(I plan on making this a slow burn so stay with me)
After a tough moment at work, you break down and reveal to Cassie that youre pregnant.
You were kind of a mystery among the The Pitt staff.
Quiet. Soft-spoken. Always polite, but never around long enough for conversations to go deeper than surface level. You slipped in and out of rooms like a shadow, efficient and focused, never lingering, never oversharing.
At 29, you were already an R2, and a damn good one. You handled nearly every kind of patient with calm precision. The med students admired you, thought you were cool, composed, someone to look up to. The rest of the staff respected you. You were dependable. Skilled.
But no one really knew you.
And lately… something had changed.
You’d been more talkative. A little more emotional. Not in a dramatic way,just… different. Off.
You were usually so good at holding yourself together. No one had ever seen you take a break. Not after long shifts. Not after losing a patient. Not even when things got overwhelming.
You just kept going.
Always.
Until today.
Halfway through your shift, everything started to crack.
Robby had yelled at you, loud enough for the entire floor to hear. It wasn’t just frustrating… it was humiliating. A sharp hit to your pride you weren’t prepared for.
Your ears rang afterward. Your chest felt tight. You told yourself to move on, to keep walking, to shake it off like you always did.
But your steps slowed.
Your thoughts spiraled.
And before you could ground yourself again, you turned a corner too fast and slammed straight into someone.
“Whoa—”
You stumbled backward, losing your balance and falling hard onto the cold hospital floor.
The person you hit didn’t fall.
Cassie McKay.
Cassie barely moved, steady as ever, her reflexes catching her balance instantly. She looked down at you, surprised, already reaching out a hand to help you up.
But then she heard it.
A sob.
You turned your face away quickly, wiping at your cheeks, but it was too late. Your body betrayed you, shoulders shaking as quiet sobs turned into something heavier, harder to control.
Cassie froze.
She had never seen you like this.
People were starting to look. Nurses slowed down. A patient across the hall stared. The usual rhythm of the floor stuttered around you.
“What’s going on?” Dana’s voice cut through as she approached, her eyes immediately landing on you, then flicking to Cassie for answers.
Cassie just shook her head slightly, just as confused.
“I don’t know.”
Dana softened instantly, crouching beside you. “Hey, sweets… let’s get you somewhere private, yeah?”
You nodded weakly, letting her guide you up, your legs shaky beneath you. Cassie stayed close, leading the way to an empty room down the hall.
The door shut behind you, muting the noise of the hospital.
For a moment… there was just silence.
And your quiet crying.
Dana and Cassie exchanged a look, both unsure on how to handle this version of you. This wasn’t something they’d ever had to handle with you before.
Dana gently rubbed your back. “Take your time, honey.”
After a minute, her pager went off. She sighed softly, clearly torn. “I’ve gotta go, but you’re okay,” she said, glancing at Cassie. “Stay with her.”
Cassie nodded.
And then it was just the two of you.
You tried to breathe. Tried to steady yourself.
But the words came out before you could stop them.
“I’m pregnant.”
The room went still. A weight thrown off your shoulders.
Cassie blinked, caught completely off guard. “Oh—uh… congr—”
“I can’t do this!” you cut in, voice breaking. “I thought I could, but I was wrong!”
“Hey, hey,” she said quickly, her tone softening as she stepped closer. “You’re working yourself up. Just breathe for a second, okay?”
Her voice was steady. Grounding.
“What’s wrong?” she asked gently. “Talk to me.”
You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to speak through the lingering sobs.
“I did IVF… got a donor… I’ve been planning this for a long time,” you said, your voice shaky. “And it worked. First try.”
Cassie nodded slowly, listening carefully, giving you her full attention.
“And now?” she prompted.
“And now I don’t know what to do,” you admitted, your voice cracking again. “I thought I was ready… I really did.”
“You’re scared?” she asked softly, watching your face.
“I’m terrified,” you whispered.
The word hung heavy in the air.
“I’ve been hiding it,” you continued. “From everyone. I was going to tell Robby today, but then he yelled at me and I just… spiraled.”
You sniffled, wiping your face again.
Cassie took a small breath. “How far along are you?”
“Three months…”
That made her pause.
Her eyes instinctively scanned you, really looked this time. The slightly looser scrubs. The subtle difference she hadn’t noticed before.
“I’ve been wearing a size up,” you added quietly. “Just to hide it. It’s not even that noticeable yet, but… I didn’t want to risk it.”
Cassie nodded, understanding more than she let on.
“Do your parents know?”
You shook your head. “I don’t talk to them.”
Silence settled again, but it felt… different this time. Softer.
You let out a small, tired laugh, rubbing your face. “God…hormones are no joke.”
Cassie huffed a quiet breath, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah…they’re a real bitch.”
That earned a small, genuine smile from you.
For a moment, things didn’t feel so overwhelming.
Cassie looked at you, really looked at you and something in her expression shifted. Less clinical. More… human.
“You’re one hell of a doctor,” she said, her voice calm but certain. “And I’m pretty sure you’ll be a good mom too.”
Your eyes softened at that.
“Thank you.”
She gave a small nod, then added, quiet
“If you ever need anything… I’m here. Okay?”
And for the first time since everything started falling apart that day…
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9 PART 10 PART 11 PART 12
Summary: Meeting the Schemmentis turns out to be quite the event for you.
WC: ~2.25k
You think the move into Melissa’s house is going to be complicated, but she makes it easy. You go through your small apartment room by room sorting through your things. She doesn’t question when you want to keep a stack of photo albums, or your three shelves of books you swear you will read one day, and doesn't blink an eye when you present her with five hoodies of the same design in different colors. She just packs boxes and labels them appropriately.
You finally put Melissa’s easy going attitude to the test when you pull out a hideous sweater that was shoved in the back of your closet. You plan to get rid of it, have for years, you just kept forgetting where you had put it. You turn to Melissa, a soft smile across your lips.
“I think you would look absolutely gorgeous in this, Lis. We have to keep it.”
Melissa’s eyes widen, and she scrambles to find some sort of respectable answer. You let her struggle until finally she blurts out, “That is the most hideous thing I have ever seen. I'm so sorry, mi amore…we can not keep that.”
You burst into laughter throwing it to the donation pile. “I was making sure you weren't just humoring me by keeping things you actually hate.”
Melissa loops her arms around your hips, pulling you close to her. She places a kiss on the center of your chest.
“I love everything that you are putting in our house…but that sweater… we burn.”
You nod through another burst of laughter. “Agreed- nothing that hideous is allowed in our home.”
Melissa smiles pulling you down so your body is flush against hers. “You called it our house.”
“I did,” you grin.
She captures you in a smoldering kiss that has you moaning into her mouth. When she pulls away there is a twinkle in her eye.
“You know we haven't given this house a proper goodbye yet.”
It’s a bit later that you’ve... done the opposite of christen your house. You’ve said goodbye to it in your own way.
“Well, that was great,” Melissa mumbles against your lips as you close the door for the last time.
“We still have to christen your house as ours,” you giggle.
Melissa practically carries you to the car.
Hours later, you’re sprawled out in what is now your bed. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly as you try to catch your breath.
“Jesus Christ, Lis,” you sigh out.
Those green eyes are still as dark as they were when you entered the house. “I’m not done.”
The day that you meet your soulmate’s family is one that you won’t ever forget. It’s the day that you’ve finally finished unpacking everything and setting everything up to a point that you’re fairly certain it’s presentable enough for people other than yourself and Melissa.
“Honey,” Melissa tries to soothe your nerves. “It’s all gonna be okay.”
“Is it?” you ask, eyes widened with panic. You go to fluff the same pillow that you’ve been fixated on for the last twenty minutes.
The redhead takes your hands gently in her own. “It is,” she promises.
“How do you know?” you whisper softly.
As if on cue, there’s a knock on the door.
You feel your breath hitch, and your eyes only widen even further- Melissa swears that you could be put into a cartoon and look normal.
“Just... trust me?” the redhead requests softly as she leads you to the door.
You brace yourself to meet the first Schemmentis to arrive, only to open the door to your surrogate mother and your soulmate’s best friend.
“Hi baby,” Barbara breathes softly as she engulfs you in a hug.
The breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding is released as you practically fall into Barb’s arms. “Oh, thank god.”
“Barb comes to all the family gatherings,” Melissa tells you softly. “And we’ll go to all of hers.”
“I wasn’t going to miss this for the world,” your mentor turned mother whispers as she kisses your temple softly.
You can’t help but relax in her hold. “Thank you for being here,” you murmur.
“Thought you might benefit from having her here,” the redhead tells you gently as she rubs a soothing hand up and down your arm.
You turn to look at Melissa and realize that this woman knows what you need even before you do most times. She is starting to read you like an open book, and the fact doesn’t make you anxious anymore. You knew that when you met your soulmate it would be like nothing you had ever experienced before, but with Melissa it was so much more than that. Being with Melissa was like finding another piece of you, one that had been lost to you for years.
You smile at the redhead before you place a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you Mel, you really did think of everything.”
She wraps her arms around your waist pulling you closer to her. “It’s my job, mi amore. I promise to take care of you for the rest of my life.”
You blush at her words when there’s another knock at the door. Your body tenses in her arm and she places a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I got you, mi amore. If it gets to be too much, I promise, I will kick them out immediately. No questions asked.”
You nod and let Melissa grab your hand, pulling you to the front door. She opens it, and your eyes immediately lock onto her mother- because of course she is the first one to arrive. Ever the matriarch of the Schemmentis, she is never late to an event. Your stomach drops and you grip Melissa’s hand tighter as her mother takes the redhead into a crushing hug.
“Hello, my sweet bambina. I missed you,” her mother smiles then turns to you. “Who is this beauty?”
Melissa beams a twinkle coming to her green eyes that makes your heart melt, “Ma, this is Y/N. My…well my damn everything. My girlfriend, soulmate, love of my life, future wife… all of it and so much more.”
You blush at her words, losing your breath as her mom crushes you into a hug. You wrap an arm around her, and you instinctively melt into her. When she pulls away, she places a gentle kiss on your cheek.
“Welcome to the family, tesoro,” she says tenderly. “I hope you are prepared for pure chaos. The whole family is going to want to grill you with a thousand questions.”
You gulp, but with a simple squeeze of Melissa’s hand and Barbara’s reassuring presence behind you, you know that you are going to be okay. You may not have grown up with a family, not one that you were proud of, but you could build one with the help of the two people who meant the most to you.
Melissa ushers her mother into the house with a smile- but you can tell it’s a nervous one. She’s just as nervous as you are, although she’s much better at hiding it.
As if Barbara can tell that both of you need a moment to breathe, she invites Theresa into the kitchen for a glass of wine. The two immediately launch into conversation.
“You okay?” Your soulmate asks you gently.
You force yourself to nod. “Just nervous.” Then you break out into a grin. “You called me your girlfriend… your future wife.”
Melissa kisses you softly. “I always told my mother it’d take a freakin’ miracle to get married again after Joe, and baby? You’re that miracle.”
“I just… we never really spoke about it,” you sigh quietly, but your future wife can tell that you’re more than pleased with her words. “Girlfriend,” you mumble, testing that word out. “I like it.”
“Well, that’s good, because that’s what you are,” Melissa teases you. “I do have to warn you though… my family, they can be tough; Ma’s included in that.”
“She was just very kind to me?” you question softly.
“We…” Melissa trails off as she searches for words. “We’ve had our differences in the past. I uh, I called her last night and told her if she doesn’t play nice, and the family doesn’t play nice… I’m not giving you up- not when I finally found you.”
“Lis,” you sigh softly, a hand reaching up to cup her cheek.
“Ma hasn’t always been the most accepting,” your soulmate continues. “But you’ll win her, and the rest of the family, over. And if they have a problem with the fact that my soulmate is a woman? They can get the hell out.”
“Mel,” you laugh out nervously.
“I’m serious, mi amore,” the redhead states seriously. She takes you by the hand and guides you into the kitchen, where Barbara already has two glasses of wine poured out for you and Melissa.
“Thank you,” you smile as you take the glass gratefully.
“I was just telling Theresa how lovely the two of you are together,” Barb assures you. “And how lucky I am to have a bonus daughter.”
“It’s about damn time Melly found her soulmate,” the matriarch of the family jokes and nudges her daughter. “And I have to say, Melly: you done good, at least so far. We’ll see how she fits in.”
“She’ll fit in just fine, Ma,” Melissa retorts as she rolls those striking green eyes.
“Let’s hope so.”
“For your sake, yes,” your soulmate grumbles as she gently pulls you into her by the hip.
The comment Theresa makes hangs heavier on Melissa then she would like to admit. You can tell by the tightness in her shoulder, the way that she seems to scan the room relentlessly, and how she listens into every conversation. It does nothing to help soothe the anxiety you feel building inside you. Melissa does her best to not let you out of her grasp the entire night. She constantly has a grip on your hip or is holding your hand. It is the grounding presence you need through meeting the never-ending Schemmenti family. You attempt to remember their names, but you give up halfway through the night. Instead, you focus on the way that Melissa opens up as the night progresses; how smiles as she talks to them, the way her eyes twinkle when she introduces you, the death glare she gives those who question you. She will let no one ruin the happiness that she has been working so hard to create.
You know that some of her family doesn’t approve, but in her presence and under Melissa’s threat they say nothing to you. At first you thought that it would bother you but it really doesn’t. It is the ones that take you in big bear hugs, ask you question to get to know you, compliment you on how happy you make Melissa that matter the most to you. Eventually when the night starts to wind down you feel like maybe you do have a place among Melissa’s family. Maybe not fully, but you are getting there, and that’s what matters. However, as the last person leaves, you are utterly exhausted.
Melissa kisses your cheek gently. “Mi amore, are you okay?”
“Yeah…I just need some love please,” you sigh, curling into her.
“Anything for you,” she replies, kissing your forehead gently. “Our bed awaits us.”
She goes to pull away, but you stay rooted to the spot. She cards her fingers through your hair you can’t help but whisper, “Do you think they liked me?
“Sweetheart, they loved you.”
“How can you be so sure?” you ask, and it’s clear that your insecurities are shining through. “I saw how some of them looked at us.”
“They just don’t always get it,” your girlfriend… god, she’s your girlfriend, states quietly as she begins to guide you to your shared room. “But it don’t matter. All that matters to me is that I’m happy, you’re happy, and nobody is going to ruin that for us.”
You relax just slightly and allow her to pull you into the bedroom. “I love you.”
Melissa hums happily. “I love you too. Now, get some sleep; I know you’re exhausted.”
You can’t help the yawn that escapes your lips. “Thank you for always being by my side tonight… and for inviting Barb.”
“Of course,” the redhead smiles in your direction. “I knew what you needed tonight.”
The two of you are laying in bed quietly, both half asleep, when your eyes snap open. Your breath hitches in a way that startles Melissa out of her dozing.
“What is it?” she practically yelps. In an instant, she’s out of bed with Edith Houghton in hand. Her eyes frantically dart around, looking for the thing that made you jump the way it did.
“Honey,” you laugh as you go to lower her bat. “I just had a thought.”
“A thought made you damn near stop breathing?” Melissa grumbles as she climbs back into bed and wraps her arm around your waist.
“Well, would you like to hear my thought?”
You can feel her nod against your pajama shirt.
“We still have to get through telling your friends at work,” you state.
Your girlfriend takes a fortifying breath. “We’ll get there when we get there. For now, I want to remain in our little bubble and go to bed.”
summary: You thought nothing at The Hex could surprise you anymore. Still, you weren’t expecting the clown. Or the way she watched you. Or the way she fucked.
#wc. 9.2k
Jinx masterlist ⭑.ᐟ
#cw. dom!Jinx x sub!reader, gp!Jinx x fem!reader, outdoor/public sex, exhibitionism, mirror sex, quiet sex, praise, blowjob, penetration (p in v), unprotected sex, creampie, mutual obsession, aftercare, smut with plot, slight dubcon if you squint. MDNI !!
ᯓ★ author's note: is it my best work? no! but i spent too many sleepless nights on this fic to not post it. sloppy-ish ending. proofread at 5am.
Officially, it's called The Hexcore Frights Experience—a name that sounds like it was brainstormed in a fancy boardroom by a bunch of people with a PowerPoint addiction. Something with bullet points. Something with the word "immersive" tossed in like seasoning. It's a mouthful, over-designed, desperate. Like some guy with a clipboard thought slapping "Experience" at the end would make plywood and fog machines feel like theater.
It doesn't.
Mostly, it just confuses little kids—too many syllables, too many missing baby teeth to pronounce the words right. The name gets lisped into oblivion out of sugar-stained mouths before anyone even makes it past the creaking metal gates. So, it morphed into something else. Simpler, catchier.
The Hex.
Technically, it's just a local scare park that's been popping up for the last ten years. One of those cheap seasonal attractions that comes out of nowhere, runs all month, then vanishes overnight before November even hits. There's a logo, barely legible on the peeling banner outside: a grinning jack-o'-lantern with a monocle and a top hat, for some reason. It's built on the edge of Zaun, on a strip of land no one fought over because there was nothing to win, where the air smells like burnt rubber and rain that never fully rinses the place clean. It's dead ground, simple as that—just cracked concrete, weeds, and abandoned train tracks that split the neighborhood like a stitched scar. Too loud for housing, too ugly for retail.
So, naturally, they filled it with horror.
And cheap lights. And actors in borrowed costumes. And fences that shake when the wind hits just right.
And, at some point, Jinx.
She never did like rules. She isn't wired for systems, for schedules, for managers named Carl with coffee breath and spreadsheets. Work was always a joke to her—clock in, clock out, try not to punch anyone before lunch. She drifts through jobs like they're hand-me-downs: ill-fitting, itchy, clearly designed for someone else's body. Minimum wage makes her mean, fluorescent lighting makes her twitchy, and uniforms make her claustrophobic. And telling her what to do? That's the fastest way to lose an eye.
So no, Jinx doesn't want to be employed. She did try, by applying to cafés and corner stores. She tried standing still behind cash registers with a fake smile and a name tag that wasn't hers. She lasted three weeks at a smoothie chain before dumping a mango-pineapple monstrosity down the front of a customer's hoodie—straw and all—two days at a dog groomer's before shaving a Pomeranian into a lion, and one shift at a library before deciding silence isn't just golden, it's insufferable.
She doesn't plan on working this fall, not even as one last stunt before the frost hits. Planning would mean thinking three hours ahead, and lately she's been lucky enough to keep her skull from spinning. She's good at surviving. Good at being strange in a room full of strangers. Good at blowing things up—metaphorically, these days. But not good at showing up. Or behaving. Or belonging.
She's on the floor again, her back pressed against the coffee table as she tries to get herself off, failing spectacularly. She's got her phone in one hand, a half-watched porn tab open—some grainy POV clip with shitty lighting but better moaning than usual—and her other hand wrapped around herself, sticky and flushed and only getting stiffer out of sheer stubbornness. Her boxers are halfway down her thighs as she jerks lazily, but the fan's making the spit dry up too fast.
And that's when her phone buzzes.
It's Vi. No greeting. No context.
Just a photo of a crooked flyer taped to a stickers-covered pole near the docks—half-ripped, a little blurry, in that cheap orange and black print that screams October job opening. The words NOW HIRING — SEASONAL SCARE STAFF glare at her through the pixels, followed by smaller print in Comic Sans promising "competitive pay" and "no questions". The bottom's lined with those little tear-off tabs that have a number on them, most already gone.
One message beneath it: "you'd scare the fuck outta someone. might as well get paid."
"Cockblockin' even from across the city," Jinx mutters, tossing her phone aside and dragging herself up with a groan.
She's not doing that. No way she's spending her nights covered in fake blood and babysitting Topsiders.
And yet, her fingers itch.
Because it's not about the job, it's about the setup. A haunted park that looks like someone's late-stage caffeine psychosis? It sounds dirty, disorganized, temporary, and just unprofessional enough to tolerate. The kind of thing she could disappear into if it just gave her something to do with her nights.
And that? That sounds perfect. There's only so much pacing a girl can do before she starts thinking about lighting something on fire just to feel warm.
She's already up and grabbing her boots before she realizes she's moving, her cock not quite cooperating just yet under tight shorts and fishnets. By the time she gets there, the sun's gone down and the sky over Zaun looks like dirty dishwater. There's no security, just a folding table near the entrance, a stack of forms weighted with a rock, and a guy in a vampire cape scrolling through his phone.
"Name?" he asks, barely looking up, pen tucked behind his ear.
"Jinx," she says. "Short and sweet."
He doesn't even flinch, like it's not the craziest thing he's heard today. "You auditioning?"
"Sure." She shrugs, tilting her head. "If that's what we're calling it."
"You into clowns?"
"I mean, not sexually."
He gives her a half-smile and a waiver that definitely wouldn't hold up in court in response. "Alright. Clown maze's short-staffed. Go inside, show 'em what you got."
That's it. Fifteen minutes later, she's hired. Which means she gets handed a key to the costume trailer that smells like armpits, fake leather, and three kinds of expired hairspray, plus a lanyard by a manager who tells her she can "do whatever the fuck she wants" as long as no one sues.
And yeah, she doesn't want a job. But if she gets to dress like a walking nightmare, crawl out of holes, and scare people until they cry? While maybe getting off to it later in the staff bathroom?
That's worth clocking in for.
She breezes through orientation day like a joke—twenty minutes of safety warnings that include tips on how not to get punched in the face, and a bored supervisor telling her the only real rule of her zone is to never break character. No one cares if she ad-libs or climbs shit she's not supposed to, as long as she stays in costume and doesn't traumatize toddlers with face paint into therapy.
No script, just a persona.
And tonight? She finally gets to let it loose.
By the time her shift starts, the park is already buzzing with strobe lights and teenagers screaming like they're actually being murdered.
Somewhere in that chaos?
You.
The first time you went to The Hex, you were thirteen and too cool to scream. Your older cousin dragged you through the haunted house and you pretended to be bored until a ghost puppet swung down from the ceiling and you pissed yourself so hard you had to throw your jeans away.
You've been going back ever since. First with friends, then with dates, and now alone—like it's your own sacred pilgrimage.
It's not even about the adrenaline anymore. That wore off around age sixteen, when you stopped screaming and started noticing how the walls were built: shabby foamcore layered with blacklight paint and duct tape. You don't flinch at jumpscares when you can spot an actor from a mile away by the way their shoes squeak.
There's comfort in it—the tackiness, the loudness, the ritual of it. You know the map by heart. You could run it blindfolded.
Not that you would. Not with how shitty the floor is.
You start at the food court they call Piltover Plaza, which is funny, considering the only thing posh about it is the churros being slightly overpriced. The smell hits you first: deep-fried dough, cinnamon sugar, buttery pretzels, and something aggressively artificial pretending to be cheese. You always get the tropical slurpee that stains your tongue blue, and the caramel popcorn that leaves your fingers sticky well into the first stop: The Enforcers' Quarters, a prison-themed area with bars and torn jumpsuits, where the words "PROTOCOL BREACH" loop and echo throughout the cold cells. This year, they've added body bags to the showers.
Then it's on to The Madman's Lab. You've never been a fan—mostly because it feels claustrophobic and they shove you through the plastic curtains too fast. It's all severed limbs and twitchy actors in lab coats who scream about unstable serums. You respect the effort, but you never quite remember the plot. You're too focused on the woman in a bloody nurse costume pretending to eat someone's heart.
But the real reason you come? The Shimmer Fields. Out near the edge of the property, it's the furthest zone in the park, shoved against the back fence by the dead train tracks, with vines twisting out of the ground like veins. The theme is loose—something about a chemical spill, experimental tests gone wrong, bodies mutating under the purple haze. The set designers took the word "biohazard" and ran with it… or maybe stumbled. The whole thing glows like a UV-lit wet dream with toxic barrels oozing neon slime that definitely isn't edible, but one time you saw a kid lick it anyway.
You know which fog machine hisses too early and which animatronic hasn't worked in years but still gets reset every night. You've memorized the routes through each maze, tracked the themes, watched the decorations get weirder, cheaper, better. Hell, you've even grown used to the fake blood—sickly sweet, like cherry NyQuil—that clings to your nostrils by the end of the loop. You move through it slower than the rest, not because you're scared—God, you wish you could still get scared by this place—but because you like to take your time, study who's giving it their all and who's clearly stoned in a werewolf costume. You notice the improvisations, the missed cues, the moments that almost work. It feels like a fever dream built on high school drama club sets, but it's your favorite kind of horror: a little theatrical, a little pathetic, a little gross.
And The Hex, for all its obvious flaws, commits harder than most. Every year, some new corner gets added or reimagined, and every year, you're here to take it all in. It's the one thing that doesn't change—even when you do.
Still, for all your affection, you have your boundaries. And The Funhouse? That's always been a hard no for you. Not because you're scared of clowns. Not in the balloon animal phobia, repressed childhood trauma kind of way. You just never understood the appeal. They're loud, unpredictable, exhausting. They don't operate by logic, or narrative, even. They feel like the cheap punchline of horror—too bright, too much, too desperate for attention. There's something inherently needy about them that suffocates you.
You don't like when it's too much.
You don't like when it's unpredictable.
And you definitely don't like being bait.
Which is why you're mildly horrified when your brain catches up and you realize your feet are already inside.
The gaudy archway is low-lit and pulsing with color like a sideshow on ketamine: deep pinks, oversaturated reds, and lime green lights that flicker at a headache-inducing tempo. The air smells like cotton candy gone stale and a sugary kind of decay. There's fog here, too—a staple, so it seems—but thinner than in the other areas, lower to the ground, more like steam than mist, which only makes everything feel sweaty. The floor is a mess of checkerboard tiles deliberately sloping at weird angles, laid out by someone who apparently hates ankles. You adjust your balance like you're navigating through a sinking ship, and every step suddenly becomes a correction.
The mirror tunnel waits just ahead, spinning slow and nauseating, designed to disorient. You hate that thing. It's a space where nothing looks real, especially you. It makes you feel like you're being watched from inside your own reflection. Like if you look too long, something might blink back. There's a ball pit, too, its colors dulled with grime. You'd bet money it hasn't been cleaned since the season opened. Somewhere deeper inside, you hear mechanical laughter looped on a busted speaker. It skips once, then resets, like a jack-in-the-box trying to kill itself.
Everything is still as unholy and overstimulating as you remember.
You think, distantly, I shouldn't be here. This was a mistake.
But that thought's already rotting at the back of your mind, useless now when your body doesn't agree and keeps you moving.
A pair of actors lurches out of nowhere—one cackling behind a latex mask, the other in a blood-stained romper, dragging a prop axe behind them. You flatten against the nearest wall and hold your breath, waiting for them to vanish back into whatever trapdoor they slithered out of.
And that's when you notice her.
Still. Silent. At the far end of the corridor, standing under a sickly magenta light that pulses just enough to cast shadows up her lean body, one leg kicked lazily against the wall.
You spot the costume first, unmistakably clown-coded. It's a fractured spin on a harlequin, a mix of punk and playhouse: corseted bodice in midnight blue, patterned with diamonds and cinched tight where it matters, boning hugging the dip of her waist. One shoulder is bare, blue clouds swirling and winding up her bicep, the other covered by a sleeve of mesh that ripples with every breath she takes. Her pants are jagged and asymmetrical, reminding you of a half-eaten circus tent held together by mismatched belts and safety pins, combat boots laced with neon ribbons. She looks wild and meticulous all at once, like every messy stitch was chosen. Her hair's in two tousled bubble braids, bright blue and frizzing out where the humidity's caught them. There are tiny bells weaved in, and you hear them chiming softly before you realize she's gotten closer. Her features are feminine—sharp jaw, full lips the color of a bruise, blue eyes made bigger by the contrast of her white base makeup, slightly cracked like old porcelain.
You swallow hard. You don't even mean for your eyes to drop. You're just tracing the slope of her waist, innocently following the curve of her body downward, past the glint of metal at her monkey-shaped buckle…
And that's when you see it.
The strange shape beneath the fabric doesn't register all at once, but it's just enough of a bulge to catch your eye, to interrupt the silhouette you were expecting. Your heart kicks hard against your ribs from the devastating fact that she's packing… and she clearly knows it. Your eyes flick back up to hers without thinking, cheeks heating up, but it's too late. She meets your gaze with a kind of wicked delight, like embarrassment is a present she's just unwrapped, and the corners of her mouth twitch upward into something smug.
