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cassie’s just off a brutal shift, when she walks through the door she drops her bag by the couch without a word. you’re on the kitchen counter eating leftovers while scrolling on your phone, legs dangling, and the second she sees you her whole face softens in that way it only does when it’s just the two of you.
she crosses the room in three steps, hands finding your thighs, sliding up slow like she’s memorizing the shape of you. “hey,” she says, voice low and rough from talking over monitors all day. you set the phone down, tilt your head, and she leans in to kiss you. it starts soft, almost careful, but then her tongue slips past your lips and everything shifts. you feel the way her shoulders relax under your palms, the quiet sigh she lets out against your mouth. her fingers trace little circles on your skin while she kisses you deeper, slower, like she has all the time in the world now that the hospital is miles away.
you wrap your legs around her waist, pulling her closer. her hands move up your sides, under your shirt, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts. “missed you,” she murmurs against your mouth. “all day i kept thinking about coming home to this.” the words are quiet but heavy, like she’s been carrying them through every code and every long hallway. you feel her heartbeat against your chest, steady and strong, and it makes something warm bloom low in your belly.
you laugh softly, breathless already. “you’re such a sap when you’re tired.”
“when it comes to you? yeah,” she says, nipping your bottom lip. she lifts you off the counter like you weigh nothing, carries you to the bedroom with your legs still locked around her. the hallway light spills in behind you, casting long shadows across the bed. she sets you down gently, but doesn’t let go, keeps kissing you while her fingers work the buttons on your jeans. each kiss drags a little longer, her mouth moving to your jaw, your neck, the spot just below your ear that always makes your breath hitch. she peels your clothes off piece by piece, careful and patient, like she’s unwrapping something precious. when your shirt hits the floor she pauses, just looking at you in the low light, eyes tracing every curve like she’s seeing you for the first time all over again.
when you’re both naked she steps back for a second, just looking. her eyes are dark, pupils blown. “turn over,” she says, not a request exactly, but gentle enough that it feels like one. you do, knees and forearms sinking into the mattress. she runs a hand down your spine, slow, fingers tracing every knob of your vertebrae. “god, look at you.” her palm is warm, and it leaves a trail of heat everywhere it touches. she keeps stroking your back, down to the curve of your ass, squeezing gently, like she can’t stop touching you.
you glance back over your shoulder. she’s already buckling the harness, the silicone cock jutting out proud. she’s done this enough times that her movements are practiced, efficient. she pauses to squirt lube into her palm, warming it between her fingers before she touches you. her hand slides between your legs first, fingers circling your clit until you’re rocking back against her, whining softly. she takes her time here, rubbing slow circles, then dipping lower to feel how ready you are, spreading the wetness up and around until everything feels slick, warm and aching.
“you’re so wet for me already,” she mutters, almost to herself. “you’ve been thinking about this too, huh?”
“yeah,” you breathe. she leans over you, chest pressing to your back, lips brushing your ear. “you’re doing so good for me.” the praise hits like a spark. she lines herself up, the blunt head nudging against you, and pushes in slow. you both groan at the stretch. she doesn’t rush, lets you adjust, one hand braced on the mattress beside your head, the other gripping your hip tight enough that her fingers dig in. she rocks forward inch by inch, pausing every time you tense, whispering soft little “breathe for me, baby” until you’re fully seated on the strap and trembling.
when she’s fully inside she stills, breathing hard. “god, you feel so good.” you push back a little, testing. “move,” you say. “please.”
she starts slow, shallow thrusts, letting you feel every inch sliding out and back in. the bed creaks under you. her hand slides up your back, fingers tangling in your hair, not pulling hard yet, just holding. “that’s it,” she murmurs. “just like that.” she keeps the rhythm easy for a long time, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in deep, letting you feel the drag, the fullness, the way your body opens up for her over and over. each thrust makes your toes curl, makes little sounds slip out of you that you can’t hold back. she listens to every one, adjusting the angle until you’re gasping louder, hips twitching back to meet her.
she eventually gets more impatient, hips snapping harder, her grip on your hair tightens, yanking back just enough to arch your spine. you gasp, loud, and she growls low in her throat.
“you like that?” she asks, voice rough. “feel good when i pull you like this?” you nod as much as you can with her hand in your hair. “yes… fuck, cassie.” she laughs, short and warm, and starts really moving, pounding into you with deep, deliberate strokes that make your arms shake. her free hand leaves your hip and smacks your ass once, then again on the other side, heat blooming under her palm. the sting fades into warmth that spreads everywhere, making you clench around her harder.
“god, you’re so tight,” she groans, letting go of your hair to grab both hips instead. she yanks you back onto her cock with every thrust. your knees slide wider on the sheets and she follows, one hand sliding up to press between your shoulder blades, pushing your chest down into the mattress so your ass is higher, perfect angle. “stay just like that,” she orders, voice steady even though she’s breathing hard.
you moan into the pillow, fists twisting in the sheets. she’s relentless, hips slapping against you loud enough that the sound fills the whole room. every thrust drags the strap against that spot inside you and her fingers dig bruises into your hips, pulling you back harder each time. she keeps that pace for what feels like forever, pulling you onto her over and over, the wet sound of it mixing with your moans and her quiet grunts. “you’re taking me so well,” she pants. “god, you feel incredible.” she reaches around without slowing down, fingers finding your clit, rubbing fast. your legs start shaking and she just holds you tighter, keeping you exactly where she wants you.
“cassie, i’m- fuck, i’m close,” you choke out. she leans over you again, chest to your back, teeth scraping your shoulder. “not yet,” she says. “hold on for me, baby.” she slows just enough to torture you, grinding deep and slow, circling her hips so the strap rubs everywhere inside. you whimper, trying to push back, but her hand on your lower back keeps you pinned. the pressure is constant, perfect, dragging against every sensitive spot until your whole body is buzzing. “please,” you beg. “i need it.” she chuckles against your skin. “i know you do, sweetheart.”
she keeps that slow grind for what feels like forever, whispering sweet praise in your ear the whole time. “you feel so good for me, baby. you’re so perfect.” every circle of her hips makes you shudder, makes your breath catch. she kisses your shoulder, your neck, anywhere she can reach without losing the rhythm. tears starts pricking in your eyes from how intense it is, how full you feel, how her voice wraps around you like another layer of touch. finally she straightens up, grips your hips again, and starts fucking you harder. her hand cracks down on your ass one more time and that’s it, you come hard, walls pulsing around the strap, crying out her name into the pillow. the orgasm rolls through you in long waves, your thighs shaking, vision blurring, and she never once stops moving, just fucks you through every single pulse like she’s chasing it with you.
but she doesn’t stop. doesn’t pull out. doesn’t even slow down all the way. she just keeps thrusting through it, working you through the aftershocks while you tremble and gasp. “one more, baby,” she says, voice wrecked. “i need more from you, please.” she pulls your hips back even harder, angling deeper, and you’re so sensitive now that every slide feels like electricity shooting up your spine. she keeps the strokes long and steady, letting you feel every inch again and again while your body tries to settle and can’t. “cassie, oh my god,” you moan, voice hoarse.
she reaches forward and grabs your wrists, pulling them behind your back and holding them there with one strong hand while the other keeps your hips in place. your chest is still pressed to the bed, arms pinned, and ass up as she fucks into you with long, punishing strokes. “you’re mine,” she says, voice thick with emotion. the new angle has you seeing stars, the strap hitting perfect every single time. your second orgasm is already building fast, too fast, and she can feel it in the way you clench around her.
“gonna come again already?” she asks, breathless. she lets go of your wrists just to wrap her arm around your waist, hauling your upper body up so your back is against her chest. she keeps one hand between your legs, fingers on your clit, and the other across your collarbone, holding you tight while she thrusts up into you. you can feel her heartbeat against your spine, her breath hot on your neck, the sweat sliding between your bodies. “come on, baby,” she whispers right against your ear. “i want to feel you come again.”
you’re shaking, tears slipping down your cheeks from how overwhelming it is, but it feels so good you can’t stop. “i’m coming, fuck, cassie, i’m-” the orgasm rips through you even harder than the first, your whole body locking up, a broken moan tearing out of you. she fucks you through every pulse, hips stuttering, grinding deep and desperate. “that’s it, that’s my girl,” she pants. “you’re so perfect.” she keeps moving through the whole thing, drawing it out until you’re whimpering, oversensitive and still coming apart in her arms.
only when you’ve gone limp in her arms does she finally slow, easing you both down to the mattress. she stays inside you for a long moment, just breathing with you, kissing the back of your neck soft and slow. then she carefully pulls out, unbuckles the harness with shaky hands, and tosses it aside. she rolls you over, pulls you into her chest, arms wrapping around you like she never wants to let go.
“you okay?” she asks, thumb brushing your cheekbone, her voice soft.
you nod, still catching your breath, curling into her. “i’m okay.”
she smiles, pressing her forehead to your shoulder. “good.” she tucks your head under her chin, hand stroking your hair slow and steady.
you’re half on top of her on the couch, legs tangled up in the blanket that’s slipping off the edge. cassie’s got one arm hooked around your back to keep you close, the other hand lazy between you two until she lifts it, two fingers brushing your bottom lip like she’s been thinking about this for a while. “can i?” she whispers. of course, you nod your head because she’s had a rough shift and you want to do everything to help her turn her brain off for a while. she smiles and presses them in slow, pads sliding over your tongue.
“open a little more. wrap your lips around ’em, baby.” her thumb strokes your cheek once, twice, almost like an afterthought while you start to suck gently, tasting the salt of her skin. she settles deeper into the cushions, hips shifting just enough to pull you tighter against her, but she keeps her eyes on your face the whole time, half-lidded and focused.
you hollow your cheeks a bit and she lets out this quiet breath through her nose, like a sigh of relief. “there you go. suck a little harder…” you hum around her fingers and take them deeper, “just like that… you’re doing so good for me.” her fingers nudge the back of your tongue and spit’s already starting to build, slicking down her knuckles, she doesn’t wipe it away. she just curls her fingers a tiny bit against your tongue like she needs to feel how warm and soft you are inside.
a couple minutes drag by and you keep at it, lazy and thorough. cassie’s softly praising you, voice staying steady while her free hand’s threading into your hair to hold on to you. “keep going. you look so pretty like this. such a good girl…”
her body’s already starting to tell on her. she rocks her hips up once slowly, almost like she’s just getting comfortable, except her thigh presses harder against your side and you feel the heat pouring off her through her sweats. her breathing’s shorter now, little catches at the end of each inhale. she just feeds you another quiet “good girl” like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded.
you hum around her fingers, low and content like you’re getting off on this as well, and that’s when her control slips a notch. her head tips back against the couch with a quiet moan, eyes fluttering shut for half a second before she forces them open again. “shit, baby,” she breathes, voice a little thicker, a little rougher at the edges. “you’re making me feel… just keep sucking. don’t stop.”
her hips roll again, more slowly and deliberate, you feel her thigh tremble where it’s clamped around your waist. she’s getting off on this, you can tell by the way she grinds up subtle against nothing but the pressure of your body. her fingers slide a fraction deeper, pads pressing heavy on your tongue while her other hand tightens in your hair, just enough to anchor herself.
minutes stretch and everything is narrowed down to the slide of her fingers and the way her chest rises and falls quicker now. she’s squirming under you, small shifts of her hips that she tries to play off like she’s just stretching, but her thighs keep tensing, squeezing you closer every time you hollow your cheeks again.
