you to do something and be somewhere, you’d do it with a precision he hadn’t seen from anyone his age. It was inspiring, immortalizing even.
Maybe even a little hot.
Maybe really super hot.
Dennis gulped again at the memory of the first night you’d met.
Clearing his throat, he asked, “Do you, maybe, need some help with anything else? I mean—“
Mohan called your name abruptly, motioning towards the triage.
You stood from your seat quickly, looking back at Dennis with a smile.
“Come find me when our shifts are over, and maybe we can finally talk about something that’s not work, alright?”
Without so much as another word from him, you were off.
So.
Here’s the thing.
You really like Dennis. He’s a sweet guy, really does have that southern charm that you melt for.
But god, did you like him desperate, too.
You liked his sad puppy dog eyes and how they begged for your attention. You liked how he had a hard time focusing on your face, trying to keep his gaze contained to the one part of your body that was socially acceptable to stare at the way that he did. You liked how he trembled a little when you grasped at his elbow or tapped his knee.
That being said, you weren’t sorry for what you were about to do.
“Can I touch you?” Dennis groaned out, bucking up and hoping that it was a signal enough of how much he wanted you. “I promise I won’t cum, I promise.”
You grinned, teeth baring down at him like some sort of predator savoring the catch of its prey.
You, washed and showered, out of your scrubs and in a loose-fitted lounge set. Dennis, wearing a set of sweats you’d had on hand that you knew would fit him and nothing else. Comfortable in the warmth of your home and your arms.
He had been resting against the headboard of your bed, back slumped against the surface as every part of you consumed his mind.
Without speaking, you brought your hands out to cup his face, supple and flushed red with desperation. With your ass resting pretty over his lap, you ground down, giving him what little he asked for. To touch you.
He huffed, hips stuttering in an effort to chase the feeling of your pussy through the thin layers of clothing each of you wore.
His hands, the ones he wished were groping at every inch of you, were bound tightly behind his back with an old t-shirt, the promise that he’d get all he wanted and more if he listened to you carefully.
Gently, you swiped your thumb over his lip, trailing down his neck, and resting the palm of your hand at the center of his chest. He was so, so warm, so shaky and soft, ready for you in every way.
“I’ll make it worth your while, baby, I promise.”
Swallowing his nerves, he nodded hastily.
Your smile returned as your hand traveled the length of his chest, ghosting over his nipples and following your own trail across the planes of his stomach. He wasn’t ripped by any means, but he was soft, pliable, even. The type of man you’d just love to get to know more of.
He twitched at that, motioning for his pelvis to knock into your own once again, earning a delicious moan from him as he finally got to feel the direct warmth of your most intimate body parts over his own.
You decided you’d take your time with him.
Raising yourself over his lap, you stood on your knees, looking down at him with a dangerous look in your eye.
Leaning over ever so slightly, you brought your lips to his for what felt like the millionth time that night.
Your tongues clashed, his savoring and sucking you further into him, hoping to bring you down to earth, down on him. You, who took his motivations in stride, leveled yourself back down on his aching cock and bit gently on his bottom lip.
The sounds of your lips smacking with the wet essence of your own saliva spurred him on, forcing his body to rut into your own, practically begging for more.
His clothed cock bumped hastily against your pussy, pumped full with blood and need. He wanted you so desperately, you could feel it with every hump and between every ridge of him.
Dennis broke away with a sputtering gasp. “I—I wanna feel it. Please.”
And only because he was so pretty like this, his lips swollen and eyes beading with tears, did you oblige.
You raked your fingers across his torso once more, though this time, you went much further south.
Your hand cupped over his bulge, rocking against it gently to feel the hot outline he’d left in his wake. Hard as a rock, you felt along the tip, gauging just how pretty you’d know it be. The reveal was taunting you at this point.
In the sweats, he was already twitching, leaving behind a wet spot you knew was a mix of your wetness with his own. The perfect combination of want and desire. Of you and him.
Fuck, you couldn’t take it anymore, and you were sure he couldn’t either.
“You wanna feel it, Dennis?” Your eyes, half lidded and glazed over with arousal, peered at him.
He nodded, sweat beading down his neck.
“Alright then.”
You shimmied out of your bottoms, leaving only your thin cotton panties on.
Before settling down on his lap once more, you pulled at the drawstrings of his sweats.
The reveal of his cock was just as you’d imagined it. It was pretty, flushed pink at the tip, a long shaft on the thinner side with curly blonde hair neatly trimmed at the base.
Fuck, this guy was picture perfect.
You let him indulge in your hand for the time being, wanting to get a feel for yourself.
“Feel better?” You asked, smiling coyly.
Dennis let out only a breathy sigh as a reply, finally relishing in the feeling of your delicate skin rubbing against his own, even if it was just your hand.
You jerked him off, precum coating your palm just enough to earn a few egregious moans from him. He was leaning into you now, forehead pressed against your shoulder, lips nipping at the connection between your neck and shoulder. His tongue soothed over the snippier bites he took.
Gently, you pulled yourself over him, lowering your still clothed cunt over his cock, and started rolling your hips.
“fuhh—feels so good.”
Dennis met your movements with his own, rocking against your soaked panties with a renewed vigor from having finally been let loose of his bottoms.
His arms strained against the t-shirt latched behind his back. He wanted to touch you, to feel your skin, to get rid of your panties, and hope and pray that you’d let him go where he’d never thought to go before.
For now, he could feel his cock slipping between the slit of your cunt, dragging against the sensitive nub at the top before making it all the way down to your hole. All through the near translucent cloth that shielded you from his heat.
He rolled his hips in sync with your own, meeting you halfway as your own moans and breathy sighs began matching his.