She cocks her head, slow and birdlike, her teeth catching her bottom lip like she's holding something back. Then, without a word, she shifts her weight with a soft roll of her hips forward. It's a show-and-tell, disguised as a stretch that only pulls the fabric tighter, framing the outline you'd just tried to unsee, like she's parodying seduction just to check if you'll bite. Her fingers twitch at her sides, like she's resisting the urge to really perform, to run a hand down her stomach, or to say something loud and awful. But she knows she doesn't need to. The power's already in her posture, in the quiet confidence radiating off her.
Because you looked, she noticed, and now she's posing like your attention is the spotlight keeping her warm, and you just happened to pause right where it hits her best.
Her gloved hand lifts, and she spins the small prop knife resting between her manicured fingers. It catches the light once, then disappears into a hidden holster, like a magic trick. "Caught you," she says, voice sing-songy, yet hoarse from too many hours on the job. There's a rasp at the edges, like her throat's been worn down by a dozen screams and a hundred jokes. Still, she sounds so pleased with herself—like she's just won a game you didn't know you were playing, and now she's wondering what you'd do for a better view.
A lot, is the answer.
It's supposed to be part of the act, you think.
Probably.
Maybe.
But she doesn't give you time to decide before she moves closer, her corset creaking with the motion.
She's tall—not freakishly so, but taller than you expect, enough to make you tilt your chin up. Maybe it's the boots, maybe it's the way she straightens her spine as she starts circling you. Not like she's sizing you up—more like she already knows your size, your shape, your weight in her hands, and now she's just confirming what she already pictured in her head. Every step is slow and deliberate, predatory in a way that feels personal. She smells like bubblegum and musk, sweat clinging under her costume, but also something spicier, almost warm. The very person leaking through the seams of the act.
You catch yourself staring again.
And she catches you catching yourself.
It's a miracle she doesn't start clapping, really.
"You're not gonna deny it?" she presses, like she's hoping you'll try. "No 'oh my God, what are you talking about?' No pretending you were looking at my belt buckle?"
Your throat goes dry, and your brain empties out like someone hit the reset button. "Would you believe me if I did?" you ask, trying to sound casual. It comes out as a dare wrapped in a cough.
"Nope." Her grin spreads like ink bleeding through paper. She doesn't stop walking—just pivots on her heel, hands in her pockets. "You don't have that kind of poker face."
"Guess I should work on that," you mumble, forcing your gaze down to your sneakers, hoping they'll offer you a dignified exit.
"Guess I should give you more chances to practice," she tosses over her shoulder without missing a beat.
That pulls a snort out of you—short, surprised, just a hint over too genuine,—that makes her eyes light up.
"There it is," she says. "Knew you had that sound in you."
You look up at her again, trying to steel yourself, but she's already closer than before—close enough that her shadow overlaps yours. You swallow hard, heart hammering louder than the distant sound cues in the maze.
"Look," you say quietly, simultaneously exhaling the breath you didn't realize you were holding, "I didn't mean to stare."
"I know."
"I just—”
"I know," she repeats, slower this time, and somehow it passes as permission. Her whole demeanor's shifted—softer and more intimate, but just as charged. She's looking at you like you're the attraction and she's the visitor now. "Relax," she drawls, almost kind, like she's fond of you already. "I like being stared at."
"Yeah," you manage, voice thin as you try to recover. "I'm starting to pick up on that."
She chuckles, a short but bright sound that echoes off the walls. "Good. I'd hate to be subtle."
"You're really confident for someone in clown makeup."
"And you're really mouthy for someone who nearly tripped over herself looking at my dick."
"I didn't—”
"Well don't lie now. You'll hurt my feelings," she cuts in smoothly, smirking like she's two steps ahead of you.
"You always harass the guests like this?" you ask, trying to deflect, but your tone slips somewhere into flustered despite your best efforts, thoughts scattered, akin to glitter across a carpet.
"Only the pretty ones."
"That is… wildly unprofessional."
"But deeply satisfying," she shrugs, like she's made peace with the ethics violations and now she's just doing you a favor. She stretches her arms above her head—trying to reset her shoulders or maybe just giving you something else to look at—and lets out a low, exaggerated sigh, like she's been working too hard at keeping things PG. "Speaking of unprofessional… Got a name?" she finally asks, tilting her head again, like a curious dog sniffing around something it likes and wants to keep.
"Do you?"
"Jinx."
You don't say it, but it fits, like it was stitched into her mouth before birth. It sounds right, sitting there, curled on her tongue—too short, too sharp, a spark that knows exactly where to land. You offer yours in return, out of reflex more than trust, and she grabs it like a toy. She says it back just once, but somehow it sounds obscene coming from her mouth. It's not on purpose—she's not laying it on thick. It's more like she's trying it on, deciding how it'd sound whispered in the dark, gasped into a pillow, moaned until it's all she remembers how to say.
It hits you like a tripwire.
You clear your throat, needing to fill the air with something. "So… what exactly happens now?"
"What do you mean?" she asks, feigning innocence with the grace of someone who knows she's anything but.
"Isn't this the part where you… I don't know, jump at me and scream? Or I scream. Or someone screams." Your voice pitches higher at the end, not sure where to settle, and you wince as soon as you hear yourself.
But Jinx doesn't jump at you. She doesn't scream, either. She simply gives you a once-over, the faintest hint of amusement flickering in her eyes as if she's already seen the ending and is savoring the middle. "You don't seem like a screamer."
"Maybe you're just not that scary," you shoot back, crossing your arms defensively.
She hums at that, low in her throat, not rising to the challenge. Your skin's buzzing under her stare, and your brain's busy replaying every moment of this conversation on a four second delay. You wonder how long she's been pushing boundaries like this. You wonder if she's ever broken character so cleanly before. You wonder what she wants from you, besides the satisfaction of making you squirm.
The silence stretches, but not uncomfortably.
"I like the quiet ones," she says, after a beat. "You watch more, think more. Kinda like prey."
You can't help but swallow, not missing the predatory look she gives you before you ask, dumbly, "And what does that make you?"
"Hungry, obviously."
She doesn't even blink after she says it, just lets it sit there between you like an open invitation. You should walk away. You know that. The moment feels loaded now, off-script in a way that goes well beyond park rules. Her eyes flick to your mouth, like she's trying to memorize the way it moves. Like she's imagining what it would look like wrapped around her fingers… or something else entirely.
Your heartbeat's in your throat now, pulsing behind your ears. You glance over your shoulder, noting the empty hallway behind you and the EXIT sign in flickering red letters just a few feet away. You're almost out. Almost safe. "You know you're breaking like… three park rules right now."
"Only three? Shit. I must be slipping." She steps forward, the toe of her boot nudging yours. She's still smiling, but it dissolves into a small and crooked thing. "Besides… You don't look like you're complaining."
You don't say anything—don't need to. Your body answers for you: still, breathless, waiting. You're standing in the middle of a haunted maze and this is what gets your adrenaline spiking.
She watches your chest rise and fall like she's syncing her own breath to it, studying you for rhythm, cues, and a beat she can follow straight into your undoing. Then, slowly, she leans closer and asks, huskier now, "You want to help me break another one?"
It should sound playful… but she doesn't move like she's joking, doesn't blink like someone teasing a stranger. She leans in instead—close enough that her breath hits your cheek in bursts of artificial sweetness and whatever she had eaten at the food court earlier. Your mouth opens to ask what she means, but the words stall out when her hand moves.
She drags two fingers down your bare arm, slow and warm, pressing just enough to feel the muscle beneath. The contact is invasive in a way that makes your spine tingle and leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She keeps going, down to the inside of your wrist, feeling your pulse fluttering like a trapped moth, under the soft pads of her digits.
"Sensitive," she murmurs, half to herself—more observation than tease. You try to breathe, but it catches in your chest instead, like a broken metronome. "That one doesn't count," she adds. "That was just a warm-up."
Then her hand reaches for yours, in a way that assumes you won't fight it. And you don't, because of course you wouldn't. Your mind is too foggy to find a reason to. She guides it down, past the cold buckle of her belt and straight to the front of her pants, like you're walking through a crowd and she's leading you somewhere quiet. You don't even realize where she's taking you at first, until your palm meets something firm and heavy beneath the worn fabric. Your fingers twitch, but your brain's already short-circuiting under the weight of her cock in your grip, the way her hips subtly push forward, chase your warmth, your softness.
"You're blushing," she points out with a pleased grin, forehead nearly pressed to yours now. "That's cute."
"I… I wasn't expecting—"
"Sure you were." She nudges closer. It's disgusting, really, the way she grinds forward just enough to drag the firm shape against your hand again, as if she's rewarding you for having the good sense to touch her back. You feel the ridge of it, the sheer size, the way it throbs under your touch like she's been holding back all night, just for a moment like this. "C'mon, sweet thing. You've already walked into this trap. Might as well enjoy it."
"I–I need—" you stammer, and it sounds like your voice is trying to change shape mid-sentence.
You don't even know what you need. Air? Distance? A full personality reset?
The only thing you do know is that you yank your hand away like you've been burned, nerves flaring as if someone lit a match in your throat. You stumble, retreating instinctively like you can outrun the feeling swelling in your chest. But instead of hitting freedom, you hit velvet curtains, and the funhouse-style mirrors suddenly warp around you like you've just entered some alternate dimension of your own panic. Your reflection fractures across twenty different panels, your wide-eyed stare bouncing back at you from every angle. You turn again, deeper into the tunnel, just to stop looking at the kaleidoscope you've become.
"Where you runnin' off to?" Jinx giggles, already following after you like a shadow. There's no guilt in her voice, just delight, as if guiding your hand to her dick five seconds ago was nothing more but a party trick. "Thought you said I wasn't that scary?"
You freeze like a cornered animal. Not out of fear, exactly, more like sensory overload. You don't mean to look as fragile as you do—backed into a cold mirror, shoulders stiff, legs braced like you're trying to fold yourself smaller than your body will allow. You don't even blink, just exist, stunned and half-turned toward the exit like a deer who hasn't figured out yet which way the headlights are coming from.
Her gaze sharpens, studying you the same way someone might do with a startled creature on the road; curious, patient. She slows when she sees the tension in your jaw, her gait losing that teasing spring and transitioning into something steadier.
"Hey." She lifts her hands—open palms and a gentler voice, as if offering a truce. It's a gesture so non-threatening it almost feels out of place on her now. "Didn't mean to actually freak you out, Bambi."
"Bambi?" you echo, tone caught somewhere between incredulous and breathless as your eyes flick to her face.
"Big eyes, wobbly legs," she murmurs, stepping into your space again. Not pouncing or hunting this time, simply drifting closer. "You look like you can't tell if you're turned on or about to have a moral crisis."
"I… might be doing both." The words come out with a shy, lopsided smile—the kind that tugs up only one corner of your mouth before you duck your head, cheeks warming. You glance up through your lashes, sheepish but curious, like you can't quite decide if you should keep meeting her gaze or hide in the safety of your own flustered laugh.
Jinx grins at that, the painted curve of her mouth softening into something less wicked, more human. The tension crackles for a moment longer before it fizzles out between you, replaced by the faint hum of embarrassment and something warmer underneath. "I'm sorry, sugar. I got a little carried away back there." She scoffs at herself, pinching the bridge of her nose with a faint grimace. "Kinda forgot you didn't sign up for… that kind of scare."
You let out a small chuckle, bashful but real. "It's okay. I mean, I did run like hell. You just… caught me off guard."
"Caught you good, though," she teases, then winces like she immediately regrets it. "Sorry—bad timing. I just…" She exhales an exaggerated puff of breath, all the fight leaving her posture as she leans back against one of the mirror panels. "Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Promise."
The confession is awkward and earnest, but something about saying it aloud—owning it—makes you feel lighter already. "I'm still here," you point out, almost like a peace offering, your shame retreating. "And… maybe kind of hoping you'll keep looking at me like that?"
That gets her. Her shoulders roll back in slow ease, and whatever twitchy impulse had been buzzing in her limbs moments ago smooths right out. The predator coils itself quiet, and she watches you like you're something precious she doesn't want to break too soon. She closes the remaining space between you, nosing lazily along your cheekbone, almost catlike but tentative in her affection now.
"Tell me to stop," she murmurs against your skin, "or I'm gonna take that look in your eyes real personally." And then—only after you shiver—does she shift her weight. She presses her hips forward, just enough for you to feel her bulge again, unmistakable as it settles flush against your pelvis. She fits obscenely well there, grinding into the soft spot below your belly with aching hesitation, like she's nudging a boundary, checking how much room you'll allow her to ruin you.
You flinch, but not away this time. It's a soft, involuntary twitch—the ghost of an old instinct that doesn't quite make it all the way through. Your body starts to remember that it doesn't have to defend itself here. That maybe, for once, it can just be. You let yourself breathe, and something deep inside your chest uncoils, like a muscle finally realizing it's allowed to rest.
"Let's try that again," she suggests, nosing lower now, right into the crook of your neck where your scent hits the strongest. Her mouth parts against your skin—warm breath, chapped lips, the barest scrape of teeth. And then her tongue finds the spot just under your ear, tasting salty skin as if it's the best thing she's had all night. You quiver under her with a soft moan, heartbeat fluttering hard enough for her to feel it. One hand skims down your spine, slow and deliberate, fingertips dragging over every vertebra like she's mapping out your bones. She doesn't stop when she reaches the curve of your ass, just grabs a handful and squeezes possessively. "You like that better?"
You nod, biting your lip so hard it stings, as if that'll keep the sounds in—but your hips roll forward without permission, meeting the pressure she's so generously offering. It feels strange at first, this surrender. But it's a good kind of strange—like sunlight after weeks of rain. You let it wash over you. You let yourself melt.
"There we go," she purrs. "You just needed a minute, hm?"
You've always told yourself you're not that kind of girl.
You don't sneak off with strangers. You don't drool over someone you met five minutes ago because they smell like bubblegum and trouble and press a cock against you. You don't get wet from a smirk and a little pressure. That's not who you are.
Except suddenly, it is.
Because you can't stop imagining it. The corrupted sound she'd make when your lips wrap around her, soft at first, then needier. The way she'd grip your hair when she realizes you mean it—every filthy thing you're pretending not to want.
You want to be good for her. Just for her. You want to let her rut against your tongue in the dark while fake screams echo down the maze and some animatronic goes off two rooms over like it's cheering you on. You want to make her shudder, to feel her get twitchy and desperate because of you.
And yeah, maybe it's disgusting. Maybe it's reckless. Maybe you'll hate yourself for it later.
But maybe you'll hate yourself worse if you walk away now.
Because the truth is: you are that kind of girl. Right here, right now, with her? You are. Your mind flatlined the second you spotted her. No more thoughts, just heat, slick need, and that awful, humiliating ache between your legs that says: I want it. I want it. I want it.
"What about the cameras?" you blurt out, almost too fast, like you're still hoping someone will talk you out of this even as you press your chest against hers, chasing more. "We're in a public maze and–"
"They don't work in here," Jinx cuts in, calm and collected. "Dead zone. Security guy gets nauseous from all the reflections. Can't watch the feed without puking. So they just… don't." She leans closer, like she's telling you a secret. "We call it the blackout spot."
You don't know if that's true, but you want it to be. Especially with how her hand presses into your lower back now, keeping you locked tight against her cock.
And maybe you want to be seen, after all.
Even if only by her.
"I can be real sweet on you," she murmurs against your throat, sucking a mark into the tender skin just above your collarbone. "So good. So fucking careful. You want that?"
You make a sound—high and pathetic, caught somewhere between a whimper and a disbelieving laugh. You nod so fast you get dizzy, and you barely have time to blink before your mouth claims hers. It's not rough, but it burns. Hot, deep, filthy in a way that pulls the air out of your lungs and replaces it with her. She groans, reciprocating just as eagerly. Her tongue slips in without asking, slick and shameless, licking into you like she wants to memorize the shape of your throat from the inside out. You don't even realize you're gripping onto her forearms until she shifts—pressing in, teeth nipping your lower lip—and you dig in like you're clinging to gravity itself. There's more spit than you expect, stringing between your lips when she pulls back, only for you to come right back in like you can't be away from her for more than a second.
And that makeup you were admiring on her earlier? It's yours now.
The heavy white cream from her foundation clings to your cheeks in thick, uneven patches. Her lipstick has bled into a dark, glossy halo around your mouth, transferring from her painted-on smile. You can feel it melting into your skin, every touch blurring the lines between you until you can't tell who the color belongs to anymore. She pulls away just enough to admire you like you're her personal canvas. Her thumb grazes your chin before dragging it down, smearing the mess even more. Your knees buckle slightly—not enough to fall, just enough for her to notice.
"Wanna get on them for me?" she asks softly, holding you in place as her breath brushes your swollen lips. "Bet I'd look real pretty in your mouth."
The words aren't an actual request. They're a command wrapped in a coo, sticky-sweet like a candy apple, and you're already sinking to the cold floor before your brain catches up. Jinx looms above you, the weight of her presence blotting everything else.
"Good girl,” she purrs, unbuckling her belt with intent, as if the game's finally paying off.
The words hit you low. You don't even know if you've earned them yet, but the way she says it makes your pussy clench around nothing. Your mouth goes dry. Or maybe wetter. It's hard to tell because your body's already two steps ahead, tipping forward, greedy and off-balance. You brace your hands on her hips, keeping yourself from swaying, from reaching up and taking it out yourself. She tugs down the waistband of her striped pants just enough, thumbs hooking under the elastic, and her cock springs free like it's just as eager to perform, balls tight and heavy.
It's… a lot.
You'd be lying if you said you weren't expecting it, but seeing it up close, thick and flushed? It's a whole different experience. She fists herself once, dragging her palm over the curved and veined length with a low hiss through her teeth. Her cock jumps in her grip, twitching when she looks down and catches your wide-eyed stare. She guides it toward you, letting the pink tip slide across your lips, smearing salty precum like gloss. She taps your cheek with it—mocking, almost playful. You can smell her now, too: skin, sweat, the tang of arousal.
Her breath is shaky as she watches you open up for her, warm and obedient, tongue flattening under the head like you're starving. She presses in slow, feeding you more inch by inch, letting you get used to the size. Your mouth stretches around her, and you moan as she slides deeper.
"That's it," she coaxes, voice low and hoarse. Her hand finds the back of your head, not pushing, just resting. "Take it for me."
You gag once she hits the back of your throat, but she coos immediately, petting your hair soothingly.
"Breathe through it. You're doin' so good," she pants, thrusting again just a little rougher to test your limits. "You're perfect, y'know that? Knew you'd have a mouth on you."
You nod, or try to—mouth still full of cock, throat raw, spit bubbling at the corners of your lips as you look up at her, teary-eyed. She pulls out halfway just to fuck it back in smoother, making you feel every drag as you hollow your cheeks, hand wrapping around what you can't take and working in tandem. You whine around her, sucking harder, head bobbing now—sloppier, more desperate. You feel drunk on her, and it shows in the way your thighs keep shifting and rubbing together for any sort of friction. You feel so empty it hurts, soaking through your underwear, every part of you aching for something to take and grind against. Your cunt throbs with every push of her hips, like your body's confused why she's not inside instead.
You love it.
You love her.
Or at least, you're in love with her dick—because how else do you explain this? The fluttering in your stomach, the way you could cry if she stopped now…
Which is exactly what she does.
Jinx lets out a shaky breath and pulls out with a wet pop, watching you chase after her, whiny and dazed.
"What are you doing?" you ask, throat slick with her taste. Your lips are swollen, your breath is gone, but you still crawl forward, knees sore from the hard floor as you lean in impatiently, taking her again without waiting for a reply.
"F-fuck, wait—" She groans, her grip on your hair faltering, like she can't decide whether to pull you closer or drag you off. You hum around her, swallow even deeper. She curses once more, eyes fluttering for a second too long before jerking her hips back with finality. You gasp, brows pinching in frustration as your mouth empties again. "I know, greedy girl," she coos, cupping your face gently, stilling you. "But I'm not gonna waste it. Not when that sweet pussy's clearly begging for it."
She helps you up, and you barely find your balance before she grabs your hips and spins you around, pressing your tits against the cool glass, your quick breaths fogging up your own reflection. She tugs your pants and underwear down to your knees, one swift move. The cold air hits your dripping cunt and you flinch, shivering as she cups your ass and spreads you open just enough to look.
She whistles, low and impressed. "Fuck, baby, I knew it. Look at that."
And you do. She makes sure of it—her fingers curl tight under your jaw, tilting your head forward until you're eye-to-eye with yourself, blinking through the haze. You look wrecked and untouched all at once, like a horror movie virgin five minutes before the kill.
"This what you look like when you're about to get fucked?" she hums into your ear. "Eager and filthy?"
The fat head of her cock nudges your entrance and your whole body tightens, forehead hitting the flat surface before you. She slides it down your slit once, twice—coating herself in your slick—and then presses in slowly until your cunt starts to give. She's thick, and it's tight, and you're so wet it should slide easily, but it still burns.
"Shit—" you gasp, voice high and broken.
"Shhh." Her hand covers your mouth before the rest of the sound escapes, muffling it. "Gotta be quiet for me now, pretty girl. You don't want anyone hearing, do ya?"
She keeps pushing in, letting you feel every ridge, every twitch, and you whimper brokenly when she bottoms out. Her hips are flush to your ass, and she's buried so deep it feels like she's poking behind your ribs. She stays there for a second, allowing you to adjust, your legs already shaking from the stretch.
Then she pulls out halfway. Pushes back in.
Again.
And again.
You bite back a moan with each stroke, the slick sound of your cunt taking her bouncing off the mirrors like echoes from a porn set. She builds a rhythm, working you open, cock pulling out coated and sliding back in easier each time, like you're sucking her back in. Her free hand settles over your lower stomach, right above where she's pressing in, feeling the bulge from the outside.
She picks up the pace—a little faster, harder—just enough to make your body bounce with every thrust and tears brim at your lashes. "Look," she pants into your ear, her breath hitting the back of your neck in hot and sticky puffs, blue hair damp at her nape. "Look at yourself. Look how pretty you are while takin' me. How full."
The sight ruins you.
Your reflection is a pornographic mess, and you can't help but groan right into her palm, eyes rolling to the back of your head as her cock disappears into you over and over again. You try to keep quiet, but it's getting harder to control when she keeps punching that sweet spot deep inside you that makes your knees lock and voice rise in pitch. You fumble for purchase, leaving streaks and handprints on the mirror, and she pulls her hand away just enough for you catch a proper breath.
"Jinx—fuck, s’too much! I can't—"
"You can. You already are," she whispers into your neck, lips grazing the sweat building up there. "Don't go floatin' away on me now. Stay right there."
Her arms wind around your waist, locking you tight against her, using you as leverage just to fuck deeper into you. The wet slap of skin on skin is indecent, and you can feel her twitching every time you pulse around her, nearing your release.
"Can you be good for me? Can you come without screaming?"
You moan something unintelligible in response, eyes glossy and barely able to stay open. Your cunt grips around her like it's trying to keep her there, suck her in deeper, milk her dry. She's relentless now, each thrust perfectly aimed at a cruel angle, her pace bordering on overwhelming. One of her hands drops lower, fingers brushing your clit with a featherlight stroke, yet you jolt like you've been shocked nonetheless. She adds more pressure, circling it with practiced ease, knowing exactly which buttons to push to make your knees go weak.
The sudden extra stimulation makes your whole body seize up, and your orgasm hits too abruptly. You clench around her hard, heat flooding your limbs in a wave so intense it nearly knocks you off your feet. Your moan—sharp, ragged, impossible to hide—bubbles up before you can stop it.
Jinx is faster.
She slaps her palm back over your mouth just as you cry out, your release ripping through you like a live wire. Her grip only tightens, holding you upright and steady through the quake while you soak her. "Easy," she murmurs into your ear, thrusts going lazy. "Ride it out f'me."
You're still twitching from the aftershocks when you hear it.
Footsteps—a group, from the sound of it—sneakers dragging, giggles ringing, someone muttering "this part's lame" like they're trying to be tough.
You panic.
She doesn't.
"Don't. Move," she simply whispers, voice barely audible yet thrilled. You freeze, trembling in her hold, trying to melt into her chest like that'll make you disappear. Her hand stays over your mouth, fingers pressing gently at the corners, keeping you muffled. You can feel her deep inside you, cock throbbing with how hard she still is, keeping you full, like she doesn't intend on pulling out until you've taken everything she's planned on giving you. "They won't see. They'll be gone in a second," she promises, even as her own hips rock forward once, grinding the head into the spot that just ruined you.
You squeal against her hand, the overstimulation making your toes curl so hard inside your shoes they almost cramp. The footsteps pass, the voices fade, and once silence settles again—if you can call the frantic panting between you silence—Jinx takes it as her cue. She pulls back an inch, testing just enough to break the messy seal, then pushes back in slowly, like she's feeling you all over again.
"God, you feel… You feel unreal," she gasps, her forehead pressed to the back of your shoulder. Her hand is forgotten as she lets it fall from your mouth, too lost in the sensations. "Warm little cunt milking it like she knows me already." Her pace picks up, sloppier now, and she starts to pulse inside you, her body winding tight with that final edge. "Gonna pull out, I swear. Just… Just gimme a second—"
But the words splinter something in you. Your hand shoots back blindly, gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. A whimper tears from your throat as you shove yourself back onto her, keeping her fully sheathed. "Don't!" you sob in a frenzy, trembling from the pressure, practically writhing on her. "Don't pull out. Want all of it. Please."
She groans low in her throat like it hurts to hear you say it that sweet, that desperate. "You sure?" she breathes, the husky tone nearly making your knees buckle. "You really want me to fill you up? Fuck it all into you, just like that? You're not just sayin' that 'cause your brain's gone all fuzzy, right?"
You nod so fast you get lightheaded, but she tuts quietly.
"Words, baby."
"Yes," you choke. "Yes, I want it. Please, Jinx, I need you to come in me. I'll take it, I can—"
And that's it. That's all it takes for her restraint to crumble like a wet tissue. You don't even get a warning—her hips jerk forward, knocking the air from your lungs as she buries herself to the hilt and stays there, cock twitching deep as she spills inside you with a ragged groan. You feel every hot spurt pouring into you, every twitch against your oversensitive walls, and the sudden fullness has you sobbing into the mirror, mouth open in a silent moan.
She doesn't move right away, just keeps grinding through her own aftershocks with faint and needy sounds that she probably doesn't even realize she's making, folded over you like a backpack. Slowly, she shifts, easing back, her breath stuttering as she begins to slip free—too soon, too slow, dragging every thick inch from your fluttering, overstretched pussy. You can't help but whimper at the loss, a gush of warmth following instantly. You clench down hard, reflexive but useless, and she steps back just far enough to look.
And oh, she looks.
You're still bent over, slumped over against the mirror, with her cum dripping out of your hole and straight down your thighs in thick and creamy trails, catching the low light. Her eyes glaze over with something akin to awe, but you feel too boneless to care about how filthy you must look.
"I should take a picture," she chuckles breathlessly, her nose dragging up the dip of your spine. "Frame it. Hang it above my bed." Her voice is warm and teasing, but barely holding together, thinning. "First time I ever came in a stranger and nearly passed the fuck out." She presses a kiss to your shoulder blade, and you feel her grin against your cooling skin—crooked, high on the moment. One hand slips down again, cupping your heat tenderly, fingers sinking into the slick mess you both made and spreading it gently over your swollen folds. "I got you. You're okay."
But her voice cracks halfway through, throat tight with something that isn't just exhaustion. Because she is not okay, either. Her thighs are shaking, too, and her cock's still half-hard and soaked, twitching with leftover need. She exhales like she's trying to catch up to her own heartbeat and anchor herself.
A pause. Then, another kiss, softer this time—like a wordless thank you.
Jinx reaches down, catching the waistband of your panties and the rumpled pants still bunched around your knees. She tugs them up carefully, fabric sliding up your thighs. Your damp underwear presses flush against you, trapping her cum inside you, making you shiver. There's something undeniably possessive in the way she does it. Like she wants it to stay there. Like it means something to let you walk out of here full of her.
"There," she murmurs, adjusting the cotton so it fits more snugly around your hips. "All tucked in." She awkwardly maneuvers your jeans over your ass, keeping one arm curled loosely around your waist to steady you both. It's not graceful, it's not clean, but it's all she can manage—and it's done with so much care it nearly makes your head swim.
