#blushing boy

*visuals at the bottom. They aren’t nsfw, but not necessarily size inclusive. Please note…I’m a plus size girlie…these photos are not meant to denote the size of the reader…just to give a mental image of the lingerie

He can picture the tiny little flowers perfectly in his mind. It’s been driving him crazy all shift…he knew you wore that baby blue long sleeve under your scrubs to rile him up.

You’re such a tease…a little brat. Normally, he loves it, but today? Today he’s in active cardiac arrest. You had been walking around all day with a swish in your hips that made your ass bounce from side to side. It mocked him. The left cheek saying “Ro-“ the right cheek finishing with “bby”

Ro-bby

Ro-bby

Ro-bby

Left cheek- right cheek- left cheek- right cheek.

And all he could imagine was that baby blue lace…the way it laid perfectly against your skin as he had you bent over the railing of your bedroom balcony…well….railing you. Those ass cheeks were burning red with his hand prints. He got them as red as his face was right now.

In the middle of pulling his badge down to scan into a computer and within a flash his badge was snapping back up. He storms off and pushes into the closest staff bathroom. He looks at himself in the mirror and turns on the cold water, letting it turn ice cold. He splashes his face in a vain attempt to calm himself down.

The door opens slowly behind him and you stalk in innocently. You press against the door, closing it faster, and click the lock shut. “Are you ok, Dr. Robinavitch?” You ask sounding completely oblivious.

You kick off the door and walk up to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind and press a kiss between his shoulder blades over his scrub top.

“Don’t start with me….you know what you’re doin’….fucking brat” he grumbles and shakes his head to try and reset his mind. You giggle softly and he feels you shrug against his back now that you’re pressed against him.

Your hands slide down his belly and brazenly untie the strings on his scrub pants. Before he can even protest your hand slides in his bottoms and boxer briefs in one fluid motion, gripping him.

He lets out a grunt, sounding like the air just whooshed out of his lungs. He slams his hand on the sink and drops his head forward, thunking on the mirror. “Jesus Christ! Fuck…you’re gonna fucking get it when we get home” he growls and looks up at you through the mirror reflection.

You let out another innocent giggle and back away just as quickly. “Mmm we’ll see” you walk toward the door, unlocking it. You keep the door closed and for a split second you flash him. He catches a glimpse of the baby blue lace…not the same as the stunning piece you wore last night…but close enough to the same color to force a groan from deep inside his chest.

You fix your scrub top and smile softly at him like you didn’t just purposely get him hard. You open the door and start to step out.

“See you out there, stud”

This is the third B5 request I’ve gotten. 

ANOTHER BLUSHING BOI HATH ARRIVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FELLSWAP!PAPYRUS

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