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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 🫡
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Tom Hiddleston Characters Masterlist
updated January 26, 2024
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Part Three: Happy to Keep His Dinner Warm
Part Four: Kitty Makes Three
THE AGE OF LOKI (LOKI X READER X PROFESSOR HIDDLESTON)
For his second year teaching at Oxford’s English department, Professor Hiddleston hires you to be his first-ever teaching assistant. One night while working late, he shows you the newest addition to his poetry class’s syllabus: the Lokasenna, a poem centered on the Norse god of mischief…and accidentally summons the trickster god himself.
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Part Three
Part Four
IF YOU LET ME, I CAN MAKE ANOTHER WORLD FOR US (LOKI x POWERFUL!READER)
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Jaguar Villain Hiddleston from the Good to Be Bad Campaign
• All I Worship and Adore: For a long time, Tom has admired you, an innocent woman, from afar...until one day, he makes his affections known to you. And this time, he won’t take no for an answer (Yandere)
• Your Remedy - He may be one of the most powerful and feared man in London, a terrifying villain to the outside world, but when you’re sick with a cold, your paramour Thomas spends the entire evening by your side taking care of you.
• SFW Alphabet - Jaguar Villain!Tom Hiddleston
YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING (JAGUAR!HIDDLESTON X READER)
You, a budding journalist, have the opportunity of a lifetime to interview the feared and revered Mr. Hiddleston, the CEO of Imperial Pharmaceuticals, Britain’s leading drug manufacturing company. What happens when a few mistakes lead you into the jaws of the wolf, working for the man himself?
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Miscellaneous Hiddleston AUs
• AU: Tom Hiddleston as the Prince of Scotland
• Lessons from the Viscount (Viscount!Hiddleston x Reader, Reader x William Buxton, Reader x John Plumptre): As a debutante in the Regency era, you attend your first etiquette class, along with the other boys and girls of London’s upper crust. Heading the class is the charismatic Viscount Hiddleston, rumored to be a former Shakespearean actor who returned to London to look after his familal estate. And it isn’t long before he takes a liking to you.
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🚨 Updating Taglists🚨
Time to update the last taglist! 🤗
Tom Hiddleston + all his characters
🎬 includes Tom & all his characters, except Loki 🎬
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I was playing around in bing AI (I learned so much about it from @oswildin 's tiktok so thank you so much 🥺❤)
And sometimes when I request Loki sometimes they manage to hit me with doctor Robert Laing too (not complaining at all btw 😗)
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happiest birthday to my ultimate london boy! ❤️
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Last Updated: 2024-03-11
Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Dr. Robert Laing stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
✑ All I Want is You￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "Life in the high rise is hectic but your interest is caught by one specific doctor."
✑ All the Right Moves by holdmytesseract • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "When Robert comes home from work, he catches you dancing in the kitchen—and decides to join you..."
✑ Cure for Virginity, the by smolvenger • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Charlotte thinks you have been a virgin for too long [and] should take advantage of a certain fellow tenant at the High-Rise; she says [is] the best amenity in the building: Doctor Robert Laing."
✑ Fateful Favour by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
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."
✑ Liquid Confidence by ladycamillewrites • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: When circumstances force you to share an apartment with the deliciously sexy, Dr. Robert Lang you find yourself struggling to maintain your sanity, and not just because of the craziness in high-rise
✑ I Got a Man But I Want You by holdmytesseract • 16+ • 〔E᜶M〕 •
Summary: "...A heated discussion between [you and your best friend, Robert,] about the 'usual topic' suddenly becomes more than just an argument..."
✑ What Do You Have to Offer by villainousshakespeare • 18+ • 〔E〕 • 🚫 •
Summary: "In order to [move up to the 25th floor], you will have to convince the handsome but slightly crazy Dr. Robert Laing that you will be a worthy addition to the society they have built on their level…"
✑ Win-Win by that-little-zebunny • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: Having a private dinner with your friend and neighbour, Robert Laing, should be simple. All you have to do is not let your feelings for him slip out; unfortunately, he makes that easier said than done.
✑ 25th Floor by laufeyamp • 〔F᜶C〕 •
✑ Bad Luck by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Dishes Can Wait, the by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Drowning by ladyfluff • 〔A〕 •
✑ Easy Tiger by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ First Steps by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ His Warrior by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ I Want this to Last by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ It's Party Time by ladycamillewrites • 〔E᜶F〕 •
✑ Jealousy by holdmytesseract • 〔E᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Let Me Love You by ladyfluff • 〔E᜶F〕 •
✑ Lethargic Mornings by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Little Red Dress by ladyfluff • 〔E᜶F〕 •
✑ Lucky by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •
✑ Mr. Forgiveness by ladyfluff • 〔F᜶C〕 •
✑ Pillow Fort by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Playful by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Pregnancy's Glow by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Rock Your Body by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Something Sweet by ladyfluff • 16+ • 〔E〕 •
✑ Sunday by laufeyamp • 16+ • 〔F〕▪︎♥︎ •
✑ Sweet and Innocent by ladyfluff • 16+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ What's Wrong? by ladyfluff • 〔A〕 •
✑ Being Married to Robert Laing by five-miles-over • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Robert Laing as a Father by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
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Authors: @five-miles-over || @holdmytesseract || @lady-rose-moon || @ladycamillewrites || @ladyfluff || @laufeyamp || @muddyorbsblr || @smolvenger || @that-little-zebunny || @villainousshakespeare ||
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The Cure for Virginity
Robert Laing x fem! Reader Oneshot
Summary: Charlotte thinks you have been a virgin for too long. You should take advantage of a certain fellow tenant at the High-Rise, she says. The best amenity in the building- Doctor Robert Laing.
Word Count: 8K
Warnings: 18+, SMUT Y'ALL (First Time, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, Doctor kink, Virginity kink, dirty talk), Cursing, Mentions of drinking, and loss, Richard Wilder being a prick. But some moments of fluff and romance.
