#tenny

your boyfriend just shakes his head, mocking, teasing. you're close to your limit, sure, but he knows you like the back of his hand. he knows what you can handle and what's too much. and besides, you haven't said your safe word at all in the past hour.

"how about one more, baby? can you do that for me?" he encourages, watching as you vehemently shake your head, whining stupidly like a brat. "i know you can, sweetheart. don't make me tell you again. one more."

that shuts you up, makes you swallow the complaints that bubble to the surface. you nod once, embarassed, frustrated. wanting nothing more than to let go.

"good." jack hums, leaning down to kiss you, sweetly despite the circumstances. loving. deep and meaningful without words, despite his harsh denial of your orgasm, reminding you that you can say your safe word at any time and he'll stop. "ready?"

you don't get a chance to respond before he's pushing himself into your pussy again, the slick that's accumulated from fucking you to near completion five times allows him to bury himself to the hilt immediately, and the moan that escapes you is heavenly and sinful all at once. walls spasming around his cock as if to suck him in, stop him from pulling out again.

"fuck," jack breathes as you squeeze against him. throbbing with pure ache. "you wanna cum so badly, don't you honey?"

"mhmm," is all you can say in response when he starts to move abruptly. you're sensitive, body reactive to every push and pull, every start and stop. and jack can feel the way your body speaks to him, even when you can't say a single word. bottom lip caught between teeth as you moan loud and uninhibited, just how he likes it.

"pussy's so fuckin' perfect," he praises, under his breath like he's talking to himself. "sucking me in so good."

when he speeds up, you already know that you're doomed. every cell in your body begins to protest, preparing for the sharp blow of being brought so close to the peak, and then everything coming to a screeching halt.

you can't relax, you want to cum so badly. maybe if you don't say a word, maybe if you don't alert him to your impending climax, he'll let you cum. maybe he won't deny you again. but your dreams are ripped away right from under you when jack starts to slow down. thrusts becoming more languid and purposeful, the veins on his cock still catching on your gummy, spongy walls with each stroke.

"oh, sweetheart." he tsks, face amused and mocking you as your body crashes with the way your orgasm ebbs away again. "you think i don't know when you're gonna cum, baby? i've felt you cum around me thousands of times."

"i know." you cry, eyes screwed shut, fat tears starting to collect at the corners. you're so fucking close and yet so far away, it practically hurts.

"oh, angel, want me to make you cum?" he soothes, false innocence and concern lacing his voice. hand coming up to wipe at your eyes.

"yes."

"then use your words."

"please, jack."

"please what?"

"please make me cum, please, wanna cum so fucking bad."

he doesn't respond, but the quickening of his hips says enough. his thrusts become more forceful, and he's angling himself to hit that spot that he knows drives you insane, pistoning against it hard and fast to the crescendo of your moans despite the burning ache of his leg.

you're practically bewildered underneath him, rendered useless. he can see it in that faraway look in your eyes like you've seen the pearly gates, and the way that your moans have gone silent as he fucks into you still, keeping his perfect pace. letting his balls slap against your ass and moving his thumb down to your puffy clit to rub. it feels so good it makes your whole body jolt.

the view is fucking amazing. tits bouncing up and down with perky nipples that beg to be sucked on, nibbled on with teeth and tongue. pussy wrapped around his cock, leaving behind frothy white cum that drips down your thighs and his. not to mention that look on your face of pure, unadultered pleasure. and maybe, a little bit of pain.

you're falling apart before jack knows it. pussy gushing as you hit your climax, finally, deliciously.

"fuck, baby, you're so fucking good for me." is all jack can say before he pistons into you, now even faster, desperate to reach his own orgasm. still startstruck, impressed, and impossibly horny. "fuck, that's it, sweetheart. that's my girl."

that's all he needs before he's cumming too, closing his eyes and pumping out every seed of his cum into your awaiting, hot pussy. burying himself all the way into you as he spurts out every last bit, wrung out by the tight squeeze of your pussy around him. flopping down unto you when he's done, cock still submerged in your creamy, filled up cunt, juices dripping out if you. both of you laying, panting with exhaustion and post-orgasm bliss, jack peppering sweet kisses on every inch of skin he can see, praising you and your beautiful body.

