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The Cure for Virginity

Robert Laing x fem! Reader Oneshot

Summary: Charlotte thinks you have been a virgin for too long. You should take advantage of a certain fellow tenant at the High-Rise, she says. The best amenity in the building- Doctor Robert Laing.

Word Count: 8K

Warnings: 18+, SMUT Y'ALL (First Time, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, Doctor kink, Virginity kink, dirty talk), Cursing, Mentions of drinking, and loss, Richard Wilder being a prick. But some moments of fluff and romance.

A/N: My first time (heh) ever writing for High-Rise! I hope you guys like it! Comments, Reblogs, Private Messages, and asks about my work are always appreciated!!

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"You should be adding on the vows of poverty and obedience!"

“I’m not a nun, Charlotte!” you shot back.

“At this point, you might be!”

You huffed as you kicked your feet in the water of the pool. It was packed with people that afternoon. It was one of the new joys of the place. Even the janitors glided by to clean the floors with mops on their shoes as if they were skates, smiling.

You were getting to know the residents one by one. So far, you had befriended some of the women. Like sweet, quiet Helen with her soft brown hair and a baby bump that was overdue. Helen sat on a chair. She read a magazine as her kids played Marco Polo in the pool. And Charlotte- tall, slender, with dark hair and always a laugh in her smile. But now, the laugh was at you as she waded through the waters.

“Please shut up, we’re in a public space! There are kids everywhere! Can we discuss the sale on baked goods they have in the grocery store here instead?” you begged.

“They might as well learn! Gave Toby the Talk when he was five!” Charlotte shot back.

“Uh-Uhm- anyone watch any good shows on the television lately?” you then changed desperately.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. She shook the water from her ears, her beautiful black hair covered by a white swimming cap. She went up to the pool’s edge and folded her arms over it, resting her chin on them.

“This place has everything for you, Y/N- A grocery store, a spa, a school, a gym, and even a sex life if you want…” she continued.

You splashed the water on her face, and she laughed as she held her arms up in defense.

“But the thing is…I know someone for you. Someone more than able to take care of it…” Charlotte began.

“I’m pretty sure any average penis can do the job! And why do you care so much? It’s a personal choice about my body- none of your beeswax!” you retorted.

She raised one of her eyebrows as she swam to you.

“Not even oral?” she asked.

She would not be silenced by a refusal. You leaned in.

“No!” you whispered.

She pulled herself to the edge. Water splashed as she emerged to sit on the edge next to you.

“Y/N, I have a tip for you- two words!” she said.

She held up a fist and uncurled two fingers with the first and last names.

“Robert Laing.”

“Oh my god, you’re setting me up?” you sighed.

She shrugged.

“Why not? His tongue reached places I never thought it could!” she recalled.

Your jaw dropped.

“Are you seriously setting me up with your boyfriend?!” you cried, leaning forward.

“No! He’s not…” she answered.

“So, he’s your ex…you’re setting me up with your ex!?” you questioned.

“It was a fling- long over now. We’ve moved on. But we’re on good terms! All the women love him for a reason- he’s incredible! You’re going to lose it once, Sister Y/N, it might as well be someone who knows how to do the job. Listen to me-“

She pointed up to the above floors.

“Men have the brothel. Women have Laing.”

She flipped her legs up and walked over to the chairs.

“What do you think, Helen?!” she prodded.

You looked over to see Helen as she reclined on the pool chair. She tipped her lovely face from her magazine.

“Of Robert Laing?” she asked.

“Yeah-in bed!” Charlotte asked.

“Incredible! Nothing like it!!” Helen agreed.

Are you kidding me? Oh god- this place has a gigolo! you thought.

You forced your jaw to shut. High-Rise life wasn’t like normal life. It was a culture shock for you. Here, any proper rules about what was good or bad were out the window. People lived as they wanted and did what they wanted. There was no consequence. Each night, in the middle of the Twentieth floor, you could hear giggles and laughter. You passed people groaning and screaming with sex from their rooms. If not in the halls. The loud music from the constant partying was everywhere the second it was dark. You even heard housewives discussing what drugs they inhaled as they carried brown grocery bags.

“He’s a Shy boy. At First. But if you're alone with him in a bedroom…well, it’s a different man. But it’s not so intense that your first time with him would be too much. Unless you want to try anal,” Charlotte informed you.

You shot a look at Charlotte. Kids ran around the pool and tried to cartwheel into the water by you.

But Helen nodded and smiled. She spoke with the cherubic cheerfulness of a Disney princess.

“Oh yes, even anal with Robert is fantastic!” ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀

Besides, you had more pressing matters. There was a party that Royal’s wife, Ann, invited you to. A full 18th-century style ball complete with costumes! And what luck that she had costumes in your size available to rent!

Your gown was a lighter color- a creamy white, right in a shade that flattered you. Every guest was dressed in white or cream in their Rococo attire, like you. Your stays loosened now that they adjusted to your body. There were peals and beading on the bodice. Your large skirt swished as you moved, enjoying a fresh glass of champagne in hand.

You went by to try and make small talk when you felt something hit your skirt and on the ground. It was a bottle of wine. Fallen to the floor. A baritone voice behind you muttered “shit!”

Your stays prevented you from slouching, you squatted down to get it. You saw a long, elegant hand also reach for it. You looked up to see a young man who was not in 18th-century wear but a modern suit. In the black jacket and pants. He stuck out like a sore thumb against all the white of the guests.

But Holy Crap he was gorgeous. Bright blue eyes, a soft crop of hair a color between blonde and red, and his suit held a tall, lean frame.

“Oh- I’m so sorry! Did I get your dress?” he asked.

You both got up. Your stomach flipping, you felt self-conscious. The cut of the gown and the stays were better than any push-up bra. It was bumping up your cleavage. You felt his eyes flutter down there and then jolt back up. Your hands clasped and you brought them up to your neck in both surprise and a surge of modesty.

“No, you didn’t at all!” you insisted.

You glanced at the bottle of Riesling he had- you liked that flavor. You enjoyed getting it from many an evening at the grocery store. Especially when your bank account was low. It was affordable, crisp, and delicious.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

You gave him your name. He reached his hand with a smile.

“I’m Laing. Doctor Robert Laing.”

Doctor Robert Laing? That Doctor Laing?! The gigolo!? That was who the ladies were discussing?! You thought.

You stared at him, adrenaline coursing through you.

“Oh! Doctor Laing! I heard of you,” you replied out loud.

You didn’t need to tell him the context though. You offered your hand and offered it for him to shake.

“Good things, I hope!” he added with a wink that made your heart stop.

He accepted your hand, his hands felt ice cold, but soft.

“And how do you know Royal? He wouldn’t invite you if you didn’t know him,” Robert asked.

“Not well. I do see his wife around. Got to chat with her. We wound up getting along. She invited me here. She insisted I go out and get to know the people here…moved in two weeks ago,” you explained.

“Guess I’m still new here too-Month and a half!” Robert chatted.

“What room?” you asked.

“2505,” he answered.

You got to about talking where you came from as he began to light a limp cigarette, puffing at it lightly. He was very polite. His eyes were on you, listening more than talking. You discussed what you thought of the High-Rise. If you have been to the spa yet. Who you met. You then discussed the music playing at the party. You told him the orchestra was playing ABBA. One of your favorite bands!

“Y/N, that glass is already empty- could I fetch you another drink?” he offered.

“Sure thing!”

Right as Robert turned to get your drink, a burly, bearded man in costume blocked him.

“Hey there, dickhead- this is a themed party!” he declared.

Robert Laing could hardly say a word before the brute half-picked him up, dragging him off. He held onto the Doctor’s collar like a cat carrying a kitten. Guests seeing him pass by snickered at Robert’s modern attire. But you followed.

“Hey! Put him down! He didn’t do anything!” you tried to protest.

You beat your fists at Jerkass’s arm, but he swiped you away. He ignored you as he grabbed the wine bottle from Robert’s hand. He tossed the handsome doctor into the elevator roughly. Then pushed the button for it to close.

The Doctor locked eyes with you as the doors slid shut and he vanished. His face looked sad and scared. Far from the swaggering sex maniac you heard of. “Cheap bastard” the Jerkass cursed at the bottle before tossing it on the white fur rug.

Royal’s dog, a white German Shepherd with a bow tie, approached the bottle to sniff it. You bent your knees and picked it up. Yes, it was a cheap brand. But it tasted good. And Robert was trying to be a good guest.

You hid the bottle behind your back until you snuck into the bedroom. The bed was piled with the coats and purses of the guests. You planted it in your large purse by the pillows amongst everyone’s things. Then you turned back to enjoy the party. After an hour, you left, saying you had work early tomorrow. You got your purse and punched the lift to the Twenty-Fifth Floor.

You went to room 2505 and knocked. Robert opened, bewildered. A strand of his hair had flown out and he lacked his jacket. Not that it detracted his looks, not at all.

“Here- your wine,” you offered.

You pulled the bottle from your purse and handed it to him.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he answered.

“Are you okay-You look like you’ve been in a fight!” you asked.

He let out a deep sigh, pressing a hand to his head.

“No- lift broke for a bit,” he explained.

“Oh, that’s miserable! As if being kicked out wasn’t bad enough!” you commented.

He looked down at the bottle. He turned to put it on a chair and then returned to you, leaning closer against the doorframe.

“You seemed to be happy there. I’m sorry I had to make you leave,” he apologized.

“It’s alright. I came to wear this costume. Nothing more.” you added, giving the skirt a swish with your hand.

He leaned a little closer.

“You do look beautiful in it,” he complimented.

Lightning struck you. The edges of your vision had stars and you tried to even process if what you heard was real. He took a step aside, gesturing to his flat.

“But that wine…it’s not as good to drink alone. How about…how about we split it?” he offered.

You froze where you were. Your breath stopped, becoming a lump in the middle of your throat. Your hands turned sweaty.

“I don’t have any food in my stomach for that much booze…” you answered.

His eyebrows lowered, yet there was an honesty in his eyes. Even innocence. No guile to have his way with you. Not like Helen’s husband, Wilder. Wilder would charge at you. Making offers of his bed or the nearest surface. Not caring when you said no. You’d slap him and flee before he could grab you.

The soft way Robert looked at you suddenly made you panic with regret. The words flew out of you like a burp.

“Serve it with dinner and I’ll call it a deal!” you blurted.

Shit, Shit, shit, what the fuck was I thinking? you thought.

Your pulse raced. That was too forward, too bold. But then he nodded.

“Alright. I’ll make it. You don’t have to provide a thing.”

Time stopped. You could hardly believe it.

“Then it’s settled. Are you free tomorrow?” you asked.

“Yes,” Robert confirmed.

“What time?” you asked.

“Let’s say Seven.”

“It’s done. I’ll see you tomorrow at seven.”

He smiled at you.

“I look forward to it,” he answered.

You said your goodbyes. The second you got back to your flat, you threw yourself onto the couch in a pile of white silk of your dress. You put a pillow to your face and screamed into it, kicking your legs in giddy joy. Your maturity level descending.

A date! A date! I have a date! I asked a hot guy out! And he said yes!!!! Oh my god, oh my god, how am I even going to sleep tonight??? ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀

The next day, you were out of coffee and bread and headed down to the grocery store. But who should also be there, wheeling a cart, but Helen. She waved at you, gesturing to you to come near her.

“What’s up, Y/N- there’s a look on your face! Was Royal’s fun?” she asked.

“Helen-I met Laing last night,” you reported.

She gasped and then smiled.

“See- lovely fellow! And a looker too, isn’t he?” she teased.

You looked down at your hands on the grocery cart with a smile that confirmed- Yes, he was handsome. Helen kept giggling, a blush on her cheeks. Then you returned up at her, an idea making you frown.

“And are you sure he’s available? I don’t want to make some poor woman miserable, even by accident!” you asked.

“Yes- not committed to anybody…he’s been around. But no attachments. If there was, I’d know!” she confirmed.

Your carts paused in the cereal aisle. You took a deep breath.

“I’m having dinner with him tonight” you announced.

“What! That’s wonderful! You did the work for us!” she chirruped, clapping her hands together.

“What do you mean ‘work’?” you prodded.

“Charlotte and I had a chat, and we had a plan- we were going to set you up with him. I’d go to you and tell you everything about him. Charlotte would go to Robert’s and sing every bit of your praises. Then you’d both agree to meet up or exchange phone numbers!”

You gave a smile and shrugged.

“Thank you-I appreciate the thought! But I’m able to find my own men and set up my own dates of course!” you replied.

You pushed your carts to a corner to talk. You then explained how you met him and the party. Returning the wine bottle and everything.

“He’s even going to cook- isn’t that thoughtful?!” she commented.

“I’m just nervous about it. Dates make me nervous,” you confided.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” Helen comforted.

A lady passed by with sunglasses over her eyes and a bold shade of lipstick. Passerby’s from the aisles asked for her autograph. She half-smiled and signed notepads with a flourish. The dog in her cart leaned his nose close at them to get a whiff, wagging his tail.

“Think of this- you’ll have a lovely dinner at minimum. And at maximum- you won’t be walking when I see you tomorrow,” she reasoned, raising a hand to rub her pregnant belly.

You felt your entire face get hot with embarrassment.

“I’m not the type to kiss on the first date, much less shag! It’s only a dinner-not a wedding night! But I’ll let you know how it goes. So don’t get your hopes up! And Helen, And that goes for Charlotte too! I know you’ll tell her!” you insisted.

Both of you wheeled your carts to get in the long line for the cashier.

“But I still have to…impress him,” you blubbered. Could you even live up to the other women here?

Helen rubbed your back, “If he didn’t like you, he’d say no. Y/N, you know he’s nice! Just wear your best dress-that should make you feel confident!”

You let out a deep exhale. Your carts moved forward in the line.

“Part of me is tempted to cancel. Save myself the embarrassment. Or the heartbreak,” you confessed.

Helen leaned into you.

“Charlotte says he sunbathes in the afternoons. Naked. Get to her place and look down if you want a peek at what to look forward to. That might convince you to go forward.” ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀

Holy shit, this can’t be real. I can’t be doing this, you thought.

Your heart was racing, your finger shaking as you pressed the button to go to the Twenty-Fifth floor. Up it went, up, up, up. You could chicken out and run away, but no- that was being a coward. Didn’t you want this in the first place? Hell, you were the one who flat-out asked him!

What if it all went wrong? What if then he hated you? What if you hated him? Yes, he was incredibly handsome but handsome men could be total pricks. Wilder was as handsome as they come. But the man was a slimy, creepy rat bastard you wanted to shove off the highest balcony. If only Helen would divorce his sorry ass by now. She didn’t deserve him. But what if Wilder was a sweet guy back then? What if when Helen began dating him, he wasn’t like that? People change. What if Robert seemed okay at first and then turned into an asshole who broke your heart or hurt you? What then?

But all that was for later. Now was now.

It’s a free dinner, at least you thought remembering Helen’s words.

Taking a deep breath, the elevator dinged, and you stepped out to the hall.

You checked a hand mirror in your pocket to make sure your makeup was right, and that there weren’t any noticeable stains in your teeth. Your dress was blush pink, showing your shoulders and snug on your body with a flared skirt. Pink, how ironic- that mix of innocent white and passionate red. You had jewelry and earrings complete with heels. The heating broke throughout for a few hours, and you wore a coat over your dress from the chill of the building.

There it was, checking the notepad you had in your pocket and then double-checking, it was the right room- 2505. You entered, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

You knocked on the door and saw him. Your body froze at the sight of him. If this was real. If he was real. He was in a white dress shirt with a grey jacket and black tie. So simple, but so becoming. His eyes were soft when they looked at you, like the gaze of a doe. This couldn’t be the wild sex maniac the women of the High-Rise gossiped about. The man they went to for sex as they went to the spa for massages. Or was he?

“Hello, Robert….” You greeted.

He opened it.

“Please…come in…can I take your coat?”

“Yes…”

You sucked in the air when you felt him behind you, his hands raised up. Taking your coat. They were gentle as they brushed against your shoulders. You felt his eyes drink you in from behind. Seeing your dress. Seeing the outline of your body. But you did not raise an arm or hand to cover yourself, you let him look. He walked over and put the coat over a hook on the wall.

