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Another long day at the hospital has you guzzling a third cup of coffee before your next surgery, the taste bitter and sharp on your tongue. You haven’t eaten yet, haven’t found time to. Trauma after trauma has come in after a mass casualty event that had already seen six dead and nineteen critically injured. Word around the hospital is the number is a lot higher than being reported but the media wants to skew the public opinion for the time being. God forbid the city is seen at fault for causing the T to malfunction and jump off the tracks.
You’re exhausted, the coffee doing nothing to wake you up. But the exhaustion wasn’t necessarily from back to back surgeries. No, your bone deep weariness came from something else you’d rather not spend more than a microsecond thinking about.
Do your job. Save these people. You’re a surgeon for fucks sake. These people’s lives are at stake and in your hands. One wrong move and you’ve done the opposite of what you signed on to do when you became a physician.
You’ve been a surgical critical care fellow for the past four months and have seen your fair share of major accidents since starting, but this is the first time a mass casualty event has occurred. Garcia warned you to expect it when you least expected it. It can go from 0-100 in the blink of an eye at this hospital and so far you’ve loved the fast pace. The rush of surgery always fills your blood with energy, the endorphins pumping through your body.
You knew you wanted to be a surgeon when you were twelve and your alcoholic father beat you so badly you were hospitalized from a ruptured spleen. The surgeon who took care of you was a no-nonsense badass who yelled at your father and was an advocate in getting him thrown in jail. Ever since then, you were hooked and wanted to be just like her one day.
So here you were, a scalpel in hand and the god complex attitude most surgeons can’t help but have.
Hours pass, your back starting to scream at you, your feet begging for you to sit down, if only for a moment. They stopped bringing in patients from the station twenty minutes ago and you’re officially all done for the night. You drop your tools on the tray and have one of the residents close the final patient who wasn’t in critical condition when they came in thankfully. Those were handled earlier. All in all, only two lives were lost after they entered this hospital, and both of them were not savable. Didn’t stop you and your peers from trying, but sadly not everyone can be saved.
“I hear you’re starting your vacation tomorrow. Where are you going?” Nurse Mirabel asks, typing on her tablet. You’re standing around the nurses station with one of your residents, a few nurses, and the one surgeon you wish would disappear from your life.
He’s always there. Lurking. Leering at you from across the room. Honed in on your every move even when he’s not got his eyes on you.
You sigh, grabbing your water bottle from behind the desk and taking a sip. “I’m flying down to Texas to visit my mom.” She wasn’t your biological mom, but she was the foster mom who stepped up to take in a teenager who needed structure and someone to love them. You’d been in and out of homes for three years after you were taken away from your dad. Then Cassie took you in, found her purpose in you, and adopted you within the year.
You loved her like a mother and it’s been over a year since you last saw her.
Your eyes flick to the man with slicked back hair and dark blue scrubs that match yours. His phone is in his hand. Your heart rate picks up because you know it’s a message for you.
“Sounds like fun, enjoy your time off, love. We’ll miss you.” Mirabel gives you a side hug and leaves, no doubt to handle patients for the night shift. Your resident ditched you without you noticing and the other nurses have already dispersed, leaving you and Dr. Park alone in the hallway beside the OR scheduling board.
You look in his direction one more time, thankful he’s still looking at his phone and not aware that you can barely keep your eyes off of him. You reach for your tablet and go to walk off when a rush of air brushes behind you, blowing your hair over your shoulder. “On call room.” That’s all he says before storming off in the direction he expects you to follow him to.
Your breath comes out in an unsteady exhale.
Please just leave me alone, you think.
You grab your phone from your pocket and see exactly what you knew would be there. A text from a number you refuse to save but have memorized nonetheless.
Take your panties off. Be wet when you get there. I don’t have time for games.
By games he means foreplay, something you’ve become accustomed to skipping. Park isn’t a passionate lover. He was rough, unfeeling, and unconcerned for your pleasure. Only occasionally did he partake in more than pounding into you. And when he did, it was mind blowing. Anytime he licked you or touched you with his fingers was a blessing and a curse. He still made you cum every time, though. Just because he didn’t show passion didn’t mean he was a selfish lover.
