Doctor Gerard x Nurse reader
Medic play, knife play, blood play, slight necrophilia (?), mention of a dead body, choking, non consensual (almost completely), abuse of power in the workplace, Gerard is insane (!)
This is the most dead dove fic Iโve ever written. Be warned, have fun, and let me know what you thinkโค๏ธ
You just started your new job at your town's hospital. Finishing your studies to become a nurse, and starting your internship at the trauma section. Blunt and penetrating injuries.
Each surgeon received 5 interns to work with. You were under the responsibility of Doctor Way. He was the most experienced doctor the section had, and the highest graded interns got to study under him.
Lucky for you, you were chosen.
Your first day at the internship, you arrived at the hospital, slipping into your blue robe, tying it behind your back, around your waist. Smiling to yourself as you looked at the mirror, you thought about how excited you were about this. Giving yourself one last glance, making sure you looked presentable and professional enough, and you were ready to go.
Leaving the small room you and the rest of the nurses got in order to change in, you tucked your hair behind your ears and headed towards the surgery you had to witness this morning, taking notes, and handing the surgeon his tools with direct instructions from the head nurse.
Washing your hands properly, you made sure you were clean enough for the sterilized room, and stepped in.
Doctor Way was there. white robe covering his broad torso, hair slicked back, blue mask covering the lower part of his face. He slipped into a pair of blue gloves, stretching them on his fingers, clenching and unclenching his fist to make sure they fit just right. Your eyes glued to the way he moved, and you had to clear your throat to notify yourself, and the rest, that you were there.
He turned his head towards you, his eyes squinting from the smile his mask hid. โAh! y/n. Welcome, dear. You were assigned for me today, right?โ
You nodded with a smile, putting gloves on as well before stepping towards him, your eyes scanning the anesthetized person on the operating table.
You took a small notebook out of your pocket, along with a pen, and looked at Doctor Way, ready to drink up anything he had to offer.
He rolled his neck, getting ready to start. Grabbing a scalpel, he ordered the other nurse to fix the light for him, giving you a quick look before he started to cut into the manโs arm.
โ38, male.โ He spoke, voice low and monotone as he cut a long, deep stripe- reaching all the way to the manโs bone.
โBroken elbow. A shattered elbow, to be exact.โ He huffed out a laugh, before clearing his throat, his gaze lifting to you for a moment, catching your eyes. You couldnโt help but blush, your eyes drifting back down to your notebook, writing down whatever it was he said as the background for the surgery.
Plates, nails, drilling. A few hours have passed, and Doctor Way was finally done, stitching the wound up. A few claps were heard from around the room, causing him to smile and bow, blood splattered on his mask, and the bare upper part of his face, a beautiful contrast on his pale skin.
โAnother bike rider for the list. thatโs how we make our money here, y/n.โ He smiled to you, removing his mask before stepping away from the table, removing his gloves as well. You huffed out a laugh, your gaze dropping to his now bare hands. You couldnโt help but notice how his veins popped under the white light, causing heat to travel up your face. Doctor Way noticed. Of course he did. Doctors had to notice everything, right?
It was a long day of writing down the operation you just witnessed, step by step. Doctor Way instructed you to do so, and who were you to think twice of it? You yawned, covering your mouth with your hand before rubbing your eyes. You checked the time. 9pm. Sighing to yourself, you stood up, noticing you were the only one left yet again. You closed your notebook and stepped to the small fridge, opening it to grab a bottle of water.
โdidnโt expect to see you here, y/n.โ
Doctor Way. His voice made you jump, clutching the bottle to your chest as you let out a short chuckle, turning towards him with a smile.
โdidnโt expect it either, Doctor Way.โ You offered him a smile in return, opening the bottle and taking a small sip.
He smiled at you, humming. He took a step closer to the counter, placing his big hand on your waist for a moment, in order to move you aside. โExcuse me..โ he spoke, barely above a whisper, as he grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a glass. Putting those on the table, he poured some of the golden liquid for himself. โWere you assigned the night shift today, y/n?โ You didnโt stop watching him. Only realizing that when he started talking again. You bit your inner cheek, the way your name rolled off his tongue made a shiver climb up your spine. You werenโt sure why. โNo, Doctor Way. Just studied too much.โ He laughed at that, taking a sip of his whiskey as he shook his head. โTheres no such a thing as studying too much.โ He grabbed your notebook, opening it, his eyes squinted as his gaze scanned your organized handwriting, markers and small notes. He smiled, or just squinted his lips a little, seeming impressed.
