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you were stood in front of the tall mirror in your bedroom (blinds all shot because you refused to let him get a peep from his window), admiring your outfit. you had decided on a tight red dress that hugged your hips so well and held your tits up nicely, your curled hair resting on your shoulders. the whole morning was spent getting ready. fingernails and toenails painted a pretty red to match your dress, an almost two hour long shower shaving every inch of your body, and doing your hair and makeup taking up a good chunk of the rest of the day. your phone had buzzed non stop throughout the day from pope pestering you.

-what are you wearing?

-can i come get you yet?

-why are your blinds shut?

all of them went unanswered, driving pope absolutely crazy. he had taken the longest shower of his life that morning, doing whatever he could to make sure he looked his best for you. when he had first noticed your blinds shut that morning, it made his head spin. what were you up to in there? it wasn't until his phone finally buzzed from a text from you telling him to come over that his nerves slightly calmed. however that calmness didn't last long.

when the door to your home opened, his pants suddenly got tighter. "excited to see me already?" you spoke sweetly as you looked him up and down, giggling at the sight of his hard on in his pants. all he could do was clear his throat as he continued to look you up and down, reaching a hand forward to brush his fingertips against your hip. his head snapped up to you as you slapped his hand away, waving a finger in his face. "no dessert before you eat, you'll spoil your dinner," a giggle left your lips as you spoke, moving to the side to let him come in. you moved to sit on your couch, looking up at him as he moved to stand in front of you. "can you help me with my heels?" you asked innocently, the words barely leaving your mouth before he was dropping to his knees in front of you.

he eyed the heels that were sat on the ground next to him, dark red with a stiletto heel that could poke an eye out. his eyes moved back to you when he felt your foot slide against his thigh, snapping him from his trance. "any day now," you spoke, toes dragging along his belt before moving up to dangle in front of his face. his large hands came to wrap around your ankle, basically swallowing it whole. god he could cum from just your foot in his face. never knew he was a foot guy. he brought your foot to his mouth, leaving a soft kiss on the top of it before moving to buckle the heel before doing the same to the other. you rose before he did, staring down at the man who was still on his knees. "look so pretty down there, andy," you spoke sweetly, manicured fingers reaching to drag across his jaw slowly before gripping his jaw tightly, forcing his gaze to move from your hips right in front of him to look up at you. "let's go before we are late."

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the drive to the restaurant was agonizing. he had ran two stop signs just from looking over at you. the slit in your dress just high enough when you crossed your legs that he was so close to getting a glimpse of your cunt. why were you doing this to him? why couldn't he just have one little peek before dinner? at dinner was even worse. it didn't help that any man in there turned to catch a glimpse of the way your tits were suffocating in your dress or how your ass looked absolutely heavenly.

your foot had been rubbing up and down his leg the entire time as you talked, pope only listening and nodding. it wasn't until you two had finally began to eat that he felt it. your foot moving higher before it was in between his thighs and pressing against his dick. he almost choked the harder you pressed, an innocent smile on your face the whole time. "are you alright andrew?" you would ask every so often, to which he just stared back at you, veins almost popping out of his neck. "stop. please," was all he could manage to get out, his hand going underneath the table to wrap tightly around your ankle.

"you don't get to do that. don't get to touch me and not even let me get a peek at you all day," he mumbled, his face slightly red from the embarrassing admission. a wicked smile had spread across your face at his vulnerability, leaning forward a little over the table to give him the perfect shot down your dress. "don't worry, andy. as soon as we leave here i'll let you have a peek at anything you want," you cooed to him, licking over your lips. he couldn't even say anything, standing up and throwing some cash on the table before grabbing your arm and yanking you from the restaurant.

it was only fair. he took you out like you asked and now he wanted his reward.

the butterflies in your stomach felt like they had exploded, his backhanded praises going straight to your cunt as you stared at him. you hadn't even realized you were staring at his mouth as he spoke, just curious as to what they felt like. all you could do was slowly nod, eyes flickering back up to his that now looked slightly darker than before. "say it. say you're a smart girl," he spoke, voice slightly lower. he could practically feel the heat radiating off of you from across the center console. he could lay money on between your thighs being even warmer. "i... i'm a smart girl," you squeaked out, feeling your breath caught in your throat.

this was wrong. so so wrong. you shouldn't be feeling these way about a man this much older than you. especially a man that was your superior at work. it was so hard not to though. you weren't sure you had ever seen a prettier man than doctor abbott. his gray curls that sat perfectly on his head, the freckles you could see lightly scattered across his face when you were this close, the ways his muscles twitched and his veins popped on his arms. were you drooling?