But you have no idea why you keep coming back to him. You aren’t stupid and you’ve been with your fair share of men throughout your years. You know how to say no. To everyone but him it seems.
You reread his text and can’t help your bodies response. Being wet before you walked into that on call room won’t be an issue. Even thinking about the man and his stupid hair and stupid body got you there. You’ve never been with someone so large before. Your long term ex throughout residency was quite scrawny and the men you saw before him were of average size. But Park was built unlike any man you’ve ever let between your thighs. Maybe you got off on that alone. Who knew. Not you. No, you were hypnotized by the man and couldn’t stop yourself from heading to the nearest bathroom to remove your panties.
You tossed them into your bag, feeling how slick you were becoming between your legs. You dip your fingers into your scrub pants that you had put back on and slide them along your lips, teasing yourself slowly. Maybe you’d make him wait. Maybe you’d make him sweat. Maybe you’d get yourself off in this bathroom and leave the hospital. Bypassing the on call room and finally getting the courage to leave him. If you could even consider whatever you two were something you could leave. Nothing was stopping you. He wasn’t your boyfriend. He was just some asshole you let fuck you from time to time.
You circle your clit a few times until you felt an orgasm begin building behind your naval. It had been a while since you last got off. Being busy at work and having no time for play, as soon as you get home you crash. Only to repeat the same process every day. And on your days off? You slept the days away. You didn’t have friends in this city, still being too new to the area to have gotten the chance to get out there and meet a new group of friends.
The only person you saw outside of the hospital was Park.
Your fingers dip closer to your opening and you slip one in, drawing out your arousal to coat your middle finger. Pushing in and out, spreading your wetness around until you were well and truly soaked. You were thankful your scrubs were dark, because a lighter color might have shown evidence of what you were preparing yourself for.
You clasp your free hand over your mouth when you hear someone come into the bathroom and enter the stall beside you.
You don’t stop your motions though.
The new occupant isn’t using the toilet, they’re just sitting there quietly until you hear their phone start making noise and the tell-tale sound of them making a call.
“Hey, I’ll be home soon. Just finishing up some charting and then I’ll be heading out. Sorry, it’s been a crazy day.”
It’s your first year resident, Anna.
You remove your hand from your mouth and bite down hard on your lower lip, continuing to push your middle finger into your pulsing core. You wanted to cum. You needed to cum. You needed Park to fuck you.
You ripped your hand from your pants, wiping your wet finger on a piece of toilet paper and tossing it in the toilet before flushing and leaving the stall.
You go to wash your hands when Anna exits as well, sidling up to the sink next to you and joining you in washing. “Hey, thought you would have left already.” She smiles. “Don’t you have to head out early?”
You nod, taking a peak at yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks are flushed and it’s pretty obvious you were up to something. Maybe she wouldn’t notice. You had drank a lot of coffee today and that could very well be the cause of your pink cheeks. “I’ll be leaving soon. Just need to take care of something first. Have a good night.” You dry your hands and give her a quick wave. She returns it and you dash out of the bathroom, praying she doesn’t assume you were finger fucking yourself in the bathroom.
You need to make a decision. Go to the on call room and let that son of a bitch show you exactly why you keep going back to him, or finally ditch him for your sanity.
You don’t choose the logical option.
You push into the on call room you knew he would be in. It’s dark but you can see his hulking form laying back on the cot, his hands behind his head. You lock the door behind you, not needing any surprise visitors. There’s just enough light from the window with open blinds to see him glare over at you with those dark eyes of his. Cold, calculating, judging. You took too long. You can tell by the exasperated sigh he lets out before throwing his legs off the side of the cot and standing up.
He stalks across the room like an animal hunting its prey. Like a fucking shark circling its meal. He stands in front of you, silent, the only sound is his steady breathing. He bends forward and reaches into your bag that you had dropped onto the floor beside you, digging around for a second before standing back to his full height that towers over you.
Your eyes snap to what’s in his hand, knowing before you see them that it’s your panties. His eyes stay focused on yours, narrowing slightly. He lifts his hand gripping the cotton and brings it to his face, inhaling deeply.
Only then does he let some form of emotion other than indifference pass over his face. His eyes flutter and his mouth opens in an exhale, like this is a moment that could get him off alone. That you wouldn’t even have to touch him and he could walk away satisfied.