โYouโre a good nurse, y/n.โ He flipped the page, his long fingers holding the papers down as he took another sip, letting the liquid swish around in his mouth before swallowing it. โNurse to be, sir.โ You corrected him with a soft smile, causing his gaze to snap back at you. He chuckled, but it was short, sinister. โAh, yes. Nurse to be.โ He let the phrase roll around in his brain. You were so young. Inexperienced. His smile grew as he put the glass down with a loud noise, stepping towards you. โI admire your dedication, y/n. Trulyโฆ I donโt see enough of it around here. No one truly gets the art of putting pieces of the human body back together. The way a needle can cut through not only fabric, but skin. Actual human skin, in order to connect it back like god intended.โ Doctor Way stopped talking for a moment, in order to take another long, big sip. Letting out a soft โahhโ sound after swallowing it. โBut Iโm sure that you get it. Right, y/n?โ He glared at you, and you nodded in return, eager to please. โI do, sir. I admire your workโฆ truly. Itโs an honor to get to watch you in action.โ He chuckled, stepping towards you, looking around for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was quieter.
โI want to show you something. If you promise not to tell anyoneโฆโ there was something behind his hazel eyes. Something you couldnโt quite name but yet again, you only nodded, grabbing your notebook. โItโs our secret.โ You replied, mimicking his whisper with a small giggle. โGood, very good.โ Doctor Way gave you a final look before stepping outside the room with big, calculated steps. You had to hurry after him, your shorter legs making it uncomfortable, you almost had to run, and you did. Eager to get his approval.
Doctor Ways' coat swished behind him as he walked, taking many turns, you almost lost him a bunch of times. Finally, he stopped. It was a pretty dark, cold corridor. The big metal door towered above you as you hid behind Doctor Way, watching his hand disappear into his coat as he brought his card out. Bringing it to the little reader, the small light bulb turned from red to green. He hummed and opened the door for you, allowing you to enter first.
โThank you, Doctor.โ You smiled at him and stepped forward, a cold breeze hitting your face, causing you to shiver. It took you less than a second to realize what room he took you to. Dozens of metal drawers stretched before your eyes. A few metal tables. Bright, white led lights lighting the big room. You turned your head towards him, your face questioning, and a little scared. He smiled down at you, taking a step forward and closing the door behind him. โWelcome, y/n. To my little piece of heaven.โ He chuckled at his own words. So it was a joke, good, you felt relieved. Even if Doctor Way lookedโฆ too serious. His shoes clicked against the floor as he walked next to the drawers, his finger dragging across the cold metal. โSo much souls locked in here. Unsuccessful surgeries. My failures.โ He stopped walking, turning towards you.
โDo you know why your job is so important, y/n?โ You shivered. His tone making your knees feel weak. You felt so small. So vulnerable. You shook your head โnoโ, and kept staring at him, fiddling with your fingers. He only hummed, his finger tracing one name tag. โYouโre giving me the tools I need, in order to save lives.โ His finger moved to another name tag. โWithout youโฆโ he held one of the handles, opening a drawer, causing your breath to hitch. โโฆIโll have to focus on the little things. Like the correct scalpel to use. Or the right needleโฆ or the right nails to drill into someoneโs bone.โ He gaze turned to you, his cold, hazel eyes burning into yours. He was so intense. Everything about him making you almostโฆ uncomfortable. โDo you understand, y/n?โ You almost screamed at him to stop saying your name like that.
โI understand, Doctor Way.โ You breathed out, your voice coming out more low and quivery than you intended. Doctor Way smiled at that, but he was staring down a body, so you couldnโt see the weird, unsettling grin that decorated his face. โgoodโฆ very good.โ He took a pair of gloves out of his pocket, and immediately put them on, clenching and unclenching his fist to adjust like he did back in surgery. Then, he lowered his hand to the corpses face, tracing the jawline softly. It was pretty fresh, you assumed, from the way it looked. You couldnโt turn your head away. His movements were enchanting. He suddenly pulled out the cart that the body was laying on, dragging it to the middle of the room, bowing down to adjust the wheels so itโll stay in place. โA scalpel.โ He ordered, gazing down at the corpse. You stayed frozen in place, at the same spot by the door. He tilted his head up, staring at you now. โy/n. A scalpel.โ The use of your name shook you, and you immediately hurried to the little counter by the door, slipping into gloves and shakily lifting a scalpel, handing it to Doctor Way. โBe focused. Itโs a very, very delicate procedureโฆโ he spoke, voice low as he grabbed the scalpel from your hand. โCome over here.โ He ordered, and you immediately followed, now standing next to him. Doctor Way hummed and stepped behind you, the hand he held the scalpel with now pressed to your sweaty, shaky, gloved hand. You could feel his hot breath against your ear.
