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Patience

"Ah-ah," he chides. "Use your words, like I said. Tell me exactly where you want my hands."

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem! Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 6.4k

Summary: You’re a newish member to the town of Forks, with an extreme obsession with Doctor Cullen. One day he finally gives in after you’ve visited the clinic for the 5th time that month.

Warnings: light choking, semi public sex, fingering, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, teasing, praising, orgasm denial.

a/n: I know this is a shift from my usual posts but I've been desperate for some more Carlisle content. As always, I hope you enjoy <3 and send any requests my way!

As you stepped into the small, dimly lit clinic, the antiseptic smell filled your nostrils, mingling with the faint scent of pine from the freshly wiped floor. The receptionist looked up from her computer, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Hello again," she said, her voice dripping with a hint of amusement.

You returned the smile, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible, and proceeded to the triage desk. Gripping my chest dramatically, you winced. "I've got these terrible chest pains," you gasp, hoping she wouldn't recognize your voice from the numerous calls I'd made over the past few weeks. "I think it's happening again."

She nodded sympathetically, though her eyes betrayed a spark of curiosity. "I'll let Dr. Cullen know right away," she assures you, before disappearing into the back rooms of the clinic. Your heart raced with anticipation as you take a seat, glancing around the empty waiting area.

Little did they know that your only ailment was an extreme obsession with the enigmatic doctor who had recently become the talk of the town.

The receptionist emerged from the back, her smile widening as she beckoned you to follow her. She led you down the hallway to a small, cozy examination room, the walls adorned with diplomas and medical charts. "Dr. Cullen will be with you in just a moment," she said, the amusement in her voice now unmistakable.

You nodded, trying to compose yourself as she closed the door behind you. The room was warm, and the gentle hum of the heater filled the space. You sat on the crinkling paper of the examination table, heart pounding in your chest.

Would he finally see through your facade of feigned illnesses? Or would he offer the attention and concern that you so desperately sought? The anticipation was almost too much to bear as you heard the soft footsteps approaching, and the door handle turned with a quiet click.

He stepped into the exam room with his usual grace and composure, a hint of surprise flickering across his features as his gaze fell on you. His cool, pale fingers clutched a patient chart, which he quickly placed on the counter. His voice, as smooth and soothing as ever, broke the silence.

Cullen leaned against the counter, folding his arms across his chest and studying you with a mix of curiosity and veiled amusement. "Back again," he commented, his voice betraying a hint of recognition. "Chest pains, you say?"

“Mhm,” you bite your lip as you gaze up at him, “It comes and goes..”

Carlisle hummed softly, tilting his head to one side as he observed you. The flicker of recognition in his eyes now more pronounced. He grabbed the stethoscope that hung around his neck, looping it over his ears.

He closed the small distance between you, his presence seeming to fill the room. He placed the cold metal end of the stethoscope against your chest, his touch as gentle as a butterfly's wings. "Take a deep breath for me," he requested, his voice velvety and commanding.

You gasp at the chill of the metal, a soft surprised sound escaping your lips as you try to steady your heart rate. You follow his instructions, taking in a deep breath.

Dr. Cullen listens intently as the sound of your heartbeat fills his ears through the stethoscope. His brows furrowed slightly, a look of concentration on his face. The cool and professional demeanor remains, his focus on your heart.

"Again," he instructs, moving the stethoscope slightly to a different spot on your chest. His gaze never wavers from yours, his eyes betraying a hint of suspicion laced with a touch of curiosity.

You nod, taking in a deep breath, your hands resting on your knees as you gaze up at his strong jaw. Your heart rate picks up as you admire his face from where you're sitting.

Carlisle can't help but notice the hitch in your heartbeat, his sharp hearing catching the slight acceleration. A small flicker of a smirk plays on the corner of his lips, as he continues to listen intently.

He lifts the stethoscope from your chest, his eyes locking with yours once more. "Your heart rate is elevated," he comments, his voice a low hum. "Any idea why that might be?" The hint of a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Uh,” you gulp, looking off to the side of the room. “No, I’m not quite sure..” your fingers fumble with the hem of your short skirt as you suck your bottom lip between your teeth.

Cullen's eyes flickered down to your fingers fidgeting with the hemline of your skirt before meeting your gaze once more. He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

He took a step back, returning the stethoscope to his desk and perching himself on the edge of it, folding his arms across his broad chest. "You know," he began, his voice a low growl, "I've noticed a pattern. Every time you come to visit, you seem to have a different ailment."

“I guess I’m just,” you try to come up with an excuse. “I just have a lot of things going on, huh?” you grin up at him stiffly.

The doctor tilts his head to one side, a smirk playing on his lips as he studies you intently. He pushes himself off the desk and begins pacing slowly in front of you.

"That's the thing," he says, his voice quiet and measured. "I've been a doctor for a very long time, and I've seen many patients through the years."

He stops in front of you, his gaze locking with yours. "And yet, I've never seen someone quite so...frequent as you."

“Oh..” you lick your lip, “I guess I’m just a bit worried, you know.. Chest pains aren’t a good sign..” your gaze falls to the tiled floor.

Dr. Cullen hums softly, a hint of amused skepticism in his voice. "That's true.. Chest pains aren't something to be taken lightly," he agrees, his gaze locked on your face. "But I have a feeling there's more than just chest pains that are troubling you."

“What.. what do you mean?” your eyes widen as you look up at him, body straightening under his intense stare.

Cullen cocks his head to the side, his eyes never leaving yours. He takes a step closer, his presence becoming more commanding.

"I mean," he began, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "that I suspect there's something more going on here. Something that has little to do with your physical ailments and more to do with..." he pauses, his eyes sweeping over your body briefly, "...something else entirely."

You take a deep breath, gulping as he moves closer. “Oh?”

Carlisle’s gaze hardens as he moves even closer, nearly towering over you now. "What if I were to suggest that your frequent visits here have less to do with medical concerns and more to do with something else, something more intimate?" he asks, his voice soft but commanding.

He leans closer still, his cool breath ghosting across your skin. "What if I were to suggest that there's a deeper, underlying reason for your...obsession with this clinic?"

You lean back, legs squeezing together as warmth fills your stomach. “Like what? Doctor Cullen?” you furrow your eyebrows, feigning innocence.

Dr. Cullen's eyes narrow ever so slightly at your feigned innocence. He can sense the heat coursing through your body and the way your legs press together. A smile tugs at the corner of his lip.

He leans in, his voice lowering to a near growl. "Don't play coy with me," he murmurs, closing what little distance remains between you. "You know exactly what I'm referring to."

“I don't-” you shake your head in response, eyes wide as you scoot further back on the table. “I don't think I know what you mean…” your body tenses with desire as he looks down at you.