"good girl. i knew you had a brain in there somewhere. go on inside. you don't want to keep your boyfriend waiting," he spoke, reaching down between your seat and the console to unbuckle your seatbelt, finger tips brushing against your thigh. the self restraint he had to not grab onto your thigh as tight as he could was impeccable. a small giggle left your lips, leaning forward to put your bag on your back. "i don't have a boyfriend, dr. abbott," your voice said, singing music to his ears. you turned to open the door, hopping out before turning to face him, leaning forward onto the seat a little as you smiled at him. "thank you for the ride. i will see you tomorrow," you spoke again, turning to shut the door. do something idiot. "wait, give me your phone," he shot quickly, holding his hand out. were you going to think he was a creep? "i'll put my number in it. can call me and i will come get you before shift, okay? wouldn't want you to have to walk alone in the city. there's creeps around you know," he said with a sly smile, watching as you reached to pull your phone out and open it, slowly handing it over to him. jackpot.

after he had put his number in, of course adding a little smiley face for comfort, he handed it back to you, his fingers brushing against your hand. "get some sleep. don't want you crying on shift tomorrow," was all he spoke, shooting a wink at you that had your knees buckling. all you could do was nod quickly, shooting a shy smile at him before turning to almost speed walk to your apartment. you could feel him watching you the whole way into the building, god were your hands sweating?? you didn't think it was possible for a man to have this type of effect on you.

you leaned against your front door once you were finally inside, breathing slightly harder than normal. calm down calm down calm down. he was just being friendly. you couldn't help but collapse on your couch, mind spinning over the entire day. the thought of him being angry at you had totally left your mind and now all you could think about was him. the way he looked down at you, the way he was quick to correct you or help you when needed, the way he would praise you so sweetly. should you text him now or wait? was it weird if you did that? you found yourself staring at his contact in your phone, basically gnawing on your lip as you fought an internal battle of whether to reach out or wait.

you had decided on the latter, forcing yourself to shower and go through your routine before finally climbing into bed. it was again that you found yourself playing with the idea to reach out. "just do it," you mumbled to yourself, typing and deleting messages without every pressing send before you finally bit the bullet.

it's me. thank you for the ride. :)

you hadn't even noticed your hands were shaking when you pushed send, immediately shutting your phone off and slamming it down next to you in the bed. was the smiley face too much? you want him to take you seriously and you send a fucking smiley face? you wanted to slam your head into a wall with shame as you stared at the tv, some reality show playing on the screen. the thought of him not answering back was something that was eating you alive as you slowly began to drift off to sleep.

on the other hand, jack was anticipating a text his whole way home and as he got settled in. did he do too much? was getting your number too soon? he was mentally beating himself up until his phone buzzed and a message that could only come from you came through. he was sat in bed already, staring at his screen as he read it. a small smile came to his lips at the smiley face, the image of your smiling face playing over and over again in his head. he didn't reply just yet, setting his phone off to the side. he wanted to keep you on edge, play with your feelings just a bit. he hoped that if he distanced just a little, you'd come clinging like a puppy. and that was exactly what he did. he forced himself to wait another hour, busying himself with reading before he eventually found himself looking up your name.

