#whittaker

Summary: Your roommate perved on you and you had to punish him. (Smut warning)

Things to watch for: Medical inaccuracy, Pervy!Whitaker, female reader, female masturbation, slight grinding, sexual language, pervy!robby, dom reader, sub Whitaker, cumming untouched, cam girl reader, aftercare, unprotected sex, p in v, sub!Robby, Dom!abbot

I want to preface this with the fact that I have never wrote fic before so I’m going to need feedback. I have also set this up to be multiple parts. Just let me know if that something that you’d like.

You’re 3 hours into your 12 hour shift, and the ED is already tired of the tension. Every trauma is a mess, with your irritation, and Whitaker’s inability to look you in the eye for more than half a second. Everytime he makes eye contact he shutters and moves to focus back on the patient, and when you finish the case, he runs off before you can grab him to talk. You aren’t sure where the sudden fear of you came from but it is more than pissing you off. The patient you are working on that is conscious and alert is the only reason that you aren’t giving him an earful right now.

As you finish up with prepping the patient for the move to the OR, he runs off again. Just as you are about to take off after him to end this nonsense, Robby grabs you by the shoulder and says “Come talk to me”. You know that you both have been difficult to work with today, but you were really hoping to avoid a lecture from your chief.

As you make your way into the empty break room all you can feel is a sense of dread. Your favorite roommate ever is suddenly terrified of you, your so pissed off that you can’t focus on patients, and the man that is in charge of your favorite aspect of life has taken notice of your short comings. The worst part of the situation is that you don’t even know why it’s happening. You like to believe that you are a pretty decent roommate. You stay quiet at night, you keep your space clean, you make those stupid cookies that he likes when he has had a shitty week. You even manage to resist rearranging your room at 3 in the morning when you feel like your life is out of control.

As you sit down Robby begins to talk “What the hell is up with you today? You have snapped at half the staff, your patients are all complaining about you, and you have made so many mistakes that I’m ready to send you home? Is that what you need? To go home?”

You stare at your hands not sure what to say. You want to tell him that the man that lives with you is upset and you don’t know why, but you don’t want to tell him why it has messed with you so much that Dennis is angry. You know that you have to say something, and that he may have a better perspective so you tell him. “Whitaker is upset with me and I’m not sure why. I’m sorry. This seems so childish now that I’m saying it out loud. I just want him to talk to me rather than avoid the issue”

“Is that seriously what’s wrong with you?!” You don’t even have to hear the words to know that he’s pissed. The look on his face and the way that his neck has turned bright red is indication enough. “You’re mad because your little crush won’t talk to you?! Jesus fucking Christ! Maybe you do need to go home!” You know that you aren’t the best actor but you hoped that you made your admiration for your roommate less obvious than you clearly had. “ No! I don’t need to go home, I’ll fix it! I’ll apologize to my patients and I’ll focus only on them! I will leave my shit here and forget about Whitaker.”

“ You had fucking better! If this isn’t resolved by the end of the next case, you’re out! You hear me!” “Yes sir”

On your way back to the central desk you can’t help but hang your head. You had worked so hard to get through med school, and here you are fucking it up, all for a boy. You know better than this.

You have been charting while waiting to be pulled into the next case when you notice Robby talking to Whitaker. Much calmer than he had just been talking to you. Asshole. Just as you’re thinking that your roomie deserves to get yelled at as much as you do, they both look over at you. You shoot your head back to your computer and wonder if they could possibly be mind readers. No. Surely not both of them right? You look up again to test the theory when you notice Robby waiving you over, Dennis practically shaking with fear.

You make it to your attending and roommate, only looking at Robby as proof of your promise to forget the situation. “You both need to sort your shit out right now. This department is too understaffed to not have both of you running at full capacity. You have 15 minutes. Go.” You both nod at your chief looking like little kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

You look at your roommate and the anger all comes flooding back in. Huffing, you grab his wrist and drag him into the on-call room. As you reach the room you practically throw him into it. You slam the door shut and stare at him. He can see how pissed off you are, nostrils flaring, and he knows he’s really done it this time.

“Why have you been avoiding me?! Did I do something?! I haven’t been able to talk to you all day because you keep running away?!” You say more exasperated than angry.

“I- I walked in on something the other day that I didn’t mean to, and I’ve felt really bad. I wasn’t sure how to bring it up without sounding like a creep, so I’ve just been walking away. I’m really sorry.” He started his reply by standing still looking at you, but by the end he was pacing around the small room.

