Dumbing Her Down
Recom Quaritch x Human Fem Reader
Summary: Quaritch has a sick obsession with the new Head of Medbay, annoyed with how she knows more than him, creating a plan to "Dumb her down"
Wc: 2,297
NSFW MDNI
TW: Blood, Battlefield wounds, Surgery, Stitches, needles, p in v sex, dubious consent, cumming in v, spanking, spitting, quaritch is his own warning tbh :)
"Sir" I say as I approach the famous Colonel Miles Quaritch conversing with a few of his team mates.
He turns around, looking at his eye level and furrows his brows as he sips his coffee. He looks down and his brows come up as he sees me.
Tiny thing
"Sir, I'd like to formally introduce myself. My name's Y/N and I am the new head for medbay" I say
"I'm sure you're busy and I won't waste your time so here is my card if any medical concerns arise. 2am and I'll be there, sir" I say, straight to the point.
Quaritch tightens his lips as he takes my card and gives me a nod of approval. I then disappear back into my lab.
"Head of Project Phoenix" He reads to Lyle and Mansk, holding the card further away so he can see.
Damn... little science puke made me
12 am, right as I lay down into my bed for the night, I get a call from an unknown number. I breathe out from my nose and in a groggy voice, I answer.
"Hello?" In the background, I hear shouts and machine guns. I sit up quickly and put on some pants.
"ETA ten minutes!" he yells into the phone, wanting to be heard over the gunshots.
He hangs up and I run to medbay. The doors hissing open as I quickly set up a few mayo stands and have the crash cart accessible, not knowing what's about to come through my doors.
I hear the loud sound of commotion coming into the medbay and see Quaritch covered in blood while carrying Mansk over his shoulders. Mansk is yelling in pain and his leg is severely bleeding.
"Bed, Now!" I say as I pull the crash cart over and get to work. After cutting Mansks pants around the blood, I discover a gunshot wound. I quickly press a big button on the wall and not even a minute later, the surgery team runs in.
"Gunshot wound to left leg. Scrub in" I say to the team as i'm already placing an IV in his arm. Quaritch watches as I push a white medication into Mansk's vein, his eyes fluttering shut. I place a trach tube in him and hook it up to anestesia. The surg team is now ready and pull the curtains shut.
I walk out and discard my gloves.
"Any of that blood yours, Colonel?" I ask in a slightly quieter voice
He then realizes after Mansk is being taken care of that he feels pain on his chest. I see his ears fold back.
"Sit" I say as I pull the curtains of another bed back.
He does and groans as he sits down and takes off his shirt to reveal a medium sized cut on his right pec.
"Lay down" I say as I pull out a suture kit as well as some gauze and iodine.
Quaritch lies down and breaths out.
"Do you want lidocaine?"
"I'm good" He says through gritted teeth. I draw up some anyways and attach a needle to the syringe.
"I said I don't need it" he barks as clean the cut until the bleeding stops enough.
So I put the first stitch in and Quaritch hisses and groans. His chest flexes and he breathes in hard. I look up at him with a face that says I told you so, before flicking the syringe of lidocaine and injecting it around the cut on his chest. It numbs quickly.
"Better?" I ask
He gives a short nod, like the one earlier when I gave him my card. Not wanting to admit that I was right. I can't be right. HE is always right.
His muscles relax as I continue the stitches, neatly tying them off one by one. Its quiet. The occasional sound of me setting down the hemostats onto the metal mayo stand and clipping of the sutures.
The beeping of machines from Mansk's bed from behind the curtains is also heard as the surg team treats his gunshot is also heard faintly from where we are at.
"Almost done" I say softly as I put in the last stitch
Quaritch gives another nod, his eyes are half-lidded, a yawn is threatening to escape him. He feels like he could fall asleep right there, on the medbay bed.
"Tough mission?" I ask as i finish and wipe off the area with a wet gauze pad.
"You have no idea" He mumbles, leaning his head back on the bed. He just feel so tired, but trying his best to hide it.
I breathe through my nose, a weak attempt at a laugh as I clean up my supplies and return with a cup of water and an immunization.
He looks at the cup of water and then raises an eyebrow at the immunization, he's still tired, but he grabs the water.
"What's that for, he asks, motioning to the shot.
"A Steroid" I say as I wipe his deltoid with an alcohol wipe.
"Helps your cut heal up"
He doesn't like needles.
"Alright" he says before I pinch his muscle and inject the medicine
Quaritch grimaces as he gets the shot, looking away and trying to pretend that it didn't hurt. He looks tired, and his tough facade is starting to wear off.
"Alright" I say
"You're all done"
"Quaritch sits up slowly and grabs his shirt, but drops it back onto the floor when he realizes that it's soaked in blood.
"Want me to check on Mansk for you?" I ask, throwing my gloves away.
"Please" he says flatly, trying to hide his worry for his team mate.
I then peek my head into the curtains and they're finishing up, removing his trach tube and wiping the site clean.
"He's all done and doing fine" I say to Quaritch.
he nods
"Good" he grunts, His eyes are starting to droop, he's seriously tired.
So tiny
About 10 days later, Quaritch comes in for his suture removal. He's looking a lot less bloody and bruised than before.
"I believe you need to remove these?" he asks bluntly, motioning to the stitches on his chest.
I nod and pat the bed.
He hops on the bed, sitting down and lifting his talk top off before tossing it on the bed beside him, revealing his muscular chest and defined abs. He watches me, saying nothing, just watching my face.
I glove up and get some adson forceps and some suture scissors.
"Shouldn't hurt" I say as i clip the first one and pull it out.