A/N: My first time (heh) ever writing for High-Rise! I hope you guys like it! Comments, Reblogs, Private Messages, and asks about my work are always appreciated!!
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"You should be adding on the vows of poverty and obedience!"
“I’m not a nun, Charlotte!” you shot back.
“At this point, you might be!”
You huffed as you kicked your feet in the water of the pool. It was packed with people that afternoon. It was one of the new joys of the place. Even the janitors glided by to clean the floors with mops on their shoes as if they were skates, smiling.
You were getting to know the residents one by one. So far, you had befriended some of the women. Like sweet, quiet Helen with her soft brown hair and a baby bump that was overdue. Helen sat on a chair. She read a magazine as her kids played Marco Polo in the pool. And Charlotte- tall, slender, with dark hair and always a laugh in her smile. But now, the laugh was at you as she waded through the waters.
“Please shut up, we’re in a public space! There are kids everywhere! Can we discuss the sale on baked goods they have in the grocery store here instead?” you begged.
“They might as well learn! Gave Toby the Talk when he was five!” Charlotte shot back.
“Uh-Uhm- anyone watch any good shows on the television lately?” you then changed desperately.
Charlotte rolled her eyes. She shook the water from her ears, her beautiful black hair covered by a white swimming cap. She went up to the pool’s edge and folded her arms over it, resting her chin on them.
“This place has everything for you, Y/N- A grocery store, a spa, a school, a gym, and even a sex life if you want…” she continued.
You splashed the water on her face, and she laughed as she held her arms up in defense.
“But the thing is…I know someone for you. Someone more than able to take care of it…” Charlotte began.
“I’m pretty sure any average penis can do the job! And why do you care so much? It’s a personal choice about my body- none of your beeswax!” you retorted.
She raised one of her eyebrows as she swam to you.
“Not even oral?” she asked.
She would not be silenced by a refusal. You leaned in.
“No!” you whispered.
She pulled herself to the edge. Water splashed as she emerged to sit on the edge next to you.
“Y/N, I have a tip for you- two words!” she said.
She held up a fist and uncurled two fingers with the first and last names.
“Robert Laing.”
“Oh my god, you’re setting me up?” you sighed.
She shrugged.
“Why not? His tongue reached places I never thought it could!” she recalled.
Your jaw dropped.
“Are you seriously setting me up with your boyfriend?!” you cried, leaning forward.
“No! He’s not…” she answered.
“So, he’s your ex…you’re setting me up with your ex!?” you questioned.
“It was a fling- long over now. We’ve moved on. But we’re on good terms! All the women love him for a reason- he’s incredible! You’re going to lose it once, Sister Y/N, it might as well be someone who knows how to do the job. Listen to me-“
She pointed up to the above floors.
“Men have the brothel. Women have Laing.”
She flipped her legs up and walked over to the chairs.
“What do you think, Helen?!” she prodded.
You looked over to see Helen as she reclined on the pool chair. She tipped her lovely face from her magazine.
“Of Robert Laing?” she asked.
“Yeah-in bed!” Charlotte asked.
“Incredible! Nothing like it!!” Helen agreed.
Are you kidding me? Oh god- this place has a gigolo! you thought.
You forced your jaw to shut. High-Rise life wasn’t like normal life. It was a culture shock for you. Here, any proper rules about what was good or bad were out the window. People lived as they wanted and did what they wanted. There was no consequence. Each night, in the middle of the Twentieth floor, you could hear giggles and laughter. You passed people groaning and screaming with sex from their rooms. If not in the halls. The loud music from the constant partying was everywhere the second it was dark. You even heard housewives discussing what drugs they inhaled as they carried brown grocery bags.
“He’s a Shy boy. At First. But if you're alone with him in a bedroom…well, it’s a different man. But it’s not so intense that your first time with him would be too much. Unless you want to try anal,” Charlotte informed you.
You shot a look at Charlotte. Kids ran around the pool and tried to cartwheel into the water by you.
But Helen nodded and smiled. She spoke with the cherubic cheerfulness of a Disney princess.
“Oh yes, even anal with Robert is fantastic!”
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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???
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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.”
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Holy shit, this can’t be real. I can’t be doing this, you thought.
Your heart was racing, your finger shaking as you pressed the button to go to the Twenty-Fifth floor. Up it went, up, up, up. You could chicken out and run away, but no- that was being a coward. Didn’t you want this in the first place? Hell, you were the one who flat-out asked him!
What if it all went wrong? What if then he hated you? What if you hated him? Yes, he was incredibly handsome but handsome men could be total pricks. Wilder was as handsome as they come. But the man was a slimy, creepy rat bastard you wanted to shove off the highest balcony. If only Helen would divorce his sorry ass by now. She didn’t deserve him. But what if Wilder was a sweet guy back then? What if when Helen began dating him, he wasn’t like that? People change. What if Robert seemed okay at first and then turned into an asshole who broke your heart or hurt you? What then?
But all that was for later. Now was now.
It’s a free dinner, at least you thought remembering Helen’s words.
Taking a deep breath, the elevator dinged, and you stepped out to the hall.
You checked a hand mirror in your pocket to make sure your makeup was right, and that there weren’t any noticeable stains in your teeth. Your dress was blush pink, showing your shoulders and snug on your body with a flared skirt. Pink, how ironic- that mix of innocent white and passionate red. You had jewelry and earrings complete with heels. The heating broke throughout for a few hours, and you wore a coat over your dress from the chill of the building.
There it was, checking the notepad you had in your pocket and then double-checking, it was the right room- 2505. You entered, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.
You knocked on the door and saw him. Your body froze at the sight of him. If this was real. If he was real. He was in a white dress shirt with a grey jacket and black tie. So simple, but so becoming. His eyes were soft when they looked at you, like the gaze of a doe. This couldn’t be the wild sex maniac the women of the High-Rise gossiped about. The man they went to for sex as they went to the spa for massages. Or was he?
