🍋Modern Flirting with Dr.Devorak🍋
Requested by: @summerviolin
° You came into his office with a sore throat. Your usual doctor was on vacation in Hawaii and after a week of popping cough drops like they were candy you gave in and went to an after hours clinic a few blocks from your work a friend who worked there recommended.
° You let your eyes wander over the dull blue walls and glass jars with those flavored tongue depressors and cotton swabs. The door slowly clicked open, a lanky redhead gripping the doorknob, and brows furrowed down at what you guessed to be your chart.
° "Y/N, I see you've been complaining of a sore throat." The smell of warm coffee and sea salt enveloped you as he crossed the room, to grab a pair of gloves. Worrying your bottom lip, you took in the man in front of you.
° Smooth blue scrubs framed his skinny figure, thick auburn curls licked his forehead, and a white lab coat was folded under his arm. Lovely freckles trailed down the bridge of his nose, cheeks, neck, and shoulders.
° His eyes were focused, but something kind shined in them. During the preliminary exam, you fought back spine tingling shivers every time his fingertips brushed your skin, even if they were gloved. You carefully watched his brows pinch in concentration and lips purse while he took your temperature.
° It started slow, when you began flirting. A quip about about him being too serious, biting your lip, and meeting his eyes. At first, he calmly brushed it off, then you saw a a blush creeping up his neck and dusting his cheeks.
° After awhile of your not so subtle flirting, he started to stammer and fumble over his words. When you stepped off the exam table, you held onto his arm to steady yourself and you promise you heard him swear under his breath.
° You visited your friend at work more after that, wearing tight clothes or shorts that barely covered anything. There was never a place you two could be alone, so you had casual conversations over lunch or breakfast. Your foot would slide along his leg under the table, or your hand travel up his thigh. He'd tense and writhe under your touch and you'd stop.
° You never went further than that, always teasing more, but never delivering. The two of you played this cat and mouse game for two months, until you were wandering the halls doctor office halls late at night. You were about to leave after having dinner with your friend, when warm fingers wrapped loosely around your wrist. "I must not be a good doctor if you keep coming back."
° You laughed and turned on your heel, almost knocking into his chest. A low rumble vibrated through his chest, an ache building in your center. "Or a really good one, so good I keep coming back for more." You weren't sure what was driving you to be so bold, but long nights filled with thoughts of the doctor.
° "I'm not certain that's how this works." His fingers dug into your sides and you couldn't take it anymore. Gripping the front of his shirt into a fist, you pulled him into a heated kiss. His lips roughly crashed with yours, warm and chapped. He tasted like a shot of espresso and sea salt.
° He sighed into the kiss, melting against you. You felt down his body, panes of muscle twitching under your hands. Your finger tips pressed into his bulge, softly running your fingernails over the fabric. Dr. Devorak moaned, dropping to his knees.
° He clumsily undid your pants, pressing a lingering kiss to your heat. Long fingers curled on the sides of your undergarments, languidly pulling them down. Hot goosebumps travelled with his touch, your legs trembling.
° He was so very attentive. Callused fingers and palms traced every inch of your sex, steady eyes watching you come undone while you guided him. His open mouthed kisses left you thighs and lower stomach damp with sweat and spit. Until you finally came on his fingers, shaking and covering moans with your hand.
° A half broken sob left your lips, your head pressed against the wall barely holding you steady. His thumb ran soft circle on your thighs, while he palmed himself, still fully clothed. Slick wetness coated his face and you felt your knees buckle.
° Another warm blush spread across his cheeks, down his neck. When he finally stood, you pulled him into another kiss and put your hand over his on his pants. A gutteral groan got caught in his throat and you grinned. You were going to make him weak.