“yeah, just like that,” she mutters, almost under her breath, thumb stroking your jaw like she can’t help touching you more. “you’re so fucking good for me… god, keep going, baby.” her voice cracks just the tiniest bit and she bites her lip, hips jerking up once, sharper, before she forces them still again. she’s breathing through her mouth now, short and warm against your hair, whole body wound tight and humming under you while she keeps feeding you soft praises like she’s scared if she stops talking she’ll lose it completely.
you suck harder, tongue working the underside of her fingers, and cassie’s whole frame shudders once, a full-body thing she tries to hide by pulling you even closer. her sweats are damp where your thigh’s pressed between hers now, and she doesn’t pull away. she just rocks into it slow and needy, eyes locked on your mouth like she can’t look anywhere else.
“you’re so good for me, huh?” she whispers, fingers curling against your tongue as another quiet groan slips out. “just… fuck- keep doing that. you’re perfect.” she’s trembling, small and constant, hips rolling in these tiny desperate circles she can’t quite stop, but her voice stays low and steady as she’s talking you through it. her brain has gone completely silent, her only focus is on you and her fingers inside your mouth. and it’s the perfect way to end her night.
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we can argue about empathy olympics all day but the fact of the matter is that unless your answer is cassie mckay you're wrong.
dennis is kind but he's a little too shaky and inexperienced and dismissive of patients. he takes to criticism very well and is still very supportive, but honestly moreso with coworkers than patients. samira is kind and offers her patients so much support but has been rude to coworkers on multiple occasions.
not Cassie. Cassie has endless empathy for her patients and coworkers. she sees everyone. she's the best, kindest mentor, firm in her corrections but not at all rude. she's got her own issues and flaws, yes, but over and over she is kind. to everyone.
synopsis : when it is clear cassie never wants more than just a friends with benefits ordeal, you try to move on from her — which she makes impossible and challenging.
tags : adult language. pre-s2!cassie mckay / age gap (25 & 43). cassie is a bit of a stalker (?). mentions of slight alcohol consumption (none from cassie), unhealthy relationships. the pittlings r ride or dies for reader. adult content — mean!dom!cassie, f!ngering, strap usage, adult objects, binding & filming involved, edging, heavy degradation, secondary penetrat!on.
author’s note : this story is only for 18+ — no minors should be interacting, it makes me uncomfy. fic is based on tate mcrae’s song dear god.
“are you sure the two of you are done now?” victoria asked, grabbing your energy drink out of the break room fridge. “like for sure?”
“i think it’s been over with for a bit now. she thinks everything is still casual between us after we’ve been going at this for a year,” you explained, opening up the drink, and trinity grinned, shaking her head. “don’t act like you didn’t nearly voluntarily admit yourself into the psychiatric unit when garcia first told you she wanted casual with you.”
“that was different!” trinity defended. “and she’s no cassie mckay.”
“at least we won’t have to worry about bumping into her in the middle of the night,” whitaker said, and you rolled your eyes. “or hearing you argue with her over the phone.”
“being roommates with you two must feel like being in a hostage situation,” victoria wondered, and trinity flipped her off. “but seriously, you say this every month that you and cassie are done, but in a few days, you’re back on and we have to bare witness to it.”
“i promise it’s over. i can’t handle it anymore,” you admitted, taking a sip of your drink.
“well, you’re better off without her,” whitaker smiled at you, patting your back.
the break room door swung open, revealing robby. “i don’t see you four out there with patients. and what did i say about gossiping?”
“we weren’t gossiping!” victoria defended. “it’s not gossip if it’s actual events going on.”
“we can’t gossip about another employee in the workplace, do it outside of here on your own time,” robby stated, specifically eyeing you. “even if you are dating said employee.”
“i will slash your tires,” you smiled, getting up from your seat. “to make sure you never go on a sabbatical.”
you walked out, your three best friends staying behind. “should i be worried?” robby asked, looking at them. “is this going to cause problems?”
“just make sure cassie backs off and stays away,” trinity said, the trio leaving the room shortly after.
it was easy enough for you and cassie to be occupied during the day shift, working on the different sides of the emergency department. if the two of you were to cross paths, it was always at the nurse’s station, cassie trying to get your attention while you acted as if she didn’t merely exist.
perlah and princess looked at you both back and forth, then at each other.
“princess, have you seen dana? she was supposed to be help me out with labs for the patient in central,” you said, and she shook her head.
“i can lend a hand,” cassie spoke up, and you side eyed her. “i’ve got some time before i have to go back to my set of patients.”
“i asked for dana, not you,” you spat, picking back up your tablet, and going back to your section.
cassie knew you were angry, but she didn’t see why you could be — you both agreed at the beginning of everything that what happened between you two was purely for intimacy and causality, and nothing was to exceed beyond that.
she didn’t give you any hints of a possible relationship, and she made it clear that being in a one just wasn’t in the books for her — not as long as she had to continue to raise harrison.
and she felt she could be a bit of a hypocrite for how she shamed chad for dating someone in their mid-twenties, while she was hooking up with someone who especially was her coworker.
she moved on from the nurse’s station, going back to her rounds and responsibilities, knowing she’d have to forget about you.
you had three hours left in your shift as you sat by the computer, nowhere close to finishing your charts, and your friends were by you, smiling ear to ear.
“so did you accept the date?” trinity asked. “i know you and cassie ended things only a few days ago, but this girl alex sounds really sweet.”
“i didn’t exactly text back yet,” you admitted, and they softly groaned. “it felt too soon, and i don’t know what she really wants.”
“text back, okay? i think cassie was a lesson and alex could be really good for you,” victoria added, and trinity agreed.
alex was someone you had bumped into at a bookstore about a week ago, yet instantly got along with. you spent a few hours chatting with her, sitting at the cafe inside the store, and exchanged memorable conversations about topics you were glad to share about.
she gave you her number, and you were secretly messaging her, but never tried to push it because you didn’t know where things with cassie were gonna go.
until the night you and her got into an argument at her house.
“i told you i didn’t want any strings attached,” cassie said, and you scoffed, face in your hands in frustration. “everyone already knows too much, and i can’t deal with that.”
“that doesn’t seem like the case when you’re taking me out on dates, doing intimate things with me,” you recalled, and she groaned. “you know what this is — it isn’t just casual anymore.”
“it’s always been casual. it’s just sex and that’s it,” cassie stated. “i never wanted anything else with you.”
you tried to grasp at what to say next, anything to hurt her, but you stood like an idiot, words caught in your throat.
“you’re so mean,” you muttered, picking up your bag. “i’m so done with this, with you. i wish i never met you.”
cassie’s voice drained out behind you as you hurried out of her house, and to your car.
“i guess you’re right,” you said, your thumbs hesitating over the phone keyboard. “you don’t think it’s too soon?”
“if you don’t agree, i’m taking your phone and doing it for you,” trinity said, and you smiled before messaging back alex, sighing in relief. “this will be good.”
“cassie is wondering if you’d help her with a patient?” samira approached, and you looked up at her. “it’s strange, i know.”
“i’ll go help out,” victoria insisted, walking away, and samira came to your side.
“alex texted back!” you cheered, and showed your phone screen to the two women.
“says she’s going to pick you up tomorrow around seven,” samira read, and you grinned, humming to yourself. “don’t let cassie find out about this.”
“i doubt she will,” trinity retorted, and you brought your phone back down, putting it away in the pocket of your bottom scrubs.
“what if alex is the same as cassie?” you wondered, frowning to the thought of it.
“don’t think about that, and i disagree. let’s just get through this shift,” she said, and you got up from the chair, following behind the two ladies to return back to your sets of patients.
by the time the end of the day shift came to be, cassie was finishing up her last couple of patient charts by the nurse station, leaning against it as perlah and princess gave a look to each other before going back to staring at the older woman.
“you tell her, not me,” perlah whispered, and princess shook her head. “you’re the one who has a bet to win.”
“the tension between them is hard enough for this workplace,” princess refused, and perlah glared, only for the woman to heavily sigh in agreement. “hey cassie, how was your day?”
“it was okay. i get to see harrison for a few days on friday,” she shared, putting down the tablet to look at them as she asked for you. “i wanted to talk to her about the patient earlier.”
“oh… oh! she could’ve left already. i heard her talking to samira and trinity about a date she has tomorrow night,” princess stated, and cassie’s face froze, her fingers tightening around the device. “some person named alex? not so sure, but the girls and her are excited about it.”
“did you hear where the date would be at?” cassie wondered, and she shook her head. “thanks ladies. i’ll see you on thursday.”
“you’re an instigator,” perlah mumbled, shaking her head as she went on at some papers. “i want 40% if you win the bet.”
cassie had caught you talking to samira and whitaker, the two nodding their heads in the direction where she was coming from, and you groaned under your breath, turning away to face her.
“dr. mckay, how can i help you?” you bitterly asked, sipping on your third redbull for the day.
“don’t get formal. what’s this date i’m hearing about?” cassie questioned, and you swallowed thickly, your two friends parting themselves from you, walking out of the hospital.
“how’d you hear about that?” you asked.
“perlah and princess. you’re a big talker, and they like to eavesdrop,” she reminded, and you rolled your eyes. “i didn’t think you’d move on so quickly.”
“i think it’s for the best, you know?” you told her, smiling small. “like you told me before — we were just casual, and i want a real relationship.”
cassie hummed, nodding to herself as she grinned. “i give it a day. you’re not good at lasting long,” she said over into your ear, moving past you, and you watched her walk out.
you stood still, chewing on the inside of your cheek and shook off what she said, knowing she was trying to get under your skin.
you wouldn’t let her. she’d never be under or on your skin ever again.
at least you hoped.
