#doctor robert laing smut

[smolvenger]

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.

[ladycamillewrites]

▻ 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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fateful favors [kinktober 2023: love bites]

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Summary: What started as a plan to join your sister at a tenant party in your new apartment building takes a trajectory you didn't expect when you discover she's arranged for someone to keep you company tonight

Pairing: Robert Laing x Reader

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, you know the drill and i am not the one); public sex; unprotected p in v; vaginal fingering; language; Wilder (yes he's a warning as he should be); mentions of alcohol consumption; slightest lil angst towards the end [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: Reader is Charlotte's sister

"Charlotte I cannot believe you," you groaned as you paced your sister's swanky high-rise apartment, the clacking from her stilettos on your feet echoing with every step. "I thought the point of asking me to go with you to this forsaken party was so that you didn't have to ward off that creeper five floors below you and now you're telling me that you commissioned one of your former flings in this building to what? Babysit me?"

"Please, you should know me to be better than that, Y/N. I'm just trying to make sure that you'll be safe. Wilder has a more…ruthless tendency especially with new faces in these notorious parties with the rest of the tenants." She walked up behind you and helped zip up the rest of your dress, the top half now secure. "And he is not a former fling, he's a friend. Believe it or not, I do happen to have a few now."

"Right, sure." You scoffed at her description. "A friend you definitely shagged or else you wouldn't have described him as the biggest in the high rise." You waved your hands in her direction as if to say 'tell me I'm wrong' when your words put a bashful expression on her face. "Now this poor guy gets hired to be a glorified bodyguard against horny bastards when the point was that we stick together so that--ohh fucking Christ, that's it isn't it? You got him to babysit me because you're planning on hooking up with someone at this party!"

"I wouldn't use the term 'hired'," a new voice spoke from the doorway. "That would imply that payment will be involved."

When your eyes landed on the source of the new voice your jaw hit the floor.

The man wore a well-fitting suit that accentuated a clearly lean and muscular physique, the upper half of his white button-up shirt practically fighting for its life as it stretched across his chest. His trousers clinging just the right amount to sculpted thighs and highlighted exactly what your sister meant by the biggest in the high-rise.

He walked towards you with strides that you could imagine a wolf would take as it stalked its prey. With eyes dead set on its target with full intent to devour once the distance was crossed.

"And with someone as striking as yourself, I would hardly call it a hardship to keep you company tonight.” He brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a delicate kiss to your knuckles. "Doctor Robert Laing. I live two floors below."

Pick your jaw up off the floor, you hissed at yourself. "I'm uhm…Y/N. Just Y/N," you stammered, trying your damnedest to fight back the thrill that shot up your arm and made a bee line for between your legs at the feel of his lips on your skin. He's probably the most pro of the pros when it comes to getting knickers wet, Y/N, do not fucking fall for it.

He repeated your name slowly, as if he was rolling around each syllable on his tongue, all the while he still held your hand in his absurdly larger one. "Lovely to make your acquaintance. Shall we all head upstairs, then?" You could only manage to nod under his intense oceanic gaze, absolutely dumbfounded as he laced his fingers between yours and led you to the elevators.

You threw your sister a quick look in passing, mouthing 'Oh my God! To which she only gave you a knowing look as she nodded, mouthing back something that seemed like 'Have fun'.

When Charlotte invited you to a tenant party at the 29th floor, this was most definitely not what you were expecting. The party had extended well beyond the constraints of the host's apartment and bled into the hallway leading to its front door, the entire floor already beginning to give off the faint smell of liquor and sex. Some of the guests had paired off and were in various states of undress, pawing at each other and well on their way to becoming fully disrobed right there in the corridor.

The inside was much more scandalous, sounds of grunting and obscene moans coming from the bedroom inside, door wide open as if they were inviting the other guests to stand and watch. Or join in.

You and Laing found a spot to sit in that kept a bit of distance from the fornication, him genuinely seeming interested in your work and the events that led you to the high-rise in the first place. About how long you'd be staying in the city and if you'd already gotten to know the lay of the land where the building's amenities were concerned, offering to show you around in the weekend if you were still here.

Much as you wanted to buy into the notion that someone that was so obviously out of your league was interested in getting to know you, you couldn't help the thought that perhaps he was just investing this much effort into this to try and rekindle something with your sister. The thought wasn't completely unfounded, considering Charlotte's history with having former flings going absolutely astonishing lengths to get into contact with her again to this day for her to direct her attentions their way again. And Robert Laing might be someone that the women in the party looked to and regarded as if he was some sort of sex god with the outright lust on their faces whenever they snuck a glance his way, but he was still a man, after all.

And with the way she was describing him to you earlier, she'd definitely entertained the thought of a repeat performance with him at least thrice. Probably still had the notion on the back burner of her mind even as she chatted it up with another attendee, yet another shockingly tall head turner in a black suit that looked tailored within an inch of its life and slicked back onyx curls with a look on his face that did more than enough to tell you she wouldn't be sleeping alone tonight.

The feel of Laing's hand on yours snapped you out of your thoughts, fingers deftly taking away the empty cup that you'd been picking at with your nails for the last few minutes. "I'll just go get us some fresh drinks. I won't be two minutes." You gave him a nod with a well-practiced smile, his words ringing a little too familiar and conjuring memories of gatherings much like this one sans the public displays of lasciviousness that you'd once attended with Charlotte where the sorry chap that had to accompany you would say nearly those exact words and that would be the last you'd hear from them.

It was a song and dance you were all too familiar with. And after repeat offenses you'd grown numb to it, expecting it, even.

What you weren't expecting was the sharp look that Laing had thrown somewhere behind your shoulder before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Save my seat, darling."

All you could say in response was a stupefied, "Sure."

Not even half a minute after he stepped away someone approached you, positioning himself behind where you were seated on the sofa, denim-clad thigh dangerously close to your shoulder. "Never seen your pretty face at one of these events. Are you new to the building, luv?"

You looked at the man that approached you, the stench of nicotine, alcohol, and lust coming off him in waves. He looked like one of those 'adult film' stars that you'd often find in the tapes that various exes had had hidden away. The man they dreamed of becoming so that they could rut into women that looked like your sister with reckless abandon and get paid for doing a shit job.

"I am." You kept your answer terse. Clipped. You'd dealt with men like this before, and for the most part all they wanted was for you to steer them Charlotte's way. Once they realized how guarded you were they'd leave you well enough alone.

"Smashing," he slurred, shifting his stance until he rested his elbows on the back of the couch, a little more eye level with you and now you could see the dangerous predatory gleam in his eyes. You recognized this look, too. Someone who took rejection one too many times and now he would just let the words roll off his back and take what he wanted anyway.

Someone you should run away from as fast as you humanly could in these god awful heels that Charlotte practically shoved you into. Or maybe if desperate times really do call for desperate measures I could drive the heel through his neck, you pondered quietly.

And despite knowing that he wasn't coming back, you found yourself hoping that Laing would pop up and offer some form of backup in case your hunch about this leering imposing guest was correct.

"The name's Richard Wilder," he said incoherently, a thick meaty hand sneakily trying to move across your shoulder to play with the strap holding your dress up and keeping you relatively decent compared to majority of the party. "Perhaps we can go find a corner somewhere and…get to know each other a little better."

You could feel your stomach recoil in disgust at the implication, partnered with the way a finger had worked its way under your dress strap and he was already leaning in closer and closer, the stench of the cigarettes and alcohol invading your space and searing the path from your nostrils to your brain. "I'm already here with someone," you managed to choke out as you struggled not to take a breath. The lie felt heavy on your tongue, but you wielded it regardless like a makeshift weapon that could maybe ward him off if you said it convincingly enough. "He should be back any second."

Wilder let out a scoffing laugh, his breath on a mission to sever your sense of smell within the next sixty seconds. "Who? Laing? Sweet thing you really are new here. That man's fucked his way through this building and back. You'll be lucky if he remembers your name come Saturday." He shifted even closer to you, pressing his nose into your hair and inhaling like a drug sniffing canine on a mission. "I reckon he's shriveled up down there from getting it wet all the fucking time--"

"Well I always say better shriveled than dry," you shot back, your mouth somehow having lost its filter as the alcohol kicked in and melted away your inhibitions. "You're so obviously bitter over that fact I can taste your jealousy when you exhale. Now please, get gone and find someone else to torment. Or better yet, you could go home and get ahead of that absolute banger of a hangover you'll have in the morning and start sleeping it off."

"Hmmm…bed. Now that is an excellent idea." He moved his hand down your arm until his fingers hooked around your elbow, trying to pull you up to your feet. "Come on, luv. I can make you feel so good you won't ever let me leave your bed even when my wife's knocking down your door with a fuckin' butcher's knife."

"Fucking hell, you're married? You're married and you're still looking for someone to warm your miserable dry cock?" The disgust was already causing your stomach to coil up, the urge to just take off one of your borrowed heels and jam it into the arm that was holding you in place becoming more and more tempting with each passing second. You scanned the room to see if you could discern which of the other guests was the unlucky bastard's wife, finding a heavily pregnant woman seated near the singular exit out into the hall with sad eyes and a scowl on her face as she eyed the man with a sloppy grip on you. "You're vile, Wilder. Go home to your wife and actually try to be a decent human if being a decent husband is too tall of an order for your miserable arse."

He looked as if you'd slapped him clean across the face. "You mouthy little slut where do you get off speaking to me like this?" He pulled on you harder, knocking you off balance and having you struggle to keep from him pulling you over and across the couch. "Don't fight it, little slut. I'll take you somewhere you can put that glib little mouth of yours to good use. Maybe if you're a good girl I'll even let you cum tonight--"

"Wilder get your paws off my date. Now." You could feel the coiling tension in your stomach begin to relax at the sound of Laing's voice over the speakers, an arm wrapping around your waist delicately while the other clamped around Wilder's wrist in a vice grip. "While I still have the inclination to ask nicely."

The burly man released you from his hold, raising his hands in the air with a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You probably weren't even worth the effort anyway," were his last words before he walked away, setting his sights on another woman and approaching her, a similar look of apprehensive disgust on the woman's face as he no doubt singed her nose hairs with his smell of sweat and cigarettes as he had done you just minutes ago.

"Come on, darling," Laing whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, slowly leading you toward the balcony, the fresh air making you gasp desperately for your next breaths as if you were trying to clear the outright disgust from your encounter out of your lungs. He kept his hold loose on you as you relaxed against the wall, his forehead pressed lightly against yours while he guided you through deep breaths, his woodsy citrusy scent helping to calm you even more. "I shouldn't have left you alone with him on the prowl. I'm so sorry, Y/N."

