Imagine Robby’s initial disappointment when he found out that you had a boyfriend. Normally, he didn’t pay attention to the workplace gossip but when he heard Princess and Perlah talking about you, he discreetly moved closer to where they were sitting at the counter. 

“Did you see that her boyfriend dropped her off this morning?” Princess asked. 

“Wow, I guess she found a good one,” Perlah said with raised eyebrows. 

“Yeah. She said that they’ve been together for four years-” 

“Alright, back to work ladies,” Dana called out, interrupting their gossip session. She glanced over at Robby who was pretending to check something on the computer. “You too Robby.” 

Robby’s ears and neck turned red as he cast a dumbfounded look at Dana. “I wasn’t doing anything,” he shook his head. 

“Sure,” Dana chuckled. 

Now, imagine Robby’s surprise when he found out that your boyfriend wasn’t as good as everyone thought he was. Your boyfriend was a loser. He sold his car to buy a new gaming set up and the only reason he drove to you work was because it was your car he was driving. Your boyfriend didn’t like to have sex with you because you were too hard to please. Instead, he’d watch porn and jerk off to women who looked nothing like you. Your boyfriend never liked talking about having a future with you. Although you’d been together for four years, the topic of engagement and eventually having kids never came up. Your boyfriend didn’t cook, clean, and the only contributions he made to rent were the few hundred dollars he was sent by his parents. Even with your busy schedule and long hours as a resident, you were the one doing the cooking and cleaning. 

Every time Robby heard you complain about your deadbeat boyfriend, he would fantasize about all the ways he would treat you better. For starters, Robby would never let you clean or cook. He would hire a housekeeper to keep the house tidy and he would cook whatever you wanted. As the chief of emergency medicine at PTMC, Robby made more than enough money to buy you whatever your heart desired. You wanted a car? He’d take you to the dealership. You wanted to go on a shopping spree? He’d give you his American Express Centurion Card. You wanted to go on a vacation? He’d buy first class tickets and book the nicest hotel in the city. But most of all, Robby would fuck you until you couldn’t walk properly the next day. He would rather die than let you go to sleep unsatisfied. Robby nearly choked on his protein bar when he eavesdropped on you telling Trinity that your boyfriend hated eating you out. Anger surged through his body at the thought of your idiot boyfriend neglecting you like that. Any real man, like himself, loved to eat pussy. There were few things Robby liked than having a woman sit on his face or have his face between a woman’s thighs. He loved to eat and he had been dreaming of eating you out for months. It disgusted Robby that your boyfriend jerked off to other women when he’d been fucking his fist nearly every day thinking of you. And the fact that your boyfriend didn’t like talking about the future with you? That made Robby want to wring your boyfriend’s neck. He constantly thought of a future with you. 

Robby’s brain short circuited the day he overheard you complaining to McKay about how you wanted to have a baby: 

“We’ve been together for four years and I’m not getting any younger. That’s just a biological fact. I don’t want to have a baby now but eventually I do-”

All the blood rushed to Robby’s cock when you said that. The thought of you pregnant, your swollen round belly and huge breasts, fuck, he would definitely jerk off thinking about that when he got home. 

“Did you talk to your boyfriend about it?” McKay asked. 

“No,” you sighed. 

“Why not?”

“He spends more time playing video games than talking to me….maybe I should just freeze my eggs or something.” 

“You could always use a sperm donor," McKay suggested. 

A sperm donor? No, that wouldn’t be good enough for you. Robby was determined not to let that happen. He loved thinking of getting you pregnant with his child. A baby would tie you to him forever. Would having a baby during your residency fuck up your very promising career? Sure, but fuck, the thought of fucking a baby into you, filling you up with his cum, and watching your body grow his baby made him feel weak in the knees. Just the thought of everyone knowing you let him, a dirty, perverted, and much older man not only fuck you but pump you so full of his cum that you ended up pregnant made him feel deliriously turned on. He wanted to put a fucking rock on your finger and a baby in your belly so everyone would know that you belonged to him. 

One night, Robby finally got his chance. 

It was after a long and difficult day. The day shift decided to go out for drinks at a bar across the street. Normally, Robby never went to staff outings, he preferred drinking beer in the park but when he saw you were coming along, he was more than eager to come. The entire time you were at the bar, Robby’s eyes were shamelessly locked on you. His heart pounded with excitement when you started taking shots with Trinity. With each shot you took, your giggles got louder, you started getting tipsier, and his cock got harder. 

He waited patiently for everyone else to start leaving and when Trinity was about to get you in an Uber with her, he swooped in and offered to drive you home. You accepted his offer, thinking about how lucky you were to have such a caring attending. You leaned back against the headrest of Robby’s car while he followed the directions on his GPS to your apartment. What should’ve been a twenty minute drive was more like ten minutes because of how fast Robby was driving. He couldn’t wait to get into your apartment and show you how much he wanted you. 

You held onto his arm the entire walk up to your apartment. He loved the feeling of your fingers gripping onto his bicep as he helped you upstairs. When you didn’t react when his hand slipped down from your lower back to your ass, he knew you were just where he wanted you. You were just drunk enough that your inhibitions were lowered but still sober enough that you were lucid. 

“Is it okay if I come in for a glass of water?” Robby asked. He cleared his throat and pretended to cough. 

“Yeah, of course,” you nodded. Giving him some water was the least you could do after he so graciously drove you home. You unlocked the door and let him inside. 

“Nice place,” he lied. As he expected, your apartment was small, messy, cramped, and overall in bad condition. He couldn’t wait for the day he would move you into his house. 

“Sorry, my boyfriend was supposed to clean up,” you apologized. 

“Where’s your boyfriend?” 

“He’s probably on his way home from work,” you shrugged as you walked to the kitchen and poured Robby a glass of water. 

“How are things going between you?” 

You sat down on the lumpy couch and sighed. “Honestly, it feels like I’m living with a stranger. He barely talks to me because he’d rather be playing video games or going out for drinks with his friends. I can’t remember the last time we had sex-” you froze and your eyes widened with horror. You couldn’t believe you just said that to your attending. You slowly looked over at Robby, expecting him to lecture you on how inappropriate that comment was or leave right away. 

But Robby didn’t do any of that. He sat down on the couch next to you and placed his hand on your thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze. It had been so long since a man touched you, heat surged through your entire body and you felt yourself getting wet. Your thighs weren’t exactly tiny but his hand was large enough that it covered your entire leg. You couldn’t help but wonder how those long fingers would feel inside of you. 

“Well that’s just not right,” Robby said, shaking his head. “A girl like you should be loved and adored. Any real man would be able to see how special you are.”

You could feel heat spread across your cheeks when hearing him say those words. “Really?” you asked in a soft voice. 

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be living in a place like this. You deserve so much better. You should stop wasting your time with that boy. You need a real man.” As he spoke, his hand moved up and down your thigh, gently stroking it before he started moving closer to your inner thigh, making your pussy clench around nothing. 

“A real man?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Someone to take care of you. I bet he can’t make you feel good. Does he make you feel good?”

“No,” you shook your head. 

“I could make you feel so good,” he said, staring down into your glassy eyes. His hand slowly moved between your thighs and you gasped at the contact. He let out a low groan as he felt how wet you were, even through your scrubs and panties, he could feel that you were absolutely soaked. 

“W-what are you doing Robby?” you stuttered but didn’t move away. 

“I wanna take care of you. Will you let me do that?” 

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol, his soft gentle voice, or the way his thumb pressed against your clit while his fingers dragged up and down your clothed pussy, the delicious friction making you squeeze your thighs together, but before you could think, you were nodding your head, “Yes.” 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about Robby. He gave you the attention you so greatly desired and craved that your boyfriend has neglected to give you. It wasn’t lost on you how Robby’s eyes would follow you all day around the E.D. He was always so attentive to your needs. Always there to lend a helping hand, make sure you ate, keeping you company during your breaks. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew that Robby was right; he would treat you so much better than your boyfriend. 

“Good girl,” he smiled. Robby knew the effect his soft tone and sweet words had on you. It wasn’t lost on him how your thighs pressed together whenever he praised you at work. Sure, you didn’t know the alarming extent of how he would think about you, fantasize about you, but you didn’t need to know that. All you needed to know was that he wanted you. 

Robby leaned in, gently grabbed your chin with one hand, and stroked your cheek with his thumb before leaning in to kiss you. You instinctively leaned into his touch, closing your eyes and giving in. The kiss started off slow, like he was savouring every moment, trying to remember it forever. But his urges for you quickly took over and the kisses turned hungry, desperate for more of you. He bit your lower lip and you opened your mouth to let out a soft moan, letting his tongue enter your mouth. The feeling of his warm hands touching your body, grabbing and squeezing your breasts while gently biting on your neck, combined with the buzz from all the shots you had at the bar made you feel like you were floating. Every touch from him sent shivers down your spine in a way you’d never experienced before. 