what a stalker. he had managed to find your instagram, scrolling through it with his dick straining painfully in his pants. the page was so innocent. pictures of flowers that you had taken, photos with your family, and his personal favorites: you posing like an angel with that big smile on your face. he hadn't even realized he had a hand down his pants now, fighting with sleep and the urge to jack off to your face. creep. your page wasn't like usual girls around your age. there were no photos of you in over revealing outfits, no photos with men, just you being you. and it drove him crazy. he wasn't sure how it happened but he had managed to cum just from looking at a photo of you laying on the beach, bathing suit fitting you absolutely perfectly. he just needed a peek underneath. that was all he wanted.

you had stirred from your sleep from the sound of a text coming through your phone. you knew you hadn't been asleep long considering the tv was still playing your show. the text was enough to wake you right up though. you swallowed hard as you stared at the screen, immediately sitting straight up in your bed.

hi my little nurse. how about i pick you up a little earlier and we get some coffee before shift? my treat for you, of course.

the rent at your apartment raising had forced you to move, which also forced you into getting a new job at the pitt. the apartment you had moved into was only a couple blocks away, which made things easier for you to just walk. the night shift was your only option when transferring, which you didn't necessarily hate but didn't love either. the first week was spent trying to adjust to total change in your sleep schedule and learning the ways of how they worked together in the ed. you were quick to get comfortable and relaxed as one possibly could in an emergency room. dr. ellis was quick to take you under her wing, always being one to question how you remained so positive in such a chaotic environment. you fit in nicely with the others as well, always coming in with a smile on your face and positive as ever.

there was only one you couldn't quite figure out yet. dr. abbott. the first time you saw him, goosebumps littered your skin. sure, you had crushes on boys in school but this was something totally different. hell, the man was old enough to be your father. it was the way he looked at you, eyes slightly darkened that had the hairs on your neck standing up and your heart beating fast. he didn't speak much to you at first, the pitt always too busy for him to stop and have an actual conversation before he was being rushed off to help elsewhere.

jack on the other hand was immediately drawn to you. the way your scrubs hugged every curve of your body just perfect, the way you were eager to learn and even more eager to obey anyone who asked you to do something, the way you would look up at him with your big doe eyes. 'get a grip, she's too young.' he would remind himself, constantly finding himself staring at you. he wondered what you would do after work, where would you go, did you have someone waiting for you at home? he was always so quick to praise you as well, always telling you how you are doing 'such a good job. such a good little nurse.' he could see the way his praises effected you. how your cheeks would turn a light pink, your hands moving to fidget with a finger, and how you would always thank him so politely.

he also quickly caught on to how innocent and naive you were. he could see the puzzled expression on your face whenever staff were gossiping about different sexual experiences, immediately catching on to the fact that you were more than likely a virgin. perfect. his to ruin. or the quiet 'how' that would leave your lips under your breath whenever a patient would come in with an injury due to some wild sexscapade. he would force himself to look away or even leave the room, trying his hardest not to get a hard on from your naivety.

shift had just changed over when you made your way to stand in front of the board of patients, a rather calm atmosphere filling the emergency department. your fingers were absentmindedly twirling one of your two braids between them as your eyes scanned down the list. it wasn't until someone came to stand beside you, arm brushing yours slightly and a clearing of a throat that pulled you from your trance. dr. abbott stood beside you, arms across his chest as he looked at the board. "good afternoon, dr. abbott," you spoke sweetly, eyes glancing down at his arms before back up to the side of his face, a warm smile on your lips. he had to to pretend he was actually reading, finally turning to look at you. "good morning, kid," he spoke gruffly, taking in how innocent you looked with your braids in. the things he would do to be able to yank them as he took you from behind. every time he spoke to you, you could feel the blood rush to your head, toes becoming numb. why was he having this effect on you? he noticed your quietness, watching as you looked back to the board with a blush that only made him stare at you harder. "you sleep well?" he spoke again, eyes trailing down to your waistband to peek at the sparkly pink badge clip that held your id.

a fast nod was all you could reply with, clearing your throat to finally look back at him. "this is pretty," he mumbled, finger reaching out to poke at the badge clip, both of you now looking down at it. "oh thank you, my mom got it for me," you said with a shy smile, cheeks now a tint of pink. gifts from mom? definitely no boyfriend. "you're too sweet for a place like this," was all he said, giving your id a tug before letting it slap back up to the clip, turning to walk to the desk and leaving you there with pink cheeks. too sweet? was that a complaint? a compliment?