He lets out a sigh as I pull the first one out, it doesn't hurt much as when I put them in, but the pinch is still unpleasant. He keeps his gaze on me. He watches as i work on the other stitches, his eyes on my face. I place the removed stitches on his chest, above the cut.
"Last one" I say as I clip it and pull it out
Quaritch sits up with a sigh as I finish, a hand moving up to touch the area around the cut, testing out how it feels.
"...Feels a lot better. Thank you" he says with a nod.
"Of course" I say.
"No fever or anything?" I ask
"No, no fever..." he replies. He's still shirtless, he hasn't bothered to put his shirt back on, he keeps looking at me.
"How's Mansk?" I ask
"Still in his rack?"
Quaritch nods. His gaze flickers towards the door that leads out of medbay before back to me, as if he's debating whether he should stay or not.
He shifts awkwardly, crossing his arms. The urge to stay with me is eating him up but he's trying to be professional. He can't just blurt out that he finds me attractive, but he's getting impatient.
"Do you have any other patients to tend to?" He asks bluntly.
I smile.
"No, not for today... Why?" I ask
Avoiding eye contact, he fake stretches as he says
"No reason, just curious"
I smile as I watch his heart rate on the monitor.
"And your increasing heart rate has nothing to do with that?" i ask bluntly
"NO" he says, a little louder than he meant to. I cross my arms and smile softly as i watch him adjust his seating position slightly.
"What is it, Colonel?" I ask as I lean back in my chair.
His tail flicks.
"Nothing just..." he pauses before forcing the words out.
"I just want to spend more time with you, goddamnit." he spits out as his ears go flat against his skull, his tail thumping on the bed on which he sits.
I smile
"...And what does spending more time with look like with you?" I ask
He thinks for a moment, sighing, the embarrassment slowly fading. But he still feels his tail thumping against the bed, as if its patting where he wants me to lay. He takes a deep breath.
..."I find you attractive, Okay?" he bluntly spits out.
I hang his clipboard to the wall.
"I know"
He lets out a scoff.
Of course you do" He mutters, annoyed
He's so agitated with me. Being better at him, seeing right through him. Knowing what's best for him.
Fuckin smartass
He wants to hate fuck me, but he doesn't dare say a word about it.
"And that's why you showed up two days early for your stitches?" I ask
"Yeah, I was bored... okay? Needed a way to pass time" he mumbles in an annoyed way. His tail flicks up again as hes agitated, full of tension. I just hum.
he scoffs again
"Stop hummin at me" He grumbles
I turn my head around from where I'm now organizing the crash cart.
"Watch ittt" I say, reminding him of the attitude of Trudy from years ago. the woman who disobeyed HIS orders.
"Or what, Corporal?" He spits, accidentally using a rank on me. His eyes widen at his little slip up. I cross my arms and walk over to him.
"What did you just call me?" I ask in a whisper, my eyes darkening as I stand in front of him. Quaritch can;t hold back his desires anymore.
He just responds by grabbing my waist
tiny waist
And pulling me until im right in front of him, in between his spread legs as he sits on the edge of the bed. I gasp as he picks me up and straddles me around his lap, letting me feel the tent that has grown under his cammies.
"Shut uppp" he spits out as he throws his eyes back before looking back at me.
"I can't stand you" he growls as he pulls off my labcoat, throwing it on the floor.
"Then do something about it, Sir" i spit back at him, gritting my teeth as I feel just as horny and agitated as him now.
He chuckles in a sinister manner, closing his eyes before breathing in through flared nostrils. When he opens up his eyes, they're almost glowing, pupils blows as he lifts me up and rips my little panties off from under my skirt. He unbuckles his belt and slides it through the loops, making a clang on the floor where he thows it.
"I fucking will, you little shit" he hisses as he pulls himself out, revealing the beast he's kept confined in his cammies.
I gulp as I see just how big it is, angry and purple at the leaking tip, glowing precum beaded at the slit like a jewel.
"Gonna fill you up and teach you who's boss around here. Make you dumb instead of a smart ass" he says before spitting on my cheek.
I yelp at it, feeling my cheek become sprayed with his spit.
He lines himself up with my slippery cunt and bullies his head into my tight walls. I open my mouth but Quaritch covers a hand over my lips before any noise comes out.
"Shut. Up" he says monotone. he pushes in further, his eyes rolling back as he feel himself only halfway in yet the feeling of my cervix blocking him from going any further.
"Not even halfway in and your body can't take more" he says as he grabs my throat.
"Pathetic"
he then starts rutting like an animal in heat, sliding cruelly in and out, listening to the sound of my guts sloshing around in my lower abdomen, smiling at the fact that it's him displacing them, changing my insides to fit his beast of a cock.
"Hear that?" he coos before licking my cheek
"Thats daddy's new home being built" He says before kissing my cheek. Licking his lips at the taste of my salty tears.
I choke on my own moans, feeling too full to speak. I might combust.
"Not so talkative now, are you?" he growls, picking up the pace of his snapping hips. He grits his teeth, ball swollen, needing to be emptied deep inside my cunt.
"cryin like a hungry baby now" He chuckles
"Don't worry... gonna give you your milk." he says before grunting hard as he empties himself into my cunt, feeling it leak out and spill over his cock and balls. He grinds as he comes down, relishing in the mess he's created with me.
he pulls out and lats me down over his lap, grabbing my ass before landing a harsh blow to both of my cheeks, leaving a bright, red mark. He spreads them, eyeing att my gaping pussy, open from the sheer size of his monster cock.
"Atta girl" he says in a slightly softer tone, massaging the sting away from my ass. I'm limp against his lap.
"Atta giiiirl"