"Hey don't be so hard on yourself I'm honestly surprised you came back in the first place," you answered back, still slightly feeling the effects of the alcohol on you. "It's alright, really--"

Before you could tell him he could be done with his favor to Charlotte and you'd just go home and sleep off your adrenaline from your unfortunate run in, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss. The thrill you felt earlier tonight from him kissing your hand had nothing on how his mouth on yours ignited a flame that quicly spread through your whole body, making your knees buckle as he pressed harder against you, his fingers weaving into your hair as his other arm wrapped around you while he worked his thigh between your legs.

"People like him don't particularly like hearing the word 'no'."

His words were fraught with meaning, like he was giving you a warning of what could befall you if you ever found yourself alone with him again. The mere thought of what could have happened if Laing didn't come around when he did and Wilder succeeded in dragging you off somewhere had you going frigid where you stood.

"Don't trouble yourself, sweet girl." He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, kissing a trail to your neck. "You'll find soon enough that this place will set things right sooner or later. He'll get what he deserves eventually without any intervention from us. Until that day comes I'll do what I can. Make sure no harm comes to you." You let out a sharp moan of his name when his lips glided across your skin in an open-mouthed kiss, feeling your body grow weak when you felt his tongue lick at your skin. "The best way to do that is to make sure he sees you're spoken for." He kissed his way up to your mouth again, both of you groaning into each other's mouths when his tongue slid past your lips and tangled with your own. "Make him see that you're mine."

"Am I, though?" You cursed your filterless mouth for letting the question leave your lips.

"If you want to be," he shot back with a boyish smile, pressing another kiss to your lips, lightly nipping at your bottom lip. "For the illusion. For the night. For longer. Whichever you choose."

You felt overwhelmed with emotions, but part of you felt inclined to trust in his words that things would be set right soon enough, the conviction in his tone reassuring you and allowing your mind to focus on the fire that was spreading throughout your entire body. The only response you could give him was a little nod before he gave you a devilish smirk and pressed harder against you, his hand sliding down your torso and working its way under your dress.

"Oh sweet girl," he cooed when his fingers slid up the inside of your thigh, coming into contact with the slick fabric of your panties. "Tell me this is for me. Make my night, I beg of you."

He traced up the length of your slit with the tips of his fingers, applying just the slightest bit of pressure when he reached your clit, circling the hardening nub with expert precision and coaxing an answer from you. "Who else…would it be for?" you gasped, arching against him and letting out a moan drowned out by the party going on mere feet away from you.

Your arched back gave him the chance to wrap his free arm around you and pull you flush against him, kissing a trail from your lips down your neck and stopping at the base of your throat, biting and sucking a bruise into the skin. "You'll have to watch your words, darling. You're making it quite difficult to be gentle with you."

Those last words had you throwing all your inhibitions into the wind. "Then don't be. You said you wanted them to see that I'm yours if I wanted to be?" You pulled him by the lapels of his coat into a searing kiss, catching you both by surprise. "I want to be. Kiss me, fuck me, do what you want with me. Show them. Make them all see that I'm yours."

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, muffling your moans into his coat as he pulled the fabric of your panties to the side and slid two sinfully long fingers inside of you, twisting and scissoring at your walls readying you for him.

"Look at me, sweet girl," he growled, pressing you flat against the wall and lightly grasping your chin with his free hand. The sight of his stormy gaze becoming near black from his dilated pupils stole your breath away.

He curled his fingers upwards, finding a spot that made you completely delirious that your thoughts swirled in your head. The only thought that remained, the only one that mattered, was Laing. And the absolute devastation he was about to put you through.

His free hand slid down the side of your body, grabbing your leg and hoisting it up to wrap around his waist, opening you up even more for him and pressing your bodies closer together. The thumping music from the party was overpowered by your heart furiously pulsing in your ears, a knot tightening more and more with every sensuous stroke of his fingers at that tender spot inside you.

"Come for me, little temptress," he grunted, his breath hot against your skin as he rested his forehead against yours, giving you a knowing smile before lightly rubbing tight circles against your clit with his thumb, eliciting a scream of his name that had a handful of people diverting their attention to what was transpiring between you and the building's resident doctor out here in the balcony. You could still feel your walls clenching and spasming even after he'd pulled his fingers from you.

The air left your lungs when he wrapped his hand around your other leg and your feet left the ground before he moved you away from the wall. "What--" Your words died in a high-pitched whine when your back made contact with the cold surface of the table, the sight of Laing standing over you and unbuckling his belt kicking your racing heart into overdrive.

"I think they all need a touch more convincing," he told you, a devilish grin spread across his face as he lined himself up at your entrance and sliding to the hilt inside of you in a single thrust. Watching him throw his head back, neck muscles tense as he let out a moan of pure decadence would be a memory that might stay with you for decades to come. "F-fuck, it's like I was made for you, sweet girl."

He set a steady pace, both of you moaning and screaming into the night every time your hips came together. But what had your mind swimming was the way he lifted your leg and positioned it so that your ankle rested on his shoulder, turning his head to press a tender kiss to the reddening strip of skin caused by the strap of your shoe. The tenderness of the action in stark contrast with the way he rocked his hips into yours making you whine and moan his name like a wolf in heat.

His other hand moved up the side of your body, fingers running along the slit opening at the cleavage of your dress. "May I?"

Your lack of filter once again had you cursing yourself. "You're already inside me, are you really asking permission to touch my tits?" He gave you that boyish smile again as you nodded your assent, his hand quickly working its way under the fabric to move the breezy fabric aside and expose your breast to the cold night air.

Near-obsidian eyes roamed your body laid out on the table before him, from the lustful expression on your face down to where your bodies were connected, the doctor biting his lip before leaning down to slant his mouth over hours in a frenzied kiss, your tongues tangling together as you buried your fingers in his hair. The slightest pull at his short curls had him growling against your mouth before he broke the kiss, making his way down to take your nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth ever so slightly against the pebbled skin and making you release your hold on him when your eyes rolled back from the sheer ecstasy of it all.

When his thrusts became erratic you felt his hand at the swollen nub above your entrance, you let out a scream of his name as your climaxes overtook you both. You didn't know what came over you when you bit into his neck as you rode out the waves of your orgasm, but he took it as a cue to sink his teeth into the swell of your breast, both of you surely leaving a mark on each other that would stay for at least the next couple of days.

"There's no way I'm letting you drive home after this," he said softly once he caught his breath, pressing soft kisses to your cheek and temple while you were still trying to ground yourself. "Please let me escort you back to your place."

"Don't worry there won't be any driving required," you answered him, your mind still in a haze. "Just a walk to the elevator. 25C."

"Is that so?" You only nodded at him, giving him a fully sated smile as he moved the fabric of your dress to cover you again before tucking himself back into his trousers. He held your hand as he helped you off the table, pulling you into his arms again as soon as you were back on your feet to capture your lips in a tender kiss. "Well in that case…hello, neighbor."

This wasn't how you expected your night to end when you woke up this morning to Charlotte ceaselessly banging on the door to the apartment you'd just moved in to, practically begging you to go to the tenant party to both accompany her and celebrate your new home and the fact that you now lived so close to each other. You were more than ready to have ended the night with aching feet, slightly buzzed, and alone in bed. As you always did.

You didn't expect it to end feeling near boneless after spending the last few hours with the man that had initially been your companion for said party as a favor to your sister, bodies slick with sweat and without a stitch of clothing separating you. Coherent thoughts had ceased to form the second you two stepped foot into your apartment and he immediately hoisted you into his arms and carried you to the bedroom, and he brought you to orgasm so many times you lost count.

There was an air of utterly sexed out bliss that surrounded you that only shattered when both your labored breathing had evened out, and he pressed a kiss to your collarbone and spoke again. "I believe this is where we part ways, sweet girl."

Would it be entirely too dramatic if you said you felt your heart splinter at his words? Probably. But in the moment, that was how it felt. Like a rug had been pulled out from under your feet and you were immediately dropped from a vibrant fantasy world and straight back to the bleak reality that was your day to day.

"Should've known this was coming," you scoffed out, propping yourself up on your elbows as he pulled away, unable to hide the sting of disappointment playing at your features. "Should be used to it by now I really don't know why I even thought you'd be different, but fuck it. That's on me--"

"Wait, Y/N stop. Did…did you think I was about to leave because--"

"You got what you wanted. Fucked the new girl, novelty's gone, probably realized my sister's better, really I'm used to the song and dance. So really, everything's fine. Go. I'm a big girl, I'm not about to cry and moan about it." If only you could have fought against the tears that were stinging at the back of your eyes so you could actually sell the pitch.

"And here I thought you were about to kick me out of bed so I was just beating you to the punch. Leave with a shred of dignity, you know?"

His muttered words felt like ice water washing over your entire body, immediately reaching for him in the relative darkness of the bedroom, your fingertips tracing the marblesque features of his face as you touched your nose to his. "Who would ever be stupid enough to kick you out of bed?"

Your breath hitched when his fingers curled at the curve of your waist, his thumb stroking your skin and lightly brushing the underside of your breast. "If you say you don't want me to go then--"

"Stay." The word came out all too quickly, making you bite the inside of your cheek from how desperate you saw yourself the second you said it. No taking it back, now, you inwardly hissed. Fucking pathetic. "I--I mean only if you want to, if you don't really no harm no foul just pretend I didn't say anything--"

The rest of your words died in a surprised little squeak when he cut you off with a kiss, wrapping his arm around you and maneuvering you so that your back was once again laid flat on the mattress. "I want to," he sighed against your lips.

You two had settled into the center of the bed, your head resting on his shoulder while his fingertips traced down the length of your arm. "For longer," you blurted out, pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw.

"For longer what, sweetheart?"

The endearment slipping from his lips had your heart doing  backflips in your chest. "You said something earlier about being yours if I wanted. For tonight or for longer. There's my answer. For longer."

The smile he gave you somehow shone brilliantly despite the dim lighting of your bedroom, with only the moon providing even the smallest glimmer of light. "You might reconsider that answer once I subject you to my cooking in the morning, darling."

"Well, nobody's perfect, Doctor Laing, but I won't hold that against you."

A/N: Welcome to Kinktober, everybody! I'm a couple days late because I literally just finished banging out (pun absolutely fully intended) the smut scene minutes before posting this. Like I mentioned before, I'm hoping to do 5 stories as an initial goal but I have 15 planned out. Anything that I don't end up making in October will still be made somewhere down the line, it's just gonna move down the priority ladder.

It has been a long while since I wrote smut, so please be gentle, I feel like I am babey again with how rusty I am. And also it's the first time I'm writing Laing so also…be gentle.