the rest of shift was spent, worried that dr. abbott was mad at you or looked at you as less. which in his eyes you were. but that was how he liked you. beneath him. anytime you were pulled into a room to assist, you found yourself beginning to fumble with things more when he was around. your nervousness about impressing him was taking over and slightly affecting your work to the best of your ability. it wasn't till you had managed to drop a few things, his head snapping to look down at you as you scrambled to pick everything up. god, you looked so good like this. down on your knees in front of him. completely clueless. he stuck a foot out to step on one of the papers you were about to pick up, pinning it to the ground. "go. don't want you getting in the way," he spoke down to you, your eyes staring up at him wide. all you could do was clear your throat and stand up, hurrying out of the room.

it took everything in you to hold the tears back, feeling like you could sob any second for the rest of your shift at the way he looked at you. he was definitely mad. definitely thought you were stupid. all you were trying to do was make him proud. you had done everything possible to stay out of his way, although you could feel him watching you every second. watching your every move. waiting for your next mistake. when the end of shift had rolled around, you were rushing to pack your bag up and get out of there and on your walk home. jack noticed your hurry and sped himself up, shoving things in his back and pushing past robby with a "can't talk. got to go." he followed you out of the hospital, noticing you heading to the sidewalk instead of to the parking lot. "you walk?" you heard from behind you, the voice causing you to stop dead in your tracks and slowly turn around.

there he stood, one hand holding the strap of his bag over his shoulder, the other resting at this side. "uh yeah. i don't live too far from here," your voice came out as almost a whisper. good. she's scared now. too worried to say the wrong thing. he looked around as the other night shift crew started to make their way out, turning back to you. "let me take you home, sweetheart. you said its not that far, yeah?" he spoke, making his way to stand in front of you now, looking down at you with a grin. you couldn't help the way your gaze left his face and immediately went down to your shoes, too worried to look at him for too long in case your crying fit would start then. he was just being nice. just let him take you home. "okay," the word came out as a stutter, causing you to mentally punch yourself. he hummed and nodded, hand reaching out to press to the small of your back and nudge you gently towards his truck. god he wanted to ruin you.

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that summer day smurf had decided on having one of her pool parties, inviting everyone to enjoy the pool in the hot weather. you could hear the music from the other side of the fence as you laid floating in your pool, a small pout on your lip. usually pope would pop over, inviting you over to hang out with them, yet he had yet to show up. pope on the other hand didn't want you coming over. he had snuck a peek of you earlier that morning in your pool, bathing suit top so small that one wrong move would have a nipple showing. your bottoms were so small he swears he could see the perfect outline of your cunt. he hated the idea of you coming over only for the fact that he didn't want any of the other people at the party noticing what he had noticed.

after a while of pouting and floating, you decided you were going to go over yourself. you were always a friendly neighbor to the cody's, smurf always telling you to come over whenever they were having a get together. today was the day you were going to take her up on that offer. you had made your way inside, putting on a small pair of shorts that only covered a tiny bit more than what your bikini bottoms did. with your little kitten heels clacking on the pavement of your driveway, you made your way across the yard to the cody's. you slowly opened the gate to the backyard, eyes scanning around the crowd of people.

first you noticed craig, the large man immediately looking you up and down. "well hello neighbor," he down to you, a group of guys with him. you knew they were looking at you like fresh meat, but you never were one to mind attention. "where's andrew?" you asked more quickly than you would have liked, eyes still moving around the crowd of people. before he could even answer, a large hand wrapped around your arm, yanking you towards the house.

it took you a moment to register it was pope, almost stumbling as he pulled you inside, shutting the door quickly behind you. "what are you doing here?" he mumbled to you, his hand hesitating to leave yours as his eyes dragged up and down your body. your arms came to tightly cross your chest, tits threatening to spill out at any moment. "why have you been avoiding me?" you shot back quickly, glaring up at him as you stood in the kitchen. all he could do was reach up and scratch the back of his neck, glancing around the room to make sure there was no one else inside. "i haven't been avoiding you, just been busy," he mumbled, trying his hardest not to stare at your tits that were basically begging him to be touched. all you could do was scoff, your eyes immediately rolling.

