Esfuerzo

Esfuerzos

By Jaewon

Summary:

Recovering in the hospital after a serious accident, you struggle to find the right words to tell your caring nurse Yeji how much you need her. During a quiet lunch she feeds you in your room, the tension finally breaks into a loving, semi-public moment of intimacy and pleasure.

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The hospital room was quiet except for the soft beeps of the monitor and the distant sounds of the hallway. I lay propped up in the bed, my left leg in a cast, ribs still sore from the accident two weeks ago, and my right arm wrapped heavily. Recovery was slow, but having Yeji as my nurse made everything feel a little more bearable.

She was twenty-four, with sharp, beautiful features and a gentle professionalism that hid a warmer, more playful side she only showed me when we were alone. We had been secretly dating for months before the accident, and she had requested to be on my care team. Today she wore her nurse uniform perfectly — white scrubs that somehow looked cute on her.

“It’s lunchtime,” Yeji said softly, wheeling the tray closer. She sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the spoon, blowing gently on the soup before bringing it to my lips. “Open up, baby. You need to eat to get stronger.”

I took the bite, watching her. The way she cared for me so tenderly always made my chest tight. As she fed me another spoonful, her free hand rested on my thigh, stroking lightly. The simple touch sent heat through me despite the pain and limitations.

“Yeji…” I started, voice hesitant. I wanted her so badly. Weeks without being close to her were driving me crazy, but with my injuries, I didn’t know how to ask. “This is really good. Thank you.”

She smiled, eyes crinkling. “You’ve been so patient with everything. I’m proud of you.” Her hand moved higher on my thigh, dangerously close. She noticed the growing bulge under the thin hospital sheet and her cheeks flushed slightly.

“You’re thinking about something else, aren’t you?” she whispered, glancing at the door. It was closed but not locked. The risk of someone walking in made my heart race.

I nodded, swallowing hard. “I… I really miss you. Miss touching you. But I don’t know how with all this.” I gestured weakly to my casts.

Yeji set the spoon down and leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. “Then let me take care of you. Just stay still and let Nurse Yeji handle it. We have to be quiet, okay?”

She pulled the sheet down and freed my cock, already hard from her teasing touches. Her soft hand wrapped around me, stroking slowly at first. The sensation after so long was overwhelming. I groaned quietly as she jerked me with perfect rhythm, thumb swirling over the head.

“Does that feel good?” she murmured, eyes sparkling. “You’ve been such a strong patient. You deserve this.”

She leaned down and took me into her mouth. The blowjob was careful but eager — warm, wet, and loving. Yeji sucked gently, bobbing her head while her hand stroked the base. She knew exactly how to make me feel good without putting strain on my injuries. I threaded my good hand through her hair, guiding her lightly.

“Yeji… fuck, your mouth,” I whispered.

She hummed around me, sucking harder. After a few minutes she pulled off, stroking me fast while she kissed my neck. “I want to feel you inside me, but we have to be smart about your leg.”

Yeji stood up and locked the door quietly. She pulled her scrub pants and panties down, revealing her smooth, already wet pussy. Climbing carefully onto the bed, she straddled my waist, facing me. She sank down slowly onto my cock, both of us moaning softly as I filled her.

“So full,” she breathed, starting to ride me gently. Her hands braced on my chest as she rolled her hips. The position kept pressure off my injuries while letting her control everything. It felt like heaven.

Yeji rode me with loving patience, breasts bouncing under her top. I reached up with my good hand to squeeze them, pinching her nipples through the fabric. She bit her lip to stay quiet, but her moans still escaped.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” she praised, riding a little faster. “Let Nurse take care of everything.”

She leaned forward, feeding me her breast by pulling her top aside. I sucked on her nipple hungrily while she fucked herself on my cock. The semi-public thrill — knowing nurses or doctors could knock any second — made it even hotter.

Yeji reached down to rub her clit, moaning softly as she chased her pleasure. She came first, pussy clenching around me as she squirted lightly, warm fluid coating my stomach. She kept moving through it, determined to make me feel good.

“I’m close,” I warned.

She climbed off carefully and knelt beside the bed, taking me back into her mouth. Her hand jerked me fast while she sucked on the head. I came hard, groaning as she swallowed most of it, the rest landing on her lips and cheek. Yeji licked me clean, then wiped her face with a tissue, smiling up at me like she’d just given me medicine.

We cleaned up quickly, straightening the sheets and her uniform. Yeji fed me the rest of lunch like nothing had happened, though her cheeks stayed flushed and her eyes were brighter.

“You’re incredible,” I whispered when she brought the water to my lips. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

She kissed my forehead gently. “I’m here for all your esfuerzos — all your efforts to get better. And for this too. I missed you just as much.”

We talked softly afterward. She told me about her shifts, how worried she’d been after the accident, and how taking care of me made her feel closer to me. I shared how her presence made the pain easier, how much I loved her gentle strength. Even with the casts and hospital smells, the moment felt warm and intimate.

Later in the afternoon, when the room was quiet again, Yeji gave me another “check-up.” This time she rode me reverse, facing away so she could watch the door while bouncing carefully. Her hand reached back to play with my balls as she moved. She came again, squirting onto the sheets, and brought me to the edge with her mouth once more, letting me finish on her tongue.

By evening, I felt more relaxed than I had since the accident. Yeji stayed a little longer than her shift, sitting beside me and holding my hand.

“Get some rest,” she whispered, kissing me softly. “I’ll be back tomorrow to take care of you again. All of you.”

I squeezed her hand, heart full despite the injuries. Yeji wasn’t just my nurse — she was my girlfriend, my comfort, and the reason I was determined to recover. These secret moments in the hospital room, full of love and careful pleasure, gave me strength for every effort ahead.

The End.