Cullen's eyes darken at the way you scoot back further on the table, the subtle signs of your tension not escaping his sharp senses. He rests his hands on the edge of the table, effectively caging you in.

"Oh? You don't?" he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Then tell me why you've been coming here every week for months. And don't give me that 'I'm just clumsy' or 'I have bad headaches' act again."

You open your mouth to give another excuse but nothing comes out, words seemingly caught in your throat. Eyes falling to his lips as your heart hammers against your chest erratically.

His lips curved into a knowing smirk as he noticed the way your gaze fixed on them. It was all the confirmation he needed.

He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Why don't you just admit it?" he asked, his breath fanning against your skin. "Admit why you keep coming back here. To see me. To see what it's like to have my hands on you."

“Doctor..” you start, voice soft and full of desperation.

Cullen's eyes flicker with a hint of satisfaction as he hears the desperation in your voice. He raises a hand, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light yet full of possession.

"Say it," he commands, his voice low and authoritative. "Say it, and then you can get exactly what you've been coming here for all these weeks."

“I..” your eyes flutter shut as you take a deep breath. “I’ve been coming here because I want to feel your hands on me.” you gasp out, cheeks flushing with your whispered confession.

Carlisle’s eyes gleam with satisfaction as he hears the confession tumble from your lips. He leans in closer, his hand moving from your cheek to your chin, tilting it upwards so your gaze meets his.

"Good girl," he purrs, the words making heat flare in your stomach. "It wasn't so hard, was it? Admitting what you really want."

He leans even closer, his body pressed against the table, "And what do you want me to do with those hands, princess?"

“I want you to touch me..” you bite down on your lip, legs parting as he slips between them. He lets out a low growl, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. He presses even closer, his hips now pinning you against the table.

"Touch you where?" he whispers, his free hand moving to rest on your thigh, just beneath the hem of your skirt. He toys with the fabric, his fingers tracing small patterns on your bare skin. "You'll need to be more specific, princess."

You move your hand to his, guiding him to where you want him. Carlisle’s hand stops you, a smirk playing on his lips as he sees the slight frown on your face.

"Ah-ah," he chides. "Use your words, like I said. Tell me exactly where you want my hands." He runs his thumb across your lip, watching you expectantly, waiting for your response.

You shiver at his cold skin against you, “Doctor,” you whine out. A low chuckle escapes Cullen’s lips as he sees you shiver under his touch. He brushes his thumb across your lip again, the coldness a stark contrast to your own heat.

“Tell me, princess,” he whispers huskily, his voice like silk. “Where do you want my hands? You’ve been fantasizing about them for all these weeks, haven’t you? Now’s your chance to tell me exactly where you want me to touch you. Be specific.”

“I want you to,” you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment. “Touch me, here, between my legs..” you murmur, motioning to your spread thighs. Dr. Cullen's eyes gleam with a mixture of satisfaction and arousal as he hears your whispered request. He moves his hand, which had been on your chin, to your hip, his fingers digging into your skin slightly.

“Is that so?” he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. “And how long have you been imagining my hands on you there?” he asks, his hand slowly inching up your thigh, the coldness of his touch in stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body.

You gasp, forehead pressing against his shoulder as you shudder. Cullen lets out a low chuckle, enjoying the way you instinctively bury your face into his shoulder. His hand continues to move up your thigh, the coldness of his touch sending another shiver down your spine.

He brings his free hand up to run through your hair, his fingers tangling in the locks. "You're so sensitive, princess. Is that because you've been thinking about this for a long time, hmm?" he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.

“Yes..” you choke out, feeling his hands part your legs further. A low growl rumbles through his chest once you confirm that you've been thinking about this for a while. He moves even closer, his hips pressing against yours, pinning you to the table.

"How often do you think about me like this?" he murmurs, his hand finally reaching the bare flesh of your inner thigh. He lets his fingers dance over your skin, the coolness of his touch sending sensations through your body. "Every day? Every night?" you moan softly, pulling his hand to your soaked panties.

“Please… stop teasing me..” you whine, desperate for his touch.

Cullen grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dim light as he finally slipped his fingers into your panties. The coldness of his skin sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making your core tighten around his touch. His longer pointer finger found your clit with unerring precision, teasing it in a slow, maddening circle.

"You're so desperate for me," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His voice was a seductive purr that seemed to echo through your very soul.

"Do you dream about this, my little patient?" he murmured, pressing down slightly, making you gasp. "Do you lie in bed at night, touching yourself and imagining it's me bringing you pleasure?" His touch grew more insistent, his voice a dark caress that only served to fuel your desire.

You whine, the embarrassment and arousal mixing in a potent cocktail that makes your voice tremble. Cullen's smirk widens, the sound of your need making his own desire spike. "There's no need to be shy now," he whispers, his voice a dark promise. "You've been so eager for this, haven't you?"

With a sudden, firm movement, he slides a finger into you, the coldness of his digit making you gasp. He moves it in and out with deliberate slowness, watching the way your body reacts to his touch.

His thumb remains on your clit, swirling in a relentless pattern that sends waves of pleasure crashing through you. You can feel yourself growing wetter with each stroke, your body betraying just how much you crave his attention.

"Tell me," he murmurs, his voice a dark rumble that sends vibrations through your core. "How long have you dreamed of this moment?" His finger moves deeper, stretching you slightly, his eyes locked on yours, watching every flicker of emotion cross your face. "How long have you wanted me to do this to you?"

Your breath hitches as you struggle to answer, the sensation of his finger inside you making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. "Ever since my first visit," you stutter, your cheeks burning.

Cullen's smile turns predatory as he feels you clench around his finger. "Well," he says, his voice low and seductive, "today, all your dreams come true."

He adds a second finger, the coldness now a familiar and welcome sensation. He starts to pump them in and out of you, his thumb never leaving your clit, keeping the pressure constant.

You moan, unable to stop yourself from arching into his touch, your body begging for more. "More," you murmur, the word barely audible. "Please."

Dr. Cullen chuckles, the sound dark and triumphant. "As you wish, my eager patient," he says, his eyes dark with lust. He quickens the pace, the coldness of his touch making you shiver with pleasure. His thumb presses harder on your clit, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

As your need grew more urgent, Cullen added another finger, stretching you further as you clenched around him. The sudden fullness made you gasp, and you bit down hard on the fabric of his white coat to muffle the moan that threatened to escape your lips. The material was stiff and cold, but it only served to heighten the warmth and pressure building within you.

Each stroke of his fingers sent a new wave of pleasure crashing over you, the chilly touch of his skin against your heated flesh making you tremble with anticipation. Your eyes squeezed shut, and your nails dug into the material of his coat, leaving tiny marks of desperation as your orgasm began to coil tightly in your core.