“Welcome, Y/N. You look lovely again. Make yourself at home,” he greeted with a smile.

Your chest fluttered as you mumbled a “thank you.”

You noticed the room- one wall had a tiny square of grey paint on it. But the other walls were tall and brown with rectangular columns- sleek and modern. A few boxes were in the back. There was a photo pinned to one wall of him in a casual shirt smiling and hugging a young woman. You thought you glimpsed a bed in one corner and promptly turned your head away to ignore it. Near the dinner table was a sliding glass door to a balcony like every house as the sun had finally set and it darkened to nighttime. The room was lit a little low- not garishly bright. But not too dark.

You saw him in his lovely suit and his tie. You smiled at him.

“Thank you so much, Robert. The place looks wonderful,” you complimented.

He gallantly pulled out the chair at the table for you. You made a smile too big for your face and your stomach fluttered. Robert made his way to the other end. There was the Riesling along with a small salad bowl and a meal.

“Well, what brought you here?” you asked.

Robert’s hand froze, fork in mid-air.

“It was my…my sister,” he answered.

“She invited you?”

“No, she died…” he replied.

This man at the party held himself like a demigod, a touch of the divine within him. But at the mention of his sister, here you were with the mortal half.

“Oh, Robert…that’s awful…” you said.

He began to blink. He then reached into his pocket, lit a cigarette with shaking hands, and began to smoke. His hands were still shaking after a several puffs with the cigarette. You saw a tear in the duct of his eye. You got up, went to your coat pockets, retrieved tissues, and hurried over to give him one.

“Here…here…” you said.

You heard sniffs. You then handed him a glass of water from the kitchen, and he began to gulp it up. His eyes were puffy with quiet tears. He then glanced at the photo.

“We were close. And she was the nicest, most genuine person you could imagine. She had a full life…but not a long one…” he continued.

“Robert, that’s still a tragedy…and you should grieve how you want….” You comforted, leaning closer to him.

Looking down at your hands, you saw they fidgeted. Glancing around the room, you wondered if now the right time was to even have this dinner. You retreated two steps from him.

“Do you need some space? I can go back to-”

“No! No- please! Please stay…” Robert pleaded, leaning forward in his chair, a hand up to stop you.

“Alright, I will.”

You returned to the chair and sat down.

“Sometimes, I’m over her. I think I’ve stopped crying…then it hits me…I’m sorry, Y/N, you weren’t expecting a crying mess….” He confided.

“I’m pretty sure losing a beloved sibling would make any person into a crying mess…” you reasoned.

He then looked at the dinner…

“We should start. The food might get cold,” he reasoned.

You sat down and began with the rolls in a basket on the table.

“So, tell me…tell me more about your job! I know you’re a doctor,” you queried.

“Well, I’m a physiologist. And a professor…” he said.

As he dug into the salad, his shoulders began to lower. His lips curled to a small smile as he looked at you.

“Not just a medical doctor? That’s impressive. That requires lots of studying to get approved!” you praised, nodding your head.

“I teach physiology to medical students in training. How to do autopsies. One poor chap flat out fainted once in the middle last month.”

“Well, can’t blame him! I see too much gore in a horror movie, and I have to cover my eyes!” you commented.

“It’s the human body! It’s fascinating!” he said, gesticulating with his hands.

He grinned wider and set the cigarette on an ashtray on the table. The salad and main course and side dishes vanished. Time passed easily talking to him. One topic you discussed excitedly so much that you had to freeze your hands from knocking over the Riesling bottle placed next to you. He lit a new one, and began to absent-mindedly smoke, but kept his eyes on you. You sipped on your glass and realized he had finished this.

“Oh, the bottle…it’s on the other side,” he commented.

“Here, let me bring it over. Would you like me to pour it for you?” you offered.

“Yes…”

You went over and poured the glass. He picked up the cigarette, the smoke curling up to twist and melt into the air. Then he looked at you with reverence above him. It was a nice picture. Domestic even. Your gaze met his and you pulled up the wine bottle before you could overflow his glass by accident.

Feminism was leaving your mind like filtering sand each second you laid eyes on him. Could you see yourself as his wife already? Was it too soon?

You could see yourself waking up next to him. Fixing him coffee in the morning. Adjusting his tie before he went to work, asking for him to tell you every bit of it as you gave him a demure kiss on the cheek. When it came to the time, he would be back home, you’d dress up with lipstick, skirts, pearls, and perfume just like now. You would have dinner prepared on the table or a hot bath too for good measure. He would enter and greet you with one of the smiles that made you flutter and a deeper kiss than that in the morning. You would pour him a drink when he came in. He’d praise the dinner but then look at you. Saying he’d rather devour you. Then pick you up. Carry you to the kitchen countertop. Shove away the leftover ingredients. He’d make hickeys across your pearl-draped neck. Then he'd push you to lie down on it. He’d lift your skirt, drop his pants and fuck you senselessly on the countertop until….

The footsteps of people out in the hall snapped you back. You felt your entire body clench, arousal already soaking your panties. A pit in your stomach with the food. You made yourself swallow the fantasy out. That was for later. You had to be present. Your body felt hot like it had a fever. Returning to your seat, you poured yourself another sip of Riesling. Grateful that he chilled it. Robert turned his head to the outside balcony, gesturing to it.

“Ah- look outside! It’s beautiful tonight! Sometimes I can hear the crickets…or see the stars,” he suggested.

The two of you went out to the balcony and looked up and out. You saw some stars, whatever wasn’t blocked by the fog of London nearby. Crickets chirruped from below. Both of you admired it for a few minutes.

He turned to you, flicking his cigarette off the end. It was like a tiny, red star before blinking into nothing. As if it dissolved into the night air before hitting the pavement.

“Y/N, thank you for earlier…and for returning the bottle…” he said with a smile.

“You’re welcome. They were dicks to you. And it’s a good wine. And thanks for opening up about your sister-I think there are half-off roses at the store. I’ll send some to you in her honor, just tell me a color…” you offered.

“I should be the one getting you flowers. I had work and had to cook the food- ran out of time,” he explained.

“Well, I’m not the one who needs it!” you quipped.

He chuckled warmly. You realized he was leaning closer. And you could pick up his scent- cigarette smoke and cologne mixed up in the drink that was Doctor Robert Laing. His eyes hypnotized you. His face, smooth and handsome, transfixed you. You felt his hands on your waist. You felt him lifting you up, sitting you down on hard brick and mortar. But your gaze never left his. You looked down and he up.

“Robert, I…” you began.

But the words stopped. Your thoughts stopped.

His eyes went to your lips. Then he touched your cheek. That cold, soft hand. He began to lean forward.

Oh God, Oh god, oh god, ShitFuckShitFuck, it was about to happen! You thought in a thrilled panic.

Before you could close your eyes and seal the kiss, you felt a gust of cold wind on your back. You were so transfixed by him that you didn’t register where he put you. Blinking and then turning around, you saw he had set you to sit on the balcony. Right over the twenty-five floors below to the hard concrete. A push of his arms and you were a goner.

You let out a scream.

You wrapped your arms around him. You clung onto him like a koala and buried your face into his neck.

“Robert! Please!” you cried.

You could feel his smile, but he wrapped his arms around you. His hands were on your back, supporting you, keeping you safe.

“Okay- it’s okay, I got you,” he assured.

“Take me off- now!” you insisted.

He wrapped his arms around you, picking you up like you were as light as a toy doll and setting you down. He wiped his hands on his sides.

“I’m so sorry. Some of the women liked that. I should have asked,” he apologized.

“It’s okay-you got me off!” you assured him.

“Here, I know what’ll make you feel better. I brought my records with me…would you like to hear one?” he asked.

You nodded. He brought out a box. There was such a wide variety that he collected. He insisted on not sticking religiously to one genre. Good music was good music. He offered you your choice of albums. You selected one of the old-school crooners from the fifties. He set it on and began to play it. The album started as you both sat there, listening. The music melting your adrenaline from the balcony. You turned and felt him look at you. He then offered an open hand.

“Can we…can we dance?” he offered.

“Yes.”

You felt him pull you up. You felt him take one hand in your other and you felt him reach an arm around your waist to your back. You both moved. It wasn’t as much dancing as it was gentle swaying. But he was so graceful, so soothing you didn’t care.

“Robert, why did you say yes to dinner?” you asked.

“I’ve been lonely here, Y/N. I wanted company. And after that party, I wanted your company…you made this lonely man feel a little less lonely in this place here.” he explained.

The crooner’s voice went up to end the song and a new one began.

“Your hands…they’re cold. Doctor’s hands are always cold,” you commented.

“Then here,” he offered.

Robert put one hand to his face, letting out an exhale. on the palm. Then he rubbed it on his pants. The friction creating more heat. Then he grasped your hand again.

“No cold hands, no?” he asked.

“Much better,” you nodded.

“Y/N, would you like to learn something medical?” he asked, continuing to sway with you.

“Yes.”

“You can feel the pulse in various places in the body, yes, but that includes your stomach. And that’s for a certain kind of pulse- PMI. Point of Maximum Impulse,” he explained.

“Where is it on me?” you asked.

“Well, can I touch you with my cold doctor's hands?” he quipped.

“Yes,” you answered with a giggle.

He lowered his hand to press the flesh gently beneath your left breast, and between rib bones. You inhaled sharply at his touch.

“There. That’s the PMI- one of the strongest beats from your heart. You can guess certain heart diseases feeling it,” he taught.

“And what can you tell about my pulse, Doctor Laing?” you asked.

His cheeks became pink at the word.

“That it’s…it’s racing…very fast.”

“And why does the heartbeat race? You’re the expert,” you teased.

“Anxiety or danger… but also excitement…”

“What about yours? How is your pulse?” you asked.

“Here…why don’t you tell me yourself…” he offered, smiling back.

You lifted your hand from his and placed it on the left side of his chest, over his grey jacket. You could feel it starting to race.

“It’s going fast too…” he whispered.

“From anxiety, danger…or excitement…”

“Yes…”

Robert then leaned forward, his nose grazing yours. An inch before, almost seeking permission. You gazed at each other’s eyes and then lips.

And finally, they touched sealing into a kiss. You felt him press you tight- an embrace you would never want him to release from. He held onto you. The music swelled- it was now a romantic ballad. He let go.

“I had a good night tonight,” Robert told you.

“I did too…”

His hand dropped to touch the side of your face. He kissed more and more. He pushed his tongue in, and you made a noise at the feel. Only to kiss him more. You felt his hand on your lower back press you closer. Your hips were connecting. Arousal soaked you down below. But even more this time. This time it was real. The friction made you chilled, hypnotized. Nothing, no one else mattered- except him.

“I…I don’t want it to end now….” He confessed.

He kissed you, but then you realized he had guided you right into the column before the kitchen, and he was pawing at your clothes, looking for the zipper in your back. Your mind then went blank in surprise.

“Robert- wait! Please, wait!” you pleaded breathily, putting a hand on his chest to stop.

He paused. His arms fell. A strand of hair was loose and his lips were bright pink.

“Did the ladies tell you about me?” you asked.

“No,” he reported.

“I know you’re experienced but I never…never did this before, Robert…” you explained.

“Oh...alright…” he nodded.

No comments. No words of lack of surprise nor total surprise. No laughter and no judgment. No teasing. He only accepted it as a fact, like the earth was round.

“I’m sorry. I got carried away. I got excited. I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot- but I’ll stop,” He apologized.

He took a few steps back.

Yet the look of him made you light-headed with lust. All yours if only for this night. The raving reviews of the women taunted your mind. And the creeping, slivering desire you felt for Robert Laing overwhelmed you. You realized you didn’t want to call it a night and return home. It was the first step of a steep hike. The view from above would be worth each nerve-wracking step. And that he felt for you…

Your heart was racing out of control. Your head was clear despite the wine, the pooling in your body was urging at you, telling you. It's time. You're ready. And you know it. You want this. You want him.

“I told you to wait… not to stop. Not completely. I trust you. I want this. And I want it to be you…” you directed.

“Are you absolutely sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied, stepping forward.

You slide a hand behind his head, through his hair. He kissed you further, deeper. You moaned into it.

“The bed. If it’s the first time, you need the bed…” he whispered.

You would let him have you anywhere, but you still smiled. He led you over there to that bed. He laid you down.

“Look at you in that dress, it made me want to ruin you the minute you came in,” he growled.

He kissed you hard and passionately. You sighed into it. Some gentle pressure from his push and you laid down on the bed. He laid on top of you and you felt his weight. It wasn’t to crush you, but just enough that it was like an embrace. You felt a gasp from your lips as he undid his tie and tossed it to the side. His hands raised your skirt. He grinned seeing the nicest lace underwear you had selected. Already visibly stained by how wet you were.

“Here…I’ll make you ready even more, darling…” he said.

He crept a finger down the hem. He then looked up.

“Can I?” he asked.

“Yes, you can…” you nodded.

You let out a gasp feeling his finger inside you. He moved it around and you shuddered. A gasp that stopped in your throat as he stretched you out, felt your walls, getting deeper. He explored you and you had to get used to it- the newness, the intrusion. But you didn’t want him out yet. He licked his lips as he curled it up, eliciting a small moan from you. You felt him move up your folds and then finding your clit. As he began to circle it, you splayed a hand over his back and grabbed onto his jacket. A shuddering sound escaped you. The man was fully clothed but you were already a mess for him. You began to writhe as he circled it more, in response, a groan came out of you.

“There?” he asked.

“There!” you confirmed in a gasp.

“More, my dear-more?” he asked.

“Yes…then keep them- oh!” you cried, interrupted as he put in a second finger.

You felt your own legs open wider for space. He found the right spot, and you began whimpering. Neck arching and close your eyes to keep feeling it. Then he removed it, wiping the juices on your thigh. You felt cold, and empty without them in you. But that was only the first stage; preparation.

“Can’t believe I’m your first. First to touch you. First to ruin you. First to fuck you. I don’t want any man after to compare to me,” he boasted.

Your fingers began to grip the sheets to steady yourself. Both of you tossed away your shoes.

He unzipped the back of your dress. You pulled him forward, kissing him again, but moving to the lobe of his ear, his neck. He removed your dress. He took off your stockings, kissing your stomach as it glided over and letting it float down to the floor. You were in a bra and underwear. You raised a hand to cup his cheek. Despite the shakiness in your hands and your own brain racing through the fog of arousal, fear, and thrill. You pulled him in to kiss him again, not caring that your teeth clank. He wrapped an arm around you, and you felt the warmth right on your skin.

“We have some walls to test here. I want you to be screaming for the neighbors to complain,” he voiced, taking off his jacket to toss on the floor.

You half sat up and helped him to undo the buttons of his white dress shirt. With a smooth movement, he removed his pants. You saw the erect outline through his white underwear. You felt your eyes widen as you saw him. Tanned and ripped, clear muscles, strong biceps, and a wide chest and shoulders. He smiled proudly as you sat there ogling him.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said.

“That’s good. I like what I see too. There’s just one thing that could be better,” he said.

He went back to kiss you and felt one hand reach to your bra strap in the back. Both of you forgot about the enforced chill of the apartments. You had the fire of bare skin on bare skin. He paused and looked down at your exposed breasts with a smile. He raised his hand, grazing a thumb over your nipple. You shivered from it.

“This exquisite and uninvaded. Untouched. Looks like I’ll have to end that…” he mumbled.

He wrapped his arms around you to pull you back down, and you peppered kisses all over his jaw and his neck. You even found his earlobe and pecked it. You felt his own hardness press on you as well as his leg. A thin line of cloth on both of you. Nothing more, nothing less. Keeping your bodies from joining. Ache. Need. You felt him against you. Your hips rocked to his and Laing let out a groan. He teased his hardness against your clothed entrance.

“And you know the procedure, Doctor?” you teased with a heated giggle.

“I know it well if you want it,” he replied, his breath hot against you.

“Yes, please…I need you to fuck me,” you mewled, arching your shoulders back, tits splaying.

You never heard this tone in your voice. Wanton. Downright pornographic. But here it was.