“Hello, Robert….” You greeted.
He opened it.
“Please…come in…can I take your coat?”
“Yes…”
You sucked in the air when you felt him behind you, his hands raised up. Taking your coat. They were gentle as they brushed against your shoulders. You felt his eyes drink you in from behind. Seeing your dress. Seeing the outline of your body. But you did not raise an arm or hand to cover yourself, you let him look. He walked over and put the coat over a hook on the wall.
“Welcome, Y/N. You look lovely again. Make yourself at home,” he greeted with a smile.
Your chest fluttered as you mumbled a “thank you.”
You noticed the room- one wall had a tiny square of grey paint on it. But the other walls were tall and brown with rectangular columns- sleek and modern. A few boxes were in the back. There was a photo pinned to one wall of him in a casual shirt smiling and hugging a young woman. You thought you glimpsed a bed in one corner and promptly turned your head away to ignore it. Near the dinner table was a sliding glass door to a balcony like every house as the sun had finally set and it darkened to nighttime. The room was lit a little low- not garishly bright. But not too dark.
You saw him in his lovely suit and his tie. You smiled at him.
“Thank you so much, Robert. The place looks wonderful,” you complimented.
He gallantly pulled out the chair at the table for you. You made a smile too big for your face and your stomach fluttered. Robert made his way to the other end. There was the Riesling along with a small salad bowl and a meal.
“Well, what brought you here?” you asked.
Robert’s hand froze, fork in mid-air.
“It was my…my sister,” he answered.
“She invited you?”
“No, she died…” he replied.
This man at the party held himself like a demigod, a touch of the divine within him. But at the mention of his sister, here you were with the mortal half.
“Oh, Robert…that’s awful…” you said.
He began to blink. He then reached into his pocket, lit a cigarette with shaking hands, and began to smoke. His hands were still shaking after a several puffs with the cigarette. You saw a tear in the duct of his eye. You got up, went to your coat pockets, retrieved tissues, and hurried over to give him one.
“Here…here…” you said.
You heard sniffs. You then handed him a glass of water from the kitchen, and he began to gulp it up. His eyes were puffy with quiet tears. He then glanced at the photo.
“We were close. And she was the nicest, most genuine person you could imagine. She had a full life…but not a long one…” he continued.
“Robert, that’s still a tragedy…and you should grieve how you want….” You comforted, leaning closer to him.
Looking down at your hands, you saw they fidgeted. Glancing around the room, you wondered if now the right time was to even have this dinner. You retreated two steps from him.
“Do you need some space? I can go back to-”
“No! No- please! Please stay…” Robert pleaded, leaning forward in his chair, a hand up to stop you.
“Alright, I will.”
You returned to the chair and sat down.
“Sometimes, I’m over her. I think I’ve stopped crying…then it hits me…I’m sorry, Y/N, you weren’t expecting a crying mess….” He confided.
“I’m pretty sure losing a beloved sibling would make any person into a crying mess…” you reasoned.
He then looked at the dinner…
“We should start. The food might get cold,” he reasoned.
You sat down and began with the rolls in a basket on the table.
“So, tell me…tell me more about your job! I know you’re a doctor,” you queried.
“Well, I’m a physiologist. And a professor…” he said.
As he dug into the salad, his shoulders began to lower. His lips curled to a small smile as he looked at you.
“Not just a medical doctor? That’s impressive. That requires lots of studying to get approved!” you praised, nodding your head.
“I teach physiology to medical students in training. How to do autopsies. One poor chap flat out fainted once in the middle last month.”
“Well, can’t blame him! I see too much gore in a horror movie, and I have to cover my eyes!” you commented.
“It’s the human body! It’s fascinating!” he said, gesticulating with his hands.
He grinned wider and set the cigarette on an ashtray on the table. The salad and main course and side dishes vanished. Time passed easily talking to him. One topic you discussed excitedly so much that you had to freeze your hands from knocking over the Riesling bottle placed next to you. He lit a new one, and began to absent-mindedly smoke, but kept his eyes on you. You sipped on your glass and realized he had finished this.
“Oh, the bottle…it’s on the other side,” he commented.
“Here, let me bring it over. Would you like me to pour it for you?” you offered.
“Yes…”
You went over and poured the glass. He picked up the cigarette, the smoke curling up to twist and melt into the air. Then he looked at you with reverence above him. It was a nice picture. Domestic even. Your gaze met his and you pulled up the wine bottle before you could overflow his glass by accident.
Feminism was leaving your mind like filtering sand each second you laid eyes on him. Could you see yourself as his wife already? Was it too soon?
You could see yourself waking up next to him. Fixing him coffee in the morning. Adjusting his tie before he went to work, asking for him to tell you every bit of it as you gave him a demure kiss on the cheek. When it came to the time, he would be back home, you’d dress up with lipstick, skirts, pearls, and perfume just like now. You would have dinner prepared on the table or a hot bath too for good measure. He would enter and greet you with one of the smiles that made you flutter and a deeper kiss than that in the morning. You would pour him a drink when he came in. He’d praise the dinner but then look at you. Saying he’d rather devour you. Then pick you up. Carry you to the kitchen countertop. Shove away the leftover ingredients. He’d make hickeys across your pearl-draped neck. Then he'd push you to lie down on it. He’d lift your skirt, drop his pants and fuck you senselessly on the countertop until….
The footsteps of people out in the hall snapped you back. You felt your entire body clench, arousal already soaking your panties. A pit in your stomach with the food. You made yourself swallow the fantasy out. That was for later. You had to be present. Your body felt hot like it had a fever. Returning to your seat, you poured yourself another sip of Riesling. Grateful that he chilled it. Robert turned his head to the outside balcony, gesturing to it.
“Ah- look outside! It’s beautiful tonight! Sometimes I can hear the crickets…or see the stars,” he suggested.
The two of you went out to the balcony and looked up and out. You saw some stars, whatever wasn’t blocked by the fog of London nearby. Crickets chirruped from below. Both of you admired it for a few minutes.