โI see great potential in you, y/n. Great potentialโฆโ he spoke against your head, dragging your hand in his towards the corpses torso. โHemothorex. The accumulation of blood within the pleural cavity. Can happen to the body after death.โ He breathed out, the edge of the scalpel dragged on the corpses rib cage, causing your hand to slightly shiver in his grip. โThe weight of the blood pushes against the lungs, causing the patient to lose his ability to breathe.โ He kept explaining, suddenly gripping your hand tighter, and cutting between the 4th and 5th rib. Your breath hitched. You cut skin before in your studies, sure. But this was an actualโฆ human. You felt sick, but gained composure. You wanted Doctor Way to be impressed. Blood poured out of the corpses torso, and you didnโt flinch. Doctor Way smirked above you, his gloved fingers moving carefully around your hand, making sure youโre gripping the scalpel strong enough. โGoodโฆ very good. Now y/nโฆ can you tell me why weโre cutting at that exact spot? Hm?โ He asked, his low monotone voice was all you heard in the oddly quiet room. You gulped, taking a shaky breath before answering him. โYes, Doctor. We cut between those specific ribs because there are no nerves and blood vessels there.โ Your voice was a little shaky as you spoke, eyes fixated on the blood pouring out. It was indeed, a fresh corpse.
Doctor Way hummed in approval, his hand dragging yours to the side, placing the scalpel on the metal table underneath the corpse. โSuch a smart girl, hm?โ His bloody gloves suddenly gripped your shoulders, forcing you to turn around, facing him now. You lifted your brow, gazing up at him with a confused expression. โI-I try, Doctor Way.โ You mumbled, not so sure where to look at, or what was the point of this. You felt weak, like you had no control over the situation. He smiled down at you, manically. โYouโre my favorite nurse, y/n. Always so polite, gentle. You think you can handle the pressure of an operation room? The clean, tidy, sterilized room?โ His hands traveled down your torso, two fingers stretched, digging deep between your ribs, causing you to whine in the sudden pain, your heartbeat quickening. He smirked, and didnโt move his fingers away. โThink you can handle the blood? The mess? The drilling?โ His voice dropped to something more sinister. Like it pained him to let the words out, to hold himself next to you. Your back was pressed against the cold, metallic table. And you were suddenly very aware of the cold, wet feeling pressed against your lower back. Blood. Lots of it. You froze, realizing you were practically leaning against the corpse. He chuckled at that, at your reaction. โDoes it bother you, y/n?โ He grabbed the scalpel, removing it from the table before covering the body with a blue sterilized cover. You let out a shaky breath. At least it was hidden from you now.
Doctor Way looked down at you, scalpel in hand, his veins popping, you could see them clearly even with his gloves on. It was sudden. His cold lips pressed against yours, his free hand gripped your hips, and the other one climbed dangerously close to your face, making you very aware of the small knife he was holding. You were frozen, but after a moment, you kissed him back. Lips a little shaky and unsure. But the survival instinct in you screamed to do whatever it was he wanted. He clearly had the upper hand here. After a long minute he broke the kiss. His hair was messy as he looked down at you, panting. โI see the way you look at me, y/nโฆ I see the way you admire my work.โ His face was now pressed to your neck, making himself room between his legs. โYou want my approval?โ He parted from you for a moment, looking down at you, you felt scared. His eyes were so deep, too deep. You nodded. Gulping as you looked up at him, gaze flickering to the scalpel in his hand for a moment. He followed your gaze, looking at the small knife, a glint in his eyes. โThis? Youโre afraid of this?โ He chuckled, loud, weird. โThis is the tool youโre handing me, so Iโll save the lives of our patients. Do you remember that, y/n?โ His voice dropped to a whisper again, the small blade was close to your neck. Too close for your liking.
