#zeppeli

You pushed against his broad chest with your palm, letting out a soft laugh.

“I don’t have time for you right now. I’ve got a whole shift ahead, patients waiting, tests running late…”

“And what am I?” he countered, raising an eyebrow “A well-deserved break, isn’t it?”

“A distraction” you corrected, slipping out from under his arm quickly, straightening your own clothes “And I can’t afford that luxury right now.”

Gyro let out a low laugh, following your steps toward the door like a large, persistent dog.

“Okay, but taking five minutes to get distracted with me won’t kill anyone, right?”

You rolled your eyes, opening the door and stepping into the hallway lit by the hospital’s cold fluorescent lights.

“Maybe in your world. In mine, any delay turns into chaos.”

He walked beside you, his heavy boots thudding with each step.

“You know, you look even more beautiful when you try to be too serious.”

“Stop it, Gyro” you said firmly, but the slight curve of a smile betrayed the effect he had on you.

And right at that moment, distracted by his teasing, you turned the corner too quickly. A nurse carrying a steaming cup of coffee came toward you.

Bam!

The collision was inevitable.

“Ahh!” you yelped, feeling the coffee splash onto your blouse.

The other nurse’s eyes went wide, his face draining of color.

“Oh man, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you coming… shit!”

“Hey, watch it!” Gyro stepped in, putting himself between you and him. One of his strong hands gripped your arm almost anxiously, while the other moved the half-full cup out of the way.

“You okay? Did it burn? Lemme see.”

“Relax.” You drew a slow breath, gently moving his hand aside to adjust the damp fabric “I’ve got two shirts on. The coffee didn’t even reach my skin.”

Gyro frowned, clearly unconvinced. His fingers brushed lightly against the hem of your shirt, as if checking for himself. The other nurse kept stammering apologies in the background.

“It’s fine” you said softly, forcing a polite smile.

“Really, it’s okay. I just… lost the outfit I was planning to wear tomorrow.”

Gyro stayed quiet for a beat, analyzing the scene a little too thoroughly. The hallway bustled around you, people passing back and forth, but he seemed completely oblivious, focused solely on you.

Then a slow smirk spread across his lips, that familiar glint of mischief lighting up his eyes “I think I know something you could wear.”

You arched an eyebrow, skeptical “Oh really?”

“Mhm.” He tilted his head, pretending to be thoughtful, still smirking “But you’ll have to get here early tomorrow. Really early.”

You narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms, though your curiosity betrayed you “You sure this isn’t just one of your tricks?”

Zeppeli’s lazy smile didn’t falter, no rush to explain “Depends… do you trust me?”

Your gaze sharpened, sensing the subtle challenge in his tone “After everything, you still ask me that?”

He shrugged casually “How many times have I gotten you into trouble, huh?”

You exhaled, glancing down both ends of the hallway to make sure no one was close enough to overhear. Then you leaned in slightly, whispering with a small, restrained smile “I can think of plenty of times I almost got in trouble because of you!”

Gyro raised an eyebrow, lowering his own voice. “As far as I know… almost getting in trouble doesn’t count as actually getting in trouble.”

He stepped closer, narrowing the distance, the warmth of his body contrasting with the cool hallway. His face drew near to your ear, his voice dropping to a playful whisper “Trust me… I’ll bring a new scrub for you.”

The words lingered, leaving a teasing heat that spread through you.

He stepped back, glancing at his watch “I’m leaving early today… good work!” he said warmly.

You blinked, unsure whether to laugh or sigh, as he moved a few steps back, scanning the hallway with his usual blend of charm and ease.

Then, with a mischievous but controlled smile, he added,

“Oh, and you can use a white shirt I’ve got in my locker. You know the code.” He punctuated it with a wink.

The next morning, the alarm went off early, and you opened your eyes, still half-asleep.

Out of habit — a bad habit — the first thing you did before even sitting down was check your phone. Messages left by Gyro in your dm:

“Morning bby!” 4:31 a.m.

“Are you up already?” 4:31 a.m.

“Don’t be late.” 4:33 a.m.

“❤️” 4:33 a.m.

“So early…” you mumbled, burying your face into the fluffy pillow before forcing yourself to wake up.

When you walked through the door of his office, you found him leaning casually against the examination table, spinning his steel ball in the palm of his hand. His eyes immediately turned to you, and a warm smile spread across his face.

“Good morning!” he greeted, walking toward you “Right on time, hmm?”

But your eyes caught something curious — a white box sealed with a red satin ribbon that he was holding in his hand.

“What’s that?” you asked, pointing at the box.

He smirked. “Oh? Right, your uniform, babe.”

He gently handed it to you.

You took it, still looking puzzled. How sweet of him — keeping your scrub in a box and even tying it up with a ribbon...