"bullshit. i see you watching me all the time," you spoke, finally taking a moment to look him up and down as he had to you. heat began to flood your cheeks as you finally noticed he was shirtless, taking in every freckle and muscle that littered his body. the next thing you noticed that his dick was basically standing straight up in his swim trunks. "don't you miss me?" your voice was laced with sweetness now as a hand reached forward to play with the string of his swim trunks. every muscle in his body seemed to tense up, hand shooting forward to grab your wrist.

"please don't do this here. just go home and i'll come over later, yeah?" he nearly pleaded, eyes still scanning around to make sure no one was peeping on your conversation. you were too young to be hanging around a man his age, too pretty to be seen with someone like him, and not dressed nearly enough to be at a party with all these men. "pathetic, andrew," you mumbled, finger reaching forward to lightly drag your finger along the outline of his cock. it was enough to make him almost cum in his shorts.

"everything alright in here?" smurf's voice interrupted, your hand moving back to your side as you turned around to face her, a smile on your face. "yes, just chatting. lovely party, smurf," you spoke sweetly to her with a nod, shooting pope a smile as well before making your way back outside. "you have no business being around that little girl," his mother immediately spoke to him once you had shut the patio door behind you. all he could do was snarl at her, watching you mingle into the crowd of people outside.

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it felt like torture, the rest of the party going on around him. he was pounding beer after beer, watching you swim, laugh, and talk to the other party goers. none of them know what you look like naked like he does. none of them know how it sounds when you moan like he does. none of them know how your pussy squeezes just right when you cum like he does. his mind was racing the entire night, his eyes never once leaving you no matter how many people tried to pull him into conversation. he wanted to be the one talking to you, he wanted to be the one complimenting you.

you stood talking with deran and a few of his friends, your who knows what number drink in your hand. you did everything in your power to drive pope crazy. your shorts had long been discarded, back to him so he was forced to stare at your ass as you talked. all you wanted was him to come touch, drag you away to fuck, but he didn't. it wasn't until you felt a presence behind you, a firm bulge pressing against your ass and arm snaking around your waist that you knew you had finally got to him. "you ready to go home?" pope had mumbled in your ear, hand resting just on the waistband of your bottoms and the top of your pussy. deran and his friends looked more than confused, watching the goosebumps pop up on your skin as pope held you. "no," was all you managed to get out, continuing on talking with the men in front of you.

it was like something in him had flipped (probably the alcohol he was using to distract himself). he was quick to spin you around, throwing you over his shoulder and making his way to the gate of the yard. "put me down," you gasped, hand coming to hit repeatedly at his back. he didn't say anything as he continued to your house, easily opening the front door. "you keep hitting me and i'll cum before you even get your pants off," he spoke, quick to throw you on the bed.

"hate watching other people look at you. looking at what's mine," he continued to mumble as he threw you easily onto your couch, staring down at you. "you've been neglecting me, andrew. never said i was yours," you spoke, foot reaching out to press against his stomach to keep him from coming any closer. "you are. gonna fill you up so many times tonight that everyone will know you're mine. will be dripping out of you for days," he spoke, quick to pull his swim trunks off.

sure, he had mentioned you to robby a couple times. simply your name, that you were dating, and where you had met. never anything else; never that you lived with him since the very early stages of your relationship, never that you were still in college, and NEVER your age. of course you had always questioned him about work, who he talked to, did he have friends, when could you meet said people. he would always brush you off, saying that they were boring and that he would rather just stay home with you than joining them at the bar. he had switched to working the day shift not too long after you moved in, wanting to be able to spend more time with you. (nights were also taking a toll on his old man self.) he would introduce you when the time was right, whether that be in a month or in 10 years.

since he never brought you around his friends, he was forced to be dragged along with you and your friends. which is where he found himself now on a late friday night at the bar, shoved in the corner of a booth while you and your friends drank and laughed around him. he wasn't really paying attention to the conversation as he twirled a piece of your hair that laid on your back back between his fingers. it's not that he didn't enjoy going out with you and your friends, it just really wasn't his scene. he looked odd surrounded by the college age girls, some might think he's a perv. you didn't care though, hands constantly touching him no matter how many people shot funny looks.