You felt his own hips against yours and a shudder between you both. Then he crawled up, and you felt his hardness outline on your stomach. He looked at you.

“Then, keep laying supine…and keep calling me Doctor…” he requested.

He kissed one breast, eliciting a moan from you. He moved on to the other. Your arms reached down until your fingers traced his shoulders. You found his hair and combed all ten of your fingers through it. He moved down to kiss your hip bone. His own hands went up, tracing the side of your leg.

You felt his long fingers splaying over your hip bones and the hem. He was slow- as if enjoying feeling every inch of you. Curling around the hem, he pulled the panties down your thighs. He put them through your knees, through your calves, and off. As if this was a ceremony. Your heart drummed further, your head spinning as he looked down on you. He looked at you bare. His eyes kept between your legs, licking your lips at the sight of your sex.

He removed his underwear and kicked it away. He was already dripping small pearls. You swallowed a gasp. He was monstrous…not that you had any before to compare it to. He returned to hover over you. He pried your legs open with his hands, warm from his breath but also the touch of your skin. You felt your own hips arch forward for him.

You glanced over to the side, seeing the night. It was dark against the soft lights of the apartment. The sky was clear. Stars finally outshone the city smog. A beautiful, peaceful night indeed. A perfect night to lose your innocence to Laing.

He then tipped a finger beneath your chin, moving you to face him.

“I want to see you, I want to look in your eyes when I’m the first one to fuck you, the first to enter you. I want you to look at me,” he rasped.

“Yes, Doctor.”

Looking right into his eyes, you opened your shaking legs. He sank into you. Bit by bit. Inch by inch. Moans coming out of you. Then he moved his hips and let it all in.

You let out one little cry when he was fully inside. You felt his own heartbeat over you, his skin, and his moan right next to your ear. Your walls adjusted to him. You felt yourself clutch onto his back. He panted right next to you. He kept his eyes on you. Knowing how special this moment was. He finally claimed you. Nothing else would change that now in the future. Robert Laing was the first to enter you. The first to show you sinful bliss.

Then he pulled his hips back. You sighed at the feeling of the coldness from lack of him, and he brought it back with a sloppy thrust.

Your breath hitched when finally, he was inside. You felt his own heartbeat over you, his skin, and a moan right next to your ear. Your walls adjusted to him. You felt yourself clutch onto his back. Then he pulled his hips back. You sighed at the feeling of the coldness from lack of him, and he brought it back with a sloppy thrust.

“There…there’s a good girl…like that…” he rasped.

He thrust into you again, and again. A voice flew out of you, a voice you never knew you had. He began to pick up only slightly. You gasped- you liked this.

“Yes! Yes, yes! Doctor-fuck- yes!!” you hissed.

You tilted your head back, eyes closing to enjoy the sensation when he cupped your jaw and pulled it down. You opened your jaw as he traced a finger over your lips.

“Remember-eyes on me….” He panted.

You let his face meet yours. His lips grazed yours in an open kiss. He even took his forehead and pressed yours against it. You felt his breath hot against you.

“Angel, can you…can you take more?” he asked.

You nodded, your hands reaching to that strong back and digging your nails in. He responded by snapping his hips right into you, such a hard pull you felt the invasion arrange your insides.

“Doctor!” you cried out.

It was the sweetest invasion, the pinprick of pain that brought pleasure. He picked up the speed. His own groans from his pink lips serenade your whorish moans. Then more.

“Fuck, you’re-you’re tight. Shit-shit- taking me so well, there- there’s- fuck!-my good girl,” he whimpered as he picked up the pace.

You felt yourself get dizzy. Your hands around, reaching his hair and raking your nails deeper onto his back. He had found the right spot, your hips meeting his, but angling- deeper, with the speed increasing. You were sliding against the bed, yet you weren’t stopping him. He then took your lower thighs and lifted them, he reached the upper angle, near your clit. He was getting rougher.

“Doctor-Yes-oh, Jesus- Yes-yes!” you were yelling.

His thrusts were wilder. Faster. He grunted and groaned, eyes down on you. Here was the passionate man the women raved about. The desk next to the bed was shifting around with how deeply, quickly, and powerfully he was fucking you. And the bed itself was denting against the wall.

Something was bubbling inside you. Building up. He was cursing, then crying out your name. Something was building in you. Like you were going to break if you let it grow. Like you would die. But you wanted to. at the sound as he slammed you, hips slamming into yours as he kept up the fast rhythm. All as he looked you in the eye and you in his eyes. Then he put a finger in your slit and curled it on your nub.

The pleasure was rising. More moans came out of you. Not quiet ones. Bubbling up wilder as he stroked you there. About to spin out of control. You weren’t going to last.

“D-Doctor- I think I’m- I think I’m going to-“

“Cum-darling-cum, cum with me!” He was yelling as well, meeting your volume.

It built higher, higher, until-

You let out a last, loud cry.

The spinning pleasure snapped in you. You took in a slight gasp as the shockwaves of your peak. You felt him give a last shout of your name as he came too. He was pulsing inside you, and you felt yourself shake, an ache in your own pussy and legs. The record had stopped playing and there was only the white noise of the vents above you. The heat had come back on. Not that you or Robert needed it.

You fell together, feeling the eclipse of your shared high. You saw the ceiling spin above you. Slowly arriving back to. The apartment reeked of sex, of your bodies, of sweat, and the heat of passion. He pulled out of you; you could hear his own quick breaths. Trying to catch his own. Your entire body was heavy from your climax, craving sleep.

“Are you okay?” he asked, touching a hand to your shoulder.

“I’m…I’m tired…tired and wonderful,” you replied.

He smiled.

“I’m glad then…” he said.

You nestled close and wrapped an arm around him. Good night, you couldn’t have asked for a better hour.

“Robert, Thank you. I’m glad it was with you…” you complimented.

“So, I take that you liked it?” he quipped.

“I loved it- Doctor,” you answered with a giggle.

As you nestled closer to him, he laughed back with you. The laughter made his body under your arms jilt up and down. The sound rumbled and echoed through your skin. There was something pure about it. Sweet.

He let go. But it felt too soon. You wanted to hold him for longer. Cuddle him. Kiss him on the cheek and forehead. Call him every pet name under the sun. You leaned on your side and traced the outline of his cheek down to his shoulder. He blinked and watched your hands, unused to the intimacy. Then he shifted closer to lay on his side parallel to you. You wrapped your arms around each other.

“Can I stay?” you proposed.

His eyes went wide. His jaw went slack. Then he nodded.

“Yes- Y/n, please! I never had anyone stay over the night…” he confessed.

Your eyebrows shut up.

“You’re kidding!” you gasped.

Comparing you to his ex-lovers on a first date wasn’t a wise choice for a man. But there was a sadness in his voice. It made you halt. It made you listen.

“They’d take me. And then they’d leave. Not say a word when I passed them at the store. Like I was no different than their plumber…”

You traced a finger over his bare chest. Drawing figures as he beamed down at you.

“Then I’ll stay…but I might need my toothbrush tomorrow. My breath will stink if you kiss me in the morning,” you reminded him.

“I’ll brave it then,” he responded.

He leaned in to kiss you. Both of you settled in closer. Never letting go of the other. Discussing everything. Discussing nothing. Your exhaustion from your orgasm won over and you both melted into a peaceful sleep, there in room 2505.

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▻ 𝙻𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

▻ “One bed with Laing“ request by the lovely @muddyorbs

▻ warnings: 18+ smut, alcohol, light voyeusism, bit of choking kink, language, dom!Laing vibes

“Laing?” you called out as the door to the bathroom in apartment 27 b was opened. 

It wasn’t your original apartment though. Since the high rise 'still has to settle' to quote Royal some pipes were mocking, spilling water all over the 25th and 28th floor. 

Fate had decided doctor handsome also known as Robert Laing and you were paired up to share one of the apartments still for sale to bide your time until the tinsmiths were done. 

You were sure the building just wanted to punish you. Doctor Laing was incredibly fine, his face a work of art. His body in no way inferior when he sunbathed on the balcony, making your panties suffer.

“Yes, darling?” his soothing voice snaked across the corner so smoothly. Your knees feel like jelly once again. He had started to call you darling yesterday morning as you bumped into each other in the bathroom. 

Awkward was not a way to describe how you had felt almost naked in front of the tall man who was soaking wet, only a towel hiding his privates women were lionizing.

But you just couldn't manage to speak freely to Laing, needless to say the plan to ask him out never became reality.

“I… erm, listen I work here in the building but your Job is so hard and you need the good sleep” you answered from the kitchen not really getting straight to the point. 

Casually looking like elegant sex on legs the doctor strode in your field of view, doing the final touches of a black tie. He looked neat, precisely composed by daylight whereas the whole high rise knew that Laing could be an insatiable party animal.

“Beautiful woman, listen…” he purred coming closer, his cologne mingling with your freshly poured coffee. A kind of weird mixture you would be pleased to wake up to every day.

Stunned, you stood there, eyes glued on his veiny, big hand that wrapped around yours holding the mug. His unique oceanic gaze captured you with a wave of suave whispers, his voice now even deeper.

“What kind of gentleman would deny you the only bed in here?” 

Your grip around the porcelain melted underneath Laing’s tender but determined hand. 

“But like I said, we can-“ 

“No” the doctor simply chuckled, smirking as he hoisted the cup to his lip level. Your hand quickly surrendered and slipped off. A kind of submission you haven't planned. 

“We will not ask Royal for permission to move in a three chambers apartment, dear.” Laing noted before taking another big sip of your coffee.

“Rules are designed to be followed, are they not?” Carefully, he slid the mug back in your meanwhile frozen hand and turned around with his open jacket swaying in the swift motion.

But the tall blonde whose tantalizing legs went all the way up to the rooftop, stopped for a second when he grabbed the silver doorknob.

“See you at the party, darling”.

“Have a good day, doctor” you chirped seeing him wink at you before there was only silence surrounding you in the apartment that wasn’t yours.

Sighing and mourning the majority of coffee Laing had claimed just like that, you weaved past the kitchen counter, eyes falling on the couch that was his makeshift bed. 

“Fuck this” you murmured to yourself, eyeing the neatly folded sheets with curiosity sparkling in your eyes.

He had such a calculated, correct nature to himself yet shamelessly drank your coffee and always came home with his dress shirt sluttishly open and appearing ready for some debauchery. 

Which he often caused or at least relished in a few floors above.

Tonight, the party at Charlotte’s… Laing had asked you to come but normally those things weren’t quite your thing. All the drunk people, drugs, loud music and so on. 

Fumbling with the hem of your skirt your thoughts trailed off to your wardrobe, the black silk dress to be exact. No, it was too expensive to just bide it’s time on a hanger.

Perhaps the parties here were different to all the college booze-ups, you mused enjoying the last drops of hot coffee. Butterflies tormented your belly when your lips met the exact same spot Laing’s had caressed the red mug. 

Clenching your thighs at the lewd thought of him kissing along your shoulders, suckling on your collarbone you made a decision; the handsome man with this special note of madness would see you at that fucking party. 

“Where the hell is Laing?” Charlotte yelled, her voice barely audible between heavy beats and her hand resting on your ass. The slutty silk covered your upper thighs but that was it.

Two glasses of white wine had worked reliably, pulling your consciousness in a spiral of false bravery and sexual confidence.

Your friend was damn right.

Where was mister handsome now that you felt loosened up?

“Ladies… lookin’ sharp tonight, don’t ya?“ Wilder’s agitated voice suddenly made you flinch, the liquid in your glass gushing and splashing as you tripped over the rolled up carpet edge. 

With a shriek you found yourself in strong arms keeping you from falling, a familiar cologne send hints through your nostrils. 

“Wilder, my boy... You’re scaring her“ Laing chuckled, a blurry warning embedded in his quip.

You looked up, Laing looking down at you with his charming smile. A thousand sweet needles pricked your skin as the goosebumps spread across your legs. There he was.

How the hell were you able to withstand this god of a man’s magnetic pull for such a long time?

One of his dirty blonde eyebrows were raised as he sucked in his lower lip, completely fascinated by your cleavage on full display in that position. But you let him, marinated in the handsome doctor’s hungry gaze every single woman in the high rise tried to attract shamelessly.

“You did have quite a few drinks, huh darling?“ 

“Maybe… It’s Charlottes fault tho“ you giggled, a disoriented hand reaching out for your friends reassuring touch.

The alcohol did help to feel flirty nevertheless, Laing was weirdly intimidating like this; hair sleazily disheveled, jacket god knows where and dress shirt halfway open exposing his chiseled chest adorned by subtle hints of blonde curls. 

But she was gone, yelling across the room from a free couch instead. 

You took a glance at Laing who had pushed you back on your legs now, hand lingering on your ass for an inappropriate time. Whereas everything going down in the high rise was highly inappropriate, needless to say far from legal or sane.

And the man who looked so neat in the mornings was inhaling the poisoned air as if it was clean oxygen.

“Come, sit on my lap, y/n“ it sounded as sugary as a romantic ask yet making your lower muscles tense up in magical anticipation. You’ve never been that close to Laing except of a few hugs before he was off to university.

Everyone knew his thighs were a dangerous place to be.

However, when you finally straddled him, his sharp jaw resting on your shoulder while he spoke to his friends with that low timbre, you nearly imploded. 

Track of time was long lost with Laing, Charlotte and countless other residents forgetting about the world and going feral. 

“Could you prescribe me some uppers?” Charlotte mewled trying to hinder Wilder from biting her exposed thighs.

Laing’s “no” was a deep gravelly eruption, the vibrations transferring to your already sizzling core. 

His demanding hand snaked underneath your arm, dexterous digits sprawled across your lower belly as the doctor held you firmly in place. 

“Á propos, did you know the female orgasm can be just as effective?” 

Gasping, a cherry tone shot up to mingle with your rosy blush. As if under a spell, your body leant closer to explore the sensation of his bare chest against your back while your mind drowned in his suggestive words.

“I bet Doctor Laing is experienced in anatomy” something drove you to coo, making him shift underneath you. 

A rock hard erection was pressed against your clothed pussy. Laing made zero effort to hide his obvious arousal. 

“Especially in female anatomy” the lewd oath accompanied a wanton twitch of his length, drawing a dirty moan from the depths of your lungs.

The last bits of shame and common reason let your hand fly to cover your scarlet lips. 

But Laing’s elegant fingers wrapped around your own, gently but dominantly pulling them down, the tips lewdly hooking in your lower lip. 

He tasted clean, the aura of disinfectant embracing a sweet hue of cranberry syrup. 

“Look around, pet” he purred in your ear, his hot tongue tickling your earlobes as he spoke. You knew you would never be sated with his rich voice and the English accent dripping like molten gold let him appear so snobby. 

And you obeyed, head tilting to the right as your eyes, sensitive to every flash and motion, scanned the loud party. Clothes were scattered on the floor or adorning men and women in a halfway ripped state.

Feeling your jaw trying to drop against Laing’s hand, you took in the obscene images of people naked, panting, moaning… fucking. 

Charlotte was on her knees for Wilder, the alcohol not leaving her unfazed as well while the young woman from the 26th spread her legs for a manager from the upper thirties.

It was heavy yet incredibly salacious to your mind. 

“Can- can we le-?“ But your question faded with a subtle buck of Laings hips allowing his clothed cock to slip between your wet folds.

The lack of panties wasn’t helping your working nerves, eager to find out what more of his body against yours would feel like.

How he could make you feel with his cock… maybe even better than his teeth sinking in your neck?

“Apologies, what were you saying?“ The smug man chirped, winking as you looked back at him. His cheeks were painted with a subtle red only underlining his bone structure that was nothing but the one of a Greek god; sharp, accurate and alluring.

“More…I want more of you“.

A ridiculously short time later you found yourself in the huge bedroom of your shared apartment, swaying in Laing’s arms after he had put 'My Way of Life' on the vintage record.

One of the few items he had brought along from his original apartment and what made you even more curious about this complex man.

“You want me to show you pleasure?“ Laing purred, his big hand still resting on the small of your back, drawing seducing circles.

As if he was clinging to the gentleman that was lingering somewhere deep within him but had long lost to a more primal nature.