I'm already working on the next story which will be 'bath/shower' with an older Magnus Martinsson, so hopefully that'll be reaching your dashes in the next few days 🫡

Here's a gif for everyone that reads until the end:

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All The Right Moves

Robert Laing x fem!Reader

Summary: When Robert comes home from work, he catches you dancing in the kitchen - and decides to join you...

Warnings: this is a songfic? fluff, dancing, suggestive smut - it gets quite a bit hot and steamy

Word Count: 1,9k

a/n: Some of you were quite a curious about the 'Secret Project'. I told you about. Well, here it is - and it's a birthday gift for @muddyorbsblr ! 🥳 We talked about those gifs and she told me about the story she imagined - and I immediately started to write it; knowing that her birthday was coming up. 🥰 Bestie, I really hope you like this! Happy Birthday! ❤

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°☆• Masterlist •☆°

This is basically based on this song...

... and this scene...

The High Rise was still bustling with the people who lived inside the big building, despite the fact that it was quite late in the evening. Robert had to work a few hours longer today, resulting in the sun already setting, as he stepped through the big doors of London's biggest, most modern skyscraper.

It was early June - the beginning of the summertime, and it showed. The days had gotten longer and the nights shorter; temperatures steadily rising. Several children were still awake; running around, laughing and having fun - just like the adults. Countless men with bottles of beer and women with swim attire crossed his paths; probably planning on throwing yet another party. Like they always did. Robert though, was tired. A long day stuffed to the brim with work was behind him and all he wanted to do, was to spend some quality time with his wife, perhaps eat something and then fall into bed to catch some much-needed sleep.

Taking one of the elevators, he leaned against the metal wall and waited almost impatiently for it to make that familiar 'ding' sound; announcing that it arrived on the 25th floor. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long.

Robert walked straight to yours and his apartment then, literally storming through the door; shutting the loud and annoying world out.

As soon as the door was closed shut behind him, a relieved sigh left his lips. He had been quite a bit lost in his own thoughts, when the sound of music - coming undoubtedly from the kitchen, pulled him back down to earth in the here and now.

And some aces up your sleeve

I had no idea that you're in deep

I dreamt about you near me every night this week

It caused an immediate smile to appear on his lips. Robert knew that song. By heart. It was one of your favourites - and became over the years one of his favourites, too.

How many secrets can you keep'

′Cause there′s this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow

When I play it on repeat

Until I fall asleep

Spilling drinks on my settee

The doctor took off his dress shoes, placed them neatly beside your shoes and put down his working bag. Then he made his way quietly, but quickly to yours and his shared bedroom, slipping out of the greyish black suit jacket he wore; the tie following immediately. Undoing a few of his shirt buttons, Robert felt finally comfortable and 'free'.

The music wasn't extremely loud, but he could still hear every word.

(Do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Being only in his matching suit trousers and white shirt now, he sneaked up to the kitchen. Carefully, he lurked around the corner. There you were, in the middle of cooking something which smelt like spaghetti Carbonara - but undoubtedly heavenly; blasting one of your all-time favourites. You were definitely feeling the music with all your heart and soul. Robert could tell, because you had abandoned the pots and pans, in order to dance.

Crawlin' back to you.

Ever thought of calling when you′ve had a few?

'Cause I always do

Maybe I′m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

Now I've thought it through

As soon as the refrain hit, your dance moves increased. Robert leaned against the door frame, watching you with a smile; hands buried in his trouser pockets. How you moved so gracefully. How your light blue knee-length summer dress flowed with every move you made. And he watched, how happy you seemed to be. It made him happy in return as well - and his heart to beat faster with the love he felt for you.

You had your back towards your husband and therefore hadn't a single clue that he was even there. But when the last line of the refrain sounded through the kitchen, you turned around...

Crawlin' back to you.

The sight of Robert standing casually in the door frame with a soft, but amused smile on his lips caught you off-guard, of course. You visibly flinched; hand flying up to your heaving chest. You could practically feel your heart thumbing against your palm.

Then your cheeks reddened; feeling a bit like a deer caught in the headlights. But once the realisation set in, that it was your husband standing in front of you, a small giggle slipped past your lips. "Robert!"

So have you got the guts?

Been wondering if your heart's still open and

If so I wanna know what time it shuts

Simmer down and pucker up

I′m sorry to interrupt it′s just I'm constantly

On the cusp of trying to kiss you

I don′t know if you feel the same as I do

But we could be together, if you wanted to

With 'Do I Wanna Know?' still blaring in the background, you closed the distance between yourself and your husband. Without saying much, you placed a small kiss on his soft lips, in order to greet him. Automatically, your hands landed on his well-trained chest; displayed through the way too tight white shirt he wore.

While Robert's hands found their way to your waist, you rubbed his pecs with your palms in an affectionate manner. "How was work?" The doctor just shook his head. "I don't want to talk about work, darling." You raised an eyebrow and crooked your head in slightly amused confusion. "You usually always talk about work, honey."

Robert licked his lips; baby blues gazing deeply in your Y/E/C ones. "Later. I don't want to talk now. What I want is to dance."

(Do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Before your brain was entirely able to process what Robert just said, he suddenly pulled you with a quick movement closer against him. So close, that your chest collided with his. You let out a small yelp; having not expected this 'bold' move.

Crawlin' back to you.

Robert's timing was perfect, to say the least. With the peak of the refrain, he started to dance; causing your body to sway with his, of course.

Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?

(Calling when you′ve had a few)

'Cause I always do ('cause I always do)

Maybe I′m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

Now I′ve thought it through

Robert had always been a great dancer. You knew, but he showed it to you once again...

With one hand placed firmly on the small of your back, he moved his hips in sync with yours. His head lowered; forehead pressed against yours. Your hands had wandered as well; moved from his chest to cross behind his neck. Therefore, that you were so close to one another, the dance became quite intimate very fast - and utterly intense. You could feel the warmth radiating off his body; his big, warm hand splayed over the clothed skin on your back - on the verge of touching your ass. You could smell his expensive, rich cologne; him and letting yourself drown in it.

You and Robert literally danced on a thin line between romance and eroticism. Tendencies to the latter. And when he switched positions, you knew exactly how this dance was going to end.

Crawling back to you, (do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Robert let go of you and took a few steps back. As soon as his touch left your body, you already missed it; longing to feel him again. But you were not the one in control... He was.

Taking your hand in his bigger one, he lifted both your arms and signalling you to twirl yourself around - which you did with a small giggle; dress flowing in the air once more. Although that 'foolish', girly, little giggle soon faded into a sinful, quiet, little moan, as your husband caught you mid spin with his free arm around your middle, and pressed your ass against his crotch. That was the moment you started to lose it.

Robert splayed one big hand over your lower abdomen; keeping you snugly pinned against him. If that wasn't already torturous enough, he started to move and grind in hips to the beat of the music - and what you felt through the thin layers of clothing caused a gasp to fall from your lips.

Unbeknownst to you, Robert had a naughty smile on his face; knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

(Do I wanna know?)

Too busy being yours to fall

(Sad to see you go)

Ever thought of calling darling?

(Do I wanna know)

Do you want me crawling back to you?

You were in such a haze; totally lost in the way Robert danced with you, that you didn't notice where he was leading you. Therefore, you found yourself trapped between your husband and the kitchen counter by the end of the song.

With the last line, Robert spun you once more around - this time in his arm, and pressed you against the wooden surface. A small, shocked yelp escaped your lips, before your eyes widened in realisation. The position Robert put you in only now dawning on you. Despite that you were quite flustered, you had nevertheless gained a little bit confidence.

Lifting your hand, you let your fingers toy with the opened buttons of his shirt. "Dr. Laing... How naughty..." You tutted playfully; shaking your head. Unfortunately, you weren't able to stay serious and broke out into another fit of giggles.

Robert loved that about you. Your sweet tries to act all dominant and seductive, but you were way too shy and flustered.

The doctor caught your wandering hand easily mid-air and pinned it against his own chest; his large palm swallowing yours whole. "Nu.Uh, Mrs. Laing. If I recall that correctly, you are the naughty one..." Robert stated; letting his gaze drop. His baby blues were no longer staring into your Y/E/C ones. "You started this, didn't you? Dancing to such a quite erotic song... You literally begged for this to happen, am I right?" He underlined his words by pushing you closer against the counter; hips colliding with yours. You gasped - audibly; eyelids fluttering shut. "R-Robert, I-I-I-"

He didn't need to see or hear more to know, that he was right. Your reaction was clear evidence.

"You got yourself in this situation..." Your husband whispered deeply; hoisting you up on the kitchen counter. "And now you have to deal with the consequences. Although, I'm sure you are going to enjoy it," Robert announced with a wolfish grin, before you heard the familiar sound of a zipper being unzipped. You swallowed hard. You were in trouble - because of a damn song!

[shiningloki]

Trials Of Pleasure - NEW FIC COMING SOON!

Trials Of Pleasure - New Fic Preview

(LOKI X READER / PRINCE HAL X READER / SIR THOMAS SHARPE X READER / CAPTAIN JAMES CONRAD X READER / DOCTOR ROBERT LAING X READER / ADAM X READER / JONATHAN PINE X READER)

You want Loki. You always have. You admire his magic. You crave the power he can give you. But most of all, you want to be his pleasure slave. You want to be the one he fucks every day.

After years of unsuccessfully trying to summon Loki, you turn to dark magic. It works and you manage to forcefully bring Loki to you. He’s impressed by your dedication and talent but angered at the way you summoned him. For that reason, Loki is going to make you prove that you are worth all of this trouble. He’s going to see just how willing you are to submit to him and his sexual desires. To do that, he’s going to put you through a series of trials to see if you have what it takes to be his student and his toy.

Your mission is to deliver pleasure to Loki’s “friends” throughout history. You’ll have to find them, please them, fuck them. 

Who are they? The Prince. The Baronet. The Soldier. The Doctor. The Musician. The Spy. 

Loki will send you to the time periods, you’ll just need to find them. Will you be able to survive the peril that comes with searching down these men? Can you give them enough pleasure to prove to Loki that you are worthy of being the woman who warms his bed? Or will you get lost in the timelines without your magic and without a way back home?

Master List

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My newest chaptered fic is here! Starting one week from now, “Trials Of Pleasure” will premiere on AO3! It’s full of smut, smut, and, well, more smut!! 

Below is a snippet from chapter 1! If you’re interested in being added to the tag list for this fic, just let me know!! Enjoy this little preview and I can’t wait to share this wonderfully smutty adventure with you all!

A preview from Chapter 1: The Spell:

“You, my naughty witch, have severely messed up. You went against the laws of magic in order to bring me here. You must pay for it,” Loki said, stepping back into your personal space. You stepped backwards but he continued to tower over you. “You brought me here so you could learn magic from me, and goodness, be a little sex slave to me. Fine, you can have that, but you have to earn it.”

