Emma

Rockstar - Brendon Park meets his match against PTMC’s fiery new attending.

Pussy Wagon - A spilled drink leads you to see a different side of your nemesis Park The Shark.

The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks aren’t the only explosive thing happening at Jesse’s Fourth of July party.

A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hot…

This Is Not A Love Story - Brandon tries to set a rule after a ‘sticky’ situation.

The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.

Tell. Me. To. Stop (NSFW) - Jealousy is not an emotion Brendon Park is accustomed to.

Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.

Is He Prettier Than Me? - Brandon gets curious when he learns you have other plans.

Confetti (NSFW) - Brendon Park doesn't do night clubs...

The Drawer - Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.

Scrunchies - Scrunchies… they’re the downfall of Brendon Park.

Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.

An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW) - Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.

Authentic - You and Jesse discuss your situationship with Brendon after you see him with another woman.

THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.

Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you…

Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.

Doctor Dick - Brendon’s day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.

A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.

The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to David’s calls once and for all.

The One That Hates The Ravens - David’s attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.

The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.

Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he’s been keeping for almost a decade.

His Father’s Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.

The Cost of Dignity - Brendon’s greatest secret comes with a cost.

A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.

The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.

Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.

Baby Shark - Once a year Brendon always ends up back at the aquarium.

Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.

The Call Out - Brendon’s focus on wedding planning is disrupted when he’s called out to the scene of a multi-car pile up.

Good Hands - Abbot reminds Brendon you’re in good hands as they proceed with the amputation.

Flayed - Brendon’s world crashes down as he learns the truth about the accident.

Ten Things I Love About You - Brendon discovers a pink envelope in the pocket of the jacket you were wearing at the time of the accident.

The Parent Trap - Brendon faces your parents, leading to a surprise revelation.

Sledgehammer - Brendon struggles to cope in the aftermath of everything that’s happened.

Et Tu Marianne? - Your mother throws Brendon under the bus after you wake up from surgery.

Roses - Brendon is forced to deal with a vindictive POS when a dozen red roses are delivered to your door.

The Fucking Patient - Abbot has some harsh words for Brendon regarding your care.

Chemistry - You and Brendon finally have a moment alone to talk.

A Serial Absconder - Your habit of disappearing leads to a healing journey Brendon doesn’t expect.

The Best the Ravens Have Ever Looked (NSFW) - Brendon has a real problem with your shorts.

Home - Brendon introduces you to your new home after the accident.

The Change Up - When you struggle to reacclimate at home Brendon realises you need a change up.

The Body Pillow - Brendon and you settle in for your first night at the new house.

Rae Days - You're forced to navigate your new limitations when Brendon returns to work full time.

The Liberator - Brandon asks Abbot's for advice with a very particular problem.

Grounded - Brendon gets a surprise when his brother turns up on his doorstep unexpectedly.

You’re in the shower when Brendon gets home from the hospital. He can hear the water running as he strips the jacket from his shoulders and leans over to unfasten the laces on his sneakers. His lower back twinges, the penance he pays for spending an entire eight-hour surgery on his feet. Back in his twenties he could pull that shit off and then spend the night clubbing. Now he’s in his forties, he’s starting to feel the aches and pains of his age, no matter how much exercise he does.

He hisses through his teeth as he straightens, pain shooting right up his vertebrae. The Tylenol he’s taking isn’t touching it, he needs to lie down, to re-align his spine…

He’s an old man with a bad back.

Abbot’s words about Robby flit through his brain as he thinks of The Liberator Jaz currently stashed underneath the bed, hidden because Tommy had been here when it arrived. There are somethings you just don’t share with your fiancée in front of your half-brother, the sex cushion is certainly one of them.

“I suppose it couldn’t hurt to give it a try.” He tells himself, sneaking a glance at the closed bathroom door. You usually do two shampoos and one conditioning cycle, then you have to dry yourself and get back into your wheelchair. That should buy him a little personal time with the sex cushion.

It takes him a second to nudge it out from underneath the bed with his foot. His jaw clenches as he bends down to pick it up, teeth grinding against the pain of the stretch. He sets the cushion down on the mattress, trying to figure out the best position before he turns it upside down, so its flatter edge is at the top, the curved part at the bottom.

He lies down, rolling it along the small of his back to find the right position. He lets out a low groan as he feels several of the bones pop, releasing the pressure in his spine as he flexes his hips back and forth.

“Should I be concerned that I just walked in on you air humping a sex cushion?” Your voice breaks through his momentary relief as he turns his head to look at you. Your damp hair falls across the white t-shirt of his that you’re wearing as you pat it dry with a hand towel.

“This really isn’t what it looks like.” He informs you, his hips arching as more vertebrae pop.

“Yeah, ok.” You toss the towel into the laundry hamper before setting the break on your wheelchair. He watches as you transfer yourself onto the mattress alongside him, your fingertips skating over the edging of the sex aid. “Is it as good as it looks?”

“You want to try?” He asks, lifting himself off The Liberator, inviting you to experiment with it.

His back is already in a much better state than it was when he walked through the door. He can see why Robby and Jesse may have invested in one of these, especially outside of the bedroom.

You shimmy into his previously occupied space, lying back, settling yourself on the cushion. You tilt your hips back and forth, arching with the motion of the cushion and it reminds Brendon of nights back in his condo, him sitting in the chair at the end of the bed as he watched you writhe in his sheets fucking your fingers exactly the way he told you to.