“does this look okay?” you asked trinity, showing off the fourth dress you were trying on. “is it too short?”
“each dress looked good on you. it’s just a dinner, you don’t need to overthink it,” she said, sitting on your bed as she watched you stress over your outfit. “so… do you think you’ll have sex with alex tonight?”
“i don’t sleep on the first date, what!” you shouted, and she chuckled. “that’s not happening, and i don’t think i want it to after everything with cassie.”
“maybe sleeping with alex will break you from cassie’s spell.”
“i’m not under a spell.”
“you’re literally trying on dresses she bought for you,” trinity appointed out, and you looked in the mirror, realizing it was indeed a dress the woman purchased for you.
a black mini dress, perfect to flaunt your cleavage and to protect covering your bottom.
“well, i’m not going to treat it as that. i’m wearing this,” you said, smiling small to yourself as you hurried to finish getting ready.
after you had finished up, you walked out of your bedroom with trinity following behind, and whitaker was sitting on the couch, eating cereal.
“woah. are you trying to get laid?” he wondered, and you groaned. “i didn’t mean that in a bad way!”
“if you and trin dare make a bet if i get laid tonight, both of you will wake up with shaven eyebrows,” you said, putting your wallet and lipstick in your purse.
to your luck, there was a soft knock on the apartment door, and you smiled to yourself.
now, cassie mckay wouldn’t say she was a stalker because that sounds strange. yet, she was worried about you and your date tonight, and made sure she was only a few feet behind you the entire day that led up to your night with alex.
eight in the morning, you went to the gym and every set and machine you did, she was only right behind you.
by midday, you went to grocery store, and she made sure to be at the end of every aisle, her back turned away from you. you were too busy on the phone with victoria to notice that cassie was even there.
and then she drove behind you, but precisely on the right lane, only a car behind so she didn’t lose you.
she was strict and controlled — she’d done this all before. it was easy to her, and she learned your schedule for your days off, even making sure she had those times off, too.
because cassie doesn’t share, she doesn’t lose her focus.
when she claims something, it remains hers. it belongs to her.
she stayed parked across the street from your apartment complex, sitting in her car, and mindlessly scrolling on her phone.
she found alex’s social media right after last night’s shift — to her luck, your instagram was still public, and she always had a back up account in case you blocked her.
cassie saw a car park in front of the apartment complex, noticing the car model to be alex’s. her eyes fixated on the girl — she was pretty, about your age, and carried a small bouquet of tulips in her hand.
she considered slashing the tires, breaking in the car windows, about anything to avoid you leaving with that girl for the night.
“these flowers are beautiful! i think my friends are jealous,” you exclaimed as alex trailed behind you, her hand on your lower back to guide the two of you out of the apartment complex and to her car. “you really didn’t have to get me anything.”
cassie instantly recognized the black dress; you wore it on the first date she took you out on, and you were wearing the exact thigh stockings with it, which meant your lace garter was on underneath, clipped to it.
it was only something you wore when you knew you were desperate to get touched.
“there’s millions more to come,” alex said, and you grinned, nodding. “here, let me get your door for you,” she unlocked the car, opening up the passenger side, and you slipped right in, holding the flowers on your lap.
cassie didn’t notice her fingernails were digging into the leather of her steering wheel, too hyper focused on the loving exchanged between you and your fellow date.
the second alex steered off, cassie was following right behind, yet she knew you weren’t the slightest aware of her tracking your every move.
in the car, you were nervously playing with your fingers, conversation with alex feeling light and genuine, almost easy and fun.
“i actually want to know more about you being an resident. i know we’ve briefly talked about it,” she began, and you smiled. “i hear emergency medicine is insane.”
“you get something new everyday, that’s for sure,” you said, sharing a small laugh with her. “it’s not all that interesting, i promise.”
“i’m interested in you so that means everything about you is important to me to know,” alex emphasized, and you swallowed thickly, nodding to yourself.
it’s not that cassie wasn’t interested in you because she was — she knew the daddy issues, fucked up kinks, and how you liked to be fucked, but that was it.
this was just someone genuinely wanting you.
“i just never thought my career was intriguing,” you added, and she hummed. “i like it, i do. it’s good to know you can help people to the best of your abilities, doesn’t mean it’s the easiest, though.”
you and alex continued further conversation about your careers and other outside interests, something you willingly ranted on because alex made you feel comfortable to, and like she listened to you.
alex parked in the car slot front of the restaurant, hurrying to your side to help you out. you thanked her, adjusting your dress just a bit, and looped and hooked your hand around her bicep.
cassie noticed, her eyes about to fall out of their sockets. she considered another restraining order and ankle monitor, if it was worth to lose all her progress for a girl like you.
she parked only a few cars down, waiting about ten minutes after you had already gone inside and sat down, weighing her options of permanently letting you go, or find a way you could come crawling back to her.
cassie got out of her car, grabbing her bag, and walked inside, going up to the host counter.
“dr. mckay!” her friend, jane, exclaimed, smiling ear to ear. “never thought i’d see you step into a place like this.”
“i thought you were a teacher by now,” cassie questioned.
“i am — but i do this a few times at night during the week to pay the bills,” jane answered, and the woman awed. “you need a table?”
“i actually have a favor,” cassie smiled.
“oh god, jesus lord,” jane mumbled under her breath.
“you don’t know what i’m about to ask!”
“i know it’s going to be troubling,” jane said, and cassie paused, but didn’t answer.
she pulled out her phone, pulling up a picture of you. “have you seen this girl come in?”
“yeah, only fifteen minutes ago. she’s pretty,” jane said, picking up a menu for cassie. “don’t tell me she’s your girlfriend.”
“i wouldn’t say that. i just need a table that’s not too close,” cassie told her, and the hostess sighed, gesturing to be followed.
jane put the menu on the table, eyeing cassie. “whatever you’re about to do, make sure it doesn’t get me fired.”
“i’ll take a diet coke,” she smiled, and jane rolled her eyes, strolling away. cassie made sure she was facing in alex’s view, and in no way you’d be able to notice she was there waiting for you.
cassie spent about an hour waiting around, only drinking her diet coke and an appetizer of fries before she slyly got out her phone, taking a picture of alex.
you had been on about two drinks of a cosmopolitan cocktail, and your talks with alex were never ending, nearly driving cassie to insanity when she’d hear your soft laughter cracking up at about anything your date was saying.
it was either alex was humorous, or the alcohol was making you feel confident.
she chewed on her last fry before putting twenty five bucks on the table as she got up, sending the photo to you.
you felt your phone buzz in your purse, excusing yourself a moment to take a look at it.
you see cassie’s contact and your heart sunk to your stomach the moment you see the perfect angle of alex sitting across from you, smiling and laughing.
cassie: meet me in bathroom in five minutes. thanks baby.
you swallowed thickly, shakily putting your phone back in your purse, and you felt your appetite loss but the alcohol kicking in harder.
“is everything okay?” alex wondered, and you nodded, taking a sip of your drink.
“trin just messaged me about breaking my favorite coffee mug,” you lied, rolling your eyes. “she’s just clumsy sometimes.”
“you seem a little shaken up.”
“it was a valuable one, and i think cosmopolitan was not the right choice of drink tonight,” you said, and she awed, looking around for a waiter. “do you mind getting me some water while i just head to ladies room, please?”
“of course! take your time,” she answered, and you softly thanked her, getting up and hastily rushing to the bathroom.
you shoved the door open, a cocky cassie standing against the wall, and looking up from her phone the second you came inside.
“are you fucking insane?” you wondered. “like do i need to file a restraining order against you?”
“hey sweetheart,” she said, coming up to you, and putting her hands on your waist. “how’s your date going? is it all good?”
“what do you want from me, cassie?” you questioned, utter confusion displaying across your face. “you don’t want a relationship or anything serious, so why can’t you just leave me alone?”
“do you really want me to leave you alone?” cassie asked, slowly moving the two of you towards the wall, your back brushing up against it. “some part of you must’ve known i’d do all this.”
“alex is a good person,” you muttered, looking up at her, bodies only a few inches apart. “she’s nice, she got me flowers, i—i don’t want to fuck this up.”
“i think you’re just a little lost right now, baby,” cassie began, her hand sneaking down your stomach, and under your dress. “she might be a good person, but you’re not.”
“i am, i am a good person,” you pleaded, whimpering as she placed a chaste kiss to your neck.
“then why are you still letting me touch you?” cassie questioned, and something snapped you back into reality, shaking your head while you gently pushed her away.
“you’ve ruined my life enough,” you stated, fixing your dress, and she only smiled. “stay away from me.”
“if i don’t hear from you by midnight, then i promise i’ll leave you alone,” cassie swore, and you glared at her.
“you won’t be hearing from me ever again,” you snapped, rushing out of the bathroom and back to your table with alex.
“hey, is everything okay?” she asked, genuine concern in her tone.
“can we get out of here actually? maybe we can go back to your place,” you suggested, and alex grinned, visibly esctatic.
“i already paid the bill,” she said, getting up as you got your purse and hurried out of the restaurant.
the second you stepped out, cassie was standing by her car, smoking a cigarette and gave a single-second look to you.
you had alex’s hands roam around your body, feel every inch of your soft skin, put kisses to your collarbones and shoulders — it was sensational and soft.
you should’ve loved it; a different pace, a different tempo than to what you were use to.
but you were genuinely nauseous to your stomach when your mind had imagined it was cassie that was touching you, her fingertips grazing against your inner thighs and pleading to touch your cunt.
you looked at the ceiling, pleading with god for him to take away all the thoughts you had about the older woman, all the ways she sent a firestorm of lust burning against your skin all the way down.
alex was good at making you feel good, but every thought and moment of cassie making your body feel like it belongs to hers came rushing through your mind, and you tried to push it down, yet it still surfaced.
it wasn’t fair to alex, and it was torturous to you. cassie would always linger around one way or another, haunting and taunting you, despite the fact she wasn’t physically next to you.
that’s how you found yourself standing outside her house, in front of her door, tears running down your face because you pushed alex away, and felt so guilty for just running out of her apartment, straight to cassie’s.
you hesitated on knocking, and you look at your phone, the time being precisely 11:57pm. you sniffled, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand before you balled it up into a fist, pattering knocks to the door.
you stood there, your purse dangling in your other hand, surely looking like a mess.
the door swung open only thirty seconds later, revealing cassie who took a quick look to you before her face shifted into worry.
“baby,” she whispered, bringing you into her arms as you sobbed in her chest. she held the back of your head with one hand, the other squeezing at the side of your waist. “it’s okay, i’m right here.”
you were brought inside by her, knowing you were making way to her bedroom. she sat you down on the edge of the bed, squatting in front of you as you tried to steady your breathing, tears continuing to drop out of your eyes.