The sound of his fingers moving within you filled the room, a slick, intimate symphony that seemed to resonate with the thud of your racing heart. The tension grew, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as you approached the precipice.

The coldness of his touch was a stark contrast to the burning heat of your arousal, and you found yourself craving more of him, his mouth, his teeth, his tongue.

You could feel yourself getting closer, your body tightening like a bowstring drawn taut, ready to snap at any moment. Carlisle watched you, his eyes dark with lust, his own breathing growing heavier as he pushed you further and further towards the edge.

Your body shudders as the orgasm crashes over you, a keening cry escaping your throat despite your efforts to muffle it. Cullen's eyes bore into yours, his own desire clear as he watches you fall apart under his skilled touch.

His fingers continue to pump into you, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until you're left panting and boneless against the exam table. He withdraws his hand, the loss of his cold digits making you whimper.

He smirks, bringing his hand to his mouth and sucking on his fingers, tasting you, his eyes never leaving yours. The sound of his satisfaction echoes in the room, making your cheeks burn even hotter.

The smugness in his gaze tells you that he's fully aware of the effect he's had, and the thrill of being so thoroughly exposed and dominated by him sends another shiver down your spine. You bite your lip, your eyes never leaving his, as you silently beg for more.

Dr. Cullen chuckles again at the sight of you, completely spent and utterly under his control. He takes a step back, admiring your flushed, disheveled appearance. “You're quite the picture, princess,” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry.

He moves to the sink and washes his hands, his eyes never leaving yours. Once finished, he turns back to you, his gaze dark with unfulfilled desire. “You know, I should reprimand you for all those fake ailments you've been coming in for,” he says, his voice deceptively casual

You cover your flushed cheeks with your hands, breathing heavy as you try to collect yourself. Cullen smirks as he watches you struggle to compose yourself. He moves back towards you, his footsteps slow and measured. He stops right in front of you, his broad frame towering over your seated figure.

"Embarrassed, are you?" he asks, his voice a low, amused purr. He reaches out, taking one of your wrists in his hand, slowly dragging it away from your face.

“You’re such a tease,” you whine, looking up at him, eyes still full of desire for him. Carlisle’s smirk widens as he hears the complaint in your voice. He releases your wrist, bringing his hand up to cup your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

"Who, me? A tease?" he asks, his voice dripping with a mix of feigned innocence and mockery. "I'm just doing my job as a doctor, princess. It's my duty to care for my patients," he says, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

You push your tongue out, licking the tip of his thumb with newfound confidence. “But what about you Doctor?” your hands go to his belt buckle, fingers brushing over his concealed erection.

Cullen's eyes darken as he feels your tongue against his thumb. A sharp intake of breath escapes him as your fingers brush against his erection, the feeling stirring an immediate response.

"What about me, princess?" he asks, his voice gruff and huskier than before. He watches you closely, his eyes locked on your face as you toy with his buckle.

“Who will take care of you?” you unbuckle his belt, gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes, full of lust. Carlisle’s hands clench into fists as you unbuckle his belt, his restraint faltering slightly as you gaze up at him with that look in your eyes.

He lets out a low, possessive growl, his body tensing as he struggles to maintain a semblance of composure. "You want to take care of me, princess?" he asks, his voice lower and more gravelly now. "Is that what you're offering?"

You nod eagerly, fingers fumbling with the zipper and button of his slacks. Slipping the pants away, you press your hand against his length through his boxers. Doctor Cullen’s eyes flash with desire as your hand presses against his length through the thin fabric of his boxers. He lets out a stifled groan, his hips involuntarily bucking against your touch.

"Eager, aren't you?" he mutters, his voice a deep rumble. He places a hand on your shoulder, half to steady himself, half to push you away. "You're playing a dangerous game, princess."

You free his erection from his boxers, your hand wrapping around his length. You lean in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to the tip of his erection, feeling it twitch against your lips. Carlisle's grip on your shoulder tightens as you begin to suck, his hips jerking slightly as you take him into your warm, eager mouth.

His cock is hard and pulsing, the head slick with pre-cum that you greedily lick away. His hand slides into your hair, guiding you as you bob your head up and down his shaft, your cheeks hollowing with each suck. The room is filled with the sounds of your muffled moans and his stifled groans as you work to satisfy his desire.

The taste of him is intoxicating, making you want more. You let your tongue dance around the sensitive ridge, feeling him throb against your tongue. His other hand comes up to the back of your head, his grip growing firmer, his hips beginning to thrust in time with your movements. You moan around his length, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him.

His eyes are closed, his head thrown back, and his chest heaves with each ragged breath. You can feel his need for release growing, his body tightening with every stroke of your tongue. You suck harder, taking him deeper, eager to bring him to climax.

The power you have over him is exhilarating, and you revel in it, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His hand in your hair tightens, his grip almost painful, but you don't care. All you want is to feel him come apart under your ministrations, to hear him cry out in pleasure.

Cullen groans, his body shuddering as your eager mouth works on him, his hand finding its way to the strands of your hair. He takes a fistful, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply, your scent mingling with the musk of arousal filling the room. He savors the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock.

His grip on your hair tightens, guiding you with a gentle but firm rhythm that matches the pulse of your own desire. Each time you take him deep, he lets out a soft hiss, his hips rocking slightly to meet your movements. His other hand rests on the counter, knuckles white with restrained need.

The sound of your moans, muffled by his length, echoes in the room, a symphony of pleasure that drives him wild. His control is slipping, his breathing becoming ragged as you work your magic, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him back in, deeper and deeper with every stroke.

The anticipation of his release builds, his entire body coiled like a spring ready to snap. The coldness of his touch has given way to the heat of passion, his restrained demeanor now a distant memory. The clinical setting is forgotten, replaced by the primal dance of desire that plays out between you.

You can feel him growing closer, his thighs tense and his breathing erratic. You know what he needs, what you've been longing to give him, and you push harder, faster, determined to bring him to the brink and watch him fall.

Cullen's eyes fly open, his gaze piercing yours as he feels the first pulse of his climax. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his hips bucking into your mouth as he releases. You swallow eagerly, your eyes never leaving his as he cums, the salty tang of his release coating your tongue.

His hand in your hair tightens, almost painfully, as he holds you in place, his entire body trembling with the force of his orgasm. You watch, mesmerized, as his features contort with pleasure, his jaw clenched and eyes squeezed shut. He lets out a series of deep, shuddering breaths, his chest heaving as he slowly regains his composure.

His hand releases your hair, moving to cradle the back of your head, his touch now gentle as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through him. He opens his eyes, the intensity in them not diminished, and looks down at you with a mix of satisfaction and hunger.