“Earn it? How?” you asked with wide eyes.

“Easy. I will not just accept any whore to enter into my bed, especially for an extended period of time as you are hoping for. You have to prove that you are capable of delivering pleasure,” Loki explained with a wave of his hand, still wet from your juices. “I have...friends scattered throughout history, men who are good comrades of mine who will determine whether or not you are good enough to be my toy. I can determine your strength as a student, and considering you’ve mastered dark magic enough to force me, the Master Sorcerer into your room, you are extremely talented. But they can help me figure out if your body will be just as valuable as your brains to me. Please them, and I will accept you as mine.”

“Friends? Men throughout history? What does that even mean? How -”

Loki grabbed your face with one large hand. “Do you want this? A life under my wing? A life in my bed? A life with me?”

“Yes,” you said quickly, completely sure of your answer.

“Good. Then this challenge will certainly be exciting. Now, in order to stop you from trying to escape my trials…” Loki moved his hand to your chest and made a grasping motion with his fist. He pulled his fist back and you felt something leave your body. In his fist was a trail of green light. 

“What did you do?” you gasped.

“I took your magic,” Loki said with a shrug. He made a complex movement with his hands and the green light he had stolen from you disappeared. “Pleasure my men and you will get it back. Fail and you will never see me nor your magic ever again.”

You stiffened, terrified of what was about to happen. What would Loki do to you? He was right. You had definitely messed up. The Master of Magic knew you used forbidden magic and now he was punishing you for it through a test of pleasure. But you knew you had to prove him wrong. You had to show him that you wanted him enough to endure his trials and come out victorious. You wanted him. You would have him. You wanted to be his student, his slave, his. You lifted your head and gave him a determined look.

“What do I have to do?” you asked.

“Find my men. Fuck them. Please them. Make me see that it’s worth it to take you in,” Loki explained. He grabbed your arm and pressed two fingers to the inside of your forearm. There was a glimmer and a golden tattoo etched its way onto your skin. You quickly recognized it as Loki’s insignia. He hummed and stroked his thumb over the tattoo. “There. That will help you find them, or rather, help them find you.”

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“Trials Of Pleasure” will debut on AO3 on December 19th. To be added to the tag list, send me a message, an ask, a comment, or state your interest in a reblog.

[lazulifoster]

I had some fun trying to recreate Dr. Laing’s paint riddled face. My recreation is minimally adequate.

[to-boldly-nope]

Where Did The Party Go?- Robert Laing x Female Reader Smut

Pairing: Robert Laing x Female Reader

Words: 1,471

Warnings: SMUT, PWP, dirty talk, unprotected sex, fingering, vaginal sex, drug and alcohol mention, smoking, public sex, orgasm denial?, just really bad writing

A/N: I need to get used to writing smut but I get so embarrassed and end up putting it off for weeks aha also like this is kinda filthy if you know me irl then you don't :)

A party on the 27th floor was the place to be tonight. The bass of the rock music vibrated the walls and the glasses full of cheap alcohol. Bodies were dancing or making out in a sense. You were propped up against the bar, holding a glass of cheap wine and chatting with the guy from 2512.

"So, you're a doctor?" You asked before drinking your wine.

"I study in physiology. What do you do for a living?"

You smirked and grabbed his tie, pulling him closer to you. You put your lips next to his ear and whispered, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

You let go of his tie and finished the rest of your wine. He lit a cigarette and you slightly coughed, waving the smoke away from your face.

"Sorry," he muttered while putting the cigarette in one of the dents in the ashtray.

"It's not you, it's the rest of the smoke. I'm surprised that nothing's caught fire yet."

"Is it like this all the time?"

You grabbed another bottle of wine and began to pour yourself another glass. "Yeah, I'd say so. I don't show up to many parties."

"Such a shame. My name's Robert Laing, by the way."

"You know, Robert, Charlotte wasn't the only one who saw you on the balcony last week. Haven't you heard of indecent exposure? However, if you wish to continue then I wouldn't protest much. You're such a marvelous sight."

Robert looked you up and down before smiling, "Would you like to dance?"

"And by dance you mean-?"

"Us being close together, moving as one," he smirked.

"You know me too well, Laing," you smiled as you sat down your wine glass.

Laing grabbed your hand and let you to somewhere in the room. All the songs that played were everything but slow and romantic, which sat the mood for the moment. You felt Laing push his chest into your back and he put his hand on your stomach, making you move with the beat.

"You like to be in control, don't you?"

You felt him grind into you and you bit your lip. If he kept this up then you'd be a goner.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He whispered in your ear like you did him earlier.

"I'm having the time of my life right now. Honestly, though, if you wanted to fuck me all you had to do was ask. I know we're both sober right now."

He nipped at your earlobe before placing kisses down your jaw and neck, making you whimper and smile.

"So, you wouldn't mind if I fuck you right here in front of all of these people?"

"Please," you scoffed as he began to leave hickies on you. Your hand went up to his hair as he continued to make you grind on him. "These people are so fucking horny all the time they'd probably enjoy it."

"I could always fuck you senseless on the balcony."

"Like you did Charlotte?" You laughed. "Won't she be upset when she learns that you fucked another girl the same way?"

He spun you around to where you were facing him. He looked annoyed in whatever light there was, but your teasing didn't help. "She was a one night stand. However, I like you and don't plan on getting rid of you that easily."

"Nor I you, Doctor."

"Good girl," he whispered as one of his hands went under your dress. He looked back up at you with a surprised look. "No panties? You made this easier for the both of us, haven't you?"

Before you could answer, he was drawing circles on your clit. You jolted from the sudden shock and let out a moan. His other hand was quick to grab your ass to hold you steady. He looked at your lips for a second before kissing you gently at first, then he kissed you again while using his tongue.

His hand went from your clit down to your core and he didn't hesitate to insert two of his fingers inside you.

"Shit," you moaned.

"You like that? Being fingered in front of all of these people?"

"God, yes."

Everybody was in their own little world, whether it was from the drugs or the alcohol, to even notice you and Laing. The music drowned out your moans and whimpers so they couldn't hear a thing.

His fingers curled and you let out a little scream. Laing only smiled at you, picking up his pace.

"Remember if you cum then you can't let it get on the carpet."

"What? Fucking hell-"

Laing pulled his fingers out of you and admired your arousal. "Balcony. Now."

You basically ran to the balcony with Laing following behind you. He lead you over the ledge and kissed you again, grabbing your legs and putting them around his waist.

It was quieter out on the balcony. The bass vibrations and chatter were still there, but the groans and panting were now audible for the both of you.

"Please, don't drop me," you said as he grinded against you again.

"I won't, don't worry. I got you."

He picked you up and laid you down on the table. Laing grabbed a hold of your legs and put them on his shoulders. He began to nip at your thighs, making your legs shake and almost close. You felt him lick an area of skin before biting it, making you let out a choked whimper.

"Do you like that? Use your words, baby."

"Yes, sir."

He groaned against your skin when you spoke, making you shiver in the warm summer night. "God, I think that you're going to be the best one I've ever had."

He put your legs down and quickly unbuckled his pants and you yanked his tie off before going to unbutton his shirt.

"Come here," he breathed out pulling your body close to his. He didn't hesitate to start thrusting into you. You were quick to wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you and your legs around his waist. You dug your fingernails into his back while moaning.

"Do that again," he moaned, "God you feel so good."

You clawed at his back as he kissed you again, your moans muffled. You were embarrassed to admit that you were so close to cumming already and Laing could sense your feeling.

"Is my girl about to cum already? We just started," he smirked. "Just try to hold it a bit longer, ok?"

You nodded as he hit your g-spot, making you scream. Your chest heaved as you admired Laing from above you, eyes half-lidded and mouth open, he looked like a Greek god above you. He picked up his pace and the knot in your stomach wound tighter.

"C-cum?" You breathed. "Please?"

"Yes, oh god, fuck," he moaned out as he felt you clinch around him before cumming on him. He gave two more thrusts before cumming inside you, but he was still hard.

He grabbed you and flipped you over on your hands and knees. "You've been such a good girl. I'm sure you can handle round two, right?"

"Yes, sir. I can-"

"Just yes or no, dear."

"Yes, sir," you repeated.

"Good," he cooed while stroking your hair and then dragging his hand along your back. "If it's too much all you have to do is say something."

"Yes, sir."

His hands latched onto your hips as he inserted himself in you again, still containing his fast pace as before. The way his hands were gripping onto you, you were sure that there was going to be bruises.

"You're so beautiful taking my cock like this."

The music of the party inside began to fade as he continued to fuck you. You were sure that they can hear your moans and curses from inside now, but the thought just turned you on more.

"I'm gonna cum again," you moaned out as he began to place soft kisses along your spine.

"Me too," he simply grunted. He sped up his pace before burying himself deep inside of you and painting your walls white. You came soon after him.

"Would you like anything? Water? Some food?" Laing asked as he began getting dressed.

"I'm fine, thank you, Robert."

You handed him his tie and his shirt and he smiled as he took them, his face a tinted red and some of his his hair stuck to his forehead. A handsome creature he was.

"You never did tell me your name."

You got off the table and walked up to him and fixed his tie. "My name is (Y/N). Hope to see you around." You gave him a kiss and then walked away and he watched as you left. He really hoped that he too would see you around.

[smolvenger]

Do any of y'all want to be tagged in my first High-Rise Fic?

Okay, guys. I finished a second draft of a fluff and smut fic about fem! reader being a tenant at the High-Rise and losing her virginity to Doctor Sexy himself, Robert Laing. Would anyone be interested in being tagged! Like I said, there will be smut, so 18+ for this one-shot, please!

[anotherwritersblog]

Title: I Want You

Pairings: Dr. Robert Laing x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit [+18 only}

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: explicit sexual content (p in v), implied sexual content, pardon the french (literally)

Author's Note: So this was written back in like August and stored far away into my notebooks when I watched High Rise, based all on that one kitchen scene. I may or may not have replayed that scene at least 3 times 😅 I love Seb and Chris, but Tom Hiddleston will always be my love 💖

Anyway, if you are under the age of 18, or you have no age in your bio, and I see you interacting with this post in any way, I am blocking you. I don't post a lot of actual smut, and I don’t think that I ever will after this. So please, just skip this and find another piece to read instead. I can easily recommend something if you need me to!

Spicy writing is not my forte, so bear with me here. I’m only posting because I’m actually proud of like 90% of the piece 🥺 Also, if you speak french, I just google translated what I needed, so I'm sorry if it was butchered in any way. Mistakes are my own.