“i didn’t know where else to go. my body just dragged me here,” you mumbled, sniffling. “w—we were about to have sex— i mean we were, but i thought it was you, and i almost threw up because i couldn’t even try to enjoy alex.”
cassie didn’t know what to say, only looking at you while she stroked your thigh.
“you did this to me,” you whispered, taking in a deep breath. “i can’t even move on because you’re just there, possessing me.”
“i think that’s a good thing,” cassie stated.
“it’s not,” you retorted, shaking your head. “i literally was praying to god and hoping he was listening so he could wash away everything about you.”
“i don’t think you want it washed away,” cassie said, tilting her head to the side. “you could’ve called your friends, had them pick you up — but you knew coming here was what you really wanted.”
“you’re so self centered, it’s making me ill,” you told her, getting up. “it was a mistake to come here.”
“no it wasn’t,” cassie stopped you, about ready to block you from the doorway. “tell me you don’t want this. tell me it hasn’t been fucking killing you for days.”
you swallowed thickly, refusing to look at her as she inched closer, the warmth of body radiating onto yours.
her hand snuck around your waist, down to your ass, and gave it a harsh squeeze. your breath hitched, your heart hitting against your chest, and she hummed to herself in thought.
“it has been ruining you that i haven’t touched you,” she said, forcing you to make eye contact. “i could ruin your whole life, and you’d still be wanting me to fuck you.”
“you make me feel like i’m some idiot,” you muttered under your breath, almost stammering onto your words. “i’m so stupid.”
“you are a stupid girl,” cassie stated, chuckling lightly. “you’re dumb and pathetic, crawling back to me when i’m so sure you’ve told all your friends how much you hate me, how it’s over between us.”
you were sure you could feel your wetness seeping through your panties, down on your thighs.
“lay on the bed, on your back,” cassie demanded, and you jumped at the order, finding yourself displayed in front of her, resting on the bed.
she kneeled next to you, hiking up your dress to your stomach. her hands touched your stomach, her eyes admiring it before she moved down to your clothed cunt, her hand groping it.
“you’re soaking,” she hissed, pressing her fingers down onto your cunt. “so sensitive and easy for me.”
“please, cassie,” you whined, rutting your hips forwards, pleading and begging. “please don’t do this to me.”
“do what, baby?” she questioned, pushing your black lace panties to the side, and her fingers dipped between your folds as she looked directly at you. “you don’t want me to do this?”
you whined and whimpered, your body squirming for her to do a bit more to you, to give you anything that would release the high you were feeling.
“you’re making a mess on my fingers. you hear that, sweetheart?” cassie asked, pushing two fingers in your cunt, teasingly pumping them.
“p—please, please just give me more,” you begged, eyebrows drawn together as your eyes were locked into hers. “i’ll give you anything, just please.”
cassie smirked. “remember how you called me mean only a few days ago?”
“you are mean. you’re an asshole,” you stated, and she pulled her fingers out to give a harsh slap to your aching cunt, and you yelped.
“you seem to like it when i’m mean or you wouldn’t be this fucking wet, basically about to soak my bedsheets,” cassie pointed out, and you tried to close your legs, only for her to force them back open. “you want this or not? if not, i’ll give trinity a call myself and tell her to come get you.”
you knew you were too prideful, that’s one thing cassie loved but hated. you wouldn’t give in easily most of the times, yet it always seemed like she knew the right thing to say, what to do to get you prying yourself open and apart before her.
you sat up for a moment, taking off your dress to reveal your matching lingerie set.
“was this for me or her?” cassie asked, and you only looked at her, shrugging. “use your fuckin’ mouth.”
“i’m too dumb to do that, remember?” you said, and she hummed before she grabbed a fistful of your hair, her nails clawing into your scalp.
cassie spat in your face, and you smiled as she shoved you back down on the bed, moving to her bedside drawer.
you laid there, your heartbeat in your ears, and you stared at the ceiling, trying to gather your breathing, hearing her strip out of her clothes.
only a minute later did cassie appear back in your view, towering over you. she threw something at your side, yet you didn’t look at it, only focused on how she tore off your underwear, the ripping sound of it being loud.
“you’ll need to take deep breaths for me, sweet girl,” cassie warned, her hands on your knees as she brought them up against your chest, and tied your ankles together with duct tape. “give me your hands.”
you didn’t notice your hands were trembling when you slowly let her grab them, allowing her to make you hold a vibrator while she tied up your wrists together.
cassie was methodical and patient; she would sweetly torture you, turn your brain into mush and make your body numb, all as an act of revenge, but a reminder that you would could never, ever leave you.
she put your bonded wrists in between your thighs, making sure the vibrator was pressed to your cunt. your knees remained pressed to your chest as you tried to look at what she was doing, feeling a cold, wet sensation being rubbed around your secondary area.
fuck. oh fuck.
a thick silicone tip was pressing up on it, and cassie kissed the side of your head. “breathe for me — and you know our safe word. okay?”
“okay, okay,” you answered, taking in a deep breath that into a loud, shaky gasp as her strap crept its way deeper into your ass. “oh my fucking— fuck, fuck!”
“tell me when to move,” she said, staying still in you, and you nodded, your breaths shuddering in your ribcages.
“please, cassie. please,” you cried, and she hummed, clicking the vibrator on to the highest setting as she carefully thrusted herself into you. your body trembled, your ass being split open by cassie, noticing how she took joy into the brutal pleasure.
“what would alex think if she knew you were here right now? getting fucked by me?” cassie asked, her pace turning increased, and your only response was a whimpered cry.
your eyes fixated on cassie moving to your side again to pick up something else, only for it to be your phone. you couldn’t grab it, take it away, and you knew she was filming this moment.
“tell alex you’re a stupid girl,” she said, putting the phone close to your face. “be a good girl, i know you can say it.”
“i—i’m a stupid girl,” you whined, the older woman taking in sweet joy to how you were looking already fucked out. “i’m so fucking dumb and stupid.”
“and you love my cock, don’t you, baby? c’mon, tell her,” cassie told you, her strap brutalizing your ass as she fucked it rougher into you.
“i love your cock s’much, cass. ‘s so good, i love it,” you mindlessly babbled, and she grinned, cooing at you.
“i know you do, honey. i know,” she softly said, a faux smile playing on her lips. “you can take all of it, can’t you?”
“i will, just for you,” you cried, and she hummed, ending the video, throwing the phone back on the bed. “f—feel like i’m gonna cum, please let me cum.”
“oh baby, i’m not going to let that happen,” cassie assured, shaking her head. “you think i’m mean? i’m going to show how fucking awful i can be.”
her hands cupped around your waists, her nails penetrating into your nails as her cock was full in your ass, letting it disappear completely with each thrust.
a mix of wanton noises emitted from the base of chest through your mouth, your hands sweating around the vibrator as tears fell down your cheeks from overwhelming pleasure.
the sound of her hips smacking against your skin echoed off the walls, the entirety of her bedroom tainted with sounds of sex and sweet vices, your cunt’s juice dripping down to your ass.
“please, please! i’ll be so good, i won’t leave again,” you hiccuped, choking on your tears. “i need to cum, i want to.”
“dumb girls don’t get to cum,” cassie panted, her eyes fixating on your ass being gapped open from her cock. “fuck, this is such a pretty sight to see.”
your body was vibrating, almost like it was overdrive and on fire, not knowing what was exactly happening. you tried to suppress your climax, yet it threatened to be released, not knowing if you could last just two more minutes.
she let two fingers dipped inside your cunt, pumping them at the same pace that her cock was going at in your ass, and your body shivered, your back arching.
it felt as if electricity was burning on your body and against your skin, the older woman’s cock claiming and immensely damaging you
cassie’s body pressed up on your legs as she hovered you, her forehead pressing against yours, fixating on looking at you while she rammed her cock into your abused ass, placing a kiss to your cheek.
her fingers continued to be curled further into your sopping cunt, hearing how cassie moan at how you tightened around her fingers, and were easily coating them with your juices.
“i can’t hold it anymore, just please,” you sobbed, and she mockingly frowned, laughing at your tears. “cass, it’s too much!”
“how much do you need to cum, baby? tell me,” she said, a hence of genuine curiosity laced into her voice.
“so much, please. i’ll do whatever you want.”
“tell me you’re my girl. my only girl,” cassie stated, and your eyes widened, the words trapped in your throat. “you’re my girl, right?”
you couldn’t tell if the sex and edging how gotten to your brain, because you couldn’t even prompt up with second chance or anything else to say before you were incoherently babbling.
“i promise i’m your girl. i’m your girl, i’m your girl,” you rambled, your climax pressuring against your cunt, and onto her fingers. “fuck, i’m gonna cum!”
“make a fucking mess, sweetheart. i know you can do it,” she insisted, and you nodded, your body recoiling itself but squirming as your high came out and crashing down on you. “there you go— fuck, you’re such a good girl for me.”
“cassie, cass!” you cried out, and she groaned, kissing your tears. she turned off the vibrator, letting herself stay still over your body, giving you a moment to gather yourself.
sweat puddled itself on your body, and you felt sticky, your vision coming back to normal focus, your eyes adjusting entirely on cassie.
“there you go. you’re okay, sweetheart,” she softly spoke, kissing your temple. “i’m going to slowly get out, alright?”
you only nodded, softly hissing as she pulled herself out, and took off the strap. cassie ripped the tape off of your wrists and ankles, slowly pulling it off your skin and tossing it onto the floor.
“you’re okay, it’s okay. we have to get you cleaned up, and to bed,” cassie said, and you sniffled, your arms wrapping around her neck the second she picked you up into her arms.
the night went on gently beautiful; cassie sat behind you in her bathtub, washing and rinsing you off, drawing stars on your back with her finger — the soft intimate touch that she always did, and you were back in the same position you were always going to be in.
you held in your next wave of tears, your body becoming pudding in her arms as she held you close, and for a moment, you let yourself believe she loved you in some sick way, and she wanted you beyond this mass confusion and complications.
for this night, you could be hers, and you would let her treat you like that.
after getting out of the bath, she dressed you into an old band shirt and her sweatpants, gave you some water and medicine, tucking you into bed. it didn’t take her long to get in next to you, and for her to pass out.
you were nevertheless exhausted and absolutely fucked out — but you couldn’t sleep.
the guilt sat in the pit of your stomach, and you silently sobbed.
almost an hour and half after cassie passed out, you looked at the clock to read nearly four in the morning.
you pushed yourself out of her bed, using the flashlight on your phone to pick up every part of your clothes, your shoes, and your purse.
your feet softly padded against the floorboards of her home, putting on the pair of slipper boots she owned, and stepped back outside, the spring weather of pittsburgh hugging you.
you unlocked your phone, seeing missed but worried messages from alex, and vomit filled your throat. you went to your call log, and clicked on trinity’s contact immediately, bringing up the ringing phone to your ear.
it took only a couple of rings before she picked up.