You grab him by the arm as you begin to question “You walked in on something? What?” You do a lot of embarrassing shit in your room, like that time that trinity walked in on you wearing bald cap pretending to be megamind while wearing nothing but a baby tee and a very lacy thong. You have both sworn a quiet vow to never talk about that day. You’re racking your brain to figure out what he could have possibly seen.

He tries to pull away from your grasp and walk towards the door. He’s strong, but luckily today it has nothing on your anger strength. You manage to push him onto the little cot in the room, when he tries to get up again you aren’t sure what to do. Thinking quickly(or maybe you weren’t really thinking at all) you jump into his lap, legs on both sides of his thighs and arms reaching to pin his arms. His eyes are wide. The most contact that you two had so far was when he hugged you the day after pitt fest, and that was really because you were an exhausted sobbing mess.

“What did you see Dennis? It couldn’t have been that bad.” After the trinity incident you tried to keep your strange habits to when nobody was home.

“I saw you… touching yourself.” He seemed pretty shameful to have seen you such a way. You had to remember that this boy was from a small religious town where the idea of masturbation was considered sinful.

“That is what you have been so upset about?! I’m sorry that I didn’t lock my door, but that’s really nothing to be so upset about. Mistakes happen.” You would have been embarrassed, but you were pretty secure in yourself having done some cam girl work to help pay for med school. people seeing you masturbate was nothing new to you.

“No. I stood there and… watched. I saw how beautiful you looked while you used your vibrator, and I just couldn’t look away. I watched the whole thing” he couldn’t look you in the face anymore blushing a heavy hue of red. It was so goddam cute on him. You had imagined how shy he would be in bed while you had your hand in your pants multiple times. It was never as good as this was.

“You watched?” You practically purred. You hadn’t expected to be so turned on by your roommate being a perv. “Did you enjoy yourself?” He seemed shocked but nodded pathetically. “Did you touch yourself?” You did not think a human being could be so bright red. He turned his head, digging into the sheets of the cot that you had him pinned on, trying to disappear into it. “Answer me puppy.” He simply nodded again. “Tell me how.” His eyes went wide like nobody had ever asked him to explain something before. “Tell me.”

“I started off just watching, but as you stared to feel more, moan more, I couldn’t help myself.” At this point he was stiff as a rock beneath you, it didn’t help that you were slightly grinding down on him, not hearing the shut behind you. “Tell me how you touched yourself” “ I- I stared over my sweatpants, just palming. I felt too ashamed to actually pull myself out. After your first orgasm I couldn’t stop myself. I pulled my pants to my thighs and I started to jerk myself off. By the time you got to your second orgasm, I was so close. I even imagined that I heard you say my name. It pushed me over the edge.” What he didn’t know was that you did say his name. “Holy fuck that’s hot. Did you cum on your hand or somewhere else?” “Some was on my hand, but most of it got on your door.”

At this point you were ready to just fuck him where you were, but Robby said you only had 15 minutes, and the things you were going to do to this farm boy would take much much longer.

“You did such a good job telling me, Thank you. We need to get back to work but we’ll talk more tonight. Please quit avoiding me, I promise that I’m not mad.” He nodded at you once again. You both stood from the cot and began to make your way back into the fray of the ED.

As you were about to pick up a case to work on Robby came over. “Did you sort it out?” Your chief seemed out of breath and slightly red. You attributed this to him having to run around more with two of his residents being gone. “Yeah, we came to an understanding. We’re going to talk more when we get home. We shouldn’t have anymore problems tonight. Sorry for being a pain in the ass.” He shrugged a little and wondered off in typical Robby fashion.

At the end of your shift you grabbed all of your stuff and waited for Dennis. You carpooled to work considering the boy doesn’t have a car even though he had decided to walk that morning. You waited at the desk when you noticed Abbot staring at the side of your head. Feeling comfortable with the man but still thrown off you asked “What?” “Nothing” bruh. “Not nothing. What?” “Robby said that you and boy toy were arguing. It’s unusual for you.” “He’s not a boy toy, he’s my roommate-“ “who you like” “shut up. And we’re not arguing, just weren’t talking and we’ve sorted it” “mhm” The only way you can make it through a conversation with this man includes multiple eye rolls, as you are demonstrating now.