“Robby,” you moaned, tilting your head back to give him better access to your neck. 

“Michael-” he said in a strained voice. He was trying so hard to be gentle with you but fuck, all those pretty sounds you were making made it very hard for him. “Call me Michael.” 

“Michael,” you moaned. 

With his strong arms and tight grip on your hips, he lifted you up and placed you on his lap. Your thighs were spread out on either side of his hips. Even through his clothes, you could feel how big he was. The friction of his hard cock rubbing against your clothed cunt made your hips instinctively grind down against him. 

“That’s it, pretty girl. Use me,” Michael said. His chest moved up and down with heavy breaths as he let you take over. 

You quickly pulled off your scrub top and lace bra, throwing it to the ground before you draped your arms around his neck and started riding him. “Feels so good,” you gasped. You kept rolling your hips into him; the friction of his hard throbbing rubbing against your wet pussy and clothing against your clit felt so good. 

“Fuck,” he let out a low hiss as he took in the sight of your breasts bouncing up and down. He buried his face in your breasts, sucking on your soft skin. He gently bit down on your skin and then soothed the spot by licking it. 

It had been so long since you had a man touching your body, someone who wanted you like this that it didn’t take long for you to reach your first orgasm. You started messily grinding down on him, mouth open, letting your moans spill out as you felt the tightening in your lower stomach reach its climax. “Oh oh fuck!” you cried out, letting your head fall on his shoulder. 

Michael’s pupils dilated as he watched you come down from your orgasm. You looked so pretty with your mouth hung open, eyes rolling back, and chest moving up and down. He couldn’t wait to see how you looked when he fucked you. But first, he needed to taste you. He gently lifted you off of him and laid you down on the couch. Your head was laying on the armrest. 

“Let’s take these off.” Michael pulled down your scrub pants until you were just in your underwear. “Spread your legs open for me.”

You obeyed. 

He rested himself between your legs on the couch and before you could react, he put his nose right over your clothed pussy and took a deep whiff, moaning as he smelled you. You felt your pussy clench as his moan vibrated through the fabric. 

“Robby- I mean, Michael, what are you doing?” you asked. You were flustered and you could feel heat spreading across your face. You did know what he was doing but you didn’t know why. Your boyfriend never went down on you because he got grossed out by it, which in turn, made you feel ashamed. 

You tried to get up and close your legs but he placed his large hands on your thighs, keeping them spread open. “Keep them open. I wanna taste you,” he said. He closed his eyes, burying his face into your pussy and deeply inhaling your sweet musky scent. 

Your legs squirmed against his grip as he pushed his nose into the folds, going up and down against the now wet fabric. He moved his hand to grip your hips, pushing your pussy into his face as he ran his tongue down your pussy, tasting you through the fabric. “Ah- oh my god,” you gasped, your voice and thighs trembling at the sensation. 

“So fucking sweet, even better than I imagined,” he groaned. That turned you on more than it should’ve. The sounds that were coming out of Michael, all the low groans, hisses, and moans were pornographic. You’d never heard anything sexier and you couldn’t believe that the reason for those moans was the smell of your pussy. 

Your taste was like a drug and Michael was fiending for more. He pulled off your panties, bunched the fabric together in his hand and deeply inhaled. With his eyes locked on yours, he unfolded them and licked the gusset while touching his cock through his pants. His eyes closed as he tasted your sweet arousal. Your mouth hung open as you stared at him in awe for a few seconds before you felt a desperate, aching need for him to be between your thighs again. “Michael, please,” you whined. 

“Oh what’s the matter, sweet girl? You want some attention?” he teased. 

“Yes,” you nodded frantically. 

“Say please.”

“Please, Michael, I need you,” you begged. 

“Alright,” he said with a smile, “anything for my special girl.” He loved how needy you were getting for him. Without wasting another second, he leaned down, face buried in your pussy as he licked up and down your folds. His nose bumped against your clit, making your eyes roll back. He licked, sucked, and slurped your pussy like a man starved, like his sole purpose in life was to taste you. 

“Oh fuck!” Your entire body writhed against him, hungry for more as your grip on his hair tightened and your hips rolled into his face. 

“How does that feel?” he asked, looking up at you through your spread thighs. His hair was messy, his pupils were blown, and your juices dripped down his chin. 

“So good,” you gasped, propping up your elbows to look at him, “please don’t stop.” 

He let out a low chuckle that vibrated into your pussy before he dove back in. His tongue ran up and down your folds and swirled into your pussy while his nose pressed into your sensitive clit, causing a toe curling sensation. You could feel tightness building up in your lower stomach again; your second orgasm coming fast. 

“Yeah? You like that, my dirty slut?” Michael chuckled. He pulled his tongue back and slapped your pussy a few times, the sound of his fingers slapping against your wetness echoed across the living room. The pressure from his slaps, the tips of his finger hitting your clit felt so good. 

“Oh fuck yes!” you cried out. Your legs were shaking and you could feel yourself getting close. His tongue went back inside of you, moving around your gummy walls. He kept his nose pressed against your clit as your pussy clenched around his tongue. Your vision went blurry and you were thrusting your hips further into his face, covering him with your juices as you came all over him. 

“That’s it, cum for me,” Michael nodded. He rutted into the couch, trying to relieve his aching cock, desperate for some friction while your hands squeezed his hair, hard. He kept licking and sucking you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

“Oh my god. I’ve never experienced that before,” you sighed. Your voice and breaths were still shaky from your intense orgasm. 

“I’m not done with you yet, pretty girl,” Michael laughed softly. He stood up from the couch and hooked one arm under your waist. 

“Michael!” you gasped when he lifted you up bridal style. You looked up at his face. His beard was covered in your slick, his hair messy, and his lips were swollen. 

“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked, looking down at you. 

“There,” you pointed. You knew what was coming next and as much as you were excited, there was a small part of you that felt guilty. You had just cheated on your boyfriend and now you were about to get fucked by your boss in the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend. The boyfriend you’d been with for the past few years, the only man you’d ever been with until now. 

“Are you okay?” Michael asked, noticing your absent gaze. 

“It’s just that my boyfriend will be home soon…”

“If you want me to leave, I’ll go,” Michael said. He tried his best to sound genuine but the thought of leaving without getting to fuck you was enough to make him break down. He knew it was pathetic but he had been waiting so long for this moment. The thought of your boyfriend walking in on him fucking you excited him almost as much as the idea of fucking you. He wanted your boyfriend to see how much better he was. Robby wasn’t a good man, not by a long shot with all the disgusting thoughts he had about you. But he was certain about one thing, he could and would treat you better than your boyfriend did.  

You looked at the door and then back at Michael. All the months of neglect from your boyfriend played over in your mind. The way he ignored you, played his video games, and jerked off to other women. Then you thought of Michael, the man who had been so attentive and caring to you. The man who just made you orgasm and cum more times in an hour than you had in your entire life. Your heart wanted Michael to leave but the heat between your thighs that ached to be filled wanted him to stay. 

You listened to your pussy. “Stay. I want you to stay,” you said decisively. 

“Then I’ll stay,” he smiled, kissing you tenderly on the lips before he carried you into your bedroom. 

Michael gently placed you on the edge of the bed and stepped back to take his clothes off. First, he pulled off his shirt, revealing his hairy chest and round belly. Then he took off his pants and boxers. Your eyes widened and your jaw hung open when your eyes moved down his happy trail all the way to his thick cock dripping with pre-cum. “It’s so big!” you gasped. 

“I know, sweet girl. But you can take it,” he said. 

Your feet were planted on the mattress and your thighs were spread open. You propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched him step towards you. “Okay,” you nodded. 

“Good girl.” Michael lined his tip up with your entrance and started teasingly sliding his cock up and down your glistening folds. 

“Please, Michael,” you pleaded, looking up into his eyes with that desperate puppy eyed look he loved. 

“Such a dirty little slut. You want my cock?” he asked in a slightly mocking tone. He wanted it even more than you did but hearing your pleas was making this even hotter for him. 

“Yes, please!” you nodded frantically. 

Without wasting another second, Michael thrusted his hips forward, slowly pushing his cock inside until his full length was inside of you. Your breath sucked in as you felt your tight walls stretching around his girth.

“Oh my god!” you cried out, arching your back as your hands gripped your bedsheets. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and you dug your heels into the curve of his ass. 

“Fuck, you're so tight for me. Feels so fucking good,” he groaned, tightening his grip on your hips. He pushed his length into you as deep as he could before slowly gliding back out and slamming back in. 

“Yes, oh feels so good!” you moaned as his cock was buried inside you. You could barely catch your breath, every time your mouth opened loud moans escaped from your lips. Each time he pulled out of you and then slammed back in, hitting your cervix was absolutely euphoric. You’d never felt so full before. 

