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Donahue's

Book: Open Heart , book 1, chapter 2

Pairing: Ethan x F!MC

Rate: fluff

Summary: extended version of the bar scene.

Ethan sits at his usual spot. He is annoyed, all the new interns are gathered here, of course, almost everyone at Edenbrook goes to Donahue's, but there was still a little hope that the new ones would find another bar.

A surgical intern, Ethan already saw this morning, appears at the bar and orders a round of Tequila. Ethan doesn’t know why, but his gaze follows the young man. He stops at a table with new interns. There is the one who helped the Rookie to save her first patient and the little one, who send him to Dr. Toussaint, without a reason. He doesn’t recognize the others, but when the surgical intern steps aside, a familiar face appears: the Rookie.

She laughs with the others while they clink their shot glasses together. "Do you know them?" Ethan turns his head to Reggie who looks to the table and then to Ethan. "New interns." He mumbles grumpy. Reggie nods knowingly. After a few more glasses, he hears a familiar voice. "Rain check, Jackie! I'm gonna go show those surgical interns who's the boss!" "Yes! Make one cry for me!" The surgical intern from before lays his hand on the small of Casey's back, leading her to his colleagues. The scalpel jockey hands her the darts with a coquettish smile and raised eyebrow, while his fellow interns wolf whistle. Casey manages to hit a high score even if the surgeon tries to distract her. Now it's his turn and Casey leans close to him, whispering something in his ear and he misses big time. Casey jump triumphantly into the air, when Jackie joins her to high five her. The surgeon still smiles and approaches Casey, laying his arm around her waist and presses a kiss to her temple before ordering a new round of shots for Casey and her friends.

Jackie takes Casey's hand over her shoulder, guiding her away from the scalpel jockey, who definitely checks Casey up, to the dancefloor. The two young women gracefully move to the music and laughing with each other. They soon have fans, who watch them, trying to flirt with them, but are rejected immediately. Ethan can’t help but feel relieved to not witness Valentine smooching with some frat boy. Bryce joins them on the dancefloor.

After a few more songs Casey recognizes Ethan at the bar, their eyes meeting. While her friends go back to their table, she stays behind, making her way to the bar. Ethan watches her approaching from the side of his eye, fully seeing her outfit for the first time. Her brown hair fall down her back, reflecting every light with a sparkle. A emerald green shirt that highlights her green eyes seems almost illegal by how it compliments every curve of her, a black lace bra is showing but not in a primitive way, her flat stomach leads to her hips, where denim shorts clutch tight to her hips. Her skin looks so soft, Ethan gulps, when he catches himself wondering if it feels as soft as it looks.

She slides on a bar stool next to him, her perfume reaching his senses. "Hey, Dr. Ramsey. Something's wrong?" Damn, she caught him. "Just noticing how... different you look in the real world." Luckily Reggie approaches. "What'll it be?" She eyes Ethan’s empty glass, considering what he was drinking. "We'll have two Scotches, neat." Ethan shows no expression. When Reggie hands her the drinks, she slides one to Ethan.

He takes it, smiling with approval as he sniffs at it. "Why neat instead of on the rocks?" She smiles relieved. "The ice changes the flavor." "Right answer... You know i can’t be bribed into favoring you, right?" A bright smile creeps up her face . "I think you already favor me." He laughs: "You keep believing that." After downing his drink, he signals Reggie. "Two specials. Thanks, Reggie." "Only for you, Ethan." Damn, why are you buying another round? This doesn’t help your statement to not favor her. But her voice brings him back into reality.

"You're on first-name terms with the bartender?" "He's an old friend. I come here most nights." "You don’t have anyone waiting at home?" Why does she have to ask this, this seems so not innocent. He hesitates, thinking of a way to turn the conversation into a teacher to student like conversation. "I come here even when I do. I need some buffer between the hospital and the world. An airlock. Don’t take the job home with you, Casey." Her name slips so fluent and naturally from his tongue. "I'll keep that in mind... but you didn’t answer my question." 'God, Rookie, why do you have to be persistant?' "No. Nobody waiting at home tonight."