Sinatra’s melodic voice still rung in the background as you lost yourself in the baby blues, feeling the white wine bubbling on your puffy lips. Doctor Laing was a twisted drug, even more arousing than any alcohol Charlotte had talked you in…

Your demure nod brushed his agape mouth as he leant down, guiding his hot breath to fan the fresh bite marks on your neck. He smelled like luxurious Champagne goading you to accept and await his feverishly skimming lips.

The passionate kiss was promise and salvation at the same time, his rough tongue objecting to Laing's gentlemanly image.

Probably the sexiest discrepancy.

“I will now, darling. But you’re too fucking sexy to claim with those men around. I know what they’d try but the doctor doesn’t share“

Laing snapped, inviting the maniac that slumbered within to get a hand tight on the steering wheel.

Greedy hands clasped around your waist, suddenly pushing you backwards on the bed, hoisting and guiding your body like it weighed as light as a feather.

You could swear you saw the white fabric of his shirt almost burst from his flexing trained shoulders. 

“I thought I should take the bed for myself?“ You giggled, gasping for air as his pearl white teeth sunk in the soft flesh under your breasts. Those have been his own words the day you involuntarily moved in together.

You were just giving him a taste of his own medicine. Or chivalry as Laing would call it in the sober mornings.

Perhaps he was some weird kind of gemini; two-faced like the 24 hours of the day split into daytime and night.

A dark chuckle greeted your ass when Laing roughly gripped your ankles, flipping you around and roaming across your beautiful butt cheeks while his nose pushed the hem of your dress up. 

“Yes, for sleeping. But for now I will fuck you so thoroughly, the only thing you need to worry about is walking tomorrow“.

You whined, bursting with anticipation for this irritatingly handsome man to make true to his words. It felt too good to be on full display for Laing hungry with need and desire. 

Staying down, enjoying the view of the most alluring woman in the high rise, Laing's left hand found your neck.

Twitching at the feeling of fabric slipping across your head, caging your throat you tried to find out what was happening.

“Shhh...hold still for me, dear“ Laing pulled his black tie, now adorning your neck, tighter, chuckling when you tried to wriggle out. I vain, of course what mercilessly goaded his pulsing cock.

A kinky man, you grinned silently, ready for him to push you in his own twisted world.

“Fuck“ his baritone rung from behind before he redirected his attention, nibbling on the soft flesh “you’re gorgeous“.

“Gods, doctor Laing would you fuck me already?“ Your ass wiggled wantonly, accompanying your decadent plea so the blonde man couldn’t help it but loose himself completely.

“Up on all fours and spread, darling. The doctor needs some space to work“.

A rough tug of the tie around your throat made you gasp but rapidly transformed in the ardent sensation of submissiveness.

His voice was dripping with a wicked dominance nearly finishing your wet pussy. However, his charming coos of 'darling' wooed the shit out of your heart feeling like a reward for the subtle tries of flirting for days. 

The unbuckling of his belt, hidden by the dress shirt hanging sluttishly open, rung like a church bell inviting you to sin. 

“La- Laing… please“ you shuddered, nails buried in the duvet as he dragged the wide tip of his cock through your throbbing folds, relishing in every visible twitch of your muscles. 

The smug smirk was audible when he rasped in your ear from behind “It’s doctor Laing, hm?“ And then he breached you for the first time.

Slowly, intimately inch by fucking inch until your parted lips summoned the sweetest sounds underneath him. 

“Come on…ahhh fuck…y-you almost made it“.

His words send sparkling stars to flash in front of your eyes when the promise became too sweet. Fuck, you didn’t even know if you could take it but your dizzy body was more than willing to try.

“You are my way of my life - The only way I know“ Sinatra sang in the background while the intoxicating man from the 25th floor claimed you, and overwhelmingly so.

Bucking your hips when you felt his cold hand against your sex, Laing scoffed through gritted teeth, the sound something primal and needy.

“You did it. Good girl“ he purred leaning over and circling your clit in lavish strokes before finally withdrawing to grip your hips.

Moaning like a whore as you realized he was checking if his cock was fully buried within you, Laing started pulling out.

The black fabric that wantonly connected his hand with your sensitive throat occasionally jerked, opening the heavy doors to hyper-stimulation.

Hundreds of stars you had seen a flash of before returned as colorful fireworks with the brutal pace he was setting. An obscene smell of sex infiltrated your shared apartment, the bed creaking and shaking from his recklessly snapping hips. 

Bruises would adorn your hips soon but you couldn’t care less. The handsome doctor pushed you closer to release with every thrust knocking the air out of your exited lungs. 

“Oh godd… do-doctor Laing, please“ but you had long forgotten what exactly you were begging for.

His whoreish grunts and slaps of your reddened ass were more aphrodisiac than you could take. Hearing his breath quickening, you awaited the next slap because you learnt it would mean a soft caress after.

“Ngh shit... y-you’re so tight“.

For you, you thought, completely numb to the terrific thoughts of what could happen tomorrow morning when you both would wake up sober again.

“Are you coming for me, darling? Oooh, you are…I can feel your perfect pussy gripping me… f-fuck“.

Robbed of control over your body, your head dropped down in orgasmic defeat. Glassy eyes watched the decadent way you were united, Laing’s wide cock wet and disappearing inside your core over and over again in a dizzying pace.

“Uh-huh“ was all you were capable of with mouth agape, hormones running riot in your system. 

“Do it, gorgeous. Show me how…ohhh damn…much you need me“ he grunted, own head lolling back with his disheveled curls bobbing in the doctor’s relentless thrusts. 

Increasingly, your nerves began to sizzle like electric wires out of control. But it all wasn’t enough Laing decided under a heavy moan of your name when your knees lost contact to the bed, floating under his powerful grip.

His cock was triggering every sweet spot in this new angle, making the unbeatable sensation of the first penetration make do with the second place.

All the tension suddenly snapped as you cried out, feeling like dying the most enticing death life had to offer.

As if he wanted to hear every tone and note you had to give to praise him, the tie dropped from his grasp.

Laing made you ride out your orgasm, giving you long, deep thrusts to sweetly remind you of his presence until your feet hit solid ground again. 

Panting with legs wobbly and slowly giving up under your own weight, your eyes fluttered shut.

Thoroughly spent but still burning like a wildfire. 

“Ah, ah!“ Laing chided “I'm not done... you better start counting now“ his voice husky from suppressing his own climax and moaning loud enough for the whole 27th floor to hear.

“One“…

thank you for reading!! I hope you liked it Ally 💚

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[liminalpebble]

Hey my loves,

So, I'm really enjoying this experience of writing short drabbles based on requests or as a therapeutic outlet (for me, or you, or both). This is new for me, but I would really love for you to drop some requests in my ask box for short works from fluff to smut, good to dark, whatever floats your boat. Even letters from the character. Feel free to ask. It gives me a lot of joy in a weird way, in a weird time.

Characters I write for: Loki and most of Tom's other characters , Eddie Munson, Hux

Have at it hoes. I love you 😘

Peb

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[holdmytesseract]

Miracles

Robert Laing x fem!Reader

Request:

"Hi beautiful person🖤

Can I request a story with Robert Laing from High rise?

Maybe the reader being the daughter of the architect and they’re having cute secret dates on the rooftop.

She gets pregnant later on and they have to open up but her father reacts good?🥺

Tyyyou❣️" - Requested by a nonny! 😄

Summary: After a year of dating Robert in secret, due to your strict father - the architect, Anthony Royal, you discover that you had fallen pregnant. How is Robert going to react to the sudden news? More important... How is your father going to react?

Warnings: fluff, bit of angst and drama? mentions of pregnancy, small age gap

Word Count: 2,8k

a/n: Another Robert request - and I absolutely adored it! 🥰 Thank you, kind nonny, for your sweet words and for requesting! I hope you like enjoy it! 😊

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If you want to be added to my Tom taglist, please let me know! 😊

MASTERLIST

"And you are really sure he can't see us here?" I giggled at my boyfriend's words, before answering the question he had asked for the millionth time this evening. "Yes, Robert, to 100 per cent. I swear." I skidded closer to him and propped my head up on my elbow, so I could look at him, smiling. "He won't see us." I tried to reassure him again, tracing his perfect jawline with my thumb. Robert captured my hand gently with his and brought it up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on my knuckles. I looked into his oceanic blue eyes - and saw everything I ever wanted and needed in my life.

Robert and I met coincidentally and in the probably most innocent way possible... In the elevator. There's probably not much more to say about it. I was sprinting for the elevator, Robert held the steel doors open for me, I thanked him, we talked, and the rest is history. There was immediately a spark between us. Something special. Magical. We met again a few times - on coincidence and at some point, fell in love with each other. I loved Robert and Robert loved me. We just clicked. It was like... Connecting two points with each other. Or finding the missing puzzle piece.

There was just one problem... My father. Anthony Royal. A wealthy man, visionary - and the architect of the High Rise. Yes... He was the man behind all this. It had always been his dream to build something like the High Rise. It took him years and years, but here we were now, all living on the top floor of this gigantic house. Now, why he was the problem you ask? Well... He was utterly protective of me. Being his only child - a daughter, who wasn't a teenage girl anymore wasn't easy for him. He knew that at some point, I would take my life into my own hands - and that was what my father was afraid of. Of letting me go. But the most difficult topic for him in connection with me was men.  He was very picky and distrustful. It seemed like no man was enough for me in his eyes - and that was the reason, why I kept Robert a secret. I didn't want my dad to know yet. He would only destroy our love. I was certain. He wouldn't like Robert; despite that he was a doctor and therefore well educated. The reason? He was six years older than I was. My father didn't tolerate a boyfriend who was over three years older than myself. He was convinced that such men would only use me - a young, wealthy woman - for their pleasures and then just drop me like a hot potato.

So, I kept Robert my secret boyfriend. We had cute, small dates from time to time - as often as somehow possible, without my father noticing. Sometimes, we met on the rooftop, in our secret corner, watched the sunrise, did a bit of stargazing or picnicked. We hardly left the High Rise, because that would've maybe been too obvious. But, of course, I also sneaked out or thought of several excuses to do that - for example that I needed to go earlier to work or grocery shopping. We went to a few parties together as well - which ended in the majority of cases in Robert's apartment. In his bedroom, to be exactly. But not just after parties... Anyways, there always was a way for me and Robert to meet. Our love found its way - always.

In that past year, I was the happiest I had ever been. Robert made me happy - but then something happened neither I or him saw coming. And yet it was both our fault...

Pregnant. That was what the friendly female doctor had said to me, only mere twenty minutes ago - and I honestly couldn't believe it, neither explain it. Sure, there was only one way for a thing like this to happen, I wasn't stupid, but Robert and I were always so careful. Always using protection and making sure that nothing happened. Well... It did. A million thoughts were running through my mind. How could that happen? When did it happen? Was it too early in our relationship to happen? Was I ready for this? Was Robert ready for this? Would he be happy about it? And, oh gods... What would my father think about it? There was no way in not telling him something like this. I could hide a relationship - a boyfriend, but a pregnancy? Rather not. At some point, it would be obvious. No way in hiding it. I tried to stay calm, took a few deep breaths. I wanted to talk to Robert first. This was first and foremost a matter between the two of us. He was the father of this baby, so he definitely had the right to know before everyone else. So, I didn't go home after my visit at the doctor's office. Instead, I went straight to the medical school Robert worked in. I just hoped he didn't have a lesson right now... Making my way inside the building, I headed straight for the reception desk. I never visited him at work before, so I had absolutely no clue where his office was. "Excuse me?" I asked the elderly woman, sitting at the desk. Her hair was grey-ish and her face framed by thick glasses. Her gaze was directed at the wooden surface, but when she heard my voice, she immediately looked up. "Hello." I smiled shyly at her. "Hello, young lady. What can I do for you?" "I-I am looking for Dr. Laing... Is he in his office, or...?" I was still a bit shaken up and overwhelmed by the news I just received. The woman could clearly tell. "He is in the house, yes, but not in his office. He's in a lesson, which started-" She looked down at her watch, then on a schedule, pinned to the pinboard behind her. "A few minutes ago, and ends in two hours." My heart fell. Two hours?? "Oh... O-Okay... Thank you." I was on the verge of turning around and leave, when she stopped me. "But I can page him, see if he got a few minutes." My eyes widened. "R-Really? You would do that for me?" The woman nodded and smiled friendly. "It seems urgent. Are you his girlfriend?" I nodded, smiling back. "I-I am and it is, yes. Thank you." The woman turned around and paged him, before she faced me again, smiling once more. "He'll be here in a few minutes. You can sit over there on one of the chairs and wait for Dr. Laing." I let out a breath, was really relieved. "Okay, thank you." "No problem." I sat on one of the chairs and waited, nervously fumbling with the fabric of my blouse.

Not even five minutes later, I heard quick steps echoing off the walls of the long, wide hallway. "Y/N?" Robert's voice urged to me. He was audibly confused and also a little bit worried. I quickly turned my head in his direction and stood up. He was walking straight towards me, clad in his white coat. "Robert!" I decided to meet him on the way, immediately throwing my arms around him. I was so happy to see him; knowing that I wasn't alone. I felt how his muscles tensed. "What's wrong? What are you doing here?" I pulled back from the hug, so that I was able to look straight into his oceanic blue eyes. "I-I... I had to see you. I-" I interrupted my own sentence, needed to take a deep breath, felt the nervosity rushing through me once again. "Y/N, dear." Robert called my name, cupping my cheeks in his hands. "Take a deep breath and tell me what happened." I did what he said. "Remember, when I told you that I didn't feel well sometimes? Nauseous, tired and so on?" He nodded. "Yes." "Well... I-I was at the doctor's office half an hour ago, a-and she told me..." Robert brushed his thumbs in a reassuring manner over the skin on my cheeks. "She told you what?" "T-That I'm p-pregnant. You're g-going to b-be a d-dad, Robert." That was exactly the moment I was afraid of... What Robert was going to say. I already expected the worst - but... Robert started to smile? He smiled? It wasn't a normal smile, though. It was a knowing smile. "Why are you smiling like that?" Robert shook his head, smiling even brighter. I blinked, while my brain tried to connect the dots. Wait a minute... "You knew?! Didn't you?!" Once again, the man shook his head, but the look on his face betrayed him. "I may be a doctor of physiology, but a doctor nevertheless..." My jaw dropped. "You knew and didn't say a single word?! Robert!" "No, darling. I didn't know. I just suspected it. Two entirely different things. And I didn't tell you anything, because I didn't want to worry you and just jump to conclusions." He said, trying to reassure me. "But now, I know for sure - and I couldn't be happier. You know, I thought a lot about this. Since you started to show these symptoms. I imagined what it would be like to become a father. Weighed the options. Thought about if I'd be ready if that was really the case. I am - and I can't help but to like the idea." I blinked again, before breathing out relieved and happy. "R-Really? Y-You mean that?" Robert nodded, taking my hands in his. "I mean it. I love you, Y/N - and I can't imagine another woman to be the mother of my children." A bright smile spread over my face and I literally jumped into his arms, hugging him close to me. "Careful, darling. Not that we hurt the precious cargo, you are carrying." I had to giggle at his words, shaking my head.

It was a happy day. It truly was - until I came back down to earth, realising that I had to tell it my father. There was no other way. Robert and I talked a lot about it and decided that the sooner we told him, the better it was.

So, a week after I had received the news that I was pregnant, we attempted to tell my father that Robert and I were together. We couldn't trop both bombs straight away, could we? It would've been too much to handle for him. One thing was clearly enough.

I was nervous as hell. A nervous wreck wasn't enough to describe the state I was in - and it didn't get better...