When you finally make it home Dennis is staring at you. You know he’s nervous about this talk but you want to take care of him before you get started. You make the both of you some dinner, making sure to fill up his biggest water bottle. After you finish dinner you move to the living room. There is a moment of silence between the two of you. You thinking of how you want to start, him preparing for what you are going to say.

“You don’t need to be so worried about this talk. It’s fine to me that you watched, but I need to know. Did you watch just because I was masturbating, or was it something more?”

He was already too embarrassed to be shy by this point.

“I watched because I’ve fantasized about being the one to make you feel like that. I’ve had a crush on you since the day that you took care of me after that combative patient. I realized that I like that it was you that helped me.”

This made you extremely happy. Knowing that not only did he find you sexy enough to fantasize about, but that he also feels for you the same way you feel about him.

“That’s good to hear. I’m glad that you enjoyed watching, but now you know that I have to punish you right?” You had realized your want to be a dom in college when you were hooking up with an older girl that was a sub. She taught you a lot about what it meant, but you had also looked at online forums to learn more. You hadn’t had many subs after her, just enough to learn about what you liked and how they needed to be cared for. You were sure Dennis was going to be different than the subs you had before as none are the same, but you were excited to learn him mind, body, and soul.

“Punished?” “You were a bad boy, watching me without permission. It can’t happen again so we need to correct it now. Don’t worry your pretty little head too much, I’ll go easy on you.”

You grab his arm and his water pulling him to your room. Dropping his water off on your nightstand you turn telling him to strip. After all his clothes have been removed, you grab him by his jaw pulling him into a heated kiss. He whimpered into your mouth wanting friction on his cock. You pushed him into the bed. Him staring up at you with his pretty doe eyes.

“Since you like to watch like a nasty little boy, that’s what you’ll do tonight. You’re going to sit there and watch mommy enjoy herself, and if you dare touch yourself I will tie your hands behind your back. Understood?” He nodded up at you. “Words” “Yes ma’am” “Good boy” His hips jumped at that. How cute. “Sit back against the headboard, get comfy.”

You watched as he settled between your pillows with his back to your headboard. You weren’t sure about having a random chair facing your bed. Felt too much like a cuck chair, but god were you thankful for it now.

Stripping your own clothes off, you settled in the chair. Normally if your were going to masturbate you’d grab your toys, but today you were going DJ mode, wanting it to take as long as possible. Just to torture your puppy.

You started at your mouth, slipping your fingers into it, getting them nice and wet. After they had been properly soaked you begin to play with your hard nipples. Pinching them, rolling them, circling them. You stared at the boy on your bed, who jaw was slightly dropped, and moved your hand lower. You ran your hand over your stomach to your hip bone, drawing attention to the cute little butterfly tattoo that laid across your skin, and down to where you had been aching to reach.

You dipped your fingers into yourself to collect some moisture, but the pressure was so heavenly, knowing that the boy that who had turned you on so much was watching so intently.

As you moved your fingers up to your clit, you begin to make heavy eye contact with Dennis. Mesmerized with what you were doing, he hadn’t realized that he had such a tight grip on your pillows that his hands would be sore the next day.

Applying the pressure that you were so desperate for you begin to moan. Softly at first, but after seeing its effect on your puppy, you got much louder.

Most times just your hands weren’t enough to get you off but knowing he was watching made you acutely aware of how your own hands felt. It helped that you were imagining them as his hands.

You begin to feel that familiar feeling on needing something in you. You had always really enjoyed cumming around something rather than being empty. As you move your other hand to stick in a finger you begin to notice your puppies cock twitching. You had never been with a man so reactive. Not even having to touch him to get him off.

You had buried two of your fingers in yourself when that coil in your stomach got so tight that it began to snap. Moaning Dennis’s name , he began to moan for you, cock still jumping. Hearing him get off without even a touch was your undoing, cumming all over your fingers, and watching him cum onto his stomach.

Taking deep breaths you pulled your fingers out and walked to the bed. You straddled his thighs being sure to avoid his dick, not wanting to overstimulate him. You put your fingers up to his mouth and instructed “Open” Taking your fingers into his mouth, he licked them clean, moaning at the taste of you.

After he had cleaned your hands you moved down and begin to lick up all of the cum that had landed on his stomach. God he was still moaning, and you were still so turned on. You then moved up and gave him a deep kiss. Not as heated as the one before, but more loving. “Are you ok?” “Yes ma’am” “Do you need some water?” “No, I’m ok” “You done for tonight, or do you want some more?” “more please” Despite having just come he was still hard, and was begging for more from you.