“You’re taking my big cock so well, sweet girl,” he cooed. He watched his bulge move up and down your abdomen as he thrust into you, loving the fact that he was getting that deep inside of you. 

You were in such a cock-drunk state of mindless pleasure that you didn’t even notice that your boyfriend had entered the apartment but Michael did. Upon the unmistakable sound of sex, your boyfriend had walked towards the bedroom and was standing in the doorway. As soon as Michael heard your boyfriend coming to the bedroom, he started fucking you even more ferociously, moving his hips with a carnal desire for you and the urge to prove that he was better than your boyfriend. 

Your boyfriend stood frozen in the doorway. His jaw on the ground and his eyes nearly popping out of his head. In the four years he’d been with you, he had never seen you like this. The obscene sound of Michael’s balls slapping against your ass combined with his cock thrusting in and out of your wet swollen squelching pussy was filling the room. In a way, it was mesmerizing, the way your breasts moved up and down, your back was arched, and sweat beaded down your forehead. Your boyfriend had never made you react like that before. His breath got caught in his throat when he laid eyes on the bulge of Michael’s cock moving in your lower stomach. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head as you let out loud sounds that your boyfriend didn’t even know you could make. 

“Tell me I’m better than your boyfriend,” Michael grunted, glancing at your boyfriend with a sick smile. The entire situation was turning him on much more than it should. 

“You’re so much better than him, Michael!” you cried out, still ignorant to the fact that your boyfriend was watching you. 

“Are you gonna let me cum inside of you?” Michael asked, groaning as your walls tightened around his cock. He started rubbing circles on your swollen clit, pushing you to give him the answer he wanted. 

“Cum inside me!” Overwhelming sensations of white hot pleasure were coursing through your entire body and your body started shaking. You felt tightness building up in your abdomen, your third orgasm coming fast. 

“Yeah? You want me to put a baby inside you? Pump you full of my cum so everyone can see what a dirty slut you are? You’re gonna let everyone see that you let an old man fuck you?” 

As much as you loved to hear him be sweet to you, it turned you on even more to hear him degrade you. Every time he called you a dirty slut, your pussy clenched and he could feel how much you liked it. “Mhmm yes! I wanna have your baby!”

“Turn your head to the right, pretty girl,” Michael commanded. His thrusts became quick and messier; right on the edge of cumming. 

You obediently turned your head to the right and your eyes popped wide open when you saw your boyfriend standing in the doorway. The look on his face, so full of shock and sadness, made your heart drop to your stomach but at the same time, your pussy clenched around Michael. You opened your mouth to say something but the only sounds that came out were moans. You wanted to stop and say something to your boyfriend- well probably ex-boyfriend now but you couldn’t stop. 

The tightness in your lower abdomen finally snapped as your orgasm rocked through your convulsing body. Pleasure surged through your core all the way down to your legs and toes. “Oh Michael!” you cried. Your walls clamped down on him hard as you came all over his cock. 

The feeling of your tight pussy choking his cock pushed him over the edge. With a few more messy thrusts into you, Michael threw his head back, moaning your name as he spilled his load into you. You felt your pussy fill up with his thick hot ropes of cum, leaking from the sides onto the bedsheets. “You’re all mine now,” Michael said, his voice filled with authority and possessiveness as he looked over at your loser boyfriend.

Dividers by: @robinavitchslut

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For the first month, Robby tried so hard to be good. He wanted to be a good role model to you, help mold you into the brilliant doctor he knew you were capable of becoming. You had an energetic and positive presence that lit up the entire E.D. You made him smile and he loved seeing you grow as a doctor. But against his better judgement, he would find himself gravitating towards you. Looking for you and taking every chance he could to teach you. He also took every excuse he could find to touch you, placing a hand on your lower back to guide you through the crowded department, patting your shoulder after a job well done, or putting his hands over yours to guide you through a complicated procedure. While his hands would always linger for a few seconds and you found some of the touching to be unnecessary- nine out of ten times, he definitely didn’t need to put his hand on your waist to get past you, you didn’t think anything of it and you liked the warmth of his large hands on your body. He thought that those little touches would help curb the growing desire he had for you but it only made things worse. 

It wasn’t just your physical traits and intelligence that attracted him to you. It was your passion for helping others. Dr. Robby saw it the day you started when you discreetly paid for an elderly patient’s Uber home after they broke their leg, even though he had overheard you complaining to Mohan just minutes ago about how you were struggling to pay for rent and groceries. That evening when you opened your locker, you mysteriously found a $100 gift card to Aldi. He paid attention to you, listening to your conversations with other doctors and nurses even when he pretended to be doing something else. 

By the second month, his special treatment with you didn’t go unnoticed by others. Most people thought it was because you were such a great resident, always ready to learn and you played by the rules. Others thought it was because of who your dad was and Robby didn’t bother correcting them because that was better than the real reason.  

“Hey nepo baby, can you ask Dr. Robby if we can keep the concussion kid for observation? I know he wants us to clear up some rooms but the kid’s still throwing up,” Trinity asked, standing beside you as you finished charting at the desk. 

“Why don’t you ask him?” 

“He’s in a bad mood today. I overheard Princess and Perlah gossiping about him- apparently, he was yelling at Langdon earlier and I do not want to be on the receiving end of that,” Trinity explained. 

“I’m really behind on my charting,” you sighed. 

“Please,” she begged, pouting her lower lip, “Robby’s always nice to you.” 

“What? No he’s not,” you scoffed, glancing over at Robby who was talking to Dana on the other side of the desk. As if he could sense your gaze, he looked over at you and smiled before turning back to Dana. 

“Are you guys talking about Robby?” Whitaker asked. 

“Yeah, I’m trying to get nepo baby here to sweet talk him for me,” Trinity nodded, nudging you with her shoulder. 

“If you’re gonna talk to him, can you ask him to check on my OD patient. He’s an organ donor but the parents don’t want to donate.”

“You too?” you groaned. 

“He’s the nicest to you,” Whitaker nodded, shooting you a sympathetic smile. 

“See, I told you,” Trinity teased. 

“Ugh fine. You owe me- both of you,” you said before walking over to Robby. 

As soon as Robby saw you coming towards him, a smile appeared on his face and his bad mood disappeared immediately. 

“Hi, Dr. Robby.” 

“Hey,” he smiled. 

“There’s a concussed kid in the trauma bay. He was cleared earlier but he’s throwing up again, can we keep him for observation?” 

“If you think that’s the right call, then do it,” he nodded. 

Dana’s ears perked up hearing that and she shot a suspicious look at Robby. She knew he had gotten an earful from Gloria in the morning about raising patient satisfaction scores again. A concussed kid throwing up could just be sent home, there was no reason to have him occupying one of the few rooms they had to spare. 

You were surprised by how quickly he agreed to it. Just a few hours ago, he was telling Samira that she needed to be faster with her patients. “Great. And there’s an OD patient, his parents still don’t want to donate, even though he’s a registered organ donor. Could you talk to them again?” 

“Isn’t that Whitaker’s patient?” Dana asked, joining in on the conversation. 

“Yeah, I’m just trying to help,” you explained. 

“I’ll talk to the parents,” Robby said. “Anything else?” 

“No, that’s it. Thanks,” you smiled before walking back to finish your charting. 

“You’re being very nice,” Dana noted, sliding her glasses down her nose slightly and staring at Robby with raised eyebrows. 

“I’m always nice,” he shrugged, his voice going a little higher than usual. He felt his cheeks turning red and turned away to look at the board. 

“Yeah, I’m startin’ to notice,” she chuckled sarcastically. 

Until that day, you never realized you were getting special treatment but now you were beginning to wonder if Whitaker and Trinity were right. Back in school, you were that annoying kid who loved being the teacher’s pet and it made your heart flutter thinking that maybe you were Robby’s favourite. From the second you saw him, you were attracted to him. Not just physically but just the way he carried himself. He had an authoritative presence, stern yet gentle. But you never imagined your feelings would be reciprocated. You had never been in a position where you knew someone wanted you and it was fucking delicious. From that day on, you started testing him, trying to see how much he would let you get away with. 

And Robby let you get away with a lot. He loved the way you batted your eyelashes at him and took any excuse to rub against him when moving around in a trauma room. Everything you did only fueled his dark and perverted fantasies of you. He kept having to adjust himself after you innocently brushed your ass against him whenever you tried to reach for something. You were his resident, too young, too pretty, and too innocent (or so he thought). 

What Robby didn’t know was that you wanted him, just as bad. Just listening to him speak was enough for you to feel heat between your thighs. Even if you weren’t much of a slut in practice, you were definitely one in theory. He didn’t know that you liked going to bed, imagining inappropriate scenarios of him. Oftentimes, you ended up sliding your hand down your panties, thinking of him bending you over a table, taking you from behind, or fucking you right in the pitt. He had no idea how badly you wanted him too.