"You have a what?" My father asked critically and with a raised eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. "A-A boyfriend." He inhaled deeply, before gesturing towards the sofa. "Sit down, please." I did what he asked me to, sat down. He poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip of the red liquid. "Name?" "Robert Laing." "Where does he live?" "Here, in the High Rise." "What is he doing for a living?" "H-He's a doctor in physiology a-and teaches students i-in the medical school." My father raised his eyebrows. "A doctor, you say?" I nodded. "Y-Yes." "So he's a wealthy man and earns good money." "Dad!" I exclaimed. "What? That's important. I don't want to lose my only daughter to a scapegrace." I rolled my eyes, already slightly annoyed. It was always the same. "No, it's not. I love him and he loves me. That's what matters!" My father answered nothing, just took another sip of his wine, before he continued to bombard me with questions. "Good manners?" "The best." "He treats you right?" "Always spoils me." "Age?" There it was. The question. It always came. I sighed, knew exactly what was about to happen. "H-He... He turned thirty last month." My father's eyes widened. "Thirty? Y/N... He is six years older than you are! Six!" I knew it. "I know! But age doesn't matter! Love is love, dad! Six years are nothing! Please... Please just give him a chance!" He didn't say a single word, just clenched his jaw. "Please." "You really love him, do you?" I nodded quickly, tears building up in my eyes. "Yes... So, so much. Please..." He huffed and sighed, but started to nod. "Alright." A squeal of joy left my lips. "Yes! You are going to like him, I promise! He's a wonderful man!"

And what shall I say? My father really liked Robert. I was literally speechless, while watching them talk and laugh together. For a moment I thought I was in the wrong movie. My father liking my boyfriend, who is six years older than me? Nah... I never saw that coming. But something about Robert seemed to fascinate my father; intrigued him. Perhaps it was his charm? I mean, I fell for that, too... Sure, the scenes I witnessed were utterly strange and I really couldn't believe my eyes, but at the end of the day, I was just happy that they got along. Dad didn't even mind, that I hid Robert from him for a whole year. It was a miracle, honestly.

A month passed, in which Robert and my dad spent a lot of time together. And with that, I mean a lot. Hence, they even started to play squash together! The day Robert told me that, I asked him if he didn't just dream it. He didn't. Father even accepted that I moved into Robert's apartment. After that, I decided that it was probably time to tell him. Robert agreed. I thought it was maybe for the best when I spoke alone to him first - to which Robert also agreed.

"Dad?" I called out softly, knocking on the door to his office. "Come in!" Came the answer straight back. I took a deep breath, then stepped inside the small hut. He greeted me with a soft smile. "Y/N, sweetheart, what brings you to me so early in the morning?" I bit my lip nervously and shrugged my shoulders. "Robert just left for work a-and I just thought I could visit you." He smiled. "Well, I am always happy to see my daughter. Sit down, have a cup of tea with me. Or coffee?" "Tea is fine, thank you."

After sipping my tea and doing a bit of the usual small talk, I couldn't wait any longer. I had to get over with it. "There's actually a reason why I'm here... I... I have to tell you something." His eyes widened. "You won't break up with Robert, are you??" I shook my head, "No, dad! God's no! I never would!"

giggling at his words. He really liked him. "But it has something to do with Robert..." My father eyed me, curious about what I was going to say. His stare made me only more nervous... "Please... Please don't get mad, okay?" He raised an eyebrow in suspicion and shrugged his shoulders. "I will try, but I can't promise." That didn't calm my nerves at all. He was really being no help. "O-Okay so... Uh... How do I say that?" A nervous laughter escaped my mouth. "I, uh, we... Robert and I, we... We are g-going to have a b-baby. I-I'm pregnant." My dad's eyes widened, jaw dropping. His face was literally frozen in shock. He just stared at me like that for a good minute. "D-Dad? Say something? P-Please?" "P-Pregnant?" He stuttered out after a few more moments. I nodded, fiddling with the handle of empty tea mug. "Robert is the f-father, yes?" "Of course he is, dad! As if I would ever cheat on the man of my dreams!" "I-I'm going to be a... a grandfather?" I smiled sweetly at him, resting a hand on the very small bump. "Yes, dad... You are." My father's eyes met mine again, glistening with tears. In the blink of an eye, I was wrapped up in a tight hug. "Oh that makes me so happy, sweetheart. I-I never thought I would have the privilege of calling myself a grandfather - but now it's suddenly happening! You can't imagine how proud I am of you! A child..." He said, voice trembling. "And that with such a great man like Robert." To hear those words coming from my father's lips caused a huge weigh to get lifted off my chest. I honestly didn't know what I would've done, if he didn't share our happiness. "Thank you, dad. This means the world to me."

Yeah... I was sure this was not just one, but at least three miracles.

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[lokidbadguy]

POV: Robert has obsession with you |PETITION FOR TOM PLAYING SOME OBSESSIVE TWISTED CHARACTERS

#lokisaidkneel #lokidbadguy #robert laing #dr robert laing #high rise fanfic #high rise movie #tom hiddleston edit #tom hiddleston fic #tom hiddleston #hiddlestoners #hiddleston #professor! hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #loki #loki laufeyson #loki fic #loki fanfic

[hannahhook7744]

A Dr. Jiminy episode featuring Pinocchio and Alice please?

Dr. Jiminy: So, Pinocchio, did you know Alison wasn't your daughter?

*shocked gasping from the crowd*

Pinocchio *raises eyebrow*

Alice *giving Jiminy the 'are you kidding me look'*

Lampwick *from the crowd* I hope so because I'd be concerned if he didn't know that the kid his wife had before he met her wasn't his bio kid!

Dr. Jiminy: SECURITY!

Lampwick *running from security* I REGRET NOTHING, YOU OVERSIZED GRASSHOPPER!

Dr. Jiminy: FOR THE LAST TIME, I'M A CRICKET!

Alice *to the crowd* for the record, my daughter is adopted. I didn't even marry Pinocchio until She was 6 months old—something JIMINY was aware of!

Pinocchio: yeah, why the heck would you phrase the question that way!

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Pin's age= 11 years old, nearly 12 in d1. 14 by d3.

Ally and Cj's age= 13, nearly 14 in d1. 16 by d3.

Previous Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4.

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #jiminy cricket #dr Jiminy #descendants fanfic #descendants fanfiction #Ally of Neverland #cj and ally are twins

[villainousshakespeare]

Hey all! Here is my updated Master List. I have not been as prolific this past year a life repeatedly got in the way (grr...) but the WsIP have been updated. :-) (I also have all my fics up on AO3 under the same name.)

I am open to requests, although it might take me a while to do them. I write for Tome and any/all of his characters. 

ps - thanks to @lovelysizzlingbluebird, as lovely as the name implies, for alerting me that it was in need of an update! <3

#Master list #masterlist #fanfic #Tom Hiddleston #Loki #Henry v #Prince Hal #Magnus Martinsson #Sir Thomas Sharpe #Coriolanus #dr. Robert Laing #Jonathan Pine #Jack Lindon #James Conrad #Adam

[luxshine]

Chapters: 22/? Fandom: Moon Knight (TV 2022) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steven Grant/Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant, Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Marc Spector, Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly/Jake Lockley, Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector, Marc Spector/Layla El-Faouly Characters: Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, Layla El-Faouly, Khonshu (Moon Knight), Tawaret (Marvel) Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Not evil Khonshu, Khonshu is... complicated, Protective Jake Lockley, Daddy!Khonshu Series: Part 1 of Hijos de la Luna Summary:

Marc and Steven are haunted by a song.

New revelations come, as Steven FINALLY asks Reese about that conspiracy she keeps talking about. Jake asks for help, the guys start analyzing their relationship with their godly father, Khonshu is thinking about what it means to be the System's biological father, given that he always thought of himself as their adoptive father anyway... oh, and Layla meets a new friend.

#Moon Knight fanfic #Moon Knight #Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley/Layla El-faouly #in every possible combination #Khonshu #Dad!Khonshu #Dadshu #if you will #Khonshu is very protective #Of his fledglings #Mashup of MCU and Comic Canon #Dr. Badr #yeah #he finally appeared #Hijos de la luna verse #The Despacito fic

[the-time-lord-oracle]

My latest story: The Doctor and Gazelle: Assimilation2, crossover with Star Trek: The Next Generation. Now posted to FFN and AO3.

#fanfic #doctor who #star trek: the next generation #11th doctor #doctor who oc #gazelle #jean luc picard #william riker #lt commander data #lieutenant worf #dr beverly crusher #geordi la forge #deanna troi #amy pond #rory williams #the borg #cybermen #crossover #comic adaptation

[tomlinsongirl]

Spin The Fucking Bottle pt.2

Spin The Fucking Bottle pt.1

😇

A garrafa para em Louis e Zayn.

Malik é quem pergunta. E Louis sabe que ele vai aprontar algo pelo sorriso travesso em seus lábios. Eles se conhecem há muito tempo para ele saber que sim.

- Verdade ou desafio?

Louis apenas para e pensa. Revelar algum segredo seu não é uma boa opção, então assim como praticamente todas as pessoas da roda, escolhe o desafio.

- Desafio.

- Boa escolha William. - Ele diz sorrindo. Sorrindo demais. - Normalmente são só sete minutos, mas dessa vez eu quero meia hora. - Louis se arrepende de ter pedido desafio. - Meia hora no paraíso com o Styles. - Louis sente o arrependimento se esvair de seu corpo assim que olha para Harry.

Ele tem os olhos um pouco arregalados e as bochechas coradas, mas logo um sorriso brotou em seus lábios. E Louis soube que aqueles 30 minutos seriam muito bem aproveitados.

😇

Louis se levanta e passa pelo meio da roda. Quando chega do outro lado estende sua mão para o cacheado, para ele se levantar. Harry pega sua mão com um sorriso tímido nos lábios e se levanta. Eles seguem para as escadas com Zayn, que os acompanha para trancar a porta do quarto que eles vão ficar.

Eles ficam em silêncio durante o trajeto até o quarto, mas a mão de Louis ainda segura a de Harry, e o sorriso bobo no rosto dos dois ainda está ali.

Eles entram no quarto e Zayn tranca a porta, eles ouvem os passos dele se afastando e Louis puxa Harry até a cama.

Eles se sentam lado a lado e quando Louis olha para o pediatra, ele está com suas bochechas coradas.

Louis sorri bobo para a imagem ao seu lado.

- Então você foi promovido?! Por isso disse aquilo sobre "ser seu trabalho até ontem"? - Ele pergunta inesperadamente, atraindo a atenção do cacheado pra si.

- É, eu fui. Eu já esperava ser promovido, mas achei que teria tempo pra me acostumar antes de atender alguém, mas quando eu cheguei lá, Sam me disse que precisava de mim. Dois médicos foram afastados, então eu fiquei no lugar de um deles. Uma amiga minha se aposentou e eu ficaria no lugar dela, então meio que só adiantaram isso. E sim, foi por isso. Antes eu era só um enfermeiro. - Harry responde com um sorriso orgulhoso nos lábios.

- Meus parabéns, Dr. Styles. Você é um médico incrível. Eu nunca senti que um médico realmente se preocupou com meus irmãos, mas você realmente me passou essa sensação. Eles me perguntaram quando vão poder te ver de novo, acredita? - Louis diz e eles riem.

- Você pode levar eles na clínica, eu estou lá sempre.

- Você trabalha em uma clínica também? - Louis pergunta surpreso.

- Eu tenho uma clínica com o Liam, Louis. - Harry responde e ri quando vê a cara ainda mais surpresa de Louis.

- Uau. E eu com certeza vou, se isso significa que eu vou te ver outras vezes. - Harry cora e Louis sorri bobo outra vez.

- Você não precisa ir na minha clínica para me ver, William. - Harry responde, olhando para o moreno.

- Bom saber disso, Dr. Styles. - Louis retruca olhando para a boca de Harry.

Harry olha para a do jogador também. Ele fecha seus olhos e se inclina, selando seus lábios.

Um choque como os das fanfics percorre o corpo dos dois. Ele sorriem durante o selar, e Harry leva sua mão até a de Louis, que as entrelaçou na cama.

Quando ele pensa em se afastar, sente uma mão em seu rosto. Louis acaricia a bochecha de Harry até eles se separarem.

Quando se separaram, se olharam sorrindo. Louis deixa mais alguns selares sobre os lábios de Harry, ambos sorrindo com suas mãos ainda entrelaçadas sobre a cama. Depois disso ele começa a distribuir beijinhos sobre o rosto do cacheado, que mostra suas covinhas e seus dentinhos de coelho em um sorriso.

Louis desce sua mão livre até a outra de Harry apenas para puxar o mais alto para seu colo, sendo rápido em posicioná-la na cintura delineada. As mãos entrelaçadas estão agora sobre a coxa de Styles, que tem sua outra mão acariciando delicadamente o rosto do mais velho. As bocas se juntam em uma sincronia desconhecida por ambos, o beijo transbordando delicadeza e algo como paixão, que no momento não é percebida por ambos, ao mesmo tempo que também transborda desejo e excitação.

E eles continuam se beijando até ficarem sem ar, e quando esse é recuperado, eles se beijam outra vez.

E mais várias outras.

Em algum ponto, Harry começou a rebolar no colo de Louis, bem em cima de seu membro, que já estava ficando duro. Mas não é como se o de Harry estivesse diferente.

A mão que estava entrelaçada a do cacheado vai para a bunda dele, o ajudando nos movimentos, e a do cacheado vai para a nuca do jogador, a arranhando com suas unhas pintadas.

Louis os vira na cama, ficando por cima de Harry. Os beijos descem para o pescoço do mais novo e uma das mãos se apoia ao lado da cabeça dele, sustentando seu peso, enquanto a outra desce para a sua bunda.

- O que você acha da gente ir lá pra casa?

- Eu acho uma ótima ideia Lou, mas a gente ainda não pode sair.

- Eu sei, curly boy, mas eu tenho planos pro tempo que temos aqui. - Louis diz no ouvido de Harry. Sua voz é rouca e lenta, e os pelos de Harry se arrepiam.

- Coloque eles em prática então, William. Será um prazer realizá-los com você. - Agora são os pelos de Louis que se arrepiam com a fala de Harry.

Louis dá mais um beijo rápido em Harry, e vai descendo os beijos por todo o seu corpo, passa por seu pescoço, deixando alguns chupões, e por sua clavícula. Quando chega em seus mamilos chupa e morde cada um deles. Harry se contorce na cama e Louis sorri, decidindo se demorar mais ali. Ele pressiona sua língua em um deles, e depois a rodeia em volta dele. Sua mão trabalha no outro, ao mesmo tempo que afasta o suspensório do mamilo. Ele beija, morde, lambe e chupa os dois.

Quando eles estão sensíveis demais ele continua seu trajeto, deixando beijos por toda a barriga de Harry, principalmente na tatuagem de borboleta do cacheado.

Quando ele chega no cós da calça, volta pra cima para tirar o blazer e os suspensórios do pediatra. Logo ele volta sua atenção para a calça, e tira o botão de sua casa numa lentidão extrema. Enquanto ele abaixa o zíper da calça, faz questão de esfregar suas mãos no pênis ereto do homem abaixo de si, escutando um gemido manhoso sair pelos lábios dele. Ele tira a calça de Harry, os sapatos e meias do cacheado, e os joga junto com as outras peças que saíram do corpo do mesmo.

Ele esfrega seu nariz pela calcinha do pediatra, sentindo o cheiro de seus cremes e perfumes, e ouvindo os gemidos e suspiros baixinhos dele. Em algum momento ele passa a lamber o pau de Harry por cima da calcinha, a deixando mais molhada do que ela já estava. Depois de lamber o comprimento do cacheado, ele vai até a cabecinha do pau, que está para fora da peça íntima, e chupa ela com força por algum tempo.

- Vou te dar algumas opções e você vai escolher uma delas. Você pode escolher ficar assim, de quatro pra mim, ou de bruços. Eu vou te fazer gozar com a minha boca e com os meus dedos, se você quiser saber. Agora escolhe. - Louis diz enquanto esfrega o polegar na fenda das bandas da bunda de Harry, passando diversas vezes pela sua entrada.

- De quatro. Eu vou ficar de quatro pra você, senhor. - Ele diz, ficando na posição escolhida.

- Ótima escolha, curly. Vai ser um prazer te foder com a minha língua enquanto você usa essa calcinha. - Harry solta mais um gemido quando ouve as palavras que saem da boca de Louis, que está próxima à sua bunda.

Louis beija os dois lados da bunda do cacheado com calma, depois ele afasta a calcinha pro lado e separa as bandas da bunda dele. Ele primeiro leva seu polegar até a entrada apertada e vermelha, esfregando ele ali em provocação.