“hello? what’s going on?” trinity groggily answered. “are you okay?”
“trin… i fucked up really bad,” you mumbled, on the verge of tears all over again. “i fucked up, and i seriously need all your guys help this time.”
trinity was quiet for a moment, hearing some shuffling on her side of the call. “okay, okay. we’re here, it’s okay. i’ll come pick you up.”
you didn’t have to tell her where you were, she knew. your friends would always know, and they’d have to pick you back up all over again, only waiting until it was a matter of time when cassie would unravel you all over again.
cassie mckay reassuring intern!reader that they are doing a good job when they get overwhelmed & cassie noticing how flustered they get when she rubs her hand up and down their arm & calls them pet names
cassie mckay comforting reader in a supply closet with her fingers in their scrub pants 😇😇😇 and calling them baby etc etc hehe
"Don't worry about it. You're doing a great job. I fucked up so many times the first day. One little screw-up doesn't change how talented you are," Cassie gives you a kind smile and squeezes your bicep, noting that sharp intake of breath you do when she slides her hand to your back. She watches your eyes look everywhere but hers as you respond to her.
"Thank you, Cassie," you mumble, cheeks turning pink from her praise. You get this deer in headlights look when she pats your back. It's like every little touch from her sends a shock wave rippling through your body. Not to mention this other tingly feeling you get when she praises you...
"It's normal to get overwhelmed, especially when your patient is kind of a dickhead. But you learn to get through it. You handled the situation well, baby."
Cassie gets a curious look on her face as she watches you smile at the ground, your cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink.
she always notices how you tense up when she rubs your arm up and down. you avoid eye contact with her, opting to glance at her lips, while she reassures you about your hard work. she almost reassures you like she's talking you through it....you can't help but squirm and get all flustered because of it. all you can imagine is cassie whispering these words in your ear, but with her hand on your chest, not your arm.
she's touchy with you!!! always greets you with a pet name and touches the small of your back, stands a little too close when she talks to you about her day, always gives you a tight, long hug before you leave...
cassie leading you to somewhere nice and quiet when she notices you getting overwhelmed, not even realizing she locked the supply closet door because you're stressing out about whatever. she cups your face with her hands and says, "calm down, baby," her thumb gently stroking your cheek. you get so fucking flustered that you can't even think properly. you don't even remember why you were overwhelmed in the first place as she praises you for doing a good job. you're staring at her, all doe-eyed and dumb, turning into putty as she strokes your face.
"You think this'll help calm you down?" Cassie whispers, slowly trailing her hand down your body. She watches your throat bob up and down when her fingers brush against your crotch as she unties the strings to your scrub pants. Her fingers slip past the waistband, and she touches your crotch. Your very wet crotch.
You let out a gasp, hips involuntarily pushing into her hand. Your lashes flutter when her fingers press against your clit, rubbing in small circles. Sighing, you let your body melt against the wall, head making a small thudding sound as you throw it back.
"That's it, baby. Let me take care of you," she whispers, pushing your panties to the side and rubbing a finger against your hole.
You gently moan out her name, making Cassie's stomach flip and heat up with pleasure. She lets out a little shudder and shaky breath as she slides a finger into your hole, getting all lightheaded from the tight grip you have on it.
thinking of cassie breathing hard against your lips while she fingers you, moaning quietly into your lips at the sound of your wetness squelching as she scissors her fingers inside of you. she's calling you "baby" and getting you flustered again, and you're so sure she can feel you clench around her fingers whenever she does it. you can tell by that grin on her face. she makes you cum so hard, you have to muffle your moans into her neck so no one knows what both of you are up to in here. her fingers stay inside of you while you come down from your orgasm, and she shushes you when she pulls out to clean them off.
needless to say, the supply closet is where cassie comforts you whenever you get overwhelmed <3
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“Oh, fuck, right there...”
Dana works harder at the knot in your shoulder, digging her thumbs in just right. You groan again, your face buried in the pillow as you lie face down on your bed. You’ve been stripped of everything, hair still damp from your shower. Dana is insistent on getting you to fully relax tonight— it had been an awful shift today.
You’d lost a young girl to severe anaphylaxis, having done quite literally everything in your power to save her. You’d texted Dana with two hours left of your shift, asking her to run to the store for comfort food since she’d had the day off today.
She’d gone the extra mile, of course, worry etched into her features the moment you’d dragged yourself through the front door. She’d led you to the shower, washed the grime of the shift away from you and— with the softest look in her eyes— told you to relax and let her care for you tonight.
You’d wanted to be good tonight, to relax, but the weight of her against your thighs, the feeling of her naked flesh against your own, was almost too much.
Your body involuntarily twitches as she brushes a sensitive spot on your neck, pressing your face into the pillow to suppress a whimper.
“What’s wrong, baby?” She asks softly, gathering your hair to pull it away from your neck so she can lean down and brush her lips against the bared skin.
“Nothing-” Your reply ends in another choked sound as your body twitches again at the feeling of her hips pressing forward into the swell of your ass.
“Doesn’t sound like nothing, sweetheart.” She murmurs— her smirk evident in both her voice and the brush of her lips. “Tell mommy what you need.”
The word alone unravels something in you. You turn your face just enough to breathe properly, cheek pressed to the pillow, fingers curling into the sheets.
"Dana-"
"Mm?" She doesn't stop. Her hands slide from your shoulders, tracing the line of your spine with deliberate slowness, like she has all the time in the world. She knows she does.
"You're not- this isn't relaxing."
A soft laugh, low and warm, vibrates against your shoulder blade where she presses a kiss. "No?"
"No."
"And yet-" Her palms spread wide across your lower back, thumbs drawing small circles into the dimples there. "You're not asking me to stop."
She’s got you there— your grip on the sheets tightens.
She leans down fully, her chest warm against your back, her lips finding the shell of your ear. Her voice drops to something darker, dripping with lust and want.
"You carry so much, baby. Always taking care of me, being my good girl." Her fingers brush your hair back from your face, gentle now, achingly so. "Let mommy take care of you tonight." She pauses, her lips grazing your temple. "Can you do that for me, baby? Just let go?"
The tenderness in it breaks something loose in your chest. The grief of the shift, the weight you'd walked in carrying, begins to soften at the edges.
You exhale slowly and turn over beneath her. Your eyes focus on her face, her blonde hair falling from behind her ears, her hazel eyes sharp and focused solely on you.
Your hands slide up her outer thighs, where she’s straddled on you, your fingers squeezing a handful softly. “Yes, mommy.” Your voice is soft and yielding, dripping with that syrupy submission.
You watch the shift in her— her eyes grow darker as her pupils widen, lids drooping into that domineering stare that makes your insides turn to liquid, her body language shifting so it feels like she’s looming over you instead of just sitting on you.
Her hands find your face, cradling your jaw in both palms, thumbs stroking along your cheekbones with a gentleness that stands in sharp contrast to the hunger in her eyes.
"Good girl." She purrs, and the praise lands somewhere soft and deep in your chest.
She takes her time. That's the thing about Dana— she always takes her time when it matters. She leans down slowly, letting you feel the full weight of her intention before her lips finally find yours. The kiss is unhurried, deep, one hand sliding back into your still-damp hair. You feel the tension you'd been holding in your jaw begin to dissolve beneath her mouth.
She hums as she feels you relax under her, pulling away just enough to speak. “Where ya at tonight, pretty girl?”
“Seven.” You murmur. You came up with this months ago– essentially a pain scale, but emotional. It helped establish just how far you’d want to get out of your head in the moment— how distracted you needed to be.
She hums her response again, kissing you once before sitting up again. “Hands on the headboard. Don’t move them.” She climbs off you as you obey, pulling open the drawer next to her side of the bed. She digs around for a few moments before pulling out one of your many silicone vibrators. You know she’s arching her back on purpose, your eyes landing on the curve of her ass and traveling down to the space between her thighs.
Setting it down next to you on the bed, she taps your thighs, signaling you to part them for her. You’re already slick, your body responding readily to her. Her hands trail up your thighs, pushing them a little wider.
“Look at you.” She breathes, more to herself, her gaze zeroed in on your pussy.
You no longer feel bashful around her, letting her drink in the sight of you, your muscles clenching around nothing. She loves seeing you so wrecked, a soft groan leaving her before she’s leaning down, flattening her tongue to run it up your slit.
The heat of her tongue is a sharp, grounding contrast to the cold numbness that had been slowly curling around the outer edges of your consciousness. Every lap, every deliberate press of her mouth against you chips away at the image of that hospital room, trading sterile white lights with the warm, amber glow of your bedroom. You let out a shaky breath, your fingers tightening against the headboard, your body arching to meet every one of her teasing touches.
“I’ve got you, baby.” Dana whispers against your skin, her breath hot and damp. “Nothing matters but this.”
She blindly searches for the vibrator, unwilling to pull herself from the space between your legs. She turns it on, letting the sound warn you before she trails it up the inside of your thigh, the low vibrations somehow radiating directly to your clit. She keeps it there— teasing you even as she continues running her tongue between your slit, collecting the arousal that has begun to drip from you. You’re starting to drift into that weightless headspace, your earlier ‘seven’ starting to feel like a ‘five’ as your thoughts turn into nothing but static and the feeling of her tongue.
You let out a choked gasp as she pulls her mouth away, replacing it with the vibrator.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl.” She coos lowly, her free hand spreading your labia a little more. “Does that feel good?”
You whimper softly, your thighs shaking from the intensity of the vibrations, even with the toy set on low. “Yes, mommy.” Your words are almost unintelligible, already lost in the sensation.
Dana tuts softly, pressing her lips to your inner thigh as she grins, pressing the vibrator a little harder against your clit. “Already so worked up, huh? Jesus, you look so good right now.” Her eyes flicker back and forth between your cunt and face, her gaze sharp and hungry.
Your body is her instrument– she knows you far too well. You’re already on the edge– the expert use of her tongue combined with the vibrations has your hips lifting off the bed as you chase your release. You open your mouth to ask, but she’s already there with the answer.
“Whenever you want, baby. I’ve got you.” She turns it up another speed, pulling a wrecked sound from you.