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The real trouble started in the third month of your residency. Robby didn’t know when his attraction for you turned into obsession. But if he had to pinpoint an exact moment when the attraction turned into obsession, it would probably be when he stole your panties. He had been teasing you all day, praising you after every single task, calling you a good girl. Then he purposely bumped into you in the break room while you were holding a cup of iced coffee, the cold liquid spilled all over your scrubs, seeping through the fabric. He waited for you to get changed and put your panties into your locker. As soon as you left the locker area, he used his key to unlock your locker, reached into your bag, and took out your panties. Just as he suspected from all the praise he had given you, they were damp with sticky arousal. He bundled up the fabric in his hand and looked around to make sure no one was watching before he took a deep inhale. He let out a low groan as he closed his eyes and inhaled your musky scent. Later that night, he held your panties to his face as he stroked his cock, moaning your name. 

Every time he saw you, his self control and restraint were pushed to the absolute limits. Whenever he talked, you stared at him with such focus and admiration, hanging onto his every word. He had also noticed the way your thighs would clench together every time he praised you. Everything you did drove him over the edge; the way your scrub top lifted up when you reached for things, revealing your smooth taut stomach, the way your plump lips wrapped around the straw of your water bottle, and most of all, the way you looked at him like he hung the moon. 

You were a bright-eyed young woman who was passionate about helping others. But somehow, Robby couldn’t help but think of you in other ways. You were always attentive, obedient, and so eager to help that he had a feeling you would get on your knees and suck his cock if he came up with some bullshit excuse like needing stress relief. He wanted to know how far you were willing to go to please him; he had a feeling you would do anything he asked you to do and that thought made his cock twitch. You saw the best in everyone and there was a dark, dirty, perverted part of him that wanted to abuse that privilege.

He equally loved and hated the way you had him rushing home after work to fuck his fist like he was a teenage boy who just found out how to masturbate. He would wrap his hand around his thick cock, already leaking with pre-cum and jerk himself off to the thought of getting you drunk on his cock. He loved to imagine all the pretty sounds and faces you would make as he stretched you out; that was enough to make him cum hard, moaning your name every single time. You made him feel old, perverted, dirty, and disgusting but that was part of what turned him on so much. 

One night when Robby found you walking to the bus stop in the rain after a shift, he offered to drive you home. When he got to your building, he realized that the landlord was an old friend of his. It was an old house that had been divided into six units with shared utilities. He knew that the living conditions there weren’t great, the building was old and not well managed. After dropping you off, his greediness took over and before he could realize what he had done, he was calling his friend and spewing bullshit about finance. He told his friend that in this economy, everyone was increasing their rent prices to keep up with inflation. Robby knew it was fucked up of him to do that because it wouldn’t just affect you but all of the other tenants. It was evil and there would be a special place in hell waiting for him but he couldn’t help it. He wanted you and now he just needed to wait for the perfect opportunity to take it. 

To Robby’s glee, the opportunity presented itself the next day when he walked into the break room and saw you crying in the break room. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked. His eyebrows furrowed as he sat down beside you at the table. He placed his arm around you and gently rubbed soothing circles with his thumb on your back. 

“My landlord jacked up the rent price and I got evicted because I couldn’t afford the rent anymore…”

Robby clenched his jaw and you felt his hand tense on your back. He worked so hard to suppress his smile at hearing about your terrible situation- your terrible situation that he had single handedly created. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, feigning sadness. 

You sniffled and looked at him, even in your state of despair, you smiled, “It’s okay, it’s not your fault-”

Oh if only you knew. 

“For the past few days, I’ve been staying in a crappy motel room that can barely fit all of my stuff. I’ve spent hours online looking for a new place but everything’s so expensive.” 

It was like the stars had aligned just for him and he would finally get to have you alone.  “Your parents aren’t helping?” he asked. When he first heard you complaining about rent and groceries, he was surprised. Your father was making nearly a million dollars a year, Robby wondered why he wasn’t supporting you financially. 

“I didn’t tell my parents. I don’t want them to think that I can’t do this.”

“They think that?” 

“Mostly my dad, but yeah. He didn’t even want me to be a doctor, let alone move all the way here for my residency.” 

Robby nodded and sighed, battling with the deranged demons inside of him. A sick part of himself felt happy hearing that your family didn’t support you because it meant you were looking for support elsewhere. He wanted to be that person, someone you could rely on. When he looked at you, he saw the future. Whether it was the future of emergency medicine or his future, he wasn’t quite sure yet, maybe both but he wanted you around. 

He was silent for a few seconds before he said, “I have a guest bedroom, you can stay there.” 

You looked at him with raised eyebrows and widened eyes. “Really?”

“I rent it out and my last tenant moved out a few weeks ago.” He was such a liar. 

Your eyebrows knit together with confusion. “You rent out your spare bedroom? You’re the chief of emergency medicine.”

“Extra income is always good,” he shrugged casually. He had never rented out his guest bedroom before but now seemed like the perfect time to start. 

“I don’t know…”  As much as you were attracted to Robby, you knew moving in with him would be a bad idea. 

“Well, it’s no pressure. You don’t have to decide right away- it’s just there, if you need it.”

“How much do you charge for rent?” 

Robby thought for a few seconds of what an appropriate price would be. He wanted it to be cheap enough that you could afford it but expensive enough that it wouldn’t be suspiciously low.  “Six hundred a month. You’d get your own bedroom and bathroom. I’ve got a dishwasher, laundry machine, and dryer. We’d just share a kitchen and general living space.” 

Six hundred was cheaper than anything you’d ever seen before. You weighed the options in your head. It would be an HR nightmare, not to mention the rumours if people found out, namely Princess and Perlah. But his offer was so sweet and you didn’t want to offend him. Robby knew this and he was taking advantage of your kind-hearted nature. 

“That would be great. Thank you,” you smiled. You leaned over and hugged him.  

“You’re welcome. Let’s just…keep this between the two of us. Neither of us need the hassle from HR.”

“Okay, it’ll be our little secret,” you said softly although it came out more like a sexy whisper. 

“Good,” he nodded. His voice was strained, almost as strained as his cock was, pressing against his pants. The thought of having you live in his apartment, the woman he had spent the past three months thinking about as he fucked his fist was enough to make him moan right then and there. He had never been so thankful to be sitting down at the moment, the table perfectly covered the rising tent in his pants. 

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Later that day, after your shift finished, Robby drove you to the motel you were staying at and helped you load everything into his car before driving to his place. The drive wasn’t too long but every second felt like an hour. After not so accidentally hitting a curb while he was pulling out of the parking lot of the motel, he placed his hand on your thigh. You figured it was just a way to calm you because he hit the curb pretty hard and you did jump in surprise. He kept his hand on your thigh the entire time and you could practically feel your pussy pulsing as arousal grew between your tightly clamped thighs. 

When you got to his place, he opened the car door for you and handed you the keys. “Make yourself at home. I’ll bring your stuff inside.” 

“Thanks, Robby-” 

“Michael. You can call me Michael,” he said. He had been waiting for months to hear you say his name. 

“Okay, thanks, Michael.” 

God he loved the way you said his name. It had a different inflection coming out of your sweet mouth. He was resolved to hear you moan it tonight. 

You unlocked the door and stepped inside. It was exactly how you imagined it would be in your many late-night sexual fantasies. A rugged yet cozy bachelor pad. The entire place smelled like him, musky, woody, with the faint smell of cigarettes. 

“What do you think?” he asked. He had taken off his hoodie and had it slung across his shoulder. You could see his veiny arms and biceps flexing as he carried in your heavy bags. 

“It’s really nice. Thanks again for letting me stay here.” 

“It’s my pleasure,” he smiled, placing your bags on the floor. It really was his pleasure. “Do you want a beer?”

“Yes, please,” you nodded. It had been a long day and all you wanted was to decompress. 

He sat down next to you on the couch and handed you a beer. His leg pressed against yours and you made the conscious decision not to move away. 

“So, you’ve been working in the pitt for three months now. How do you feel?” 

“I love it but there’s some days where I feel like I’m not cut out for this. Maybe it’s everything my dad has said but…I don’t know,” you shrugged and looked at the ground. 

He put his beer down on the coffee table and gently tilted your chin upwards so you were looking at him. You felt heart spreading across your face at the unexpected contact. 

“You’re quick on your feet, logical, and you care for your patients. You show a real promise for emergency medicine,” he said, looking into your wide eyes. His thumb stroked the skin below your chin. It was taking every ounce of self control he had not to kiss you right then and there but he restrained himself, not wanting to scare you away after he had schemed to get you here. 

“Really?” 