“You followed my instructions?” It’s spoken like a question with an undercurrent of admiration because he knows I did what he asked. He knows if he reaches into my pants right now I’ll be soaked for him.
“Yes.” Your voice comes out as a whisper. You’re still stunned from him sniffing the panties that you’ve been wearing for over half the day now.
“Good girl.”
You wish he wouldn’t say that. It makes you feel things you’d rather keep locked away. This was a business transaction. You didn’t need his praise. Didn’t need his admiration. Didn’t need anything more than these fleeting moments of pleasure.
“Just fuck me, Park, I have a long flight tomorrow morning.”
His lips purse just slightly and jaw ticks in agitation, enough to show his annoyance with you talking back and demanding. That’s not what the two of you do. When you’re with him, you belong to him, no matter how short-lived the moments are. You’re being bratty and you know it, but you’re tired and you lost a patient today.
“You want me to just fuck you?” His hand comes up to rest against your hip, trailing around slowly until he’s gripping an ass cheek.
“Yes, now do it so I can get out of here.”
You can tell he’s mad. He’s had a long day too and obviously needs to destress by putting himself inside of you. You’re irritating him.
A flicker of something you don’t normally feel with him travels through you, lighting your senses on fire. Maybe you could have the upper hand here tonight. Maybe you could make this big man fall to his knees and do whatever you say for once.
You should have known better than to think that was even possible.
He smirks, his face lighting up in a way that makes you nervous. “You shouldn’t be making demands when you’re that tiny.”
You scoff. This isn’t the first time he’s commented on your size. For an adult woman you were smaller than average. It isn’t hard for him to pick you up and throw you against the wall or to fuck you in open air. He bench presses triple your body weight you imagine.
“I am not.” You cross your arms over your chest defiantly.
He raises a brow, that stupid smirk of his showcasing his sharp incisors. “Remind me to take a picture of you from this height sometime.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” You step an inch forward until you can feel his firm chest bump against your crossed arms.
“Why? Would it be too embarrassing for you to see what everyone else sees when they’re around you?”
“I don’t have time for your antics, Park, put your cock in me or I’m leaving.” I thumb in the direction of the door and when he says nothing, just continues to watch me with his predatory eyes, I sigh dramatically. “Have a good night fucking your fist. Don’t bother me again.”
Your pussy is still wet and your clit throbs with the need for release but your day has been too long and too exhausting for you to stress about his ego. You turn to leave but barely make it half an inch before his large, strong hands grab you around the hips and lift you into his arms.
Your legs instinctively wrap around his cut waist, ankles knotting together behind his ass. As ass you’ve spent an embarrassing amount of time checking out when you catch him walking from behind.
His hands find their way to your own bottom, kneading and pulling at the flesh. You may be tiny but you managed to spend to your fair share of time in the gym as well. You didn’t go as often as a physician who preaches health and wellness should, but you had the body to prove something. And that something drove Park crazy. For someone as obsessed with your ass as he was, you are surprised he hasn’t tried to coerce you into anal since you started…whatever this was between the two of you.
“Are you ready to be my good girl again?” You can’t help the rush of desire flooding through you at his words. Goddamn him. His voice cut like a knife through your resolve. You know it won’t take long before you give in and let him give you the orgasm you so desperately need.
“Is that what you want from me? To be your docile little fuck toy?”
He brings his head closer to you, pressing his lips into the junction where your shoulder meets your neck. He’s gentle, not a standard practice for him, as he trails his lips up your neck, flicking his tongue out to lick softly at your sensitive skin. His lips hover just outside your ear, warm air puffing against you sending shivers down your spine. “Yes.”
Without warning he throws you onto the cot. You bounce twice before settling, scooting as far away from him as possible until your back is pressed against the wall. He doesn’t let you continue scurrying away, instead grabbing your ankle and pulling you to the edge of the bed and yanking your sneakers, socks, and pants off in one fell swoop. They’re tossed somewhere else into the room, your slick pussy on display for his eyes only.
“What are you doing?” You demand, pressing your hand into his shoulder when he advances between your legs.