You let her do it, legs weak and whole body aching in that delicious, used-up kind of way. The mirror reflects all the damage: smeared makeup, glazed eyes, sweat-shined skin, and her hand still planted over your stomach like she's staking a claim. She finishes with a little pat to your hip, proud of herself.
"You coming back next weekend?" she asks, voice still rough, still a little fucked-out and smug, maybe even hopeful as she tucks herself away.
"I always knew clowns were needy." You scoff through a smile, tugging up your zipper.
"Only for the ones who whimper like that," she shoots back, her grin turning toothy as she leans her chin on your shoulder, too annoyingly sweet for someone who just rearranged your insides. You're still shaking, limbs jelly-like and sore, skin buzzing from her kisses, but she doesn't seem in any hurry to let you go as she giggles. "Such a Bambi."
"Don't start," you groan, swatting weakly at her chest. She catches your hand and holds it there, threading her fingers through yours.
"I mean it," she says after a beat, her tone quieter now. "I want to see you again."
You blink at her, still hazy, still dazed in a way that doesn't feel fully physical anymore.
She nudges her nose against your cheek. "Gimme your phone. I wanna make sure you don't ghost me."
You roll your eyes, fishing it out of your pocket anyway, your body heavy with endorphins. You unlock it and hand it over without a word. She doesn't hesitate—just swipes open your contacts, thumbs moving fast and messy, nails tapping against the screen. The faint blue glow lights up her face, highlighting the smudges of face paint, the curve of her smile. You hear the faint click of her taking a photo with the front camera—probably for the contact image—and then the chirp of her own phone going off somewhere in her pocket.
"There. Now it's official."
Outside, the park is thinning, and the October air is colder than you remember, sobering you up. A kid screams somewhere far off in the distance, either from fear or too much sugar. Probably both. The fog machines have shut off, and the speakers are spitting out staticky ambient horror noise that no one's really listening to anymore. You walk toward the exit in silence, trying not to limp, trying not to think about the handprint on your thigh or how much lipstick is still on your face. You're almost out when your phone buzzes.
💬 clown girl 🤡
i'll get you a plan b <3
You stare at it for a second. You don't even remember telling her if you were on the pill or not. You huff a short laugh through your nose, then tuck your phone away, looking up just in time to catch her fading form.
She's walking backward now, facing you as she retreats into The Funhouse again. "Text me when you get home, Bambi!" she calls, throwing up a casual peace sign, fingers still faintly sticky with what had happened. "Don't make me haunt you!"
summary: unfortunate circumstances brings someone you thought was gone back to you.
warnings: MINORS DNI fingering (r!recieving), soft sad shower sex, baby maggie, season 2 maggie, carl getting shot, slight panic attack, hurt/comfort, and smut ofc
word count: 3.9k
author’s note: first fic posted! maggie is my baby and for all my svu lovers, casey novak fic is next!
“Help!” You shout, your voice hoarse from how much you’ve been crying.
Rick runs beside you, Carl’s limp body cradled in his arms, while Shane drags a man you recognize as Otis behind the both of you.
“Somebody help!” Rick yells, picking up speed as you approach the large farmhouse.
A family rushes out, startled by the commotion, an unusual sound in a world gone so quiet. Your vision is too blurred with tears to make out their faces, but you keep running, desperate for help.
“Are you Hershel?” Rick asks the older man desperately, panting with his son still in his arms.
“Yes, I am. Oh dear, what happened?” Hershel’s eyes widen as he sees the bloody boy.
“He’s not bitten. He was shot.” You say breathlessly, determined. There’s no way in hell you’re letting someone with the ability to help walk away.
Your body collapses into the grass as everyone rushes inside. Maybe you’re in shock. That would explain the tingling in your limbs and your blurred vision. In your panic, you don’t notice one of the family members hesitating at the doorway, eyes lingering on your motionless figure.
“I didn’t mean to shoot him!”
“Shut up!” Shane snaps, dragging Otis by the shoulder of his jacket.
You don’t bother to spare a glance at the two men stomping past you into the house. Your mind is on Lori and the others. They have no idea what happened. They must have heard the shot echo through the woods.
Maybe if you’d stood your ground more about taking Carl along with the others, none of this would have happened.
It’s not until someone rides out to find Lori and bring her back that you snap out of your dissociative state.
Walking into the cozy home, the atmosphere doesn’t match the aesthetic of the house. You can hear Lori’s sobs—something you’ve never grown used to, even after growing up together.
When your gaze falls on the young boy lying on the bed, your lip trembles, and your vision blurs again. You rush into the kitchen, gripping the counter to stay steady on your feet.
Soon, arms wrap around you and pull you into a comforting embrace. You don’t even bother to look. You’ll take any comfort you can get.
“You’re okay, darlin’.”
The soft southern accent makes your eyes snap open.
You know that voice. It’s been weeks since you last heard it—weeks since you thought you ever would again. You pull back, your hands resting against her chest.
“Maggie?” You whisper in disbelief.
Your teary eyes meet hers. Your hands rise shakily from her sternum to her face, cupping the warm skin of the girl you never stopped thinking about. Maggie leans into your touch instinctively, her own eyes shining with unshed tears.
“I thought you were dead.” Maggie mumbles, her voice cracking.
“Oh god.” You breathe, before throwing yourself back into her arms. Maggie’s grip tightens around you, as if afraid that if she opens her eyes, you’ll disappear.
Before the world went to hell, you and Maggie had been neighbors. Not quite house-to-house neighbors, but in a town that small, everyone was basically everyone’s neighbor.
You met at a local convenience store in the middle of the night, both bonding over your late-night cravings for sweets. The two of you walked through town for a while but ended up leaving without exchanging numbers or names.
Maggie couldn’t stop thinking about your smile and your soft nature, so when she saw you again in town, she was ecstatic. That time, she made sure to leave with your number, and a date on the calendar. She figured if she didn’t ask then, she’d regret it if the world ever went to shit.
Little did she know it would happen sooner than later.
You had been dating for six months when you had to travel to your sister Lori’s house, after Rick was shot in the line of duty.
Shane took you in along with the others when the walker population exploded, starting with small towns and quickly devouring big cities. You’d traveled with the group, believing the love of your life and your brother-in-law were both dead.
Now, it feels like the world’s cruel joke, that only when your nephew is lying at death’s door, does fate finally bring Maggie back to you.
“Who is that little boy?” Maggie asks softly from across the small table, where the two of you have chosen to sit and take a breath.
“My nephew.” You whisper, biting your lip to keep the tears at bay.
Maggie rests her hand on your fidgeting ones, gently taking them in hers, her thumb brushing slow circles along your skin.
You sit in silence for a moment before taking a shaky inhale. “Is he good?”
Maggie’s green eyes lift to meet yours, her brows furrowing in confusion.
“Hershel.” You clarify quietly.
Maggie nods after a moment of understanding, then looks away toward the far side of the room, her thumb slowing over your hand.
“Daddy’s the best we got. The best you can get out in this world.”
“Is he a doct—”
Both of your heads snap toward the hallway as sudden screams erupt from the other room. In a split second, you’re on your feet, heart pounding, rushing toward the sound of horror.
You stand frozen just a few steps inside the room. Carl is pale, scrambling, and so small on that bed. Blood is everywhere—on the sheets, on Rick’s hands, on the tools laid out in front of Hershel. Lori is sobbing, Shane is pacing, and Rick… Rick looks like his world is ending.
Your legs won’t move. Your body won’t move. You’re locked in place, watching your nephew fight for his life. You can’t do anything. You’re useless.
Then you feel a gentle hand slip into yours.
“Hey.” Maggie’s voice is low, her breath warm against your ear. “Look at me, sweetheart.”
You blink hard, as if doing so will keep the tears in, but they still fall. Your eyes turn toward her. Maggie. With her steady hands and tired, green eyes. She’s scared too, but she’s holding it together. For you.
“I—I can’t.” You whisper, voice barely there. “I can’t watch him die, Mags.”
“He’s not goin’ to die.” Her hand squeezes yours. “My daddy’s gonna do everything he can, y’hear me?”
You nod, but it’s shaky. Your knees feel like they might give out, wobbling profusely. Maggie notices because in the next breath, she pulls you to sit with her on the floor, just outside the chaos but close enough to feel the tremble of tension in the air.
You rest your head on her shoulder, and she wraps both arms around you, grounding you as the world spins too fast.
“I should’ve—he shouldn’t have even come with us.” You choke out, guilt clawing at your chest.
“No.” Maggie says firmly, pulling you closer. “No, this isn’t on you.”
“But it feels like it is.”
She’s quiet for a moment. Then her lips brush your temple. “I know it does. But it’s not. You’re not alone in this.”
The sound of Carl crying out in pain breaks through the room, and your whole body tenses. You try to turn, to stand up again, but Maggie holds you in place.
“Don’t look, baby.” She whispers, voice thick with emotion. “Don’t make yourself watch that. Just hold onto me.”
You bury your face into her neck and do exactly that, squeezing your eyes shut so tight that it causes a slight pain in the back of your head.
Behind you, Hershel’s voice stays calm but commanding. Rick mutters frantic prayers, Lori sobs uncontrollably, and the room continues to buzz with desperation.
But in Maggie’s arms, just for a moment, you find something solid to hold onto.
—
Your nerves and panic spurts have come and gone all the way until Shane and Otis finally came back with the necessary medical equipment to save Carl.
Maggie didn’t leave your side for one second, coaching you through anxiety attacks, stopping you from biting your nails, and whatever else she caught.
Once Carl was all stitched up, you were quick to sit on one of the now free chairs just to watch over your nephew. Maggie helped her father clean up the blood soaked fabric and everything else that shouldn’t be in eyesight.
You now sit, biting your thumbnail almost all the way to its bed as you watch the little boy’s deeper breathing than it was just hours ago. Rick and Lori sit on each side of their son, resting their heads on the bed to relax from such a stressful moment.
“Would ya stop that?” Maggie scolds lightheartedly, smacking your hand away from your mouth.
“Sorry.” You murmur with the best smile you can conjure up, which you’re not sure if it can even be considered small.
Maggie can see the fear in your eyes along with the twitch and hesitation of your lips. Deeply sighing, she offers you her hand, expecting you to grab on with not many questions.
“How about you take a shower? We still got hot water for now.” She grins, hoping it will cheer you up even just the slightest.
You glance toward Carl again, the smallest part of you afraid that if you take your eyes off him, something might change. That his chest might stop rising. That the quiet, steady rhythm of his breathing might disappear.
But then you look back at Maggie and the way she’s offering her hand, steady and sure, it’s like a lifeline.
You take her hand.
She leads you gently through the house, careful not to pull too fast or speak too loudly, like she knows you’re on the edge of unraveling. And maybe you are.
The bathroom up the stairs is small, but the pattering and warmth of the water starting from the shower is comforting. Maggie grabs all the necessities you need and place them on the shelf next to the curtains.
“I’ll be right outside.” She murmurs, squeezing your hand before going to let go.
As Maggie takes a step, she feels the tug of her arm from your hand still gripping onto hers. Looking back at you, she sees your head tilted down and directed at the tiled floor.
And she waits.
“I don’t want to be alone. Will you join me?”
Maggie wants to protest, but when she sees the desperation in your eyes, she decides against it. Stepping forward, she wraps her arms around your waist and nods before kissing your temple.
Her hands find the hem of your shirt, helping you strip out of the clothes that almost suffocate you from today’s events. The smell of blood and sweat that once clung to your skin now drapes onto the floor, though it doesn’t stop the churning of your stomach.
“Go ‘head.” Maggie nods her head toward the running shower, but when she notices your hesitation, she quickly assures you. “I’ll be there in just a minute, sweetheart.”
Your movements stutter for a moment before you nod, stepping into the unfamiliar warm water. Not sure what to do with yourself, you remain standing still under the showerhead, letting the water drip and trail down your skin.
Eventually you hear the soft rustling of fabric beside you before the sound of the curtain pulling back gently. Maggie steps in quietly, her presence immediately grounding, even though neither of you speaks at first. The water mists her skin, darkening her hair as it falls around her cheeks, and she closes the curtain behind her with care, like you might jump if she moves too fast.
She steps close—close enough that you feel her warmth before she even touches you. Her hands lift slowly, brushing back the hair matted to your forehead before curling her index finger under your chin, lifting your gaze to hers. Her other hand trails down to reach yours.
“You’re shakin’.” She says gently, feeling your hand tremble under her touch.
You hadn’t even noticed until now. You lift your hands, placing them on either side of her face. Your thumbs rub over the apples of her cheeks as your eyes soak in every ridge and pore on her skin.
“I thought I lost you.” You finally whisper.
Maggie inhales deeply as her hands slide to your hips, desperate to feel your skin. Looking into your eyes, she watches as tears begin to build, causing her own throat to tighten at the sight.
“But ya didn’t. ‘M right here and that’s all that matters now.” She assures you gently.
You nod rapidly, reminding yourself that she’s really here. In front of you. Touching you. Holding you. And yet it still doesn’t feel close enough.
Your hands still tremble against Maggie’s face, but it doesn’t stop you from finally pulling her lips down to yours, connecting for the first time in what feels like centuries.
Your lips are slightly chapped—neither of you had the time nor mind to care about something like chapstick—but to you, hers feel as soft as clouds.
Kissing Maggie had always felt cliché, like two puzzle pieces slotting together. But now? Now it feels like two branches that have finally reached one another after years of growing apart.
Her hand trails from the curve of your hip up to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer, noses bumping harshly in the process, but neither of you care. Your grip tightens on her cheeks, your shoulders rising from how tightly you’re curled into her.
“Don’t ever leave me again.” You murmur against her plump lips.
“Never.”
When your lips quickly slot back against hers, tears finally begin to trail down your cheeks. You were already incredibly sensitive before the shower, but now, overwhelmed by the kiss, by her, the feeling consumes you entirely. You’re basically a pile of mush.
Even though the water is pouring over both of you, Maggie can still see the difference. She notices the way the drops fall differently from your eyes. She feels the quiver of your lips and pulls back slightly.
“Honey—”
“Please. Please, I just need to feel you. I need you close.” You practically beg, your hands now flat against her chest.
Maggie’s eyes scan yours, reading every unspoken word written in them. After a pause, she nods and leans back in, crashing her lips into yours once more. This kiss feels like more than a reunion. It feels like a promise to stay.
Your hands slide up from her chest to the back of her neck, your arms coming to rest loosely over her shoulders. Maggie’s fingertips trail down your stomach, and your body twitches instinctively at the touch.
Though she doesn’t want to part from your lips, Maggie shifts to the side, kissing your cheek, then slowly moving to the soft skin of your neck. Her kisses remain tender and loving, but there’s a lingering edge of need—an ache born from all the time lost and the fear of losing you again.
She knows that in both of your fragile states, moving too fast or too rough would only unravel the moment. But after believing you were both gone to the world, it’s hard not to blur the lines.
You gasp softly when her lips trail across the sensitive skin just below your ear, your fingers tightening slightly at the nape of her neck. The water continues to pour down, steaming around the two of you, blurring everything outside the embrace.
Maggie’s hands settle at your waist, thumbs brushing slow, deliberate circles against your skin. Her mouth moves with the kind of patience that says she’s in no rush, like she’s memorizing the taste of you all over again.
“You feel real.” You whisper, your voice trembling against her temple.
She pulls back just far enough to look at you, brushing her thumb gently across your bottom lip.
“I am.” She says, barely louder than the sound of the water. “And so are you. I’ve got you now.”
Your lips meet again, slower this time deeper. The kind of kiss that leaves you breathless, the kind that makes your knees feel like they’re seconds from buckling. Maggie’s hands slide up your back, fingers splayed, grounding you like she’s anchoring you to the present.
Her lips trail to your chin, then lower to the center of your neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to your skin. Then lower still—to your collarbone, then your sternum. You feel her top lip drag lazily down your body, her kisses messier now, more desperate. She keeps going until her knees nearly touch the floor.
But before she can sink any lower, your hands reach down to grab her biceps, steady but firm, guiding her back up until you’re face to face again.
“I need you here.” You urge, your voice low, your hands remaining on her arms.
Maggie smiles softly, something tender flickering in her eyes, before leaning in once more to capture your mouth with hers. This time, instead of moving lower, her right hand drifts from the curve of your waist, down over the swell of your ass.
Your breath hitches when her fingers slip to the inside of your thigh, dragging upward with agonizing slowness, stopping exactly where your body aches for her most. You’re practically pulsing with need, so overwhelmed it feels like you might shatter from the sensation alone.
Maggie pauses only for a moment, eyes searching yours, waiting for permission.
You nod once, twice, then tug her mouth back to yours with urgency. You could kiss her for hours and never grow tired. You want to. But right now, you want more.
Her touch is gentle at first, just the slightest pressure of her fingertips against your nerves, enough to make your breath catch and your knees buckle. Maggie wraps an arm around your waist, steadying you before you can fall.
“I’ve got you.” She whispers against your lips, steady and sure. “Always got you.”
She continues, circling your swollen clit with a tighter, more deliberate rhythm, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips as your hips jerk into her hand. You’re so sensitive now, every nerve in your body on fire. Your forehead presses to hers as your breathing deepens, your body leaning into her like she’s the only thing keeping you tethered to the world. Every brush of her fingers, every kiss to your mouth, your neck, your shoulder—each one feels like a promise.
Maggie’s eyes clamp shut at the sound of your whimpers, grounding herself so she doesn’t go too far, too fast. You need this moment. She needs this moment. And the beautiful sounds spilling from your lips remind her of everything she thought she’d lost forever.
Soon, her hand drifts lower, the tips of her fingers lingering at the swell of your entrance. She hesitates for a second, but it’s all the confirmation she needs when your forehead presses against her cheek and you nod, quick and sure.
She starts slow, her middle finger easing in, pumping gently in and out as you stretch around her. When a shaky moan escapes your lips, she slips in her ring finger beside the first, curling them in perfect rhythm.
Her free hand finds the underside of your knee, lifting your leg to curl around her waist, adjusting the angle. She doesn’t dare let go, holding it there firmly so you can stay connected, supported, held.
You cling to her like a lifeline—hands tangled in her wet hair, body arching toward every point of contact, desperate for more. Each thrust of her fingers ripples through you like waves. One rolls out, and another crashes in stronger, deeper, and more intense.
When your hips begin to subconsciously grind with each pump of Maggie’s fingers, you reach out, placing your hand behind her neck and pulling her back toward your mouth, connecting your lips as the pressure builds in your core.
Between the small gaps in your kiss, breathy moans escape, brushing against Maggie’s lips and urging her to move faster. She can feel your wetness grow, dripping down her wrist, and with your moans becoming more consistent, she knows you’re close.
“I love you, Mags.” You gasp, your head falling back against the wall as the coil in your stomach starts to snap.
“I love you so much, sweetheart.” Maggie mumbles along the column of your throat, having made her lips busy there with your head cocked up toward the ceiling.
You try to contain your whines and moans the best you can as your orgasm crashes over you, not wanting anyone to overhear this deeply private, intimate moment.
After a minute or two of deep breaths and sweet kisses, you both agree to finish washing up quickly before someone comes knocking about hogging the hot water.
—
“That girl was crazy as all get out.” Maggie says, shaking her head with a smile as she picks a card up from the pile between you two. You’d both decided to play Go Fish to pass the time.
After your shower, Maggie had offered you one of her shirts, the t-shirt you used to constantly steal from her back when you stayed at her apartment. When you returned downstairs, Carl was awake and okay, just tired and needing rest, which helped ease the worst of your worry.
Now, the two of you sit at the small table by the windows leading out to the porch, where the others are gathered. Otis plays his guitar softly while you and Maggie reminisce about old times.
“I missed that most about you.” You admit after a fit of giggles.
“And what’s that?” The older girl asks, quirking an eyebrow dramatically over the hand of cards she’s holding.
“Your accent.”
Maggie’s jaw shifts to the side before she places her cards face-up on the table. “You’ve got one too, y’know.”
“Yeah, but yours is thicker.” You shrug. “Oh, and by the way…I can see your cards.”
“You cheater!” Maggie scoffs, reaching across the table to swat at the cards held in your hand.
You laugh, leaning back in your chair, eyes glinting. “Not my fault you place ‘em like a damn billboard.”
“Oh, now you’ve got jokes?” She says, narrowing her eyes in mock offense. “Maybe I oughta take my shirt back.”
You gasp, clutching the fabric at your chest like it’s sacred. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Maggie chuckles, eyes softening as they rake over you, like she’s memorizing the image—your damp hair, your legs curled up in the chair, her shirt hanging off your frame like it belongs there.
“No.” She murmurs, her tone gentler now. “Wouldn’t dare.”
The table falls quiet for a moment, save for the muffled sound of Otis’s guitar outside and the soft rustling of the wind against the porch.
You glance over toward the window, then back at her. “Kinda peaceful here, huh?”
“Yeah.” Maggie agrees, sliding her foot under the table to nudge yours. “Almost makes you forget the world’s gone to hell.”
You nod slowly, fingers fidgeting with a card in your hand. “I don’t need the world to be perfect. Just need you.”
Maggie stares at you for a beat before reaching out and lacing her fingers with yours across the table. “You’ve got me.”
a/n: Christmas fic in march because i’m a professional procrastinator. As always, feel free to send me requests, headcanons or just say hi :)
💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝
Christmas in Elizabeth Prentiss’ mansion was anything but warm and festive. It wasn’t about love or family, but rather an event for political networking and a chance to show off. Needless to say, Emily has always hated it. It wasn’t festive, it wasn’t natural, it was full of diplomatic talk and rehearsed politeness.
Elizabeth was nothing if not a perfectionist. A team of event planners hired months in advance, the color palette carefully picked out by her, of course devoid of any greens or reds, or anything that could remotely come off as un-chic. The christmas tree, if you could even call it that, was covered in neutral ornaments. Granted expensive and custom made ornaments, but not sentimental nor meaningful. The tables were always set with the most expensive table cloth and handmade custom centerpieces, each of which cost more than an average person’s monthly income. There was a strategically arranged seating order, every chair overlooking a delicate placecard with a name written in cursive. Then of course, there was a dresscode, a menu to choose from and a live quartet playing soft music in the background.
Growing up, Emily never knew how to feel about this. She knew she hated it, every part of it, but that did not stop the guilt. She felt guilty for having a life so many people dreamt of. She felt guilty for not being happy with everything she had. One time, the first and the last time, she made the mistake of telling her friends that she hated her family’s Christmas eve dinner, and she never heard the end of it. ‘Oh my life is so hard. I have private chefs and butlers’, her friends mocked her.
The truth is, all Emily ever wanted was a warm Christmas. The kind where families bake cookies together. The kind where families pay attention to each other's interest so they can find the perfect gift, instead of sending their assistants to get whatever expensive gifts they could find.
This was the only Christmas Emily ever knew…well at least until she met you. If there was a Christmas eve dinner spectrum, your families would be on opposite ends of it.
Christmas at your parent’s was always a full house, nieces, nephews, cousins, aunts, uncles, some of them you weren’t even sure whether they were blood relatives or just family friends who always stuck around. The house wasn’t big enough to fit everyone, but that was never an issue, people would grab cushions, chairs, and blankets to sit on the floor. It was chaotic, at least 6 people in the kitchen all at once, laughter, childhood memories, no less than 4 different conversations taking place simultaneously, and you loved every second of it. The Christmas PJs, the homemade cookies, the pies, the casseroles, the overwhelming green and red colours everywhere, the ornaments you and your siblings made in kindergarten that are somehow still holding onto the tree by a miracle. It was warm and full of love.
This is the first Christmas for you and Emily as an official couple. You knew she didn’t have the best relationship with her parents but you had assumed she would celebrate Christmas with them anyway because it's Christmas and Christmas means family…right?
It was late October, you two were cuddling on the couch while watching a show, neither of you really paying attention. You were in her arms, head against her chest while her fingers gently ran through your hair. "We should start Christmas shopping soon, it's gonna take me ages to get everything” you said. You felt her hand still in your hair for a second, so you looked up at her with furrowed brows “you good?” you asked gently. You could tell she looked surprised but tried to brush it off “Oh nothing, I just thought we were gonna spend Christmas together is all” she said, trying to hide her disappointment. You sat up to get a better look at her “are you not going to your parents?” you asked. It was a genuine question, you were not trying to make her feel bad. Emily lets out a weak laugh “I haven’t spent Christmas with my parents since I left for college” she admits. “Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know," you said apologetically and she wrapped her arms around you again, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead as she said “It’s okay. I’ll help you shop for your family and when you come back we can have a little late celebration”.
You sat up and looked at her like she grew a second head, she looked confused and asked “What?” only to receive the same confused look from you. “What do you mean ‘what?’ If you are not going to your family then you are coming to my family” you said like it's the most obvious thing in the world, almost offended that Emily didn’t come to that conclusion by herself. Then it was Emily’s turn to be confused “I can’t just show up to your family’s Christmas dinner. I don’t know anyone there and I don't want to intrude” she said. You shifted so you were straddling her lap and looking straight into her eyes “One, you do know someone there; me. Two, the only reason you still haven’t met my parents is because they live too far away, otherwise they would’ve visited at least twice a week. Third, you can’t possibly intrude because you are a part of the family. Fourth, my mom has been begging me to bring you with me but I was too nervous to ask in case you were planning to go to your parents” you listed all the reasons to Emily without breaking eye contact and you could've sworn you saw her eyes sparkle. “Are you sure?” she asked shyly, like if she spoke any louder you would take back the offer, and you softened. You kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, then her lips “I’m sure. You’re my girlfriend, Em. I’m not gonna leave you behind on christmas” you said as she wrapped her arms tighter around you, looking forward to the holidays for the first time in decades.
That conversation was almost 2 months ago, now you’re 2 hours into the 3 hour drive to your parents house, Emily has been fidgety the entire drive. “What if your parents hate me?” she asks for the 3rd time. You groan, no real annoyance behind it “Emily, I swear on my life they won’t hate you. My mom asks about you every time she calls, you have nothing to worry about. The only thing you need to worry about is surviving the chaos” you intertwine your fingers with her to comfort her. She tightens her hands around yours but doesn’t say anything. The rest of the drive is filled with the same, words of worries from her and words of comfort from you.
As you walk up to the door you can already hear the laughter through the door, you reach out to hold her hand “You ready?” you ask her softly, she nods. You don’t even have a chance to knock a second time before the door flies open and your niece, Charlotte, jumps in your arms “YOU’RE HERE” the little girl squeals and you barely manage to catch her “Hi Charlie baby” you carry her and Emily waves at her ‘Hi Charlotte, I’m Emily’. Charlotte looks at her with a sheepish grin “I know who you are. Grandma said we have to be nice and behave to make a good impression because auntie y/n has a crush on you” you are just as surprised as Emily is so you set charlotte back on the floor before she has a chance to say something else “ooooookay off you go”.
As if on cue, your mother comes running to the door “Charlotte, how many times did I say not to open the door without an adult?”, but she quickly realizes it’s not a stranger. “Y/n and Emily you made it!”, she pulls you and Emily into a tight hug. Your mom pulls back and looks at Emily “Oh you really are tall. You’re even more beautiful than Y/n said you are” as you blush, Emily smiles, a genuine smile. “Thank you so much for having me, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you” Emily says and your mom squeezes her shoulder “Come on in, dear”.
As soon as you both walk in, the chaos starts. Kids running around, men yelling over football, and almost everyone else is in the kitchen, you look over at Emily “I’m sorry. I told you it’s chaotic”. You knew Emily could handle it, you were just worried about scaring her off. All your worries fade when you see the look in her eyes, a small shy smile, almost child-like, like she wanted to go explore and see what everyone’s doing. “Don’t worry. I'm good, I'm really good. Wanna introduce me?” she says with a smile. You make your rounds, first to your father, brother and cousins. They all welcome her warmly, a lot of ‘It’s nice to meet you’s and ‘it’s good to finally put a face to the name’s, your dad asks a question or two about her work for the FBI and your brother doesn’t miss a beat before saying “If things don’t work out with y/n, you can always keep it in the family and give me a call” he winked jokingly, which earned him a not-so-gentle jab in the ribs from you.
