Pervert Activities

“What’s with yous? You're slower than Santos.” Dana grumbled and you tried not to vomit. Her perfume smells mixed with nicotine way more intensely this morning. 

Everyone was over on their hours, sitting at the nurses' stations to chart. You’d abused this moment as the night crew had already taken over the patients. Just trying to breathe, only to hide a wheeze. You’d made it through your shift; that was all that mattered. But you never should have sat here, with all the people who cared about you able to see you like this. 

“Hey!” Santos exclaimed as she was falling asleep, charting. Whittaker’s head flipped up as he’d fallen asleep on the computer again.

“I just need some more caffeine, I’m fine.” You grumbled, feeling as though your body was being pulled down. Perhal and Princess shared a look but walked off towards their nurse handoff.

Dana lingered, observing how you were perspiring through your scrubs. The charge nurse tried to put a hand on your sweaty forehead but you dodged her, causing Robby to look away from the screen to eye what was happening. Moving his glasses down his nose to take in the odd behavior. 

“What’s going on?” He asked, finally lifting the glasses off his face, meaning this problem was big enough for him to pocket them. 

“Kids sweaty and lethargic.” Dana answered not turning to talk to him. The two working like the parents of all these wayward doctors. 

“I’m fine.” You insist, palming the stethoscope thrown over your neck and standing to leave.

“You’re normally the energizer bunny.” Whittaker piped in, as Santos took this time to close her eyes now.

That’s when you smelled the doctor behind you you’d been most antsy around all day. 

“That’s an understatement.” Doctor McKay added to the conversation, and you took a not-so-subtle step back. 

“Ya know I think I just need some sleep, I’ll feel better tomorrow.” You pivoted on your heels, the fever making your head pound annoyingy. 

Your body was sticky and uncomfortable. The cold sweats mixed with your temp just kept climbing. 

You just wanted to go to sleep. 

Cassie’s eyes narrowed at you. 

The two of you had only ever been work buddies, with her clear empathy, and your non-stop energy. It was an easy workplace friendship. 

But neither of you had broken that line and actually hung out outside of work. 

That was on purpose.

Cassie made your stomach flip-flop lately, and you didn’t need the distraction. 

You’d just gotten your official doctor badge, you didn’t need to, Merideth Grey, in this situation. 

Workplace romances were meant for TV, not real life. 

But no one had ever tempted you like Doctor Cassie McKay. 

Fuck those hands, her jaw line, that laugh, her scratchy voice. And you were sure that gold chain was on this earth to make you wet on shift. 

And it wasn’t just physical, you wanted to be apart of Cassie’s life. 

When Harrison came in because Mckay’s ex was a douchebag, the sweet kid was on you your whole shift. 

‘What’s your favorite video game?’ ‘Why did you become a doctor?’ ‘Can you make me another balloon animal from the gloves?’ ‘Do you live alone?’ ‘What’s your zodiac sign? My best friend is Tarus, are you a Tarus?’

And you thought Harrison was adorable, so you hung out with him as much as possible. Letting him eat your special secret snack pile. But that didn’t mean you were ready to be a parent.

Fuck you couldn’t keep your house plants alive. 

You weren’t meant to be anyones anything. 

But while you saw Cassie’s concern, in that maternal sexy gentle way. You hated that you’d be going home to a room for rent and a cold bed. 

“I’m good, I promise. I just need a rest.” You tried again, hoping that sound better, more confident. 

Cassie opened her mouth to reject such a claim but you were already walking away. 

Ignoring the way the whole Pitt watched you disappear. 

You’d finally clocked out, changed into something less sweaty and gross. You hated how the fabric stuck to you, how the air on your skin made you ache even more. 

You couldn’t put on enough deodarent, you just smelled different. Musky like a B.O but more sickly sweet, your headache only worsened with the change in office lighting over the locker room. 

You’d gotten yourself all ready to go, which had taken longer than usual when you decided you needed to sit down for a minute.

The sound of people coming in and slamming that metal locker closed was defining. 

So you slunk with your back out, toward your buddy Doctor Ellis favorite spot. It was private, if not sad that in this society you needed a room like this. 

But the best part, the lights were out and the curtains drawn, peace. 

You took off your bag and climbed ontop of the clean bed, head hitting the crunchy pillow case. The steril sheet felt like drinking hand sanitizer but you didn’t care. 

It was quiet finally, it was dark, and you were alone.

Your converse are still on, but you don’t have the umph to do a thing about it. 

Your eyes close and you finally feel a bit of peace. 

As your body sweats, and the nightmares tear at your mind, you shiver. Teeth chattering in your sleep, body cramping up. 

You're discombobulated, awake enough to know you aren’t at home, but too sleepy to actually get up or understand what’s happening. 

The door opens and closes and you immediately moan as the smell enters the room. 

What was that?

A clean scent, like the best cozy sweater, and sweet vanilla and sugar, freshly baked cookies. God it was intoxicating, and was it - pine? Earthy and comforting down to your soul. 

A blanket was set ontop of you and you jerked at the sensation. 

“Too scratchy.” You groan, unsure of who you are speaking to, but in your fever-riddled brain, you don’t care 

The sound of clothes moving, and then a cotton dark jacket is draped over your damp shoulders, and you moan. 