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And, as an emergency medicine doctor, staying cool and collected at all times is crucial. But it doesn't seem like a possibility for Frank today; not when he's about to see his baby for the first time. He's nervous, scared, excited, feels like he's going to vomit, all at once.

"Daddy can't wait to meet you," he whispers to your belly. You're laying on the sofa, fully dressed but winded by the morning sickness that still plagues you, and the fatigue of being pregnant, and Frank's kneeling by your side. He's talking to the baby like he has been everyday since you told him you were pregnant, rubbing cream into your skin because you like the feeling, even though you aren't very round yet.

"Mommy can't wait either!" you add, still giddy at the word. It feels like yesterday that you and Frank were on your first date.

"And Daddy's gonna make sure that Mommy gets there on time," your husband says, eyes on his watch, realising that you may be cutting it a bit close. "I packed your bag with some snacks, water, juice. Anything you might want, Mama."

"You are a God-send, Frank Langdon."

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You wait for what feels like hours, but is definitely only about 10 minutes, in the waiting room. Twiddling your thumbs and snacking on dry crackers to help with the lingering nausea. Frank sits next to you with a bouncing knee, looking around and people-watching. Hand on your thigh, it's usual spot, comforting.

You practically jump when your name is called, a smile tweaking your lips when you hear 'Langdon' at the end of your name (you're still getting used to it after one year of marriage), and sheepishly walk into the consulting room, hand in hand with your equally frazzled husband. You both black out as the technician introduces themselves and goes through the boring stuff, until the ultrasound wand coated in cold gel is pressed into your barely-showing tummy.

"And... there's baby!" they say, excited, holding the wand to give you a view of a little blob.

You and Frank both sigh in relief. Seeing so many pregnancy complications on the daily made him paranoid, and such reassurance meant a lot to him.

"It's so tiny," you whisper, breathy and tearful as tears prick the corners of your eyes. You don't want to cry in front of the technician, who is quite literally a stranger, but it's so perfect. You and Frank and your baby. "It's a little Beanie."

Frank sniffs, wipes a hand down at his cheek, "Yeah. That's our little Beanie."

You ask the technician to print out five copies of the ultrasound photos. One for the fridge, one for a frame, one for the baby album you've have been putting together, and Frank asks for two. He tucks one into the sleeve of his wallet, and keeps the other one safe so he can stick it up in his locker at work, to remind him of the important things during rough shifts. He shows anyone who will listen at work. Babbles on and on about little 'Beanie' and how excited you and him are. The photo sits right next to a photo of you and him on your wedding day, foreheads pressed against one another, teary-eyed with wide smiles. The two happiest memories of his life, until the day your little Beanie is born.

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Frank normally likes to take his wedding ring off, keep it on a chain tucked into his scrubs, close to his chest where he keeps you and your soon-to-be baby. But when Frank walks into the Emergency Department, and the machines and alarms are instantly blaring, people running around frantically, he tends to forget to take it off and put it away. Especially when he has to jump straight into work as soon as his foot passes the door.

But, with his recent happy news, there's been another piece of jewellery adorning his left hand. A constant reminder of why he works so hard and pushes himself to the limit everyday to become a better doctor; a better person. Working to be the best father and husband he can be. A reminder of his promise of sobriety, and why it's so important for him to follow through. It's plastic, and a little bit ugly, but it brings him an amount of happiness he can't even begin to describe, when he looks down at the five-letter word on his wrist.

But apparently, even though he's been busy all day and hasn't realised that he's still wearing his two favourite pieces of jewellery, a certain two nurses have definitely noticed.

"Do you think he has a daddy kink?" Princess whispers to Perlah at the nurses' station, speaking in Tagalog even though Dana explicitly told the staff not to gossip in other languages.

"I don't know." Perlah shrugs. "Didn't think he would. But you never really know what happens in other people's homes, huh?"

Santos catches on to it quickly, listening and side-eyeing from her chair where she's been charting, or trying to, for half an hour. She already ratted him out for the benzos. What's the harm in letting everyone know about his secret little kink as well?