- Faz alguma coisa logo, William, por favor. - Harry está quase ao ponto de implorar para Louis fazer algo, quando ele finalmente faz.

Harry sente a língua de Louis passar diversas vezes no meio de sua bunda.

Ela vai desde sua entrada até suas bolas. Ele chupa elas com força, uma de cada vez, voltando para a zona sensível de Harry depois. Ele circula a língua ali, parando para chupar lentamente a entradinha às vezes. Isso faz Styles gemer e gritar cada vez mais.

Quando um chupão mais forte é sentido, seus braços cedem e ele fica apoiado agora pelos cotovelos na cama, ficando mais empinado para o moreno. Os olhos se reviram sem parar, e seu rosto vai de encontro aos travesseiros na cama quando Louis penetra sua língua dentro de si. Mais um grito corta sua garganta e sai por seus lábios, mais alto que os outros, e ele logo sente os dedos do jogador na frente de seu rosto.

Ele sabe o que está por vir.

A língua de Louis entra e sai de sua entrada, e é realmente um prazer para o moreno foder Harry com sua língua enquanto ele usa aquela calcinha branca.

Harry chupa seus dedos oferecidos e rebola na sua cara, enquanto ele apenas tenta uma fricção com os lençóis da cama em seu pênis para um pouco de alívio. Depois de um tempo tendo seus dedos chupados, Louis os tira da boca de Harry, vendo ele tombar o rosto para a frente. Ele leva o indicador até a entrada sensível e vermelha do mais novo, circulando ele ali.

Louis é um provocadorzinho de merda.

Ele penetra o indicador devagar, esperando que Harry se incomode e sinta dor. O que aparentemente não acontece, pois ele começa a rebolar em seu dedo e pedir por mais.

E Louis o dá mais.

Ele penetra mais dois dedos na entrada aparentemente apertada, e Harry continua sem nenhum vestígio de dor. Louis deixa dois ou três tapas na bunda dele antes de perguntar:

- Quando foi a última vez que alguém te fodeu, Harry?

- Faz muito tempo, Lou. - Ele responde com dificuldade parando para gemer uma ou duas vezes.

E então Harry cora. Mais forte do que ele se lembra de ter corado antes. Louis toca sua próstata, e ele solta o grito mais alto da noite até o momento.

Tomlinson, como o grande provocador que é, quando percebe que achou o pontinho especial do garoto, pressiona seus dedos lá, causando uma grande onda de prazer no cacheado.

- Vou reformular minha pergunta. Quando foi a última vez que você se fodeu, Styles? - Ele pergunta quando nota as bochechas coradas de Harry.

- Foi h-hoje, senhor. - Harry responde, corando cada vez mais.

- É muito bom saber disso, Harry. - Louis responde e volta a foder o cacheado com seus dedos, se abaixando e juntando a língua outra vez na entrada dele.

Outros gritos e gemidos altos saem da boca do pediatra, quando sua próstata é surrada em todas as investidas dos dedos do jogador dentro de si.

- Louis, Louis, Louis, e-eu vou g-gozar.

O mais velho tira seus dedos e sua língua de dentro dele. Harry é virado na barriga para cima, e seu pau é tirado de dentro da sua calcinha.

- Ela ainda não pode ficar suja com a sua porra, curly.

Seus três dedos voltam para dentro de Harry quando ele coloca o membro dele em sua boca, sentindo a cabecinha bater em sua garganta. Mais um grito sai da boca do cacheado, e uma sequência de "LouLouLouLou" é ouvida entre seus gemidos. Suas pernas se contorcem na cama, suas mãos puxam os cabelos de Louis e suas costas se arqueiam, saindo do colchão.

Ele finalmente goza, e suas pernas tremem de um jeito que jamais tremeram antes. O moreno engole toda a sua porra, lambendo o pau abaixo de si para tirar os vestígios de seu gozo dali, enquanto seus dedos entram e saem lentamente em Harry, prolongando o prazer do cacheado. Quando termina de limpar o membro dele, o coloca de volta dentro da calcinha, subindo para beijar os lábios de Harry, fazendo ele sentir seu próprio sabor.

- O que acha de irmos para a minha casa agora, curly? - Pergunta se deitando ao lado de Harry e puxando ele para se deitar em seu peito.

- Daqui a pouco, Lou. Eu não consigo nem ficar em pé. E você está duro, eu posso te ajudar. É só você dizer o que você quer que eu faça.

Louis não consegue prender o gemido baixo que sai de seus lábios quando ouve as palavras de Harry e sente uma das mãos do cacheado apertando seu pau.

Mas como antes, ele tinha planos em mente.

- Eu ainda tenho planos, curly. - Diz enquanto puxa a mão do cacheado para cima.

- E que planos são esses? - Harry pergunta apoiando o queixo no peito coberto do mais velho.

- Eu sempre quis receber um boquete enquanto eu dirijo, sabe...

- Acho que esse seu plano pode ser concluído em breve William. Caso eu durma, me chame quando abrirem pra gente, ok? - Ele diz.

- Fico feliz em saber disso Styles. E eu te acordo, pode descansar um pouco.

Harry realmente dorme dos braços dele, e Louis acaba dormindo também, sentindo o cheiro dos cachos do garoto.

Foi apenas um cochilo, e em menos de 15 minutos Louis está acordado, percebendo que a porta já estaria aberta, e então começa a acordar o cacheado.

- Hazz, acorda amor. A gente já pode sair.

O cacheado apenas resmunga e se aconchega mais nos braços do mais velho. Esse solta uma risada pelo nariz, e começa a fazer um carinho nos cabelos do mais alto, tentando chamá-lo outra vez.

- Curly... A gente pode sair, vamos amor, acorda.

Harry enfim desperta aos poucos, e sorri quando ouve Louis o chamando de "amor". Suas bochechas coram mais uma vez.

- Você é confortável. - Ele diz e se senta na cama, coçando seus olhos com as costas das mãos. - Espera só um pouquinho, eu vou no banheiro e já volto.

Louis apenas murmura um "ok", e o cacheado levanta e vai até o banheiro do quarto. Ele faz xixi, lava as mãos, o rosto e a boca. E quando se olha no espelho percebe que ainda está só de calcinha. Ele sai do banheiro e olha para Louis, decidindo tentar provocá-lo um pouco.

- Vamos logo Lou, temos mais coisas para fazer. - Ele diz quando decide o que vai fazer, sem olhar para o moreno que está na cama com suas roupas ao lado. Ele começa a andar até a porta, mas antes que possa abrir a mesma, sente uma mão lhe puxando de volta.

- Harry você está só de calcinha, não saia por aí assim. - Ele fala realmente preocupado, mas no fundo ele sabe que não é só isso.

- Qual é o problema, William? Eu não vejo nenhum. - Ele diz, mordendo o próprio lábio em seguida.

- O problema é que você está querendo sair só de calcinha numa festa em que você não conhece todo mundo, não sabe o que eles podem fazer ou falar. Você não está tão bêbado assim Harry, não faça algo que vai fazer você se arrepender pra cacete amanhã. Voc-

Harry leva uma de suas mãos para o rosto de Louis e o beija antes que ele possa falar mais alguma coisa. Nesse momento ele esperava sentir as famosas borboletas voando loucamente em seu estômago, mas ele não sente. Quer dizer, elas estão sim lá, mas o voo delas é calmo.

E ele sabe o quanto isso é bom, porque Louis não lhe traz um sentimento de ansiedade, ele lhe traz um sentimento de calmaria, de aconchego. De paz. Ele sorri no meio do beijo, e quando sente isso o moreno sorri também. Eles terminam os beijos com alguns selinhos delicados.

Louis pega uma das mãos do cacheado, entrelaçando seus dedos e o levando para perto da cama.

- Senta, eu vou vestir você. Ou talvez você ainda queira sair desfilando de calcinha por aí. Seria bom ver todo mundo babando por você e saber que sou eu quem vai poder te tocar depois. - Louis fala atrevido.

- Para Lou, era só brincadeira. - Harry fala corando.

Louis solta uma gargalhada gostosa, e o cacheado acaba rindo também.

O jogador veste Harry, deixando beijinhos sobre seu corpo, as borboletas continuam voando calmamente em seu estômago e ele continua sorrindo como um bobo.

E não é como se Louis estivesse diferente.

O mais velho puxa Harry pela mão, e antes de sair ele ataca os lábios do mais alto, o prensando contra a porta. Uma de suas mãos vai para a bunda do cacheado e a outra para sua cintura. As do mais novo vão para seus ombros, arranhando sua nuca. Eles começam a se esfregar, e quando Louis sente Harry duro contra si, ele se afasta, vendo Styles o olhar confuso e frustrado.

- Temos uma voltinha de carro pra dar, curly boy.

- Vamos logo então, William. - Ele diz e sai puxando-o para fora do quarto, descendo as escadas.

Eles decidem sair de fininho, e por sorte conseguem. O pediatra deixa o jogador passar a sua frente para guiá-lo até seu carro. Ele encosta o cacheado na porta do passageiro e eles iniciam mais uma sessão de beijos. As bocas se movem na sincronia recém descoberta, os beijos são quebrados, sempre com um dos dois mordendo o lábio do outro ou chupando a língua. Depois de longos beijos, Louis vai até o pescoço de Harry, o beijando, chupando e mordendo, deixando o lugar com várias marquinhas diferentes.

- Lou, vamos logo. Por favor. - O cacheado está praticamente implorando para eles entrarem no carro. Louis deixa mais uma mordida no pescoço do cacheado e sorri, destrava as portas da BMW preta, e abre pro cacheado. Depois de fechar a porta, dá a volta pela frente do carro e entra.

Ele dá a partida e tira o carro da vaga, começando a dirigir pelas ruas pouco movimentadas de Londres, já que nessa hora todos, provavelmente, estão curtindo em seus destinos da noite.

Harry se coloca de joelhos no banco depois de tirar seus sapatos, e se vira de frente para Louis. Sua mão direita vai até a gola de sua blusa, e passa por todo o seu tronco até chegar na virilha do moreno. Sua mão envolve o pau dele por cima da calça, começando a movê-la para cima e para baixo lentamente, torturando o menor. Ele sente o pau do mais velho ficar cada vez mais duro em sua mão, e os movimentos vão ficando mais fortes e rápidos. Até que eles param por completo. Louis solta um suspiro frustrado, seu pau pulsa dentro de suas roupas, e Harry ainda não fez nada demais.

- Quanto tempo até a sua casa?

- Menos de dez minutos. Acha que consegue, curly boy?

- Você está duvidando de mim, William? - O cacheado pergunta, abrindo a calça do menor.

- De jeito nenhum, Styles. - Ele responde, sorrindo de lado para o pediatra.

- Que bom, porque eu faria questão de te torturar até você não aguentar mais.

Ao terminar de falar, Harry se abaixa, empinando sua bunda em direção a janela do seu lado e ficando cara a cara com o pau ereto de Louis. Sem cerimônias, ele enfia todo o comprimento em sua boca, respirando pelo nariz e chupando com força. Louis é grande e grosso, e Harry percebe isso quando vai até a glande e chupa e lambe em volta dela, enquanto suas mãos masturbam o resto do falo. E elas não fecham em volta do pau do moreno.

Harry chupa a cabecinha por um tempo, sentindo o pré gozo em sua língua.

Louis leva uma de suas mãos para os cabelos do cacheado, segurando em uma espécie de rabo de cavalo. Ele força a cabeça de Harry para baixo, pedindo silenciosamente para que Harry chupe todo o seu pau.

- 5 minutos, baby. - Louis fala rouco e baixo, ainda segurando o cabelo do pediatra.

- Achei que você não estivesse duvidando de mim, Louis. - Ele fala quando tira a boca do pau do mais velho, masturbando rapidamente o mesmo. Louis geme alto, lutando para deixar os olhos abertos.

Harry volta a colocar todo o comprimento em sua boca, sentindo ele bater em sua garganta. Ele sobe e desce a cabeça rapidamente, chupando com força. Uma de suas mãos vai para as bolas do jogador, fazendo um tipo de massagem nelas.

Louis é um poço de gemidos, seus olhos se reviram, seu pau começa a pulsar dentro da boca de Harry e a quantidade de pré gozo que sai da cabeça de seu pau é grande.

Logo ele sente um formigamento no pé do seu estômago, e ele sabe que vai gozar logo.

Ele vira a esquina da rua de sua casa, abre o portão quando chega em frente a mesma, e quando seu carro é estacionado na ampla garagem, seu pau solta jatos de porra na boca de Harry, que passa a chupar a cabecinha do mesmo, masturbando forte e rápido o pau. As pernas de Louis tremem, os olhos se reviram e ele geme alto.

Quando termina de limpar o membro, o cacheado beija o mais velho intensamente, fazendo ele sentir o próprio sabor, assim como ele fez consigo.

- Eu falei pra não duvidar de mim, senhor Tomlinson. - Harry fala, e sorri ao ver que Louis ainda está perdido no prazer que ele lhe deu. Os olhos estão fechados, a cabeça jogada pra trás e encostada no apoio do banco, a calça e a cueca no meio de suas coxas e a respiração pesada.

- Porra, assim eu vou ficar duro de novo aqui no carro.

- Ai a gente fode aqui.

- Não, a gente vai foder no meu quarto. Você ainda vai gozar muito curly, já deveria saber disso.

- Então me leva pro seu quarto logo, William.

😇

Mais uma sessão de beijos acontece na porta da entrada, com Harry contra a mesma, abrançando Louis com suas pernas e braços, e com o moreno segurando em sua bunda.

Eles sobem as escadas assim, com o cacheado beijando, chupando e mordendo o pescoço de do mais velho. Louis fecha a porta com o pé quando entra no cômodo, indo até a cama e deitando o mais alto nela. Os beijos e as marcas no pescoço são retribuidas, e Harry suspira baixinho.

O mais velho começa a tirar as roupas do pediatra outra vez. O blazer, os suspensórios, as meias e por fim a calça. Ele tira também sua blusa, e volta a ficar no meio das pernas do mais novo.

- Quantas vezes você quer gozar, curly?

- Duas.

- Então se prepare, você vai gozar três.

Harry tem um gemido baixinho e manhoso cortado pelos lábios de Louis nos seus. O beijo é quente e rápido, as línguas passando por cada parte das bocas um do outro, conhecendo cada pedacinho que ainda não havia sido descoberto, brigando pela dominância e arrancando suspiros e gemidos abafados dos dois. O cacheado arranha a nuca e as costas de Louis, enquanto esse beija seu pescoço. As mãos estão em sua bunda, e seus dedos passam pelo meio dela, tirando gemidos manhosos de seus lábios.

As mãos do cacheado vão para o peitoral do moreno, passando por todo seu tronco até chegar no cós de sua calça.

- T-tira Lou, tira. - Ele diz baixo, parando para suspirar uma ou duas vezes.

Louis deixa um selinho em sua boca, se levantando e tirando seus sapatos e meias, e logo depois sua calça. O pediatra ofega vendo o pau mercado na boxer preta. Louis não volta para a cama, ele apenas vai até o criado mudo do lado direito da cama e abre a gaveta. Ele pega um tubo de lubrificante e joga na cama, vasculha mais um pouco a gaveta, até que se vira para Harry.

- Eu não tenho camisinhas. - Harry sente um incômodo no peito, ele não entende o porquê disso, mas é inevitável. - As últimas que eu comprei venceram, então eu joguei fora, e eu acabei não comprando mais, não costumo trazer ninguém pra cá. - Ele explica quando vê os ombros de Harry caindo, ele se sente mal, mas também não entende o que esse sentimento significa. Mas ele imagina que é algo bom, porque ele levou o cacheado para a sua casa, e ele nunca fez isso com outro alguém antes. E ele tem certeza de que é quando vê o mais novo tentando disfarçar um sorriso mexendo no nariz.

- Se você não se importar, está tudo bem para mim. Eu tenho que fazer exames gerais a cada dois meses por conta do hospital, então eu sei que estou limpo, e já engolimos a porra um do outro, de qualquer forma..