Right on cue, Reggie set the drinks in front of them. "Here, try this." She takes a cautious sip and his eyes land at her lucious lips as they close at the glass. "Well, how's it compare?" "It's amazing." "Either you're sucking up to me or you've got a surprisingly refined taste for an intern." He scoffs. "I'm surprising in a lot of ways." She says charmingly. 'I bet you are.' "You'll have to prove that." There is a little pause before Ethan lifts his glass to hers. "To your intern year. In the hopes you don’t completely blow everything you've worked your whole life for." 'That sounds polite but strict, right?' But she smiles. "Morbid. I like it." They clink their glasses together and down them. "So Dr. Ramsey, i'll leave you alone. I think you had enough of me today, i don’t want to push my luck." He dryly laughs at that. "Thank you for the drink and goodnight, Dr. Ramsey." He looks at her. "Goodnight, Rookie."

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itsthegayseason · 2 months

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pairing — capri donahue x gn!reader

word count — 1.7k

content — capri is a brat but we love her, use of y/n, reader calls capri "princess," smut, sub/bottom!capri, biting, praising, oral (capri receiving)

+18 ONLY, MDNI.

this was a request <3 rqs are always welcomed!

you and capri donahue, the school’s most popular girl and cheerleader, have been secretly seeing each other for a few months now. your friends called you stupid for getting into capri’s trap, as they liked to call it, saying she just wanted a distraction after her boyfriend dumped her. but in all pure honesty, you could not care less. all you wanted was her.

she giggles when you push her against the wall of her bedroom and smile against her neck. “you can't go two days without me?” she teases, massaging your shoulders lightly. you shake your head, lips trailing upwards until they meet hers in a tender kiss. she's a bit surprised at how gentle your lips were moving against hers, used to the hot, desperate kisses you usually shared, but she's not opposed to the sudden change - not at all. her eyes flutter shut, responding to the kiss. sighing softly, you feel her arms wrap around your neck and pull you closer against her body.

the kisses progressively become more heated, your hands exploring each other's body in curiosity - you two never did anything past kissing and handsy makeouts on your couch. when your hand sneaks under capri’s shirt to caresses her bare stomach, she lets out a soft whimper against your lips at the coldness of your touch, your fingers like ice against her warm skin. you break the kiss, both of you gasping for air as you stare into each other's eyes, looking for the same thing - any signs of hesitation. when none is found, capri slowly moves her hips against yours in a silent invitation, perhaps a request… a demand, you think, finding nothing but pure lust in her eyes.

she lets out a breathy moan as your knee finds it's way between her legs, pressing against her core and teasing it with light touches, driving her crazy with desire. “are you sure? we can take it slow-” you begin softly, quickly being cut off by capri grinding against your leg almost desperately. “i’m sure.” she whispers, and it's the quietest you've ever heard her voice. “please. i need this, you.” your eyes widen slightly at the pleading tone, an extreme change compared to her usual demanding, bossy and bitchy, even, attitude. and here she was — capri donahue, begging. begging for you. begging for you to make her yours.

you let out a low groan, attaching your lips to her sensitive neck, teasing the skin there with gentle kisses and licks before biting down hard onto it, making her yelp in both pain and pleasure. “s-shit…” she gasps, tilting her head as her eyes flutter shut. “harder.” you raise a brow, pulling back to look at her face, wondering if you just heard her correctly or if you've officially lost your mind. “you heard me. harder.” she repeats, back to her usual bratty tone, the challenging fire back in her eyes. a smug smirk tugs at the corner of your lips. “you want me to bite you harder, princess?” you purr against her ear, smirk growing when she shivers at your voice. “then you gotta stop with the attitude, alright?”

she feels ashamed at how turned on she got by those words and your demanding yet soft tone, blushing as she feels the wet patch forming on her underwear. she nods, tugging on her lower lip harshly. “ahhh, good girl.” you praise, pulling back to look into her eyes as you give her a smile; a smile that makes her heart race wildly. “now use your words, what do you want?” you question, your knee pushing against her cunt once more.

she gasps, eyes closing. “s-shit, okay. i want you to fuck me. please, please, i need it.” she pleads, her voice shaky with need and a hint of shame - shame at how submissive she was being, it felt.. out of character. but she needed you, more than anything in the world. “need what?” she groans at your teasing tone, and she was sure you had the biggest grin on your face when with her eyes closed - it was audible in your voice. “your fingers inside me. please?” she whines, pouting.

you kiss her, your tongue invading her mouth and making her gasp. she lets out another needy whine against your lips, feeling your hand rubbing her pussy over her damp underwear. so needy for me, so, so, wet.” you purr as you break the kiss, leaving her gasping for air and craving more. your free hand grips one of her breasts, mouth moving to lick her neck teasingly, her sweet noises of pleasure whenever you find a sensitive spot on her skin driving you crazy with desire. you’ve got to have her. her eyes widen as you suddenly bite down onto her flesh without a warning, harder than the last time. “that will leave a mark, for sure.” you say proudly.

