Ravaged by the Night Nurse

He took more than my temperature 🍆

I’m sharing a collection of micro-erotica—bite-sized stories under 1,000 words. Think of them as fleeting moments, tantalizing glimpses into worlds I’ve started to create but haven’t yet finished.

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Hospitals were supposed to be sterile, cold, lifeless places. I had spent enough nights in this stiff, uncomfortable bed to know that firsthand. But ever since Jaby started working the night shift, the air in this place had changed—thicker, heavier.

It was no longer just the scent of antiseptic and freshly laundered sheets. Now, it was him. His cologne, his sweat, the barely restrained hunger in his eyes whenever he lingered at my bedside a little too long.

Jaby wasn’t just another nurse doing his rounds. He was something else—something dangerously intoxicating.

He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a presence that made the walls feel smaller whenever he stepped into the room. His deep brown eyes always held that knowing glint, like he could see through me, past the pain, past the hospital gown, past the wires and machines hooked up to my body. And that smirk, fuck, that smirk—it promised trouble in all the best ways.

Tonight, when he walked in, the energy between us shifted. It wasn’t just the usual teasing exchange of glances. It wasn’t just the way he let his hand linger a second too long when adjusting my IV.

No, tonight, something was different.

When I spoke, his gaze dropped to my lips, and his tongue darted out to wet his own. And when he exhaled, it was heavier, like he was holding back something fierce, something… primal.

The door clicked shut behind him, locking us in together, sealing us in this unspoken tension.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, his voice deep, commanding, edged with something raw and possessive.

I shook my head. “Not with you looking at me like that.”

His eyes darkened. “Maybe I’m done just looking.”

Without warning, he closed the distance, his strong hand gripping my jaw roughly, forcing my head up to meet his intense gaze. "You've been teasing me for days, Toby. Tonight, you're going to find out what happens when you play with fire."

My breath caught, excitement pooling in my stomach. "Then show me," I whispered.

His mouth crushed against mine, hot and fierce, claiming me without restraint. His teeth nipped my lips, his tongue invading my mouth with a hunger that left me breathless.

His hands tore away my flimsy gown, exposing my naked body to his merciless exploration. He stripped off his scrubs in seconds, revealing a body sculpted from raw strength and pure desire.

Jaby pinned me beneath him, gripping my wrists and holding them firmly above my head. “You've been begging for this, haven't you?” he growled, grinding his hips against mine. I felt his cock pressing urgently against my thigh.

“Yes,” I moaned desperately, squirming beneath him.

"That's right, baby," he murmured darkly, releasing my wrists to roughly grip my thighs, spreading them wide. His eyes burned into mine as he reached for the lube, coating himself liberally, making sure I saw every slick movement. "You're going to feel every fucking inch of me, and you're going to take it all."

I cried out as he entered me, his thrust powerful and unapologetic, stretching me wide. Pain and pleasure exploded through me. His hips snapped forward, pounding relentlessly, each thrust harder than the last, driving me into the mattress.

“You're mine now, Toby,” he snarled possessively, biting my shoulder hard enough to leave marks. “Every fucking scream, every shudder, belongs to me.”

The raw dominance in his voice set me aflame, and I surrendered fully, nails clawing at his muscular back, encouraging him to fuck me harder, deeper. The bed groaned loudly beneath us, and I didn't care if the entire hospital heard my shameless moans.

Jaby’s thrusts grew frantic, his hand finding my throat again, squeezing lightly but insistently, commanding my complete submission. The pleasure spiraled uncontrollably, and I exploded beneath him, screaming his name, overwhelmed by the relentless force of his desire.

Moments later, Jaby came with a deep, guttural groan, burying himself deeply inside me. His body shuddered violently, sweat dripping from his skin onto mine as he collapsed against me.

Breathless and thoroughly spent, he pressed tender, possessive kisses along my jaw, murmuring softly, “You're incredible, Toby. Fucking perfect.”

We lay tangled together, the sterile air now thick with sweat, lust, and satisfaction. After a few minutes, Jaby raised his head, smirking wickedly. “Next time,” he whispered into my ear, his voice dark and dripping with promise, “I'm not going to be gentle."

A shiver of anticipation shot down my spine, and I grinned at him, already aching for more.

Hospitals were supposed to be sterile, cold, lifeless places.

But tonight? Tonight, I'd never felt more alive.