Your orgasm is low and slow, burning out from your clit as you choke on a cry. Your body tenses as you crash over the edge, fingers wrapping harder around the metal poles of the headboard. Dana pulls the vibrator away from your clit, replacing it with her tongue as your hips roll, drawing out your orgasm with her warm and wet mouth. Your hands have somehow ended up tangled in her hair, pressing her closer as you writhe through it.
You finally still, heart beating wildly in your chest as Dana’s hands smooth up and down your thighs. You pull your fingers from her hair, smoothing through the silky threads, giggling shortly as her lips press just above your mound. “Thank you.” You breathe, your eyes cracking open to look down at her.
“Oh, I’m not done with you, sweetheart.” That cocky and self-assured grin you love so much tips her lips, and your heart somehow hammers faster.
“What?” You croak, lifting your head and letting it drop again.
Her grin turns more feral as she sits up, tossing the messy vibrator to the bedside table. “You moved your hands.” She says matter-of-factly. “Told you not to. Something has to be done about that.”
You groan playfully, letting your head roll back against the pillow. “Dana.” You draw out her name in a whine, though you’re already grinning. The clouds that had been hanging over you seemed to dissipate completely, leaving you relaxed and aching for more.
You jolt as she climbs up your body, taking you into a messy kiss. You can taste yourself on her tongue, and it sends your body buzzing again, your moan mingling with hers.
She shifts her leg between yours, pressing her thigh down hard against your sensitive clit, jolting you again.
"Fuck." You gasp against her mouth, your hips jerking involuntarily at the pressure. Everything is still so sensitive, every nerve ending lit up and raw from your first orgasm.
"Language." Dana chides, though her voice is thick with amusement. She grinds her thigh against you deliberately, watching your face contort with pleasure. "What do we say?"
"Sorry, mommy." The words tumble out breathlessly, and you watch her smile in mute satisfaction.
"That's better." She murmurs, her hands sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts. "Now, about those hands..."
Before you can respond, she's reaching up to grab both your wrists, directing them to the headboard with one hand. The position arches your back, pressing your chest up toward her— you exaggerate the arch just a little, offering yourself.
"Keep them there this time." Her voice drops lower, authoritative. "Or I stop. Understand?"
You nod quickly, fingers already curling around the frame above your head again, determined to obey this time.
"Use your words, baby."
"Yes, mommy. I understand."
"Good girl." The praise sends warmth flooding through you, and she rewards you by rolling her hips, grinding her thigh against your oversensitive clit in slow, deliberate circles. She releases her grip on your wrists, planting her hand beside your head. You can feel her responding wetness against your own thigh, the knowledge of what you do to her making you squirm even more.
The sensations are almost too much– you're still coming down from your first orgasm, and every touch feels electric, sending sparks through you. Your body doesn't know whether to chase the pleasure or pull away from it, leaving you trembling beneath her.
Dana's free hand maps your body with purpose– tracing your collarbone, palming your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it peaks under her attention. She takes her time, observing your every breath and twitch.
"You're so beautiful like this." She says softly, her eyes roaming over you with something that looks like reverence mixed with hunger. "All spread out for me, trying so hard to be good."
"I am good." You manage, though your voice wavers enough to break through your pout.
"You are." She agrees, leaning down to capture your nipple between her lips, her tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. "You're my very good girl."
The combination of her mouth on your breast and her thigh grinding against your clit has you gasping, your hips starting to move on their own, seeking more friction. Your hands flex above your head, desperate to touch her, to pull her closer, but you force them to stay put.
"Oh, there you go, baby. Take what you need." Dana encourages, releasing your nipple with a soft pop before moving to the other one. "Ride my thigh. Show mommy how much you need it."
You whimper at her words, your hips rolling more insistently now, chasing the building pressure. It's different from the first orgasm– this one somehow builds faster, sharper, your body already primed and sensitive.
Her hand slides down your body, fingers trailing over your stomach, making your muscles jump and contract.
"Where are you now?" She asks, her voice gentle even as her thigh presses harder against you.
"Three." You gasp out, maybe even a two. Your mind is blissfully empty except for the sensation of her– her weight, her warmth, her presence surrounding you completely. The hospital, the grief, the girl you couldn't save– it all feels distant now, like it was days instead of hours ago.
"Perfect." Dana’s voice thrums against your breast, her hand sliding lower, fingers ghosting over where you're grinding against her thigh. "You're doing so well, sweetheart. Can you feel how wet you are? Soaking my thigh."
The filthy observation makes you moan, heat flooding your cheeks even as your hips buck harder. She's right– you can feel how slick you are, how easily you're sliding against her skin. It’s obscene and dirty, yet you can’t stop yourself from moaning and pressing harder against her.
"I want you to come for me again." Dana says, her voice taking on that commanding edge that makes your stomach flip. "I want you to come on my thigh like the needy little thing you are. Can you do that for mommy?"
"Yes," you gasp, your whole body tensing as the pressure builds. "Yes, mommy, I can-"
"Then do it." She leans down, her lips brushing your temple. "That’s it, baby. Let go."
Her hand presses between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and circling it in tight, precise movements that have you seeing stars. The dual sensation of her fingers on your clit and her thigh pressing them harder against you is overwhelming.
"Dana-" Her name comes out as a broken cry, your hands fisting so hard above your head that your knuckles turn white. "I'm- I'm-"
"I know, baby. I've got you." Her voice is steady, grounding, even as she works you higher. "Let it happen. Give it to me."
Your second orgasm crashes over you harder than the first, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your body arches off the bed, every muscle pulled taut as pleasure rolls through you in waves. Dana's fingers don't stop, drawing it out until you're shaking, until you're not sure where one wave ends and the next begins.
"That's it, that's my girl." Dana's voice filters through the haze, proud and warm. "So beautiful when you come for me."
When the waves finally subside, you're gasping, boneless, your body twitching with aftershocks. You expect her to give you a moment to recover, but instead, she's sliding down your body, her intentions clear.
"Dana, wait-" You start, but she's already settling between your thighs, spreading them wide.
"Shh, baby. Mommy's not done with you yet." Her breath ghosts over your oversensitive flesh, making you whimper. "You can take one more for me, can't you?"
"I don't- I don't know if I can-" Your voice is shaky, uncertain. Everything feels too sensitive, too raw.
"You can." She says with absolute certainty, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. "And you will. Because you're my good girl, and good girls take what mommy gives them."
Before you can respond, her tongue is on you, lapping at your entrance where you're dripping wet. The sensation is intense, almost painful in its pleasure, and you cry out, your hips trying to jerk away from her mouth.
But Dana's hands are firm on your thighs, holding you in place as she works you over with her tongue. She's relentless, alternating between broad strokes of her tongue and focused attention on your clit, reading every twitch and gasp to know exactly what you need.
"Too much," You whimper, your hands still obediently above your head even though every instinct is screaming at you to push her away. "Mommy, it's too much-"
"I know what you can take." She murmurs against you, the vibration of her voice sending shockwaves through you. "You're doing so well, baby. Just a little more."
She seals her lips around your clit and sucks, and you nearly scream, your back arching off the bed. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain, your body not sure whether to chase it or retreat from it.
Then her fingers are there, teasing at your entrance, and you know what's coming.
"Please-" You're not sure if you're begging her to stop or to continue, your mind too hazy to form coherent thoughts.
"Please what, baby?" She asks, pulling back just enough to speak, her fingers still circling your entrance teasingly.
"I- I don't-" You can't finish the sentence, can't articulate what you need.
"That's okay." She soothes, pressing a kiss to your thigh. "You don't have to think. Just feel."
And then she's pushing two fingers inside you, and the stretch is perfect, filling you in a way that makes your eyes roll back. She doesn't give you time to adjust, immediately curling her fingers to find that spot inside you that makes you clench and flutter and melt.
"Oh god-" You choke out, your whole body tensing.
"Not god, baby." She corrects with a wicked grin you can hear in her gravelly voice. "Mommy."
She sets a steady rhythm, her fingers pumping in and out of you while her mouth returns to your clit. The dual sensation is overwhelming, pleasure building impossibly fast despite how sensitive you are. Or maybe because of how sensitive you are.
"I can't- mommy, I can't-" You're babbling now, words spilling out without conscious thought.
"Yes, you can." She insists, her fingers moving faster, harder, twisting and scissoring inside of you with each thrust. "You're going to come for me again, baby. I can feel how close you are."
She's right— you can feel it building, that familiar tension coiling tight in your belly. But it feels different this time, more intense, almost frightening in its magnitude.
"Mommy-" It comes out as a sob, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation.
"Let go, baby. I've got you." Her voice is steady, anchoring you even as she pushes you higher. "Don’t fight it."
You don’t feel that edge this time, that moment before the crash– there’s no coiling tension, no warning. One moment you’re trembling on the edge of too much, and the next you’re gone. Your third orgasm pulls you under before you can draw your next breath, your hands locking up around the headboard. Your body seizes as it crashes through you, wave after wave, your mind completely blanking.
You come back slowly, your chest heaving. Dana’s fingers have gentled, but her mouth stays insistent on your clit, her tongue flicking back and forth over the engorged flesh. You cry out as your hips jolt again.
"Please-" You're blabbering, your mind catching up, your body still shaking uncontrollably. "Please, mommy, I can't- it's too much-“
But she doesn't stop. If anything, her fingers begin to move faster, her tongue more insistent, pushing you past the point of comfort into something that almost feels transcendent. The pleasure is so intense it's unbearable, your body caught between trying to chase it and trying to escape it.
"One more," Dana demands, her voice muffled against you. "Give me one more, baby. I know you can."
"I can't-" You're fully crying now, tears streaming down your face, your body trembling violently. "Please, I can't-" You want to move away from her, to pull your hips away, but her fingernails digging into your hip keep the impulse at bay.
"You can." She insists, and there's something in her voice— that absolute certainty, that unwavering confidence in you— that makes you believe her.
She adjusts the angle of her fingers, pressing harder against that spongy spot inside you, her tongue relentless on your clit. The pleasure builds impossibly higher, your body wound so tight you think you might break.
"Come for me, baby." Dana commands, her voice firm. "Now."
Your body follows her command without thought, your muscles seizing. Your fourth orgasm tears through you with a force that has your mouth dropping in a silent scream, your vision whiting out as pleasure consumes you completely. You're vaguely aware that your body is shaking so hard the bed is shaking from the intensity, but it all feels distant, like it's happening to someone else.
Dana finally, finally slows her movements, gently working you through the aftershocks until you're boneless and gasping, your body twitching with residual pleasure. She carefully withdraws her fingers, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs as you come down.