Any and all reblogs/likes/comments are appreciated.

In no way, shape, or form, do you have permission to repost this anywhere.

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It has been at least two weeks since the power went out in our building. Filth and rubbish litter the hallways, the rooms, and the tenant’s minds. People have been partying, beating each other, and everything in between. It’s honestly a little terrifying and I had no one to go to. Except Dr. Laing.

It's crazy to believe that someone on his level would even give someone like me a glance. It wasn't until we both happened to be at the grocery store one afternoon, hands heading for the last copy of the Learn French book, that our they grazed each other before our eyes found the other.

I retracted my hand and slowly flattened the bottom of my white and green sundress. Eyes avoiding his gaze, I apologized. “I'm so sorry, Sir. Please. Take the book.”

“No, it’s quite alright, darling,” he grabbed the book, but, to my surprise, outstretched it to me.

I shook my head. “C’est bon. Je connais déjà le français. Je voulais juste le rafraîchir.” The man looked a little surprised.

I giggled and caught the gaze of those baby blue eyes. “It's ok. I already know French. I just wanted to brush up on it. Please. Take it,” I smiled at the tall man looking down at me.

“Well thank you…”

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Doctor Robert Laing.”

From there it grew into bumping into each other every time we were at the grocery store or passing by in the elevator. Conversations grew and there was a time or two that we grabbed dinner at the restaurant in our building. I had been to his apartment once before, but that was about it. He was on a higher floor than me, the twenty-fifth floor compared to my fifteenth. But each time in passing, his smile would brighten the room just a little more.

Oh, that smile.

The only brightness left in all the darkness that has befallen our building.

That smile, is part of the reason, I decided to slip into one of the few sundresses I had left that wasn’t completely tattered, and slowly make my way up the stairs. Once I hit the twenty-fifth floor, I pushed the door open and walked until I saw what should be apartment 2505. That last number had gone missing somewhere into the abyss on the floor.

I knocked once, then twice, waiting for him to answer. There were several men at the other end of the hall, talking and raking their eyes over my body. My skin was crawling as I heard a low whistle travel from the other end. I knocked a third time, hoping Dr. Laing would answer soon. Thankfully, he did.

“Please, come in!” He pulled the door further open to an apartment full of unopened boxes, floor to ceiling full. I walked in as he closed the door behind me. When I turned to look at him, I noticed paint down his legs, splattered across his clothes, along his arms to the end of his fingers, and even around his eyes.

Oh, those eyes.

“I think I found the perfect color,” he said as he dragged me around the corner to his living area. It was this blueish gray that made the whole area a little brighter. He was looking around when I noticed his hand was still in mine. Well. More like engulfing mine, but there was a warmth that was starting to spread throughout my body.

When I slipped mine away, he looked down at me, with a bit of curiosity. “I grabbed the last Riesling at the grocery store when they started to have fewer items in stock. Figured we could enjoy it together.”

“That sounds lovely, my dear,” he smiled and nodded towards the kitchen.

I made my way and opened his cabinets, only to find his last clean wine glasses on the top shelf. I stood on my tip toes and started to reach for them. I felt my dress start to rise, and I knew I was starting to show more than I could bargain for.

I was almost able to grab one of the glasses when I felt heat against my back. I was gently pushed into the counter when I saw a hand reach just a little further than I was able to. He grabbed one glass and brought it down to hand to me. When he reached for the second glass, he leaned in a little further this time. That’s when I felt it.

What was being confined in his slacks, was being pushed against my ass. This pulled a soft moan from myself, tilting my head back, and hitting his shoulder. His hand that was once raised in the air, was now on the hem of my dress. His fingers ever so lightly moving underneath my dress, until he reached my hip.

“Dis-moi” Just tell me.

“Dis moi ce que tu veux.” Tell me what you want.

His other hand did the same, running under my dress, except this time, his fingers found their way to the front waistband of my panties.

I couldn’t remember the last time a man had touched me, let alone had me pooling this much. But he was everything I could ever dream of. Charming. Intelligent. Handsome. Kind. And at this point, there was no going back.

I leaned back into him and placed my hands over his. I slightly turned my head to look in his eyes and could only mutter out one thing.

“Je te veux.” I want you.

His hands were quick in slipping my panties to the floor and nudging my feet apart with his. I heard a zip and soon felt not only a hand on my hip again, but the feeling of his cock. He slowly rocked his hips, but the teasing was too much to bear.

I moaned a simple please and in one swift motion, he pushed his length inside of me. I grabbed the counter with both hands and pushed against him. His lips on my shoulder and neck before pulling out and pushing back in. He was slow at first, but soon found a rhythm that worked. One where I found enough pleasure to squeeze my entire being around him.

We were both feeling the rush, as he continued at a faster pace. My head leaned back into the crook of his neck, his hands gripping harder at my hips, and his breathing becoming more erratic. Neither of us could help the moans coming from either of our mouths.

His left hand reached between my thighs to find the one spot he knew would help add more pleasure to this ride. The pace and the feeling of his cock inside me pushed me further until he muttered two simple words.

“I’m coming.”

Those words were what pushed my coil to snap. Both of us were consumed with a pleasure so intense, neither of us were moving for minutes afterwards. He stilled inside of me, with his arms wrapped around my waist. He left his chin on my shoulder, as I tried to steady my breath, and match his.

Once we were both back in the kitchen, he pulled himself out of me, and left to grab a towel. I turned to lean against the counter, as I knew that my legs still weren’t reliable at the moment.

“I’m sorry darling, the water is a little cold right now,” he said before crouching to the ground and running the damp towel between my thighs. I don’t know if I gasped because of the chilly towel, or the fact that he started to lick everything that was dripping down my inner thighs.

A whimper escaped my mouth before my hands found their way to his hair.

I thought this adventure might have been a one and done type deal. But it was only just beginning.

[raqnarokr]

Trapped in the Elevator

Posted on AO3

Word count: 1627

Pairing: Robert Laing x Female!Reader

Warning: contains smut content (+18)

Summary: You were instantly attracted to the charming Doctor Robert Laing since you saw him for the first time. One day, you two share the elevator but there's a blackout and Robert find a way to calm you.

★ Please don't repost my works in any platform! Reblogs/shares and comments are highly appreciated.

[lokiskitten]

!! SEEKING FOR A RP PARTNER !!

Marvel, Star Wars...

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[ Hello, I am currently in quest of finding a serious, open minded and invested roleplay partner who would be willing to entertain double rps depending on my mood ( I won’t necessarily ask you for a rp if I’m not feeling like handling two of them ). If interested, make sure to check the infos below and read one of my fics to get a peek of my writing style! ]

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RULES :

No god moding. The plot is to be discussed and agreed on together. Communication is also key, so don’t ever hesitate to share your ideas/opinions.

Smut is allowed, and I tend to be comfortable with most topics so don’t hesitate to come up to me with any “taboo” subjects you’ve been afraid to ask for from anyone. Judgment isn’t a thing with me.

OCs are heavily welcome, but please remain rational. I’m extremely attached to realism, and tend to keep things and events logical whenever I write.

Please be literate. I expect one paragraph or more, especially as I tend to write a lot and give much efforts into my answers.

Now that you went through my rules, allow me to present the characters I would have muse for/once portrayed in my writer background or would be willing to give them a shot! :3

CHARACTERS ( classed under their actor ) :

Tom Hiddleston :

Loki Laufeyson | any version

Thomas Sharpe | Crimson Peak

James Conrad | Kong : skull island

Dr. Robert Laing | High Rise

Jonathan Pine | The night manager

Captain James Nicholls | War Horse

Tom Hiddleston himself | young and old

Benedict Cumberbatch :

Doctor Stephen Strange | mcu

Sherlock Holmes | Sherlock

Benedict Cumberbatch himself

Cillian Murphy :

Thomas Shelby | Peaky Blinders

Jonathan Crane | Batman begins

Lenny Miller | Anna

Timekeeper Raymond Leon | Time Out

Sebastian Stan :

Bucky Barnes | mcu

Mickey | Monday

Lee Bodecker | the devil all the time

Sebastian Stan himself

Lance Tucker | the bronze

Steve Kemp | fresh

Michael Fassbender :

David8 | Prometheus/Covenant

Erik Lensherr | x-men franchise

Brandon Sullivan | shame

Adam Driver :

Ben Solo/Kylo Ren | Star Wars sequels

Flip Zimmerman | blackkklansman

Charlie Barber | marriage story

Jacques le Gris | the last duel

Additional characters :

Michael Gray | Peaky Blinders

Harry Osborn, both version | spider man, TASM

Andrew Garfield’s spider man | TASM

Henry Bowers | IT

Michael Langdon | AHS : apocalypse

Billy Hargrove | stranger things

King Louis XVI | the man in the iron mask

Jim Mason | the tribes of Palos Verdes

Alex Summers | X-men franchise

Mysterio | spider man : far from home

President Loki | Loki series

Anakin Skywalker | Star Wars prequels

Thandruil | the hobbit

Legolas | LOTR and the hobbit

Din Djarin | the mandalorian

Michael Scofield | prison break

Achilles | Troy

Norman Bates | psycho

And probably more, so don’t hesitate to ask! ( mostly marvel, Star Wars, etc... )

Genres I like :

- romance

- drama

- action

- science fiction

- daily life issues ( if that makes sense lol )

- horror/thrillers

[ Thank you so much for taking time to browse through these infos! Please don’t be afraid to message me, I promise I don’t bite. Take care :3 ]

[holdmytesseract]

I got a Man - but I want You (18+)

Robert Laing x fem!Reader

Summary: Robert has been your best friend for quite a while. Now, you're on a party together. A heated discussion between the two of you about the 'usual topic' suddenly becomes more than just an argument...

Warnings: veeeery suggestive smut/light smut, cheating, quite a few swear words, alcohol, cigarettes, bad writing? Sorry to all the guys named Toby!

Word Count: 2,1k

a/n: Honestly, I have no idea how this one happened... I was just listening to 'You Right' by Doja Cat and saw a few pics of Dr. Laing and boom! Damn you, Hiddles - and your good looks! 😠 Nah, just kidding. I love him. 😂 I can't even tell if this is brilliant or an awful attempt at writing Robert Laing... 😅 Also, I rated it 18+, just to be on the safe side...

Tagging you guys from the Hiddles Taglist... @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814

...and a few peeps who I think might enjoy reading this - if it's even a joy to read it 😅... @michelleleewise @chantsdemarins @vbecker10 @lokisninerealms

"Stop that, please." I said annoyed, while reaching out my hand to grab the fourth - or fifth? glass of cheap champagne from the cocktail bar. "Stop what, darling?" I rolled my eyes. I was way too tipsy for having this conversation with him, but now that he set the ball rolling, it was most likely inevitable. Why couldn't he just listen to me once and do what I am asking him to do, without questioning it? "That, for example." I brushed past him, passed a lot of other party guests. We were at one of those amateur parties, they held at least four times a week. People, cigarettes, drugs and a lot of cheap alcohol.