"Good girl," he whispers, his voice hoarse. You sit back, licking your lips clean, feeling a sense of pride at having brought him to this point.

He leans down, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. A possessive, satisfied smile plays on his lips. “You're quite the naughty little patient, aren't you?” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. “Taking advantage of my good nature like that.”

He releases your chin, his hand moving to your hair, running his fingers through the strands. He tugs lightly, just hard enough to get your attention. “But I must admit, I rather enjoyed it,” he adds, his gaze dark with restrained desire.

“Then maybe I should keep my habit of coming here so frequently,” you bite your lip, gazing up at him seductively.

"You do seem to have a habit of finding yourself in my clinic quite often, princess." Cullen’s gaze darkens at your seductive bite of your lip. "And I do have a duty to ensure my patients are well taken care of..." he says, his voice a low, promising rumble.

He steps closer, his body now pressed against yours, his height towering over you. He leans down, his lips near your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Maybe I should start charging extra for private appointments,” he murmurs.

You shiver at his words, hands reaching out to grasp his sides, your fingers digging into his cold skin. Dr. Cullen lets out a low, amused hum at your shiver, the feel of your fingers digging into his skin sending a jolt through him. "Someone's eager," he mutters, his hand sliding to the small of your back, pulling you even closer against him.

His other hand comes up, his thumb tracing the contour of your chin. He tilts your head up, his gaze a mixture of desire and possessive claiming. "You certainly know how to get my attention, princess," he murmurs, his voice a deep growl.

You slide your hands up his shirt, fingers dancing over his tense muscles. “Doctor..” you murmur. Cullen lets out a low hiss as your hands skim over his bare skin. Your touch seems to electrify him, his body tensing even more beneath your touch.

"Yes, princess?" he responds, his voice rougher than before. He leans down, his lips hovering over your ear. "What is it that you want?" he asks, his warm breath sending another shiver through you.

“I want..” you bury your face into his stomach, breathing in his musk mixed with his cologne. “Your hand wasn't enough… I need more of you..” your voice is needy and desperate as you gaze up at him, chin pressed against his firm abs.

Carlisle’s breath hitches at your admission, the mix of desperation and need in your voice firing up his own primal instincts. His hand at the small of your back grips tighter, his body tensing as he struggles to keep control.

"You want more, huh?" he mutters, his voice thick with desire. He releases his grip on your chin, his hand moving to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. "You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?" he growls.

“Please doctor?” the pads of your fingers dig into his back. Cullen lets out a low, possessive growl as you dig your fingers into his back. The pleading tone of your voice, the desperation in your touch, only serves to fuel his own need.

"You beg so prettily, princess," he mutters, his voice a deep rumble. "How can I resist when you ask so nicely?" He leans down, his lips hovering over yours, his breath warm on your skin. "But you must be specific, sweetheart. You need to tell me exactly what it is you want.“

“I want you to fuck me, please..” you gasp, lips parting for him. Carlisle’s eyes darken at your blunt request, a sharp intake of breath escaping him. He closes the small gap between you, his lips capturing yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. His tongue pushes into your mouth, delving and tasting, his hand at the back of your head holding you in place.

He pulls back from the kiss, his lips hovering millimeters from yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're insatiable, you know that?" he mutters, his free hand sliding down your body to grasp your hip. "How am I supposed to deny such a pretty request?"

With a low growl of approval, Cullen's hands guide you to the edge of the exam table, your legs shaking with anticipation. He bends you over, the cold steel pressing into your abdomen as he pulls your panties down, exposing your trembling thighs.

You feel his erection, hot and demanding, as he lines himself up with your slick entrance, the tip of his cock pressing into your wetness. His hand firmly grips your hip, his fingers digging into your skin as he adjusts his position, the sound of his zipper echoing in the small room.

You gasp as he enters you, inch by inch, filling you completely, the sensation of his cold skin against your heated flesh sending waves of pleasure through your body. His other hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to cut off your air, but enough to remind you of his dominance, his control over your body and your desires.

He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into you, the force making you cry out. His grip tightens, his hips setting a punishing rhythm that has you seeing stars. Each thrust sends a jolt of cold fire through you, the stark contrast of his frigid skin against your burning need only serving to heighten your pleasure.

The room is filled with the sounds of your muffled whimpers and his deep, satisfied grunts as he claims you, his sharp canines grazing your shoulder as he marks you, his patient.

As your moans grew louder, Cullen's hand left your hip and covered your mouth, his thumb pressing against your lower lip as his other fingers dug into your cheek. He was relentless, his hips moving with a precision that spoke of his experience and his unyielding need to bring you to the brink of ecstasy.

Each thrust hit the spot deep inside you that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, and you could feel yourself growing wetter, your walls clenching around him with every stroke. The muffled sounds of your cries were only for his ears, a secret symphony of passion that played out in the quiet of the exam room.

His own breaths grew harsher, his movements more erratic, as he felt your body tense beneath him, his name a silent scream against his palm. The heat of your arousal mixed with the coldness of his hand on your mouth was a delicious torment, your eyes rolling back in your head as he claimed you, his possession complete.

The world outside the room ceased to exist, and all that remained was the frantic dance of your bodies, the cold steel of his touch, and the warm, velvety embrace of his cock filling you over and over again. You felt your climax building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to shatter you, your body begging for release.

"Not yet, princess," Cullen whispers, his voice hoarse and urgent against your ear, his movements unrelenting. His cold hand slides from your mouth to your neck, his grip firm as he feels your body begin to tighten around him, the warmth of your passion meeting the chill of his touch.

His strokes become deeper, more deliberate, as he watches your face contort with the beginnings of your climax. You try to hold back, your eyes squeezed shut, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip to muffle your cries. Each thrust sends a fresh wave of cold fire through you, making your toes curl and your nails dig into the edge of the exam table.

"I’ll let you know when to cum for me," he commands, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine. His hand on your hip guides your hips back to meet his, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more demanding. You can feel the swell of his cock inside you, the pressure building, the coldness of his skin against your hot, wet flesh.

Your eyes fly open, and you stare at the wall, panting, as he continues to fuck you with a masterful precision that has you teetering on the edge of oblivion. Your body is his to command, your pleasure his to give and withhold.

And as much as you want to cum, to shatter beneath his touch, you know that you won't until he says so. The anticipation is agonizing, a sweet torture that only makes the eventual release all the more potent.

You whimper, your body begging for relief, but Cullen's grip tightens, his movements unyielding. "Soon," he murmurs, his breath hot against your neck. "But not yet. I want to feel you clench around me, tight and desperate, begging for it." His voice is a dark promise, a siren's call that you can't resist.