Next you head to the kitchen where your mom, sisters, and aunts were. Before you even had a chance to speak you and Emily were already having food shoved in your face in a chorus of ‘try this’ and ‘i'm sure you’ll love that’. After managing to swallow the heaps of food, the rapid fire starts ‘How did you meet?’ ‘Where did you meet?’ ‘Who said I love you first?’.
After a while and way too many questions in a way too small kitchen for the amount of people standing in it, you gently kiss Emily’s cheek and say “baby do you wanna go sit down for a bit?”. She gently nods and as you’re about to walk out, your mom says “Uh, uh y/n. Emily can go relax, she’s our guest. You, however, have to help” You roll your eyes playfully and give Emily a peck “you go baby, i’ll be out in a bit”.
Emily goes out to the living room and you help out in the kitchen. About an hour later, you go out and see the most adorable sight you have ever seen in your life. Emily was sitting on the floor, your older niece Charlotte was behind her ‘doing’ her hair. Emily had all sorts of colorful hairpins in places they shouldn’t be, and Charlotte was having the time of her life. Emily had your younger niece, Laila, on her lap. She was showing her something on her phone. “This is Sergio sleeping in my suitcase, he is so silly isn’t he?” Emily asks Laila softly, and your niece giggles. “Is he nice?” Laila asks with squinted eyes, already sceptical about the cat. Emily smiles at Laila’s scepticism “He can be. He is very sassy though, so he is only nice when he wants to be” and Laila nods as if she fully understands.
You stand there just watching for a while, dreaming about a future like this. A future with her, and mini-hers that she gets to be this soft with. Seeing her like this is rare. She is carefree and silly. She is Emily, not Emily Prentiss, not agent Prentiss, and not ambassador Prentiss’ daughter, she was just herself, just Emily. You manage to sneak a couple of pictures before she spots you and smiles shyly “Hey, we’re playing hairstylist. Do you like my hair?” she asks with a smile so genuine both her dimples are showing. You giggle as you move to sit with her on the floor “I love your hair, it looks beautiful”. You feel a tug on your legs, it's Laila. “Aunt Emily has a cat named Segreio”. You laugh at how she pronounces the name ”I know baby, I live with aunt Emily and Sergio”. Laila looks at you with wide eyes as if that’s groundbreaking information “You live with Segreio?”. You and Emily both giggle and nod. “Can I have a sleepover with you, Emily, and Segreio?” Laila asks hopefully. You and Emily exchange looks and you reply “Sure baby just ask your mom first, okay” and Laila runs off to go ask her mom.
The rest of the night is pretty much the same. Endless questions, jokes, debates, and embarrassing childhood stories that made you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole. Everytime you looked over at Emily you saw this beaming smile on her face. She answered every question, joined every debate, even the very heated one about home alone 2 being the best movie in the series, and contributed her own embarrassing stories about you just to tease you even more. After she was done telling them all about how you spent the first week of moving in together sneezing everyday because you couldn’t bring yourself to tell her you were allergic to cats, you jokingly say “alright goodnight everyone lets all go to sleep”.
Since it was quite late, the night was coming to an end anyways, but there was one last very important thing. Your family had an annual tradition of getting matching PJs on christmas eve so you can all be matching on christmas morning. You forgot to mention this to Emily beforehand, and you could see her tense a bit when everyone got up to sit in a circle and she didn’t really know what was happening. You gently lead her to the circle and sit next to her, then whisper in her ear “matching PJs. Mom buys them for us every year”. She nods with a small smile, a smile that shows she loves the tradition, but also shows she wishes she was a part of it. You make a mental note to not wear your PJs tomorrow because you know that no matter how much she denies it, being out of place does get to her. Your thoughts are interrupted by your mom walking over and handing Emily a wrapped set, then handing you yours. Emily looks surprised “Is this for me? You really didn’t have to”, your mother shoves her playfully, with no real malice behind it, and says “You are in my home on Christmas, you make my daughter happy. You are family, and family members get PJs, now shush”.
Emily’s smile as she hugs and thanks your mom could light up a room. It was oddly endearing seeing her so happy over a set of PJs. She had everything, she could afford everything, but that’s when it clicked. It was never about the PJs, but about being a part of something. About having holiday traditions. And for the first time, you finally feel like you were able to gift her something she didn’t have.
Later that night, you are both cuddling in your tiny childhood room, only fitting on the bed because you are half laying on top of her, she kisses your forehead “This is the best christmas i’ve ever had” she says quietly. You gently move to look at her “really? I was so scared all the chaos would scare you off”. She smiles softly and shakes her head “I love the chaos, it makes it real. You know, I always wanted this. A big family, homemade cookies, laughing and teasing. I’ve never had this. I never thought I would experience this”. You smile softly and kiss her forehead “I love you, and so does my entire family. I have been threatened to be disowned if I ever break your heart. My mom said, "If you mess this up, I'll take Emily’s side.”" So you're very much wanted and loved around here”. Emily smiles warmly and giggles “Your mom is so sweet. Everyone is, really”.
You cuddle for a bit, her hands threading softly through your hair while yours gently rub circles against her stomach. She quietly says “Thank you for bringing me with you. It means a lot to me, truly”. You leave soft kisses on her jaw, cheeks, nose, forehead and finally lips “Get used to it. This is what our future will look like”.
After a night filled with giggles, whispered promises and gentle kisses, you two managed to get a few hours of sleep before you’re abruptly woken up by Laila and Charlotte jumping on your bed “IT’S CHRISTMAS! WAKE UP WAKE UP!”. You smile as you see your nieces leading Emily out of your room to the christmas tree downstairs, all of them wearing matching PJs. You lay there and imagine a future full of kids of your own, full of mornings next to Emily. You have a silly smile on your face until Charlotte realizes you’re still in bed and comes to drag you “AUNTIEEE I SAID WAKEEEE UPPP!”, and just like that you are sitting around the Christmas tree with your family and the love of your life. You kiss Emily’s cheek “Merry Christmas, my love”
and after that happened cassie can’t keep her eyes off you when you work and notices that you seem to have an oral fixation by the way you chew your pens, lick your lips and let your mouth linger on your straw. sooo let’s just say cassie takes advantage of that to soothe her aching nipples :3
Cassie watching you mindlessly chew on your pen at the nurses desk when you were charting or spaced out, or watching as you’d bite or lick your lip when you focused on a patient. At lunch you’d always chew longer, or sip longer, like you always needed to have something in your mouth or something to chew on. One day she was using the tablet for a patients charting as she stopped at the nurses desk, looking down to see you chewing on gum, playing with it in your mouth with your tongue. She cupped your chin and made you look up at her before opening her palm in front of your lips.
“No gum in the ED, baby.” You nodded shyly and let it out onto her hand, apologizing under your breath as she chuckled.
“Don’t worry, hon. I know you just always need to have something entertaining that sweet mouth.” You blushed and stuttered slightly over your words, not knowing how to respond as she simply leaned forward, instructing you to meet her in the bathroom. You watched her walk away to the said destination and followed with your head down a moment later. You stood in the middle of the room awkwardly fiddling with your hands until the large stall opened and she pulled you in close by your scrubs, pressing you against the wall as she locked the stall door behind her. Her hand came to your hair as she smiled down at you before removing her sweatshirt, then her scrub top, then her bra. It wasn’t an expensive one, it was a sports bra from Target that was on clearance, and she almost would’ve been embarrassed if it hadn’t been for the dribble of drool on the side of your lip with your eyes wide staring at her heavy breasts.
“Mommy’s been so sorry lately…you think you can help me out?” You nodded mindlessly, not even waiting for instructions before your tongue swirled her nipple, grinning as you felt milk come in contact with your tastebuds. You moaned and wrapped your lips around it, feeling her hand come to gently rub your side, the other on your head. She knew it wasn’t busy in the ED today, so she wasn’t worried about either of you getting paged right away. She watched your droopy eyes as they looked up at her with contentment, and she cooed as she pulled you away, listening to your quiet whine.
“Oh, I know, baby, I know. You just can’t go a minute without that mouth on mommy’s nipples, huh?” You nodded desperately as she cupped your cheek, her thumb rubbing circles on your skin. She offered you a false sympathetic pout before allowing you to resume, sighing in relief at the feeling of her milk draining. It wasn’t long before she checked the time, pulling you away again to kiss your lips.
“Please, can’t I stay another minute?” You replied, sniffling at the sheer desperation you felt for her milk. She chuckled as she grabbed her sports bra.
“I’m sorry, but you know we need to be quick at work.” She paused, kissing you one more time before muttering against your lips. “Harrison’s with his father this week, if you’re not busy.”
requesting this cause the concept of cassie confessing to the few years younger reader after a really rough shift sounds so yummy to me!! <3
quiet after the storm — c mckay
cassie mckay x fem!r2!reader
word count: 5.7k
summary: after the news of a snowstorm, and the worst shift of your life, everyone’s forced to stay at the hospital.
warnings: mentions of vomiting (patient), mentions of death, medical inaccuracy, age gap (cassie is 42, r is early 30s), suggestive towards the end, insecure cassie lowkey, r is a bad bitch, also projecting all my favorite ships (besides mcvadi)
a/n: sorry this took so long i swear i started writing this days ago, but i got side tracked with some family stuff and haven’t had time. if it’s rushed or you were looking for something else, i can rewrite. i promise it will be better next time.
The door whooshes behind you when you walk into the emergency department. By the way people were already rushing around, a few minutes after seven am, you knew it was gonna be a long day.
The streets weren’t much better, either. People were driving around like assholes, like they have nine lives.
There was bound to be accident on accident in preparation for the storm.
Even the stores on the drive here seemed like they were packed, everyone buying everything out of the stores as if they were going to be stuck in their house for weeks.
Which was why you were late.
You grip the overnight bag on your shoulder, walking forward into the chaos. Rounding the corner, you just manage to hear the end of Robby’s speech for the morning.
“There are rooms available. I don’t want anyone to leave tonight. I hope you brought your bags, it’s gonna be an ugly one.” Robby rubs his palms together. “Night shifts coming early tonight. They don’t need to be stuck at home. We are gonna need as many people as we can have.”
“You really think there’s gonna be a lot going on tonight?” Victoria raised her hand slowly, her voice soft.
“Stupid people and a snowstorm never go well together.” Robby puts it simply. “There will be a lot of accidents today. I need you on your A game.”
Everyone nods, looking around at each other. Like this was gonna be one of those shifts. One they file away to forget about, like Pittfest.
“Once our shifts are over, I want you guys to retreat into the on-call rooms for the night. Night shift will take it from there. We have showers, sinks, anything you need. If you forgot something, I suggest you have it brought here.” He lets out a sigh. “That’s all.”
Everyone disperses, and you start to make your way to the lockers, mind on autopilot.
“Hey, sweetie.” Your heart plummets to the ground beneath you, your heart rate spiking.
“Hey, McKay.” You smile sweetly, tilting your head slightly to look at her. Her hand comes to rest on your back, guiding you to the side, keeping you from running into a nurse.
“Please, call me Cassie.” She puts her hand on her chest. “We talked about this.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” You look down for a second, shaking your head.
“Nothing to be sorry for.” You reach the locker room and come to find a bunch of bags lining the bottom lockers.
“Wow.”
“Yeah, it’s gonna be pretty bad.” Cassie presses her lips together, backing up as you unlock your locker. She leans against another locker, a few down from yours.
“I can see.” You pull the stuff you need out of your locker, placing your bag on the floor along with the growing collection.
Your chest tightens just thinking about what today holds. You wrap your stethoscope around your neck, taking a few deep breaths.
“Hey.” It’s hard for her to really come to your side with the amount of bags on the ground, but she makes it work. She rubs your shoulder softly. “It’s gonna be okay. Alright?”
“No, I know.” You shake your head. “I’m fine. It’s not me I’m worried about. Just worried about the people who don’t have anywhere to stay after work. Those who have to go home.”
“It’s gonna be okay. It still says it shouldn’t start until nine.” Her hand continues rubbing soft circles, now lowering to your upper back.
“I know.” You manage to look at her, the crease between her eyebrows forming. It’s adorable, you think. “Where’s Harrison tonight?”
“At his dads.” She tries not to grimace when she says it, but she doesn’t think she succeeds.
“That’s good.” You nod. “I mean— obviously not good he’ll be snowed in with he who shall not be named.”
That releases a giggle out of her, “But good for you because you don’t have to worry about him being with your parents.”
“I know what you meant.” Her eyes dart from your eyes to your mouth, and it’s so subtle you almost miss it.
All you can do is nod, and swallow the question back. Did you imagine that?
You couldn’t have, right? That was real. Her eyes were definitely locked on your lips. Maybe you had something on your mouth or the corner of your lip.
But she would’ve told you that.
She was definitely looking at your lips.
A sense of hope washed over you, and you couldn’t keep it to yourself. You had to tell someone. One of your friends, your mom, hell, the whole damn world.
You tried at the beginning not to fall for the older resident. But it didn’t work. Not by a long shot.
There was just something about her that drew you to her. Even if you tried to stay away, you couldn’t. You tried at the beginning.
Tried sticking to Robby, Samira, anyone. But it didn’t work. They always ended up pinning you back with Cassie.
So you eventually gave in. Just let it happen. But kept it submerged. Down so far you could barely tell. And neither could anyone else, for the most part.
Trinity found out, ever the detective. Then she told Dennis and Victoria, and soon that was your group of friends who you went to to rant about Cassie.
And you were totally ranting about this moment.
“You always had such a big heart.” She smiles with admiration. She tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.
And now your heart was clenching for a different reason.
“Hey! McKay, l/n, you almost ready?” Dana shouts from the doorway. “Got two comin’ in now.”
“Duty calls.” Cassie bows forward, her hands going into her pockets. “It’ll be okay, y/n. C’mon, you can stick with me today.”
You shut your locker and all but trip over someone’s bag, but you manage to catch up with her.
“Who else would I be with?” You peer up at her, a sheepish smile on your face.
Three hours later, around ten, you’d had to have seen about fifty people. And that was just you.
The injuries varied from colds to small incidents that involved being rear ended. But what really took the cake were the two women who got into a fight over the last gallon of milk at the local Target.
You laughed when Dana told you what happened, trying to keep your composure when the two of them came in on stretchers. They yelled back and forth at each other as they were rolled in, like they didn’t have enough at the store.
You broke out into another fit of laughter when you glanced at Cassie, her own lips pressed tightly together in the hopes of not laughing herself.
You performed a concussion test, shining the penlight in every direction possible before you could tell her what you already knew.
After gathering the whole story, you and Cassie reunited at the nurses station. Matching expressions with held in laughter.
“Over milk!” Cassie dies laughing, grabbing onto your biceps.
“Who hits someone with a gallon of milk?” You laugh, all but on the verge of tears.
“Crazy people.” She whispers, trying her best to hold a neutral expression but ends up laughing again.
“Oh my God.” You huff out a breath.
“Wait..” She has a pained expression, like it hurts her to hold it. “They are crying over spilled milk!”
Your eyes water at the amount of laughter coming out. Your face goes into her shoulder, in the moment enough to not get embarrassed by how much you enjoy it.
After the two of you finally stop laughing, she lingers. Her hands don’t leave your arms, staying there for far longer than necessary.
Her eyes shine in the god-awful hospital light, but you can’t help but think they’re still gorgeous.
She looks over your face, her eyes lingering on your lips for a beat too long before she clears her throat.
“You did good in there. I’m proud of you for not laughing.” She nods, talking half a step back.
“I wanted to laugh with you.” Your breath comes out shaky and you hope she doesn’t notice with the newfound space between you. She looks down one more time, and this time it’s unmistakable.
You didn’t imagine it.
She squeezes your arms once, “I’m gonna go catch up on charting. Come find me when the CT is back on your patient.”
“Okay.” You breathe out, and she gives you a tight lipped smile.
You turn your head to see Trinity and Victoria smirking at you, whispering between themselves. You roll your eyes, but watch Cassie turn the corner, a smile on your face.
You turn back to your friends then, awaiting their interrogation.
Cassie, on the other hand, is freaking out. Yes, she knew she lost the war of not having a crush on you. And yes, that was a long time ago.
But it didn’t stop her from being slightly disappointed in herself whenever she knew you caught her staring. She just couldn’t help it. You were so pretty, and kind, and you knew how to make her laugh. Even through the Chad and Harrison stuff.
You always knew how to make her feel better at the worst of times. She wished she knew how to do that for you.
She tries, but she isn’t sure she succeeds, because you still seem on edge when she pulls away.
She stands against the wall before she realizes she’s standing here, lost. She should take a few minutes to herself. She pulls her jacket closer to her body and zips it before she walks out one of the doors.
She finds herself by the steps near the family rooms, and she takes a step towards the stairs.
Cassie sits on the steps, a phone in hand as she takes a minute to breathe. After a few seconds she decides to call Chad.
Her finger hovers over the button for a few seconds before she finally presses on it.
“Hey, Cassie.” Chad's tone is clipped, and she understands why. She doesn’t say anything, because Chad already knows what she needs. “Here he is.”
“Hi mom!” Harrison shouts excitedly and she can picture his bright smile even over the phone.
“Hi buddy.” She laughs. This was what she needed. To reconnect with reality.
Because what was she doing today? Staring at your lips? Three times.
Not to mention the amount of times she caught herself staring at you while you walked away. Even just now. As you trotted towards your friends.
And she wasn’t even halfway through the shift yet. It could double. Or triple. Or, God forbid, she could even actually do it. Actually kiss you instead of thinking about your soft lips. What you would taste like. Whether you would moan when her tongue enters your mouth.
“Mom?” Harrison sounds worried.
“Sorry, buddy. It’s just been a lot so far this morning. How is it at your dads?” She looks down at the steps, rubbing a hand up and down her leg, trying to bring herself some heat.
It was cold, there was no denying that. But usually the heat never fails in the winter.
“Boring. I kinda wish we could’ve gotten snowed in together.” He admits sheepishly, and Cassie’s heart breaks open at it. She hears Chad in the background, sounding fake hurt.
She laughs, “I wish we could too.”
“But you have to work. I know.” He sounds almost saddened, like he might burst if they keep talking about it.
“Did you do anything fun today? I know it’s cold, but you could still do something.” She tucks a hair behind her ear, waiting for him to answer.
“We’re supposed to go to the store or something.” She pictures him shrugging. “Where’s y/n?”
Her heartbeat quickens at the mention of your name, and a wide smile breaks out across her face.
She shouldn’t feel that way, she knows. But it felt so right. So normal. So real.
“She’s.. with another patient.” It wasn’t a total lie. She had no clue what you were doing, but it was safe to assume you were with a patient. This is a hospital, after all.
“You aren’t with her?” His voice saddens again. “I was hoping I could say hi.”
“I know.” Cassie’s voice goes softer. “I’ll call again later tonight and make sure she’s with me, okay? We’ll facetime this time. Sound like a plan?”
“Yes.” He perks up excitedly. “I’ll be waiting.”
“Okay. I have to go now, but I promise I’ll call later.”
“Okay! Bye mom!” Harrison hangs up after that, and Cassie drops her head down. She takes a few breaths, trying to calm her heart rate. She knew it would pick right back up after she caught your eye, but it was worth a try.
She slips back into the emergency department, not seeming to have missed much. It was quiet now, too quiet.
The calm before the storm.
She hears you before she sees you, a small giggle making it past your lips at whatever your friends were saying. Dennis joined the group at some point, she noted.
She didn’t have any reason to be jealous. Your whole friend group, and practically the entire hospital were locked down. And if they weren’t locked down, they had a crush.
And she had you. Not officially, of course, but that had to mean something.
You’re holding a tablet in your hand when she approaches, her hand sliding to your waist as she takes the tablet with ease. It’s like the two of you have done this before, like it’s normal.
“CT back?” She smiles down at you as she holds the tablet against her torso.
“Yeah.” You nod, stumbling over the word. “Definitely a concussion. And it looks like she ruptured her eardrum when she got hit.”
“Definitely.” She nods, focused on the scan. “Let’s get her some antibiotics for that.”
She hands the tablet back to you, her fingertips barely grazing yours, but it makes a spark jump through you.
Trinity snorts, watching the entire interaction.
“Something funny, Dr. Santos?” Cassie lifts her eyebrows, giving her the mom look.
Santos backs down immediately with a shake of her head. For some reason Cassie with her mom look, and one had on her hip, screamed don’t instigate.
“No, nope.” She shakes her head, turning quickly to the computer.
“How’s it going? Didn’t get into trouble while I was gone?” Cassie smirks.
“No.” You shake your head, your eyes focused on hers. They changed color, you realized. Sometimes they were dark blue, like the ocean when it stormed. But now, they were very light, almost silvery.
Cassie’s arm is still wrapped around your waist, and she pulls you in as close as you can get without making it weird. Your chests touched when you breathed, almost synchronized. You were sure if you leaned your head only an inch forward, your lips would brush—
“Hey, guys.” Dana looks between the two of you, but doesn’t say anything.
You immediately put space between you and Cassie, somehow forgetting where you were. But Cassie’s hand never leaves your back.
“Looks like it’s supposed to start earlier.” Dana holds her phone up. “Probably about six.”
“We’re gonna inform the night shift.” Robby leans against the desk, hitting the top of it with his palm. “Just try and spread the word, alright?”
“Of course, Dr. Robby.” You smile sweetly, but it’s nothing like the smile you give when you meet Cassie’s eyes again.
The lights flicker when you meet Cassie’s eyes, and for a second it’s surreal. Your head makes you think the two of you did that, but you knew that was your imagination. Something out of a fairytale.
“That’s not good.” Dana takes off her glasses and looks around. The lights flicker again, and everyone looks around warily.
“The powers not.. gonna go out.. Is it?” You ask, looking between the two women.
“No.” Cassie rubs your back, instinctively pulling you in. “And if it does.. we have what we need. We’ll make it work.”
Dana gets off the phone, shoving it down with a little more force than necessary, and you jump away from Cassie again.
“Westbridge is shuttin’ down.” Dana rolls her eyes. “Said they have no heat.”
“So tell them to plug in some heaters.” Robby waves his hand, walking away. “Fucking people.”
“It’s about to get a whole lot busier in here.” Dana sighs.
By the time it’s three, everyone’s in full swing of things. Nobody has a moment for themselves. Night shift arrived a long time ago, and you can’t remember the last time you saw Cassie.
Somewhere in the sea of people, you got pulled along with Shen and Ellis. Not your favorite pairing, but nobody could top Cassie.
It got to a point where there were ambulances rolling in every few minutes, and when you had someone stabilized you were running back out to the trauma bay.
It was like Pittfest all over again, except this time it was more controlled and there was less death. For right now, you thought.
“You’re doing great. Keep it up.” Cassie spoke quickly, out of breath.
The two of you met outside for a quick second before rolling the next patient inside.
“We have this.” You nod, more to convince yourself.
Even after all this time you had lowered self-confidence, like you weren’t sure if you could do it.
“We have this.” Cassie confirms, her hand reaching out to squeeze yours in a quick reaffirmation. “What do we got?”
“Nine year old boy suddenly collapsed on the playground. Mostly unresponsive en route. He vomited once.” The paramedic helps roll the gurney inside, and you can’t help but think he looks way too much like Harrison.
You manage to sneak a look up at Cassie, and she looks pale, like she’s thinking the same thing. You realize you’re gonna have to take the lead on this.
“Okay. Let’s get him to trauma one. How long was he down?” You ask, rolling the bed to a stop in the trauma room.
“Two minutes before we got there.”
“Okay. Let’s move him. On my count.” You count down, and the paramedics help move him, along with Dana and Mel.
“BP seventy six over forty two.” Princess announces. “Heart rate one-forty-eight.”
“He’s crashing.” You shake your head. “Oxygen won’t be enough. We have to intubate.”
“I got it.” Mel jumps into action, coming to the top of the bed. You give her the nod to do it, but all of the sudden he retches, puking up on himself. “Suction.”
You suction around his mouth, sharp focus. Once you're done, you look to your left, seeing Cassie still standing in the corner.
You turn your head slightly, catching Dana’s eye. All she does is nod, “I got this.”
She walks slowly over to Cassie, her hand on the brunette's back, slowly pushing her out of the room.
“Tubes in.” Mel sighs in relief, catching your eye when you turn back around. You lift his eye lid, moving the light back and forth.
“Left pupil is blown. Let’s get a head CT. And call neuro down.” You step away from the bed, pulling the gloves off your hands. “Let me know when it’s back.”
“Of course.” Mel nods.
You rush out of the trauma room, in search of Cassie. You find her standing against a wall, her eyes closed, face still paled.
“Cass.” Your hand shoots out to her arm, and with one look in her eyes, you pull her flush against yours.
“He—“ She chokes, but you know what she’s trying to say. You know.
“I know, Cassie. It’s okay. I know.” You hug her for a long time, your arms aching to stay there. But things were in full swing, and you couldn’t exactly spend the rest of your shift holding her. Even if you really wanted to.
She pulls away, and your heart breaks looking at her.
“Take a minute for yourself, okay? I’ll cover where you’re needed.” Your hand rests on the side of her neck, the other on her lower back. It’s anything but platonic, but you don’t care right now.
“But you’re needed somewhere too.”
“I have this. Okay? I promise.” You tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Take five.”
She nods, but seems unsure of herself. Nevertheless, she steps away from the wall and disappears in the sea of people.
Fat snowflakes fall down when you step back out into the trauma bay two hours later. Much earlier than anticipated.
“The fuck are weather people for?” Dana huffs as she takes a drag from her cigarette.
“Tell me about it.” Your arms wrap around yourself, trying to keep yourself warm.
“They are in the same category as palm readers.” Dana shakes her head, putting her cigarette out. “Better get back inside. You should too. Take a minute to breathe. There’s gotta be two inches laid already. Accidents are gonna be pilin’ up.”
You nod, still trying to warm yourself up.
After having enough air, you come back inside, running right into Mel.
“CT back?”
Mel’s face distorts, and you don’t have to ask again before she comes out and says it.
“He didn’t make it.” She shakes her head, her lips moving into a frown. “Hemorrhage. Caught it too late.”
You sigh, running a hand over your head.
“Fuck.” You breathe out. “Take a few minutes. Have you seen Cassie? Did she ever come back?”
“She’s— she’s fine.” Mel keeps her voice calm, but you know she needs to walk away. “Jumped back in.”
“Okay. Take a minute.”
She nods, and walks away.
You take a deep breath, and walk towards the nurses station, looking up at the screen.
The phone rings, and your skin goes cold. Here it comes, you think. The storm.
“Multiple car pileup?” Dana’s eyes shoot up to yours, and your heart stops.
Fuck, when would this day be over? You feel like you’ve been here for three days. You’ve had to make two people walk away already. You felt like you were doing Robby's job. Where the hell was he, anyway?
You don’t know the last time you saw Cassie or your friends. Or the last time you had a silent moment. Or the last time you could breathe.
“Multiple deaths already.” Your eyes never leave Dana’s. “Are we ready? Hell, we’ll have to be.”
She hangs up the phone, and neither of you move for a moment. You take a deep breath, like this is the worst shift of your life. Because it is.
“What’s going on?” Robby appears, and you thank every God there is.
“Multiple car pileup.” You whisper, and you aren’t sure he even hears you. But when he lets out a loud breath, and runs a hand over his beard, you realize he’s had just as bad of a day as you.
“Jesus.” He shoves his hands into his eyes. “Attention everyone! There’s multiple victims coming in due to an accident. I know it’s been a long day. I know everyone is tired. But please hang in just a little longer.”
Everyone stops moving, listening to Robby.
“I owe everyone a drink after this. I promise.” Robby claps his hands, the sound of sirens filling the room.
The paramedics start rolling people in, and you start losing track of how many are dead on arrival.
You work close to Cassie, watching her like she might break. She catches you watching and tells you she’s fine. So that must be the truth.
She never leaves your side either. She can tell this day is draining you. And when she can, she’s asks if you’re okay. She places a hand on your back when she passes by you, and it’s enough to tell you she’s here.
When Robby gives the day shift the okay to move into the on-call rooms, you’re more than grateful. Everyone showers, and nobody says anything about how exposed it feels. They just want to move out of the way for the next person.
It feels weird to move along the hospital corridors with street clothes on, but you don’t say anything. Don’t ask anyone.
You aren’t sure you even said a word since the last order you barked out.