Slowly, you undid the bow, lifted the lid — and your eyes nearly popped out of your head.

Inside, neatly folded, was a latex outfit: an erotic nurse costume, a dress barely long enough to cover mid-thigh, with a zipper running from the collar all the way down to the hem. It came with a headband adorned with a red cross, white stockings, and a pair of panties that could barely be called fabric — they covered practically nothing.

“How- how am I supposed to work in this?!” you exclaimed, holding the piece up with both hands in disbelief. “You idiot! Pervert!”

He crossed his arms, unbothered by your insults, only smiling — that mischievous, teasing smile that always seemed to challenge you.

“So that’s why you left early yesterday?!” you went on, pointing a finger at him, furious and still trying to process the sight of the uniform.

Gyro tilted his head, kept smiling, and took a calm step closer — as if he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Oh, come on. You’ll look stunning,” his eyes narrowed just imagining it “The latex clinging to your skin, all shiny and tight… Ughh.” He bit his bottom lip.

A shiver ran down your spine — a pleasant one — but you crossed your arms stubbornly, still holding the outfit as if it were a shield.

“I’m not wearing this, Caesar!” you snapped, disbelief written all over your face. “You’ve lost your mind!”

He circled around you, stopping behind your back, his tone playful, head tilted just slightly “You're right, I'm completely insane for you.”

His lips brushed close to your ear “You’re gonna love it.”

You rolled your eyes, but the blush creeping up your neck betrayed you “L-love it? I’m supposed to work in this?! You’re out of your damn mind!”

Calmly, he reached for a strand of your hair, twirling it around his fingers “Darling, I brought the clothes I promised, they’re in my bag. No one’s gonna see you in this latex outfit… it’ll just be between us.”

Your gaze dropped, your voice softening “Just between us?” you repeated, sighing, half tempted, half convinced.

“Mhmm.” His lips brushed your ear again, then trailed along your jaw, down your neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of heat across your skin “You don’t have to fight it… it’s just you and me. And that uniform.”

He chuckled against your ear “You really don’t wanna give me the pleasure of seeing you in that sexy nurse costume?”

You tried.

You really tried.

But you ended up falling for that dirty blond’s charm anyway.

The cold hospital air brushed against your exposed skin, what little of it the latex dress managed to cover. The glossy fabric hugged your breasts, cinched your waist, and barely stretched enough to cover your ass.

The stockings clung tightly to your thighs, the sheer fabric adding an extra touch of temptation. And on top of your head, the little red-cross headpiece gleamed, adding a cute contrast to the otherwise sinful outfit.

“Happy now?” you crossed your arms, feigning boredom, barely able to move in the tight costume.

Gyro’s face flushed a deep red as his eyes trailed over you, half-lidded, as if he were staring at something blindingly beautiful. He bit down on his bottom lip.

“You look so fucking gorgeous” he breathed. His fingers reached for one of your stockings, tugging the band and letting it snap softly against your thigh.

“Ah- ” you hissed, biting your lip before smacking his hand away.

“Turn around for me.”

You gave him a playful smile and spun slowly, the latex creaking faintly with your movements. But before you could finish the turn, Gyro’s hand landed on your ass with a sharp smack!

He presses you against the wall, pinning you there as he grinds the hard bulge right in the middle of your ass.

“Can you feel it?” he whispers in your ear, breath warm and uneven “I’ve been like this since I woke up, just imagining you wearing that. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

He rocks his hips from side to side, sliding his cock length along your ass, the heavy bulge straining against the pants and making you even wet with every move.

“I think I honored you about three times last night… right after I bought the costume” he confessed, voice rough with amusement “Couldn’t stop thinking about my naughty nurse.” He sighed, then added with a low chuckle “And somehow, you still managed to look even better than I imagined.”

Another smack landed on the same spot, the heat blooming across your skin.

“Mhh… what if I make you wait a little longer?” you teased, a sly smile curling on your lips while your cheek pressed against the wall.

“Oh… how can you be so cruel?” he murmured, brushing his nose along the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “Trying to torture me like this… Nurses are supposed to be sweet, you know?”

You let out a soft laugh, muffled against the wall. “Sweet?” your tone was honeyed, laced with mockery. “I am sweet to my patients. But are you sure you deserve that kind of treatment?”

“I’ll be a good patient” Gyro whispered, burying his face in your hair.

Your hips swayed in a slow, almost imperceptible motion, just enough to tease him. “Guess you’ll have to convince me then” you murmured, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you felt his breath hitch behind you.

“God” he breathed, nearly trembling, “You’re a fucking mirage.”

His body leaned forward, tracing down your back in one smooth motion. “My head’s spinning…”

His hands slid down from your waist to your hips, tugging you backward until your thighs brushed against the cool metal of the examination table.