“I used to work with your father. He’s a brilliant man but he couldn’t be more wrong about you. You’re built for this.” His hand moved from your chin to touch your hot cheek. 

Hearing those words from Michael meant everything to you. You were so overcome by validation that you finally gave in to the tension that had been accumulating between you for months and kissed him. You immediately froze after your lips touched his but before you could open your mouth to speak, Michael moved quickly, not giving you a second to process what you had just done or be embarrassed. 

His large hands cupped your face, pulling you in towards him as he kissed you back. The kiss started off soft and gentle but it quickly grew deeper. One hand moved to the back of your neck while the other squeezed your breast; his finger grazed over your sensitive nipple. Your mouth fell open in response as you moaned and he took the chance to slide his tongue against yours. 

You could feel your wetness growing, aching for friction so you moved to sit in his lap, straddling him. He started biting and sucking on your neck; he wanted to leave his mark all over your body. Your knees sank into the couch while you settled yourself between his hips. You rolled your hips and felt the outline of his hard cock grind against your throbbing pussy. He bit your earlobe in response and you could feel his hot breath fanning against your neck. You clenched around nothing as you kept grinding down on him, feeling every inch of his hard pulsing cock press against you. 

“Fuck,” you moaned, pressing your hands against his chest and throwing your head back at the sensations rippling through your body. You kept grinding against him, feeling the delicious friction of your clothes rubbing against your pussy. 

He reached his hand under your scrub top and pressed his hand against your bare back, pushing you close to him. Your chest was pressed against his and you let your head rest on his shoulder. He started bucking his hips up to meet your movements and you could feel his fingers digging into your hips, holding you so tight it would leave marks. His grip on your hips guided your rhythm, making you feel every inch of him pressing against your throbbing pussy like you were actually fucking him. 

Suddenly his grip on your hips tightened, stopping your movement. You looked at him, confused as to why he was stopping. “I need to taste you,” he said in a low voice that made your pussy clench around nothing. 

“Okay,” you nodded eagerly. 

Without saying another word, he carried you bridal-style to his bedroom and placed you on his bed. “Take off your clothes,” he commanded, stepping back so he could look at you. 

You kept your eyes trained on him as you lifted up your scrub top, tossing it on the floor. Then you pulled down your pants, revealing your black lace bra and panties. 

“God, you really know how to make a man lose his mind,” he groaned as his eyes raked over your body, drinking you in. 

“Really?” you asked. Heat flushed through your entire body as you looked at him. 

He nodded. “I’ve been going crazy thinking about you.” 

“I’ve been thinking about you too,” you admitted. 

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice slightly cracking. His restraint and control was crumbling by the second. 

You suddenly felt a little braver and you knew there was no going back. You slid your panties off, leaned back on your elbows, and spread your legs for him. “I’ve made myself cum thinking about you.” 

Just hearing that was enough to elicit another low, “Fuck,” out of his mouth. He quickly took off his scrubs and walked towards you. 

This time it was your turn to say, “Fuck.” His cock was rock hard and girthier than you’d ever seen. Veins ran along the shaft and the fat tip was dripping with pre-cum. 

Michael grabbed you by the hips, pulling you to the edge of the bed. His pupils were dilated as he got down on his knees so he was eye level with your glistening pussy. He started off slow, kissing your inner thighs, gently sucking and biting on the soft skin while you writhed against the sheets, desperate for more. 

“Please,” you begged, trying to push your throbbing pussy into his face. 

“Use your words, pretty girl,” he instructed, looking up at you from between your thighs. 

“Please, Michael, I need you,” you whimpered. 

“Good girl,” he smiled. Not wanting to waste another second, he dove straight in with his tongue. He ate your pussy with the feverish passion of a starved man. His nose rubbed and pressed against your clit while he licked up your juices. 

“So fucking sweet,” he moaned into your pussy. 

“Oh fuck Michael!” you cried out, gripping his hair with your hands. You bucked your hips against his face and he dove in deeper. His tongue moved up and down your wet folds before he started sucking on your clit. The waves of pleasure surging through your body were unbelievable. You wanted to keep him between your thighs for the rest of your life. 

“Such a good girl,” he said to your pussy as he inserted two fingers. His thick fingers stretched you out and felt so much better than your own. He moved them in and out of you, picking up his pace as he felt your walls clenching around them. He kept his tongue on your clit, applying pressure and sucking it. 

“Holy fuck!” Your thighs clamped around his head tightly as your first orgasm rippled through your body. But he didn’t stop. He added a third finger so he was knuckles deep inside of you and the stretch felt glorious. Then he started scissoring his fingers inside you then curled them until they hit that spongy spot deep inside of you that you’d never been able to reach on your own while he kept sucking on your clit. Your toes curled and your pussy clenched tightly around his fingers while you threw your head back crying out his name. 

“Good girl,” he praised, kissing your inner thigh as he fingered you through your orgasm. 

Your thighs were shaking as you propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. Your wetness dripped down his beard and he had never looked hotter. 

Then with his eyes on you, he pulled his fingers out of your swollen pussy and licked them. “My favourite girl,” he groaned as his tongue lapped up all your fluids dripping down his fingers. 

His knees cracked as he stood up from the ground and the mattress dipped under his weight as he got on beside you. You leaned back so your head was on the soft pillows and he crawled towards you with his heavy cock swinging between his thighs. His eyes were dark, pupils blown with lust. 

Once he pressed his knees into the mattress and settled between your spread thighs, he used his hand to guide his thick cock through your wet folds. 

“So fucking tight,” he groaned. You felt even better than he imagined all those times he jerked himself off thinking about you. It was like your pussy was made just for him. 

Your face scrunched together and tears dripped down your cheeks from discomfort at the stretch of the first few inches. You looked so pretty crying as you took his cock. It was your first time taking a cock as big as his but your dripping arousal provided enough lubrication for him to shove himself into you. 

You cried out of the sudden feeling of fullness, your hands gripping the sheets while you wrapped your legs around his waist and dug your heels into his ass. You could feel every pulse of his cock inside of you as he stretched you out. It was a sensation that you’d never felt before. Once he was fully inside you, he stayed still for a few seconds letting your body adjust to him until you started squirming below him. 

“Please fuck me,” you begged as you tried to move your hips into him, desperate for motion. 

“Say my name,” he demanded. 

“Michael-” 

As soon as his name left your lips, he moved his hips back, letting the tip rest at your entrance before slamming back inside of you. He kept his hands gripped on your hips, lifting them upwards as he fucked into you. Your face relaxed and your mouth fell open; indiscernible noises coming out of your mouth as you started moving your hips towards him, matching your rhythm to his. 

“Fuck, oh fuck! Michael!” you cried out. He kept pulling almost out of you before pounding deep into you again. The sensation of his cock moving in and out of your walls had your pussy clenching hard around his thick girth. 

“You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you? Letting a man old enough to be your father fuck you like this.” He thrust harder into you, hitting the sweet spot as his pelvic bone pressed against your sensitive clit with each deep thrust. 

“Yeah, I’m a dirty slut,” you nodded eagerly. You looked so pretty with your round breasts bouncing up and down each time he fucked into you. Tears stained your hot cheeks while your lips parted open, letting loud moans escape. 

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you. You won’t be able to be with anyone but me,” he growled. He was completely blinded by lust and a carnal need for you. His grip on your hips tightened as he pulled you even closer to him. The closeness had him going deeper inside than before, the head of his cock hitting your cervix. The sounds echoing in the walls of his bedroom were obscene, your wetness and fluids squelching each time his cock thrust into you. 

You could feel yourself getting close when your thighs started shaking. You were already overstimulated from your other two orgasms. “I’m so close,” you moaned, looking up into his eyes. 

“Are you gonna let me cum inside you? You want me to fill you up?” Although it was posed as a question, it sounded more like a demand. He dreamed of having you, his pretty young resident in his bed like this, staring up at him with your wide eyes as he filled you up with his cum. 

“Yes, fuck yes! I want you to fill me up!” Your eyes rolled back as your pussy clenched hard around his cock, triggering his own orgasm. He started erratically thrusting into you while you felt yourself letting go. Both of your bodies were shaking with pleasure as your fluids dripped onto the sheets and you felt hot thick ropes of his cum flood into you. 

You lay splayed out on the mattress, gasping for air. He pulled out and collapsed beside you for a few seconds before he pulled you close to him. “You did such a good job, pretty girl,” he said breathlessly. You lay your head on his sweaty chest as your breathing synchronized. You closed your eyes, feeling his cum drip out of your still pulsing pussy while he placed a tender kiss on your forehead. 

You should have known better and he definitely did know better but that didn’t stop either of you from doing it again and again.

Dividers by @hatoslay

Deran and Baz were getting the bank tellers to fill up bags with cash. The Cody brothers had been robbing banks for years and they had mastered bank robberies down to a science. It was supposed to be a simple job, in and out within ninety seconds. 