"jack," you spoke sweetly in his ear over the loud music of the bar, his hand moving from your back wrap around your waist and pull you closer. "can you get me another drink?" you questioned, pressing a soft kiss to his ear as your hand came up to rub his chest sweetly. he knew you were already drunk, which would concern him if he wasn't here watching your every move. he stared at you for a few moments, leaning to press a soft kiss to your head before nodding and squeezing out of the booth to make his way up to the bar. you immediately got wrapped back up into the conversation with your friends, glancing as he made his way up to the bar.

he ordered your usual, a vodka cranberry, asking the bartender to be a little light on the pour because he would hate for you to feel too hungover in the morning. "jack? what are you doing here?" he heard from beside him, head immediately shooting over to see robby stood there, other coworkers of him near as well. it was like the color drained from his face as he opened his mouth to say something, shutting it quickly. 'think, idiot. say something.' was all he could run in his mind. "i'm here with my girlfriend," he finally spoke, clearing his throat a little. robby raised his eyebrows, looking around a little to try and spot whoever could possibly be dating doctor jack abbott. "didn't know you drank fruity drinks, abbott," santos snorted, clapping her hand on the older man's back as he held the cup tightly. what he hadn't noticed was you staring daggers from across the bar, no idea who the girl around your age was talking to your boyfriend.

you hadn't even felt yourself stand up, your legs tingling a little considering this is the first time you stood since you all had arrived that evening. jack's gaze met yours as he continued to talk to those surrounding him, looking slightly nervous which made you begin walking towards. you weren't an easily jealous person, not when it came to jack. you knew how much he adored you and would never step out on you, butttt get a little alcohol in ya and youre the most jealous woman on the planet. you moved your way through the crowd, jack immediately pulling himself from the conversation to meet you halfway. "who is that?" you questioned immediately, looking past him at the group of people who were now looking at the two of you with puzzled looks. he handed you your drink, scratching the back of his neck as he glanced back before looking back down at you.

"just people i work with, let's go sit back down," he spoke, reaching for you hand but you quickly pulled it away. "introduce me," was the only thing you could say as you sipped at the straw of your drink, jack sighing softly. "we can do introductions another day. molly was just about to start talking about how she slept with that guy fro-," you walked past him before he could even finish trying to distract you with your friends. he had mentioned robby before so you had a vague idea of him, making your way up to the dark haired man. "hi, you must be robby. i'm y/n. jack's girlfriend" you leaned forward a little to the man, holding your hand out for him to shake. he had an almost dumbfounded look on his face as he looked from you, to jack who was now stood right behind you, a hand moving to rest on your waist. jack simply stared daggers at robby, almost trying to telepathically say 'do not embarrass me.'

"yeah, hi. have heard some good things about you," robby spoke with a smile, shaking your hands. you could see past him at who you could only assume were other doctors, all speaking quietly to each other as they watched you and jack. jack's hand held your waist tightly, squeezing a bit to subconsciously tell you to hurry this conversation up and that he did not want to do this right now. you simply took a step back so your back was now against him, continuing on with your chat with robby.

it felt like forever for jack as you talked to the rest of his coworkers, blabbing on and on about your relationship and how long you had been together. curse you and your big mouth. you finally began to say your goodbyes, grabbing jack's hand to pull him back to your booth. "you mad at me?" you mumbled in his ear, your hand moving to rest on his thigh as you now sat side by side. he chuckled, head shaking as he turned to press a soft kiss to your lips. "could never be mad at you, sweetheart," was all he could say.