she moans softly at the thought of being marked by you, spreading her legs further apart. finally, you pull her panties down, stopping her when she tries to remove her skirt as well. “leave it on, princess. looks good on you.” she nods, hand awkwardly dropping to her sides. her head falls back against the cold wall when you capture her clit between your fingers, twisting and teasing it. “fuck...” she mutters under her breath, legs turning wobbly as she tries her best not to cum at the simple gesture.

her needy noises fill the otherwise quiet bedroom as you drag your fingers along her pussy lips, collecting her wetness. “you have no idea how gorgeous you look right now.” you whisper, dropping to your knees. she gasps, her hand instinctively moving to grab your hair. you smile up at her, giving her a wink before spreading her legs further apart, holding her thighs and giving her clit a slow, teasing lick. she mewls pathetically, tugging on your hair and you groan against her soaking pussy, taking in her scent. you lean in again, rubbing your nose against her clit before taking it into your mouth and sucking lightly, causing her to see stars.

“holy fuck-!” she moans, wide eyes staring down at you between her legs, lips glossy with her juices. you chuckle, the vibrations making her, somehow, even wetter. “please, y/n. god, please.” your hands move to cup her perfect ass, squeezing it and making her whine, pushing up against the touch, seeking more. “pretty, pretty girl.” you praise, eating her like a starved animal. “your taste is so addictive, i could eat you for hours. but i bet you would like that, wouldn't you?” she nods feverishly, eyes closed tightly as she tries not to crumble completely under your ministrations, her hips thrusting against your face.

you spread her folds with your fingers, giving her clit a kiss before slipping your tongue inside her tight entrance. she moans, gripping your shoulders for support while she thrusts her hips against your face, eyes rolling back at the sensation of your warm, wet tongue fucking her. when your thumb starts rubbing her clit in slow, lazy circles, her moans get louder - more desperate. you grin against her, sucking and kissing every inch of her dripping pussy hungrily, eyes closed as you savor the sweetest thing you’ve ever eaten.

“g-god, y/n, you're so good at this…” she manages to gasp out between moans, nails scratching your shoulders and neck accidentally as she loses herself in pleasure. you don't complain, only muttering a smug ‘thank you’ against her clit before lapping at it again. “so close!” she warns, moans becoming high pitched as you double your efforts to bring her to her climax. “don't cum yet.” you order and her eyes widen, looking down at you. “what the fuck?!” she says in annoyance. you pull back, thumb still tracing tortuously slow patterns on her hardened clit. “if you wanna cum, you gotta behave.“ you tease, grinning devilishly. “now be good and ask nicely.”

she bites her lower lip in a mix of anger and embarrassment, hips still bucking against your hand. “please, y/n. please, let me cum. i need it, please.” she has her usual snobby, annoyed, bratty look on her face, but her eyes are glistening with unshed tears and her voice is shaky. the sight of capri donahue, school royalty herself, looking so vulnerable, so broken, so needy all because of you fills you with pride, a grin creeping up your face. you go back to your ministrations, lapping up her sweetness and rubbing her hardened, swollen nub. your name leaves her lips like a chant, and her whimpers and cries are sweet like honey. you watch with lust filled eyes as her eyes roll back and her back arches, body trembling. “s-shit.. gonna cum..”

with a high pitched cry of your name, she comes undone, nails digging into your shoulder and legs shaking. you hum in approval, drinking her sweet juices and caressing her thighs slowly. “fucking… hell…” she pants as she comes down from her high, head falling back against the wall and hands tangling in your hair, messing with it gently. you chuckle and place a quick kiss on her inner thigh before standing up and wrapping your arms around her waist, kissing the top of her head.

she whines, arms lazily thrown over your shoulder and face buried in your neck, her breath coming in short gasps. “you did so good.” you whisper against her ear, making her snuggle even closer to you. “and you taste so sweet.” she slaps the back of your head lightly at the statement, making you laugh. you can feel her heart racing against your chest and you smile softly at that, playing with her hair while you wait for her to recompose herself

you feel her smiling against your neck, then placing a gentle kiss on the soft skin. “thank you.” she pulls back to look into your eyes with nothing but pure adoration, your lips meeting in a tender kiss. as you pull back, you whisper, “anytime, princess.”

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