You push back against him, your body moving in time with his rhythm, the cold steel of his hand on your neck a stark contrast to the warmth building in your core. The tension is unbearable, a coil winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

You're so close, so very close, but he won't let you go over the edge. Not yet. Not until he's ready. And in that moment, you realize just how much you crave his control, his dominance over your very being. It's a heady feeling, one that makes you want to both fight against him and surrender completely to his will.

You gasp out his name, a plea and a curse all rolled into one, your voice echoing in the small, intimate space. His response is a feral growl, his hips slamming into you with renewed vigor, his hand on your neck pressing a little harder, his thumb stroking the pulse point beneath your jaw.

You're so close, so incredibly close, and you know that when he finally lets you go, when he allows you to come, it's going to be like nothing you've ever felt before. The coldness of his touch, the heat of his desire, the raw power of his control all coalesce into a storm of sensation that threatens to consume you. And you can't wait.

“You can let go now.” he growls into your ear. With a final, powerful thrust, Cullen's hand clamps down hard over your mouth, muffling your scream of pleasure as your body finally gives in to the climax that had been building for what felt like an eternity.

The pressure of his hand, the coldness of his skin against your flushed cheek, only heightens the sensation, making your orgasm feel like it's shattering you into a million pieces. Your eyes squeeze shut as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you, your legs trembling and your core clenching around him, desperately trying to hold on to the feeling.

His own release follows swiftly, his hips jerking as he buries himself to the hilt, filling you completely with his seed. His grip on your neck tightens, his breath hot against your ear, as he rides out his climax with a deep, guttural groan. The room seems to spin around you, the only solid point the cold steel of his hand, grounding you in the midst of the tumultuous storm of sensation.

As your body starts to come down from the high, you feel him pull out slowly, his grip on you loosening, his breathing still ragged. He takes a step back, his eyes never leaving yours, his expression a mix of satisfaction and something else, something primal and possessive.

You collapse onto the exam table, boneless and spent, the coldness of the room now a stark contrast to the heat that still pulses through your veins. He reaches down to pull your panties back up, his movements surprisingly gentle given the ferocity of his earlier actions.

The cold fabric against your sensitive skin sends a shiver through you, a final reminder of the intensity of what just transpired. You can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of when you'll get to feel his cold touch again, eager to play out this twisted game of cat and mouse once more.

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Suns in a Black Sea

Ateez Ot8 x Reader

Chapter 2: Wooyoung

I will have the masterlist for this series posted soon!

My office ended up being located in the same restricted area the patients are held in, with the medical bay housed nearby. After being debriefed over expectations and rules associated with working with them, I was given an official schedule for each patient. My job included conducting observatory notes daily while performing more in-depth check-ups twice a day. The eight of them were split into groups of two for this, the same day every week, the same pair on each designated day.

Monday – 9573 & 2641

Tuesday – 9038 & 7753

Wednesday – 6438 & 1431

Thursday – 9485 & 1941

I mentally reminded myself which ones were found in which hall, grabbing a sheet of paper and writing it down to better visualize it as I worked through my schedule. I had been informed that Dr. Park took care of today’s general workups and would leave his report on my desk, while General Baek and James showed me around. I found the document on my desk upon my return. Picking it up, it was rather mundane, the only provided information being the room temperature and humidity, recorded time, date, patient ID, patient body condition, mentation, and a small notes section delineating any other issues/conditions that should be noted or addressed at the next follow-up. At the very bottom of the page was the doctor’s signature, Dr. Park’s decorating the line in elegant scrawl.

Don’t doctors usually have terrible handwriting?

Huffing out a breath, I set aside the files. Aliens.

I could hardly keep the word from bouncing around in my head. Of all the things I had managed to conjure up last night, I had to admit aliens weren’t on the exhaustive list. If I could even refer to them as such. Of the few I’d seen they all looked relatively human. A little unusual hair coloring and super hearing, the latter of which was about the only thing that, as far as I knew, humans weren’t capable of. I pinched the bridge of my nose, stuck between my intrigue and wanting to get started right away. Did I make the right decision by choosing to join this team? I was beyond out of my element. Human medicine was one thing. Undertaking a completely new species not even of this planet we resided in felt like I was biting off more than I could chew. A quiet knock filled the silent room, my eyes lifting just as the door opened and a familiar head of brown hair poked in.

“Jim- err…”

“You can call me Star.”

“Star…”

“Is it weird?” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

“No. I was just thinking it was sort of appropriate. For a couple of reasons.” I laughed, standing to meet him. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh.” He jolted as if remembering he was here for a reason, stepping inside. “I came to bring you your credentials. Apart from me and the General, I’m not sure who all has access back here so I volunteered to bring them to you.”

“That’s nice of you.”

I took the ID badge and keycard from him, reading the random set of numbers scribbled onto a sticky note attached to them.

“That’s your pin. You’ll need it to get in here and my lab.”

“Gotcha. I’ll hang onto this for a bit then.” I waved the sticky note to indicate I meant the code lest I lose it and forget the numbers.

I turned back to my desk, slipping my keycard into the wallet I kept on the back of my phone and hung my ID over my neck.

“Uhm… would you like to grab dinner together? Consider it my treat as a welcome to the team and I can answer any questions you may still have.”

I masked my smile by turning my head from Jimin, biting my lip to stifle it before looking back at him.

“I’d like that. Let me get my stuff and we can walk out together.”

“No rush! I’ve got a few things I need to grab back at the lab. I’ll meet you at the elevator.”

I nodded, covering my mouth when his hurried exit caused him to bump into the edge of the door. He apologized, laughing nervously and quickly exiting. He was cute in a shy, nerdy kind of way. Very much my type if I were being honest with myself. This was hardly the place to be caught catching feelings for one of my coworkers though. Brushing it off, I grabbed my purse and phone, double checking I had my office key before leaving. The hall outside was lowly illuminated, the lights being on a 24-hour timer set to brighten and dim according to the hour. It wasn’t a feature I was unaccustomed to. Working in Ian’s lab, we kept a lot of our patients on the same time schedule. It managed their biological clock without having the outside elements to do so for them.

Walking down the hall, I made a mental reminder for myself to bring a spare set of tennis shoes with me tomorrow. There was no way I was going to last on these heels five days out of the week, especially if I was going to be walking as much as it seemed like I would. A sharp bang startled me, my heels causing me to stumble a couple of steps before righting myself as my wide eyes turned towards the bay door leading to the left hall. The two guards stationed out front quickly scanned their card, inputting the code and ducking inside to check. I surveyed the inside before the doors closed, checking for myself to see what happened. Nothing seemed out of place as the guards approached one of the patient wards. A bit unsettled, I turned to the other two guards stationed within this ward.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing to be worried over, doctor. 1431 usually throws his tantrums around this time.”

“Tantrums?” I echoed, looking back over my shoulder towards the closed doors.