He took advantage of the soft impact to turn you around, pressing your upper body forward until it met the stiff leather surface. Your legs remained grounded, but your body surrendered, melting against the cold touch beneath you.

Then he sank to his knees behind you “Lemme taste you.”

One of his hands lifted the hem of your dress up to your stomach, letting the chill of the air kiss your now-exposed skin.

Gyro buries his warm face between the soft curves of your ass, his large and soft hands squeezing your thighs.

He rubs his face in slow circles, until one finger slides that thin white panty aside, and he tastes you with his tongue.

“Ahh… Hmmm…” soft, needy murmurs escape your lips as he goes deeper, devouring you, making you arch against him.

Clink!

A clink of metal hits the floor, Gyro’s belt buckle. He pulls his pants down and starts stroking himself, spreading the slick pre from the tip to the base, the wet, filthy sound mixing with his low murmurs of satisfaction between your legs.

When the movements were faster and more precise on his cock, he gasped against her pussy and left needy licks, and when his hand made slower movements on the tip, he bit or sucked you harder.

A few minutes later, before getting up, he takes a slow, slurred bite on one of your ass cheeks, without taking his hands off you.

His cock finds the entrance of your cunt, pushing in slowly, been squeezing between your soft walls. Your whimpers grow louder, and he reaches out, covering your mouth and pulling your body closer to his.

Gyro starts to thrust, all those inches filling and taking you “Shh... silence in the hospital” he whispers against your ear.

His free hand reaches the collar of your mini dress, pulling the zipper all the way down, to your thighs.

Without realizing, you were already fucking on the floor like two damn animals.

One of your legs was resting on his shoulder. The air conditioning didn’t seem to have any effect on either of you anymore.

Pressed against your clit, a steel ball working like a vibrator. An idea born and perfectly executed by Zeppeli himself, which only made everything hotter.

Gyro was even sweatier now, and didn’t even bother hiding the wet slaps of your skins meeting. He was hungry, the only thought in his mind was how good it felt to eat your pretty pussy, and how he wanted it more and more.

Probably one of the best fucks you've ever had.

Damn, he’s thrusting into you with so much strength and hunger. His eyes half-shut, rolling from time to time, while you try to muffle the pleas escaping your throat — the ones that call his name in pure desperation.

Clack, Clack, Clack, Clack.

Suddenly, some distant footsteps start to echo in the direction of the room where you are.

Gyro seemed to wake up from his earlier state of pure ecstasy, his eyes widening “F-fuck! My dad!” His melted expression turned to panic before he recognized the footsteps of his own father.

Your entire body froze upon hearing the desperation in his voice. “…?! What now?”

Gyro pulled out of you, grumbling, totally against the idea of stopping. Hard, dripping pre and reddened by the blood flowing there “Put your clothes on!” he whispered urgently while trying to pull up his own pants as fast as he could.

“I-I’m trying!” You try to close the minidress — the closest piece of clothing to you — but struggle to fit the zipper.

With hair messy, Gyro brings together the two front edges of the dress and pulls up the zipper easily, while your hands reach for his blonde hair, fixing it and making him look more presentable.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and all you could do was think about what you were going to say and pray you wouldn’t get fired on the spot.

Fwoosh!

In front of you now stood Papa Zeppeli, who had simply opened the door without knocking.

You and Gyro were standing side by side, a few steps apart. Both of you were flushed, breathing unevenly, your bodies still hot.

Your cunt was still throbbing and dripping, your clit still tingling from the movements of the Steel Ball and reacting to the lingering sensation. Your hands were fidgeting in front of your body as Gyro’s father judged you, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. Girl, you’re cooked.

Now, Papa Zeppeli turned to his son, displeased.

“Julius Caesar Zeppeli…” he sighed. “Care to explain what this is? Why one of our nurses is dressed in such a… peculiar way?” His eyes ran over your outfit again.

“Dad! I was just helping her.” Gyro said with a nervous grin, adjusting the headband that had gone crooked on your head. “She didn’t have proper clothes to come to work, so I decided to lend her a hand.”

His father let out a sound — too serious to be a laugh — short and ironic. “We’ll talk in my office.” He left the room, shutting the door with a sharp click.

“I hate you, Caesar” you shot Gyro a deadly, desperate look, your face and ears burning as you tried to find a hole to crawl into.

He tried not to laugh but couldn’t help it, and the tension in the air broke.

“Hey, bella” he said, stepping closer and taking your hand, “I’m not gonna let you face any consequences.”

Gyro lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to it without breaking eye contact “Don’t worry about your job. I’ll make sure you keep working here…” His eyes dropped to your outfit, a crooked grin spreading across his face “So we can finish what we started.”

You give him a sideways glance “You're such a nasty, Gyro.”

He smirks “Just for you~”

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