#pervert!!!

“Hey Whitaker,” You smile sweetly, entering the locker room and putting your bag inside your locker.

His eyes immediately soften when he sees you, and his lips curve into a gentle smile, “Hey, how was your night?” 

“Honestly not too bad, ordered some takeout and watched reality TV.” You hum back, gently touching up your hair in the mirror.

He chuckles gently and leans against the lockers, “Sounds pretty nice, Santos kept me up all night making me watch musicals.” He sighed, a hint of a smile on his face.

“I would not have expected that from Santos. I’m assuming she’ll rip my head off if I mention it?” You tease, playfully pushing his shoulder.

He lets out a soft breath at your touch, “Yeah…she’d never rip your head off, you know? Only mine.” He grins sheepishly.

You nod sarcastically, “I’m not sure if I believe that, I am not gonna test my luck.” You begin walking with him towards the door, 

“Shall we?” You smile, squeezing his shoulder as you both walk out. He stops at the door, “I forgot something, I’ll catch up with you.” He mutters quickly and walks back inside the locker room.

You shrug and continue into the ED. 

He pushes his back against the locker and sighs, feeling his scrubs grow tight and that same feeling swell in his stomach. How is it that the smallest interaction with you made him feel like he was on fire?

“Fuck..” He murmurs, rubbing a hand over his face, “quickly..I have to do this quickly.” 

He hates what he does whenever you get him so hard, but he can’t help himself. Your soft fingertips and beautiful smile always make him feel so special, even if you touch everyone like that. This has been going on for months. You’d touch him or whisper a quick, sweet message in his ear about the patient he saved, and he’s gone. One more trip to the ‘bathroom’ and the staff would probably think he had an STD.

It always goes the same, he thinks of your hands on him, mouth on him, you everywhere all at once. The shame he feels never fades. It lingers in his mind, and he convinces himself he should at least try to stop.

He shuts himself in a stall and slowly reaches into his boxers to cup his aching cock. He groans in pleasure as he pulls it out and begins lazily stroking it, mumbling your name quietly under his breath. Sighing as he remembers he doesn’t have time for this, imagining you so perfect beneath him, whispering those sweet, poisonous praises….no. He checks his watch and quickly speeds up. 3 minutes.

His hand presses against the wall as he imagines your hands on him again, ruining him. You’re so perfect, how could you not know you practically kill him with every touch? That every skim of your fingertips makes him feel like he's on fire? He whimpers quietly and quickens his pace, rubbing sloppy strokes over his cock, panting weakly.

 “fuck ..mm fuck..” He gasps, “oh god-” gently right before he cums, white strands splurting out onto the ground below. His cock twitches for a few seconds, and he shamefully wipes himself up, still thinking about you. As fast as he can, he cleans the floor up and exits the stall. He checks the mirror and mops the sweat off his brow. 

30 seconds to spare, perfect.

 As he steps into the ED, his eyes quickly catch you, rubbing circles into McKay's back, you being the only person she lets touch her. 

He sees you spot him, say something to McKay, then start walking over. His eyes are glued to the careful sway of your hips, and he swallows as you approach, 

“Hey, got a patient for you, if you’ll have it.” You smile

He can barely get a word out with how fast he’s agreeing, “Y-Yeah, yeah of course.” 

Your lips snake into that sickenly sweet smile, the one that makes his heart skip a beat, 

“Perfect, Dennis, thank youuu.” You hum and begin to walk away, not before giving his arm a soft brush with your hand. He smiles to himself and tries to ignore the heat pooling between his legs. He watches the curve of your ass and thighs as you walk away, perfect, soft, and incredibly gorgeous.

Later, about halfway through your shift, you hear Santos and Robby talking outside while you sit to grab some fresh air. You overhear Santos as she rambles, “I can’t get him to shut up about her. Oh wow she did this! Oh, wow, did you see her necklace! He says he’s not interested, but he’s literally obsessed at this point! Can’t I just catch a break?” She whines and pinches the bridge of her nose.

 Robby looks unsurprised, “Kid’s got it bad, what can I say?” A smile curls onto his lips as he walks backward into the ED, “Don’t you have charting to catch up on?”

Santos groans, “Don’t remind me.” She makes her way back into the ED. You wonder who she was talking about, then think back to how Dennis had complimented your necklace earlier that week.

 It couldn’t be you, could it? The girl he was obsessed with?