โy-yes Doctor Way. I remember.โ He hummed, and before you could protest, he dragged a long, soft line on the side of your neck, drawing blood. You hissed in pain, your eyes closing at your head tilted back. His breath grew heavier as he stared down at you, two of his fingers stroked the fresh wound, all the way up to your pulse point right under your jaw. โNo need to be afraid, y/n. Iโm here to teach you.โ You nodded, feeling dizzy, cold sweat decorating your now pale skin. He smiled, his small teeth showing, making your skin crawl. โDo you trust me?โ He asked. But you felt like it wasnโt an actual question. You nodded anyway. โYes, Doctor Way.โ He pinched your chin between his thumb and finger, forcing you to look up at him. A smirk on his face. โGood.โ He took a step back, releasing your face harshly. โA good nurse follows her doctors instructions . Is that correct?โ You nodded. Your fingers gripping the metal table you were still pressed against. โUndress for me, y/n.โ Doctor Way examined you, like you were another patient he had to take care of. It took you a minute, but for some reason, you did as he said. Your hands shakily removing your shirt, you hissed as the cold air hit your warm torso. You could feel his eyes on you as you started to remove your pants, all the way to your knees, before kicking them away along with your shoes, you stayed in your bra and panties.
Doctor Way stared. Eyes fixated on every little move you made. โgood job. Youโre a good nurse, y/n. Did I tell you that already?โ He took a step closer, the scalpel in his hand now dragging along your torso, just like you two did to the corpse a second ago. The corpse. You shivered from the thought of it. Right behind you. You gulped, moving your head to the side to avoid looking at him, or at anything at all. โTsk..โ he pinched your chin again, forcing you to look at him. โYou canโt look away during this job, y/n.โ His voice was less composed, more shaky, he sounded out of breath. He stopped for a moment, his eyes now scanning the room, until they got stuck on the corner of it.
Another metallic, cold, empty table. Waiting for a corpse. Gerard huffed out a short, weird chuckle. It made you shiver. โGet over there, sugar.โ His fingers lingered on your lower back as he spoke, waiting for you to move. You didnโt. His fingers flexed, digging into your lower back, making you whimper in pain. โI said, get over there, y/n.โ He tried again, voice rough and stern, the white light reflecting on the scalpel he held with the other hand, making you gulp. But you did as he said. The wound on your throat reminding you of your place. Stumbling forward, you made your way to the table. Doctor Way followed, hand behind you, not touching. Touching the table with the tip of your fingers, you got suddenly very aware of how exposed you were to him. Shifting your weight from foot to foot, you turned your head to look at him, gaze flickering from his torso to his face. He looked too menacing to maintain eye contact with.
โSee something you like, little dove?โ He joked. At least you thought he did. His fingers flexed around the small blade, causing you to sit back on the table. How convenient. Right where he wanted you. Doctor Way smiled, showing teeth. โLay back for me, dear. Need to check something, you see.โ He mumbled on, fixing his gloves on his hands as you did what you were told, shakily laying back on the cold metal, hissing at the contrast from your warm body. Gerard watched you with sharp, calculated eyes. The blood on his gloves already started to dry, you noticed that as he ran his fingers through his thinning hair.
โNow, y/nโฆ this is a very delicate procedure..โ he spoke as he made his way to the edge of the table, next to your bare feet. You propped yourself up on your elbows in order to watch him, your survival instincts trying to kick in again, not like he allowed any of that. Then, ever so slowly, Gerard started to crawl on top of you, a predatory look in his eyes. A soft whimper left your mouth, you couldnโt help but feel utterly helpless and at the mercy of this man. He sat on his knees and tilted his head, looking down at you. His tent was very visible from the position you were in, it made your cheeks flush, you werenโt sure if it was from arousal or embarrassment. Doctor Way kept staring down at you. He held the scalpel close to your chest, right between your breasts.
โYouโre scared?โ He suddenly asked, making you jolt back to reality. A short breath left your mouth as you shook your head, cold sweat decorating your bare body. Gerard hummed, bringing his other gloved hand to your breast, still covered in your bra, and giving it a soft squeeze. โNo need to lie to me, dearest. I can almost.. smell it on you.โ He added with a small, weird smirk. It made your heart sink even deeper, your fingers clawing onto the metallic desk that sent shivers down your spine. Suddenly, warmth spread in your chest. A whine left your mouth as you realized Gerard was in fact, cutting you. It was a small cut. Only cutting the first layer of skin. But still, a cut. It drew blood, making tears fall freely on your cheeks. Gerard stared down at you menacingly, or more specifically, at the blood that now decorated your chest. He breathed heavily, grey hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as he finally placed the scalpel down.