“He’s one of the unruly ones. Not exactly happy about being here, I would assume.”

“So, this is a nightly occurrence?”

The other one shrugged. “Most of the time. Enough so that we tend to get worried when we don’t hear it.”

I hummed, a part of me curious as to which patient it was specifically, considering I didn’t have much else to go off of at this point other than a patient ID. A number, but no face.

“And the others? Any habits or ‘tantrums’ I should be made aware of prior to working with them directly?”

“2641 can be volatile sometimes as well, though he seems to like Star well enough.”

“And 9573 appears to have issues with authority.”

The more I was learning about these beings, the more I yearned to understand them. The thought of it not as daunting as I came to the realization that I wasn’t the only one eager to know more about these creatures. Nor was I the only one completely in the dark when it came to them. If anything, I was about to have a front row seat to uncovering their secrets. The noises beyond the door silenced, replaced with the muffled beeping of someone inputting their code into the bay entrance. The smile that unknowingly made its way onto my lips was genuine, Jimin’s curious gaze flitting between me and the two guards as he entered.

“I uhm- was waiting by the elevator, but felt like it was taking a while, so I thought I’d make sure everything was okay.”

“Yes. Everything is fine! I’m sorry, I was on my way out and ended up distracted.”

His brown eyes swept the area, lingering on the noticeably vacant spot where two guards would otherwise normally be stationed.

“1431 again?”

Jimin didn’t need me to confirm. He gave me a half-hearted smile before taking a deep breath.

“That one’s always been a handful.”

“You’re not the first person to say that.” I grinned wryly, adjusting the purse over my shoulder while walking over to him.

“Probably won’t be the last either.” He chuckled, pressing the button to exit. “I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough.”

“You can tell me what I should expect over dinner.”

I half expected Jimin’s dinner offer to be somewhere I’d usually have reserved for special occasions, a place whose cheapest dish would still send my monthly budget in the tank, but I was pleasantly surprised when we pulled up at a ramen shop. The atmosphere inside was laid back, the décor simple, but comforting. Easily a restaurant I might have passed by on the street and stopped in for the vibes. I could tell Jimin was nothing short of a regular as we took our seats and an older woman emerged from the back to greet him enthusiastically.

“It’s been a while! We’ve missed you around here.” She exclaimed, positively beaming at the young man while filling our glasses. “You look so thin! I told you to make sure you’re taking care of yourself with as much as you work.”

Jimin took her scolding good-naturedly, nodding in agreement as she ranted.

“You know how busy I am when starting new projects. I’ll be sure to come in more often though now that I have help.” He smiled, looking over at me.

“Ah, it’s about time you’re paired with someone who can look after you.” She clicked her tongue, turning her friendly visage to me. “Keep a close eye on this one. He’ll never take a break unless you force him to.”

“I’ll be sure to pull him away every once in a while.” I promised her, glancing at Jimin in amusement.

“We’ll have the usual Auntie. Make sure it’s extra delicious, I’m trying to make a good impression here.” He smirked, laughing as the older woman delivered a pinch to his arm.

“There’s not a thing on my menu anyone would dare turn away.” She huffed as if offended by his words, though the sparkle in her eye as she pretended to glare at him betrayed her attempts at portrayed annoyance.

I found their banter charming. They had a kinship that took years to build and quite frankly, I was envious of it. I picked up my glass of water, masking my smile with it until Jimin turned his attention to me.

“So, how was your first day?”

“Full of information. More than I may be able to process over one night of sleep if I’m being truthful.”

“I understand that.” He chuckled under his breath, bringing his own glass to his lips. “I didn’t really believe it for myself when I was brought on either.”

I set my cup down, leaning across the table as Jimin lifted a brow at me curiously.

“Do you actually think they’re not human?”

“So, they didn’t have you do 9573 and 2641’s weekly physical then.” He grinned, shrugging. “Probably for the best, they’ve both proven to be handfuls at times.”

I hummed, remembering the ominous warnings given to me by two of the guards stationed in my area of the facility.

“While I wouldn’t necessarily say I trust any of them, 9038 is the one I feel the most comfortable around.” Jimin continued. “He’s not temperamental like the others are and he’s the only one who appears willing to communicate with any of us. He doesn’t speak, but he does listen. I’m sure that’s who General Baek will have you start with tomorrow.”

9038. I repeated the numbers in my head, visualizing the tall male with soft various shades of brown hair whose lips mouthed my given name earlier today. He fascinated me. Granted, they all did, but something about him was different. Seeing him in the flesh, the eagerness with which he displayed at the mention of my alias, he’s been waiting for me. The thought sent chills down my spine, not of fear but excitement.

“Will you be okay tomorrow?” Jimin asked, pulling me out of my daze. “If you’d like, I can accompany you during your first evaluation.”

I smiled at the concern lacing his tone. Jimin was a caring soul, one that appeared to be hard to come by in the current research facility I found myself in.

“I wouldn’t want to take you away from your work.”

“You wouldn’t be.” He denied quickly, clearing his throat. “I mean, my part of the research can’t happen without your samples. You can think of it as me coming to collect it all personally.”

My smile widened, a laugh bubbling out of me with the swelling affection I felt for him.

“In that case, I’ll take you up on your offer Dr. Park.”

The following morning, I had managed to make it to the lab bright and early. The building almost entirely empty minus the guards and security at the front gate. Luckily, I had no issues upon entry this time, and the keycard I’d been given worked for all the rooms I had been told I’d been given access to. I wish I could have blamed my early arrival on my stellar work ethic, but since dinner last with Jimin, my curiosity of the eight patients under my care made it increasingly hard to stop thinking about them, let alone sleep. I deposited all my things in my office, glad I remembered to bring a spare set of tennis shoes to change into this morning as I swapped my heels for them before snatching the first four files and clipboard off my desk.

I slipped my white coat over my shoulders as I bid good morning to the set of guards keeping watch outside both sets of halls, double checking the set of files in my hand before turning to the right hallway.

“You’re here early this morning doctor.” One of them noted, stepping aside to input his code in the door.

I recognized him as one of the men I had talked to last night. He looked tired but was still kind enough to give me a polite smile and make conversation.

“Thought I would get a jumpstart on my day. Has it been a quiet night?”

“No issues since you left. Though 9038 has been restless this morning. I think he knows you’re here for him.”

“Then it would be a good idea if I didn’t keep him waiting.” I grinned wryly, thanking him as I stepped through the threshold.

The doors slid shut behind me, lock clicking into place before leaving me in an eerily quiet hallway. It felt different being in here alone than it did with a group of people, not scary, but there was an underlying charge in the air. I brushed it off, attributing it to the fact that it was my first time being by myself around any of them. Steeling my resolve, I flicked the switches next to the doors, watching as each room lit up with each subsequent switch. I clutched my papers tightly, taking a few hesitant steps towards the closest room. I matched the patient ID on the wall beside the window to my folders.