You shake your head and make your way back inside. He was always acting weird around you, leaving after almost every conversation. You’re like 80 percent sure he sniffed your hair last week. You don’t want to admit that the thought of little Dennis Whitaker having a perverted crush on you didn’t turn you on. It definitely did. You decide you wanna play with him, why not? You unclasp your necklace and smile to yourself.

As you make your way through the hall, you spot Dennis catching up on his charts. “Hey, Denny.” You call out, sending his head instantly whipping in your direction, feet almost tripping over themselves to get to you. “Y-Yeah?” 

“I was wondering if you could do me a favour, my necklace came undone, could you put it back on in the locker room?” You smile innocently, eyes twinkling with mischief.

He nods quickly, “for sure,” he mumbles, eagerly following you inside. You hand him the chain, and he gently brushes your ponytail to the side, pressing the jewelry to your neck as his hands work on the clasp. 

You press yourself against him a little more, to test the waters. You hear him murmur a soft, “shit,” under his breath. He finally clasps the necklace after about 30 seconds of fumbling it between his fingers. You smile, turning and cupping his cheek, rubbing it for a second. Awe floods into his expression, a pretty smile eliciting from his soft lips. 

“Thank you Denny.” You hum once again and leave the locker room. You pause outside the door, waiting for him, but he doesn’t come out. 

A minute passes, and you decide to go back in. You quietly push open the door, and you begin to hear something. It sounds like soft panting, and your eyes widen at the realization. 

You walk on the pads of your feet, silently approaching the stall. You hear muffled whines and sticky slapping coming from the other side, and the unmistakable sound of your name. 

You feel yourself growing wetter at the thought of him touching himself to you. 

“Dennis.” You blurt out.

The locker room goes completely silent, and you gently knock on the door, “Can I come in?”

You hear the sound of scrubs rustling, then the door opens.

 Dennis looks sloppy and out of breath, pants roughly pulled up.

 “Uh, yeah?” He murmurs weakly, looking miserable.

 “Were you touching yourself to the thought of me?” You mutter, stepping into the stall and locking it. 

He just stares at you for a moment, waiting. “Dennis?” You plead carefully. 

“Yes. I-I do that sometimes.” He admits weakly.

Your eyes widen, “So you’ve done it before.” 

He stammers what feels like a few hundred apologies before he finally takes a deep breath. “Every time you touch me..I get turned on in a way I’ve never been before. You drive me fucking crazy, and I can’t take it when you touch or look at me, so- Yes, I come in here and relieve some of the tension. I’m sorry.”

Your eyes soften, and you notice the outline of his bulge still peeking from his scrubs. 

“Poor baby.” You hum, stepping toward him, cupping his cock through his pants. 

“W-wha- fuck-” He whines, melting into you. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, gently sucking and kissing whatever skin is available. His hips already start rocking into your hand, greedy for whatever touch you’ll allow him.

You smile at his kisses, revelling in how cute he looks, all needy for you. “Let me help you, yeah?” You coo, and he nods pathetically, “Please.” He pants.

Your hand sneaks down his pants, planting gentle strokes over his sensitive skin. “Please don’t tease me.” He groans, but quickly shuts up as you slide onto your knees, beautiful eyes peering up into his. You give him that tender smile again, and he mewls a soft, “fuck,”

He gasps as you take him in your mouth, tongue drawing teasing circles over his leaking tip. 

His hips buck and he lets out the most pathetic moan you’ve ever heard.

 “You really like this, hm?” You tease, sucking carefully, watching every pretty little twitch in his face, every stutter of his hips. His hands begin gently stroking your hair, touch kind and loving. “Yes..god yes..” He whimpers, hands gripping the handle on the wall like it's a lifeline. 

‘I’m gonna cum- I-I can cum right? Please?” He pleads, chest heaving and body almost going slack. 

You smile as you continue your slow, yet perfectly torturous pace. “You can cum, cum for me, Dennis.” 

That’s all he needs. His knees buckle, and he whines your name like a prayer as he fills you. You feel the thick ropes of cum paint your mouth, and you swallow them eagerly. He gently lifts you to your feet and gives you the sweetest hug you’ve ever received.

 “Thank you..thank you..can we do this more often?” He murmurs into you, breath tickling your neck. 

“Of course we can.” You chuckle, “I really like you, Dennis, especially the perverted parts of you.” 

He smiles hesitantly, “Are you sure I didn’t freak you out?” arms pulling back, eyes begging into yours.