“What does it look like? I’ve been working all day. I’m fucking famished.” He growls ever so slightly and grabs your thighs, pushing them down onto the mattress, spreading you as wide as he can get you. Your pussy opens up to him, pulsing with anticipation.
Your hands clench in the scratchy fabric of the hospital bedding when his mouth makes contact with your needy clit. You can’t stop the surprised moan from leaving your lips, your head falling back and spine arching. You dig your hands into his scalp, the gel in his hair crunching under your fingers. You hate his stupid hair. You saw a photo of him on the hospitals website once, no slicked back hair and in its natural curly state. You thought it made him much more attractive and wondered why he wanted to look so severe all the time. Was it an intimidation tactic? You found it hard to believe such a serious man would care about his hairstyle as much as he seemed to.
His tongue swirls fast against your clit. You were already built up so much from touching yourself in the bathroom and then your verbal sparring when you stepped into this room. It didn’t take long for him to get you there.
You cum on a cry, praying no one is near the on call door to hear you. You know you should be more careful but there is something about this man that makes you lose all your good sense.
He pulls off of you, standing up and pulling his scrub top and pants off quickly. He stands there naked, in all his shapely glory. Fuck, you think. His body is a work of art. Hours of dedication to the gym and eating right. Honing his body into a machine. A body that made him a better ortho surgeon. He had the strength to do his job, whereas you could have never done what he does at your size.
“Off.” He demands, pointing to your scrub top he hadn’t bothered to remove in his rush to get his mouth on you.
You use this moment to be a little defiant once again, sitting up slowly and pulling the scrub top off slowly, tossing it to the side. You still have your undershirt and bra to work off and you can see his patience wearing thin with every passing second you aren’t naked.
You get your undershirt off, placing it in the pile with your scrub top when he loses it. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” He grabs the front of your bra, yanking you forward until you’re jolted to a standing position. He pulls the front clasp apart until it breaks under his strong hands.
You gasp. “Did you just break my bra?”
“Buy yourself another.”
Scoffing you shake your head. “Not even going to offer to buy it for me yourself?”
He smiles, showing all his teeth. “What, they don’t pay you enough to go shopping for lingerie?”
Your cheeks flame with anger. “I hate you. That’s the second article of clothing you’ve ruined.”
“You’ll get over it,” he claims before laying down on the cot and gesturing for me to crawl in between his legs. “Return the favor.”
You roll your eyes. “Licking my pussy for a few minutes doesn’t constitute me returning the favor.”
“Fine. Straddle my face then. Face my dick and start sucking.”
“I’m sorry, wha-“
“Sit on my face, I want to eat your pussy while you suck me off.”
You stand dumbfounded. You’ve done it with other partners but never him. Foreplay wasn’t his thing and he’d already gone down on you and made you cum once tonight. Now he wants to do it again?
“I thought you were in a rush, remember?” He taps his watch, reminding me I really don’t have all night.
You take a deep breath, facing his lower half and kneeling on the bed with one knee and throwing the other over his face. You hear him groan when your center becomes level with his face. “So wet.” His hands pull your cheeks apart, watching your lips separate and reveal your soaking wet folds to him. He gives a soft lick against your core before doing it again, slowly. Maddeningly slowly.
“Please,” you choke on a moan. “Brendon, please.”
He chuckles against you. “We’re on a first name basis tonight?”
“Shut up.” You gasp when he presses his whole face into your core, his tongue dipping inside of you further than you thought possible. How fucking long is his tongue?
You lean forward and press your hands into his thick thighs, greeted with his hard cock. Long, thick, uncut and slicked with precum at the tip. An impressive sight, something you’ve never quite gotten used to. Of course he had to be perfect. Perfect surgeon. Perfect face. Perfect body. Perfect fucking cock.
His only fault is that he’s an asshole, something that hasn’t changed in the four months you’ve been working here, even though you’ve been giving this man regular orgasms that you assumed were rocking his world with how much he’s come back to you.
You can fault yourself for being dumb and dick whipped all you want, but this man is still on this bed under you and licking your pussy. He doesn’t have to be there. That’s not how the two of you roll. But there he is, fingers digging into your skin, tongue lolling against your clit, thumbs creeping dangerously close to your asshole.
Bent forward, your breasts graze his smooth stomach, your nipples sensitive and craving touch.