You would have been happy with ending it there for the night, but were elated that he wanted more as much as you did. You softly grabbed him, giving him a few slow strokes before you began to hover over him lining him up with your still dripping hole.

You hadn’t realized how big he was just looking at him, but as you began to sink into him you felt a stretch you weren’t prepared for. To distract yourself from the discomfort you leaned in for a kiss, both of you moaning as you began to grind your hips. Bouncing you began to feel unsteady and almost fell over. You hadn’t realized but he had been waiting for you to give him permission to touch you. What a good fucking boy. “Dennis- fuck- touch me please”

After gaining permission his hands went straight for your tits, playing with your nipples, and squeezing them gently. His hands then moved to your hips, stabilizing you, and helping you set a rhythm.

You were sure that you would get a noise complaint with how loud the two of you were. The apartment certainly not big enough for his pornographic moans.

You begin to feel that coil start to wind again. “Dennis, baby I’m about to cum. God you feel so good in me.” Your sweet puppy could even speak words anymore, just loud moans.

He was still coherent enough to move his hand down, thumb rubbing your clit in tight circles . It wasn’t much longer before your cunt began to spasm, feeling much better wrapped around his thick cock, than your measly fingers. Your walls squeezing him launched his own orgasm.

Burying his head in your neck and biting the curve to your shoulder you felt hot ropes of cum coat you. Thank the lord for your copper IUD.

Staying connected you wrapped your arms around his back playing with the ends of his hair, working him down from his orgasm. You felt him pull back to look up at you. “You still doing ok?” All the poor thing could do was nod.

You handed him his water that you had brought in and told him to finish all of it. After he was done you slowly slid off of him, both groaning at the overstimulation. You pulled him to the edge of the bed.

“Come on, we need to shower, we forgot to after work.” “I’m not sure my legs work yet.”

You were sure two orgasms would do that to a man, but you both still needed to clean up. “Come on jelly legs, I’ll help you.” You wrapped your arms around his slutty little waist and helped him hobble to the bathroom, but you really weren’t much better. You sat him on the toilet as you got the water going.

“Do you understand why I had to punish you?” “Yes ma’am” “Did you enjoy it?” “Yes ma’am” God this boy was going to be the end of you.

Standing under the hot water you began to wash him. Cleaning and conditioning his hair before moving to gently wash his body. Feeling better he began to return the gesture.

Wiping his hand over your shoulders, he ran over the spot he had bit into you earlier, causing you to hiss. He hadn’t realized that he had even put his mouth on you, but you had a big set of teeth marks to prove he had. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you!” “Baby it’s fine, I liked it” “oh”

When your shower was done you towel dried the both of you off and got dressed in the pajamas that you would wear for the night. Before going to bed you stopped by the kitchen to fill Dennis’s water back up and grab to protein bars. You moved into his room not wanting to sleep in your cuddle puddle. You made sure that he ate one of the protein bars and had some more water, not wanting him to get thirsty or hungry in the night. Laying down with your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you, you talked about sweet nothings.

Until he asked. “What does this mean for us?” “Oh puppy, you’re mine” Your possessiveness jumped out before you could think about what to say to him. You decided that a claim wasn’t adequate enough for the boy who was so kind. “Dennis, I love you” “I love you too mommy” Yep, that boy was going to be the end of you.

The next day at work you walked in together and you had done every day before your fight.

You were finishing handover with Ellis when Robby caught you again. You had talked too much to him in the last couple of days.

“Are you two going to be able to work together now?” “Yes sir, we’re all good.” You started walking away thinking your conversation was over when he said.

“You know what I walked in on was an HR violation.” What? “What do you mean?” “In the on call room. Grinding on Whitaker, while talking about masturbating. It violates the HR rules”

God you had just taken care of your puppy watching you when he wasn’t supposed to, and now you had someone else doing it. You really needed to learn to lock doors.

“Are you going to report me?” You didn’t even bother mentioning Dennis as you knew he would never report his star resident. “No.” No? That was it? Not even a don’t do it again?

But I think I might start doing it now, as a small political gesture against the disproportionate space he occupies in the show.

It’s unfortunate, because neither the character nor Gerran Howell are bad, and I genuinely like his relationship with Santos.

But in the end, he really didn’t need to be put so far forward for a storyline that delivers NOTHING.

Sorry, Whittaker, you’ll have to take your complaints to the producers and to your fan accounts.