“Is that all the cash?” Baz asked. His voice was muffled slightly by the ski mask covering his face. 

“Y-y-yes,” the shaking bank teller nodded. 

“We got it. Let’s go!” Deran called out to Pope. 

The boys rushed past the counter, heading towards the back doors where Craig was waiting in the getaway car. They only had twenty seconds left before the police would get to the bank and surround the entire building. Deran was first to exit through the back door, followed closely behind by Baz and then Pope. As Baz ran past the teller counter, he tripped on the waste basket. 

“Shit,” Baz groaned as he stumbled into the counter. 

From there, everything happened in slow motion. 

Out of the corner of his eyes, Pope saw the security guard reaching for his gun and pointing it at Baz. 

“Fuck,” Pope cursed under his breath. He looked ahead at Baz who was trying to get to the exit. Pope was sixteen seconds behind Baz, there wouldn’t be enough time for him to get out of the bank without risking both of them getting shot. 

“Baz and Pope, get the fuck out of there!” Craig’s voice crackled in his earpiece. 

It was against Pope’s nature to let someone he loved get hurt and in that moment, there was only one thing he could do. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at the security guard, shooting him in the leg. The guard went down with a thud, clutching his right leg as he cried out in pain. At that same moment, he could hear the thud of the backdoor closing and the roar of the getaway car’s engine as it sped away; Baz had made it out. Then the unmistakable sound of sirens surrounding the bank rang in Pope’s ears, the familiar blue and red lights reflecting onto his face as police charged into the bank with guns drawn. 

“Drop your gun, put your hands on your head, and get on the fucking ground! Now!”

Andrew replayed that day nearly every second of the past few weeks since he arrived at Folsom State Prison. Although he didn’t regret sacrificing himself for Baz, he couldn’t help but feel a little resentment towards his family. It had been just over three weeks and they had only visited him a few times. When they did visit him, conversations were limited, he could feel a distance between him and his family that only grew larger with each visit. They were moving on with their lives while he was suffering alone in prison. 

“Inmates line up against the wall!” Hilty, one of the brutal corrections officers yelled out. “Inside that library are volunteers from the California Prison Library Program. These are unpaid volunteers, so don’t give them any shit. You are expected to behave, shut your fucking mouths, and listen to them. If anyone falls out of line, that's an immediate loss of privileges. And if anyone really wants to fuck with me, you’ll be thrown into solitary. Got it?” 

“Yes, sir,” some of the inmates grumbled. 

“I know most of you can’t even fucking read, let alone care about books but you’ll suffer through it. The volunteers will be coming every Wednesday for the next month before they move on to a different prison. Get in there and sit down at the tables,” another corrections officer said as he handed out pamphlets about the library program. 

Before Andrew could step inside the library, Hilty stopped him. Placing an imposing hand on his shoulder, grip so tight it was intended to leave marks. “I’m keeping my eye on you. If you act up, I’m gonna throw you back into solitary. You remember what happens there, don’t you?” he asked, a sinister smile forming on his scarred face. . 

“Yes, sir,” Andrew nodded in a monotone voice. His eyes stared blankly into the library ahead, unable to meet Hilty’s beady eyes. It was taking every ounce of self control he had not to punch Hilty square in the jaw but Andrew knew better. After beating up a prison guard in his first week at Folsom, the other guards retaliated by throwing Andrew into solitary, stripping him naked and blaring loud music for hours on end. The torture was relentless, seemingly endless attempts to break Andrew’s already broken spirit and Hilty was the ringleader behind the abuse. 

After Hilty let go of him, Andrew stuffed the library pamphlet into his breast pocket- the only pocket his orange jumpsuit had before he walked into the library and stood beside his cellmate, Vin. While Andrew wasn’t particularly fond of Vin- he talked too much and was too intrusive, Vin had been his only cellmate that lasted longer than a week. All of his previous cellmates had wound up in the infirmary after starting fights with Andrew. 

The prison warden was standing at the front of the library, calling up each volunteer before letting them introduce themselves. While Vin was whispering about how useless the library program was, Andrew found himself getting distracted by thoughts of his family. He wondered what jobs Smurf was planning, if Deran and Craig were out doing stupid shit, and whether Baz was taking care of Lena. The thought of Lena instantly sent a rush of melancholy through Andrew’s body, his perfect little niece who he was just starting to get to know before he was arrested. Lena was only three years old, just a baby in Andrew’s eyes and he hoped she wouldn’t forget him. 

Just as Andrew’s thoughts started drifting off to a darker place, as they often did when his mind went off on tangents, he heard your voice. The second you spoke, everything went quiet, which was more than rare for him. It was a miracle, divine intervention and you were that divinity. Your voice, so soft and sweet, was like that of a siren, your call luring him in. 

“Hi, everyone. It’s a pleasure to meet all of you,” you took a step forward and introduced yourself to the inmates. You moved your hands around as you spoke about what you studied in university and how excited you were to be at Folsom. 

For the first time since Andrew arrived at Folsom a few months ago, he was happy to be there, because in the depraved cruelty and coldness of the prison, there you were, standing with his fellow inmates, an angel amongst demons. You were far too beautiful to be in such an ugly place but he was eternally grateful that you were here. He was sure that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. 

“Reading has always been an outlet I use to escape-” you paused as you nervously glanced at the warden who met your gaze with a stern look and a subtle shake of his head at your word choice, “Sorry, that’s probably not the right word…but it’s just a great way to get away from your thoughts or whatever’s going on in your life. When I was younger, whenever things weren’t great at home, which to be honest was often, I would stay up all night with a blanket over my head and a flashlight in my mouth as I read books. For me, reading was an immersive experience that allowed me to take a break from all the thoughts in my mind and follow characters through their journeys of self discovery. I look forward to helping you guys do the same.” 

“Let’s give a round of applause to our volunteers,” the warden ordered. 

There was a scattered round of applause coming from the inmates but Andrew’s clapping, while fairly quiet so as not to draw attention to himself, was genuine. He admired the way you spoke about reading, you sounded so passionate and inspired. Your mention of reading at night to escape when things weren’t good at home resonated with him. He was all too familiar with trouble at home, Smurf was always pitting his siblings against each other, always vying to be in control of every situation. You didn’t have to share that part of your life, all the other volunteers had very surface level reasons for why they were volunteering- required community service hours, bullshit about helping the less fortunate, or a pretentious ramble on the pedagogical value of reading. But not you, you were real, honest, and vulnerable to people you didn’t even know, and not just people, convicts, men who had committed crimes the court deemed bad enough to be thrown into a six by eight feet cell. 

“You’ll be split into reading groups and assigned a volunteer to help you find something to read. Fifty inmates per group, each group will have three volunteers and six corrections officers,” the warden continued. 

Andrew held his breath while the groups were called out, hoping that he would be assigned to you. 

“Cody, group six.” 

“Group six over here by the window!” you called out. 

“I’m group eighteen. Tell me if someone gives you shit,” Vin said, patting Andrew on the back before heading over to join his volunteer. 

Before walking over to you, Andrew took a deep breath to compose himself. By the time he joined the group, you had already started speaking to some inmates, some of whom were shamelessly flirting with you. Although he had absolutely no reason to be, he felt a sudden pang of jealousy. He didn’t like the way the other guys were looking at you with hungry eyes like they wanted to eat you. 

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” 

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?”

“Ever been with a gangster?” 

You answered each flirtatious question with a pleasant smile, totally unfrazzled by the attention you were receiving. “No. I already answered that. And no. Now, let’s get started. I’m gonna get each of you to fill out a reading comprehension booklet. It has some standard reading comprehension questions- multiple choice along with some true and false that will help me gauge your literacy levels. Once you’ve finished those questions, make sure to fill out the ones about the genres or topics you’re interested in so I can help you find the right books.” 

The inmates each took a booklet and began answering the questions. Andrew’s eyebrows furrowed with concentration as he gripped the dull pencil tightly in his hand, trying his absolute best to answer the questions correctly. For some unknown reason, he wanted to impress you. As he answered the questions, his eyes kept gravitating towards you, as if there was a magnetic pull, willing his body towards you. 

With the other volunteers, it was clear that most of them were there for some ulterior motive. College students who were just there because it looked good on their resume and some older volunteers who probably just wanted to brag about volunteering; they didn’t really care about helping inmates read. But not you. You were there out of the kindness of your heart, although you seemed a little scared at first, you poured all your energy into helping people. You stood right beside each inmate, closer than anyone else would’ve stood, and helped them pick out books according to their literacy levels. You didn’t flinch or subtly move away from inmates if they got closer to you, instead, you leaned in, treated them like real people. 