you only find yourself in this position due to your incessant nagging earlier in the day while the two of you were shopping. you had begged him to take you shopping, claiming 'you haven't taken me out to shop in so long. do you not love me anymore?' of course he loved you and constantly spoiled you, he had just been busy with meetings more than usual lately. you threw an absolute fit whenever he finally cut off your little shopping spree, already spending thousands of dollars on you throughout the day. you stared up at him, tears rolling down your cheeks and stomping your feet as he dragged you from the store. the ride home was silent before he muttered out the words 'hide and seek'.

you loved to play games with titus, it kept your already intense relationship more enthralling. his favorite was hide and seek because he was more than good at it. half the time he could find you just from the smell of you, the expensive perfume he bought you after your wedding was something he could hunt out from miles away. your breathing was next, he could be quiet as a mouse and could hear your breathing from 3 rooms away. he loved seeking you out, his adrenaline pumping the whole time. whenever he finally find you, he would spend hours absolutely torturing you before taking such good care of you after.

you were curled as tightly as you could into yourself, holding your knees tightly to your chest with one arm while the other held a hand clasped over your mouth. you could tell he was on the other side of the house, the very distant sound of his footsteps not worrying you too much yet. you knew it wouldn't be too long before he did find you, he was very thorough whenever you would play hide and seek. you were always trying to cram yourself into spots titus couldn't reach. those were the spots he would always look first. under your low bed, behind your large couch, anywhere you could fit your tiny self.

what was he going to do when he found you? you were rather rude to him earlier. he would definitely spank you for sure, always making sure your bottom was sore so you would barely be able to sit for a few days. maybe fuck your face, that was one of his favorite things to do. he loved to watch your face turn red, tears continuously falling. the sound of you gagging on him only turned him on more. or he would deny you orgasm after orgasm, filling you up with his own cum over and over but refusing to let you finish. he loved to watch it seep out of you as you sobbed for him to make you cum.

you were instantly pulled from your thoughts at the sound of his footsteps approaching the kitchen. your hold on your mouth got even tighter, trying to steady your breathing. "i know you're in here. i can hear your heartbeat," you heard his voice say from across the kitchen, your eyes shutting tightly. you hadn't realized how fast and loud your heart was beating, trying to relax but it seemed to only get louder. you swallowed hard as you could hear your husband begin to open up the cabinets one by one, getting closer and closer to the one you were hid in.

your eyes finally opened as his steps stopped right in front of the one you were in. "either you come out or i drag you out. your choice, pet," he spoke bluntly, still not opening the cabinet door. you could come out, maybe he would be easier on you, let you cum maybe once. maybe he wouldn't spank you, just refuse to deny you an orgasm. you would be okay with that if it meant your ass didn't sting every time you showered.

you must have been taking too long to decide because the cabinet door was quick to open, his large hand reaching forward to pull all the pots and pans out to the floor with loud bangs. a gasp left your lips as you watched them all tumble, his legs only visible. he slowly squatted down, now coming face to face with you. "you stupid, stupid thing," he tsked, his finger reaching forward to wipe a tear you hadn't even realized had fallen. your bottom lip was quaking, getting ready to let out a sob. before you could even think to begin crying, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, dragging you out of the cabinet and onto the kitchen floor. he stood again, hand still full of your hair as he stared down at you. you looked pathetic, clothes a now wrinkled mess from hiding, cheeks a slight pink from the crying, eyes big and empty. "i'm sorry! please i'm sorr-," he cut you off with a quick slap to your cheek, your hand immediately flying up to cup where his hand print was now forming on your skin.

anger, however was the only feeling you felt yourself feeling in the moment. of course, everyone had bad days. your bad days were never enough to anger you though. you had arrived at the gym that day for your normal afternoon workout, parking in the same spot you always did. it was the same routine every day. pull in, tie your hair up, put your headphones on, put your shoes on, and go. it was when you were mid pulling your hair up that you noticed the truck pull in, overly large tires and music blaring. all you could do was chuckle at the obnoxious sight of it, your chuckle quickly disappearing as the driver was obviously not paying attention and drove right into the back of your car. it wasn't a hard enough hit to hurt you, just hard enough to make your car bounce and your blood boil.