He turned to you, flicking his cigarette off the end. It was like a tiny, red star before blinking into nothing. As if it dissolved into the night air before hitting the pavement.
“Y/N, thank you for earlier…and for returning the bottle…” he said with a smile.
“You’re welcome. They were dicks to you. And it’s a good wine. And thanks for opening up about your sister-I think there are half-off roses at the store. I’ll send some to you in her honor, just tell me a color…” you offered.
“I should be the one getting you flowers. I had work and had to cook the food- ran out of time,” he explained.
“Well, I’m not the one who needs it!” you quipped.
He chuckled warmly. You realized he was leaning closer. And you could pick up his scent- cigarette smoke and cologne mixed up in the drink that was Doctor Robert Laing. His eyes hypnotized you. His face, smooth and handsome, transfixed you. You felt his hands on your waist. You felt him lifting you up, sitting you down on hard brick and mortar. But your gaze never left his. You looked down and he up.
“Robert, I…” you began.
But the words stopped. Your thoughts stopped.
His eyes went to your lips. Then he touched your cheek. That cold, soft hand. He began to lean forward.
Oh God, Oh god, oh god, ShitFuckShitFuck, it was about to happen! You thought in a thrilled panic.
Before you could close your eyes and seal the kiss, you felt a gust of cold wind on your back. You were so transfixed by him that you didn’t register where he put you. Blinking and then turning around, you saw he had set you to sit on the balcony. Right over the twenty-five floors below to the hard concrete. A push of his arms and you were a goner.
You let out a scream.
You wrapped your arms around him. You clung onto him like a koala and buried your face into his neck.
“Robert! Please!” you cried.
You could feel his smile, but he wrapped his arms around you. His hands were on your back, supporting you, keeping you safe.
“Okay- it’s okay, I got you,” he assured.
“Take me off- now!” you insisted.
He wrapped his arms around you, picking you up like you were as light as a toy doll and setting you down. He wiped his hands on his sides.
“I’m so sorry. Some of the women liked that. I should have asked,” he apologized.
“It’s okay-you got me off!” you assured him.
“Here, I know what’ll make you feel better. I brought my records with me…would you like to hear one?” he asked.
You nodded. He brought out a box. There was such a wide variety that he collected. He insisted on not sticking religiously to one genre. Good music was good music. He offered you your choice of albums. You selected one of the old-school crooners from the fifties. He set it on and began to play it. The album started as you both sat there, listening. The music melting your adrenaline from the balcony. You turned and felt him look at you. He then offered an open hand.
“Can we…can we dance?” he offered.
“Yes.”
You felt him pull you up. You felt him take one hand in your other and you felt him reach an arm around your waist to your back. You both moved. It wasn’t as much dancing as it was gentle swaying. But he was so graceful, so soothing you didn’t care.
“Robert, why did you say yes to dinner?” you asked.
“I’ve been lonely here, Y/N. I wanted company. And after that party, I wanted your company…you made this lonely man feel a little less lonely in this place here.” he explained.
The crooner’s voice went up to end the song and a new one began.
“Your hands…they’re cold. Doctor’s hands are always cold,” you commented.
“Then here,” he offered.
Robert put one hand to his face, letting out an exhale. on the palm. Then he rubbed it on his pants. The friction creating more heat. Then he grasped your hand again.
“No cold hands, no?” he asked.
“Much better,” you nodded.
“Y/N, would you like to learn something medical?” he asked, continuing to sway with you.
“Yes.”
“You can feel the pulse in various places in the body, yes, but that includes your stomach. And that’s for a certain kind of pulse- PMI. Point of Maximum Impulse,” he explained.
“Where is it on me?” you asked.
“Well, can I touch you with my cold doctor's hands?” he quipped.
“Yes,” you answered with a giggle.
He lowered his hand to press the flesh gently beneath your left breast, and between rib bones. You inhaled sharply at his touch.
“There. That’s the PMI- one of the strongest beats from your heart. You can guess certain heart diseases feeling it,” he taught.
“And what can you tell about my pulse, Doctor Laing?” you asked.
His cheeks became pink at the word.
“That it’s…it’s racing…very fast.”
“And why does the heartbeat race? You’re the expert,” you teased.
“Anxiety or danger… but also excitement…”
“What about yours? How is your pulse?” you asked.
“Here…why don’t you tell me yourself…” he offered, smiling back.
You lifted your hand from his and placed it on the left side of his chest, over his grey jacket. You could feel it starting to race.
“It’s going fast too…” he whispered.
“From anxiety, danger…or excitement…”
“Yes…”
Robert then leaned forward, his nose grazing yours. An inch before, almost seeking permission. You gazed at each other’s eyes and then lips.
And finally, they touched sealing into a kiss. You felt him press you tight- an embrace you would never want him to release from. He held onto you. The music swelled- it was now a romantic ballad. He let go.
“I had a good night tonight,” Robert told you.
“I did too…”
His hand dropped to touch the side of your face. He kissed more and more. He pushed his tongue in, and you made a noise at the feel. Only to kiss him more. You felt his hand on your lower back press you closer. Your hips were connecting. Arousal soaked you down below. But even more this time. This time it was real. The friction made you chilled, hypnotized. Nothing, no one else mattered- except him.
“I…I don’t want it to end now….” He confessed.
He kissed you, but then you realized he had guided you right into the column before the kitchen, and he was pawing at your clothes, looking for the zipper in your back. Your mind then went blank in surprise.
“Robert- wait! Please, wait!” you pleaded breathily, putting a hand on his chest to stop.
He paused. His arms fell. A strand of hair was loose and his lips were bright pink.
“Did the ladies tell you about me?” you asked.
“No,” he reported.
“I know you’re experienced but I never…never did this before, Robert…” you explained.
“Oh...alright…” he nodded.
No comments. No words of lack of surprise nor total surprise. No laughter and no judgment. No teasing. He only accepted it as a fact, like the earth was round.