โSuch a pretty shade of red. Has anyone told you that before, y/n?โ He asked. Completely ignoring your distressed cries. You shook your head, sniffling, bringing one of your hands to wipe the tears from your face. โN-No doctor Way.โ You already knew better than to stay silent when he asked a question, and right now, your main goal was to get out of this room on your feet, and not in one of those metal drawers. Gerard hummed, bringing one of his fingers to the small pool of blood that already started to dry between your tits. He wiped some of it, and to your disgust, licked it off. His eyes rolled back at the taste, some of your blood stayed on his lips, making you stop crying from pure shock. โLovely.โ He breathed out, sounding blissed out. His head got closer to your chest, inhaling your scent gently.
You were pretty much frozen in place at this point. Breath rigid, eyed staring up at the bright ceiling, anything but allowing your brain to fully wrap around the situation.
You were snapped out of it again.
This time, it was his tongue that made you gain consciousness. A long, warm stripe, right from your sternum to the top of your breasts. It made your breath hitch, especially when you heard the low moan it drew from Gerardโs throat. Your skin was tingly. It was the cold, the fear, the lack of blood. Everything about this made you absolutely uncomfortable to your core. It didnโt seem to bother Gerard.
He stayed there for another long minute, licking and inhaling at your wounded flesh, before pulling back. He stared down at you. Chin covered in your blood, along with the lower part of his cheeks and nose. His lips were decorated with it, and some of his teeth, too. You saw it when he smiled down at you. The white of his eyes seemed brighter than the leds above the two of you.
You were going to let him do whatever he wanted, and you were going to take it. That's what you decided in that moment, when fear was all you felt.
You were expecting rape. You were expecting your panties to get ripped away, and his cock to slice you in half. But it was quite different.
Gerard bent back down, no words needed. His tongue darted back out, licking his lips before he went back to your bare torso. He licked his way from your chest, to your stomach, and all the way to your panties. He inhaled deeply, groaning at your scent. โMay I?โ He asked, voice low, sounding like a growl. You nodded quickly. Obviously, you didnโt think he was actually asking. But it made a warm feeling spread in your chest. After he was this cruel to you, something about his words made you feel almost, content. โUse your words, y/n.โ He spoke, voice firm. You gulped, clearing your throat to make sure voice will actually come out. โYes, Doctor Way.โ He hummed. โThatโs what I thought..โ his long gloved fingers played with the hem of your panties before pulling them down, exposing your pussy to him. You huffed, the cold air hitting your exposed folds making you shiver. Gerard looked up at you for a moment, his pupils so dilated his eyes looked completely black. And then, he got to work.
His tongue licked long stripes from your hole to your clit, making your thighs jump and shake around his head. Gerard held you down, his gloved hands clasping around your legs, forcing them open as he kept eating you out. This was clearly for him. He pushed his tongue into your hole, that got wetter by the second. Your body not being able to ignore the aching feeling on your clit. He groaned into your cunt, closing his eyes and moaning to himself, his hips rutting into nothing as he kept indulging in you. His nose pressed against your clit, shaking his face around, making a soft moan escape your lips. He chuckled against you, bringing one of his hands to your pussy as he parted from you to speak. โYou like it, huh? Dirty girl.โ He groaned out, pistoling two gloved fingers into you, making you scream.
Gerard only giggled manically in return. Thrusting his fingers in and out of you, curling them upward every other thrust. โSuch a fucking slut. Liking it when her doctor is touching her. Huh? Donโt deny it, sugar.โ He breathed out, leaning back down to wrap his lips around your puffy clit. There was in fact, no denying of that. Your back arched off the table as Gerard sucked on you, his fingers kept moving in an unforgiving force, making your head spin. It was so overwhelming. Fear and pain mixed with pleasure, making you dizzy. You couldnโt stop the moans that fell from your parted lips as you allowed your body to be fully taken by Doctor Way.
His other hand traveled up your body, the smell of latex and blood hitting your nose like a rock before two thick digits penetrated your mouth. You gagged around them, your eyes being forced to open in panic. Gerard only smiled against you for a second, before continuing. He flicked his tongue against your clit in a way that made your thighs clench around his head, and before you knew it, you were cumming. Gerard licked you through it, the harsh movements of his fingers not stopping for a a moment- fucking your throat and your cunt at the same pace. You whined in over stimulation, finally making him pull back. Doctor Way grinned down at you as he took his fingers out of your mouth, wiping your saliva on your exposed skin. You coughed, your mouth tasted like his gloves and a weird taste of blood you didnโt want to think about. He pulled his fingers out of your pussy, slapping it before shoving them into his mouth, making a delicate work of licking your juices and the excess blood off.
