Jealous therapist!Mary x Patient!reader
Summary: Mary picks you up and takes you to her office, but instead of talking about your feelings, she proves to you that you don’t need anybody else but her, and makes you forget about your crush completely.
Warning: NSFW/18+ Mary is pretty aggressive and and very determined to make you only hers
I’ve been having a bad few days and haven’t been able to form a coherent sentence so I’m sorry if there’s mistakes or something doesn’t make sense, cause again it’s just for fun. I hope u guys like it cus I don’t ;) ALSO I barley proofread it so I pray there’s no awkward ass mistake LMAO
Also, this is most likely the end of this fic, so lmk if you have any more requests I love writing for you guys!! EDIT: OH MY GOSH IM SO SORY FOR ALL THE MISTAKES LMAO I FIXED ALL OF THEM I THINK HElp ME IM SO SORRY WTF WAS THAT!?
Still breathless from the tense, silent car ride, you stood awkwardly behind Mary as she unlocked the door to her office, rain hammering against your hood. You hugged yourself to ease the cold, until Mary gripped your shoulder and pulled you into the warm air of her office, before flicking on the small lamp on her desktop.
You watched as Mary peeled off her drenched coat, and pushed her wet hair away from her face. Watching the rain drip down Mary’s lovely face was much more pleasurable than watching it slide down the window of her car.
The buzzing of your phone nearly took your breath away, as you’ve been anxious for a reply back since you’ve sent the text. Immediately you shoved the phone in your face, and the name you were impatient for popped up. You weren’t expecting the response you got, so you glanced up at Mary with a blank expression.
“Is it her?” Mary’s smile faded as she clenched her jaw. “Yeah,” you nodded, “she said, "thank you for being honest with me. But I really like you, is there any way we can work this out? I get if you’re bad at dating, but we could at least t—“” Mary yanked the phone from your hand, and tossed it onto her chair, “I already told you, it’s not going to work out,” she said firmly, as she inched closer to you, with her eyes glued to yours, Mary’s fingers reached for the zipper of your jacket.
She lowered the track, and as the fabric parted, Mary leaned in, “let me help you forget about her, okay?” She whispered, her breath brushing your ear, leaving a warm sensation down your neck. “Are you sure?” You look up at Mary with furrowed eyebrows. “I’ve always been sure about you,” she whispered one more time, before dropping your jacket to the floor.
Mary placed her bare hands onto your hips, giving them a tight squeeze as she pushed you against her desk, causing the lamp to wobble. She used her thumb to part your lips, inspecting each part of your face like it was her first time ever seeing you. “You look so good under my light, I’ve always wanted to see you this close,” Mary hooked your hair behind your ears, holding your cheeks firmly with her hands before pulling your face in, your lips landing right on hers. Instantly Mary’s mouth consumes all of your senses, making sure the only thing you knew in that moment was her.
She suctioned the loose skin of your neck in between her teeth, sending a twitch down your body. You whimpered as she marked your neck with her mouth, leaving your skin wet with her slobber, she kissed the bruised area softly before loosening her grip on your hair. With a growl, she stepped back followed by leaning down and hooking her forearm around the back of your legs, resting your entire weight over her shoulder and steadily carrying you, to then drop you onto the familiar couch you’ve sat in all this time while being her patient.
Before you could even move, Mary curved her fingers around the waistband of your pants, ensuring your underwear came off with them. You crossed your legs in vulnerability as Mary stared down at you. “You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted to see you on my couch, all exposed and vulnerable like this,” Mary purred as she turned you over onto your back, and lifted your head from your hair once more, “I’ve spent all this time hearing you stress over her when I would’ve given you the world…” Mary breathed in your ear before spreading you open, causing your back to involuntarily arch just enough to make Mary groan.
You shivered as Mary let out a sudden, sharp rip of air, sending her warm spit down your crease, before catching it with her fingers and rubbing it around your clit, causing a muffled whimper straight out of you. Instantly you sank into Mary’s hand, as she pinched your clit, twisting it around her fingers. You didn’t even notice your hips were moving back and forth. Just Mary’s touch caused you to feel completely powerless over your own body. A knot formed in your throat, you knew it was wrong, but it was impossible to think about anything besides her fingers, as they inched closer and closer to your hole.
Your hands searched for something to grip, until they gripped the cushion of the couch, as you continued whimpering into the pillow as you throbbed against the tip of Mary’s quick fingers. Mary patted your wetness as she leaned over your back, “did she ever make you feel like this?” Mary whispered into your ear, forcing you to moan, “never,” you cried, as Mary sunk two fingers into your hole, “whose fingers are inside you now? Huh?” You could barely form a word as she pumped them in and out of you, her palm slapping against your ass. “Say it,”
“Yours,” you cried, as your legs began to shake.
“Say my name,” Mary demanded, her pace quickened as she pounded into you even harder, “Mary,” you screamed, lifting your head from the pillow as your saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth. Mary didn’t hesitate to use her other hand to stuff her fingers into your mouth, matching the same rhythm as down there.
The deeper her fingers went into you, the deeper they went down your throat. Each thrust overwhelmed you more, and it became so unbearable tears formed in your eyes. “See, I’m just what your body needed, you don’t need anybody else,” she growled, “say I’m everything you need, and that you belong here, right underneath me just like this.”
“You’re all I need,” you choked, with Mary’s fingers still in your mouth, “I belong with you.” Your spit began to drip down Mary’s hand, just at the same time the wetness from your hole soaked her other hand. You continued to cry into the pillow, “I’m gonna—“
“Do it baby, come for me,” she slammed into you deeper, as you sucked the life out of her fingers. Mary got just what she wanted. The only image in your mind was her. The way her thighs looked in that skirt, the way she looked with wet hair, the feeling of her full weight on you as she breathed heavily in your ear. Your breath broke into jagged gasps as your body tensed up, like it would shatter at any moment. “Give it to me, every single drop belongs to me tonight.” Her voice broke you, as her fingers found that perfect rhythm, hitting the sweet spot, your back arched even further and your thighs locked, squeezing her arm in between them. “Mary,” you screeched, your voice cracked as you cried.
Her motion began to slow down, before she pulled her fingers out of both your mouth and your hole, plopping you fully back onto the couch. You took the chance to regain the control of your breathing, as you tried to glance at Mary but your eyes were still blurred from the tears. You nervously turned your head away as Mary came back over, she lifted your head again, and put your phone in front of your face with the camera open. “Look at what a mess you are for me,” she said, watching both of you in the camera, “she could never make you come like this, hm?” She leaned in to kiss your cheek, while snapping a picture with her shaky thumb.
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