“I’m sorry. I got carried away. I got excited. I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot- but I’ll stop,” He apologized.
He took a few steps back.
Yet the look of him made you light-headed with lust. All yours if only for this night. The raving reviews of the women taunted your mind. And the creeping, slivering desire you felt for Robert Laing overwhelmed you. You realized you didn’t want to call it a night and return home. It was the first step of a steep hike. The view from above would be worth each nerve-wracking step. And that he felt for you…
Your heart was racing out of control. Your head was clear despite the wine, the pooling in your body was urging at you, telling you. It's time. You're ready. And you know it. You want this. You want him.
“I told you to wait… not to stop. Not completely. I trust you. I want this. And I want it to be you…” you directed.
“Are you absolutely sure?” he asked.
“Yes,” you replied, stepping forward.
You slide a hand behind his head, through his hair. He kissed you further, deeper. You moaned into it.
“The bed. If it’s the first time, you need the bed…” he whispered.
You would let him have you anywhere, but you still smiled. He led you over there to that bed. He laid you down.
“Look at you in that dress, it made me want to ruin you the minute you came in,” he growled.
He kissed you hard and passionately. You sighed into it. Some gentle pressure from his push and you laid down on the bed. He laid on top of you and you felt his weight. It wasn’t to crush you, but just enough that it was like an embrace. You felt a gasp from your lips as he undid his tie and tossed it to the side. His hands raised your skirt. He grinned seeing the nicest lace underwear you had selected. Already visibly stained by how wet you were.
“Here…I’ll make you ready even more, darling…” he said.
He crept a finger down the hem. He then looked up.
“Can I?” he asked.
“Yes, you can…” you nodded.
You let out a gasp feeling his finger inside you. He moved it around and you shuddered. A gasp that stopped in your throat as he stretched you out, felt your walls, getting deeper. He explored you and you had to get used to it- the newness, the intrusion. But you didn’t want him out yet. He licked his lips as he curled it up, eliciting a small moan from you. You felt him move up your folds and then finding your clit. As he began to circle it, you splayed a hand over his back and grabbed onto his jacket. A shuddering sound escaped you. The man was fully clothed but you were already a mess for him. You began to writhe as he circled it more, in response, a groan came out of you.
“There?” he asked.
“There!” you confirmed in a gasp.
“More, my dear-more?” he asked.
“Yes…then keep them- oh!” you cried, interrupted as he put in a second finger.
You felt your own legs open wider for space. He found the right spot, and you began whimpering. Neck arching and close your eyes to keep feeling it. Then he removed it, wiping the juices on your thigh. You felt cold, and empty without them in you. But that was only the first stage; preparation.
“Can’t believe I’m your first. First to touch you. First to ruin you. First to fuck you. I don’t want any man after to compare to me,” he boasted.
Your fingers began to grip the sheets to steady yourself. Both of you tossed away your shoes.
He unzipped the back of your dress. You pulled him forward, kissing him again, but moving to the lobe of his ear, his neck. He removed your dress. He took off your stockings, kissing your stomach as it glided over and letting it float down to the floor. You were in a bra and underwear. You raised a hand to cup his cheek. Despite the shakiness in your hands and your own brain racing through the fog of arousal, fear, and thrill. You pulled him in to kiss him again, not caring that your teeth clank. He wrapped an arm around you, and you felt the warmth right on your skin.
“We have some walls to test here. I want you to be screaming for the neighbors to complain,” he voiced, taking off his jacket to toss on the floor.
You half sat up and helped him to undo the buttons of his white dress shirt. With a smooth movement, he removed his pants. You saw the erect outline through his white underwear. You felt your eyes widen as you saw him. Tanned and ripped, clear muscles, strong biceps, and a wide chest and shoulders. He smiled proudly as you sat there ogling him.
“Like what you see?” he asked.
“Yes,” you said.
“That’s good. I like what I see too. There’s just one thing that could be better,” he said.
He went back to kiss you and felt one hand reach to your bra strap in the back. Both of you forgot about the enforced chill of the apartments. You had the fire of bare skin on bare skin. He paused and looked down at your exposed breasts with a smile. He raised his hand, grazing a thumb over your nipple. You shivered from it.
“This exquisite and uninvaded. Untouched. Looks like I’ll have to end that…” he mumbled.
He wrapped his arms around you to pull you back down, and you peppered kisses all over his jaw and his neck. You even found his earlobe and pecked it. You felt his own hardness press on you as well as his leg. A thin line of cloth on both of you. Nothing more, nothing less. Keeping your bodies from joining. Ache. Need. You felt him against you. Your hips rocked to his and Laing let out a groan. He teased his hardness against your clothed entrance.
“And you know the procedure, Doctor?” you teased with a heated giggle.
“I know it well if you want it,” he replied, his breath hot against you.
“Yes, please…I need you to fuck me,” you mewled, arching your shoulders back, tits splaying.
You never heard this tone in your voice. Wanton. Downright pornographic. But here it was.
You felt his own hips against yours and a shudder between you both. Then he crawled up, and you felt his hardness outline on your stomach. He looked at you.
“Then, keep laying supine…and keep calling me Doctor…” he requested.
He kissed one breast, eliciting a moan from you. He moved on to the other. Your arms reached down until your fingers traced his shoulders. You found his hair and combed all ten of your fingers through it. He moved down to kiss your hip bone. His own hands went up, tracing the side of your leg.
You felt his long fingers splaying over your hip bones and the hem. He was slow- as if enjoying feeling every inch of you. Curling around the hem, he pulled the panties down your thighs. He put them through your knees, through your calves, and off. As if this was a ceremony. Your heart drummed further, your head spinning as he looked down on you. He looked at you bare. His eyes kept between your legs, licking your lips at the sight of your sex.
