#challangers

art being so devoted to the cause that he’s close to suffocating but he’s scared that if he comes up for air, you won’t be satisfied. — pat watched at the faces you made and how art was gasping as if close to death. you were so fucked out you hadn’t even noticed. patrick tapped art’s shoulder “save some for me” with a jealous smile.

pat would obviously try to outdo art but art was eating for his pleasure—pat was eating for sport. it felt like kitten licks, really. that was until you felt two fingers curl in your slick causing you to gasp “fuck!”. he smiled at the action pumping his fingers in and out of you slowly before changing pace.

art leaned over and rubbed your clit with two fingers. you were in heaven. he didn’t like the idea of prolonging your orgasm #shecomesfirst so, instead he put his face in it. literally. he shook his head around letting his tongue lick you up and down all over your cunt.

pat heard the sounds art was getting so he finger fucked you slowly, making sure to curl his fingers each time. you ultimately ended up squirting and that was like receiving a trophy to pat.

art was in his own world and couldn’t care less. he nibbled at your clit like he was a man starved. you shook and moaned and came all of which were very good signs.

I'm thinking for the new year...

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Hear me out, Jack Abbott, Micheal Robinavitch and you.

You guys are like the soap opera of the ER and your coworkers bring popcorn for the hand off because the tension of it is soooo fun for them. Basically a love triangle between the three of you.

So when you arrived at the Pitt ,both of the attendings were intrigued and obviously thought you were the hottest woman walking the earth. They each flirted with you any chance they get and wanted your number. Even so that they made sort of a deal, a signal to know if they fucked you like putting their badge in an other place then usual, or their stethoscope in an other place. Even their pen would theoretically be put upside down in their pockets.

Since then every hand off the two men end up staring at each other, searching a sign on the other and ending up with a smug look and dabbing up.

One day, Jack arrived for the night shift, wearing his badge on his hips proudly (normally resting on his chest pocket). Micheal, who worked all day, ended up with pen mark all over his arm from wearing it the other way around. (Ink up instead of down)

You were sitting next to Perlah, charting quietly when you saw Jack coming, then Micheal too. They both stopped, Robby knows Jack prefers to wear his badge on his chest pocket, easier access and everything- Abbott knows Micheal hates to put his pen upside down, smudges ink all over his arms. Then they both smirked and dabbed up anyway.