go forth and have no fear

You had just finished cleaning up your workstation in the kitchen when you decided to stock back up on all of the items you had used that day. It wasn’t often that you needed to bring a cart for a task like this - something that only took a few minutes. This day in particular had been busier than normal, patient after patient, and a large influx of hospital workers who got called in to help with the excess number of patients. 

It wasn’t that Cook County Hospital was slow or small by any means, it just had been one of those days that called for extra help. From what you had gathered - mostly from overhearing some of the other kitchen workers - there had been a mass casualty that swarmed the emergency department. Which of course, subsequently, meant more surgeries, lab orders, x-rays, pharmaceutical requests, and just about everything else in between. One of those in betweens’, unfortunately for you, was food. The cafe was separate from the main kitchen, but they quickly decided they were just as shortstaffed as the main kitchen, so extra help was few and far between. 

Your usual shift was spent prepping patient food, setting up trays, and delivering to their designated floors. That was how you met John Carter - an ER MS4 set on charming every girl in his wake, until he met you, of course. After that, he had hardly looked at anyone else, his eyes always searching for you wherever he went. In the beginning, after running into you and deciding there was no one else he could possibly be interested in, he was dead set on finding any excuse to be near you. John would raid the dry food storage (which was exactly why they had to put a lock on the door) in the hopes of you going in to stock back up on supplies. Other times, he would request a tray for a patient that didn’t even want food, desperate for you to be the one to deliver it. As if fate knew exactly what it was doing, nine times out of ten you were the one to deliver the food. 

A knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts, realizing then that you had been absentmindedly staring at a can of pudding on the shelf for far too long. Slight confusion laced itself through your face, brows furrowed, and lips pursed in mild agitation. There wasn’t much time to slack off and everyone else in the kitchen had been far too busy to go across the hall and grab what they needed. This left you to be the one responsible for the task. You walked over to the door, opening it slowly to peer out only to find the devil himself standing outside. 

“Johnny? What’re yo-” You were quickly cut off as he rushed inside, pushing you to the back of the room. It wasn’t a very large room, but just spacious enough to store enough supplies for the hospital to use. His hands were on you faster than you could blink, both perched on your hips and gripping tight. He leaned in close, his nose brushing against yours as you noticed his heavy breathing. He was nudging your nose lightly, as if deciding whether or not he wanted to dive in and swallow you whole or acknowledge you first. The latter won.

“Rough day, baby. I need you so bad. Benton’s been on my neck all day, it’s a nightmare down there. Please- I just- I need you.” John was practically whining as he begged for you. His cheeks flushing as he started to grind against you. A soft whimper slipped out before you could stop it, and he groaned at the sound. 

“Baby, we’re at work. Someone could walk in.” You knew this wasn’t entirely true, everyone else was busy scurrying around the kitchen trying to keep up with the orders. You’d be an absolute liar if you said the thought of being caught didn’t turn you on though. 

“Never stopped you before.” He gave a slight chuckle at this, likely referencing the few times you had hooked up in one of the on-call rooms, and the one time you gave him a blowjob in the bathroom during your break. But this? This was almost riskier somehow. You blushed and gently slapped his arm. 

“This is different, John.” Despite your insistence on holding off, the two of you knew deep down that you were just egging him on. Teasing him always made sex a little hotter just from the fact that he had to work for it. His hips pushed against yours again, revealing just how tight his pants were getting. John gave a shaky exhale at the sensation, which only made you that much more turned on. You could feel yourself getting wet as he continued to grind his hips into you. He was driving you crazy and he knew it. 

“Oh, fuck it.” You huffed as you crashed your lips into his. John made a sound deep in his throat, relief and excitement radiating off of him as the kiss grew in urgency. You wrapped your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his roughed up hair. With no hesitation on his end, he pushed you up against one of the shelves, cans and bottles shaking from the rough movement. It hurt a little, but the pain had quickly turned into pleasure as you started to tug at his hair. John kept whimpering, though they were slowly turning into groans as you started aggressively pawing at each other. It was like you couldn’t get enough of him, no amount of contact would ease the hunger vibrating through you. A hand once on your hip slithered its way down to the apex of your thighs, reaching under your dress skirt and honing in on your core. Gasping from the sensation, John quickly opened his mouth even wider, swallowing every sound you made. 

You both knew time was of the essence, so what usually would have been a much longer leadup had to be cut way down to avoid getting caught. As if he was reading your thoughts, John quickly lifted the skirt of your uniform, the bubblegum pink of it all balling up in his fists. Matching his energy, you cupped the front of his pants, feeling the growing ache between his legs and getting that much more wet because of it. He flinched at the touch, sensitive like a live wire being teased by a puddle. 

