sweet creature || Wes (dollface)

part eight

Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (penetrive sex, unprotected sex/creampie, praise, loss of virginity (reader), oral (fem), semi-public sex, fingering), dom!Wes, sub!reader, age gap relationship (15 years. Reader is 25, Wes is 40), verbal argument

Summary: An argument between Reader and Wes changes their relationship.

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It had been a rough day. It felt like everything that could go wrong, went wrong... For the people, I should say. Any animal that stepped into the clinic for vet care today, left alive and perfectly healthy. The people, on the other hand, were all in a terrible mood. It seemed as if anything anyone said was taken the wrong way or out of context.

The kiss between Wes and I was over a week ago, almost two if I'm being honest. Part of me wondered if that added to Wes' mood. Because ever since the kiss, we've only really ever said all of 5 words to each other, other than work matters of course. I hoped he didn't regret it. I did at first, but after I thought about it I was happy it happened.

It was the end of the day, the last person was here to pick up his dog, and Wes was pissed. He was pissed at me for no good reason too. Usually he trusts me enough to do the 'whole give the animal back to the owner and tell them how things went' thing. But today, right now specifically, he was cutting me off. Then again, I felt like I was being swarmed by the guy picking up his pug, Rupert.

"His nose will need a few days to heal so.. He'll be in pain for a few days," I spoke, my words trailing off the more I spoke. The owner looked down at me, a smug smirk on his lips the longer he looked at me. He was looking at me like I was some sort of prey. I didn't like the way this guy did it... I only enjoyed it when it happened from Wes. So I glanced at him, and he glanced back at me. It wasn't a signal or anything. It was just me looking at my boss. "Rupert has som-"

"Rupert will be on pain killers for the next couple of days while he's healing. He'll experience some pain, but he'll be okay," Wes cut me off. I looked at him with an irritated expression on my face. He looked over at me with a look in his eye. I rolled my eyes before looking back at the owner.

He did see it as a signal for help... Fuck. Maybe it was a signal and I didn't realize it... Maybe my subconscious was doing me a favor.

"So please if you-"

"If you need help or have any questions, don't hesitate to give us a call. You have our number," Wes cut me off again. I clenched my jaw as I looked right at the owner.

"Do you have anything you want to include, Missy?" He asked as he looked right back at me. I stared at him, feeling my face get hot with embarrassment.

"I do not. I hope you have a great rest of the night and Rupert has a fast recovery," I said with a fake smile and slight nod. The owner looked between me and Wes before carrying his pet out of the clinic.

"My office, now," Wes ordered. I rolled my eyes and took the lead, walking away from the waiting room. Wes stayed behind for a moment before catching up to me a lot quicker than I expected.

"I could have handled that, you know," I spat at Wes as we walked back towards his office. It was just the two of us left in the clinic at this point. Everyone else had left while Wes and I were helping Rupert or talking to his owner.

"Will you stop arguing with me! I did you a favor!"

"Favor my ass! You fucking embarassed me! Not just with this guy! But all fucking day!" I shouted as I looked up at him. Wes looked back down at me, his jaw tensing and his stare becoming cold. With a tight grip around my forearm, he pulled me into an exam room, quickly locking the door behind him. I stared up at him as he pushed me against the door and then began pacing back and forth in front of me.