You feel sick to your stomach, much like after Pittfest. Like you might vomit, like you might pass out.
It’s cold in the hospital, the doors constantly opening and closing, letting the below freezing air inside. You shiver as you snap yourself out of your trance.
You planned on rooming with Trinity, Dennis, and Victoria, but decided against it. The last thing you need is to listen to them and their couples. You were sure you saw Garcia and Robby sneak into the room they were in, and you wanted no part in that.
You were also sure every single nurse roomed in another on-call room, needing to unwind together.
Besides, there was only one person you wanted to see. And she needed to see you just as much.
You sneak into the room, closing the door softly. And for a second, you think maybe she’s asleep.
But then she tilts her head, and she rushes out a hushed goodbye to her phone, and then it’s just the two of you.
“I thought you’d be rooming with your friends.” Her voice is quiet, like she’s on the brink of tears.
“No.” You say it simply, like you don’t understand why she ever thought that. “I’m sorry if I interrupted your call.”
“No. Harrison should be getting to bed anyway.” She doesn’t say anything else, she just looks at you. Her breaths are even, and she looks tired.
“Okay.” You take a step towards the other bed, and then Cassie speaks again.
“What are you doing?” Your back is turned to her now, and a shiver runs down your back.
“Getting into bed.” You turn your head towards Cassie.
“Then get in.” She lifts the blanket, and you note it’s one that often sits on her couch. “Don’t leave me waiting. It’s cold.”
You move quickly, sliding into the bed beside Cassie. Her skin is warm, unlike your own.
“You're cold.” She pulls you in closer.
Your heads lay on the same pillow, faces only a few inches apart. You look into her eyes, and now they are dark blue.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” She shakes her head slightly.
You don’t say anything for a while. You just look at each other, commit each other to memory. And it doesn’t matter if you’re sharing. Nobody’s around now. Neither of you feel uncomfortable.
Her hand moves to rest her hand on your hip, thumb running over the small sliver of skin exposed. You take that as an okay to move your hand under her shirt to her back. It’s warm, and you move your head in closer.
You rest your face in her neck, taking in her freshly washed hair. She smells good, and you don’t feel bad for taking in her scent. Her hair is cold against your face, but you don’t mind.
You shudder when her hand squeezes the flesh of your hip.
“Hey.” She says it softly, and it’s almost enough to make you cry. The day finally washing over you. “Hey, are you crying?”
“No.” It’s muffled by her neck. “But I want to.”
“Don’t feel bad. I won’t judge you.” Her arm that’s underneath the pillow comes up to the back of your head, and she holds you against her.
“I know.” You sniffle.
“Look at me.” She whispers, like you aren’t the only two in the room. She lets you break on her shoulder, and she doesn’t say anything. She lets it happen.
She’s just glad you let it be her. That you’re comfortable enough to do this. She lets you cry for a few minutes before she speaks again.
“Look at me.” She says it with more force this time. “y/n.”
She moves your head so you look at her. It’s hard to see with the small amount of light in the room. Only one dim lamp in the corner.
She wipes a tear from your eye, and you finally look at her.
“It’s okay.” She whispers. “I know I suck at making you feel better. I’ve never been good at it. And maybe that’s why I became a doctor. Because I want to be good.”
You let out a breath, bite at the flesh inside your cheek. “You are good.”
“What?” She searches your face.
“Good at it. Good at making me feel better.” You clarify. “I’m hard to bring down after I spiral. But somehow you do it.”
She rests her cheek on your head for a minute before she places a small kiss on your forehead.
You freeze.
“I— I’m sorry.” She shakes her head, moving back an inch, her face contorting into disappointment. Not in you. In herself. “I must’ve read it wrong. Read everything wrong. I’m sorry. Let’s forget this happened. I thought.. because you got in bed with me.. maybe—“
“Cassie.” You cut her off, and her breath hitches.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” You move in closer, closing the distance she put between you. “I liked it. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” She doesn’t sound sure, but she smiles anyway. She looks over your face, for anything. Anything to tell her you’re lying. She doesn’t find anything.
“Cassie.” You breathe out, and your faces are inches apart.
“What?”
“Tell me you feel it too.” You whisper.
“Of course I feel it.” She whispers back, because this is a moment meant for only the two of you. “I’ve felt it for a long time.”
“Then do something about it.”
That’s all it takes for her to press her lips against yours, hot and heavy, hands threading through your damp hair. You wrap your arms around her neck as best as you can, pulling her in closer. She bites your lip, and you lean your head back with a moan.
“Cass.” You sigh heavily.
“What?” She pulls back immediately, like you burned her. The last thing she wants to do is make you uncomfortable. Especially when she’s finally getting the one thing she wants. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” You shake your head and pull her back into you, this time kissing her softer, but still urgent. Like you can’t get enough.
“Then what’s wrong?” She looks worried after she pulls away.
“I was sighing.” You kiss her cheek, lingering there. “I liked it. I promise.”
“Okay.” She nods and tilts her face so her lips are brushing yours.
“I’ve liked you for so long, Cass.” You whisper against her lips. You run your hand back under her shirt, one hand grasping her back. Your other hand cups her face, your thumb brushing over her cheek, where your lips just touched.
“Me too.” Her eyes lock with yours.
“So I wasn’t imagining you staring at my lips today?” You smirk.
“I wasn’t— I wasn’t staring.” Her face flushes, and you can feel the warmth beneath your fingers.
“Sure you weren’t.” You shrug.
“Okay. Fine. Maybe I was.”
“Mhm.” You lean in just a fraction, giving her a soft kiss.
The kiss deepens, and your tongue enters her mouth. This time she groans, and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. This time, you flush.
“Maybe—“ Cassie sighs, the two of you making out, your tongues clashing. “Maybe we should stop.”
“Why?” You lean back just enough to whisper, and then your lips are back on hers.
“Because..” Her hands continue running through your hair, soft moans heard all around the room. “I don’t want this to go where I think it’s going.”
You pull back, feeling like someone just poured a bucket of cold water on you. She senses the disappointment immediately.
“That’s not what I meant.” She shakes her head, one of her hands still roaming through your hair. It comes down to the side of your face, tucking hair behind your ear.
“What did you mean?” You sound saddened when you whisper it.
“I just meant..” She takes a minute to think, and she can tell you’re closing off. “I meant I don’t want our first time to be.. in an on-call room.”
“Oh.” You nod. “Me either.”
“Hey. Don’t look so sad. You look like a puppy.” She laughs to herself and pulls you in for a kiss, which you happily oblige to.
When she lets go, your head finds her chest, listening to her heart beat.
“The walls are very thin. And I want to take my time with you.” Her hand strokes your back. “Want to hear everything.”
You shiver again, but this time it’s not from the cold.
“You like the sound of that?” She smirks, even though you can’t see her face.
“Yeah.” You say it quietly.
“Plus, we shouldn’t do it here. Not the first time, anyhow.”
“Okay.” You nod, and feel a yawn coming up through your throat.
“Tired?” She tilts her head so she can see you.
“Very.”
“Let’s go to bed.” She declares.
She pulls you in further, wrapping the blanket around your back, so the two of you are cocooned in. Her hand rests just under your shirt, her warm hand spread across your back.
You wrap your arms around her, under her shirt, like you’re hugging her.
“Today was rough. But I’m proud of you.” Her voice is raspy with sleep. “You did really good.”
“Thank you.”
“Nobody could’ve done what you did today. You were amazing. You kept your composure. Even when you had to.. to tell me to walk away. To tell Mel to walk away. You were at Robby’s level. That’s hard to do.” She keeps talking, and it warms your heart that someone could think that.
“That means a lot.” Your chest hurts, and you think you might cry again.
“It’s the truth.” She kisses the crown of your head, and this time she doesn’t worry about making you uncomfortable.
“Goodnight, Cassie.” You nuzzle into her chest, taking in her scent.
“Night, baby.” Her face rests in your hair.
Today was a rough one. But that didn’t matter. Because you had Cassie, and she had you. And you didn’t care about anything else.
Tomorrow you would worry about the smirks your coworkers gave you, the knowing looks. But right now, all that matters is this.
thank you for reading! make sure you like and repost! comments are always appreciated.
synopsis | you’re harrison’s babysitter, and cassie mckay enjoys having your company around. she’s always been kind to you, sugary sweet, and she’s the best to look forward to seeing anytime you can. but when you come to her home one night, crying after an altercation with your father, she is devoted to make sure you feel loved and more.
tags | age gap (22 & 42). slight adult language. triggering discussions of family ab!se & alcoholic usage. crybaby!sensitive!reader, dominant!soft!mckay. pet names included, “baby” “sweet girl” “sweetheart” & etc., but no usage of y/n. soft adult content which gets so domesticated and sweet when you get to it (author is srs).
author’s note | images used (aside from the gif of mckay) are not representation of what the reader looks like, and such. it’s dominantly used for aesthetic purposes, and only that. also… i haven’t started the pitt yet so this is going off details i read about. enjoy ! 🫂
cassie mckay loved having you around, and it was a blessing she found a good babysitter for harrison who was not only the sweetest, but such a good influence on him.
she don’t know how she got lucky with you, but she did. you had been helping her out for a year, making an easy schedule for university and to attend to babysitting when harrison wasn’t with his dad for the weekend, or if chad needed mckay to watch him for the week.
but there was more reasons why cassie liked you; you always cleaned up her home even when she insisted there was no need, you would meet with harrison’s teacher if she didn’t have the time to, you would always make sure she had a prepped breakfast or leftover dinner, and more.
you weren’t only there for her son, but for her too.
it was barely four in the afternoon, and cassie surprisingly got home early on a saturday. she came in swamped, you and harrison on the living room floor playing with legos.
“ms. mckay!” you cheered, smiling. “i thought you had a late shift?”
“they let me go home early for… something,” she murmured, rubbing her temple. harrison ran up to her, giving her a hug and she kissed the top of his head. “what did you do today, kid?”
“we did my science project together!” harrison said, and cassie looked at you, grinning. “we got all the supplies for it earlier.”
“you did? i could’ve loaned you some money,” cassie frowned, and you shook your head.
“oh please, it wasn’t much! and i had just as much fun,” you assured, and she hummed, nodding. “well i’ll be off then. when will you need me again?”
“there’s no rush for you to leave,” cassie said, and you giggled, shrugging. “stay for dinner, it’s the least i can do.”
“i got groceries for your dinner tonight, it’s easy,” you stated, and harrison went to you to give you a goodbye hug. “he also has a parent conference on tuesday morning. i told chad, but he won’t make it?”
“of course he won’t,” she muttered under her breath, yet made sure harrison didn’t hear it. “can you come back tomorrow around 10AM?”
you nodded, giving the small boy a hast hug goodbye before grabbing your purse. “hopefully i can see you a little more before you have to leave for work,” you told her, and a sweep of blush powdered onto her cheeks. “i don’t mind taking harrison to the conference, if you can’t make it.”
there it is, that’s why she liked you being around. she had someone to step up, and help her take care of things. “i’ll let you know, okay? but for now, go home and get some rest,” she insisted, and you nodded. “and thank you for helping harrison with his project — i honestly didn’t even know he had one.”
“i kinda had to get it out of him,” you joked, the two of you sharing a soft, little laugh. “well i’ll be off then. see you tomorrow, ms. mckay.”
“you know you could always call me cassie,” she stated, and you smiled. “this is not a professional field.”
“bye, ms. mckay,” you said, walking out of her apartment, and she stared at the door for a few moments before bringing herself back into reality.
for rest of the day, cassie couldn’t stop thinking about you — well, she always thought of you. but she never considered it odd because you were her son’s babysitter and she knew you for a while now, and she just always wondered if you always got home safe, ate well, when you’d hang out with friends, if were taking care of yourself—
why was she thinking about you this much?
she was just concerned, and you had been around so long, of course she wondered about you, and had her worries. that’s not wrong, right?
by the time it got late, she made sure harrison got to bed, turning off all the lights in the house and sat in the living room, mindlessly watching some television to clear her mind from the workload she was going to deal with the next day.
cassie slowly began to doze off, her eyes begging for some sleep while some hot tea sat in her hands, the cold weather of pittsburgh making its way into her home.
then, her phone buzzes aside of her. she bursts awake, nearly splashing the tea onto her lap, and puts it on the coffee table. she hastily grabbed her phone, just for her eyes to register your contact name appearing.
cassie answers. “hi? what’s wrong?”
she could hear faint wind in the background, but what caught her attention was you sniffling. “i’m so sorry for calling late but… are you still home?” you wondered, and she became filled with worry and concern.
“of course i am,” she stated. the phone call immediately dropped and only a few seconds later, there was a soft knock on her door. she pulled the throw blanket off of her, and rushed to the front door.
the winter wind hit her face as she swung the door open, and you stood there, teary eyed and tears running down your cheeks. her heart sank, and she tried to come up with what to do next.
“i know this is inappropriate because you’re my employer, i just,” you sniffled, wiping your eyes, “i didn’t know where else to go for the night.”
“what happened?” cassie asked. you didn’t say anything else, shivering with fear. she brought you inside, immediately maneuvering you to the couch, and wrapping the blanket around your frame. “it’s freezing, did you walk here?”
“my dad took my car,” you mumbled. “it sounds childish, i know. it’s just my living situation with him. he gets so drunk, and when he does, he’s so mean to only me.”
cassie never dared to pry about your private life, all she knew is you had a straining relationship with your parents, but mostly with your father. you didn’t tell her much, and she didn’t want to ask.
you looked down at your lap, and cassie crouched down in front of you. “you have to talk to me, sweetheart,” she softly spoke, almost too worried herself that if she raised her voice in the slightest, she’d scare you off. “i could’ve picked you up, it’s dangerous out there.”
silence filled the room, cassie thinking of what to ask next, or if she should give you some space. she analyzed your body language, and how you were trembling, her eyes falling still onto your fingernails.
they were bleeding, just slightly.
“did you scratch someone?” she asked, grabbing your hands and pushed up the sleeves of your sweater, only to see faded bruises. “what is this?”
you didn’t look at her, ashamed and wanting to cry again. you felt only small and weak, vulnerable, and all ready to fall apart in front of cassie.
“you have to tell me what this is, or i’m alerting the authorities,” she said, and you shook your head, looking at her. “then tell me.”
“it just got bad tonight,” you mumbled, your breath and voice trembling. “it got so bad, and i got so scared.”
“did your father do something?” cassie asked, and you hesitantly nodded, inhaling sharply. your hands moved to your scarf, your hands visibly shaking as you slowly tugged it off of your neck. her eyes widened at the sight of bruises forming around your neck.
she could kill someone.
“you can’t tell anyone, no one can know,” you pleaded, falling into a puddle and voice of sobs, cassie coming to your side and pulling you into a close hold.
she consoled you, rubbing your back, and held your head close to her chest as you made yourself into a ball on her lap. “you can stay here as long as you’d like,” is all cassie could manage to say, gently rocking you, her soft shushing sounding like warm velvet.
minutes later, you had found a way to calm down, only few sniffles being heard from you. cassie sat back as you pulled yourself up and off her lap, your doe, glossy eyes making a connection to hers. “did i disturb you?” you wondered, and she grinned, shaking her head. “it’s late and you have work tomorrow, i’m sorry.”
“let’s just worry about getting you to sleep, okay? you can sleep in my bed, i’ll take the couch,” cassie insisted, but you protested, frowning. “it’s really not a problem.”
“i just,” you began, inhaling sharply and took a second to find your words, “i don’t want to sleep alone, if that’s okay?”
cassie could almost faint, her heart hitting her chest, and cheeks going flush. “okay yeah, i’ll sleep with you,” she agreed, and you smiled, softly thanking her. she guided you to her bedroom, turning on the main light, and you stood close by. “here are some pajamas, and i can wash your clothes in the morning,” she handed the sleepwear to you, giving a slight smile.
“is it okay if i have some privacy?” you asked, and she nodded, turning around and staring mindlessly at the floor, hearing the rustling of your clothes and shoes being taken off. she looked at anything, her socks, her fingernails, anything to let time pass while you got changed. “i’m done now.”
cassie looked at you, and took your clothes, folding them on her dresser. “i hope you’re not a blanket hogger,” she lightly joked, and you chuckled, a toothy smile cracking from your mouth. “harrison will do that, and he will make sure i’m at the edge of the bed.”
“i promise i’m not,” you told her, and the two of you shared a soft, gentle smile as she moved the blanket up and open for you to get onto the bed. “you don’t have to tuck me in.”
“i’m going to do what i want, sweetheart,” she said, and you grew flustered from the nickname, but didn’t refuse her gesture, crawling into your side of the bed. she pulled the comforter over you, being sure the blanket made you warm and you were comfortable.
“isn’t it weird that harrison will see i’m here early in the morning?” you asked, and she shook her head, her eyes averting to your neck. “please don’t look at me like a wounded animal.”
“i’m not, i never would,” cassie stated. “but if i knew things were this bad at home, i would’ve let you move in.”
“this is a two bedroom apartment,” you pointed out. “i wouldn’t let you sleep on the couch forever.”
“if i had to sleep on the couch to ensure you were safe, then,” she trailed off, shaking her head in thought before her knuckles began to softly caress your warm cheeks, “but you’re here now, and it’s almost 1AM.”
cassie shut off the main light, returning to her side of the bed, and got under the comforter, yet double checked she wasn’t invading your space.
“cassie?” you whispered. you never called her by her first name, not ever — she was familiar with you referring to her as ms. mckay, but now that you were saying her first name, her heart melted and a surge of emotions coursed through her. she never thought you’d actually say it, even after she teased you about it.
“what’s going on, baby?” cassie turned to her side, somehow making out your face in the dark room. she called you another sweet name, hoping it wasn’t trouble or gross to you, but she could see a smile threatening to creep up on your lips.
you went quiet for a few seconds, but you inhaled when you mustered the courage to ask, “is it okay if you hold me while i sleep? i know it’s weird to ask, but i would— fuck, it’s actually okay—”
“come here,” cassie demanded, and she could see your smile as her arm laid opened, you curling up against her side. she moved the blanket back up around your frame, her arm hooking around you, and kept you close.
“goodnight cassie,” you mumbled, your body slowly coming to an ease as you realized you were safe, and she wasn’t going anywhere.
and cassie couldn’t sleep for the night, wide awake in her thoughts, and wanting to memorize your warmth, while you were glued to her.
“busy night?” victoria asked, seeing cassie’s clearly exhausted eyes, and how she kept yawning. “did you sleep at all?”
“had some trouble falling asleep,” cassie said, and victoria nodded, both returning to looking at patient’s charts.
“dr. mckay and victoria, we have an injured patient,” robby called out, and they left their clip boards on the nurses’ desk, running over to the emergency room.
half of the team joined in, seeing a clearly broken knee with the bone popping out, and a dislocated jaw. “patient is 49 years old, male, was found this morning by the bridge,” robby announced, and cassie took a close look, examining the wounds. “he’s barely conscious.”
mel handed cassie his information chart, and when she saw the name, her eyes widened, her body going numb.
it was your drunken father.
she put the chart to the side, focusing back to your dad, and realized she had to be a professional for now. her mind blurred between wanting to harm him, and having to do her job without letting her feelings for you get in the way, which was difficult to do.
everyone was hands on, trying to talk to him to keep him awake, saying how he was going to need surgery.
cassie couldn’t be in the surgery room — she’d purposely kill him.
he was immediately taken into the operating room, and cassie stayed back, calling your number. the phone rang about three times before you finally picked up.
“hi ms. mckay,” you answered. “is everything okay?”
“just checking up on you and harrison,” she replied, and you hummed. “how is everything today? i’m sorry i had to leave you.”
“you’re a doctor, it’s okay!” you exclaimed, cassie’s heart warming to sound of your bit of laughter. “luckily i had some concealer in my purse so i used it to cover up the whole thing. besides, i didn’t want harrison to see it.”
“okay, well i left some money on the kitchen counter so you two could order in. i’ll be off by midnight,” cassie told you, looking at the clock; it was barely fucking 1PM. “see you soon.”
you hung up the call, and cassie put her phone back in her pocket. she went helping other patients while your dad remained in surgery, and she wanted the time to pass by faster.
she worried about you, about leaving you alone for the day after you were harmed by your dad and it felt wrong — she felt so guilty.
a bit of comfort came to her when she realized you were with harrison, and he was a good distraction, that he’d be occupying you until she got home and could take care of you.
before she left to get her bag from the locker, she looked around to see if anyone would watch her go into the room your dad was in. she was smart about it, grabbing the clipped chart as she made her way in, your dad watching some television on the small antenna box in the corner.
“how are you feeling after the anesthesia wore off?” she asked, smiling and he shrugged. “you got some bad injuries, do you want to tell me what happened?”
your dad didn’t respond for a while, his eyes studying cassie’s face, and how she bitterly looked at him.
“are you the woman my daughter babysits for?” he asked, and cassie sighed, putting the chart down. “have you notified her?”
cassie closed the curtain, turning back around and came closer to his side of the bed. “she’s at my house,” she began, hands on the bed’s railing. “she came by last night, she showed me what you did.”
“i didn’t do shit, she’s a liar,” he retorted, and cassie glared at him. “and how could i have done that? i don’t remember.”
“i didn’t even say what she showed me,” she backfired, and your dad knew he was caught. “if she wants to be at my place, i don’t mind. she’s there most of the time, anyways.”
“she’s my kid. she shouldn’t be at some woman’s house,” your dad protested, and she scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “she’ll come back home, i’m her father.”
“well that’s her choice, isn’t it? but from where i stand, she’s going to stay with me,” cassie stated, and his face froze, his heart rate going up on the monitor. “so if you don’t want me going to the authorities — or making sure you leave here alive — you will back the fuck off and stay away from her.”
your dad didn’t say much else, only giving her a curt nod, and that got a grin out of her. “glad we’re on the same page,” she picked up the clipboard, and walked out of the room.
you laid on the living room couch, watching random episodes of friends on the television, and waited for cassie to come home.
for once, you didn’t worry to walk around in a house, almost scared any wrong move you made would cause punishment. your heart didn’t race with anxiety, but instead was filled with serene and peace that cassie would be home, and could hold you again.
the front door’s knob made noise, perking your ears up as you looked over at it. cassie appeared, visibly exhausted until she saw the sight of you, and a smile cracked on her lips.
“you’re home,” you said, sitting up, and she put her bag down by the coat rack, closing and locking the door. “there’s leftover dinner in the microwave, i’ll go warm it up right now—”
“no, stay,” cassie suggested, and you listened as she sat down next to you, bringing you into her side.
“my mom called me, she said my dad’s in the hospital,” you told her, peaking up at her. “you didn’t happen to see him?”
“i was occupied with other patients and surgeries,” she said, playing with your hair. “i can ask around about updates.”
“no, it’s okay,” you murmured, “it’s better if i didn’t know. also, i had my friend stop by my house and bring me some stuff.”
“i could’ve taken you,” cassie said. “wait, you told your friend you were here?”
you didn’t say much else, getting up and put the throw blanket on the couch. “i’m gonna shower, and i think we should go to bed,” you walked to cassie’s bedroom, her following right behind you. “i can shower last, if you want to shower first—”
“why didn’t your friend say anything—”
“also, i'll take the couch tonight—”
"baby, baby, stop and look at me," cassie grabbed you by your shoulders, forcing you to face her. "why didn't you go to your friend last night?"
you teared up, your body crumbling inside itself as guilt and fear shifted itself onto your face. "i feel safe with you," you muttered, your voice low and your bottom lip quivered. "besides, my friend would leave me to be with her boyfriend, and would forget."
cassie didn't want to push you anymore, only nodding and bringing you into an embrace. "okay baby, it's okay," she reassured, and you sniffled, tucking your face into her shoulder. "let's get you to the shower, and we'll go to sleep."
you separated yourself from the hug, and cassie wiped away your tears, letting you grab your shower products and sleepwear. "you can shower with me," you said, and her body went stiff, her cheeks going red as you both looked at one another. "i mean, if you want?"
cassie could have rolled into her grave and gone to heaven, gaining the movement to make her head nod. "yeah, that's fine by me," she calmly responded. "if you're comfortable with that?"
"i wouldn't ask if i wasn't," you stated, and she hummed, both of you careening to the bathroom together. she closed the door, and you turned on the water to a mildly hot temperature, putting your products on the shower shelves, with your sleepwear on top of the sink.
cassie's eyes focused on everything you did before your attention ws back onto her. "i'll get in first," you stripped off your clothes, and she turned around to give you a second of privacy, looking back once she heard you get in.
she took off her own clothes shortly after, going in behind you as your body bare stood in front of her, her eyes gawking at your figure. you were luckily soaking your hair under the water as she fought off every muscle and urge to drop to her knees, and kiss you from your thighs to your stomach, where her hands wanted to touch and remember every inch of.
cassie was not religious — far from it — but god, you were heaven, the sweetest blessing and creature that mankind has ever made, every part of you tempting her to bite your skin, and to leave your mark.
yet the temptation morphed itself into concern when there was few other bruises scattered around your body, and her jaw nearly went slack when you turned around, and there were patterns.
"baby," cassie whispered, and kissed the back of your shoulder, her hands on your waist, maneuvering you to look at her.
there was this glistening star in your eyes that she had always noticed, that always sparkled when you stared at her as if you needed more, wanted her to be more in your life. your lips ached, your body welcoming and soaking in her touch that perfectly melted into your skin, and your bodies pressing in closer together.
cassie knew she could be more, anything you needed or liked — that was her sole purpose being in your life, and she swore to herself that you would never go back home, and you would only need her for the rest of your life.
"you're my girl, okay? you're my girl," cassie promised, and you nodded as she didn't hesitate or take another second to push her lips up against yours. you sunk into the kiss, your hands on her rosy cheeks, wanting her to move in deeper onto your lips, both of you craving of each other's taste.
water cascaded over the two of you as the kissing became messy, feeling the water droplets fall in between each other’s lips. cassie could leave marks on your body from the way her hands held onto your waist, refusing to let you go or even move an inch back.
she pulled away from the kiss, staring at you. “is it okay that we’re doing this? are you okay with it?” she asked, panic in her voice as if she felt like she was depriving you of purity, and also because she was so much more older than you.
“if you haven’t noticed since i started babysitting harrison, i’ve been wanting this,” you admitted, and she grinned. “i’ve wanted you, and i hope you’re okay with that, too.”
“we don’t have to decide anything right now, but,” cassie started, bringing one hand up to your cheek to gently stroke her thumb against it, “we could go out for dinner sometime — somewhere private and safe.”
“i’d love that, please,” you said, and she nodded, going back to kissing you, taking you aback for a moment. “but i think you should know something.”
cassie paused, looking at you. “what is it?”
“i’m… how do i say this?” you wondered, thinking to yourself. “i haven’t done… anything. i never had—”
“you’ve never had sex?” cassie asked, visibly worried because she felt like it wasn’t right for her to be your first time. “we don’t need to do this, i promise. your first time should be special.”
“i’ve never been more sure,” you assured. “i want it to be with you, and i know you’ll make it special; i trust you.”
and cassie would — of course she would.
she turned off the water, stepping out first and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around you. she put on her own bathrobe before she scooped you up into her arms, a surprised gasp eliciting from you.
“if you’re really sure about this,” cassie said, opening up the bathroom door, and walking back to her bedroom, “i’ll make sure everything’s perfect for you, but there’s one condition.”
she sat you down on the edge of her bed as you looked up at her, clutching the towel wrapped around your body.
the look in your eyes that cassie always noticed was now back — you looked at her like she hung the stars in the sky, and you did think that. she was everything your dreamed of upon a shooting star, a prayer you called upon in the sky for years.
“if you get uncomfortable, you immediately tell me to stop. i won’t get mad or angry,” cassie said, and you nodded immediately. “i’m serious, sweet girl. your safety and comfortability matters to me.”
“i promise i will tell you,” you swore, and she kissed your forehead, about to walk out of the bedroom. “where are you going?”
“i’m going to try to make this special,” she stated, and you sat there, waiting around for not too long. a part of you was anxious, and you felt a bit embarrassed because all your friends have had their first time before you did, and you grew worried that cassie would dismiss you since you practically inexperienced.
only after a few minutes, cassie came back in with random candles in her arms, a wash cloth dangling around her wrist, with her hand clutching a cup of water, and you chuckled, watching as she placed the candles spontaneously in the room.