My flight from him had been a miserable attempt to prevent the upcoming collision. It was always the same. "That what?" It was no use, of course. He followed me around like a lost puppy. Like he did so often. "Calling me 'darling' for example. Or following me around, wherever I go." He huffed out a breath and took a long sip from his drink. "Why? I thought you liked that." Once again, I rolled my eyes. "Do we really need to discuss this now, in between all those partying people, loud music and empty champagne bottles - again?" "Not when you're finally admitting that you want me." He gave me one of those ridiculously handsome and smug smiles and took another sip of his drink - what caused me to get even more annoyed. I groaned in frustration. He just couldn't stop this shit. "How many times, Robert... How many times have I told you, that we are just best friends. I don't want you!" I didn't realise that I had raised my voice - until I had finished my sentence and recognised how a few other party guests were staring at us. I clenched my jaw and rolled once again my eyes, before I grabbed harshly Robert's arm and dragged him behind myself, through the French door and out on the balcony. I didn't want to discuss that topic further with him when all those curious people were around.

"Why did you drag me out on an abandoned balcony then, when you don't want me?" The man in the deliciously sexy dark grey suit asked - wait, what? I shook my head and teared my gaze away from him, crossing my arms over my chest. "Robert... For the last time... I don't want you!" "Yes? Is that so?" The doctor leaned casually against the railing of the balcony and lit a cigarette. "Yes! We are best friends! Nothing more, nothing less! I have a boyfriend!" He frowned. "You meant you have a drag." I felt how the blood started to boil inside my veins. That smug bastard drove me so utterly mad. "Shut up, Laing! You're talking about my boyfriend!" Robert took a long drag of his cigarette, shaking his head. "Yes, but... Y/N. Let's be honest... Toby isn't the right man for you. Hence, he's not even a real man. Perhaps not even a boy. He's a milksop. A loser. A pussycat." I clenched my jaw, hands turning into fists. I was on the verge of punching this wanker in the face. The problem? Deep down, I knew he was right - and that made me even more angry. "I don't even know how Toby actually made it to be your so-called boyfriend. How could he get his hands on such a hot woman like you? I mean... You're way out of his league. You clearly deserve someone better, darling..." Robert smirked at me once again as he took a last drag from his cigarette, before he stubbed it out. "You, Y/N, are a power woman. There's fire and passion flowing through your veins. I know that. You..." He took a step closer. "… need a real man. Not such a wannabe alpha, who got stuck in puberty." I raised an eyebrow at him. "A real man?" Robert nodded, a seductive smile playing around the corners of his mouth. He took another step closer. "A real man, yes." And another. "A man who challenges you." By now he was circling me, like a predator it's pray. I felt how my heart rate picked up. His words sending shivers up and down my spine. On one hand I was utterly angry at him, but on the other... I had to admit that what he was doing triggered something inside me... Lust. "A man who can tame this fire." He whispered in my ear with a deep voice, before he walked back over to the railing, grabbing his half empty drink on the way and leaned once again casually against the it, taking a swig. His dark – and without a doubt sexy voice echoed in my head and caused another shiver to run down my spine. "Not such a milksop, who couldn't even handle a teenage girl." Robert continued, smiling in amusement.

I thought that was the end of his 'speech'; thought that the torture was over - but then he lunged out for the knock-out punch. The death sentence. The straw that broke the camel's back. "I bet he doesn't even know how to pleasure a woman of your kind in the right way." That was it. I had enough. "Must be so exhausting to pretend that the sex is good and that he's giving you a good-" I approached Robert at lightning speed, interrupted his sentence by grabbing the clueless man by the lapels of his suit jacket and slamming him against the nearby wall, causing a low huff to escape his lips. I looked at him with a death glare, kept him pinned against the concrete wall. He certainly didn't see that coming - but instead of apologising or pleading me to let him go, he just... started to laugh? "See? That's what I am talking about. You say you don't want me, but if that is the case, why does my words bother you that much? Why can't you just shrug them off and laugh about them? I recognise a sexually frustrated woman when I see one - and you, Y/N are such woman. I may be your best friend, but you can't keep your eyes off me." I wanted to speak up, say something, protest against him - but he shook his head, cut my attempt to speak on an instant off. "Don't deny it. You can't deny it. Did you really think I wouldn't notice the longing looks you're giving me? How your eyes are practically undressing me? The tension between us, whenever we are dancing together at the parties? How you were grinding your backside against my crotch? How our hips moved in sync to the rhythm of this ridiculous song?" His words left me speechless. I didn't even realise myself that I was doing this, but now that Robert had spoken it out loud it came crashing down on me. Deep down, I knew what I did. "I noticed everything, darling... Even if you're denying it now." I was so stunned, that he could free himself easily from my grasp. Robert straightened his suit jacket, "I would've never said no to you, you know... I had casted an eye on you from the first time we met. I could've made you mine a long time ago, but I didn't want to destroy your relationship, because you were happy – and that was fine for me. I want you to be happy. But… You're clearly not happy anymore - since months…" and turned to walk away, towards the French door.

I was like petrified. Robert had been right with everything he had said. I wanted him. I had always wanted him. The sexual attraction was there from the very beginning – just not as strong as it was now. I stopped seeing him as just a best friend a long time ago... And Toby? Well... He really was a loser, had no job, no perspective. I was the one, paying the rent. And our sex life? Don't get me even started... Robert was right - and that was the reason why I had to stop him. Why keep on lying to myself? Why still holding on to that 'milksop', when a real, devastatingly handsome man was right there in front of me? "Robert!" I called out his name - louder than I intended to. To my luck, he stopped in his tracks and turned around to face me. "Wait... Please." I added in a small voice. "You... You're right." I mumbled, looking defeated at him. His eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise. He clearly didn't expect me to actually give in and admit it. "You're right. With everything you said. Toby is such a loser. He brings about nothing. I'm the one who looks after everything and pays the bills, while he still believes in getting famous one day with his stupid inventions... It's not that I don't believe in him, but... Let's be honest. No human being on earth needs them. It is never going to work." I took a deep breath, eyes meeting Robert's oceanic blues again. Oh, those eyes... How much I loved them. I'd drown myself in them if I could... "He's a childish boy and will most likely never going to be a real man - and gods, yes... I need a real man. A man like you, Doctor Laing." Robert had listened to my words intensely. A playful smirk crept on his face at the last sentence falling from my lips. He ran a hand through his short blonde-brown curls, before he put the drink in his other hand on the garden table beside him. Then he stepped closer, shoved his hands in the pockets of the way too tight dark grey suit trousers he wore. "What's holding you back from having me then?" That one sentence, coming from those kissable lips of my drop-dead sexy friend, was enough to break down the barrier inside my head completely. There was no way I was able to hold myself back anymore.

So, I literally jumped him, grabbed his tie harshly to yank him down, our lips colliding messily in a passionate kiss and within seconds it was all teeth and tongue. My hands were buried in his hair, while his hands roamed the curves of my hips, pulling me closer - what caused our hips to clash together. A soft moan escaped my lips at the sudden contact, which Robert swallowed immediately with another feverish kiss. He maneuvered us to the garden table, walked me backwards until my ass hit the edge of the piece of furniture. For a short moment, he retreated from kissing me, his lips now red and swollen. "Are you really sure about that?" Robert panted, breathing heavily. "You're about to cheat on your boyfriend with your best friend, darling." He added, teeth grazing the pulse point on my neck, while his hands were working on shoving the red mini dress I wore higher - all the way over my hips. I nodded with closed eyes. "Y-Yes... I never wanted a man as much as I want you, Robert." I bit my lip. "If I am still able to walk straight tomorrow, then I am never letting you have a go again." Robert chuckled low, "Oh you won't, darling, I promise." and tapped the back of my thighs. A wave of arousal overran me at his words. "Atta girl, get on that damn table." Without hesitating a second, I followed his orders and sat on the garden table. Robert immediately kicked my legs apart and stood in between them, his lips finding mine once again. He shrugged his suit jacket over his shoulders and threw it carelessly aside, while I undid his tie and a few buttons of his shirt. I didn't make it to undo all of them, because Robert pushed me gently but firmly back, so that I was more or less laying on the dusty table. Then he grabbed my legs again and pulled me closer to the edge. When I suddenly felt his lips on the skin of my thighs, kissing and nipping, another moan left my mouth. "R-Robert... You d-damn tease..." He smirked at me and nipped one last time on my delicate flesh, before he quickly unbuckled his belt and zipped down the zipper of his posh suit trousers. I gripped the edges of the table, ready for a hopefully unforgettable ride. "Are we really going to do this now?" I panted, heart beating rapidly against my ribcage. "I-I mean here, on a dusty garden table? With dozens of people inside the flat, who could catch us any moment?" Robert looked up to me. Hungry eyes meeting mine, bursting with lust. "Yes, we do. If it means that I am finally able to fuck you, then it's a risk I am gladly willing to take." Before I even had the chance to answer, my best friend threw us over the cliff, sending us both into the deepest abysses of pleasure.

[shiningloki]

Trials Of Pleasure - Chapter 2

Trials Of Pleasure - Chapter 2/8

(LOKI X READER / PRINCE HAL X READER / SIR THOMAS SHARPE X READER / CAPTAIN JAMES CONRAD X READER / DOCTOR ROBERT LAING X READER / ADAM X READER / JONATHAN PINE X READER)

You want Loki. You always have. You admire his magic. You crave the power he can give you. But most of all, you want to be his pleasure slave. You want to be the one he fucks every day.

After years of unsuccessfully trying to summon Loki, you turn to dark magic. It works and you manage to forcefully bring Loki to you. He’s impressed by your dedication and talent but angered at the way you summoned him. For that reason, Loki is going to make you prove that you are worth all of this trouble. He’s going to see just how willing you are to submit to him and his sexual desires. To do that, he’s going to put you through a series of trials to see if you have what it takes to be his student and his toy.

Your mission is to deliver pleasure to Loki’s “friends” throughout history. You’ll have to find them, please them, fuck them.

Who are they? The Prince. The Baronet. The Soldier. The Doctor. The Musician. The Spy.

Loki will send you to the time periods, you’ll just need to find them. Will you be able to survive the peril that comes with searching for these men? Can you give them enough pleasure to prove to Loki that you are worthy of being the woman who warms his bed? Or will you get lost in the timelines without your magic and without a way back home?