“Put me in your mouth, Y/N.” He uses your first name too.
“Surprised you even know my name.”
His tongue dips inside of you again. “Of course I know your name.” He says it with such finality you have nothing to say to that. You dip down and lick a stripe up the side of his dick, swirling your tongue against the head and tasting him.
You moan at the same time he does, sending vibrations through your pussy. You can feel him building you to your peak once again, but you want to make him cum before you do.
There are many things you are good at, giving head is one of them. Not a single complaint and always kept your partners coming back for more. You’d gone down on Park twice before, but neither times did he let himself cum.
You suck and lick and moan around him, enjoying it just as much as he is if his grunts and moans were anything to go off of. You like pleasing him. You like knowing it’s you who reduces him to his baser instincts as a man.
“Enough,” he demands, pushing your leg to indicate he wants you off. “Ride me.”
“No,” you quickly pop off his cock to say, sucking him back into your mouth and grinning around him at his surprised intake of air. You think he secretly likes when you defy him.
“Y/N.” He growls, reaching forward and pinching your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
It causes you to shoot off of him and cry out his name.
He laughs. “So sensitive. I’ll remember that.”
“Whatever.”
“Turn around. Ride me. That’s an order.”
You scoff. “And what if I don’t?”
He doesn’t give you a chance to think before sitting up and using his brute strength to spin you around and place you in his lap. Your slick pussy coated in your own juices and his saliva slides against his wet cock.
You pant at the abrupt change of position and slam your hands onto his chest. He’s staring up at you with that smug look he’s so fond of. “You enjoy being a brat?”
“I enjoy pissing you off.”
“But you also enjoy fucking me.”
You’re silent and look down at him. “You’re just a man with the ability to make me cum, Brendon, don’t start thinking you’re special. I have a whole roster of other men offering the same thing.”
He laughs. “That’s where you’re wrong, if I didn’t mean anything to you, you’d have run off by now.” He sits up abruptly and kisses me on the lips. We rarely kiss, but it’s a little guilty pleasure I secretly love. For such a harsh and cold man, his lips are soft and warm and damn if he isn’t an amazing kisser.
Surprised by his lips suddenly on yours, you don’t notice him lining himself up until he’s inside of you in one clean thrust. You scream at the intrusion, breathing heavily against his lips. “Fuck, oh my god, fuck…”
“Yeah, that’s more like it.” He pushes into you, grabbing your hips and lifting you up enough to push you back down until you start a rhythm of your own.
You pulsate around the intrusion, soaking his cock and sucking him back in with every push against that spot inside of you that makes you see stars. He’s so good at finding it and you don’t even have to tell him. He knows your body so well now. It’s why he can get away without foreplay. Both of you know he’s going to get you there just from this alone.
Your hands grasp his shoulders before wrapping around them and tangling in the back of his hair. You ride him like you’ve never done before, your orgasm building low and deep in your belly.
His hand comes up to the back of your neck, directing your head back down so he can bring your lips back together. You don’t want to think too hard about this night. This it all unusual. The two of you don’t fuck like this. This is…intimate. And intimacy is not the goal of your coupling.
Your break apart from his lips and bring your feet up to crouch over him, knees spread wide around his arms, hands gripping his thighs behind you. He holds you by the hips as you pick yourself up and drop yourself down, again and again until your vision starts to black out around the edges. It feels so good, you just need—
You bring one hand to your clit and begin to rub frenzied circles around it. Park’s hands slide up your waist to cover your breasts, fingertips plucking your nipples and radiating pleasure through your whole body.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” you wheeze, unable to catch a full breath.
“Yeah baby, you gonna cum for me?” You can hear he’s just as affected as you are by the way his voice cracks. And you don’t even want to address the fact that he just called you baby. Your brain can’t even process that right now. You’re too busy feeling the best you ever have in your life.
He pushes up into you at the same time you drop back down on him. You cry out just as he grasps your hips once more and forces you down hard against him, holding you to him as he empties himself inside of you.
You’re both breathing hard, your knees dropping back into the mattress and hands resting lightly against his pecs.