He removed his underwear and kicked it away. He was already dripping small pearls. You swallowed a gasp. He was monstrous…not that you had any before to compare it to. He returned to hover over you. He pried your legs open with his hands, warm from his breath but also the touch of your skin. You felt your own hips arch forward for him.
You glanced over to the side, seeing the night. It was dark against the soft lights of the apartment. The sky was clear. Stars finally outshone the city smog. A beautiful, peaceful night indeed. A perfect night to lose your innocence to Laing.
He then tipped a finger beneath your chin, moving you to face him.
“I want to see you, I want to look in your eyes when I’m the first one to fuck you, the first to enter you. I want you to look at me,” he rasped.
“Yes, Doctor.”
Looking right into his eyes, you opened your shaking legs. He sank into you. Bit by bit. Inch by inch. Moans coming out of you. Then he moved his hips and let it all in.
You let out one little cry when he was fully inside. You felt his own heartbeat over you, his skin, and his moan right next to your ear. Your walls adjusted to him. You felt yourself clutch onto his back. He panted right next to you. He kept his eyes on you. Knowing how special this moment was. He finally claimed you. Nothing else would change that now in the future. Robert Laing was the first to enter you. The first to show you sinful bliss.
Then he pulled his hips back. You sighed at the feeling of the coldness from lack of him, and he brought it back with a sloppy thrust.
Your breath hitched when finally, he was inside. You felt his own heartbeat over you, his skin, and a moan right next to your ear. Your walls adjusted to him. You felt yourself clutch onto his back. Then he pulled his hips back. You sighed at the feeling of the coldness from lack of him, and he brought it back with a sloppy thrust.
“There…there’s a good girl…like that…” he rasped.
He thrust into you again, and again. A voice flew out of you, a voice you never knew you had. He began to pick up only slightly. You gasped- you liked this.
“Yes! Yes, yes! Doctor-fuck- yes!!” you hissed.
You tilted your head back, eyes closing to enjoy the sensation when he cupped your jaw and pulled it down. You opened your jaw as he traced a finger over your lips.
“Remember-eyes on me….” He panted.
You let his face meet yours. His lips grazed yours in an open kiss. He even took his forehead and pressed yours against it. You felt his breath hot against you.
“Angel, can you…can you take more?” he asked.
You nodded, your hands reaching to that strong back and digging your nails in. He responded by snapping his hips right into you, such a hard pull you felt the invasion arrange your insides.
“Doctor!” you cried out.
It was the sweetest invasion, the pinprick of pain that brought pleasure. He picked up the speed. His own groans from his pink lips serenade your whorish moans. Then more.
“Fuck, you’re-you’re tight. Shit-shit- taking me so well, there- there’s- fuck!-my good girl,” he whimpered as he picked up the pace.
You felt yourself get dizzy. Your hands around, reaching his hair and raking your nails deeper onto his back. He had found the right spot, your hips meeting his, but angling- deeper, with the speed increasing. You were sliding against the bed, yet you weren’t stopping him. He then took your lower thighs and lifted them, he reached the upper angle, near your clit. He was getting rougher.
“Doctor-Yes-oh, Jesus- Yes-yes!” you were yelling.
His thrusts were wilder. Faster. He grunted and groaned, eyes down on you. Here was the passionate man the women raved about. The desk next to the bed was shifting around with how deeply, quickly, and powerfully he was fucking you. And the bed itself was denting against the wall.
Something was bubbling inside you. Building up. He was cursing, then crying out your name. Something was building in you. Like you were going to break if you let it grow. Like you would die. But you wanted to. at the sound as he slammed you, hips slamming into yours as he kept up the fast rhythm. All as he looked you in the eye and you in his eyes. Then he put a finger in your slit and curled it on your nub.
The pleasure was rising. More moans came out of you. Not quiet ones. Bubbling up wilder as he stroked you there. About to spin out of control. You weren’t going to last.
“D-Doctor- I think I’m- I think I’m going to-“
“Cum-darling-cum, cum with me!” He was yelling as well, meeting your volume.
It built higher, higher, until-
You let out a last, loud cry.
The spinning pleasure snapped in you. You took in a slight gasp as the shockwaves of your peak. You felt him give a last shout of your name as he came too. He was pulsing inside you, and you felt yourself shake, an ache in your own pussy and legs. The record had stopped playing and there was only the white noise of the vents above you. The heat had come back on. Not that you or Robert needed it.
You fell together, feeling the eclipse of your shared high. You saw the ceiling spin above you. Slowly arriving back to. The apartment reeked of sex, of your bodies, of sweat, and the heat of passion. He pulled out of you; you could hear his own quick breaths. Trying to catch his own. Your entire body was heavy from your climax, craving sleep.
“Are you okay?” he asked, touching a hand to your shoulder.
“I’m…I’m tired…tired and wonderful,” you replied.
He smiled.
“I’m glad then…” he said.
You nestled close and wrapped an arm around him. Good night, you couldn’t have asked for a better hour.
“Robert, Thank you. I’m glad it was with you…” you complimented.
“So, I take that you liked it?” he quipped.
“I loved it- Doctor,” you answered with a giggle.
As you nestled closer to him, he laughed back with you. The laughter made his body under your arms jilt up and down. The sound rumbled and echoed through your skin. There was something pure about it. Sweet.
He let go. But it felt too soon. You wanted to hold him for longer. Cuddle him. Kiss him on the cheek and forehead. Call him every pet name under the sun. You leaned on your side and traced the outline of his cheek down to his shoulder. He blinked and watched your hands, unused to the intimacy. Then he shifted closer to lay on his side parallel to you. You wrapped your arms around each other.
“Can I stay?” you proposed.
His eyes went wide. His jaw went slack. Then he nodded.
“Yes- Y/n, please! I never had anyone stay over the night…” he confessed.
Your eyebrows shut up.
“You’re kidding!” you gasped.
Comparing you to his ex-lovers on a first date wasn’t a wise choice for a man. But there was a sadness in his voice. It made you halt. It made you listen.
