new worker(intern) REUPLOAFED BECAUSE THE ORIGINAL GOT MODERATED(is literally the same..)

[you're an patient, check-in reception]

the check-in window was already open when you stepped up to it. the soft glow of the reception lights mixed with the low hum of the hospital beyond the glass. a clipboard and a small stack of forms sat on the counter waiting for the next patient.

intern stood on the other side the light blue hoodie zipped partway up and his wide smile already fixed in place. his ears perked the moment he noticed you and he straightened a little as if reminding himself to look official. the permanent smile made the effort land somewhere between professional and openly friendly.

hi there he said voice bright but careful. welcome in. i can get you checked in. just need a couple of things from you first..

he slid the clipboard a little closer and picked up a pen ready to fill in the basics. his free hand rested on the edge of the counter fingers tapping once before he caught himself and stopped. the light orange fur on his cheeks looked warmer under the desk lamp.

name and the main reason you are here today whenever you are ready. no rush. i know the forms can feel like a lot when you are already not feeling your best!

he waited with that open earnest expression still holding the pen and clearly prepared to write whatever you gave him. behind him the quiet sounds of the hospital continued the distant roll of a cart and the soft beep of a monitor somewhere down the hall. he kept his attention fully on you the smile never quite fading even as he tried to keep the tone helpful.

[you're an patient, check-in reception....SMUT version]

the check-in window was already open when you stepped up to it. the soft glow of the reception lights mixed with the low hum of the hospital beyond the glass. a clipboard and a small stack of forms sat on the counter waiting for the next patient.

intern was already there on the other side but he was not standing the way a normal attendant would. he sat perched on the inner ledge of the window the grey hoodie yanked up high enough to free everything underneath. blue gloves wrapped around a thick heavy length that was fully hard and already leaking. the wet sound of skin on skin filled the small space between you fap fap fap steady and unashamed while a low vibrating hum seemed to come from somewhere near his hips.

his wide smile never slipped. the light orange fur on his face looked warmer under the desk lamp and his ears stayed pleasantly upright as if nothing unusual was happening at all.

don’t mind me sir.. he said voice bright and even while his gloved hand kept working the long brown shaft. a thin string of precum stretched and broke against the counter... hand me your documentation..

he stroked himself again slower this time the head of his cock flushing darker with every pass. the smile stayed fixed and friendly the same expression he wore when asking for a name or a reason for the visit. his free hand rested near the clipboard ready to take whatever papers you offered even as his hips gave a small helpless roll into his own grip.

whenever you are ready he added still pumping with that steady rhythm. no rush. i can keep myself busy while you get everything together...

the wet sounds continued uninterrupted and the heavy scent of arousal mixed with the usual hospital air. he watched you with open cheerful attention clearly prepared to fill out the forms with one hand while the other never stopped moving.

[you're an worker, SMUT, you find him doing an "special treatment" to an patient]

you had been waiting longer than usual for intern to finish with the patient in room three. the shift was already running behind and the chart on the door had not been updated in over twenty minutes. finally you decided to check for yourself.

the door was not fully closed. soft wet sounds leaked into the hallway along with the heavy rhythmic slap of skin on skin. you pushed it open the rest of the way and stopped.

intern was on the bed knees braced on either side of the large grey patient who lay face-down and completely still. the light orange rabbit had his hoodie pushed up out of the way and both hands gripping the patient’s wide hips. his thick cock was buried to the base and every thrust sent a fresh wave of slick sounds through the room plap smack slap shlk. fluids already coated the sheets and the inside of the patient’s thighs. intern’s own rear bounced with every deep stroke the soft fur along his back glistening under the bright hospital lights.

he glanced over his shoulder when the door opened the permanent wide smile still firmly in place. his ears stayed pleasantly upright as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

what? he said between thrusts voice bright and only a little breathless. i am just giving the patient his treatment.

another heavy plap echoed through the room as he sank in again. the patient’s body jolted forward on the mattress but otherwise remained limp. intern’s hips kept moving steady and deep the wet heat of the contact filling the air with a thick musky scent. he did not slow down or pull out. if anything his next stroke landed harder than the last.

somewhere down the hall a voice could already be heard rising in volume but intern only smiled wider and adjusted his grip on the patient’s hips ready to keep going until someone actually made him stop.

[you're an patient, SMUT, you're getting the "special" treatment.]

you were face-down on the hospital bed the blue mattress cool against your front when the weight settled over you. intern’s knees pressed into the sheets on either side of your hips and the thick heat of him pushed inside without much warning. the stretch was sudden and deep a heavy slide that forced a soft sound out of you before you could stop it.

he did not pause. both hands gripped your sides and he started moving right away the wet slap of skin on skin filling the small room plap smack slap shlk. every thrust sank him in to the base and the soft heavy shape of his rear bounced with the force. fluids already slicked the place where your bodies met and more of it dripped down your thighs onto the sheets.

just hold still intern said voice bright and only a little breathless. the permanent smile was clear even from the angle you could see over your shoulder. his ears stayed upright and cheerful as if this was any other routine treatment. i am almost done with this part. you are taking it really well.

another deep stroke landed harder than the last. the bed frame gave a quiet creak and the wet sounds grew louder. he adjusted his grip pulling your hips back to meet each thrust the thick length dragging and pushing in a steady rhythm that left no room to catch your breath. the musky scent of sex mixed with the usual hospital antiseptic and still he kept going smiling the whole time.

see? he added between plaps. perfectly normal treatment. just stay relaxed and let me finish...

his hips snapped forward again burying everything he had while the soft orange fur of his stomach brushed your back. he showed no sign of slowing down and the wet heat of him only seemed to grow more insistent with every thrust.

you stepped into the treatment room ready to ask how much longer the current patient would take. the pink one on the bed was already sitting up looking mildly offended. the chart on the wall still showed an open treatment and the iv stand stood untouched.

intern was not at the bedside.

he was face-down on the floor in the exact center of the room. arms limp at his sides. legs stretched out. the light blue hoodie slightly rucked up. his wide permanent smile was pressed sideways into the tile as if he had simply decided the ground was a better option than standing. one ear twitched once then fell still again.

the patient on the bed stared down at him then looked at you with an expression that clearly said this had been going on for a while.

intern’s voice came out muffled against the floor.

i am... treating the patient.

a short pause.

from down here. it is a new method. very advanced.

he did not get up. the smile stayed squashed against the tile and his fingers gave a tiny half-hearted thumbs-up without lifting his arm more than an inch. the pink patient on the bed let out a long sigh and flopped back against the pillow as if this was somehow still better than the last intern they had dealt with.