"That's my girl." She grins, her voice full of pride and affection. "You did so well, baby. So, so well."
You can't respond, let alone form thoughts. Your mind is completely blank, floating in that perfect space where nothing exists except the warm glow of satisfaction and Dana's gentle touches. Your hands are still above your head, trembling but obedient, and you feel a distant sense of pride at having kept them there.
Dana pushes herself up your body slowly, pressing her lips to your lower stomach, then ribs and sternum, over your heart, to your chin, and finally to your lips. She doesn’t rush it, letting you come back to your body.
She reaches up to gently uncurl your fingers from the headboard, your arms dropping down to the mattress like they’ve forgotten how to function. She chuckles softly, lifting your hand to press her lips to the back of it.
“My beautiful girl,” she murmurs– the quiet praise feeling different than the earlier ones. A wave of pure adoration washes through you, your lips twitching in an exhausted smile.
She settles beside you, pulling you into her, your back against her chest. You’re still trembling slightly, tiny jolts of aftershocks making you shiver. She rests her chin on the top of your head until you stop trembling and your breathing has returned to normal.
You can feel your tears drying against your skin– a reminder of how you’d been taken completely apart by someone who knows you well enough to put your pieces back together again. The thought makes you hum happily, shifting as you press yourself against her, seeking more contact for comfort.
“Hey.” Her voice is soft, the edge completely gone. “Where are you?”
You have to think about it for a moment, like invisible tendrils reaching through the haze as you evaluate yourself. “One,” you finally manage. You’ll never be at a zero, but a one is always an achievement.
You feel her soft smile through the kiss she places on the top of your head, the pride radiating from her, though she’ll never say it out loud in moments like this.
“She was so young.” You break the silence, not quite meaning to say it.
Dana doesn’t flinch, and she doesn’t redirect you. Her fingers trail up and down your arm soothingly, calming your thoughts again. “I know, baby.”
“I did everything right.” You let the defeat show in your words, though you won’t allow yourself to fully feel it.
“You did.” She presses her lips to the top of your head again. “You’re allowed to grieve her. But give yourself time. Tomorrow.”
You take a deep breath, knowing she’s right.
“Thank you,” you whisper. You’re thanking her for everything– for caring for you, for being there, for making sure you’re always okay. For knowing you so damn well.
She pulls you closer, her face buried against the back of your neck as her arms wind around your waist. “Always. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
She separates from you once your breathing has completely returned to normal and your body has stopped quivering. She comes back from the bathroom a few minutes later, a damp washcloth and glass of water in her hands. She helps you sit up, handing you the glass of water which you greedily drink from.
She cleans your thighs gently, taking extra care to be gentle around your still sensitive flesh. You relax back against the pillows, letting out a satiated hum as she tosses the washcloth toward the hamper and slides back into bed next to you.
You turn toward her, tucking yourself into her embrace as your legs tangle between the sheets, your arm lazily draped around her waist. “Hi.”
“Hi.” Her expression softens as she reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, her thumb brushing across your cheek.
She leans to press a lingering kiss against your forehead, your eyes fluttering shut. It feels like a perfect closing to the turmoil of the day– curled up in the arms of your lover, safe and protected, the muffled sounds of the city outside lulling you into a restful sleep.
professor!cassie mckay headcannons .. b/c I’m writing a fic about it and can’t get her out of my head
a/n: it gets a little horny yall.. sorry!
- it’s only a part time gig and she’s still at the pitt most of the week but she takes it because why the hell not? most of her life has been unpredictable anyway
- she shows up to the first day of class in faded grey jeans and an oversized black sweater
- she’s actually an amazing teacher and you think that’s your reason for your obsession towards her because you’ve never really been into girls. But then again.. you’ve never been that fond of any of your boyfriends .
- so why is it that you find yourself trying to find out as much as possible about her and invading her personal space all the time ???
- but the way she smiles at you when you contribute something during class is just too fucking good
- It clicks at some point when you keep showing up to teacher’s hours and she says: “Y’know, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you have a little crush on me. You’ve always had good grades.”
- it’s a joking tone but she’s dead serious. And so are you.
- you fail the next test on purpose. as she passes them back, she doesn’t give you yours. She just lowers your laptop screen and says “You need to see me after class.”
- you act coy for as long as possible but at some point her hand is on your upper thigh
- and you kiss her neck. she stares at you, before grabbing your jaw and bringing your lips to hers.
- you’re trying to be her girlfriend so fucking bad but she always laughs you off and tells you ”I’m your professor, baby.”
- but that doesn’t stop her from strapping you while you’re bent over her desk
- “Hey— honey, you’re gonna have to be quiet if you want me to keep taking you like this.”
- you stop wearing panties to class
- and when you get really tipsy at the college bars she always picks you up, fights off your advances in the car, and ends up submitting to them
- and by that, I mean she’s already fucked you on the living room carpet, the bathroom floor, and in her bed
- the next morning she walks you to campus, keeping her hands to herself but her gaze on you
- she’s not the best with talking emotions but you can tell she’s just as happy to be here as you
- you can’t wait until the end of senior year to just be with her fully <33
You hear Cassie complaining about not getting laid, you suggest to her the dating app you use and her phone receives a very loud notification in the middle of the ER.
tags: smut, +18, cassie is so horny and needy, age gap (reader being such a good younger coworker and teaching her how to use a dating app...), after the shift, semi public (car), nipple/breast play (c receiving), a lot of licking, oral (both receiving), masturbation (r receiving, gn tho), totally reckless driving (yeah for the prev tag...) and you will be biting that scrubs ribbon ofc.
n: found that hinge print and felt like making it be Cassie was the right choice for this moodboard lool, also watched the house tour clip and understood what the song was actually about and went yeah yeah horny cassie mckay
You didn't mean to pry, but when you heard the finest person on your work talking about how she needed to get laid, how lonely she felt lately and how she was solo this weekend, you couldn't stop yourself from interfering.
It was a beautiful plate for you, like someone orchestrated everything at this moment so you could try shooting your shot, see if you had any chances at all with her.
So you take some papers on your hands and take a closer step, close to Samira on the desk, pretending to be too focused on the random information, like you aren't dying to get this conversation going.
“You should try those dating apps…” You started without looking at her, but noticing how she glanced at you and how Samira seemed like she wanted to shoot the two of you dead at this point. “Worked well for me.”
Cassie tapped the pen against a part of the desk, thinking of what she would (or should) answer, about dating apps, at 8 a.m, in her work.
“Dating apps? Yeah… not sure, I think I've never used one of them.”
“I can help you out.” You answered a little too quickly and Samira moved to your gaze. You noticed how that phrase seemed a little strange, especially how quickly you got it, but Cassie didn't seem to mind.
“I guess it wouldn't hurt.” She answered after some moments again, nodding slightly and you moved already going to her side.
When you notice you two are standing on the break room, you are showing how the app work, comparing on how the same app it's on your phone, you make sure to show how your profile look, the pictures you choose for yourself, how Cassie enters the exactly requisites of the type of people you put you are interested in your profile…
You have no idea if she notices and you wish that she would just start to choose the photos she wants to use too, but she doesn't open her gallery and your mind wanders around on what you would be able to see there.
“Oh, I see, and then you just scroll through the photos? But how do I-” She moves her finger on the screen and a huge X appears and it changes to another person profile. “Ah, sliding to the right is when they are cool and then left is uncool.”
“Kind of.” You answer, looking more at her face than what she is doing on the screen that you were supposed to be guiding.
“And like it's everybody in the app going to appear for me then?”
“No, you can change the settings here.” You said as you moved your fingers to tap on her phone, that part you were very interested… “You can set gender preferences and… age range.”
You glance at her, she is staring at the options on her phone, her lips moved a little, unsure, shy, like she can't answer that in front of you.
However, you are looking, waiting, expecting to see the answer.
“Uhm, okay.” She murmurs and shuts her phone off, putting it in her back pocket. “Thank you for the help.”
You give her a small smile and nod, taking a step back as she puts her phone down. “Sure, no problem.”
“I will make sure you know if it works.” As soon as she says she notices how it sounds and she appreciates how she is already at the door when that happens. “I mean- uhm, you know…”
You just chuckles and nods at her.
When a weird, loud and very specific sound suddenly buzzes in the recently opened trauma room, a lot of eyes seem to search from where it came from.
“Wait, what is that?” Cassie asked in the middle of the procedure, her eyes darting from the patient to the floor, like she is searching for what it is.
“It is from your phone, doctor.” Nurse Emma said as her eyes followed Perlah’s hand that worked very quickly but carefully.
“My phone? But I don't-” McKay starts but it's cut from Robinavitch’s slightly mad voice.
“Whitaker, can you see what's in Doctor McKay's cellphone?” He moves his eyes up from the patient to him. “So she can focus here.”
“Sure, sure.”
Whitaker moves from his place, taking the gloves off to pick the phone from Cassie's back pocket, he presses the button and it's filled with flustered cheeks as soon as he reads what made that sound.
“Oh.” He says a little loud, not being able to contain the surprise.
“What?” She asks, not looking at him, too focused, but then moving her eyes out of the patient again when he doesn't speak. “What is it?”
“Oh, no, no, nothing important, doctor.” He smiles like that will help and Cassie stares at him.
“What do you mean not important? I just have notifications for important things, I let the rest be silent, how is that what's in there not important?”
“Don’t worry, doctor, I assure you everything is fine, it's just-”
“Doctor Whitaker, can you just say what it's to her and finish this.” Robby cuts again and nods as he looks around with his arms crossed, one hand scratching his chin.
He stays quiet for a moment, his eyes darting around the people there because now he has to do your job and confess.
"Well, uhm, it's just that…” Your name barely comes from his mouth, afraid to come out, to say it. “I mean, well someone…” He tries to make it better after he thinks about what he has to say. It's not that good to talk about how your two coworkers are apparently flirting with each other. “Liked your profile in this app and..."
“Ok, ok, it's enough, thank you, Whitaker.” Cassie gets so flustered, her face gets red and she feels so warm in the cold room, her neck is burning and her chest feels fuzzy and Robby has to call her name to make her go back to what is happening right now.
And she doesn't know how to act around you for the rest of the shift, she avoids thinking of it, still being so flustered every time she remembers what happened in that trauma room, how now people know she is in a stupid app and how you liked her profile. It makes her want to change jobs.
“Well, thank you for showing how it works, very unpleasant timing though.”
McKay says as she gets closer to you, you are sitting on the computer by the end of your shift, writing and tired.
You don't know what exactly she means by that and she can see it.
“You liked my profile.” She says like it's obvious and it kind of should be.