you immediately jumped out, shoes not even on as you threw your arms up at the driver. you watched as the driver climbed out, your stereotypical gym douchebag just giving you a cheesy smile. "i'm sorry, i didn't see you there," was all he could see, eyeing you up and down. you were suddenly so aware of everything, your shoes being off, the hot summer air hitting your face, your gym set squeezing you tightly. "you didn't see me because you were too busy on your phone," you snapped quickly, walking to the back of your car to assess the damage he had caused. you knew it was going to be an expensive fix, something that you weren't going to be easy to afford.

"i wasn't on my phone. your car is parked crooked," he immediately shot back, arms crossing his chest. you laughed a bitter laugh, turning to look at him with raised eyebrows. "crooked? i am crooked because you just hit my car crooked!" you said in disbelief, people starting to crowd around you both.

sammy and nate had been on patrol that afternoon, a quiet and peaceful afternoon which was abnormal for a summer day like this. it wasn't until the dispatcher had come over the radio to interrupt their peacefulness. something about a dispute in a parking lot, man hit woman's car and now they are in a screaming match. it was enough to make the two men roll their eyes as they headed towards the address.

it wasn't until they pulled up that sammy realized it was your gym, and not until they stepped out of their cars and heard the screaming that he realized it was you. he had never seen you like this. in the much taller, much larger man's face, finger pointing and yelling like you had no care in the world. sammy immediately ran up to you both, pulling you back as nate went to push the other guy away. "what the hell is going on?" he asked, you not even realizing it was him till you heard his voice. "where are your shoes?" he asked again with a small smile on your face, smile immediately disappearing as he saw the anger in your eyes as you turned to face him now.

"that fucking dick is trying to say its my fault! look what he did to my car, sammy! look!" you spoke loudly, gesturing towards your car that looked sad and pitiful compared to the giant truck. he glanced back to his partner who was getting the other man's story before looking back at you, his hand moving to rub your arm. "just breathe for a minute, okay? we can fix it. do not get yourself in trouble by fighting with him," he spoke to you, in somewhat shock of the curses leaving your mouth.

sammy couldn't help but find himself slightly horny at the sight of you angry. your gym set that he bought you hugging you in all the right places, cheeks red with anger, and a slight sheen of sweat covering you from the hot summer air. "fix it? this is an expensive fix that IM not paying for. he is!" you yelled at your boyfriend, turning your anger back to the guy who was talking to nate, the man only laughing at your anger which only pissed you off even more. you were about to lunge at him, sammy wrapping his arms around your waist immediately to pull you back into him. "stop. you are going to get yourself arrested," he mumbled in your ear as he continued to hold you tightly against him, your chest heaving up and down from your heavy breathing. you simply closed your eyes, trying to control yourself as nate wrote the guy his ticket.

it felt like forever for the tow truck to come and get your car, the guy easily being able to move his truck that only a had a scratch on it. you were sat in the back of the patrol car, arms crossed tightly as you stared out the window as sammy and nate talked to the workers at the gym. you had managed to calm yourself down from your little screaming tantrum, still mad about the damage to your car however. sammy turned away from the conversation, making his way to the cruiser before opening the door where you sat.

"never seen you so angry. was hot," was all he could say, reaching down to cup your cheek gently. all you could do was pout up at him, arms still crossed. "don't pout sweetheart. i will take your car to get fixed," he spoke gently, squatting down now so you didn't have to look up at him. all you could do was nod a little, puckering your lips up for a kiss. he only chuckled, leaning forward to press his lips to yours. "we don't kiss on the inmates, bryant," nate interrupted, getting with a laugh. you just rolled your eyes, sammy reaching to buckle you up. "we will drop you off at home, just take a bath, lay down, and i will be home after while," your boyfriend spoke, pressing another kiss to your lips before shutting the door.