Once he finished answering the questions, he stood up and walked towards the table you were sitting at with the other volunteers. He wanted to hand his booklet to one of the other volunteers. There was something about you, your overall presence that made him feel uneasy. It wasn’t because you were intimidating or seemed untrustworthy, it was the opposite. You had a warm, welcoming, and trustworthy presence. He wanted to be close to you, protect you, and let you disarm him. 

But you were the first one that looked up as he approached the table. 

His heart was pounding so hard that he thought it would explode. He wasn’t someone who was easily rattled, he could crush someone’s carotid artery without breaking a sweat but with you, his hands were fidgeting by his sides and for someone whose stare was so intense that people were constantly avoiding his eyes, he struggled to meet your eyes. It felt sacrilegious for him to even look at you, someone as pure, sacred, and beautiful as you. Your eyes were full of love and kindness, he felt guilty whenever your perfect eyes met his dark, troubled eyes, the eyes that some people had looked into before dying. 

A kind smile formed on your face that had Andrew’s heart pounding even harder and his pupils dilating. “Thank you,” you said, your voice soft and sweet like honey as you took the booklet from him. 

You didn’t even know it but in that moment, Andrew pledged his devotion to you All it took was a smile and you become the centre of his universe. The light that radiated off of you reflected onto him, overpowering the darkness that had seemed to plague him his entire life before meeting you. 

“Inmates, take a seat at the desk and the volunteers will come by with books for each of you,” a corrections guard ordered. 

Andrew sat down at the desk and eagerly waited to see what books he would get. Unlike his sister Julia, he had never liked school. The teachers didn’t care, the subjects were useless, and the homework was too hard. Smurf never cared about his grades, she focused on the things she deemed more important like how to steal, lie, and cheat. But you made him excited about learning and reading because in his eyes, it was a way to get closer to you and understand you. 

One of the other volunteers handed him a reading sheet and three books. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed your name beside his assigned list of books. These were the books you had chosen specifically for him and he would treasure the books. 

As the first session of the library program was wrapping up, Andrew overheard two of the inmates talking. The second he heard your name in their conversation, he stood up straighter, his body rigid and alert. 

“Did you see the way that pretty one kept looking at me? She wants me, I could see it in her smile.”

“Wasn’t she smiling at everyone?”

“Nah, she gave me a look. Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve seen fine shit like that walk through here. I can’t let her go without giving her some special lovin.”

Andrew’s jaw muscle twitched and his fists clenched at hearing those words. Solitary be damned, there was no way he would ever let anything happen to you. Within seconds, Andrew’s fist was pummeling into the inmate's face. The inmate was knocked to the ground, his head hitting the ground with a thud but Andrew didn’t stop. With his biceps flexing against the fabric of his orange jumpsuit, he grabbed the inmate’s hand, pressing it against the wooden leg of the table and kicked it as hard as he could. The sound of bone cracking echoed in his ears as the inmate cried out in pain, trying to clutch his limp wrist. 

“Cody, on the ground now!” the warden yelled as three guards restrained him. 

“I’m taking you straight to solitary,” Hilty sneered as he cuffed Andrew and led him towards the dreaded room. 

Even while Andrew sat in solitary, naked and strapped to a metal chair with heavy metal music blaring from the speakers, he was unbothered. As cold as the room was and as much as his body ached from the beating he had gotten from Hilty, he was at peace because now he had you. The thought of you pulled him out of the darkness, you had become his escape. 

Later that night when Hilty finally let him out of solitary, Andrew lay on his cot and pulled out the pamphlet of the library program from earlier. He flipped through the pages until he found what he was looking for. It was a picture of you, judging from the slightly shorter length of your hair, it was taken a few months ago. You were sitting in the library beside an inmate at another prison pointing at a section of books. Andrew held the picture close to his face and stared at the picture of you until the sun came up.

For the next month, Andrew watched you from afar, diligently taking note of all the books you talked about and mentally cataloguing every detail of you. He wanted to remember it all so that when the time came for his release, he would find you. Each night, he went to sleep with the photo of you from the pamphlet. He had torn out your picture as neatly as he could and stared at it all night. Sometimes he would play out conversations with you in his head, pretending that you were really there with him. He held the photo to his chest, wanting you to be as close as possible with the distant yet sure hope that someday, he would get to actually hold you in his arms. 

As the library program at Folsom was coming to a close, Andrew felt a sense of impending doom. You had been such a light in the darkness that consumed him, temporarily soothing his chaotic mind. He had grown attached to you and Wednesdays had become his favourite day of the week, solely because those were the days he got to see you. Each library session, he silently watched your every move and memorized every observable trait. He knew that the remaining five years and 10 months of his prison sentence would pass agonizingly slow so he wanted his memory of you to stay sharp. The thought of you would carry him through the rest of his sentence. 

On the final day of the prison library program, the urge he had to approach you and be close to you was stronger than ever but he held himself back. He didn’t want your first time meeting him to be in prison, that just wouldn’t be right. You deserved a real love story and that was exactly what Andrew would give you. 

Chapter 2: Obsession

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A few days before Andrew was sentenced to six years at Folsom State Prison, he broke up with you when you were visiting him at the county jail. It broke his heart and hurt him more than he thought he was capable of hurting when he saw the look on your face. The utter heartbreak and shock as you processed his words. 

“I don’t want to see you again,” Andrew said, barely able to look you in the eye. 

Tears were already streaming down your face. Your first instinct was to blame yourself. You racked your brain trying to figure out what you had done wrong, analyzing the past few days you had spent with him. “I don’t- I just don’t understand what I did wrong,” you gasped, choking on your tears. 

He closed his eyes and turned away from you, blinking his own tears away. Every instinct he had was telling him to hold you, wipe your tears away and comfort you but he couldn’t. He needed it to hurt so you wouldn’t wait for him. “I don’t want to be with you. You need to forget me and move on. Even when I get out of prison, I don’t want to see you.” 

“Andrew, please, just tell me what I did wrong and I’ll fix it. I’ll fix it just please don’t leave me. Please, Andrew,” you sobbed, frantically reaching for his hands from across the round table.  

His jaw muscle clenched and it took every ounce of strength he had to push your hands away from him. It killed him to see you crying and breaking down like this, even more so because he was the reason for your pain. 

Right from the start of your relationship, Andrew knew that he wasn’t good enough for you but he had tried so hard to prove himself otherwise, not just to you and everyone else, but also to himself. He stopped doing risky jobs where there were high chances of getting caught, all the jewelry he bought you was with clean money, and he distanced himself from Smurf to protect you. But all of his efforts turned out to be in vain when he got caught robbing a bank. 

“Just stay away from me,” Andrew said, his voice was hoarse and gruff as he stood up. Without looking back out of fear that he would crumble under your tearful gaze and run to you, he walked out of the county jail visiting area. 

It was the hardest decision he had ever made, letting you- the person he loved more than anyone or anything else in the world go, but it was because he loved you so much that he made the decision. He didn’t want you wasting the rest of your precious vibrant life waiting for him. You were too smart, ambitious, and capable to tie yourself to some convict.

Without giving it a second thought, Andrew answered your call. “Hello?” 

“Andrew? What- wh- when did you get out of prison?” you stuttered. Your eyes were wide with surprise and shock as you stared at him on the screen. You blinked a few times, making sure it was really him. 

“Yesterday,” he answered quickly, more concerned about you. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the screen, taking in your tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes. “Why are you crying?” 

It took you a few seconds to answer. You were still in shock that he was out of prison and captivated by his shirtless image on your screen. His hair was shorter, trimmed into a neat buzzcut that showed off his cute ears.  “I’m not crying-”

“Why are you calling me?” To anyone else, his tone would’ve sounded impatient, but it was actually out of concern. He wanted to understand what was wrong so he could fix it for you. “I had two hundred and eighteen missed calls from you.”

“Oh well at first, I called you out of habit- even after the breakup, whenever something happened, I wanted to tell you. But you never answered- obviously because you were in prison. Even though you couldn’t answer, I just started calling you whenever I needed to talk-” halfway through your barely coherent rambling, you scratched the outer corner of your eye three times, then another three, and a final set of three. 

Andrew caught it immediately. During your relationship, he had grown accustomed to identifying your habits and compulsions. “What was that?” 

“What was what?” your voice went high pitched, an obvious tell that you were lying. 

“You scratched your eye three times.” 

“What eye?” you shrugged as you sunk down into your bed. 

Andrew said your name in a low voice, the exact tone that had you doing whatever he told you to do. 

“No I didn’t,” you shook your head. 

“Yes, you did. I can see you, kid. I thought you were done with that.”

You blinked back tears as you stared into the screen, trying to be strong. “So did I,” you whimpered, your voice breaking. 

“What happened?” Andrew asked, his voice and expression softening. 

“I’m really scared, Andy-”

His heart skipped a beat when he heard you call him by his nickname, something only you could call him. 