“my first time wasn’t special so,” she began to light up the candles, “i don’t really know what i’m doing.”
you smiled at the fact she was trying, and wanted to make this beautiful for you, where you could feel warm and special. your eyes followed her every movement, witnessing how focused she was as she put the cup of water and wash cloth on the bedside table.
“okay sweetheart,” she muttered, turning off the light as the glow of the candles brightened up the room, illuminating her face as she stood in front of you. “we’re gonna take this slow. stand up for me please, baby.”
you obeyed, getting up from the bed, and held onto the towel. cassie slowly moved your hand, taking over by gently removing the towel as it fell with a thud, and she kissed the side of your head, her hands reaching back to your waist.
her kiss went from to the your forehead, and down to your neck, her lips sewing chaste, adoring kisses into it, earning soft moans out of you while your hands combed into the back of her hair. you kept her close, your delicate noises waving into her ears, and she grinned against your skin.
she brought her lips up to yours, the kiss turning hungry and desperate, the two of you sharing moans, your fingers linking into the strands of her hair, her own hands grasping onto you as if you’d run away.
“get on the bed, lay down,” she demanded, and you didn’t hesitate for a second, crawling backwards onto the bed, cassie not too far behind as she hovered over you. her kisses felt heavy and sweet, whimpering into her mouth as her hands groped your breasts, your nipples sensitive to the touch. “oh good girl, you’re so good.”
your body was running off of high levels of desire, cassie heightening it when she went from kissing your lips, trailing down to your neck, and collarbones. she pressed kisses along them, to both of your shoulders, needing to taste and of inch of you that you gave to her.
she returned back to looking over you, and you smiled at her, your heart beating against your chest so hard, you swore she could hear it. her hand went to the side of your head, her brain registering how you looked in this moment; you stared at her with such love and adoration, she could ruin this moment by crying.
you couldn’t believe how her eyes canvassed every part of your face, a similar feeling of wamth coming into your soul in the familiar moment when the sun kisses your face when looking out into the sunrise horizon, and you just breathe it in.
“you’re so beautiful,” cassie whispered. “fuck, you’re so beautiful, and i’m so lucky.”
“you don’t have to say that,” you said, frowning.
“baby,” cassie gave a gentle peck to your forehead, “you’re beautiful, and i’m such a lucky woman.”
you didn’t realize a tear fell out of the corner of your eye, sniffling. “i…,” you choked on your words, everything caught in your throat. “i—”
“i love you, sweet girl,” cassie said, and your eyes glowed with pure happiness. “i love you, and you never have to worry about me not loving you.”
“i love you too, cassie,” you told her, and her smile copied yours. “please kiss me, please take everything of what i have. it’s all yours.”
she kissed you from lips, down to your body and peeked up at you when she was near your cunt. “are you sure about this?” she asked once more, and you nodded.
“i’m so sure,” you reassured, and the second her lips put a kiss to your cunt, electricity jolted your body.
her arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping her head locked between them as her mouth licked and sucked your cunt, and your hand reached into her hair, gently gripping it.
your heartbeat was faster and harder, your body making sense of this surreal moment, and your back threatened to arch.
cassie wanted to bury herself in between your legs forever, her mouth filthy hungry for you, and couldn’t get enough of you tasted sugary sweet. she moaned against your cunt, the vibrations coursing through your body as your eyes rolled back.
you tugged her head in further, her nose bumping against the bud, and inhaling how you smelt, everything of this intoxicating her brain.
“cassie, cassie,” you repeatedly moaned her name, whines cracking in your throat. your body squirmed, breathing heavily as your hand went from her hair to her hand, hers instantly holding yours with her thumb caressing it. “you’re so good at this, you’re making me feel so good.”
she lapped her tongue more on your cunt, before bringing her head up, your juices and her saliva mixing all around her mouth as it glistened brightly from the light of the candles.
“have you ever fingered yourself?” she asked, her question causing you to sit up on your elbows. when you took a beat to even think of a response, she already knew. “i’m going to be very slow and easy on this part, and if it hurts, you have to tell me.”
you hummed, giving her a curt nod. she rubbed your juices around your hole, pressing a kiss to your thigh before she slowly put two fingers into you.
your cunt tightened around her fingers, a voice of shaky whimpers coming out of you, and you looked at her.
cassie slowly and gently thrusted her fingers, her eyes studying every reaction you made. “you’re doing so good, being so perfect for me,” she cooed, and you whined, falling back onto the bed. her mouth latched itself back on your cunt, your body overwhelmed from the double pleasure, but electrifying sensation that you could feel in every part of your body.
she made sure to build up her pace, her fingers getting more deeper and faster, your moans and whimpers falling out of your mouth.
this is all she needed, to make you feel good and perfect.
a warm, buzzy jolt rooted itself in your stomach, before surging all of into your bones and down to your cunt. your thighs trembled and stiffened, your skin feeling on fire as your moans were on the brink of a cry.
“i feel like… cassie,” you cried, but she didn’t stop because she knew you were close, and she wouldn’t waste a drop of your taste. her fingers pounded harder into you, your mouth both sucking and licking your cunt. “fuck fuck, cassie please—”
your eyes rolled back, your back arching and body letting go of everything, with your thighs clamping around cassie’s head, almost keeping her trapped there. “oh my fucking—,” you choked as the warm sensation in your stomach went down into your cunt, and through your legs.
cassie kept herself and her mouth latched onto you, your entire cunt squeezing itself around her fingers when you finally reached your orgasm. she slipped her fingers out of you, getting final licks and tastes of your cum, before picking her up back up.
you laid there, your body and mind trying to come down from the high. “baby, baby,” cassie called out, crouching over you, and grabbed your face to look at her. “are you okay? what’s wrong?”
your breath shuddered in your throat, gathering lungfuls of oxygen as your eyes readjusted to clear vision, and to see how she looked like you practically cured her hunger.
“i’m okay, promise,” you said, voice trembling. “what was that?”
“that was an orgasm,” she chuckled. “it’s normal, i promise.”
you hummed, exhaustion creeping up on you. “i’m tired now,” you mumbled, your eyes droopy as you continued to look at her.
“i know baby, but we have to clean you,” cassie said, helping you sit up, and brought the cup of water to your mouth. “drink up, you need it.”
you slowly sipped the water, and she held the glass to your mouth. she brought it back to the table after a few seconds, and soaked the wash cloth into the water.
“this is going to feel a bit cold,” she told you, gently moving the wash cloth over your cunt, and you whimpered. “it’s going to be okay, it’s just a quick clean.”
after she was done, she got up and put the cloth in her laundry hamper. she sat at the edge of the bed, her eyes falling onto your neck, and back into yours. “you don’t need to go home anymore,” she said, resting her hand on your thigh. “whatever or whoever you need, that’s what i am here for.”
you were able to draw up a smile, nodding. “okay, i’ll stay,” you assured, and she kissed your forehead.
minutes later, you and cassie were bare naked in bed, the candles blown out, and the only light that existed in the room was the moon that peeked through her blinds.
bodies skin to skin, and cassie held you close, your head on her chest as you could hear her soothing heartbeat while her fingernails ran up and down your back.
you could be safe now, and she could have you forever. if you needed everything, she’d give you it, and that is all you needed to know to reassure yourself that you were going to be rightly loved and secured.
hear me out: you and Cassie are expecting a baby together and she just can’t keep her hands off you
You and Cassie recently marrying and almost a week later you found out you were pregnant. She was even more excited than you, and it took her only 2 days before she finally broke and told Harrison he’d have a little sibling. Every single time she got home, left the house, woke up or went to bed, or even just saw you, she’d now kiss both your lips and your growing tummy. She swore she could see the bump even only a week in, and she spoke to the baby every single night, sometimes having Harrison join in. But not only did she romantically admire your bump, she sexually desired it too. She had been dying to knock you up since the first time she ever slipped her thick cock inside your wet walls. She’d tell you how she was going to knock you up and put a baby in you, even when she wore a condom by your discretion. When you let her go raw, she’d moan loudly and repeatedly as she practically humped you, filling you with multiple loads of her cum. When you really started to show, she couldn’t help but run her hands over your large belly, smiling softly at it and resting a small hand on the area as she thrusted into you.
One morning when Harrison was with his father, Cassie woke up to an empty bed and quickly began looking for you. She never let you leave without kissing her baby and wife good morning. She spotted you in the kitchen wearing only panties and a now tight tank top. Your breasts hung heavily with your nipples visible through the short, and the tank top didn’t fully reach to the bottom of your stomach. You gave her a soft smile and kissed her cheek, rubbing her arm and telling her all about how peaceful she looked in bed, and how you didn’t want to wake her, not noticing her dazed eyes staring at you while she covered her rock hard penis. You ended up with your back on the dining room table as she roughly thrusted her hips against yours, moaning and whimpering with each movement. She leaned down to suck your nipples, running her veiny hand the stomach that was carrying her child.
“Fuck, can’t wait to drink from these every night…oh, god! And- and watch you take care of my baby- fuck, you’re going to be the best mommy ever, my love, and I’m never going to stop filling this sweet little cunt.”
synopsis | at work, you’re a driven, intelligent second year resident of pittsburgh trauma medical center. you’ve always had a thing for cassie mckay, but you doubt she’d ever notice you. when she stumbles upon a strip club one night — needing privacy and a place to think — she comes across you, a dancer.
tags | adult language. age gap (24 & 42). adult content — authoritative!dom!cassie, sub!reader, f!ngering, f!nger sucking, dryhump!ng (if you squint), usage of a strap, daddy kink, chok!ng, biting and scratching, spit. author doesn’t know how places like these work so inaccuracy. lana del rey is also mentioned …
author’s note | i do remember how to write stuff like this after all the depressing things i’ve released x
you liked your job, what your future held, and how it felt comforting you were able to help people and take care of them.
your first year of residency was hell, already drowning in student debt and stress from trying to remain perfect as a resident.
but there was always one person who made you feel good at your job — cassie mckay. she took you under her arm the second you needed a mentor, and you learned everything from her, how she talked you through how to stitch up an injury, to how to intubate a patient, or even the praise she gave you for the slightest of things.
you tried not to cling to her, but purposely found any and every reason you could to be around her. you’d go up to cassie, asking for her help with anything, just so you can get her to talk to you more.
that’s how it was for your first residency year; by the second year, you and her were not as talkative, but you tried your best to make her remember you.
you were near the hub, looking at a patient’s chart on the tablet as you heard trinity and dennis approached you. “we’re going to grab some drinks after work. do you want to come?” she asked, and you shook your head. “you never come out!”
“that’s not true. i have pizza dates with you guys,” you reiterated, putting the tablet down. “besides, i need some sleep after days like today.”
“for one, you’ve had pizza with us like two times every month,” trinity recalled, and you rolled your eyes. “just this once?”
“i don’t know,” you mumbled, shrugging.
“i’ll pay for your drinks,” she insisted, but you wouldn’t budge. “this place shouldn’t be your life.”
“i agree,” cassie said, walking past and next to dana’s side. “that’s why i have spa days, or go on walks after work.”
you swallowed thickly, trinity raising a brow to how she saw you gawk at cassie. “dr. mckay — do you think you can convince your favorite resident to join us?” trinity asked, a hint of tease in her tone. “maybe she’ll listen to you.”
cassie’s eyes flickered into yours, a smile playing on her lips. “you’re young, and you should be having fun with your friends,” she stated, and you hummed before you turned to look at trinity, glaring at her. “dana, your input?”
“honey, you’re twenty four years old,” dana said, taking off her glasses and looked at you. “when i was twenty four, i had every bar in my university’s hometown remembering me.”
“i actually like my liver,” you joked, and everyone groaned. “maybe tomorrow, okay?”
“okay fine,” trinity sighed, hands on her hips as everybody watched you walk off. “she’s hiding something.”
“what are you talking about?” dennis wondered, the two sharing eye contact. “i can only imagine how stressful everything is for her. you even know that dr. robby gives her some hard times.”
cassie stared off looking at you, her thoughts rummaging with how focused you looked, the smile you granted every patient, and your soft laugh that blossomed throughout the level with the sweetness of it.
dana realized how cassie was practically frozen, and she nudged at her. “wake up, woman. you have a patient in south 17,” she told her, and cassie nodded, forcing herself out of the daze. “you’ve been distracted, lately.”
“just… stuff with chad. you think he would give me a break after the ankle monitor,” cassie shared, and picked back up the tablet. “anyways, i’ll see you once our shift is over.”
for the remaining five hours of your shift, you and cassie walked past each other, giving a nod to one another, or a simple hello.
you knew you were holding onto nothing, a simple work crush that was childish of you to even have — and the age gap made it more difficult.
you were at your locker, making sure you had everything in your tote bag as you sighed, exhaustion washing over you, your eyes heavy. it was already about to be 10:15pm, and you could pass out at anytime.
“hey,” you heard next to you, your head turning to the direction of the voice, and were met with cassie. “i was wondering if i could walk you to your car?”
you smiled. “are you sure?”
“of course! besides, you don’t really park that far from mine,” cassie stated, and you nodded, closing up your locker. “any crazy patients today?”
“i had a kid come in because he put a lot of tissue paper up his nostrils,” you shared, the two of you laughing as you began to walk to the car parking lot. “i also really don’t know why a kid would do that.”
“trust me, you’re going to get plenty more patients that will have you baffled,” cassie reassured, playful nudging your arm with her elbow. “so tell me — why do you never go out with your friends?”
“i… i just don’t really have the time,” you said, playing with your car keys. “and it’s not a bad thing if i want nights to myself.”
“i just don’t want to see you get consumed by this job,” she worried, and you looked at her for a moment. “i also do feel bad that we haven’t said much to each other since you’ve started your second residency.”
“it’s okay, dr. mckay,” you told her, giving her a small smile. “don’t worry about it please.”
you and her had gotten to your car, bodies facing one another. “outside of work, you can call me cassie. drive home safely, okay?” she told you, and you nodded, but were suddenly taken aback when she gave you a hug. “see you tomorrow.”
she separated herself from the hug and smiled before walking to her own car as you carefully watched her, mulling over the hug that just occurred.
you snapped out of it when you realized what time it was, hopping into your car, and throwing your bag into the passenger side.
cassie sat in her car, making sure you got out of the parking lot safely, and sighed heavily.
cassie couldn’t sleep or calm down, her brain active and unrested, even after the day she had dealt with. it was midnight, and she realized she would be exhausted in the early morning.
she didn’t know how exactly she found herself walking around town, a cigarette in her mouth as she hoped she could drain energy out of her from being out this late.
she would have harrison in a few days, also tackling court issues with her ex husband, and work was scratching at her back constantly — she just needed a breather, somewhere her body could feel calm, and gave her privacy away from the world.
that’s when she found herself out of a strip club, not too many people inside, yet was well occupied for a wednesday night.
it was a stupid idea — she respected women, loved them, and didn’t know if it would be strange for her to go into a place of such.
cassie shook her head as she hesitantly walked up to the security outside, grabbing out her wallet to show her identification card.
“it’s awfully late for someone like you,” the man said, looking at her card.
“need a break, i guess? i don’t even know what i’m doing here,” she admitted, hands in the pocket of her wool coat. “haven’t been to a thing like this in a while.”
“you’ve come to the right place then,” he said, handing her back her card, and she put it back in her wallet. “enjoy, ma’am.”
she walked inside, the music luckily not to be loud enough, and her eyes immediately caught the attention of the multiple women on the poles.
she looked like a normal customer in her black shirt, straight-legged jeans, and her long coat over her as she took off the scarf around her neck, letting it drape over her forearm.
cassie looked around for somewhere to sit, finding a chair a few feet away from the main floor, taking off her coat and putting it on the furniture. she sat down, man spreading as she intensely watched each woman dance, possessing the movements of desire to entertain every man and woman in the building.
this was calm enough for her, away from people she didn’t know, a place nobody would ever consider for her to be in.
cassie grabbed another cigarette from her pack, lighting it up, and continued to analyze the dancers, sighing to herself in thought.
each woman danced to their own personal set of a song, in different pieces and material of lingerie, and she hummed, noticing how men went up to them to put sets of twenties or hundreds in the bands of the dancer’s underwear.
what was she doing in a place like this? she felt ridiculous, but she could rest and breathe for a moment, which was something she exactly needed.
soon after, she burned out her cigarette into the ashtray that was on a small table next to the chair.
time smoothly passed by, and when cassie looked at her phone, it told her how it was nearly two in the morning — she considered just calling out of work.
she got up from her chair, throwing back on her coat and scarf until a new song played for another dancer.
she knew the music, the artist, a familiar part of it playing a memory in her head. she stood there, watching the next performer making her way to middle front of the stage, a sync of men cheering and clapping.
a personal favorite, it seemed.
she knew the song from somewhere, someplace — someone played it for her once, but her brain couldn’t put a precise time of when or who.
cassie’s eyes dragged along the body of the woman from to the black red bottoms heels, to the tight and tiny dark cherry red bikini set, all the way up to the face.
glitter on and around the eyes, lips glazed with a shiny gloss, and makeup done — but she could recognize that face, the face she saw everyday, that she would think about in the morning and the night.
it was you.
she knew the song because of you. at the near end of your first year residency, cassie asked you if you’d like to have lunch with her, and you happily agreed to it as she wanted to know about you, anything you were willing to tell her.
you couldn’t think of what to say, and she asked you simple questions like, “what’s a show you like that you’d recommend,” or, “what music do you listen to?”
she recalled you telling her about some artist that you’d listen to for years, and one of your favorite songs by her was ‘burning desire,’ which played in the speakers, and your body moved along to.
your hands on the pole, your body pressing up against it, showing off every inch of bare skin to the people in the room like you didn’t mind, that it was fun for you.
you were beautifully seductive, people hurrying to get to the edge of the stage, money coming to you as if you’d had hypnotized them.
cassie inched herself a little closer to you, eyes fixated on your body, your breasts, your plump ass, how you smiled at people with a charm. this isn’t how she was supposed to see your heavenly body for the first time.
she didn’t like how every man wanted to take you as theirs, a nauseating jealousy surging through her.
you had seemed like a natural to be a performer of such, teasing everyone by your fingers hooking at the thin band of your underwear, tugging it down to think you’d expose yourself.
cassie careened closer, to the point she could be in your possible view. she listened as every man called you sweetheart or baby, snagging more cash out of their wallets.
your hands switched from your underwear to the bikini tie, slowly unraveling it, and cassie was prepared to grab you and throw her coat over you.
“how’d you like two hundred?” cassie asked, and your head snapped to her voice, a grin on her lips. “i’ll make it three hundred for a private dance.”
you nearly tumbled off the stage, your heart racing as you exchanged eye contact with her, and you thought your life would be ruined.
the song concluded, and you rushed off into the back, thinking you were about to throw up.
cassie stayed behind, waiting for you to come out of the private dancing section which you did, hurrying up towards her.
“what are you doing here?” you asked, wearing a long fur coat to protect your nude body. “it’s so late, and i can’t believe you’re here.”
“what are you doing as a stripper?” cassie questioned. “is this why you don’t go out after work?”
you looked around a bit before you grabbed her hand, dragging her to a private room to keep her alone. you closed the door, facing her again. “you don’t understand,” you began, shaking your head. “and you can’t tell anyone or this will ruin my life.”
cassie sat down in the velvet chair, staring up at you. “who would i tell?” she wondered. “why are you doing this? you’re only twenty four, and you could do anything else.”
“by my third year of university, my parents decided to cut me off,” you explained, voice shaky. “my financial aid only covered so much but not enough, especially when i started the medicine program.”
“there’s scholarships,” cassie stated.
“i tried, but i wasn’t granted any,” you reiterated, and sniffled. “i had a friend who did this, and she said she would make a few thousands in a week. i was able to put myself through the program, but still have debt i need to pay off in the meantime.”
“but you make good money for being a resident,” cassie insisted, and you scoffed. “you don’t need to do this anymore.”
“i give money to my grandparents,” you confessed, crossing your arms over your chest. “my grandpa’s hospital bills are a lot, and my grandma can barely cover them.”
cassie thought to herself as she looked away for a moment, her fingers tapping along her thighs while you looked at her, hoping she’d forget about this night.
“get your stuff, we’re leaving,” cassie said, getting up from the chair. “you’re coming with me.”
“what? i’m not—”
“get your fucking things, and meet me out in the front,” she demanded, and you went silent, only nodding. “you don’t have a say so, now do you?”
you let her walk away, standing in the room for a moment while you were on the brink of crying, inhaling sharply and tried to keep your composure.
you hurried to the dressing rooms, changing out of your set, and put on your sweatpants and shirt, tossing the bikini into your pink duffle bag. you snugged on your slipper boots, and grabbed your coat again, wiping your tears away.
“hey, are you okay?” your friend ashley asked, the next performer to go up. “i saw you with that woman.”
“she’s… she’s actually my coworker at the hospital,” you said, and ashley’s jaw nearly dropped. “i didn’t know she would even come to a place like this.”
“well you always tell us how you like her,” she teased, and you cracked a smile. “maybe she cares about you, and tonight was a good sign.”
“i guess,” you mumbled, and she gave you a quick hug, rubbing your back. “i gotta go. i’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“good luck,” she said, letting go from the hug as you walked off to outside, saying your farewells to your friends and the bouncers inside.
the second you were outside, cassie stood there, patiently waiting for you as she looked like she was about ready to scold you. “come on, it’s late,” she said, gesturing her head for you to beckon to her.
you stayed behind only a couple inches when walking with her, your head lowered and you watched your feet move you forward, the silence between you and cassie making you nausea.
“i’m not going to tell anyone,” cassie broke the silence, your head snapping up. “but i won’t let you do this anymore.”
“that’s not your choice,” you told her, seeing how she looked over at you for just a second. “i was just going to keep doing this for a little bit longer.”
“how much longer? until you finished your entire residency?” she asked, and when you didn’t answer, she stopped her movement to turn around, and sternly looked at you. “are you fucking serious?”
“i almost have enough saved, okay? it’ll be over with soon,” you reassured, and she scoffed, in utter disbelief. “it’s not like you understand.”
“oh, i understand,” she said, taking a step closer to you. “and i’ll make you regret this decision.”
your body went numb, with cassie holding your hand to drag you, it being the only way you could move your legs. nothing else was exchanged between the two of you, and you were too nervous to speak up or to further explain yourself, but she had to know you only saw this as a second revenue source.
you tried to make sense of what she told you about making you “regret” your decision — any decision, of that kind.
you had reached her apartment complex, the front gate creaking open as she continued to drag you inside, being sure your hand would bruise from how hard she squeezed it.
“you don’t have harrison?” you asked, trying to make any conversation. “ i would assume since custody stuff has gotten better between you and chad.”
“think again,” cassie mumbled, dropping your hand as she got her house keys from her coat pocket, unlocking the front door, and swung it open. “get inside.”
you carefully walked inside, and stood awkwardly by the coat rack, cassie trailing carefully behind you and slammed the door close.
“can i put my bag somewhere, please?” you wondered, and she put her bag by the door, dropping her keys on it. she grabbed your duffel bag, gesturing her head for you to follow her, and you could feel your heart in your throat.
she turned on the small lamp that sat on the beside table, being the only singular light to illuminate the bedroom, and she put your bag on the floor by the bed.
“come here,” is all she said as she put herself on the edge of the mattress, hands on her knees as she looked at you, her eyes glistening with a thin line between covetous and infuriated.
you took a few close steps towards her, and she grew further exasperated, rolling her eyes. “what do you want me to do?” you squeamishly asked, your palms sweating, and hesitated to even try to look away.
“get on your knees, right here,” she coaxed, her voice suddenly soft and warm.
“what?” you panicked.
“on your knees, in between my legs”, her voice got stricter, tipping on the point of shouting. “you should really listen to me right now — your whole life is in my hands.”
you stood between her, your knees slowly pulling themselves to the wooden bedroom floor as your eyes dared to not meet hers.
“you’re so proud and confident in front of gross men,” cassie began, her fingers curling into the top of your hair and forcibly yanked your head up to look at her, “but can’t bother to stare me in the eye. that’s a bit disrespectful, don’t you think?”
“i—i don’t know,” you stammered, a teary gloss coating your eyes. “i’ll do anything you want.”
“i know you will,” she smiled, her hand coming down to pat your cheek, her thumb gently caressing it.
you whimpered, a warm need grew in your stomach, cascading around your body. you were desperate, and you swore you were dreaming about what was happening because you’ve fantasized about this, about cassie taking control over you and ruining you to her satisfaction.
you nuzzled your cheek against her thigh, your eyes pleading for her to do something — anything — to you.
she stroked the top of your head, a faux sweet look sewing itself onto her face while a depraved smile curled up on her lips. “take off everything,” she said, and you hurried up onto your feet, throwing off your shoes, unraveling your clothes off your body.
cassie joined you, taking off her own shoes with her coat and scarf, sat back on her hands as she closely watched how your body trembled, whether it was because of excitement or fear — either way, she loved it.
you stood nude in front of her, arms crossed around your body to protect yourself. the pittsburgh winter must’ve slipped through the cracks of her apartment as it stirred itself in the room to make the goosebumps prickle on your skin, and cassie stood up, inching herself closer to you.
“don’t do that,” she whispered, tugging your arms away, and her eyes fixated on your body, breathing heavily, “you’re so beautiful. nobody deserves to see this but me.”
air got caught in your throat, your heartbeat hitting against your chest, being sure she could hear it. “only for you, cassie,” the words slipped out of your mouth, not able to catch them on time, but you didn’t regret it. “only for you — all for you.”
“you’re going to have to prove that to me,” she said, almost taunting and tempting you, willing to test how far you’ll go. “come sit right here, baby.”
cassie patted her lap as she sat back down, and you straddled it, your legs on the side of hers. her fingers came to your hair, pushing messy strands of it behind your ears before her fingertips drew themselves over your lips, switching to her thumb that pressed up against them.
“open wide for me,” she whispered, and your mouth pulled itself open in a second, her thumb making its way into it. “suck on it, i need know if you’ll even be able to take my cock.”
your lips wrapped around her thumb, gently sucking on it as she moaned to the sight, eyes fixed on you being so obedient for her. “there’s my girl, oh you’re so fucking good,” she praised, your doe eyes flickering up into hers, a look of innocence beading into them.
you sunk further into her lap, about to grind onto it before she hastily noticed, pulling her thumb out of your mouth. “please, please,” you whined, eyebrows drawing together in desperation.
“such good manners,” she said, her hand rubbing your inner things, teasing closer to your cunt. “you think you deserve it, sweet girl? you’ve kind of disappointed me tonight.”
“didn’t mean to,” you pouted, pressing your hips closer to her, aching for her to touch you. “i didn’t know you wanted me, needed me.”
“oh baby,” cassie swiftly brought her hand up, gently grasping your jaw to force eye contact. “i’ve needed you and this since the first time i laid eyes on you. following me around, coming to me for anything — you’ve been my girl the second you came to me.”
“do you mean that?” you wondered.
“have i ever lied to you?” she asked, and you shook your head. “never would do anything to make you distrust me, you got that?”
“i understand, i do,” you assured, leaning your head in just a bit. “can you kiss me, please?”
“just because you asked so nicely,” she said, her lips meeting yours as her arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you in closer to her. your body drowned in her touch, your hips grinding against her lap, earning a breathy chuckle elicit from her. “so fucking desperate.”
you mindlessly nodded, tongues slipping into each other’s mouth as the kiss turned into a wet mess. cassie’s hand snaked down to your inner thigh, trailing itself to your cunt, and brushed against it.
“mhm, please,” you whined, and she placed a few more kisses to your lips before pulling back, tilting her head to the side with a sly grin on her face. “touch me, please.”
“i am touching you, baby,” she said, and you whined in protest, trying to grind your cunt against her hand. “did i say you can do that?”
“i’ll do anything,” you whispered, resting your head on her shoulder as you looked at her.
cassie caved, two of her fingers slipping into your tight cunt, a surprised gasp escaping your mouth as she slowly pumped them in a curl. her thumb rubbed your bud, humming to herself and wrapped her free arm around your waist to keep you close.
“you hear that, sweetheart?” she asked, referring to your sopping wet noises that got louder with each pump. “you’ve just been dying for this. tell me how much you’ve needed this.”