Something is different in the air. Something you can’t name but makes you nervous. Sex with Park isn’t supposed to make you feel anything but satisfied. That’s your deal. You fuck, one of you leaves, rinse and repeat when the next one of you needs a release.
You pull off of him, feeling his cum leak out of you and into his lap. His eyes gravitate towards your center, widening at the sight. You know he likes seeing the mess he makes, but you don’t feel like putting on a show tonight.
Your body aches and you’re tired. You got what you came in here for and now it’s time to leave.
If only you can make yourself stand up, get dressed, and go.
Park’s hands drift lazily back to your waist, finding a home in the dips of your curves, his thumbs rubbing gently back and forth against your flushed skin. “Kiss me.” He whispers it so softly you aren’t sure you hear him at first. “Kiss me.” He leans up and comes closer, his ab muscles hardening and flexing from the movement.
You comply, touching your lips to his in a kiss that leaves you wanting to stay in his arms all night.
“Stop.” You push against his chest. “What are you doing?”
“Kissing you,” he sneers, attempting to pull you back down but you push back against his chest when his lips graze yours again.
“Well stop.”
His jaw hardens and he pushes you off of him and onto the bed. Standing up he reaches for his clothes and begins dressing, leaving you naked and dripping cum onto the sheets.
“It was fun, but you’ve got an early morning and I’ve got to get home.” He doesn’t look at you when he says it and your heart does something weird.
It cracks just a teeny tiny bit.
“Park.” You lightly place your hand on his shoulder and he stands up instead, shoving it off. “Park, I’m sorry, what’s wrong?”
He shrugs like a petulant child. “Sorry for what? We both came. You twice. Was there more that you wanted?”
No but it seems like he wants more.
“Brendon, it’s just…this isn’t how we usually are. It freaked me out for a second.”
His back is still turned and you see the rise and fall of his shoulders as he takes a deep breath. “I don’t know what that was tonight.”
“It was nice,” I say softly and stand up, standing close enough to his backside to feel the heat radiating from his pale skin. “It just caught me by surprise.”
He continues pulling on his clothes, leaving me standing there completely naked wearing only his cum as a reminder of what just transpired.
“You take me by surprise.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Forget it.” He grabs his name badge that must have fallen off his scrub top when he pulls it off earlier. “I’ve got to go. Have a good vacation.”
“Brendon.”
“I’ll see you next week, Dr. Y/L/N.”
He unlocks the door and leaves while you stand there in the frigid air alone. What the hell just happened?
~
Your week away from the hospital and Park was wrought with anxiety and second guessing everything that happened your last night in town. What was with the switch up in his behavior? Park never acted that way with you. Your dynamic bordered on abusive, not loving and romantic.
You come into work Monday morning, not seeking him out but not avoiding him like you typically do.
He isn’t working.
He isn’t there the next day either.
And on the third day you finally get the nerve to ask someone from the ortho department where he was.
“Vacation. Said something about needing a break and took some days off. I think he actually left the day before you got off your leave!” The ortho resident was really chatty and forthcoming and you thanked him, hoping he wouldn’t blab to anyone that you were asking about Park’s whereabouts.
You waited three more days before realizing he wasn’t coming back to work this week. You were off for the weekend and decided to be brave and text him.
Can we talk?
You don’t get a response until midnight. You wouldn’t typically be awake at this time but you’ve been kept awake by your anxiety since the night your vacation started.
About?
You roll your eyes at that. He knows exactly what you want to talk about, but it looks like he’s back to his old self again.
Come to my apartment.
He doesn’t respond and five minutes later you say fuck it and text him your address anyway. You’d only ever had sex in the hospital, a nearby hotel, or one time at his place. You’ve avoided him seeing your apartment this whole time and were suddenly nervous about him seeing your place for the first time. That is, if he deigned to even show up.
You were just finishing up cleaning the kitchen when you heard your call button beep. Obviously not expecting anyone else in the middle of the night, you buzz him up and within 30 seconds he’s knocking on your door.
You open it to the same Park you’re used to. Clenched jaw, slight frown, slicked back hair, and the undercurrent of a bad attitude. But in the same countenance, you can’t help but notice how his eyes widen in excitement when they take you in. It’s barely there, but you catch it.