“It’s like everything is falling apart. I can’t afford my rent, my boss is driving me crazy, and I just…I feel like I can’t do anything right.” You couldn’t fight the tears anymore, they began streaming down your face. You felt so overwhelmed, not just from the mental breakdown you were having but also from the fact Andrew was speaking to you. Everyone else in your life hadn’t noticed how you were unravelling but with Andrew, he caught it within seconds. That was the beauty of your relationship with him, he saw you, truly saw you in a way you had never been seen before and not in spite of it, but because of it, he had loved you. 

“Are you at home?”

“Yes,” you nodded. 

“Stay there. I’m coming to you,” he said. He threw the sledgehammer across the grass and started running. 

Shirtless and without shoes, Andrew ran through the pitch black streets of Oceanside with his phone held out in front of him so you could see him. 

“You really don’t have to do this,” you sniffled, clutching your blanket up towards your chin. 

“Just keep looking at me. I’m almost there,” he said, breathing heavily. The sweat on his body glistened under the pale moonlight as he reached your building and ran up the stairs towards your door. 

“I don’t want you to see me like this,” you shook your head. 

“Open the door,” he said, his tone firm but gentle because he could never be rough with you. 

“No, I’m scared!” You pulled the covers over your head and hid in the safety of the darkness. 

The next thing you heard was a loud crash and the sound of your door swinging open. Then the sound of heavy footsteps and breathing approaching your bedroom. You could already smell him, his sweat and natural musk that matched his t-shirt that you were wearing. 

Andrew gently pulled down the covers, revealing your shivering body covered only in his old t-shirt. You looked up at him with wide eyes, unafraid to blink out of fear that you were dreaming and if it was a dream, it was one you never wanted to wake up from. After all this time, Andrew was here. You called and he came. 

“You’re here,” you whispered softly, your voice hoarse from all the crying you had done. 

A part of you felt embarrassed. This was the first time Andrew was seeing you in three years. You wished that you had undergone a post breakup glow-up or at least washed your hair but the second you looked up at him, all those thoughts went away. This was the real you, the you Andrew had fallen in love with, mental crises and all. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes for anything but pure love and adoration. 

“I was always here,” he replied as if it was the most obvious thing. To him, it was obvious, he had always been there and always would be there for you. 

Andrew reached down and effortlessly lifted you up, carrying you in his big strong arms in a bridal carry. He fought back tears as he held you in his arms. He leaned his head on your shoulder so he was facing towards you, not away from you, which was something he only ever did with you. Your arms wrapped around his tightly, you never wanted to let go of him. He melted into your touch, closing his eyes as he breathed in your scent and felt your soft skin. It had been so long since someone held him and longer still since he wanted it. 

“It’s okay. You’re safe now,” he said, pressing his face against your hair. 

“I missed you so much,” you sighed, pulling away from him slightly so you could look at his face. Your fingertips gently traced the freckles on his face before moving down to his broad chest. 

Andrew leaned in and kissed you. A low groan escaped his lips as he savoured your soft lips and sweetness. “I love you” he said breathlessly, pulling away from the kiss to look into your eyes. One kiss and he was hard already, pre-cum leaking through his jeans, leaving a dark spot at his crotch. 

“I love you too, Andy.” 

He gently placed you down onto the bed and climbed on top of you. “I’m gonna take care of you and everything’s gonna be okay.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as he started kissing you. His hands were moving across your body, gripping at every inch of skin he could find, desperate to feel you everywhere. You felt his coarse hands across your soft skin, squeezing your tits, your hips, and your ass. His cock was straining in his jeans and you could feel his hard length grinding against your aching pussy. 

“I need you inside me,” you whined. You arched your back, pushing your hips into him. 

Andrew quickly pulled his jeans down and took out his big cock. Tears formed in his hazel eyes as soon as he pushed his cock into you. It had been so long since he had you like this. He couldn’t believe you were really here and that you still loved him. “I love you so much,” he groaned, his voice breaking as tears fell down his face. 

“I love you, Andy.” Your back arched as you felt the full length of his cock stretching you out. Your nails dug into his chiseled chest, leaving your mark on him as you kissed his neck. 

He closed his eyes, fighting back the urge to cum right then and there as your nails scratched him. You felt so good, your warm and wet pussy squeezing around his cock. All those pretty sounds you were making just for him. His hands were resting on the bed against either side of your head, his big arms caging you in as he thrust into your wet pussy. He was mesmerized at the sight of you below him. Fully naked, tits bouncing up and down with each thrust, and your pretty eyes staring up at him. The soft squelch of every thrust, your loud moans, and his soft whimpers filled your dark bedroom. 

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last. I’m sorry, sweetheart. Feels too good,” he whimpered, dropping his head down onto your chest as his thrusts became erratic, pathetically trying to fuck into you as hard as he could. 

“Cum for me, Andy. I want you to fill me up,” you moaned, encouraging him by squeezing your pussy around him. 

That was all he needed to go over the edge. His cock twitched inside of you before spilled his load into you. “Yeah yeah yeah. Fuck,” he moaned as he collapsed on top of you. You felt his warm cum fill you up and leak out, dripping down your thighs and onto the bedsheets.

“I missed you so much. Missed being your girl,” you sighed as you kissed him softly on the cheek. His cock was now soft but still inside you. He didn’t feel ready to pull out and you didn’t want him to. 

“You’ve always been my girl,” Andrew said, pulling you closer to him. He kissed you on the forehead, cradling your head in his big hands and whispering sweet words to you, lulling you into peaceful sleep. 

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On your first date, you briefly mention to Jack that your favourite flowers are pink peonies. The next morning, you open your door and find crates of perfect pink peonies delivered to your apartment. No matter where he is or what he's doing, the second he gets a request from you for a selfie, he opens up the camera app and snaps a selfie of himself for you. One evening, you’re lounging on the couch, legs in his lap, watching your favourite reality tv show, you comment on how pretty one of the contestants’ dresses is. Jack spends the next day at work asking one of the nurses how to find the dress, which is when he discovers the magical Google reverse image search. A week later, he presents the dress in multiple colours to you and much to his pleasure, you grace him with a little fashion show, although later that night, the dress ends up forgotten on his bedroom floor while you show him just how thankful you are. Jack spends months designing the perfect engagement ring for you, carefully studying your Pinterest boards until he comes up with the ring of your dreams. The crows’ feet on the outer corners of his hazel eyes crinkle slightly as he smiles every time he looks at you, admiring the way your diamond ring catches the light of any room you’re in. It’s a daily reminder that you’re his forever and he loves how devoutly you wear it. 

His devotion for your happiness and satisfaction translates into the bedroom:  

Jack spends hours between your thighs, tongue inside your pussy while his nose nudges against your clit, creating a euphoric sensation that has you digging your fingers into his salt and pepper curls. He loves having you sit between his thighs in bed, your back leaning against his broad chest while your legs are spread open, his thick fingers work in and out of your wet folds. He has his thumb rubbing your sensitive clit in methodical circles while his other hand is pinching one of your erect nipples. “Just like that, baby. You’re doing so well. Such a good girl for me,” he coos, planting soft kisses on your neck. Once you cum on his fingers, he’ll take them in his mouth and lick clean every drop of your arousal, letting out a low groan every time at how good you taste. 

“Just one more time, sweetheart. It’ll feel so good, I promise,” he says in that voice that has you melting into his touch despite your overstimulation. His voice is soft and sweet, dripping with adoration and awe; it almost always is whenever he’s inside you. You just look so pretty, your eyelids slightly heavy with exhaustion and lust, your body glowing with sweat, and hair wild, undone in that way he loves so much. How could he not want to make you cum on his cock? His big hands grip your hips, digging his fingers in so deep it’ll leave marks, his biceps flex as he pushes you down onto his cock, meeting the upward thrust of his hips. 

You can barely catch your breath with each forceful thrust of his cock, stretching you out. Jack watches you intently, his eyes focusing on the way your tits bounce up and down and the beautiful, fucked out expression on your face. You lean your head back in pleasure as the head of his cock hits your cervix, resulting in the beautiful harmony of pain and pleasure that you constantly crave. Then you feel one of his hands leave your hips momentarily, gripping your chin and pulling it down so you were facing him. “Come on, baby, keep those pretty eyes on me- yeah, that’s it. I wanna look at you when I cum.” 

“Yeah yeah,” he moans. His breath feels hot against your ear. You can hear every changing decibel of his voice, the gruff groaning getting louder and his faint whimpers as he gets closer to his own climax. It doesn’t take long for you to cum, your pussy walls clenching and pulsing around his cock. That’s enough for Jack to cum right after you. His head falls onto your shoulder, nose pressed against the side of your neck, moaning your name as his cum spilling deep inside you and dripping down onto the bedsheets. 

Jack is nothing if not totally and utterly devoted to fulfilling your needs and wants.

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