“s’much, cassie. been dreaming about you and this ever since,” your words are interrupted by a moan, “s—since i met you. jus’ needed you to ruin me.”
“yeah, baby?” she teased, her fingers thrusting into you harder, rougher, trying to break open your cunt. “i need to stretch you out, make sure you’re gonna be able to take my cock.”
you hummed, nodding and batted your eyelashes while looking up at her, “i’ll take it s’good, cass. promise i will,” you rambled, your walls tightening around her fingers as she moaned to the feeling of it.
cassie’s arm went from being around your waist, to her hand forcing your head up and roughly grabbing your jaw to look at her. her hands pressed harsh against the bone, not able to break out of her hold as she focused on how your mouth fell open with every whine and whimper going from the depths of your chest, to past your pretty plump lips.
“daddy,” you whined in a hush, it slipping out of you without a thought, without even realizing it. cassie’s surprised eyes is what made you reel in what you had said, growing shy and apologetic.
“what’d you say?” cassie asked, trying to pull it out of you again, almost daring you to say it once more. “come on, speak up.”
“i—i didn’t say anything,” you lied, and she paused, humming before her hand came to your throat, her fingers perfectly curling around it.
“you get one more chance,” she threatened, an innocent look morphing onto your face as you shook your head.
in a sudden rush, cassie’s free hand came to the back of your head, fingers knotting in your hair before she threw you face and body first into her mattress, earning a harsh huff out of you.
you laid there, trying to peak at her as she stripped out of her clothing, making a pile on the ground. she rummaged through her nightstand drawers, grabbing something in such a hast, you couldn’t make out what it was.
the bed dipped behind you, hearing cassie curse at herself for a moment until her hands were suddenly on your hips, drawing you backwards and made sure your ass was propped up.
“breathe,” is all cassie said, your cunt suddenly being stretched and pushed open with her strap, and your fingers gripped onto the comforter beneath you, groaning into the mattress.
she stayed still in you for a minute or two, letting your hole adjust to the size and length of her, your body shuttering and trembling.
“do you want me to treat you like a filthy girl?” she asked as she had leaned and hovered over you, her bare chest brushing against your nude back. you nodded, face flat on its side and she amusingly smiled.
her hand pressed to the side of your head, pushing it further into the mattress as she rammed her cock into you, brutalizing your cunt and forcing it to break open to her size. you cried out with traces of whimpers and moan that blended into one another, and cassie groaned in your ear, her eyes fixated on the way her cock pounded into you.
“wanna tell me what you said a second again?” cassie wondered, and you refused to answer, only for her go harder and rougher, spitting on your face. “don’t be stupid girl.”
the spit caught off guard, but you only grinned in pleasure as she took immediate notice to it, her hand pressing deeper onto your head and spat again.
“daddy,” you cried out, your cunt being so full of her, almost sure she was in your guts. “please, you’re fucking me s’good.”
“yeah, baby? keep talkin’ to daddy,” she pried, and you whimpered, immensely weak and pathetic under her strength.
“wanted this so much, can feel you in my stomach,” you rambled, and she smiled, the sound of your and hers skin clapping together bouncing off the walls of her bedroom. “i’ll do anything for your cock.”
“i know you will, sweetheart. i know,” she cooed, placing a chaste kiss to your cheek before she pulled back, removing her hand, and her hands focused on your hips, feeling how your body twitched and squirmed.
“feel like i’m gonna cum,” you whined, your back arching as warmth accumulated itself in your stomach, burning high and slowly reaching to in between your legs. “please, i want to cum.”
“cum for me, baby. make me proud,” cassie praised and you nodded, the warmth turning in a blissful heat that surged through your body. “you can do it, c’mon.”
an euphoric high hit you all at once, crying out for cassie as she helped you ride out your high and your body trembled beneath her hands, her fingers digging into your skin.
“there’s my girl,” she breathed, your juices and cum perfectly coating her cock, being in a trance by just looking at it. “i knew you could do it, just to make me happy.”
your lungs gathered oxygen, breathily heavily and panted, your body going limp. you didn’t say much, trying to reel yourself back into reality, and cassie could only look at you with pure amusement and smug smile on her lips.
“i don’t think you’ve had enough yet,” she insisted, maneuvering herself to sit up by her headboard, calling your name. “come here baby, you need to ride me.”
you only nodded, crawling up to her, and sat up on your knees in between her legs, a pout quivering on your lips.
“you can do it, sweetheart. just one more time, okay?” she said, and you hummed, straddling her lap, slowly sinking down on her cock. you gasped, eyebrows drawing together as you made eye contact with her while you let her fill you up. “juussttt like that, make yourself feel good on my cock, baby.”
she placed her hands on your hips, looking at you as you gradually built up your pace, your hands on her chest, your hips moving in a smooth yet desperate rhythm. your back was perfectly arched as you began to bounce and ride her, cassie in sweet awe of how your cunt begged for more of her.
wanton noises left you, throwing your head back, and kept your hands on her, a pure firestorm of lust kissing your skin, touching your cunt.
“jus’ keep bouncing on me, use me how you’d like,” she praised, her eyes glued to your bouncy tits, her mouth salivating to suck on them. her hands caressed up and down the sides of your body, wanting to leave scattered bruises across your delicate skin, to mark and bite you.
your fingernails scraped against her chest, looking back down at her as you pounded her cock into you with a uncontrollable hunger for more desire, for more of her to stretch you apart and open.
cassie propped herself up a bit, her mouth hung open to suck onto your sensitive nipples, contributing more pleasure to your needs, and you hummed, nodding to the feeling of it.
her groans sewed into your soft moans, the collision of your ass slapping against her thighs finding their own way into the mix of it as it continued to bounce of the walls of her apartment, being sure a neighbor was about to file a noise complaint.
“fuckin’ made for me,” cassie muttered, her teeth bitting into the side of your breasts, earning a harsh whimper. “you show yourself off to anyone else like that again, i’ll break you.”
you mindlessly nodded as your fingers combed and grasped onto cassie’s hair, letting her put more bites of blissful pleasure into your soft skin.
your body was warm against her mouth, a crying need to bite harder into you until blood seeps out from her teeth marks, and she could put kisses to it, only to hurt you again, and get another sick taste of you.
“mhm, daddy, daddy,” you babbled, the redhead grinning as she looked up at you, her hands giving a harsh, chaste squeeze to your ass. “feel like ‘m gonna fucking cum.”
“only get to cum if you promise me something, baby,” cassie insisted, and you whimpered. “promise me you’re going to stop this dancing.”
you nodded, her words sounding like echoes while your high hastily and gradually peaked itself into your abdomen, your entire body trembling with it.
“i—i promise, promise,” you mumbled, your eyes locking into hers, and she smiled wide. “only for you, cass. please let me cum.”
“cum over my cock,” she said, and your high didn’t wait another second before it rolled out of you, straight into your cunt as you squirmed and your body fell on her, your teeth sinking into her shoulder. you bit down heavily, cassie moaning to the feeling of it, and you whimpered, all of your high leaking out and around her cock.
you and her stayed still in your positions for a few minutes, collecting yourselves and gathering lungfuls of oxygens into your bodies.
cassie sat herself up perfectly against her bed’s headboard, making sure to pick you up with her as your body rested softly against hers.
“will you forget about tonight?” you abruptly asked, and cassie sat quiet for a few seconds.
“look at me,” she said, forcing you to sit up on her lap, and to face her, with her hand grasping your jaw to force eye contact. “i’m not forgetting about this, any of this. but you made me a promise, and i expect you to stick to it. understood?”
“it’s hard for me, financially,” you told her, and she sighed. “i still have insurances, an apartment to pay off—”
“you’ll live with me,” cassie interrupted, pulling out a cigarette pack from the drawer of her nightstand, and your eyes widened. “i’m serious. if that’s what it’ll take, then just move in.”
“don’t fuck around,” you said, and she put the stick in between her lips, handing you the lighters. “cassie.”
“baby,” she lulled back, and you shook your head, lighting up her cigarette. she took in a sharp inhale, before blowing out the smoke away from your face. “you’re lucky it was me who caught you.”
“i’m happy it was. i’ve been waiting for something like this for a while,” you admitted, and cassie smirked, humming in pride to herself as she inhaled another smoke. “don’t get cocky.”
she brought you back down against her body, pulling a blanket over the two of you as she continued to smoke, and you slowly began to drift off into sleep.
“you’re my girl. always will be,” cassie whispered, and you only hummed before falling asleep on her body.
synopsis | you’re harrison’s babysitter, and cassie mckay enjoys having your company around. she’s always been kind to you, sugary sweet, and she’s the best to look forward to seeing anytime you can. but when you come to her home one night, crying after an altercation with your father, she is devoted to make sure you feel loved and more.
tags | age gap (22 & 42). slight adult language. triggering discussions of family ab!se & alcoholic usage. crybaby!sensitive!reader, dominant!soft!mckay. pet names included, “baby” “sweet girl” “sweetheart” & etc., but no usage of y/n. soft adult content which gets so domesticated and sweet when you get to it (author is srs).
author’s note | images used (aside from the gif of mckay) are not representation of what the reader looks like, and such. it’s dominantly used for aesthetic purposes, and only that. also… i haven’t started the pitt yet so this is going off details i read about. enjoy ! 🫂
cassie mckay loved having you around, and it was a blessing she found a good babysitter for harrison who was not only the sweetest, but such a good influence on him.
she don’t know how she got lucky with you, but she did. you had been helping her out for a year, making an easy schedule for university and to attend to babysitting when harrison wasn’t with his dad for the weekend, or if chad needed mckay to watch him for the week.
but there was more reasons why cassie liked you; you always cleaned up her home even when she insisted there was no need, you would meet with harrison’s teacher if she didn’t have the time to, you would always make sure she had a prepped breakfast or leftover dinner, and more.
you weren’t only there for her son, but for her too.
it was barely four in the afternoon, and cassie surprisingly got home early on a saturday. she came in swamped, you and harrison on the living room floor playing with legos.
“ms. mckay!” you cheered, smiling. “i thought you had a late shift?”
“they let me go home early for… something,” she murmured, rubbing her temple. harrison ran up to her, giving her a hug and she kissed the top of his head. “what did you do today, kid?”
“we did my science project together!” harrison said, and cassie looked at you, grinning. “we got all the supplies for it earlier.”
“you did? i could’ve loaned you some money,” cassie frowned, and you shook your head.
“oh please, it wasn’t much! and i had just as much fun,” you assured, and she hummed, nodding. “well i’ll be off then. when will you need me again?”
“there’s no rush for you to leave,” cassie said, and you giggled, shrugging. “stay for dinner, it’s the least i can do.”
“i got groceries for your dinner tonight, it’s easy,” you stated, and harrison went to you to give you a goodbye hug. “he also has a parent conference on tuesday morning. i told chad, but he won’t make it?”
“of course he won’t,” she muttered under her breath, yet made sure harrison didn’t hear it. “can you come back tomorrow around 10AM?”
you nodded, giving the small boy a hast hug goodbye before grabbing your purse. “hopefully i can see you a little more before you have to leave for work,” you told her, and a sweep of blush powdered onto her cheeks. “i don’t mind taking harrison to the conference, if you can’t make it.”
there it is, that’s why she liked you being around. she had someone to step up, and help her take care of things. “i’ll let you know, okay? but for now, go home and get some rest,” she insisted, and you nodded. “and thank you for helping harrison with his project — i honestly didn’t even know he had one.”
“i kinda had to get it out of him,” you joked, the two of you sharing a soft, little laugh. “well i’ll be off then. see you tomorrow, ms. mckay.”
“you know you could always call me cassie,” she stated, and you smiled. “this is not a professional field.”
“bye, ms. mckay,” you said, walking out of her apartment, and she stared at the door for a few moments before bringing herself back into reality.
for rest of the day, cassie couldn’t stop thinking about you — well, she always thought of you. but she never considered it odd because you were her son’s babysitter and she knew you for a while now, and she just always wondered if you always got home safe, ate well, when you’d hang out with friends, if were taking care of yourself—
why was she thinking about you this much?
she was just concerned, and you had been around so long, of course she wondered about you, and had her worries. that’s not wrong, right?
by the time it got late, she made sure harrison got to bed, turning off all the lights in the house and sat in the living room, mindlessly watching some television to clear her mind from the workload she was going to deal with the next day.
cassie slowly began to doze off, her eyes begging for some sleep while some hot tea sat in her hands, the cold weather of pittsburgh making its way into her home.
then, her phone buzzes aside of her. she bursts awake, nearly splashing the tea onto her lap, and puts it on the coffee table. she hastily grabbed her phone, just for her eyes to register your contact name appearing.
cassie answers. “hi? what’s wrong?”
she could hear faint wind in the background, but what caught her attention was you sniffling. “i’m so sorry for calling late but… are you still home?” you wondered, and she became filled with worry and concern.
“of course i am,” she stated. the phone call immediately dropped and only a few seconds later, there was a soft knock on her door. she pulled the throw blanket off of her, and rushed to the front door.
the winter wind hit her face as she swung the door open, and you stood there, teary eyed and tears running down your cheeks. her heart sank, and she tried to come up with what to do next.
“i know this is inappropriate because you’re my employer, i just,” you sniffled, wiping your eyes, “i didn’t know where else to go for the night.”
“what happened?” cassie asked. you didn’t say anything else, shivering with fear. she brought you inside, immediately maneuvering you to the couch, and wrapping the blanket around your frame. “it’s freezing, did you walk here?”
“my dad took my car,” you mumbled. “it sounds childish, i know. it’s just my living situation with him. he gets so drunk, and when he does, he’s so mean to only me.”
cassie never dared to pry about your private life, all she knew is you had a straining relationship with your parents, but mostly with your father. you didn’t tell her much, and she didn’t want to ask.
you looked down at your lap, and cassie crouched down in front of you. “you have to talk to me, sweetheart,” she softly spoke, almost too worried herself that if she raised her voice in the slightest, she’d scare you off. “i could’ve picked you up, it’s dangerous out there.”
silence filled the room, cassie thinking of what to ask next, or if she should give you some space. she analyzed your body language, and how you were trembling, her eyes falling still onto your fingernails.
they were bleeding, just slightly.
“did you scratch someone?” she asked, grabbing your hands and pushed up the sleeves of your sweater, only to see faded bruises. “what is this?”
you didn’t look at her, ashamed and wanting to cry again. you felt only small and weak, vulnerable, and all ready to fall apart in front of cassie.
“you have to tell me what this is, or i’m alerting the authorities,” she said, and you shook your head, looking at her. “then tell me.”
“it just got bad tonight,” you mumbled, your breath and voice trembling. “it got so bad, and i got so scared.”
“did your father do something?” cassie asked, and you hesitantly nodded, inhaling sharply. your hands moved to your scarf, your hands visibly shaking as you slowly tugged it off of your neck. her eyes widened at the sight of bruises forming around your neck.
she could kill someone.
“you can’t tell anyone, no one can know,” you pleaded, falling into a puddle and voice of sobs, cassie coming to your side and pulling you into a close hold.
she consoled you, rubbing your back, and held your head close to her chest as you made yourself into a ball on her lap. “you can stay here as long as you’d like,” is all cassie could manage to say, gently rocking you, her soft shushing sounding like warm velvet.
minutes later, you had found a way to calm down, only few sniffles being heard from you. cassie sat back as you pulled yourself up and off her lap, your doe, glossy eyes making a connection to hers. “did i disturb you?” you wondered, and she grinned, shaking her head. “it’s late and you have work tomorrow, i’m sorry.”
“let’s just worry about getting you to sleep, okay? you can sleep in my bed, i’ll take the couch,” cassie insisted, but you protested, frowning. “it’s really not a problem.”
“i just,” you began, inhaling sharply and took a second to find your words, “i don’t want to sleep alone, if that’s okay?”
cassie could almost faint, her heart hitting her chest, and cheeks going flush. “okay yeah, i’ll sleep with you,” she agreed, and you smiled, softly thanking her. she guided you to her bedroom, turning on the main light, and you stood close by. “here are some pajamas, and i can wash your clothes in the morning,” she handed the sleepwear to you, giving a slight smile.
“is it okay if i have some privacy?” you asked, and she nodded, turning around and staring mindlessly at the floor, hearing the rustling of your clothes and shoes being taken off. she looked at anything, her socks, her fingernails, anything to let time pass while you got changed. “i’m done now.”
cassie looked at you, and took your clothes, folding them on her dresser. “i hope you’re not a blanket hogger,” she lightly joked, and you chuckled, a toothy smile cracking from your mouth. “harrison will do that, and he will make sure i’m at the edge of the bed.”
“i promise i’m not,” you told her, and the two of you shared a soft, gentle smile as she moved the blanket up and open for you to get onto the bed. “you don’t have to tuck me in.”
“i’m going to do what i want, sweetheart,” she said, and you grew flustered from the nickname, but didn’t refuse her gesture, crawling into your side of the bed. she pulled the comforter over you, being sure the blanket made you warm and you were comfortable.
“isn’t it weird that harrison will see i’m here early in the morning?” you asked, and she shook her head, her eyes averting to your neck. “please don’t look at me like a wounded animal.”
“i’m not, i never would,” cassie stated. “but if i knew things were this bad at home, i would’ve let you move in.”
“this is a two bedroom apartment,” you pointed out. “i wouldn’t let you sleep on the couch forever.”
“if i had to sleep on the couch to ensure you were safe, then,” she trailed off, shaking her head in thought before her knuckles began to softly caress your warm cheeks, “but you’re here now, and it’s almost 1AM.”
cassie shut off the main light, returning to her side of the bed, and got under the comforter, yet double checked she wasn’t invading your space.
“cassie?” you whispered. you never called her by her first name, not ever — she was familiar with you referring to her as ms. mckay, but now that you were saying her first name, her heart melted and a surge of emotions coursed through her. she never thought you’d actually say it, even after she teased you about it.
“what’s going on, baby?” cassie turned to her side, somehow making out your face in the dark room. she called you another sweet name, hoping it wasn’t trouble or gross to you, but she could see a smile threatening to creep up on your lips.
you went quiet for a few seconds, but you inhaled when you mustered the courage to ask, “is it okay if you hold me while i sleep? i know it’s weird to ask, but i would— fuck, it’s actually okay—”
“come here,” cassie demanded, and she could see your smile as her arm laid opened, you curling up against her side. she moved the blanket back up around your frame, her arm hooking around you, and kept you close.
“goodnight cassie,” you mumbled, your body slowly coming to an ease as you realized you were safe, and she wasn’t going anywhere.
and cassie couldn’t sleep for the night, wide awake in her thoughts, and wanting to memorize your warmth, while you were glued to her.
“busy night?” victoria asked, seeing cassie’s clearly exhausted eyes, and how she kept yawning. “did you sleep at all?”
“had some trouble falling asleep,” cassie said, and victoria nodded, both returning to looking at patient’s charts.
“dr. mckay and victoria, we have an injured patient,” robby called out, and they left their clip boards on the nurses’ desk, running over to the emergency room.
half of the team joined in, seeing a clearly broken knee with the bone popping out, and a dislocated jaw. “patient is 49 years old, male, was found this morning by the bridge,” robby announced, and cassie took a close look, examining the wounds. “he’s barely conscious.”
mel handed cassie his information chart, and when she saw the name, her eyes widened, her body going numb.
it was your drunken father.
she put the chart to the side, focusing back to your dad, and realized she had to be a professional for now. her mind blurred between wanting to harm him, and having to do her job without letting her feelings for you get in the way, which was difficult to do.
everyone was hands on, trying to talk to him to keep him awake, saying how he was going to need surgery.
cassie couldn’t be in the surgery room — she’d purposely kill him.
he was immediately taken into the operating room, and cassie stayed back, calling your number. the phone rang about three times before you finally picked up.
“hi ms. mckay,” you answered. “is everything okay?”
“just checking up on you and harrison,” she replied, and you hummed. “how is everything today? i’m sorry i had to leave you.”
“you’re a doctor, it’s okay!” you exclaimed, cassie’s heart warming to sound of your bit of laughter. “luckily i had some concealer in my purse so i used it to cover up the whole thing. besides, i didn’t want harrison to see it.”
“okay, well i left some money on the kitchen counter so you two could order in. i’ll be off by midnight,” cassie told you, looking at the clock; it was barely fucking 1PM. “see you soon.”
you hung up the call, and cassie put her phone back in her pocket. she went helping other patients while your dad remained in surgery, and she wanted the time to pass by faster.
she worried about you, about leaving you alone for the day after you were harmed by your dad and it felt wrong — she felt so guilty.
a bit of comfort came to her when she realized you were with harrison, and he was a good distraction, that he’d be occupying you until she got home and could take care of you.
before she left to get her bag from the locker, she looked around to see if anyone would watch her go into the room your dad was in. she was smart about it, grabbing the clipped chart as she made her way in, your dad watching some television on the small antenna box in the corner.
“how are you feeling after the anesthesia wore off?” she asked, smiling and he shrugged. “you got some bad injuries, do you want to tell me what happened?”
your dad didn’t respond for a while, his eyes studying cassie’s face, and how she bitterly looked at him.
“are you the woman my daughter babysits for?” he asked, and cassie sighed, putting the chart down. “have you notified her?”
cassie closed the curtain, turning back around and came closer to his side of the bed. “she’s at my house,” she began, hands on the bed’s railing. “she came by last night, she showed me what you did.”
“i didn’t do shit, she’s a liar,” he retorted, and cassie glared at him. “and how could i have done that? i don’t remember.”
“i didn’t even say what she showed me,” she backfired, and your dad knew he was caught. “if she wants to be at my place, i don’t mind. she’s there most of the time, anyways.”
“she’s my kid. she shouldn’t be at some woman’s house,” your dad protested, and she scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “she’ll come back home, i’m her father.”
“well that’s her choice, isn’t it? but from where i stand, she’s going to stay with me,” cassie stated, and his face froze, his heart rate going up on the monitor. “so if you don’t want me going to the authorities — or making sure you leave here alive — you will back the fuck off and stay away from her.”
your dad didn’t say much else, only giving her a curt nod, and that got a grin out of her. “glad we’re on the same page,” she picked up the clipboard, and walked out of the room.
you laid on the living room couch, watching random episodes of friends on the television, and waited for cassie to come home.
for once, you didn’t worry to walk around in a house, almost scared any wrong move you made would cause punishment. your heart didn’t race with anxiety, but instead was filled with serene and peace that cassie would be home, and could hold you again.
the front door’s knob made noise, perking your ears up as you looked over at it. cassie appeared, visibly exhausted until she saw the sight of you, and a smile cracked on her lips.
“you’re home,” you said, sitting up, and she put her bag down by the coat rack, closing and locking the door. “there’s leftover dinner in the microwave, i’ll go warm it up right now—”
“no, stay,” cassie suggested, and you listened as she sat down next to you, bringing you into her side.
“my mom called me, she said my dad’s in the hospital,” you told her, peaking up at her. “you didn’t happen to see him?”
“i was occupied with other patients and surgeries,” she said, playing with your hair. “i can ask around about updates.”
“no, it’s okay,” you murmured, “it’s better if i didn’t know. also, i had my friend stop by my house and bring me some stuff.”
“i could’ve taken you,” cassie said. “wait, you told your friend you were here?”
you didn’t say much else, getting up and put the throw blanket on the couch. “i’m gonna shower, and i think we should go to bed,” you walked to cassie’s bedroom, her following right behind you. “i can shower last, if you want to shower first—”
“why didn’t your friend say anything—”
“also, i'll take the couch tonight—”
"baby, baby, stop and look at me," cassie grabbed you by your shoulders, forcing you to face her. "why didn't you go to your friend last night?"
you teared up, your body crumbling inside itself as guilt and fear shifted itself onto your face. "i feel safe with you," you muttered, your voice low and your bottom lip quivered. "besides, my friend would leave me to be with her boyfriend, and would forget."
cassie didn't want to push you anymore, only nodding and bringing you into an embrace. "okay baby, it's okay," she reassured, and you sniffled, tucking your face into her shoulder. "let's get you to the shower, and we'll go to sleep."
you separated yourself from the hug, and cassie wiped away your tears, letting you grab your shower products and sleepwear. "you can shower with me," you said, and her body went stiff, her cheeks going red as you both looked at one another. "i mean, if you want?"
cassie could have rolled into her grave and gone to heaven, gaining the movement to make her head nod. "yeah, that's fine by me," she calmly responded. "if you're comfortable with that?"
"i wouldn't ask if i wasn't," you stated, and she hummed, both of you careening to the bathroom together. she closed the door, and you turned on the water to a mildly hot temperature, putting your products on the shower shelves, with your sleepwear on top of the sink.
cassie's eyes focused on everything you did before your attention ws back onto her. "i'll get in first," you stripped off your clothes, and she turned around to give you a second of privacy, looking back once she heard you get in.
she took off her own clothes shortly after, going in behind you as your body bare stood in front of her, her eyes gawking at your figure. you were luckily soaking your hair under the water as she fought off every muscle and urge to drop to her knees, and kiss you from your thighs to your stomach, where her hands wanted to touch and remember every inch of.
cassie was not religious — far from it — but god, you were heaven, the sweetest blessing and creature that mankind has ever made, every part of you tempting her to bite your skin, and to leave your mark.
yet the temptation morphed itself into concern when there was few other bruises scattered around your body, and her jaw nearly went slack when you turned around, and there were patterns.
"baby," cassie whispered, and kissed the back of your shoulder, her hands on your waist, maneuvering you to look at her.
there was this glistening star in your eyes that she had always noticed, that always sparkled when you stared at her as if you needed more, wanted her to be more in your life. your lips ached, your body welcoming and soaking in her touch that perfectly melted into your skin, and your bodies pressing in closer together.
cassie knew she could be more, anything you needed or liked — that was her sole purpose being in your life, and she swore to herself that you would never go back home, and you would only need her for the rest of your life.
"you're my girl, okay? you're my girl," cassie promised, and you nodded as she didn't hesitate or take another second to push her lips up against yours. you sunk into the kiss, your hands on her rosy cheeks, wanting her to move in deeper onto your lips, both of you craving of each other's taste.
water cascaded over the two of you as the kissing became messy, feeling the water droplets fall in between each other’s lips. cassie could leave marks on your body from the way her hands held onto your waist, refusing to let you go or even move an inch back.
she pulled away from the kiss, staring at you. “is it okay that we’re doing this? are you okay with it?” she asked, panic in her voice as if she felt like she was depriving you of purity, and also because she was so much more older than you.
“if you haven’t noticed since i started babysitting harrison, i’ve been wanting this,” you admitted, and she grinned. “i’ve wanted you, and i hope you’re okay with that, too.”
“we don’t have to decide anything right now, but,” cassie started, bringing one hand up to your cheek to gently stroke her thumb against it, “we could go out for dinner sometime — somewhere private and safe.”
“i’d love that, please,” you said, and she nodded, going back to kissing you, taking you aback for a moment. “but i think you should know something.”
cassie paused, looking at you. “what is it?”
“i’m… how do i say this?” you wondered, thinking to yourself. “i haven’t done… anything. i never had—”
“you’ve never had sex?” cassie asked, visibly worried because she felt like it wasn’t right for her to be your first time. “we don’t need to do this, i promise. your first time should be special.”
“i’ve never been more sure,” you assured. “i want it to be with you, and i know you’ll make it special; i trust you.”
and cassie would — of course she would.
she turned off the water, stepping out first and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around you. she put on her own bathrobe before she scooped you up into her arms, a surprised gasp eliciting from you.
“if you’re really sure about this,” cassie said, opening up the bathroom door, and walking back to her bedroom, “i’ll make sure everything’s perfect for you, but there’s one condition.”
she sat you down on the edge of her bed as you looked up at her, clutching the towel wrapped around your body.
the look in your eyes that cassie always noticed was now back — you looked at her like she hung the stars in the sky, and you did think that. she was everything your dreamed of upon a shooting star, a prayer you called upon in the sky for years.
“if you get uncomfortable, you immediately tell me to stop. i won’t get mad or angry,” cassie said, and you nodded immediately. “i’m serious, sweet girl. your safety and comfortability matters to me.”
“i promise i will tell you,” you swore, and she kissed your forehead, about to walk out of the bedroom. “where are you going?”
