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lexy • twenty four • i love to write

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his chest is heaving as the tears fall from his eyes, arms twitching desperately at his side in desperation not to touch you, per your instructions. he’s been doing great at following your rules and you’ve told him as such, whispering good boy popey, you’re doing such a good job for me into his ear, relishing in his whimpers.

you’re fucking him deep inside of you, feeling the tip of his cock in the deepest part of you. you reach your hands back behind you to rest on his thighs, feeling them clench as you slam your hips down onto him as hard as you can. you tilt your head back in pleasure and lose yourself in the feeling of him, only paying attention to the way you clench around him.

you’re moving so hard against him that you don’t even feel his hands trail up your stomach until you feel a hard, quick pinch against your nipple. your eyes snap open, but not before you let out a loud moan at the feeling.

pope looks up to you, guilty but unapologetic, eyes wet as he waits for your reaction. you remove your hands from his thighs but don’t still your movements as you reach around this his arm, giving it a harsh slap that echoes around the room, much louder than any noise the two of you are making.

he moans and shoves his hands back down at his sides. you grind even harder, scolding and telling him you forget that quickly what i told you not to do? he shook his head, tears plummeting down his face. then show me, pope. you wanna cum? you do what i fucking tell you.

he nods and squeezes his eyes shut, shoving his finger nails into his palm in a tight fist. you gonna be my good boy? his nods quicken. tell me? baby, tell me what you’re gonna be.

i’m gonna be your good boy, i’ll listen i promise, just don’t stop

you smile and return your hands to his thighs, keeping your eyes open to watch his face contort as he gets closer to his release. you wanna cum in me?

a harsh sob leaves him as he strains out yes please, please let me cum in you.

go ahead and come, baby boy, you’ve been so good for me. fill me up.

his body seizes as he comes, his head hitting the headboard as you feel him shoot hot ropes of cum deep inside of you. his mouth is open in a silent moan, tears still falling down his cheeks. your orgasm hits you not long after, squeezing his cock hard with your body. he jolts at the feeling, a look of pain crossing his face as you do so.

as soon as you come down from your high, you look at him with a smile before leaning your body forward against his. you feel the hesitant switch of his hands as he can’t tell if he’s allowed to touch you yet. you laugh at him and reach down to pull his arms around you, wasting no time to fully engulf you in his embrace.

well, unfortunately for dennis, the emotional neglect did in fact fuck him up.

he did learn how to handle his emotions and became more comfortable in expressing himself, no longer afraid on being ridiculed for doing so. but his outlet for his feelings turned out to be… crying.

trinity bought him some really nice clothes for his birthday and he was filled with so much happiness that he burst into tears on the spot. he got so angry when a patient argued with him and yelled at him for ‘not being competent’ that the minute he stepped out of the room he started sobbing. the computers all froze in the middle of his charting, the last thing he had to do after a long and hard day, that he couldn’t help the tears of frustration falling from his eyes as he tried to refresh the page. it just sort of happened, and dennis let it happen because it felt good.

now, he really shouldn’t have been surprised when he felt the tears bubbling up as robby slowly sunk himself inside of dennis, moaning at the tight heat of his boyfriend.

they’ve had sex a few times since they started dating, each time ending with both men blissed out on orgasms, but this time had been different.

robby worked dennis up longer than he has yet, first fucking him with his tongue until he came all over his stomach and then using his fingers to properly stretch and prepare him.

dennis’ body had been jelly by the time robby managed three fingers inside of him, his cock already hardening again as robby worked his fingers around him.

he nearly was brought to tears trying to tell robby he was ready for him, but held them back just long enough for him to slowly sink himself in to the hilt.

soon, robby picked up the pace, their moans harmonizing as his hips piston into dennis. robby himself had been worked up too, grinding his hardness on the bed for some relief as his tongue swirled around his boyfriends hole. he really couldn’t help as he quickly got lost in his movements and slammed himself into dennis so hard the headboard dented the wall.

dennis could feel himself getting closer to that second orgasm and the arousal he felt made his head fuzzy. his loud moans were silenced as he bit his lip as hard as he could once he felt the hot tears biting at his waterline. robby hadn’t noticed the boy went quiet, and kept on relentlessly fucking him.