956192641

Name: N/A

Spp.: Unknown

Height: 6’0

Age: Unknown

Sex: Male

Patient notes:

Aggressive. Does not respond well to physical handling. Not to be moved without Dr. Park present.

Well, that’s not unsettling at all. Internally, I was grateful they’d decided to let Jimin handle yesterday’s patients. Especially if he was one I potentially needed to be more cautious around. I knew I’d have to learn to work with him eventually, but I didn’t necessarily want to walk in totally blind either. I looked up from my notes, not entirely unsurprised to find a huddled figure still in bed, his thin blanket pulled up over his head, obscuring him from view. Sighing, I made a mental note to come back to him, hoping it wasn’t so early that the rest of them would be in the same state. Turning around, I didn’t know whether I should be surprised or not to see the fiery red head approaching the window like he had yesterday. He surveyed the glass as if he could burn a hole through it if he stared long enough. I changed files in hand, opening his as I walked over to him.

“6438.” I read aloud. “Good morning.”

He visibly perked up at that, his slim figure straightening at the same time a sultry smile split his lips. I roamed my eyes over him, in appreciation and intrigue. It was incredible how human-like they were. Tapping on the window brought me out of my staring, my eyes flicking back up to his as he tapped a couple more times. He stopped, bringing two of his fingers to his mouth and then pulling them away in a silent gesture for talking. I watched him with interest as he did it again, pausing for a few seconds before a frown tugged at his lips and his eyes scanned the glass before him. He tapped on it again and then repeated. Understanding dawned on me that this was his attempt at communicating with me.

“Are you asking me to talk?”

He beamed upon hearing me, his head nodding enthusiastically. I huffed a laugh, finding him oddly cute. The researcher in me went berserk knowing that he absolutely understood me despite everyone else’s reservations that they could. Sneaky, I thought, smirking. He went still, body leaning slightly toward the glass, and it took me a second to realize he was waiting on me.

“Oh. Um, how are you feeling this morning?”

He shrugged, clearly not impressed with my conversation as he tapped on the window again. I wondered why he kept doing that when I was right here, until I remembered he couldn’t see me on this side.

“I’m watching.” I informed him, earning a satisfied nod from him now that he was certain he had my attention.

He traced his finger along the glass, invisible letters decorating the window between us as he tried to write out whatever he felt I should know. I shook my head, forgetting again for a moment that he couldn’t see it.

“I’m not following.” I told him after losing track of whatever he was spelling.

Clumsily, he brought his hands together, interlocking his thumbs and stretching both his index fingers up while curling the rest of his fingers into his palms. He held up the created symbol for me to see.

“’W’?”

He nodded, clapping as a form of encouragement as he moved onto the next letter.

“’O’.” I repeated, getting that one easily.

He grinned, nodding and holding up two fingers.

“’V’?”

He waved his hands, shaking his head to let me know that’s not what he meant. He made the sign for ‘O’ again, motioning one and then moving over to sign another one before holding up two fingers again.

“Oh! Two ‘O’s. W-O-O.”

His excitement returned, big brown eyes sparkling, listening to me as I figure him out. He tilted his head, contemplating his next move before his finger touched the glass again, another finger tapping the end of it. He pointed at me and repeated the motion. Somehow, I understood he wanted me to follow his finger, and eager to keep this interaction going, I shifted my papers and clipboard to one arm before touching my fingertip to his over the glass.

“Ready.” I told him, mimicking the slow drag of his finger through the pane between us.

I recognized the letter after a couple of tries, repeating it for his confirmation and waiting for the next part.

“W-O-O-Y-O-U-N-G.” I spelled out loud, writing it on my papers as I did.

He looked proud, one hand laying over his chest while he nodded.

“Wooyoung? Is that your name?”

My excitement flared at the new information. They did have names and they could communicate with us as easily as anyone else. I bounced on my heels, part of me wishing I could run out and tell someone, maybe Jimin, but the more professional part of me reigned in that exhilaration, reminding me I had a job to do. I jot down the interaction, feeling a bit of pride that I seemed to have already made a small connection with one of them and a silent prayer that I could forge that same cooperation with the others.

“Wooyoung, thank you.” I said sincerely. “I need to finish my check-ups, but I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

He gave me a mock salute that I found cute. I wondered if he simply copied a gesture he’d seen one of the soldiers do, or if similar human practices were common for them as well. It was a fascinating thought and now that I knew I was capable of asking it and he would understand, I was looking forward to working with him one-on-one. I left him to his day, unsure really what stimulation, if any, they got in their rooms, but I stashed the idea to find some form of enrichment for them in the back of my mind as I continued down the corridor. The next room on my list was 9038, and I wasn’t all that surprised to find him already up and waiting next to his window for me.

The guard’s assumption that he was looking forward to today didn’t seem all that far off seeing him now, and I’m sure my conversation with Wooyoung had been heard by him. My footsteps weren’t all that loud, but he was tuned into them, his head snapping up on my approach as he scanned the glass between us. I felt a little bad that they could hear everything beyond their walls but were essentially kept blind as to who it was or what was happening unless that person decided to otherwise enlighten them.

“Good morning.” I repeated the same greeting I gave Wooyoung, 9038’s eyes gravitating towards the spot he thought I was, a charming smile forming on his red lips.

He bowed politely in reception and came back up though he didn’t rise to his full height. He had to duck a little in order to look out the window, not that he could see me. I appreciated his figure, in awe with how large he was. He was almost too big for this room, no doubt the top of his head was close to grazing the ceiling above him when standing straight. I looked down at my papers to find his patient profile, reviewing the limited information I already had for him.

628479038

Name: N/A

Spp.: Unknown

Height: 6’5

Age: Unknown

Sex: Male

I let out a low hum upon reading his height and another after seeing his notes section blank. I guess it was better than reading about aggressive tendencies or the like. However, the startling lack of investigative medicine performed here made the medical professional in me want to pull her hair out. Then again, I suppose that’s part of the reason I’m here. I wrote down the room settings, the standard procedure in research with live specimens to record the temperature, humidity, and any strange deviations to the data overnight. I quickly scanned the being in front of me for any obvious outward signs of discomfort or unusual behavior, saving my more thorough perusal for his physical exam that I’d be conducting later today.

“Everything looks good.” I advised him, deciding I would try to engage them more in my daily check-ups. “You’ll be my first hands-on patient today. Try to take it easy on me, alright?”

He smiled, giving me an understanding nod. Soft beeping filled the quiet hall, my head turning towards the doors at the far end as they slid open, revealing the guard I spoke with earlier and his companion.