- Eu também faço exames gerais por conta do time, e eles estão em dia. Por mim tudo bem também.

- Então faça o que você disse que vai fazer logo, Tomlinson.

- Seu merdinha. - Louis volta para a cama, ficando no meio das pernas do mais alto e se sentando sobre seus tornozelos. - Se apoia nos cotovelos e abre as pernas.

Harry faz o que é mandado, sentindo Louis o puxar pelo quadril para cima de si. Ele está sentado nos tornozelos, como Tomlinson, mas suas pernas estão separadas por cima das dele e seu tronco está inclinado para trás.

Ele vê Louis puxar o vidrinho do lubrificante para perto, e sente também Louis puxar sua calcinha para o lado e abaixar ela até suas bolas, deixando seu pau de fora.

- Vou te dizer o que eu vou fazer com você. Primeiro, eu vou te foder com os meus dedos enquanto eu bato uma pra você. Depois, você vai sentar no meu pau até a gente gozar, e por fim, eu vou te foder na banheira. - Ele diz esfregando um dos seus polegares na entrada vermelha dele, e o outro em sua glande. - Depois eu vou dar um banho em você, te dar água e algo leve pra comer, e aí a gente vai dormir juntos aqui. Como isso soa para você, luv?

- Soa... Muito bem pra m-mim Lou. - Ele fala, realmente contente com o que vai acontecer. Com a segunda parte principalmente, ninguém nunca cuidou de si depois de uma foda, e ouvir dele tudo o que vai acontecer traz uma sensação de segurança e conforto para Harry.

- Que bom que estamos de acordo então. - Ele diz e se inclina para deixar um selar nos lábios do maior.

Louis lambuza seus dedos com lubrificante, passando um pouco na entrada apertada de Harry.

Três dedo são empurrados de uma vez na entradinha apertada de Harry, ao mesmo tempo em que a mão de Louis começa a trabalhar no pau do cacheado.

Os dedos o fodem rapidamente, e a mão faz movimentos de vai e vem rápidos em seu pau. É tudo muito intenso, é muito prazer de uma vez só.

Toda a carga de prazer despejada de uma vez em Harry, resulta em um alto grito, que sobe por sua garganta e sai pela sua boca. Seu peito sobe e desce rapidamente, ele está ofegante e gemidos altos e manhosos saem pela sua boca sem parar.

Os dedos de Louis acertam sua próstata em todas as investidas, e às vezes os movimentos de vai e vem param, dando lugar aos movimentos circulares diretamente em sua próstata. Os dedos em volta de seu pau saiam do anel e começavam a circular sua glande ou pressionando sua fenda.

O prazer que Harry está sentindo faz suas pernas tremerem, suas costas se curvarem para cima, suas mãos agarrarem os lençóis com força e sua cabeça tombar para trás. Ele está sensível, e Louis sabe disso. É por isso que quando ouve os gemidos aumentarem, ele aumenta seus movimentos também.

Harry não dura muito e goza logo, com todo aquele estímulo em seus pontos sensíveis, suas pernas tremem mais ainda e ele não aguenta mais se sustentar pelos cotovelos. Parece que a cada orgasmo que Louis o dá, ele treme mais.

Ele suja desde a mão do moreno e sua calcinha, até as tatuagens de pássaros em suas clavículas.

O jogador não parece disposto a deixar o mais novo descansar, pois ele começa a chupar os resquícios de sua porra por todo o seu corpo, se demorando em alguns lugares específicos, como seus mamilos e sua clavícula, deixando chupões por toda a sua tez, que já tem um gosto salgado por ela, resultado do suor que se fez presente devido ao prazer que seu corpo recebeu.

- Eu quero que você me chupe mais, antes de sentar no meu pau. - O moreno diz perto do pescoço do cacheado, seus lábios roçando na pele marcada, a deixando mais arrepiada ainda.

- Senta aqui. Eu quero ver você fumando enquanto eu te chupo e monto em você. - O mais novo responde, e Louis só consegue gemer.

Ele se levanta e tira sua boxer preta, voltando para a cama e se sentando com as costas na cabeceira. Ele abre outra vez a gaveta do armário de cabeceira, pegando cigarros e um isqueiro.

Harry fica de quatro na cama, engatinhando até o meio das pernas do mais velho, vendo ele acender o cigarro em seus lábios.

Quando Louis traga a fumaça pela primeira vez, o mais alto coloca todo o seu pau na boca. Ele sente a cabecinha batendo fundo em sua garganta, e um gemido sai dos lábios de Louis junto com a fumaça. Harry fica com a cabeça parada por um tempo. O nariz pressionado na barriga do mais velho, sua respiração arrepiando os curtos pelos da barriga dele. Logo os movimentos de sobe e desce começam, eles são rápidos, e Harry faz uma pressão sobre o pau dele, levando Louis a beira da insanidade.

Suas bochechas formam vincos com a força que ele usa nos movimentos.

Uma hora ele para, chupando suas bolas uma de cada vez, babando por elas também.

Harry sabe que Louis não duraria muito mais. Ele sobe para a glande do mais velho, chupando a mesma como se fosse seu pirulito favorito, enquanto uma de suas mãos masturba o membro rijo, e a outra massageia as bolas dele.

Quando ele solta o pau, um barulho molhado surge no quarto. Ele se levanta e tira sua calcinha, voltando para a cama enquanto passa a costa das mãos na boca, limpando os resquícios de saliva e pré gozo que escorreram por seu rosto.

Harry sobe em suas coxas, sentando sobre seu pau. Ele começa a rebolar com ele no meio de sua bunda, a glande esfregando em sua entradinha vermelha, seu próprio pau se esfregando na barriga do mais velho.

Eles se beijam profundamente, com as línguas passando por lugares conhecidos, lembrando de como é ter uma em contato com a outra. Louis sente seu próprio sabor na língua de Harry outra vez, este que leva a destra para o pau de Tomlinson, levando até sua entrada apertada e forçando ele para dentro.

Ele se senta devagar, ficando parado quando sente sua bunda nas coxas fortes dele.

O cacheado abraça o tronco do jogador e sente sua mão passando por suas costas em um carinho, seu rosto está escondido no pescoço dele, e depois de um tempo se acostumado com o tamanho do pau dentro se si, ele começa a rebolar lentamente. Os movimentos pra frente e pra trás vão aumentando gradativamente, até que Harry começa a quicar em cima do mais velho.

O barulho da bunda do mais alto batendo contra as coxas do outro estão cada vez mais altos, se misturando com os sons dos tapas que Louis deixa pela bunda e coxas do mais novo.

Harry geme alto quando sua próstata é acertada, fazendo ele sentar da mesma maneira todas as vezes seguintes.

O mais velho ainda fuma seu cigarro, que está quase no fim. A fumaça bate contra o rosto do cacheado, junto com os suspiros do mais velho, servindo de incentivo para o mais alto sentar cada vez mais rápido.

Eles estão quase lá, os gemidos de Harry estão cada vez mais altos, os suspiros de Louis se tornaram gemidos, o maior senta cada vez mais rápido e com mais força. Suas pernas estão tremendo quando ele pega o cigarro dos lábios de Louis e traga a fumaça, soltando-a no rosto do mais velho, que solta a fumaça de seus pulmões junto do cacheado. O jogador pega o cigarro de volta e o apaga na cabeceira da cama, jogando no chão em seguida.

Ele agarra a bunda de Harry, apoia os pés no colchão e começa a investir contra as sentadas do cacheado, acertando sua próstata com mais força, fazendo ele arranhar seus ombros e gritar alto.

Ele começa a contrair sua entrada, apertando o pau do mais velho de uma forma gostosa, mas não exagerada, tirando gemidos de Louis também.

Harry começa uma série de "LouLouLouLou", e logo goza entre suas barrigas. Louis investe mais algumas vezes na entradinha sensível do cacheado, gemendo seu nome enquanto enche ele com a sua porra. O cacheado abraça os ombros do outro, respirando pesada e rapidamente.

- Curly? Tá tudo bem? Se você quiser podemos parar, você sabe, né? - Louis diz preocupado, acariciando as costas e os cachos do pediatra em seu colo.

- Tá tudo bem, só me dá um minuto.

- Quantos você quiser, amor. - Ele responde, deixando um beijo nos cachos dele.

De repente, um celular começa a vibrar no criado mudo. Louis olha e vê "Lee❤", é uma foto de Liam brilhando na tela.

- Curly, o Liam está te ligando. Por que não atende, huh? - Ele diz, sorrindo para o maior.

Harry sabe que provavelmente não seria uma boa ideia, ele sabe aquele sorriso significa alguma coisa, mas ele só acena com a cabeça e se prepara levantar. No entanto o mais velho o para, fazendo ele deitar na cama e entregando o telefone em sua mão.

- Atende e não deixe ele ouvir seus gemidos. - Ele diz, se abaixando até ficar com a cara perto da bunda do mais alto.

- Hey, Lee. O que foi?

Ele morde os lábios quando Louis começa a chupar a própria porra de sua entrada, que está se contraindo em sua língua.

- O que foi!? Deixa eu te dizer o que foi. Você sobe com o Louis, abrimos a porta para vocês, mas vocês não saem pela próxima hora. Vamos no quarto pra ver se vocês estão bem e a porta está aberta, sem sinal de nenhum dos dois. Eu vou pra garagem e seu carro está lá, mas você não está em nenhum lugar da casa. Como você sai assim, Hazz? Nos deixou preocupados. - Conforme ele vai dizendo seu tom vai mudando, no começo soava como indignado, mas quando termina, preocupação é tudo o que está presente em sua voz.

Harry coloca a chamada no mudo durante o breve discurso do amigo, gemendo alto algumas vezes. Louis continua chupando com força seu ponto sensível, fazendo suas pernas tremerem.

- Eu estou bem, Lee, não precisa e preocupar comigo. E eu pego meu carro amanhã. Eu estou com o Lou, estamos bem.

- Ele responde baixo.

- A gente deveria ter imaginado que vocês saíram pra foder. - Dessa vez é Zayn quem fala.

- Vocês não tinham pensado nisso? - Niall pergunta, e Calvin e Lana concordam com ele.

- Deixa eles dois, Liam, você já viu que ele está bem. - A caçula fala, e Harry tem que tapar a boca quando a língua de Louis entra dentro de si, começando a foder sua entrada outra vez. Os amigos do outro lados da linha ainda estão discutindo sobre desligar ou saber mais sobre como o cacheado e o moreno estão, mas Liam acaba se rendendo uma hora.

- Tudo bem. Tchau Hazz, se cuida e não esquece do seu carro. Eu te amo. - Liam diz, e os outros cinco logo estão se despedindo dele também.

- Tchau gente, se cuidem também. - Ele tem que parar para não gemer durante sua fala. - Eu também amo vocês.

Ele desliga a chamada, gemendo alto e jogando o telefone na cama.

- Muito bem, curly. Fica aqui, eu vou preparar a banheira e já volto. Não quero que se toque, caso o faça, você não vai gozar outra vez, e vai ficar agonizando com o pau duro.

Ele deixa um selinho nos lábios de Harry antes de se levantar, o que aparentemente já virou um costume entre os dois. Depois ele vai até o banheiro, tampa o ralo da banheira e liga a torneira para enchê-la. Ele coloca alguns sais na água, junto de um sabonete líquido. Ele não deixa ela encher muito, afinal duas pessoas entrarão nela e ele não quer ter muito trabalho depois.

Quando ele volta para o quarto, vê o cacheado segurando os lençóis com força e as pernas cruzadas. Louis vai até a cama e sela novamente seus lábios, vendo o pediatra abrir os olhos verdes e olhar diretamente nos seus. Ele deixa mais alguns selinhos na sua boca, passando a deixar beijinhos por todo o seu rosto, fazendo as bochechas de Harry ficarem coradas e um sorriso se abrir em seu rosto. Quando o mais velho para com os beijos ele olha para o pediatra. Ele sorri bobo na direção dele, sorriso que é retribuído quase que imediatamente.

- Vamos, curly boy, a banheira está pronta.

Ele puxa o caçula para o seu colo e se levanta com ele. Durante o pequeno trajeto até o banheiro, seus membros se esfregam um no outro, deixando o pau de Louis duro como o de Harry.

O jogador sabe como ele está sensível, ele gozou quatro vezes no mínimo, até por que ele não sabe quantas vezes o maior gozou quando se fodeu naquele dia, e por isso ele o acomoda no encosto da banheira, o deixando em uma posição confortável e ficando de joelhos na frente dele. Ele continua com a fricção entre os paus duros por mais um tempo, torturando a si mesmo e a Harry também.

- Me fode logo, William. - O maior suplica um tanto desesperado.

- Não vou te foder dessa vez, luv. Dessa vez eu vou fazer amor com você. - Ele diz tentando segurar um sorriso.

Ele leva uma de suas mãos para seu pau, levando ele para a entrada do maior. Ele penetra Harry lentamente enquanto deixa trilhas de beijos pelo rosto e pescoço dele.

Louis começa a investir no cacheado, as estocadas são lentas porém fortes, e vão fundo dentro do mais novo.

- Você é incrivelmente lindo, luv. - Ele diz, olhando para o cacheado que está abrançando seu tronco, gemendo baixinho em seu pescoço.

- Você também é, Lou. - Ele responde, tirando o rosto de seu pescoço e olhando da mesma maneira pro mais velho. Beijos apaixonados e lentos são trocados entre os dois, é tudo calmo, tranquilo.

Eles tiveram uma conexão meio que instantânea, os olhares que eles davam um ao outro no hospital, durante a festa e depois dela, deixavam isso claro. O ciúme que tomou conta de Louis quando Harry supostamente ia sair do quarto só de calcinha, ou o incômodo que se instalou no peito do mais novo quando Louis disse que não tinha camisinhas.

A felicidade que Harry sentiu quando Louis disse que não levava ninguém para a sua casa, e o conforto do mais velho ao levá-lo para lá. Estava mais do que claro para todos que aquilo não seria só mais uma foda que seria esquecida dois dias depois.

E a maneira como se amavam naquele momento deixava isso claro.

Não precisam de pressa, eles tem a noite toda, porém Louis e Harry sabem que logo não vão mais conseguir se aguentar.

As estocadas ainda são lentas, porém são fortes e intensas, acertando o ponto especial do cacheado em todas elas. Esse que se aperta em volta de Louis, que ouve os gemidos do cacheado aumentarem cada vez mais, o levando a investir contra ele com mais força.

Os ofegos e suspiros do mais velho se tornam gemidos baixinhos, e ele volta a deixar beijos pelo rosto do cacheado, que sorri bobo mais uma vez. Louis passa por suas bochechas, pelo nariz, têmporas, testa, pelo queixo e por fim, chega em sua boca. Eles se beijam profundamente, e não conseguem mais se segurar, gozando juntos pela última vez naquela noite. Eles se separam, terminando o beijo com selinhos carinhosos.

Louis continua dentro do cacheado por mais um tempo, esse que é ocupado com beijos e carícias apaixonadas.

Dizem que você pode se apaixonar em apenas quatro minutos, e Louis tem certeza que algo assim aconteceu com ele. Ele tem certeza de que se apaixonou assim que o pediatra conseguiu colocar uma agulha no braço de seus irmãos sem problema algum. O cuidado e o amor que ele teve com seus irmãos foi encantador, principalmente para alguém que tinha pouca experiência atendendo crianças.

Não é como se tivesse sido muito diferente para Harry. Ver todo aquele cuidado, a preocupação e o alívio de Louis durante o atendimento de seus irmãos foi o que encantou o cacheado. Vê-lo com um sorriso bobo no rosto pelo resto da consulta depois que soube que o que fez ajudou na recuperação dos irmãos foi o que com certeza fez Harry se apaixonar pelo mais velho.

Depois dos beijos, Louis sai de dentro do cacheado, abraçando seu corpo com carinho logo após.

- Agora você fica um pouco aqui descansando amor, eu vou trocar os lençóis da cama e depois eu venho te dar um banho.

- Tudo bem, Boo. - Harry responde, deixando um selinho nos lábios do moreno.

