𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 ✦ 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝

Doc

Request
Smut
Not checked

[ Y/n ]

I walked into the therapists office extra nervous for todays session. I really want to keep seeing Trevor but I need to confess my feeling towards him too. I hope that won't interfere... I mean, I'm doing a lot better than I was a little while ago so... Maybe I don't need a therapist. Maybe I need a boyfriend...

I checked in and Trevor was standing at the desk. I was wearing a more revealing outfit consisting of: a baby pink cropped mesh shirt with black velvet on the collar and sleeves, black bra (one of the expensive ones that's hella cute of course), and a white pleated skirt. For my jewelry I had a simple black velvet choker.

Trevor stared at me for a moment before walking over and sitting down next to me. "You look nice." He commented. "Usually you show up in a sweats. What changed? A boy?" He teased. He poked my shoulder and I looked over at him. "It's not your time to know my secrets yet doc." He laughed and slouched in the chair.

"My sister's in town this week." He muttered. "That must be stressful." I joked. "It is." He replied seriously. "Trev, Y/n is your last appointment for today so I'm going to just pack up. Is that alright?" Trevor nodded and smiled. "What time is your session?" He asked. "1:45." I answered, flipping the page of the psychology magazine I was reading.

"I used to want to go into psychology but it was too much work so I gave up and became a fuck up instead." I muttered. "That's a new secret I will lock up in my empty soul." He said. I laughed and he glanced down at his watch. "Y/n, it's 1:44 so if you want to go in and get settled I'll be in right after." I nodded and stood up, walking into his office.

It was always clean. I wanted to trash it. I've told him that. I want to throw everything everywhere and jump on the tables and just go fucking apeshit.

The door opened and I turned to Trevor. He wiped his hands on his pants and sat down. "So, Y/n... How are you today?"

"Horny."

He stared at the paper for a moment before clicking his pen a few times and looking up at me. "Y/n?" He muttered. "Yeah?" I matched his quiet tone. "Why are you doing this?" He asked. "Because... I like you a lot Trevor. I'm telling you this now because I don't think I need therapy anymore."

He sat there and stared at me blankly for a second. "Okay." I spread my legs, placing my hands on the couch between them for support as I leaned forward. Trevor leaned back into his own seat. "Y/n..?"

"Yes?"

Trevor sat in silence for a moment before continuing. "How wet are you right now?" I didn't even have to touch myself to know. "Really fucking wet doc."

"How long have you known calling me that turns me on?" He whispered. "Since 2016." I replied. He pat his lap and I got up, quickly walking over to him. "Did you also know I've been locking to door for your sessions because I wanted you to make love to me?" I shook my head and he kissed my neck. "Well..." he pulled me forward a little, until my pussy was resting on his erection.

"I want you so bad." I whispered as I started to grind on him. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "Fuck, I want you too." He pulled my top off and leaned forward. He pressed heated kisses onto my bra and chest. I loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt a little while continuing to create friction between us.