That’s it. 

“Sweet girl, I’m going to give you a shot, okay? It’s okay, you’re safe. I think you’ve got a flu. When you get the summer flu, your suppressant don’t work.” The calming voice of your favorite doctor tells you and you just humm. 

“It hurts.” You murmur pathetically, your legs curled in against your butt so you be covered by the jacket as much as possible. 

You aren’t thinking clearly as your greedy fingers clutch the jacket to your nose. 

You nuzzle into it like a cat, like an omega, like someone nesting.

You keep your face in the armpit of the sweater as if it’s an oxygen mask. The doctor puts a temp gun in your ear, it clicks and it’s removed, only for the alpha to grumble;

“Oh babygirl, you poor thing.” The words only make you try to make your body smaller. 

“I’ve already got the shot, I-I’m going to push your shorts down just a little, so I can put it-uh against your- uh intermascular. Sweetheart please stop making that noise, this is already hard enough.” The alpha corrects you, and you whimper again. 

Your body is moved rather rougher now, like the woman is trying her best not to push inside of you and knot you on the spot. Your shorts are pulled down past what is needed, your underwear goes the same. Your buttcheek is shown the open air and you both moan in unision. 

You’d made slick, and it was now shining as it rolled over your pussy lips, dribbling down. 

You heard Cassie swallow. 

Now your mind was sure it was Cassie, that smell, those calloused strong hands, her gentleness. 

Fuck that was your alpha right there. 

“I-I’ll get a-” But Cassie couldn’t finish the sentence, the alpha part of her couldn’t let anyone in here. With you? Like this?

Fuck that. 

Her trembling hands steadied as she gave you the shot fast, expertly, plugning it into your muscle and then pulling it out. 

She threw the needle in the sharps container, stepping away for a moment to try to stop her own erection. 

But the smell of you was thick in the small exam room. 

You curled onto your stomach with the sweatshirt and let one of the shirt sleeves move between your legs, you hump it. 

You groan frustrated but delighted that Cassie’s scent was infact on your clit now. 

McKay was on the bed in an instant, huffing and puffing like some big bad wolf. 

Her cock pushing against her scrub bottoms like it would blow your house down.

“Babby I-I gotta pull your pants up.” Cassie insisted, hating herself for reacting this way. She was a god damn doctor, she’d seen plenty of omegas in delirium. 

But this was different; her whole being screamed, MATE.

“Mommy, please.” You gasp, and the doctor’s arms and legs were on the sides of you, trapping you like a cage underneath her. 

The nickname caused her hips to buck up, soiling the scrub bottoms prematurely. 

Fuck that was the first shot of cum Cassie had done in her pants since high school. 

You just looked and smelled that good. 

You tried to lift your butt up to meet her meaty dick, but Cassie pushed your body down. 

“We can’t do this now, shhhhhh,” Cassie explained, letting her body collapse on top of yours. 

The two of you begin to purr at the content. It wasn’t enough; it wasn’t skin on skin, but your fever was radiating to the alpha. 

“I’ve got you gorgeous.” Cassie comforted over and over, as if that mantra was enough. But her cock fell between your ass cheeks and the two of you could have gone mad. The thin clothing the only barrier between mating. 

Your body convulses with pain and needs knocking into one another over and over. 

You shiver and Cassie places her lips on your neck and you go slack, no humping or misbehaving. Your mind re-wiring to submit, Cassie (with more self restraint than she ever had) didn’t bite. Just kissed, your mind going blank, your shoulders fell, and your eyes closed once more.

“Sleep, you’ll feel better in the morning I promise.” Cassie insisted, not lifting her body off of you. 

Ready to protect you from anyone else for the entire night, a good alpha. 

Harrison was at Chad’s; there was no reason to go home. Cassie would behave, would keep you pinned and keep everyone out. 

Your mouth fell open as you let a little snore out. 

Making McKay relax too, eyes closing as her lips stayed on your pulse point. A hound dog stuck on a scent, unyielding. Cassie was practically drooling with the desire to bite you, sink her canines in, and make you hers forever. 

But you had to choose her, Cassie needed it more than anything. 

Your horny slumber wasn’t enough. 

Your body ache is finally leaving from the weight of the doctor, sleeping never felt this good. 

You and Cassie slept on the bed for the whole night shift. Dana told Abbot about the shot and the locked door. 

He winked in understanding, it wasn’t the first time two co-workers figured out they were true mates. It wouldn’t be the last. 

Every now and then, he had a beta cheek to make sure you both were still sleeping, but besides that left you alone. 

You had the best of dreams, with your fever breaking, and your nose still buried in Cassie’s jacket. Her scent surrounds you, her body better than any stuffed bear to snuggle. Your breathing matched, in and out, a perfect synchronization of your hearts.   

You had no idea the dreams of an alpha jerking off between your ass cheeks were real. Or how her knott throbbed until the early hours of the morning. 

You orgasmed in your sleep, oblivious to the effects of the alpha smothering you in you. Cassie licked your neck until it was red and raw, promising that when you woke. 

She’d do more than stop your fever.