“Johnny..” You broke apart the kiss, whining at him as you stared right into his eyes. They were dark with emotion, pupils blown wide from the pure lust coursing through his veins. 

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” He cooed as he started to rub circles on your clit over the dampened spot on your underwear. You moaned into his mouth as you dove back in, lips mashing, and heavy breathing filling the otherwise vacant air. John moved your panties to the side, heated fingers finding themselves directly on your clit, relentless and fast-paced. With shaking hands, you frantically untucked his button-up, not even bothering with removing his white doctor's coat. You broke the kiss, huffing in frustration at his suspenders before mentally saying fuck it and unclipping them from his pants, the elastic causing them to snap upwards from the relief of tension. John hissed slightly at the tension, but continued with his own movements – deciding to remove your panties from the equation entirely by pulling them down. 

Every movement, no matter how small, was frantic and heated. The both of you were insatiable, hungry for the other like a predator hunting its prey. Finally getting his pants unzipped, you pulled them down far enough to free his throbbing cock. It didn’t matter how many times you had seen his dick, it always made your mouth water. The heightened sense of need, however, made it that much more enticing. It was clear he felt the same way – his cock was twitching, red and angry, harder than you had ever seen it before, and dripping with pre-cum salaciously. 

You reached down and rubbed your hand over your folds, allowing the arousal to coat your hand before spitting on it for good measure. This elicited a deep groan from John as he watched the entire thing. His groan morphed into a moan as you wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking him a few times, your thumb grazing over the tip to add his pre-cum to the mix. He hissed at the sensation, grabbing your wrist to stop you from going any further.

“Shit – baby I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” John’s other hand had your skirt bunched against your hip, gripping your waist like a vice. His forehead was resting against yours, hot breath fanning over your kiss swollen lips. 

“Yeah?” You licked your lips, tightening your grip around him ever so slightly and watching as his eyes rolled back and fluttered closed. You lifted one of your legs up and hooked it around his thigh while he tried to compose himself. 

“That’s it-” John breathed out. He flicked your hand out of the way, taking a hold of himself and bending his knees slightly to line his tip up with your slick entrance. The two of you gasped as he rubbed his cock against your clit, catching on your entrance, your body arching like a knee-jerk reaction. His lips closed the distance, teeth clashing from the sudden impact. Slowly, he pushed in inch by inch – a delicious stretch with high reward. Finally buried to the hilt, you both let out a relieved moan, your head falling back onto the metal shelf behind you. 

Not wanting to waste anymore time, John started pounding into you with reckless abandon, the shelf rattling with each thrust. His freehand was now gripping the nape of your neck, the other now hooked under your thigh to hold it in place. He used this grip as leverage to thrust harder, not caring for even a second about the noise you two were making. The small room was filled with sounds of skin on skin, collective moans, and the lewd noises of your arousal. 

“Fuck–” John panted, the word drawn out as his desperate and blown-out eyes dropped down to where the two of you met. “Shh, shh, I know,”

Your arm flew out to the side, attempting to grasp on to something - anything - but instead finding cans of food. The sudden movement sent cans and boxes flying, but he didn’t stop driving into you, not even flinching at the noise. If anything, it just made the moment even more heated, each second passing leaving you breathless. 

As if on cue, the sound of a cart approaching the door caught your attention. John let go of your neck, his hand now clamped over your mouth to muffle your moans. Both of you stared at each other, eyes wide, skin prickling from the thought of someone coming in and finding you in such a compromised position. But he still refused to stop, not even while more cans started to roll off the shelf, exploding on impact. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as careless whimpers escaped your throat. John’s fingers dug deep into the meat of your thigh as he drove harder. 

“You gotta keep quiet for me, sweetheart.” A broken laugh slipped past his lips as he felt the tight heat of your reaction. 

The cart outside the door changed course, no longer heading straight for the room the two of you were filling with the wet, frantic heat of skin meeting skin. You tightened around him, sending his head flying into the crook of your neck. Carter let out a hitched curse into your shoulder before biting down brutally into your skin. A shrill cry left your mouth, swallowed by the sweaty palm pressing against your swollen drool covered lips. 

“Shitshitshitshit- Sweetheart I need you to come for me. Please come for me, baby.” John whined into your neck, hissing as he breathed in, trying to hold back his own building release. He let go of your mouth, letting the string of moans and cries fill the air between the two of you. His wide eyes met yours, a layer of sweat building right at his hairline, neck flushed as he kept his thrusts quick and heavy. 