“They’d take me. And then they’d leave. Not say a word when I passed them at the store. Like I was no different than their plumber…”
You traced a finger over his bare chest. Drawing figures as he beamed down at you.
“Then I’ll stay…but I might need my toothbrush tomorrow. My breath will stink if you kiss me in the morning,” you reminded him.
“I’ll brave it then,” he responded.
He leaned in to kiss you. Both of you settled in closer. Never letting go of the other. Discussing everything. Discussing nothing. Your exhaustion from your orgasm won over and you both melted into a peaceful sleep, there in room 2505.
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Stuck in an elevator || Laing || Kinktober 2022 || 18+ ||
Part of my Kinktober Masterlist that you can find ~here~
My main Masterlist can be found ~~here~~
Summary: life in the high rise is hectic but your interest is caught by one specific doctor.
Warning: blowjobs, semi-public sex, smoking
Life in the High Rise was helpful. If you tried, you could work, live, shop and die there. There was no true reason to leave if you got a job within the apartment block. The power loss was a setback, however, as there was nothing to keep the food fresh, no phones working to order new food, the air conditioning stopped working and the High Rise fell into madness. You powered through, though, trying to get on with life as best as you could considering the circumstances.
A type of system had developed among the many floors of the apartment blocks, a social classing system that spanned most of the building with the shopping concourse soon being considered ‘No-Man’s-Land’ for the unspoken civil war between the lower floors and the upper.
You lived on the fourteenth floor, a quaint apartment that was overshadowed constantly by falling debris from floors above you. Still, your floor was one of the last to lose full power. You were so very proud of your self-made filtering system to get the bad air smell out of your apartment. You wouldn’t deny that the madness that descended upon the building hadn’t sunk its fearsome claws into your brain and pulled you below sanity.
One person caught your eye. He was trying his best to remain sane despite the building falling into disrepair around him. Robert Laing was a doctor and still left the High Rise to attend his job at the medical school. You watched him every morning as he walked through the seas of cars, day by day forgetting where he had parked the night before. He was slowly starting to return earlier and earlier, developing that need to remain in the High Rise that absolutely everybody else had already drowned in.
Today the doctor returned at just gone one in the afternoon. His hair was dishevelled and he had forgone the suit jacket, his tie askew and his pace brisk. Eagerly, you left your apartment and waited exactly ten seconds before calling the elevator that Doctor Laing always used to get to work. You knew that the elevator would come get you first so when you stepped into it, you grinned as the doors slid shut and you began going down.
No one else wanted to leave the High Rise so they weren’t hindering the elevator's trip down to the ground floor to greet the good Doctor. When the doors slid open, your eyes met with the Doctor and you grinned, “Doctor Laing,” you began, your voice hoarse but sultry, “how was work?”
The man’s eyes darkened as he stared at you, visibly bothered in the break of his routine. No one usually was on the elevator when he got back after bailing out of work to return to the sanctuary he had built in his apartment on the 25th floor. “Miss Y/L/N,” he responded carefully, stepping into the elevator beside you and pressing the worn-down ‘25’ button.
“You’re home early, doctor,” you purred, stepping closer to the doctor and sliding your hands up his bare forearms, “doesn’t the medical school shut down at five?”
“I couldn’t,” Laing returned quickly, his voice thick and mournful. You knew that he loved working at the school but he was being pulled into the blinding lure that was the dystopia of the High Rise.
You hummed and lit a cigarette, bringing it to your lips before you puffed it out and turned to look at the good Doctor, watching his jaw tick and his tongue swipe out of his mouth to wet his lips. “Dear Doctor,” you whispered, watching Laing’s eyes flick to you, “are you alright? You seem a little pale.”
“Perfectly fine,” the Doctor responded quickly, watching the floor numbers changing before you heard a delicate ‘damn’ and the emergency stop button is pressed. Once the elevator was stopped, he whirled around to face you, “what is it that you want, miss Y/L/N?”
“Just to welcome you home,” you whispered, offering the cig to him and smirking as he took it and brought it to his lips, “it seems that you are becoming just like everyone else here, mad.”
The doctor scoffed and walked towards you, releasing in the fact that you stepped backwards, intimidated by his tall stature and the expression on his face.
Laing slowly cupped your cheek and looked deep into your eyes before his other hand shifted to between your legs and he slowly pressed his hand to your dripping panties.
You bit your lip and whined as you began to roll your hips, your slick gathering on the material of your panties. You watched as Laing's eyes darkened, his head leaning down to pepper kisses on your neck. You whined before dropping to your knees, your hands slowly trailing down the sides of his body as you gazed up at him. A sultry smirk spread across your lips as you cupped his hardening length through his trousers.
Pulling down the zipper and his boxers, you practically drooled at the sight of his hard cock ready for you. With an eager moan, you gently held the base of his cock as you pressed a kitten lick to the tip. Laing cursed below his breath and his hand fell to caress your cheekbone as you began to press it into your mouth. The feel of him on your tongue was bliss. You had yearned for his cock in your mouth since the first time you had met him on your way out of the High Rise for the last time two months ago.
"Shit, Y/N," Robert cursed, thrusting into your mouth gently, listening to the glorious sounds of your approval.
Your hand held the base of his cock as you began to bob your head, one of your hands slipping beneath your thighs to toy with your clit as you increased your movement.
Laing looked so delighted at the feeling of his cock being warmed in the wet warmth of your mouth, his head tossed back and he released a primal groan as his hips thrust into your mouth. You moaned and continued to circle your clit as your other hand cupped his balls and squeezed.
"Oh, fuck!" Laing cursed, eyebrows being pulled together from the overwhelming pleasure that you were giving him, "fuck, nngghh, I'm gonna cum, fuck, Y/N, gonna cum."
You smirked and continued to increase your pace, taking him deeper down your throat until you felt the weak whine of the Doctor and you settled as thick ropes of hot cum filled the back of your throat and Laing hissed.