Sooner than he would have liked, he began feeling that familiar tug in his gut, forcing him to begin the erratic movement of his hips, losing its perfect sync with your own.
He was close. So close.
“Can I…?” He trailed off.
You thought about it for a moment, feeling his pulsing cock grind against your clit in ecstasy. It was perfect, warm, and wet all in one. You could feel him, smell him even.
Your hands moved to push your panties to the side, leaving his bare cock to finally, finally rub against your silken skin.
“Want you to finish like this,” you whispered into his ear, letting your teeth drag along the shell as you went.
He shivered under your touch.
Like nothing he’d ever seen before, you began moving as though you had perfected the craft.
Lying your pussy flat on his dick, he could finally feel the direct warmth of your core alongside the pooling slick that collected between the folds in his brief absence.
As you began to drag yourself along his length, you all but milked the orgasm out of him.
For what you were sure were the few final moments of your shared pleasures, you gripped his shoulders and moved vigorously. So much so that the tip of his cock began catching at the lip of your opening. He was so close, he could feel it, taste it even.
So close. So so—
His body convulsed violently as he came, hips rocking into yours as warm cum splattered across his belly and your thighs.
His eyes were rolled to the back of his head, your hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him into your chest to suckle on the exposed skin from your top, which you realized now that you’ve yet to shed.
“Feel so good, Dennis…” you breathed out with a longing sigh, inching your hands behind his back and to the knotted shirt.
“Want more…”
He looked up at you, out of breath and spent.
You hadn’t cum yet.
At this realization, he nodded his head as fast as he could. Unable to form the words, especially after what was the most intense orgasm of his life, he made his devotion to you as clear as day.
He’d do anything for you, to you, with you. Whatever it took, he’d be there.
“I think,” you took a breath, releasing the shirt from his wrists. “You can finally touch me now.”
Like a bat out of hell, his hands sprang to pull your body even closer to his. His aching cock, begging for the release of any and all sensations, had been spent. Even so, he slipped his hands down the length of your back, gripping your ass and hauling you directly over his length once more.
At the risk of feeling overstimulated, he groaned in frustration.
“I think you have to give me a few minutes.”
He tucked his head by the collar of your shirt, leaving his hands to trail up from your ass and under the cusp of your bust. He was cupping your tits now, gently massaging the tender flesh of your torso.
Your eyes shone with a sick sense of anticipation. He seemed to be getting a sense of confidence in himself now.
“I got another idea.”
Dennis looked up to you with your words, his natural expression taking over with those shiny puppy dog eyes and natural tiredness all over again.
Dennis. Your Dennis.
You urged him to scoot further down the bed so that his head was just below the headboard and so that your core rested prettily over his chest.
On his way down, you couldn’t help but sneak a peek at what you’d left in your wake. His cock, though not entirely soft, was clearly spent and flushed from all the rubbing. His torso gleamed with his own cum, and his face, well, his face was now resting comfortably between your thighs.
With the new inclusion of his hands, he was finally able to get a grip on the softer parts of your body. Roaming over the expanse of your thighs and ass, pulling at the lips of your slit to get a better look at what he’d been pushing up into just moments before. He wasn’t examining you with some latent sense of curiosity, no, he was analyzing the most sensitive parts of you. Locking the formation away in his mind so that only he would ever know just how precious you were under all those layers.
“Having fun?” You chuckled at his surprise. So cute.
With your head, you motioned him to continue.
Apprehensively, he nodded and continued to poke and prod at the finer parts of you.
It only took a few moments before you got impatient.
“Look up here for me, Dennis,” you ran a hand through his curls, bringing his face to look up at your own.
“Huh?”
“Open up, yeah?”
You could see him gulp before carefully opening up his mouth. You tilted your head down ever so slightly before letting a glob of spit fall between the plush skin of his lips and directly onto his tongue.
He whined at the contact before finally, finally bringing himself to face your cunt and licking a thick strip from your hole to your clit. Your saliva meshing with his, all draped across your pussy in one long pleasurable movement.
Your back arched, feeling his tongue probe at your hole while your clit nudged against his nose deliciously.
You began rocking your hips back and forth, not so much unlike what he had done earlier. With as much energy as you could muster, you met his sloppy muscle just as he had previously met your wet pussy.
At your movements, he hastened his pace, devouring your cunt rather than simply eating or licking at it. He was going in with something to prove.
Pulling another hearty moan from you, he enveloped his lips around your pretty button and sucked harshly.
“Fuhckk,” you ran a hand up your shirt, pulling it off and gripping your own tit.
Dennis, with enough mind to finally look up at you, was blessed with the prettiest sight of all. You, in all your blissed-out glory, groping at your own tits, rubbing your fingers around your nipple, and pulling.
He knew then when it was finally over, when he could taste the essence of your desire on his tongue in tandem with the harsh bucking of your hips.
His hands, though trembling with excitement and adrenaline, eased you off of his face as you had finally come down from your high. He had enough mind to lick you clean before finally pulling away at your sudden gasps of overstimulation.
You took the spot next to him on your bed, both of you out of breath and covered with enough bodily fluids that it warranted another shower.
“You know,” Dennis spoke through a few heavy puffs of breath. “I’d do anything for you.”
“I know.”
“And…I really, really like you. A lot.”
“I know.”
“And I don’t do this often, but I want you to know it meant a lot to me and…and I don’t know where I’m going with this.” He let his palm fall over his reddening face.
“How about,” you turned on your side to face him, head resting heavy in your right hand as your left began rubbing circles on his chest. “I get you a water bottle and a snack this time.”
With a tepid sigh, Dennis smiled.
“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.”