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Chapter 2: The Prince

Word Count: 5201

Summary: It’s the first trial you must face. You have no idea what to expect, you just hope you can figure out how to get through this challenge

NSFW, SMUT, DOMINANT PRINCE HAL, ROUGH SEX, FLOOR SEX, BREEDING KINK

1402

You weren’t sure how long you were falling for when you finally landed. Your back hit the ground with a thud and you watched the portal close in the sky above you. You took a shaky breath as you looked down and noticed that your short dress had been replaced by a long, elegant maroon dress.

One that was certainly not from your time period.

You looked around as you stood from the ground, wiping blades of grass off of the unfamiliar fabric. It itched and was heavier than you expected. Grunting, you took in your surroundings - green grass, rolling hills, and...fuck, was that a castle?

It stood like a behemoth in the distance, its gray stone and brick appearing cold against its green backdrop. Looking around, you realized that was the only building around you. That must be your first destination. 

Great. How am I going to find the person I’m looking for in that?

You collected the bottom of your dress and began walking towards the castle. You could hear the pounding of horse hooves in the distance and when you got closer to the castle, you realized you were extremely out of your element. Guards surrounded the castle wearing thick sheets of armor and they held pointed spears. Flags with crests billowed in the wind. The road beneath you was made of dirt and you watched donkeys and oxen pull carts to and from the castle. This looked like something straight out of an old period film.

Oh. Right. Loki said he was sending you straight to 1402. Wonderful.

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[fanficshiddles]

Private Party, One shot

Summary: Robert Laing enjoyed the parties held in the high rise, especially the New Year’s Eve parties. They were always a blast, usually lasting a lot longer than just one night. But this one was extra special, because his eye was captured by the newest young resident of the high rise.

The both of them bring in the New Year with a bang.

Just some dirty smut with a Dominant Laing.

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When Robert laid eyes upon her, she was dancing with a bottle of champagne in her hand, chugging straight from the bottle.

Richard Wilder was chatting to Robert, but he wasn’t listening anymore, not now that his eye had been caught. Wilder noticed though and smirked. ‘Ah, you’ve spotted the fresh meat.’

‘What floor is she from?’ Robert asked, taking another puff of his cigarette before handing it to Wilder.

‘She’s below you.’ Wilder then chuckled. ‘I am guessing soon to be literally too.’

Robert looked at his friend and winked, then started prowling across the room towards her.

When she spotted Robert coming towards her, with meaningful and determined steps, she felt a stirring down below. He was wearing a suit, with a loose tie and his sleeves were rolled up his forearms. His hair was a little messy from the party that had been going on all day, even though it was only eleven at night, still an hour to go before the bells.

Before Robert reached the new beauty, he had managed to grab an unopened bottle of prosecco from the table in passing. He slipped an arm around her and pulled her flush against his body, she could feel a bulge pressing against her stomach already.

‘Why hello there, aren’t you a pretty little thing?’ He purred into her ear, making her shiver.

‘You’re not so bad yourself, big boy.’ She smirked up at him.

Robert chuckled and tightened his arm around her as he tilted his head to the side. ‘Why don’t we go and have our own party?’

She didn’t need to be asked twice as she allowed the Doctor to whisk her away to his apartment with the bottle of prosecco. Robert opened it on the way and they kept taking turns drinking it. By the time they reached his apartment, it was almost finished.

As soon as they got in the door, Robert slammed her against the wall and started kissing her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She dropped the bottle in surprise, neither of them cared that it smashed at their feet.

Their hands were all over each other, in one another’s hair making a mess. Robert grabbed hold of her thighs and hiked her up, pushing against her so she could feel his bulge very evidently against her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and then he carried her outside to his balcony. They could hear the music from the party upstairs blaring down.

Robert put her down on the table and stopped kissing her long enough to tug at her dress, pulling the neck down far enough to reveal her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so he had good enough access to squeeze at them, dipping his head down he suckled on her nipples in turn, making her throw her head back in pleasure as his tongue lavished her.

She reached down and grabbed his cock through his trousers, squeezing him. ‘Oh my! You are a big boy indeed.’ She giggled, feeling the length of him as he grew harder.

‘Ohh fuck!’ Robert moaned and bucked against her hand.

He stopped fondling her breasts and stepped back out of reach so he could undo his tie. ‘Stand up.’ He growled as he pulled it off.

‘What are’ She was cut off when Robert spun her around roughly and grabbed her wrists, forcing them behind her he swiftly restrained her hands behind her back. ‘Ooooh!’ She cooed excitedly.

He flipped her dress up and gave her ass a smack, making her gasp in delighted surprise. Robert guided her over to the edge of the balcony, forcing her to lean forward over the edge so her breasts were hanging over the wall.

Robert tore her panties clean off and quickly stuffed them into his pocket for later. Unbuckling his belt and pulling his cock free, he wasted no more time as he stepped right up against her and slapped her pussy a few times with his cock, making the both of them moan. He could feel how wet she was for him already.

‘You naughty little slut. Letting a complete stranger take you back to his apartment to ravage you.’ He nipped on her earlobe as he pushed the tip of his cock into her, making her cry out in pleasure as she was forced to accommodate him.

‘Ohhhh yes! Please, fuck me!’ She screamed when he was sheathed halfway inside her.

‘With pleasure.’ Robert growled.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he tugged hard, forcing her head right back so she could see him from above her, upside down. His nostrils were flaring as he started pounding into her, the buckle on his belt was slapping against her harshly, but she didn’t give a damn. It wasn’t the only pain she felt, her scalp burned under his grip and her hands were squashed between her back and his body as he moulded himself to her while he fucked her over the edge of his balcony.

The angle wasn’t quite right for Laing though. So he pulled out of her, making her whine in disappointment. But she was turned around and lifted up so her ass on was on the wall, putting her in an even more dangerous predicament.

But it was perfect for Robert as she was able to wrap her legs around him at the right height and his cock slid smoothly back into her. She cried out again as her walls welcomed him in, squeezing him tightly as he hit spots within her she didn’t know existed. The new position allowing him to get much deeper.

Her hands grasped at thin air behind her as the tip of his cock bumped against her cervix, making her cry out in a mixture of utter bliss and pain.

One of his large and capable hands was splayed across her back, making sure she wouldn’t fall backwards to her death while he thrust into her repeatedly, hard. Perhaps fucking her to death instead, which was a much better way to go, she decided.

His other hand was back in her hair, forcing her head right back so he had all the access to her neck that he wanted. Sucking and biting her, leaving his mark on her for everyone to see.

She couldn’t stop moaning as he fucked her into oblivion, she started to cum repeatedly on his cock. Robert was able to push through it, he was enjoying her far too much to be done with her so soon. So even as he came for the first time, he didn’t pull out and emptied himself into her, filling her up so much that she felt his seed oozing out of her when he started thrusting again.

The squelching and lewd noises that came from between their bodies was drowned out by the roaring and cheering from upstairs as they started to count down to the New Year.

When the clocks struck midnight, Robert came inside her once again, setting off another orgasm for her too.

Both of them were panting and trembling as Robert pressed his sweaty forehead against hers. ‘Well, Happy New Year.’ He grinned.

‘Happy New Year indeed.’ She giggled.

When Robert pulled out of her, he stepped backwards and took her with him so she was safely on the ground again. She thought that was it over, but did wonder when Robert didn’t release her wrists from behind her back. Instead, he started removing his belt from the loops while he watched her intently, licking his lips.

‘You don’t think this is over already, do you?’ He asked with a smirk as he moved in close to her again.

‘I… I don’t know.’ She said as he slid his belt around her neck and made a loop out of it through the buckle so it turned into a slip lead of sorts. She gasped as he tugged her towards him, making it tighten around her neck.

‘This party is only just beginning, pet. And it lasts for days.’ He grinned.

She looked down and saw he was hard again. Without needing to be told, she sank down onto her knees beneath him with a smirk.

[toast-the-unknowing]

11, 14, 18, because I'm greedy :P!

I DID YOURS LAST BECAUSE YOU’RE SO GREEDY. Or because I knew 18 was going to take a while, one of those two.

11. If you could only write angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your life, which would it be?

I often have a little angst in my fluff, or a little fluff/humor/comfort in my angst, and either some angst or some fluff in my smut, so it's not even just a question of "you don't get to write the others" it's that "you don't get to write hybrids," that's the part that makes this question tricky. I suppose of the three genres, the one that I most often write in its purest form is fluff, because that lends itself to comedy better than the other two, and I like writing comedy. So I’d have to say fluff. But I wouldn’t like saying fluff.

14. If you were stuck on a desert island with only two characters, which would you pick?

Blue for being practical and hard-working and Henry for company/morale boost.

A part of this consideration was picking two characters that get along well with each other, because oof, the last thing you need on a desert island is drama.

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

I worked really fucking hard on it all will fall, fall right into place and I am really fucking proud of the whole thing, but I think my favorite scene might be the one where Ronan talks to Adam’s mom. So that’s the one you’re getting. I am putting it behind a cut and I am sooooooooo sorry if the cut doesn’t work for people, because it’s long.

Adam's dad is seeing a doctor the next morning; Adam says he might visit in the afternoon, depending on how that goes. His voice is totally flat.

The main reason we don’t get actual dialogue of Adam talking here is just practical, to avoid needing a mini-scene of that conversation, but I do like that it has the effect of distancing us from Adam, stripping some of his agency away from him. So much of this fic is about Adam being disconnected from what’s going on inside his own head, that I like this moment where we take away his voice.

Ronan hopes the nurses will tell Adam that Robert isn't up to visitors, that he got rushed to the ER, that he's dead, so he doesn't leave the hospital after Adam disappears inside of it. He ditches the car in the parking lot and slinks back to main entrance, prepared to pace back and forth for a minute or an hour or the rest of the day.

The hospital visits are set up for a progression where Ronan stays at the hospital longer each time, as the situation wears him down more and more. He’s less and less willing to let Adam out of his sight, but he has to, since that’s one of the very few things Adam actually asks him for.

Except he comes to a dead halt ten feet away from the entrance, because while he was parking, Adam's mom arrived.

Relatively early in working on this fic I had the thought of “oh, FUCK, Ronan’s going to have to talk to Adam’s mom at some point, isn’t he?” It was one of the moments that I was the most interested in writing, so there was a lot of excitement attached to it once the horror cleared up, but my first impression was also correct. I suspected this scene would be an absolute bitch to write and it absolutely was. I worked on this fic a lot while riding my commuter bus and I cannot tell you how many afternoons I spent working on this scene, only to come away with one or two new sentences to show for the entire hour.