“Forgive the interruption, doctor. We’ve been ordered to prepare patient 9038 for your examination.”

Knowing exactly what that meant, the male in front of me backed away from the window, moving to the far corner of his room before kneeling with his hands folding cleanly behind his back. The sight was a bit discouraging, though I knew it was for the safety of everyone involved, it didn’t make it any easier to witness. Rather than a patient, it made him look like some sort of criminal. Holding back my dismay, I gave a half-hearted smile to the guards.

“Okay. J- er, Star,” I corrected myself. “said he would be in attendance for the exams today, will you make sure he’s in before we start?”

“I’ll find out.”

“Thank you. I was going to pop in across the hall to meet the other patient on my list before jumping into his physical, do I have time for that?”

“Sure. We’re technically operating on your schedule doctor. We’ll make time if we have to.”

“I appreciate that.”

I cast one last look at the still-crouched figure before retreating to let the soldiers to their jobs.

“You know where to find me then.”

They nodded, waiting until I had exited, and the doors closed securely behind me to complete their task. I pulled out the two folders belonging to the patients I would have to come back to see again later as I made my way back to my office to exchange patient sheets. A nervous pit settled deep within my gut knowing this would be my first time entering the other hall and seeing those it contained. I’d be lying if I didn’t say a part of me was hesitant to go in after hearing the commotion last night. I kept the wise words of the guards in the back of my mind as I made my way back down the hall. I purposely pulled patient 7753’s file to the front since he would be the other exam I was to do today.

The security stationed outside their hallway didn’t come off as friendly as the other two I spoke with last night. They didn’t really acknowledge me except to bid me entry. Not taking it to heart, I thanked them anyway as I slipped inside. It was dark, just the like other hall had been until I flicked the light switches, illuminating each room. I steadied the pounding of my heart, focusing on keeping my breathing under control and my steps confident as I approached the first window. I checked the patient number again, repeating them in my head like a mantra as I looked to match it to the sign posted on the wall of the room, but they didn’t match.

I had planned to move on rather quickly lest I kept 9038 or Jimin waiting for me in the medical bay, but I was stopped short upon seeing the figure looming so close to the edge of the glass. My heart jumped into my throat with how close he was despite knowing there was a barrier between us. Especially when taking in how his height rivaled 9038’s.

The reassurance that they weren’t able to see through the glass probably didn’t ease my nerves as much as General Baek intended. The man, err, creature? I honestly didn’t know how to refer to the being on the other side of the glass. He certainly looked like a man. The tall build, wide shoulders, thick arms and thighs, slim waist. The kind of man many men would be envious of physically. I trailed my eyes up, appreciating the chiseled jaw, full lips, shapely nose, my perusal cut short when I reached his eyes. His gaze was directed right at me. His eyes piercing me as if he knew I was here. They were dark, I could see the black bottomless pits from here and they never wavered despite not being able to see me. Swallowing hard, I forced myself to break away, my eyes dropping to the clipboard in my hands.

That was a little unsettling.

Focusing back on what I was here to do in the first place, I deviated from my original plan a little, letting my curiosity get the better of me as I sorted through the identification numbers on my papers to match with the one posted outside his door.

817941941

Name: N/A

Spp.: Unknown

Height: 6’4

Age: Unknown

Sex: Male

Scanning the rest of the document, I was, once again, taken aback to find the rest of the information lacking. Everything was blank apart from a small section claiming that they believed he was capable of understanding basic English commands, but doesn’t speak, English or otherwise. Realizing I would have my work cut out for me, if this was how all their records would look, I huffed lifting my gaze back to the individual inside only to jump away from the window. His large form had moved closer, nearly filling the window in its entirety with his head ducked down as if he had been reviewing the papers much like I was. His blonde locks that faded to a bright orange at the tips hung over his eyes as he lifted them back to mine, making them seem so much darker.

My brows furrowed in confusion. He stared right at me, like he knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was standing right in front of him on the other side of the wall, but the glass between us was one-way. Right? I didn’t think General Baek would have lied about that. Hesitantly, I raised my hand grasping the clipboard, holding it out to my right. Without missing a beat, his eyes flicked to the action, lingering briefly on what I was doing before flitting back to mine. He watched me warily, almost like he was trying to figure me out instead of the other way around.

“He can see me?” I murmured under my breath, letting my arm fall back down.

Completely baffled by the creature in front of me, I took a slow step forward. He looked down at me, not even blinking as I raised my other hand this time. Choking back my nerves, I reached for the glass, placing my palm against the cool mirror. The movement caught his attention again, black irises staring at my hand where it lay, tracing the lines along my palm and the length of my fingers. I watched as he looked down at his own hand, almost as if he didn’t recognize it. He flexed his fingers, clenching them into a fist before opening them. The tips of his fingers were black along with his nails. It made them look as if he had dipped them in grease and hadn’t bothered washing it off. He glanced up where my hand, still pressed to the glass, again gaze momentarily curious. I held my breath as he raised his hand, his palm meeting mine over the mirror.

A burst of awe spread through my chest, an unconscious smile forming over my lips as I huffed out a laugh. There was no doubt that he could see me now. He could see me and actively engaged with me. Lost in amazement, I didn’t notice that his attention had returned to me. Dark eyes taking in my expression lost in wonder. In response, he thrummed his fingers against the glass, black fingertips tapping over mine. Completely enamored, I made to return the gesture.

“Dr. Aurora.”

The call of my alias startled me. I jumped away from the glass again, my clipboard slipping through my fingers to clatter onto the tile under me. Flustered, I scrambled to pick it up, clutching it to my chest tightly as I straightened to meet General Baek’s intimidating stature.

“Yes, sorry General, you snuck up on me.”

His eyes wandered between me and patient 1941 suspiciously before finally settling on me.

“I noticed. It would be in your best interest to remain vigilant while you’re here doctor. Especially when dealing with them.” He tilted his head in the direction of the glass.

“Duly noted.” I responded, adjusting the clipboard and papers in my hand. “Was there something I could do for you, General?”

“Your first scheduled physical is ready for you in the medical bay. I’m here to escort you.”

“Right.” I mumbled flipping through my notes. “Patient 9038?” I confirmed, though I was well aware who I was examining.

“Correct. We figured he’d be a good introduction to the rest of them for you. Follow me please.”

He turned and began walking without sparing me a second glance. Brushing off his curt nature, I quickly looked back towards the room next to me. 1941 had returned to the far side of his small quarters. Eyes watching me closely as I lingered for half a second before quickly following the General. His sharp gaze remained on me until I was out of sight. Once he could no longer see, or hear me, he let his dark irises drop back to his hand where he held it out, fingers still spread wide as if it were still touching mine through the glass.

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