"Oh my," Laing whispered blissfully, sheathing himself and helping you to his feet. As you got to your feet, you righted your skirt and panties before the elevator dinged on your floor and you stepped out.
"Will I see you soon?" the Doctor asked with a smile and you shrugged.
"I'm throwing a party in two days. Maybe we could do a little more than just that," you purred before turning on your heel down to your apartment.
You left behind an astounded doctor who was smirking with a spring in his step all the way down to his apartment on the 25th floor.
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Hi there! Would it be possible for you to write a set of headcanons about Yandere!Robert Laing with a reader who lives in the high rise and works at the same medical school as Robert does? Thank you so much, I really appreciate it :)
Once everyone got insane so did Robert
When he got insane his small crush on you became an obsession
You were the only one in high rise to remain sane
He kidnapping you because he was scared that the others would hurt you
Sees you as a little pet
Keeping you in his apartment
Chained to the bed
You hated him
You were a real pain for him
Like refusing everything and trying to escape high rise
In this case Stockholm syndrome is the only good result
(This was really fun to do so I would like to do more headcones)
#Yandererobertlaing#yandere boy#yandere#yanderetomhiddleston#robert laing#robert laing x reader#tom hiddleston#highrise
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Tom Hiddleston Moodboards (By me)
Autumn moodboards
Christmas moodboard
Naughty Moodboards (Robert Laing)
#Pls credit me if you use. Thanks :)#Tom Hiddleston#Tom Hiddleston Moodboards#Tom Hiddleston x reader#My moodboards#moodboards#character aesthetic#aesthetic moodboard#Dom!Tom#D/s#Autumn moodboard#Christmas moodboards#Dr laing#Robert laing Moodboards#Robert laing#High rise#Robert laing x reader
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kinktober 2023 – masterlist
Won't be doing all 31 days but rather I've set an initial goal of 5 stories from the 90 prompts I've seen for this year. If I reach those, then I have up to 10 stretch goal stories that I'll see if I can finish before the end of October.
Anything I don't will still be coming at a later date 🫡
fateful favors: love bites – Robert Laing x Reader
circumstances of succumbency: bath/shower – older Magnus Martinsson x Reader
remote consults behind enemy lines: formal wear – Tom Hiddleston x Reader
friday nights & hot dates: slow & soft – James Conrad x Reader
no resistance: fingering – President Loki x Reader
stretch goals
sex pollen – Robert Laing x Reader
anonymous sex – James Conrad x Reader
breeding – Will Ransome x Reader
hunter/prey – Thomas Sharpe x Reader
thigh riding – Jonathan Pine x Reader
somnophilia
cockwarming
lingerie
against a wall
cunnilingus
#kinktober 2023#robert laing x reader#magnus martinsson x reader#tom hiddleston x reader#james conrad x reader#loki x reader#will ransome x reader#muddyorbs writes
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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! ❤
Tagging: @lulubelle814 @km-ffluv @eleniblue @loz-3 @vbecker10 @jennyggggrrr @mochie85 @chantsdemarins @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @vanilla-daydreaming @lou12346789 @lady-rose-moon @evelyn-kingsley @the-princess-of-loki @acefeather2002
Peeps I think might be interested in this one... @smolvenger @anukulee @lokiforever
°☆• 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!
#dr robert laing#robert laing x you#robert laing x y/n#robert laing x fem!reader#robert laing x reader#robert laing#robert laing high rise#high rise fanfiction#high rise fic#high rise#tom hiddleston x reader#tom hiddleston character#Spotify
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february 2024 : madison’s recs
I AM LATE IM SO SORRY FEBRUARY SLIPPED AWAY FROM ME. ANYWAYS THAT YOU TO ALL THESE AMAZING AUTHORS!! Shorter rec list this month because school has been brutal ✊😭 in march i will be on my tumblr grind 🎀
PJO
— clarisse la rue
unclaimed @herlondonboy
i love you @↑
i did something bad @star-girl69
she calls me baby @↑
because of you @↑
american teenager @↑
fragments of a broken heart @ellszie
so don’t freak out @cranberryjuice-posts
kissin i hope they caught us @↑
i’m not your friend @↑
til death do us part, and then some @nvirskies
sand @↑
acotar
— azriel
reversal @pellucid-constellations
love of choice @writingcroissant
i’ve been waiting for you bonus @prythianpages
OPLA
— roronoa zoro
way hay, and up she rises @irisintheafterglow
TGM
— bob floyd
bob from stats @attapullman
divider credit to the lovely @cafekitsune 🩷🩷
#clarisse x reader#clarisse la rue x reader#pjo tv show#azriel fanfic#azriel x reader#azriel shadowsinger#opla#one piece#zoro roronoa x reader#roronoa zoro#robert bob floyd x reader#bob floyd x reader
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Last Updated: 2023-12-26
Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Dr. Robert Laing stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
❆ Baby, It's Cold Outside by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 •
❆ Carry You Home by ladyfluff• 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
❆ Christmas Gift, the by ladyfluff • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
❆ Christmas with the Laings by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
❆ Do They Know It's Christmas by just-the-hiddles • 18+ •
❆ Sneaky Christmas Kisses by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 •
See Also: Navigation || Robert Laing Master Index
Authors: @just-the-hiddles || @ladyfluff ||
#Robert Laing x Reader#Robert Laing x Female Reader#Robert Laing x Y/N#Robert Laing x You#Tom Hiddleston x Reader#Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader#Tom Hiddleston x Y/N#Tom Hiddleston x You#High Rise Fanfiction#High Rise Fanfic#Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction#Tom Hiddleston Fanfic
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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!
#high rise#tom hiddleston#smut#carrie writes#I'm so sorry for yall that came here for marvel and star wars and are in the midst of my Tom phase#I am sending you guys cake#robert laing#robert laing x reader#doctor robert laing#dr robert laing#dr robert laing x reader#dr robert laing my beloved#doctor sexy my beloved#robert laing x y/n#robert laing x you#robert laing imagine
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