“God, John, faster. Fuck- I can’t-” Your entire body was buzzing as you chased your release. The hot band in your abdomen threatening to snap at any moment. 

“Yes you can, yes you can,” He nodded against your forehead, “You can take it, baby. Let - fuck - let go for me.” 

Your vision started to blur, tears cascading down your cheeks as you felt your climax hit you like a train. You clenched violently around him and let out a fractured sob that stole the breath out of your lungs. As you gasped for air, John’s rhythmic thrusts began to stutter. Suddenly, his eyes rolled back, mouth wide as he let out a gravelly moan and emptied himself into you. His body trembled from the relief as his orgasm crashed over him. You both stayed in place for a few moments, John’s head dropping back down to where your neck and shoulder met, his spend dripping out of you and down your leg. 

“John?” 

“Yeah?” He answered, voice slightly higher in pitch. His head was rocking from side to side, trying to shake off the adrenaline crashing throughout him. 

“I think that definitely made the Top Ten list.” You let out a breathless laugh at the statement. His shoulders shook from laughing, head stilling. After a few seconds, he slowly brought your leg down, skirt falling with it as he eased you into a more comfortable standing position. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you brought him in for a passionate but gentle kiss. 

“Thank you, baby.” He whispered against your lips. Your smile stretched from ear to ear, eyes sparkling and content as you gazed into his own. 

“I would say anytime, but I’m not sure how often we can get away with this.” John shrugged at this. 

“There’s always the on-call room,” He teased, nose brushing against yours as he gripped your waist, “Or the supply closet, or the janitor’s closet, or-”

“Okay, okay, smarty pants,” You smacked his arm lightly, chuckling at his mischievous grin, “Go save lives or whatever it is you do.”

You and John broke apart, rearranging your clothes accordingly as you attempted to look somewhat put together. John was still grinning at you, that look in his eyes that told you he wasn’t going to let up.

“Now you’re just being petty,” He lifted his chin up in defiance. 

“Mhm.” You bit your lip. You could feel his come still dripping out of you, dampening your underwear even more than they already had been. The thought of walking around all day with him dripping out with each shift of movement turned you on more than it probably should. 

John’s pager went off suddenly, right as he finished reattaching his suspenders. 

“Duty calls.” He huffed. John moved towards you abruptly, cupping your cheek as he stole a quick kiss. 

“See you tonight?” You called out as he approached the door. 

“See you tonight.” He smiled. He stilled as he opened the door and turned around abruptly. 

“I almost forgot.” His brows furrowed as he pulled out a small slip of paper covered with a sticky note from his coat pocket. He handed you the slip and started back towards the door, walking backwards as he explained what he had given you, his cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. “It’s a script for Ovral since we didn’t - well, you know. I wrote instructions on how to use it in case you weren’t sure.”

His neck cheeks turned an even darker shade of pink. John spun around, almost colliding with the door, and fumbled with the knob before finally leaving the room altogether. You looked down at the paper in your hands, a small giggle leaving your lips as you noticed a particular detailing sticking out. Because Carter was still a med student, he couldn’t prescribe anything without it being signed off first. Mark Greene’s signature graced the bottom of the paper and your neck began to heat up from light embarrassment. The idea of John asking Dr. Greene to sign off on an emergency contraception script was more than funny - it was fucking hilarious. You could picture it clearly - John nervously messing with the pad of prescription scripts as he awkwardly handed it over to Dr. Greene, cheeks red from embarrassment. 

You let out a huff of air as you looked down at the mess you had made during your sexcapade. 

“Welp. Guess I need the mop bucket now.” You sighed, rubbing mindlessly at the mark John had given you.

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John was frantically fixing his hair in the reflective part of the elevator before the doors opened up, revealing the sounds of chaos ensuing in the ED. Taking a deep breath and leaving the sanctuary that was the elevator, he stepped out onto the floor, and made his way back over to the nurses station. A clearing of the throat caught John’s attention, whirling around to find Mark standing right behind him, eyebrow lifted curiously.

“So,” The corner of Mark’s lips lifted slightly, “You get that prescription to your patient, Dr. Carter?” 

“Mhm. Yup.” John cleared his throat nervously, flushed cheeks returning with a vengeance. John sped off in a random direction to go find Benton and escape the humiliation from Dr. Greene. Letting a quick laugh out and shaking his head, all Carter could think was how much trouble you were, but fuck if he didn’t love every second of it.

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