And then it began. Whispers of "Langdon has a daddy kink" spreading through the halls, between nurses, doctors, staff. Hell, even patients. And even though Frank was swamped all day, it seemed that a certain word was echoing through every hall, following him- 'Daddy'. And he wasn't sure if someone had somehow found out, spread the news before he had a chance to announce it himself, or if he was simply hypersensitive to the word because he was so excited. But he knew something was definitely up when he asked Princess to dispense a med for him from the PDS, and she looked him right in the eye, wiggled her eyebrows, and said,

"Of course, Daddy."

Frank was left utterly confused, stopped in his tracks.

"Any idea what that was all about?" he said to an equally confused Whitaker.

"No idea," he shrugged.

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"It has to be true. I called him 'Daddy', and he was blushing so hard. Went completely red." Princess preaches to her eagerly listening crowd.

"Gross," Santos grumbles, back to her never-ending, constantly growing, pile of charts to do.

"I think it's sweet," Mel just shrugs. "Maybe we should give him some privacy and not gossip about his personal life."

"Sweet?" Whitaker questions, ever the confused bystander.

"I agree with Dr. King." Dana says. "What's Langdon's sex life got to do with you kids anyway?"

"I'd rather not hear 'Langdon' and 'sex' in the same sentence, ever again." Santos pipes up again.

"You and me both, sister."

"Matter of fact," Dana suggests, ever the voice of reason within the emergency department. "Why don't we ask him during the huddle? Set the record straight once and for all."

"What the hell's he supposed to say if he does have a daddy kink?" Javadi questions, a slight hint of fear in her voice.

After that, the night shift rolls in swiftly. Chairs is surprisingly quiet, though no one dares to use the 'Q word', of course, and with all the staff present, charts close to finished for once, and the clock ticking close to 7pm, Robby finally calls for the huddle before the day shift can go home and the night shift can takeover.

He discusses all the important bits, though for once there's no major deaths or mass casualities to report on. No downtime issues to handover. And the day shift doesn't have to work overtime. He wishes luck to the night shift, hopes it will all go smoothly for them.

"Make sure not to leave a mess for the morning," he jokes, but also prays that they won't.

And just as everyone's about to pack up and leave, Dana clears her throat.

"Why don't we address the elephant in the room?" she says. Princess and Perlah simply side-eye her. Unwilling to admit their part in the rumour mill, but also incredibly curious. "Langdon. What's up with your bracelet?"

Frank finally looks down and notices the shiny gold ring, still on his finger, and the colourful beads around his wrist. It brings a smile to his face immediately, the reminder of his beautiful wife at home and the baby growing in her belly. Little baby Langdon. He rubs his thumb across the letters of his new title, warmth spreading across his chest as he fights down the happy tears that want to fall so badly. Just at the thought of the two greatest loves of his life.

He questions whether he's ready to tell everyone. You're only four weeks along, and a lot could go wrong still. He doesn't want to admit that, say it out loud, but he's an emergency medicine doctor, for Christ's sake. He's seen a thousand complications, a million different ways it could all go awry.

He was planning to announce it after the first scan, when you were both more sure. But he's been caught, teary-eyed and staring at his wrist, and, looking out on the people who have become a sort-of family, he feels safe enough to let them in on his little secret- no matter how tender and fragile it all still feels.

"Well," he breathes, a hand rubbing at his heart, willing it to calm down. "(Y/N) and I are having a baby."

The room erupts into cheers. Hands clap Frank's shoulder in congratulations. Robby hugs him for the first time in a long time, genuine happiness bubbling up in his throat for the kid who was once his mentee. Despite the rift still existing between them. Mel's jumping up and down with excitement, spouting off names she likes for a baby boy and a baby girl. Hell, even Santos manages a smile and a congratulations, despite their strained relationship.

It's a rare, yet wonderful sight to see- the emergency department in a state of joyous ruckus and chaos, for once. And it's overwhelming for Frank how many people care; how many people are genuinely happy for you and him and your growing family. He has to breathe through the lump building in his throat and blink away tears.

When the chatter has died down, and people have started to go home, Dana gives Frank a big hug. The charge nurse has always given him so much comfort in every gesture, especially in his darkest moments. And now, in one of his happiest. She takes his hand in hers, and looks into his eyes, voice low and tender.

"You're gonna make a great dad, kid." she smiles, proudly. Frank thinks his heart's going to explode. "You're gonna have such a beautiful family."

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