“Hi,” you say, opening the door wider and letting him step inside your apartment that is objectively smaller and less fancy than his. His salary is a lot more impressive than yours at the moment.
“Hey.” He steps inside and kicks off his shoes and places them next to yours by the door. He’s dressed in a form fitting t-shirt and shorts, looking like he could have just come from the gym.
“Do you want a drink?”
“Beer if you’ve got it.”
“I’ve got it.” You head into the kitchen and grab two bottles from the fridge, popping the tops off and handing one to him, taking a sip from your own.
He follows suit, draining half the bottle in one sip. He sets it down, pressing his hands against the countertop and leaning forward. “Why’d you ask me to come?”
“Why not?”
He barks out a laugh. “So what, we hang out and have a beer together now? Maybe watch a movie? What next, do you want to paint each others nails and braid each others hair?”
“Why do you have to be such a fucking asshole?” You set your beer down, barely touched, and come around the counter to stand beside him, hands on your hips.
He towers over you, domineering and threatening. You know he won’t hurt you, he’s a narcissist not a psychopath, but in this moment you’ve never felt smaller.
“You are the one that wanted to rush out of there the other night.”
“Me!” You sneer. “You completely changed the game. You caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting you to want to cuddle. We’d never done that before and it scared me.”
You attempted to puff your chest out to prove you weren’t this little woman he could walk all over but it was really hard to feel confident when his massive body dwarfs yours.
“And what was so scary about that? We have great sex, what’s the problem with wanting a little intimacy before one of us hauls out of there like we’re running for a trauma?” He crosses his arms over his chest and stares me down.
“You never act like you want anything to do with me! You demand my presence, fuck me raw, then leave me with your cum and barely so much as a thanks for the good time can’t wait to do it again.” You huff, throwing your arms up in exasperation. “You don’t like me. Why would you expect me to think differently when our arrangement has always been casual?”
“I like you.” He says it so matter-of-factly that it stuns you into shutting your mouth.
You sigh and shake your head. “I don’t know if I can trust that. You’re not a very nice man, Park, and you’ve not shown me one time that you like me. You like what’s between my legs.”
“I like you.” He steps forward, placing his hand on your hip and drawing you into him. “Maybe not at first. But I do. Somewhere along the way I realized I didn’t want to have sex with anyone else. You are the only one I’m sleeping with because the thought of fucking someone else makes me sick.”
You stare into his eyes, unable to decipher anything untruthful about what he’s saying. Unless he really is a psychopath, he’s telling the truth. “Why? What changed?”
He shrugs. “Not sure. But I don’t want anyone else, Y/N. I want you. I want to fuck, I want to kiss, I want to stay the night together, I want to see what your mouth looks like wrapped around my cock in the morning, and what you look like spread eagle on your bed while I lick your cunt. Give me you and I’ll give you me.”
You stay silent for a moment while you take in everything he’s said. You had never given anything serious with Park much thought. He had been very clear in the beginning that it was sex, he was in charge, and you were just a hole for him to stick his dick in. While he was becoming obsessed, you had been pushing yourself away because you didn’t want to get attached to someone that would never like you the same way.
And now he’s attached and you’re the one that’s distant.
“Brendon…”
“I’m not asking you to be my girlfriend or my wife. Hell you can still continue to see other people while you’re figuring it out. But just know that I want you. All of you. And I’m willing to stick around and see what happens.”
“I haven’t been seeing other people.”
He smiles at that. “So we’ve both been exclusive this whole time?”
You blush. Rarely does he give you that kind of smile. “Seems like it.” You look up again, meeting his hopeful gaze and slide your hands against his chest until they’re resting on the sides of his neck. “Now kiss me.”
He doesn’t hesitate and picks you up in his arms, setting you on the countertop. Your legs cradle him at your core and you’re shocked to find he’s already hard against you. “Eager are we?” You joke through a smile.
“We haven’t had sex in two weeks. I drove here hard.” He kisses you hard, running his fingers through your hair and tugging on the locks.
“Good, because I don’t intend for you to leave and you’ve got to give me at least three orgasms.” You’re out of breath as he kisses you with more passion than he’s ever shown you before.
“Only three? I think I can do better than that.”
He kisses a trail down your neck and in between your breasts. “So ready to please, Dr. Park.”