You stared at him in something that mightโve looked like you were in awe. Your post orgasm haze made everything look softer. Like maybe, Gerard just took care of you. Maybe it was okay. Maybe you were no longer terrified for your life. He smiled down at you, looking like a family doctor trying to comfort a kid with a throat pain. โYou donโt know what youโre doing to me..โ he mumbled out, his words not fully registered in your brain, causing you to nod dumbly. Thatโs what he reduced you to. A dumb little nurse. Obeying orders. Doing as sheโs told. Gerard hummed as he opened his zipper, shimming his pants down to the middle of his pale thighs, along with his boxers. His cock sprung out, hitting the bottom of his buttoned up shirt, making him hiss. His thigh muscles flexed under the white lights, and you couldnโt help but stare.
Doctor Way was an attractive man. In his own, perverted, twisted way. You instinctively held the edges of the table under you, your eyes drifting from his face to his exposed dick. โNow, y/n..โ he spoke, stroking a line from the cut on your neck, to your ribs, and to your hip bones. โYouโre going to be a good little nurse, and lay there quietly while I fuck you. Capiche?โ He asked, and it was clear that it wasnโt an actual question. You nodded anyway. โYes, sir.โ Gerard smiled. You did learn. He saw it coming, of course.
โGood. Good girl.โ He breathed out, squeezing your hip harshly, the latex of his gloves cracking at the movement. He ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, his eyes scanning your body like he was scanning a patient before surgery. โYour blood is beautiful. Did I tell you that already?โ Gerard spoke softly, almost like he was talking to himself. He probably did. Half a second later, and his dick already entered your hole. It was harsh. You let out a long whine as you tried to adjust to his length. Your body was tense and fearful. It was almost impossible for you to let him in easy.
Gerard didnโt care about easy.
He let you adjust for just a moment before starting his movements. They were drawn out, calculated. Each snap of his hips sent your body jolting on the metallic table, making your eyes roll back and a string of whimpers to fall from your lips. Gerard stared down at you, his gloved hands holding the table as he drilled himself into you, letting out small puffs of air. He refused to look at your face. You could tell. He stared down at your tits. Or more specifically, the way your blood decorated them. The way you whined in pain every time you moved too much and caused the wound to deepen. He let out a breathless giggle, and moved his hands to your neck. Both of them wrapped around it, closing your airway almost immediately. Your eyes widened in shock as your face turned purple ridiculously fast. Gerard was strong. Stronger than he looked. Your hands flew to his, begging him with your eyes to stop, to let you breath. Gerard only chuckled, shaking his head manically.
โYouโre gorgeous like that, y/n. Fuck.. you feel it? That last breath..?โ He asked, closing his eyes and throwing his head back as his hips stammered, a low moan falling from his parted lips. He was getting close. The weaker you got in his grip, the closer he got. You tried anything. Kicking him off, digging your nails into his hands, anything at all. Nothing helped. Gerard moaned, finally opening his eyes to look down at your almost passed out form, a wicked smirk spreading on his face. โYouโre so cold already.. gonna fill you up.. gonna make you worth something..โ he mumbled out, the end of his sentence coming out as a growl as he buried himself in your heat for one final time. As he came, he finally released your neck, making you splutter and choke on air. Tears fell on your cheeks as your own hands held your throat, that already turned red from his grip. You cried as he moaned, driving his cock into you to draw out his orgasm, his eyes drilling holes to the fucked up state you were in.
Doctor Way let out a breathless chuckle as he pulled out. He stretched to grab some paper towels from behind him, wiping the access cum and juices from his cock and your aching cunt. He then removed his gloves, finger by finger, and threw them away, along with the paper. He cleared his throat, and made quick work of zipping himself back up, fixing his shirt, and making sure his hair was once again slicked back. โClean after yourself, y/n. Part of a nurse job. Yeah?โ He said, his voice cold and monotone again as he looked around, checking the clock. โSurgery tomorrow. 8 am sharp. Donโt be late.โ And with that, he left.
Doctor Way was indeed the best in his field.