He hasn't seen her since that night in LA. She'd caught a flight back the morning after her dinner with Adam, so they hadn't all had to travel together, thank fuck. He doesn't know what he would have done stuck on an airplane with her. He doesn't know what he's going to do now.

The moment of Adam’s mom ambushing him in front of his friends was one of the very first things I knew would happen in this fic; the moment of Adam meeting her for dinner came a bit later, I forget when exactly. It was only MUCH later that I put together that this timeline makes no sense from her point of view. She ambushes him on a Monday; he calls her on either Thursday or Friday. That means she paid for three nights in a hotel or motel, without knowing if Adam was going to get in touch with her (and with more reason to assume he wouldn’t than that he would). I don’t think it’s hard to believe that she would fly out to LA in the first place, once Adam refused to take her calls; it’d be the only way to get in touch with him, and she’d know that the shock of seeing her, and the guilt she could lay on him about how she had to fly all this way because he wouldn’t just talk to her on the phone like a son is supposed to, would be effective manipulation. But it’s hard to buy she’d spend the money staying in LA, and spend the time away from Henrietta when Robert’s condition is so serious.

But I really LIKED the idea of Adam meeting her for dinner, and the scene after dinner is such an essential part of the story – and I don’t think it would have been as effective after just a phone call, although I suppose he’d  have been pretty wrecked after a phone call, too. So I had to make a call on whether a character would do this thing that doesn’t make any practical sense, or change it and risk weakening the story.

Sometimes you have to take something out of a story that you really love, but I generally hold that that’s if the element in question is causing problems within the story itself; e.g. if a joke is really funny but is ruining the tension or the mood of a scene. My own writing philosophy is that good scene work is more important that rigidly holding true to details of reality, but a different writer might have made a different call.

So here is an answer to the question of “when did Adam’s mom go back to Virginia,” whether it’s the right answer or not. And, of course, the answer to “why did she go back on a different day than Adam and Ronan did” is “I didn’t want to ruin this scene by having Ronan spend any time with her before now.”

She spots him at the same moment he spots her. She doesn't have the decency to look away or try to hide. There's something eating at her and she's making up her mind about how nasty she's going to be when she lets it out. Ronan hates that he knows that; Adam twists the corner of his mouth the same way.

I like the idea of Ronan – and, by implication, Adam – noticing the ways that Adam looks like his parents. I also liked having the gesture that reminds Ronan of Adam be a negative one. It ties in with the bit later, of Ronan being aware of Adam’s flaws.

"You just going to stand there all day?" is what she goes with.

"What," Ronan spits, "you think I want to talk to you?"

"You could leave," she suggests. "Better for your eyes than gawking."

"Don't pretend you care. You didn't know I existed a week ago."

"Wouldn't've pictured he'd have someone like you," she agrees, breezy in a way that turns his stomach inside out.

Probably Adam’s mom didn’t know he was bi until a couple night’s before this, when he took her out to dinner – I don’t imagine he would have told her before then, and I imagine there was some awkward “so how has the last decade+ since we stopped abusing you been” conversation during that dinner. Which raises the question of how she and/or Robert feel about Adam being in a relationship with a man, but honestly, I didn’t want to muddy the waters by bringing homophobia into the story. I wanted to deal with the abuse, that was the part that was interesting to me emotionally, which is more or less the approach that canon takes, too. So for “someone like you” I really meant it to be more about “someone with a giant tattoo and a foul mouth” but I suppose it could also be read as “someone with a dick.” In either case she’s intending to be very dismissive of Ronan.

"You don't know anything about him."

"But you know me, is that it? I can see you judging me. You don't know anything."

"I know what you two did to him."

"Is that how he tells it?" she asks, like she isn't interested in an answer. "He makes it sound like any of us had it easy? Three people in that little trailer, never any space, any quiet, never enough of anything. Robert'd work all day and come home and there's the kid getting in the way again, making trouble, telling lies...anyone could lose their temper. I did my best to keep Adam out of the way, but I'm just one woman. He never did learn to listen to someone who knows better."

There’s for sure one time in canon where Robert accuses Adam of lying to him (when he finds Adam’s pay stubs, the night of the concussion) and I feel like there are others, but I may be misremembering. In any case I find it an interesting accusation – because it probably is true at least sometimes, Adam would have to lie to his parents in some situations. But there are probably others where he isn’t lying, and that’s an interesting bit of psychology to me, this idea that his parents might think of him as a fundamentally dishonest person -- because they HAVE to think of him that way, because they cannot reconcile “Adam tells the truth” with “we are decent human beings.”

Beyond that: this paragraph got reworked about ten thousand times, and usually that means that I’m never really happy with the result (because maybe one of the 9,999 other ways was slightly better, because maybe 10,001st time was the charm) but this? I’m pretty happy with this paragraph. It’s awful in exactly the way I wanted this scene to be awful.

"Yeah, I'm sure it would have been really convenient for you if he'd just made himself stop existing," Ronan spits. "It would have been pretty great for him if that shitbag had gone to jail."

"Right," she says. "He goes off the jail. Makes a dollar a day. Gets out with a record and now no one'll hire him. Now there's no money coming in, all on account of a couple of bruises, that would've been better for Adam?"

The reason this scene was so hard to write, which was also the whole reason I WANTED to write this scene at all, was that it meant getting into her head and explaining what the abuse looked like, to her. What story does she tell herself about her husband hitting her son? How could she allow it to happen, for years? How does she live with herself? I wanted to get her point of view across, not to justify it, but just to make her an actual person. I didn’t want her to be a cartoon-moustache-twirling villain.

(I suppose I could have had a version of her that had realized what they’d done to Adam was wrong, but that’s so far out of line with the rest of the tone and plot of this story that it literally only occurred to me now, months after I finished the story and months more since I started it. That’s not interesting to me.)

She absolutely believes what she’s saying here: a couple of bruises are better than starvation. On its face, that’s a reasonable sentence! But oh, how convenient it is that she plays down the extent of the abuse; how convenient it is to pretend that those were the only two options; how convenient that Adam doesn’t get to express a preference between those choices.

"Having nothing would have been better for Adam than having you."

She shakes her head, unfazed. "That right there tells me you've never had nothing."

I think it’s reasonable to assume that she grew up poor, which makes this another of those uncomfortable parallel moments between Adam and his mom. Ronan has absolutely heard Adam point it out to him before, when he unintentionally shows off his privilege.

"If you were such a great fucking mom you could've taken him and left."

She doesn't answer right away. Ronan doesn't want to give her any space to feel comfortable in, to come up with these lies, but he can't force any more words out. His whole mind is one blaring siren, lights and sound, emergency emergency emergency.

There’s a bit of advice I’ve gotten in improv, that if you don’t know what else to do in a scene, you can just say how you, the actual improviser, feel in the moment: “I’m confused,” “I don’t understand,” “why are we doing this again?” Endow your character with those feelings.

I didn’t want to give Ronan another line of dialogue here, but I didn’t know what he’d be thinking or why he’d let Adam’s mom just take her sweet time coming up with horrible things to say to him, so I just went with “Ronan doesn’t know what to say and he doesn’t like this and he can’t even make thoughts happen.”

"You think you're gonna marry my boy?"

"Yes." He never figured he'd say that with so much hate. He never figured she'd be the first person to ask.

The whole “are you going to marry my son” bit of the conversation was something I knew was going to be in this scene basically since the moment I realized this scene was going to exist, but this exactly line about Adam’s mom being the first person to ask was one that just happened during writing. It was a complete surprise and I love it so much.

"You think he's perfect?"

Ronan clenches his jaw. Adam is a stubborn control freak with a temper and intimacy issues a mile wide. Ronan knows that, and he doesn't care; he doesn't need Adam to be perfect.

Adam and Ronan recognizing each other’s flaws is one of my absolute favorite things about the ship.

But he's not going to say that to her. Adam is a god compared to her. She should be walking door to door proselytizing for him. She should be proud of him.

When you’re listing things, you generally want to get stronger as you go through the list; if you’re e.g. writing a joke, you want the funniest item on the list to be the last one (unless the joke is that you’ve messed up the list; Leslie Knope’s “I gotta stop ending on that boring thing” is a good example). This one plays out the other way. The list of things gets more reasonable as it goes along, to emphasize how tragic it is that Adam’s mom cannot do this one very reasonable thing.

"You know what marriage is?" she asks. "It's picking a man and saying, I choose this one, even though he's not perfect. If you can't stay with him when he makes a mistake then you don't marry him."

Another moment where Adam’s mom puts words together in a way that is completely true and rational and yet also a horrifying nightmare sentence when you put it in context!

Everything stops.

He can't speak. He can't move. Every living part of him is blasted away by a scalding wave of outrage. His vision blurs out and Adam's mom fades out of existence -- and then it slams back into place, everything too sharp against his eyes, and she's still there.

He wants her to stop talking. He wants to strangle her so she has to stop talking. He wants to drag her through the streets while people throw things and scream her sins at her. He wants her to admit that she did something wrong. He understands, in a sudden, terrible way, why Adam doesn't expect his father to apologize, and he's shaking with all of the things he's not doing.

Oh my lord these paragraphs. THESE PARAGRAPH. I mean this whole scene was painstakingly forged one word at a time, like I was making chain mail or some shit, but THESE PARAGRAPHS probably took a week’s worth of afternoon commutes all on their own. The thing he’s reacting to is so horrifying, but at the same time, they’re just words; from the outside this just looks like a conversation, this looks like nothing. So I suppose some of the difficulty was in walking this line between too strong of a reaction and not strong enough of a reaction.

Also, just, is there a word for that medieval punishment kind of thing, where they drag you through the streets and yell at you and throw things at you? Is there? That sentence alone I changed every single word of so many times, fuck.

I do quite like that moment of Ronan better understanding Adam, though. That is, of course, the actual plot and character significance of this scene; getting inside of Adam’s mom’s head was an interesting puzzle for me, as a writer, to play with, but what actually matters is that Ronan comes away from this conversation really KNOWING something that before he could only know in an academic way, if that.

"You had to make a choice." His voice is harsh in his own ears, but she just looks bored with him. "And you picked the wrong one."

This bit of dialogue is another one that was written relatively early, compared to the rest of the scene, so I’m not sure why it took me so long to figure out that “you pick a man and stick with him” “well you picked the wrong one” sounds like Ronan is saying that Adam’s mom picked the wrong man to marry out of all of the potential men she could have married. It is SUPPOSED to mean, “you had to pick between your husband or your son, and you fucked up,” but I couldn’t really find a way of rephrasing it that made that clearer and that still flowed in the conversation. I consoled myself that readers would probably understand it, anyway. I had to trust you guys on this one.

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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.