“If we were to…” Your blush is adorable as you fumble for the words as he pointedly ignores the erection pressing urgently against the zipper of his jeans. The poor thing has had bluebells since that hand job you gave him in the hospital. “How would it work?”

“Can I show you?” His voice is husky, twinged with a deep yearning as he awaits your answer.

You nod shyly and he climbs onto his hands and knees, caging you in. His blue eyes are a tempestuous ocean, the tide drawing you under as he crawls along the length of your body like a predator, situating himself between your legs.

His hips meet yours, tipping the cushion back, elevating them so that the length of his throbbing cock is nestled right against that needy pussy. He guides your thighs around his waist, the space below your knee hooking just underneath his ass, drawing him closer. His palm grasps your waist, squeezing lightly through the thin cotton, thumb tracing soothing circles as you stare up at him with eager eyes, hair fanning across the pillows.

“So, we can do it with me above you like this so I can get a good thrust-” Your breath catches as he demonstrates, the motion sending a delicious burst of electricity crackling through your nerve endings. “Or…” He drapes himself over you, his skin like liquid fire through his waffled henley as his mouth lingers in your proximity, so dangerously close. “…we could try something like this which I think is a lot more intimate.”

Your hand cards through his dark strands as his nose trails along yours, his lips a gentle tease as they brush over yours, not quite kissing. “And if I flip it over?”

“I can fuck you doggy style. Pull your hair, spank that sexy ass of yours.” He murmurs the words like an unspoken promise, rocking his pelvis against yours as he supports your limb by holding it in place against his hipbone. “Or we can take it slow and do something a little like this from behind, my hands pinning yours to the bed as I fuck you like the night I proposed.”

“What about oral?” You ponder with purpose and he gives you that wicked grin, the one that speaks of wild nights and deviance. “How would that work with the cushion?”

“Let’s find out, shall we?” His mouth leaves a heated trail down your throat as he drives a knee between your thighs, the rough denim caressing your clit like a filthy kiss.

“Fuck.” You drawl, your head tipping back into the pillow as he grips the fabric of the t-shirt in his fist, yanking it up so that he has access to that pretty dusting between your legs.

“Oh, I’ve missed her.” He mumbles against your inner thigh, the five o’clock shadow that lines his jaw scraping across your tender skin. Your knees settle over his shoulders perfectly, the angle of the cushion presenting you to his demanding tongue. He licks a long strip from slit to clit making you buck up against him unbidden. “I think she’s missed me too from the way you’re leaking all over my tongue.”

This shit, it’s what Harry Styles wrote that stupid song about, the one you’ve been playing in the kitchen everytime you make dinner together. His lips ghost over you, a flutter of butterfly kisses that touch everywhere but the place you desperately want.

“Don’t tease.” You plead, your fingers threading through his hair, grasping at the roots. His scalp lights up, a pulse of need resonating through his entire body as his restraint snaps. He delves in like a man starved, thumb stroking over that naughty pearl as his tongue plunges inside you.

You cry out at the action, thrusting his face even deeper into your cunt and he moans, the low hum vibrating right through your pussy.

“Do that again.” You command.

He repeats the motion as you clench around his tongue, the tune to Watermelon Sugar emitting from low in his throat as you hit the crescendo of the chorus. The rapture tears the breath right out of you, your cum soaking his face as he revels in your first orgasm since the accident. His tongue is forced out of you by the spasm but like the good boy he is, he cleans up the mess he’s made, licking up every drop of that sweetness as you fall back against the pillows, your arm thrown up over your face.

“Was that fucking Harry Styles?” You accuse, trying to stifle your laugh as his mouth nips at your inner thigh playfully.

“That is between me and this gorgeous pussy.” He informs you, using his fingers to slap your clit, eliciting another moan.

“You’re fucking terrible.” You grasp his pillow from his side of the bed and hit him with it. He catches it before you can do it again, wrenching it from your grasp, catching a glimpse of your infectious grin.

He was worried that this might be a little too much, that you may feel overwhelmed but that is clearly not the case if you’re assaulting him. He hurls the pillow onto back towards its rightful place before gently guiding your legs back onto the bed. He eases The Liberator out from underneath you, tossing it off the mattress to strip and wash in the morning.

“So how do we rate our new toy?” He asks you, planting sultry kisses up along your waist. “I think it’s a solid eight when it comes to oral.”

“We’ll need further testing before we can grade properly it but for now….” You reach for your phone on the nightstand.

“What are you…” He catches a glimpse of your screen as he collapses into the space next to you. “Is that a spreadsheet?”

You slap the phone down on your chest, your cheeks flushing as he starts to laugh. “I’m not pissed, I just… I have one too.”

“You do not!”

“I promise you I do.” He informs you, realising his phone still resides in the pocket of the jacket hanging up in the hall. “I started it last night when you and Tommy where binging Widow’s Bay.”

“I want to see.” You demand and he props his head up on palm.

“You aren’t even going to let me bathe in after glow.” He pouts mournfully, pulling a sad face. “Must I be a slave to your whims?”

The pillow is back in your hands, and he fends off the attack by capturing your wrists and dragging you on top of him instead.

“Five minutes.” He lays out his terms, nudging your nose with his. “Five minutes of cuddle time, and then you can see my spreadsheet.”

“Fine.” You agree, settling against him, your stump draping over his thigh as he wraps his arms around you, cradling you lose. “You get five minutes, and I hope to God there’s colour coded tabs.”

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