he tried to hold the tears back, he really did. but after one particularly brutal thrust that had dennis latching his nails onto robby’s back, the dam broke and his sobs filled the air.

it took a few seconds to realize he was crying, but once he did, robby stopped immediately and grabbed dennis’ face, whispering fuck, den, are you okay? did i hurt you? what happned?

dennis shook his head, his sobs getting even louder as he started moving his own hips to get the friction back. no, robby, please keep going, it’s so good, i’m sorry i’m crying it’s just so fucking good he pathetically blubbered out.

robby realized what was happening and chuckled, continuing the movement of his hips at a slow pace. awe, baby, this feels too good? am i fucking you just right that i got you crying? dennis nodded, cheeks turning bright red as another open mouth sob fell out. well, shit, i better keep up the work, huh? can’t deny my baby what he needs.

robby got his full momentum back and slammed himself into dennis as hard as he could, the sound of wet skin slapping crudely mixing with the sound of dennis’ full on heaves. dennis snaked his arms over robby’s shoulder, clawing roughly at the skin. god, fuck- robby, please don’t stop im gonna cum again, it’s so good, it feels too good.

robby laughed again at his pleas, wincing when he feels his sharp nails slice at his skin. you’re gonna gonna make me bleed, sweetheart, fuck. but don’t worry, i’m not gonna stop, im gonna take care of you, just cry your little heart out and let me fuck you how you need it, yeah?

a tug of a shoulder, a redirect of a path, a praise after a successful procedure. the boy always keens at him, face red and voice stuttering as robby smiles at his excellence.

he’s feeling bold one day, confident in the way dennis accepts what is given to him by robby. dennis is working on a case solo, a simple fever and rash he quickly and correctly diagnosed as a simple virus. robby snuck in the room just as an observation, nothing to do with the doctor himself, of course. he listened as dennis sends the patient off with treatment, approving of the medications prescribed and watching them leave with a smile.

he looked at dennis who had satisfied grin covering his face as he scribbled notes down on the clipboard. robby hovered close behind him, much closer than he would with any of his other doctors, but he wasn’t too worried when dennis leaned back even further to show him his work.

he felt a rush of confidence and a slight bout of psychosis, probably, as he reached up to the back of the boys head. he tangled his fingers in the small curls at the base of his neck, giving them a slight tug as he pulled dennis’ head a bit closer to his own. keep up the good work, whitaker, you’re doing great.

and when later comes and victoria is sprawled out on her bedroom floor, striking a million poses in all her new sets, she gets a little bit too giddy and isn’t fully paying attention to whose contact she’s clicking on. and of course the only person she’s texts as much as she texts trinity is her md who she has wayyyy too close of a relationship with for it to be professional anymore and their contacts are just so close together she doesn’t really pay any mind to who she clicks on before sending all fifteen photos of herself in crude poses with the caption i can’t tell which one i like best lol but im feeling myself

it’s not more than an hour, but some time passes before victoria starts to question why trinity hasn’t answered. she goes to pull up her phone just to see the timestamp of her message threads not adding up to who she texted. trinity’s contact was under cassie’s contact and victoria couldn’t even remember the last text she’s sent to cassie, confused on why it’s further up than trin’s until a terrible realization hits her.

she clicks on cassie’s message threads and sees all of her half naked pictures nicely condensed into a nice folder sitting at the bottom of the thread. her heart drops and she attempts to delete the pictures before she can see it, but the dreaded read 5:23pm pops up under the picture before she could have anything to do with it.

a cold sweat runs down her back as she tries to type out oh my god cassie i am so sorry these were obviously not meant for you but the message bubble pops up before she can send it.

she’s not sure what made her fingers pause as she saw it, but her thumb hovered over the send button waiting for cassie to respond. the gray bubble disappeared and victoria was just about to bite the bullet and send the apology. before she was able to, the blue bubble popped up, and her heart froze in her chest as she read her message.

these all look great on you, javadi. but maybe an in person show would help me form a better opinion.