- Boo... Eu gosto de Boo. - Ele diz antes de se levantar e secar seu corpo. Ele prende a toalha na cintura e volta para o quarto. O maior fica com as bochechas coradas pelo apelido, que saiu sem ele ao menos perceber. Pelo menos Louis gostou.

O menor vai até o quarto, limpa as cinzas do cigarro que estão na cabeceira da cama, guarda o tubo de lubrificante que está jogado por ali, tira os lençóis e os deixa no chão, junto das suas roupas e das de seu acompanhante. Ele vai até o armário e pega novas, colocando os lençóis e as capas dos travesseiros em seus respectivos lugares. Ele pega um edredom e o deixa estendido sobre a cama. Separa duas boxers, duas calças de moletom e duas camisetas, deixando na cama também.

Quando volta para o banheiro, leva as coisas que estavam no chão junto, deixando-as no cesto de roupas ali. Quando olha para Harry, ele vê o maior de costas para si, e ele aparentemente não percebeu que Louis já voltou para o banheiro. Ele está brincando com a espuma sobre a água, juntando nas mãos e soprando, rindo como um bobo depois.

O jogador assiste a cena abobado, a cada minuto que se passa ele tem mais certeza que está se apaixonando por esse garoto.

Ele volta para perto da porta e dá duas batidinhas nela, chamando a atenção do pediatra para si. O moreno volta para perto da banheira, tirando a toalha da cintura e entrando outra vez na água que ainda está morna graças ao aquecedor da banheira.

Ele se lava com pressa, tomando um banho rápido antes de dar atenção ao mais novo.

- Vou cuidar de você agora, amor. - Eles têm sorrisos nos rostos quando Louis se senta atrás de Harry e começa uma massagem por seus ombros. O cacheado solta suspiros baixinhos, mostrando seu alívio ao sentir seus músculos relaxarem. Louis massageia todo o corpo do maior, com carícias sempre inocentes e carinhosas.

Ele cuida muito bem de Harry.

Eles começam a falar sobre os jogos do mais velho quando ele fica na frente do cacheado para ensaboar seu corpo. Ele lava suas costas, braços, pernas, barriga, pés e suas coxas, mas deixa que Harry lave as partes íntimas de seu corpo.

Tudo bem que eles haviam transado há pouco tempo e agora estavam tomando banho juntos, mas mesmo assim ele ainda preferia fazer de tudo para deixar o mais alto totalmente confortável consigo.

Depois que o cacheado termina de se ensaboar, o moreno começa a lavar seus cabelos, fazendo um carinho gostoso ao lavar os cachos do maior. Ele tomba a cabeça de Harry para trás, e joga um pouco de água nos cabelos dele, repetindo o processo com o condicionador, depois de tirar o shampoo dos cachos. Quando termina, ele abre o ralo da banheira, deixando a água suja se esvair. Quando essa acaba, ele liga a torneira para enxaguar o corpo do pediatra, aproveitando para tirar o resto da espuma que ficou em seu corpo e nos cabelos dos dois por conta da água com sabonete. Ele logo sai da banheira e se seca rapidamente, prendendo a toalha na cintura novamente e estendendo a mão para o cacheado que o observa. Ambos sorriem quando suas mãos se tocam. Louis puxa Harry delicadamente para fora da banheira também, deixando ele sentado em uma das almofadas que ficam em volta da mesma. O mais velho começa a secar seus cabelos, devagar, fazendo um tipo de massagem, acabando que sem querer definindo os cachos do garoto.

Ele deixa um beijo no topo da cabeça dele, se abaixando em sua frente para começar a secar seu corpo. Braços, barriga, costa, rosto, pernas, coxas, mãos e pés.

Quando termina, puxa o caçula pela mão para ele se levantar, entregando a toalha para ele terminar de se secar.

Eles continuam a conversar sobre futebol, e Louis fica feliz em saber que o cacheado torce para o time que ele joga. Eles voltam para o quarto e começam a se trocar.

- Lou? - Harry chama pelo mais velho, parecendo receoso sobre algo.

- O que foi, curly? - Ele responde, chegando mais perto do outro.

- Eu costumo dormir só de ca- cueca e camiseta. Você se importa? - Ele diz atrapalhado e corando, vendo o mais velho sorrir em sua direção.

- Hazz, tudo bem você gostar de usar calcinhas, ok? Não pense que tem algum problema, por favor, você fica lindo com elas, e sei que se sente confortável as vestindo. - Ele diz levando a mão para o rosto do mais novo e fazendo um carinho ali. - E não tem problema você dormir de camiseta e cueca. Eu te daria uma calcinha, mas eu não tenho e sujamos a sua, então... - Ele termina coçando sua nuca. - Você se incomodaria se eu dormisse sem camiseta?

-Tudo bem Lou, obrigado. E não tem problema nenhum, pode ficar do jeito que você se sentir confortável.

Eles sorriem mais uma vez um para o outro, reparando em como é fácil sorrirem quando estão juntos. Eles trocam alguns selinhos, com as mãos de Louis na cintura de Harry, e as dele em sua nuca e rosto.

- Vamos lá pra baixo, temos que comer algo.

Quando eles chegam na cozinha, decidem por fazer alguns sanduíches. Louis é um desastre na cozinha, então ele fica com a parte do chá enquanto o cacheado faz os lanches para os dois. Eles comem e bebem, conversando sobre coisas aleatórias, e o moreno faz questão de dar água para o mais novo, deixando-o bem hidratado.

Por precaução.

Eles sobem outra vez, vão para o banheiro e escovam os dentes juntos. O jogador acha uma escova nova na gaveta do banheiro, ela é rosa e aparentemente tem um dono agora. Quando eles terminam, ele guarda a escova do pediatra junto com a sua.

Eles voltam para o quarto e se deitam na cama. Harry se deita sobre Louis, apoiando uma de suas mãos em seu peito e deixando sua outra mão embaixo de sua cabeça. Já o moreno, passa um de seus braços pela cintura do mais novo e a outra puxa uma das coxas do pediatra para o seu quadril, fazendo carinho nela depois.

É fácil para os dois acharem uma posição confortável, e o mais novo está quase dormindo quando ouve a voz do mais velho lhe chamando.

- Hazz? - Ele apenas resmunga em resposta, sentindo uma risadinha escapar pelo nariz do mais baixo. - Quer sair comigo sábado que vem?

Harry ergue o olhar para ele, vendo um pequeno sorriso em seus lábios. Ele acaba por sorrir também, mostrando mais uma vez as covinhas e os dentinhos brancos de coelho.

- Eu adoraria, Boo.

A última coisa que ele sente antes de dormir é um selar em seus lábios. Ele cai em um sono pesado, porém calmo, e logo Louis também é embalado em um sono tranquilo, adormecendo com o cheiro do cabelo do cacheado em seu nariz.

[smolvenger]

Okay guys, in case you couldn't guess by the reblogs, which would be better for the High-Rise fic I'm working on? I can't decide for the life of me.

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[ladycamillewrites]

I hope I'm doing this right..

Robert Laing for the drabble request...a bit spicy maybe? Only if you're feeling it.

Thank you. 💚

▪️ Gif drabbles day 4

(18+ suggestive, language ≈600 words)

It's party time

“Laing?” you yelled down from Charlotte's balcony on the 26th floor of the notorious high rise.

Tonight’s party was going to be the event of the month and took place only four stories above in a mere hour. Of course you had already put on some makeup but before you would dedicate your attention to your lavishly filled closet, you needed to make sure your handsome neighbor would be ready as well. 

You leaned over the balustrade, eyes torn open as you could swear you got a glimpse of the doctor's notorious talent lingering between his thighs. Oh, those thighs glistened so deliciously in London's evening sun, every ridge of his thick muscles highlighted by a sinful shadow. 

“Yes, darling?” he smiled sheepishly, watching your jaw being clenched back shut and your natural blush sweetly adding to the makeup. 

“Are you- are” you stammered awkwardly while greedy eyes traveled every define line of his athletic form. God, Laing exuded pure, elegant masculinity it would’ve destroyed your panties if you would be wearing some. 

Those ocean blues stared right back at your propped up cleavage, full on display since the silky, orange bathrobe wasn’t too rich with fabric.

You nearly had to shower again after Robert, allegedly the best lay in the whole building, greedily licked his lips, gaze fixed on your half exposed breasts. 

“You were saying?” he eventually asked, looking directly in your eyes, suave lust sparkled among blue hues. 

“Are you coming to pick us up in thirty minutes?” Charlotte answered for you, joining you on the balcony and taking in the sight of her best one night stand ever.

They were still friends, of course.

“How could I forget, ladies?” Robert's sharp features were contorted in a sly grin, a subtle wink greeting you before he disappeared inside. 

You were panting like a race horse now, the dress choice somehow magically vanished from your list of problems. “You need to let him fuck you, baby. I swear he’s talented” your brunette cousin mused and dragged you back inside. 

“How do I look?” You chirped proudly, spinning as you finally stepped out in the living room where everyone was awaiting you with bottles of white wine clinging impatiently. 

And there he was again, his expensive cologne and the scent of medic disinfectant invaded your sensitive nostrils as the suggestive look on Laing's face suited him exactly like the tailor made dress shirt with that damn grey pants. He oozed graceful dominance, sitting manspread on Charlotte's couch.

“Like a whore” Richard grinned amusedly, earning a chiding scoff from Helen whose baby bump grew and grew. 

“That’s a good thing for a party here, isn’t it?” you tried to defend yourself by beginning sway your hips to the booming music that echoed through the whole building.

“You fucking fire, girl” Charlotte cheered while Helen was strongly disagreeing and halfway bound in an argument with her protesting husband. He was devouring your curves like a sex-starved teenager but you only cared about one man’s opinion.

“What do you say, Doctor Laing, huh?” you cooed stepping closer between his thick thighs. The Brit loved your angelic voice especially if it delivered his name so wantonly.

A greedy scrunch of his nose flashed while he took his time to let those narrowed steel blues take in every inch of you. Turned on but dominantly composed. As always when he wasn’t drunk and having fun.

“Fuck, what a sight to see. If you don’t hide well at that party I’m afraid I’ll come for you and fuck you against the next wall”.

Was it a cold threat or a heavenly promise in his gravelly whisper? 

You were soon to find out…

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[reiashiftsrealities]

DR intro : ̗̀➛ youtube DR

Name ➻ Loralei (last name is the same as my OR so I can’t put it <3)

Age ➻ 19

Zodiac ➻ Sagittarius (Nov. 22)

S/O(s) ➻ Matt Sturniolo

Occupation ➻ Youtuber (channel name is loraleispeaks)

Friends ➻ Niyah (friend in this reality i scripted in), Evangeline (same as before), Nick Sturniolo, Chris Sturniolo, Madi Filipowicz, Larray, Jake Webber, Sam & Colby, tarayummy. I know a lot of people idk 😁

Family ➻ None notable at least. I don’t really talk to my parents and I’m moved out. I do have a cat though, her name is Olive and she’s almost a year old now.

DR synopsis ➻ I’m a popular youtuber who’s been posting since I was about 18, about a year behind the triplets. I met them through a mutual friend. We quickly became very close and soon after is when I started dating Matt. In my DR, we’ve been together for about 7 months? Give or take. I have my own apartment but I stay with the triplets a lot more than I do my own home. I met the rest of my friends through events and parties. I live in LA, and I usually travel with the triplets when they go back to Boston.

Channel synopsis ➻ I have a little over 4M subscribers on my channel and a similar amount on my other social media accs. My channel is mostly me in my room talking about different topics (which is why my channel is loraleispeaks). I also do videos with my friends a lot, vlogging various activities with each-other. My favorite video by far is the one where me and Niyah read fanfics about each-other for 40 minutes straight. That’s also my most popular one.

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[scp230kinnie]

SCP doctor dateable types? I saw your stardew valley one and thought it was really good

OMG OMG OMG YES

Quick little note guys I am working on more fanfics 🤭 okay enjoy

SCP doctors and their “types”

Characters: Jack Bright, Alto Clef, Benjamin Kondraki, Simon Glass, Dr Gears

Genre: idk just Headcanons

Includes: Headcanons of what I think their “types” would be, and a headcanon of what I think their favourite song would be as an extra treat 🤭

Warnings: IDK this is just my characterization of the characters, if they don’t fit into your own characterizations then write ur own fics. This is going to be rlly similar to the stardew one because I’m unoriginal. Always remember that these guys would love you no matter what you look like or how you are !! This is just what I think.

Moving on

Dr. Jack Bright

He’s definitely looking for someone with similar energy as him

Maybe even willing to play some pranks with him

But I also feel like he wouldn’t mind someone with opposite energy

Shy, quiet type, yk?

I think he would love to date someone who’s a little bit more “alternative”

Or generally people with good style

Lord knows he doesn’t have it but he would love if you did

Someone with a nice voice for sure

He also just wants someone who will be there for him, and comfort him when he needs it

Very touch deprived so maybe someone with a love language that’s physical touch

Anyways I think his favourite song would be Porn star dancing - My Darkest Days

Dr. Alto Clef

He wants Someone LOUD

Someone who will blast music if a room gets too quiet, or someone who will sit and talk for hours about anything

Also someone who’s bold, or up for any challenge, and not afraid to speak their mind

Loves people who express themselves

I think he’s decently tall so he likes people shorter than him

Also people with nice hair

He’s he’s a thigh guy for sure

He likes people who play instruments of course

I feel like style wise, he likes anyone. Emo, preppy, whatever, he loves and supports it

As for his favourite song, DONTTRUSTME - 3OH!3 takes the cake

Dr. Benjamin Kondraki

He likes quiet people

He also likes people who know how to be calm even in the worst, most stressful situations.

People who know how to be safe around SCPs so he can be sure they won’t get hurt

He likes people who smell good tbh

He also likes tall people

Even if they’re shorter than him, if they’re moderately tall he loves it

Loves people with long hair

He would like to play with it and (try to) style it

He like people with piercings. Nothing over the top, but he thinks enough piercings look amazing on people

His favourite song is heart shaped box - nirvana

Dr. Simon Glass

He likes people who are quiet, but confident.

And people who know how to hold up a conversation

People with nice pretty hands too

And painted nails

Pls pls paint his nails

He likes people who are smart and rational

Also people with dyed hair lol

He likes tall people

Definitely likes rational people

And people who are skilled at things

Anyways the award of his favourite song goes to Such Small Hands - La Dispute

Dr. Gears

Likes people that are quiet and reserved

And calm

Definitely likes people who like to read

He also likes people who know how to cook/bake

And people who are smart ofc

Wants someone that has good grammar

I feel like he likes generally anyone and doesn’t care how they look

He doesn’t care about style either

He doesn’t have a favourite song.

Hope you guys enjoyed lol I tried my best

Sorry for never posting I’m working on it

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Calling all Ethan creators....

OK - calling all Ethan creators - active, not active in a while, trying to remember who that MF is? Doesn't matter... I thought we could have a little fun. The rules are pretty simple...

Explain what is going on in this picture.

Do it any way you want. It doesn't have to be long and elaborate (unless you want it to be.)

Fanfic

Edits

Text Fic

HC or simply answer

You don't have to reblog your work here, but if you post on your own, can you please tag me so I can see what you come up with?

I'm tagging the Ethan creators I know below - but anyone and everyone can play along! Seriously - anyone - this is just to have some fun. Feel free to reblog or tag others.

@storyofmychoices @lucy-268 @tveitertotwrites @cryomyst @@cariantha @kyra75 @alj4890 @jamespotterthefirst @hopelessromantic1352 @parisa-kh @lilyoffandoms @genevievemd @trappedinfanfiction @socalwriterbee @coffeeheartaddict2 @danijimenezv @potionsprefect @quixoticdreamer16 @bex-la-get @takeharryandgo @mvalentine @the-pale-goddess @headoverheelsforramsey @queencarb @crazy-loca-blog @zealouscanonindeer @heauxplesslydevoted @alwaysmychoices @utterlyinevitable @dr-colossal-pita @liaromancewriter @heauxplesslydevoted @secretaryunpaid @choicesfanaf

#ethan ramsey #open heart #open heart choices #choices open heart #just for fun #laundry #<- not landry