You move your eyes up from your computer and mutter a ‘yeah’ as a response, remembering, you are almost ready to continue this conversation, but you need to move your eyes back so you can finish this chart as soon as possible and just get out of here.
“To show me how it works.” she completed.
And you moved your eyes up at her again, tilting your head to the side with your mouth slightly open, what? You feel like you want to laugh, at how her face is so confused, how she didn't realize why you did what you just did, it's so funny how she seems so sure that you are showing her how it works by doing that instead of being you clearly flirting.
“No.” You say, containing a smile. “It was to show interest. That's how it works.”
And now Cassie is even more flustered and definitely doesn't know how to properly function, especially after this hour at the shift.
She stares at you, her fingers stop tapping against the table, like she shuts down and needs a second to get back, to reset her system.
“Oh.” she practically whispers. “Okay.”
You smile, moving your eyes between her and the chart, wanting to be sure you get her full reaction.
“You managed to understand how the app works then.” Your voice is filled with some teasing, trying to see if, now that she is aware of your intentions, you got a chance.
“I guess so.” she answers but doesn't look at you, too interested in her fingers in front of her.
“Anything interesting in there?”
There is a big moment of silence, she is thinking of what to answer while she hears your fingers tapping against the keyboard, she has no idea how you are able to keep functioning that well after what you two are talking about.
You wonder if she actually let her profile stay in the default settings and that's why you were able to see her there or if she indeed changed some things, if she explored the possibilities there, if she talked to anyone.
“Kind of.”
“What type of answer is that?” You ask with a chuckle.
“I mean… If I close the app, what’s interesting is still here.”
You stare at the computer screen, the text looking a little blurry now, not because you’re trying to read it and failing due to your shadow making the screen so dark, but because this time Cassie was the bold one.
Your eyes rise to meet hers, she’s still staring at her own fingers, almost embarrassed by the very words she’s just spoken.
And the atmosphere shifts.
Especially because minutes later, when the night shift is already killing itself with work in the ER, you’re almost out of breath in the backseat of Cassie’s car in the parking lot, the windows already fogged up with your breath.
Your back against the bottom seat, she is kissing your neck non stop, a wet mouth on your skin, making you shiver in cold even if you are feeling already so hot inside there.
Your hand goes to the back of her head, fingers sliding between the strings of her hair, feeling how soft it feels in your fingers even at this point in the day, you can feel how you are practically being marked with the kisses she is giving your neck, how the redness grow more and more every time she slightly sucks your skin, how it feels so cold and warm at the same time when she slides her tongue from below your ear to your jawline and breaths against it, how it makes your body shifts beneath her.
She moves up, your body between her legs as she is straddling you, she slides her hands slowly from your shoulder to your waistband.
You stare at her breathless, Cassie's eyes are filled with lust, she pulls the end of your scrubs up, taking off your shirt so she has a better view and more area to work with.
Her hands now go from your hips up to your shoulders, but way more slow, feeling and gripping the skin of your chest, feeling how warm you are beneath her palm, how good you feel under her hand, she slides up and down, her fingers trilling paths on your stomach, teasing with her fingerprints the side of your body, feeling how it slides so well.
And for the way you are feeling, from how she suddenly got so confident and able to put you under her hand, you wonder if she wasn't the one orchestrating this.
So you move a little up too, sitting on the seat with her on your lap, you pull her shirt up as you stare at her, noticing how she squirms just from being under your gaze, you plant a kiss on her collarbone, just in the end of her neck, you can almost feel her heartbeat through your lips.
You look up, she has her eyes closed, breathing deeply so you slide down to her breasts, kissing the skin just above her bra and she gasps a little, her hand going to the back of your head and slightly pressing you against her.
Your hands go from her waist to her back, taking it off as quickly as you can when you notice how eager she is for that.
She starts making way more sounds, when you lick her nipple, when your hand slides and grips her waist as your tongue plays with such a sensitive area for her, her hand even stops putting such a pressure behind your head, she feels too weak to do that now.
“Keep going.” She mutters low, ragged breaths when you stop from kissing and wetting her breasts with your mouth, just because you wanted a little better look from her panting, but she puts you back to work.
Cassie applies her body weight more against you, she wanted to be doing the same to you, touching you everywhere and sliding her tongue in your body, but she feels too good now, her mind is so dizzy, so focused on what you are doing that she can't even think of giving something back at this moment.
And then you put her back against the door, your hand sliding down between the curve of her body, feeling her marks under your fingers, feeling how good her skin feels.
You stop again and look at her, but this time because you are moving your hand in her waistband, feeling the ribbon of her pants in your fingers, interlocking them around your fingers.
She is a little breathless, but she opens her eyes to look at you, her cheeks warm red, the barely lightning of the outside parking lot making it better for you, how she looks, way better than any photo she could ever choose to put in that app and you are seeing it in real life right now.
You stop your hands in her waistband, putting yourself in the middle of her legs, your hands going to her tights as you slide to put your lips to brush against the ribbon of her pants.
She is staring so intensively at you that if it was another setting you would be sure you were almost too close to do something way too bad at your job, but right now she is just way too turned on by you, her red swollen lips parted, it's low, but you can hear her breath, how it's almost difficult for her to do it and you will only make it harder.
You keep your gaze on her, your mouth opening so you can bite the end of the little tie she made, you push with your teeth as you stare at her and you swear you can hear her whimper when you finish.
You pull her pants down with your hands, quickly, urgently and she moans when you finally slide your tongue in her cunt, slowly, around her inner lips.
She holds on too much strength to keep looking at you, one hand going to the door handle and the other to the backseat headrest, trying to not cuss and breathe properly.
Your work on her with your tongue and moves one hand up to touch one of her boobs and the closest hand goes on top of yours, like she is coordinating you on how to properly do it, but she is just too needy, too horny, she needs you more, she wants to be touching you everywhere she can, even if she is totally not able to do much from how you are making her feel right now.
She grips your hand while you move, when you grip her breast and slides your thumb over her nipple, she can feel you and herself under her palm and it's driving her crazy.
She exhales deeply again, moaning your name when your mouth gets so wet, when you feel how she is shifting under you, how she can't contain her mouth anymore.
You can feel how turned on you are too, how warm and wet your underwear feels now, how the fabric of it slides against your sensitive area, applying some pressure and friction every time you move your body as you lick her, practically humping against it without even meaning to.
Her hand goes back to your head when she bites her lips and moans your name, her fingers tightly against your hair, bringing you closer to her and she closes her eyes shut with strength and breathes deeply as she reaches her breaking point.
“Fuck.” Her breath is ragged, almost not being able to understand what she says as she moves under you, trembling slightly and you hear her feet slapping against the other door.
You stare at her, your tongue still working, slowly around the entrance, teasing her at the edge as she is barely able to keep her eyes open at this moment, making dirty whimpering sounds that only makes you want to keep overstimulating her more.
She doesn't say for you to stop, just bite her lips again as her gaze remains on your eyes, her hair messy now, her palm weak on top of your hand and she cusses and leans her hips forwards when your fingers move around the point of her nipple, way too much for her.
She is breathless when she calls your name and you stop, pulling back just enough from her that you aren't touching, but still down there.
“I need a moment.” She mutters out of breath, her head resting awkwardly against the door as she tries to regain her composure.
“Take your time.” You answer smiling a little too bright at her, sitting back up and kind of getting your ego a little up from how good you made her look.
You can't seem to take your eyes out of her disheveled figure.
Your hand goes to your bag, handling her your bottle of water as you let your back rest against the other door now, a more comfortable position than before, your legs touching and up on one another, her body is so warm right now.
“Thanks.” Cassie's voice is low and you smile a little again, she drinks and sighs. “Fuck, we should've went home, I feel like I worked out here.”
“Well…” You chuckle, like she can't remember what happened before you were sitting on the back of her car. “You pushed me onto the backseat…”
She gives a small laugh, like she got caught and it's now remembering things, a little too immersed in what happened to care about shame. “Couldn't wait I guess.”
You laugh at her confession and the car gets a little infested by it, how you two are now chuckling on what just happened.
“I will take you home.”
“Oh, don't worry-”
“No, I think I need you to take me home actually.” She cuts you off and you just accept, you don't mind, of course you don't mind taking Cassie McKay home after eating her out in the backseat of her car.
And when she is with her scrubs on again, in the passenger seat at your side, with a slow pace in the car and one of her hands moves to your thigh, you understand why she wanted you to drive.
Her hand goes to your waistband and your eyes go down to look at it for a second before you move it back to the street.
“Fuck.”
“Just drive.” Cassie says as she slides her hand inside of your pants, already inside your underwear, touching you a little sloppy because of the positions.
She is eager to please you like that anyway and you are really down to see how it goes.
You both know it's reckless, but it's also very arousing at this moment so you don't stop her and she doesn't either.
You didn't notice how badly you needed this until she started moving her hand, her fingers, you moan and exhale deeply as you try to not look down, to see her working on you, you need to concentrate on the stupid street and she is making that so hard.
“Cassie-”
“Too difficult?” She asks, a slow movement, teasing you with it, she shifts a little closer, to the edge of her seat.
“No, keep going.” You whisper with a contained breath.
She smiles and get back to work on you, she tries to not be more reckless and starts touching you in other places but when she sees it she is already taking her seatbelt off and moving to leave a kiss on your arm close to her and then your neck again.
And it gets so hard to a point that you need to stop somewhere on the street and pull your pants down so she can finally let you relieve yourself and stop teasing so much.
You take off the seatbelt after you stop the car, you move your hips up enough just to pull your pants down slightly, she is watching you with a smirk, finding amusing how you couldn't contain yourself, like it was even possible. You spread your legs better, moving one foot up and on her seat so she has better access, glancing over at her with ragged breaths and an open mouth.
Cassie gets down on you, licking and kissing, wetting you and you need to grip the door handle as you gasp, you know it's not be that difficult to reach, she already made you wet and worked up enough when teasing moments ago.
You moan her name and move your hips up when you orgasm and she doesn't stop, just like you did to her, your head goes against the car head rest, one hand to her hair, she feels you trembling against her, the sounds you make, it makes her crazy.
“Fuck, ok, ok.” You mutter muffled, she stops and moves her eyes up to you, a little smile on her face.
“Good to drive now?” she asks as she moves up, cleaning her mouth with the back of her palm as she sits right on the seat, her fingers caressing your leg that is now resting against her seat.
“Give me a moment.” You are now the one trying to regain some dignity and composure.
“Take your time.” Cassie gives you a little smirk again and you almost pass out from how good she looks and how she just made you feel.
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