“i’m going to try to make this special,” she stated, and you sat there, waiting around for not too long. a part of you was anxious, and you felt a bit embarrassed because all your friends have had their first time before you did, and you grew worried that cassie would dismiss you since you practically inexperienced.
only after a few minutes, cassie came back in with random candles in her arms, a wash cloth dangling around her wrist, with her hand clutching a cup of water, and you chuckled, watching as she placed the candles spontaneously in the room.
“my first time wasn’t special so,” she began to light up the candles, “i don’t really know what i’m doing.”
you smiled at the fact she was trying, and wanted to make this beautiful for you, where you could feel warm and special. your eyes followed her every movement, witnessing how focused she was as she put the cup of water and wash cloth on the bedside table.
“okay sweetheart,” she muttered, turning off the light as the glow of the candles brightened up the room, illuminating her face as she stood in front of you. “we’re gonna take this slow. stand up for me please, baby.”
you obeyed, getting up from the bed, and held onto the towel. cassie slowly moved your hand, taking over by gently removing the towel as it fell with a thud, and she kissed the side of your head, her hands reaching back to your waist.
her kiss went from to the your forehead, and down to your neck, her lips sewing chaste, adoring kisses into it, earning soft moans out of you while your hands combed into the back of her hair. you kept her close, your delicate noises waving into her ears, and she grinned against your skin.
she brought her lips up to yours, the kiss turning hungry and desperate, the two of you sharing moans, your fingers linking into the strands of her hair, her own hands grasping onto you as if you’d run away.
“get on the bed, lay down,” she demanded, and you didn’t hesitate for a second, crawling backwards onto the bed, cassie not too far behind as she hovered over you. her kisses felt heavy and sweet, whimpering into her mouth as her hands groped your breasts, your nipples sensitive to the touch. “oh good girl, you’re so good.”
your body was running off of high levels of desire, cassie heightening it when she went from kissing your lips, trailing down to your neck, and collarbones. she pressed kisses along them, to both of your shoulders, needing to taste and of inch of you that you gave to her.
she returned back to looking over you, and you smiled at her, your heart beating against your chest so hard, you swore she could hear it. her hand went to the side of your head, her brain registering how you looked in this moment; you stared at her with such love and adoration, she could ruin this moment by crying.
you couldn’t believe how her eyes canvassed every part of your face, a similar feeling of wamth coming into your soul in the familiar moment when the sun kisses your face when looking out into the sunrise horizon, and you just breathe it in.
“you’re so beautiful,” cassie whispered. “fuck, you’re so beautiful, and i’m so lucky.”
“you don’t have to say that,” you said, frowning.
“baby,” cassie gave a gentle peck to your forehead, “you’re beautiful, and i’m such a lucky woman.”
you didn’t realize a tear fell out of the corner of your eye, sniffling. “i…,” you choked on your words, everything caught in your throat. “i—”
“i love you, sweet girl,” cassie said, and your eyes glowed with pure happiness. “i love you, and you never have to worry about me not loving you.”
“i love you too, cassie,” you told her, and her smile copied yours. “please kiss me, please take everything of what i have. it’s all yours.”
she kissed you from lips, down to your body and peeked up at you when she was near your cunt. “are you sure about this?” she asked once more, and you nodded.
“i’m so sure,” you reassured, and the second her lips put a kiss to your cunt, electricity jolted your body.
her arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping her head locked between them as her mouth licked and sucked your cunt, and your hand reached into her hair, gently gripping it.
your heartbeat was faster and harder, your body making sense of this surreal moment, and your back threatened to arch.
cassie wanted to bury herself in between your legs forever, her mouth filthy hungry for you, and couldn’t get enough of you tasted sugary sweet. she moaned against your cunt, the vibrations coursing through your body as your eyes rolled back.
you tugged her head in further, her nose bumping against the bud, and inhaling how you smelt, everything of this intoxicating her brain.
“cassie, cassie,” you repeatedly moaned her name, whines cracking in your throat. your body squirmed, breathing heavily as your hand went from her hair to her hand, hers instantly holding yours with her thumb caressing it. “you’re so good at this, you’re making me feel so good.”
she lapped her tongue more on your cunt, before bringing her head up, your juices and her saliva mixing all around her mouth as it glistened brightly from the light of the candles.
“have you ever fingered yourself?” she asked, her question causing you to sit up on your elbows. when you took a beat to even think of a response, she already knew. “i’m going to be very slow and easy on this part, and if it hurts, you have to tell me.”
you hummed, giving her a curt nod. she rubbed your juices around your hole, pressing a kiss to your thigh before she slowly put two fingers into you.
your cunt tightened around her fingers, a voice of shaky whimpers coming out of you, and you looked at her.
cassie slowly and gently thrusted her fingers, her eyes studying every reaction you made. “you’re doing so good, being so perfect for me,” she cooed, and you whined, falling back onto the bed. her mouth latched itself back on your cunt, your body overwhelmed from the double pleasure, but electrifying sensation that you could feel in every part of your body.
she made sure to build up her pace, her fingers getting more deeper and faster, your moans and whimpers falling out of your mouth.
this is all she needed, to make you feel good and perfect.
a warm, buzzy jolt rooted itself in your stomach, before surging all of into your bones and down to your cunt. your thighs trembled and stiffened, your skin feeling on fire as your moans were on the brink of a cry.
“i feel like… cassie,” you cried, but she didn’t stop because she knew you were close, and she wouldn’t waste a drop of your taste. her fingers pounded harder into you, your mouth both sucking and licking your cunt. “fuck fuck, cassie please—”
your eyes rolled back, your back arching and body letting go of everything, with your thighs clamping around cassie’s head, almost keeping her trapped there. “oh my fucking—,” you choked as the warm sensation in your stomach went down into your cunt, and through your legs.
cassie kept herself and her mouth latched onto you, your entire cunt squeezing itself around her fingers when you finally reached your orgasm. she slipped her fingers out of you, getting final licks and tastes of your cum, before picking her up back up.
you laid there, your body and mind trying to come down from the high. “baby, baby,” cassie called out, crouching over you, and grabbed your face to look at her. “are you okay? what’s wrong?”
your breath shuddered in your throat, gathering lungfuls of oxygen as your eyes readjusted to clear vision, and to see how she looked like you practically cured her hunger.
“i’m okay, promise,” you said, voice trembling. “what was that?”
“that was an orgasm,” she chuckled. “it’s normal, i promise.”
you hummed, exhaustion creeping up on you. “i’m tired now,” you mumbled, your eyes droopy as you continued to look at her.
“i know baby, but we have to clean you,” cassie said, helping you sit up, and brought the cup of water to your mouth. “drink up, you need it.”
you slowly sipped the water, and she held the glass to your mouth. she brought it back to the table after a few seconds, and soaked the wash cloth into the water.
“this is going to feel a bit cold,” she told you, gently moving the wash cloth over your cunt, and you whimpered. “it’s going to be okay, it’s just a quick clean.”
after she was done, she got up and put the cloth in her laundry hamper. she sat at the edge of the bed, her eyes falling onto your neck, and back into yours. “you don’t need to go home anymore,” she said, resting her hand on your thigh. “whatever or whoever you need, that’s what i am here for.”
you were able to draw up a smile, nodding. “okay, i’ll stay,” you assured, and she kissed your forehead.
minutes later, you and cassie were bare naked in bed, the candles blown out, and the only light that existed in the room was the moon that peeked through her blinds.
bodies skin to skin, and cassie held you close, your head on her chest as you could hear her soothing heartbeat while her fingernails ran up and down your back.
you could be safe now, and she could have you forever. if you needed everything, she’d give you it, and that is all you needed to know to reassure yourself that you were going to be rightly loved and secured.
Hello, can I please have a fic with Cassie McKay where her and the reader obviously have a thing for each other but neither will admit it. Everyone else can tell and they are secretly betting on them. One day some random person starts flirting with the reader but she doesn’t notice. Cassie notices what happens and drags the reader into an empty room where she confesses how she feels about her? A jealous Cassie would be amazing!! Also if their coworkers are spying on them to see who wins the bet that would be awesome!
invisible line — c. mckay
cassie mckay x fem!r2!reader
word count: 5.8k
summary: you and cassie mckay have always danced around each other, so much so everyone starts betting on the two of you. but when someone else flirts with what’s hers? that’s where she draws the line.
warnings: mostly fluff, swearing, a lot of inner monologue i’m so sorry, smut, thigh riding, age gap (r is late 20s, cass is 42), tiny bit of angst but not really, flirting, kissing
a/n: if you haven’t seen your request yet, im truly sorry. i’m getting to it, i promise. working down the line.
It all started the first time the two of you met. You were fresh out of medical school, and have never stepped foot in this hospital. You did your previous rotations at another hospital, so you’d never been to PTMC in your life.
You looked unsure of yourself, stepping forward timidly. You clenched a small notepad in your fist, your scrubs ironed and pressed perfectly. You screamed professionalism in every way possible.
But you looked like a lost lamb.
You shyly introduced yourself to the charge nurse, explained you’d met with the director upstairs, that you were supposed to start today.
She didn’t look at you like you were stupid, and you appreciated it. You weren’t young for being a first year med student, no, but you sure as hell looked it.
You always had comments made about how young and mature you looked, and you hated it. So that was why you applied to PTMC. Why you didn’t go back to the other hospital where you did your rotations.
You couldn’t stand the eyeing looks from the lead physicians, or the comments about how you're too young to be there. So you hoped this would be your fresh start.
Dana, you later learned was the nurse's name, immediately introduced you to Robby. But you knew how the ER worked, nobody ever had time for a full conversation.
He reached for your hand, shook it quickly, pointed in someone’s direction, you weren’t sure where. But you were a rule follower, so you headed in that direction, running straight into who you thought was an angel.
She placed a calming hand on your back, steadying you before you went falling flat on your face. She reassured you it was all okay, even as your face contorted into an unreadable expression. Even as you looked as if you were about to cry. Even as you looked scared shitless.
She took you under her wing, that day, and every day after.
You learned her name was Cassie McKay. She had a son named Harrison and an ex-husband named Chad who she hated. Knew she liked women, all men sworn out of her life after her divorce. Knew she had a history with drugs, and didn't like being around alcohol. Knew she lived alone, didn’t have any pets, but would love to have a cat. Knew her favorite color was orange, she loved the show Friends, her favorite holiday was split between Halloween and Christmas.
The list could go on and on. And she probably knew even more about you.
You knew her on a level no other doctor in the emergency department did. You knew more about her, than you did yourself, you were sure.
And loved every detail. Even the small ones. Like the tattoo on her arm, and the mole on her neck.
You never left her side, you were sure people called you a lost puppy dog, trailing after its owner. But you didn’t mind, as long as you got to hang out with Cassie.
And between your hushed conversations outside the exam rooms, your nightly walk around the outside of the hospital, you missed the whispers. Missed the rumors milling around the emergency department.
You missed everything besides the way Cassie’s voice softens for you, the way her eyes sparkle, how she dips her head forward so you can hear her better.
It was no secret to yourself or anyone around you that you had a crush on the woman. For God's sake, you dyed her hair for her, your hands stained a light brown from the dye for weeks even after all your scrubbing.
And you’d probably jump off a cliff with her if she’d asked.
It was also no secret to anyone that she reciprocated your feelings. If you took one look at an interaction between the two of you, there wouldn’t be any second guessing.
But there was always a line.
With you now being in your second year of residency, and her being your superior, there would always be a line. It was unspoken, but plain as day. You tiptoed between it, coming to her house even if you shouldn’t, hands wrapped around her torso, feigning a shiver even if it wasn’t cold.
She wasn’t any better than you, either. Asked you to come with her for dinner, not wanting to go herself. Asking if you need a ride home even though it was miles out of her way.
Somewhere between all of this, people started taking bets. Nobody’s really sure who started it, but someone was sure it was Victoria, on an off-handed joke.
Something about working on a case with the two of you, feeling the vibes, laughing about having money on the two of you being together by the end of the summer.
From there, it spiraled, every single person was in on it by now. And there always seemed to be a watchful eye on the two of you, bets changing here and there.
Even now, as the two of you sit in the break room for lunch during a weirdly slow shift, someone was probably changing their bet. She sat close, too close, body angled in.
It was crossing that invisible line you both self-consciously set, but you didn’t care right now. As long as you were in her vicinity, you didn’t care much. You’d probably ridicule yourself later, scold yourself for being too close.
But as you share a sandwich, which you luckily found in the cafeteria, not too dry or too soggy, you just smile at her. You lean in close when she makes a joke, doubling over in laughter, so close you can feel her breathing.
“You know, you’re pretty funny.” You lean in close, too close to still be behind your invisible line.
“What, you didn’t think I was funny already?” She feigns a hurt expression, a hand going over her chest. “That deeply upsets me.”
Your hand finds her shoulder, pushing on it slightly.
“You know what I meant.” You laugh again.
“Do I?” Her eyebrows lift with a smirk, and she leans in to take a bite of your half of the sandwich. Your eyes widen the slightest bit as she moves her head, biting off the sandwich in your hand. The half that was yours.
But you don’t mind. Not really. You just watch the way she then leans back, spreading her legs, hunched in the chair. The space between you thankfully multiplying.
And it becomes hard to contain yourself. This happened sometimes, unable to keep control of yourself. You wanted her, no doubt about it, but you wouldn’t cross the line.
“That sandwich is really good.” She smiles after she swallows her bite. “That probably means we’re gonna get food poisoning.”
“Probably.” You breathe out, and you’re not even sure you’re coherent. But she seems to understand you, her eyes locked onto your face.
She’s not looking at one particular part of your face, she never does. She’s searching it, like she wants to see what she did to you, even if she shouldn’t.
“We should get back soon.” She sits up slightly, edging to the end of her seat, closer to you. “You should finish your half. You’ll need it for later.”
It’s not meant to be sexual, but it sounds it. And it makes you feel like it’s sexual. You cross your legs as nonchalantly as possible, and take your last few bites.
As you finish eating, you pick up the trash, standing to walk towards the waste bin. Cassie sits back, watches, waits for you to tilt your head towards the door, telling her to come work.
“Are you going to Becca’s birthday party after work tonight?” You look up at her, tilting your head back. She was only a few inches taller than you, but you liked it.
“I’m not sure yet.” She shrugs, her hands in her scrub pant pockets. She leans in only an inch, and it isn’t necessary, you know it isn’t, but you don’t say anything. “Are you?”
“I think so.” You feel lightheaded, and it’s wrong, so wrong. She’s your superior, you shouldn’t feel this way, shouldn’t feed into it. But you do anyway. You bat your eyelashes, stare into her blue eyes. “Please come. For me?”
She laughs, a bright smile on her face. She blushes slightly, and it’s a sight to see, one you rarely see unless she’s really nervous.
“How can I say no when you ask like that?” Her voice rasps, and it feels domestic in a way. Like you’re already dating and you’re having a simple conversation. Like you were asking if you could pick the movie for tonight.
You beam up at her, a newfound excitement and nervousness taking over your chest all at once.
“Good. I didn’t want to go if you wouldn’t be there.” You admit sheepishly, tucking a flyaway hair behind your ear.
“Neither would I.” She stares again, and it’s hard to look away from her. She’s so captivating, so beautiful, it’s hard to draw yourself away.
“We should get back to work.” You clear your throat, finally looking away. You only succeed for a few seconds before looking back.
“Definitely.” But neither of you move, stuck in your trance, right outside the door of the break room. Her shoulder leans against the wall, hands still stuffed in her pockets. Your hands pick at a loose string on your pants, the other rubbing the back of your neck.
You laugh softly, look down at the ground, back up. And you feel like maybe you’re supposed to kiss, like this is the end of your date and she’s waiting for you to get safely inside. But this isn’t a date, and she isn’t dropping you off at home like she’s done a million times.
This is work, and you’re both professionals, and you’ve set an invisible line. One you’ve silently agreed to never cross.
In the distance, somewhere a few feet away, someone calls Cassie’s name, asks for help. She forces her gaze away, a focus landing across her face.
Her voice changes drastically, more rough around the edges now, as she shouts she’s coming.
“I’ll see you later.” Her voice softens for only a second, long enough to get those four words out. And then her voice changes again, she’s back to doctor mode, no more play time. Her shoulder brushes yours as she passes, her finger ghosting over your wrist.
It sends a shiver over you, and your face heats, and you wonder what the hell is wrong with you today. Because normally you can keep control better than this, visibly see the line. But right now it’s blurred, anything but apparent.
A tiredness settles in your bones about two hours until shift change. You hadn’t seen Cassie much in the hours since lunch, but you thought that was probably for the better.
You finally take a seat for the first time since lunch, and it feels good to be off your feet. Your muscles scream and thank you all at once. You probably overdid it today, but it would be okay if you were sore tomorrow. It was part of the job.
Besides, you were thankfully off tomorrow. One of the few days you get off a month.
You type on the computer, minding your own business, not quite listening to anyone’s conversations. They all drone around you, like background music.
“Hey.” Mel comes up beside you, a bright smile on her face. She is overwhelmed with excitement, and then so are you.
You enjoy it when she’s happy or excited about something. There’s something about Mel that makes you feel exactly what she’s feeling.
“Hi, Mel.” You look over at her quickly, finishing up the chart you were typing on.
“Are you coming tonight?” She bounces on her toes, the corner of her lip drawn between her teeth. She leans forward slightly to see you logging out of the computer. “Becca’s really excited and she is very happy you’re coming.”
“Of course I’m coming.” You smile, lean back in the chair. “I wouldn’t miss it. Especially if Becca’s involved.”
“Great. Great.” She nods nervously, and then breaks eye contact and looks around.
“Hey.” You lean out and place a hand on her arm. You know she needs to be grounded, so that’s what you were here for. “It’s gonna go smoothly, okay? I’ll be there to help if anything goes wrong.”
“No, I know.” She nods, standing on her toes for a second before leaning back down. “Just.. I’m a little nervous.”
“I know.” You nod as well, watching over her face.
If there was a second person you knew too much about, it was your best friend Mel. You started a few months before she came, so you were more well acquainted on her first day.
That shift was hell, and you still think about it to this day. When you think you’re having a hard shift, that shift resurfaces to your head, and you realize you’re being dramatic. Nothing could top that.
Regardless, on Mel’s first day, it was a rough one. You found her on the stairs, about halfway through that shift, caught her looking at a lava lamp, but never mentioned it.
You just asked what was going on, offered a helping hand. She smiled up at you, like no one’s ever shown her compassion. Not in the way you were, at least.
She never had anyone offer to help her without something in return, but that’s exactly what you did.
You offered to help her get settled in her apartment, help get Becca settled. You were always good with people, even better with people like Mel. Knew how they thought, how they reacted before they did so.
And Mel appreciated it. Even more so when you never stopped showing up for her. Never turned her down when she said Becca wanted to see you.
“Everything will go over smoothly. As long as I’m there.” You give her a soft expression. “Everyone loves Becca, I promise.”
Mel bites the inside of her cheek nervously, a worried expression written on her face. You didn’t have to be smart to see it.
You reach out for her hand, grabbing it softly. She appreciates it, her eyes flit to yours, and with an apprehensive nod, she goes back to work.
You watch with your own worry, and sit a little longer. You pull your phone out quickly, just to check notifications and the time. The time tells you there’s about an hour and a half left, and you couldn’t be more grateful. You needed out of your scrubs.
Cassie comes up to you, your face still buried in the phone. Her butt rests against the side of the desk, her arms crossed over her chest as she looks down at you.
“Hey.” You look up from your phone and shove it back in your pocket. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”
“I know.” She draws her word out, the rasp of her voice somehow more apparent now.
It makes you swallow hard, rub your palms on your pants to rid the condensation. Your hands rest on your knees, afraid of where you might put them when she’s standing so close to you.
“What are you wearing tonight?” She jerks her chin forward.
“Um.. what I came in with this morning?” You laugh nervously. Why were you nervous all of the sudden?
This wasn’t a date. Far from it. It was your best friend's sister's birthday party. That was it. Cassie was just coming along because she also knows and adores Becca. And that was that.
The line, y/n, remember the line. No matter how blurred it was, you remind yourself.
“I don’t think what I came in this morning is going to be appropriate.” You can see her cursing herself out internally, a hand on the back of her neck. “I was running late this morning.. and—“
“Hey.” You finally let yourself touch her, let your hands wrap around her wrist to keep her from digging her nails in her neck. A nervous habit she can’t seem to fight.
Her eyes lock on yours, and it feels like you’re having an intimate moment. Her eyes hold worry, maybe insecurity.
“Do you think I’ll have time to run home? I don’t keep extra clothes here.” She taps her foot below her, and your eyes brighten.
“You know what?” You sit up slightly, your thumb brushing over the beauty mark on the side of her wrist. “I have some of your clothes in my bag.”
She lifts her eyebrows at this, expression full of curiosity.
“From the last time you spent the night?” You pose it as a question, like she won’t remember. But she does. Very well.
It wasn’t the first time you spent the night together, by any means. You’ve spent the night together multiple times. But this time was different.
You leant her a pair of clothes to sleep in after a hard shift on both of your parts. You let her shower, braided her hair after. She offered to sleep on the couch, like she always did. Told you it was your apartment. Your place. You needed to sleep in the bed. You denied her request, grabbed your blankets and a pillow and made your way to the door before you heard her voice again.
Heard her ask with a weakness you’ve never heard before. “Will you just.. sleep in here with me? I don’t really want to be alone.”
You couldn’t exactly say no. Not when you knew your back was going to ache from the uneven couch cushions the next day. Not when you wanted to sleep with her in your bed just as badly. And especially not when she asked like that.
You nodded, placed everything back on the bed. Settled in and turned the light off. When you awoke the next morning, Cassie was nuzzled under your arm, out like a light. You slipped out without waking her, made coffee and a small breakfast before she padded out of the room.
You never mentioned it. And you wouldn’t. Not when that was the exact moment the line got so blurry you couldn’t tell where it began and where it ended.
“It’s better than whatever you have, I’m sure.” You smiled softly. “I washed them and everything. I meant to give them back. They’ve just been in my bag for a few days.”
“Thank you.” Her eyes hold a small distance you can’t quite put your finger on, but she doesn’t back away. Doesn’t intentionally hurt you. “I’ll meet you in the locker room later?"
“Wouldn’t miss it.” You take a deep breath and watch as she pushes off the desk, sauntering down the hallway until you can’t see her anymore.
You meet her in the locker room after debrief, give her her clothes, silently dress yourself, never letting your eyes look at her.
“Thank you again.” She sighs when she pulls her jacket over her t-shirt. It’s matched with a pair of jeans and black converse shoes. “You’re a lifesaver.”
The words swell in your chest, and your heart pumps faster. You were sure if someone took your pulse right now, it would be higher than normal.
All you can do is nod, close your locker, grab your bag. Cassie offers to drive you over, as if it was up for debate. You walk side by side to her car, too close, hands brushing together as you walk in sync.
Dana watches the interaction, smiles to herself. To hell with the bet, she thought. It wasn’t even worth it. But she was damn sure she was going to win tonight.
The ride over is mostly silent, one of her older playlists playing in the background. Only a few words are spoken. Cassie asks how the rest of your shift went, you tell her. You mention a couple you interacted with today, telling her you hope to find that one day. And her breath hitches in the back of her throat, unheard.
When you and Cassie reach Mel’s door, she holds it open for you, letting you walk in first. You part ways a few minutes in.
She tells you she wants to converse with Dana, and you want to say hello to the birthday girl.
Her eyes linger on you after you turn away, but she eventually turns and walks in the direction she last saw Dana. She finds her in the kitchen with Robby, and she hops in on the conversation as if she’s been there all night.
“How you doin’ hon?” Dana nods at her as Cassie goes on about driving you over and how she had to figure out what she was wearing. She tells them you saved her, having an extra pair of clothes for her.
Dana keeps nodding as she listens, a small, barely noticeable smirk plastered on her face. She dares a glance at Robby, who only lifts his eyebrows and smiles as well.
“Sounds like you’re lucky y/n is always looking out for you.” Robby gives a kind smile, lifting his cup to his lips.
It’s water, not his first choice, but it is Becca's party after all. He didn’t expect alcohol at an event held by Mel.
“Yeah. She’s..” She turns and her eyes lock on you interacting with Becca. “She’s amazing.”
She doesn’t mean anything by it, but it speaks volumes to Robby and Dana.
“Did you get a gift for Becca?” Dana lifts her eyebrows, wanting to see how this plays out.
Cassie’s face drops. Because, no. She didn’t get one. She didn’t even think about that when she agreed to come with you. At the very least, she could’ve stopped to get a gift card somewhere. But she didn’t even think about that.
“She did.” Mel steps in with a nod, a confused look on her face.
Cassie looks at her with the same confusion because she has no clue what she’s talking about.
“It’s on the table out there.” Mel points. “From you and y/n. It was very nice of you.”
Cassie lets out a small surprised laugh, her eyes finding yours through the doorway, you preoccupied in your own little conversation.
“Excuse me.” She doesn’t look back at the three of them, focused on meeting you halfway.
“I’m telling you, I’m gonna win.” Dana smiles bright, moving her hand out to smack Robby on the shoulder.
“I think you just might.” He smiles over the rim of his cup, nodding his head.
“Dang it.” Mel huffs. “I had money on next week.”
“I wish they would wait until y/n’s birthday in a few weeks. I thought Cassie would go above and beyond for her.” Trinity sucks her teeth, just coming into the kitchen. “Guess I’m out twenty bucks.”
“Guess so.” Victoria laughs, trailing in behind her.
The party starts slowing down an hour or two later. Some of Becca’s friends from the center she spends her days at came, but they’ve mostly left since.
One of Becca’s nurses even came. You remember helping Becca make invitations for people at the center, glitter and stickers all over.
The nurse was gorgeous, you couldn’t deny it. But so was Cassie. And you really wish you were talking to her instead of Maya, you think her name was. She still wore her scrubs from her shift before this, but somehow still managed to look nice.
“So, how do you know Bec?” She smiles softly at you, and it feels nice to not have any sort of line to worry about. But it doesn’t change the fact that you want this to be Cassie.
“I work with Mel. She’s my best friend.” You tell her as if it’s common knowledge, then realize maybe you shouldn’t be so ignorant to someone you don’t know just because you want to talk to someone else. “I helped them get settled in. I come over a lot.”
“Yeah, Becca’s always talking about some girl named y/n. I’m glad to have finally met her.” She gives you a once over, glancing from your face to your shoes. “I’ll have to say.. I’m not disappointed.”
“Yeah?” You smile at her, immersing yourself in the conversation now.
You wonder where Cassie is, but mentally slap yourself for it. You focus back on the conversation.
“Do you enjoy working with Becca? She’s wonderful.” You beam up at her.
“Of course.” Her eyes move between your eyes and lips. She steps forward and places a piece of hair behind your ear. But it doesn’t make your chest tighten like it does with Cassie.
From across the room, Cassie watches with a pang in her chest. She shouldn’t be jealous, she knows it. And she isn’t completely sure if this girl is flirting. But it looks like it.
She clenches her fist around the plastic cup a little too hard. It makes a crinkle noise and she has to release her grip. Her jaw is tight, but she can’t look away from you.
She wonders if she lost her opening, if she had the perfect chance that night at your apartment, and she just missed it.
Maya's hand brushes against you again, this time over your shoulder, and Cassie knows she’s had enough now.
She wonders if she could sneak out without anyone noticing, but immediately ejects that thought from her brain. Hates herself for even thinking that. She came with you, and she’d leave with you. Sure, someone else could give you a ride. Someone who lived closer to you. But that was her title to own, her job.
She forces her gaze away from you, and makes her way to the kitchen. She stops only for a second when she hears Maya laugh, but sighs in relief when she doesn’t hear yours follow it.
“You good, McKay?” Trinity raises her eyebrows. She’s helping Mel set up for the cake, ready to sing happy birthday.
“Fine.” She says it coldly, and nobody tries to ask her again. Just hoping you come out of your conversation soon, to Cassie’s side so she snaps out of this.
“Okay.” Trinity looks back at Mel and the two of them walk out into the living room where everyone begins singing.
Cassie stays in the kitchen alone, pouring herself a little more fruit punch before joining everyone else.
Everyone eats cake and holds different conversations. Now, Cassie lurks in the corner like she doesn’t belong. Doesn’t talk to anyone, but forces a fake smile you see right through.
“You okay?” You mouth from across the room.
She can’t bring herself to give you the cold shoulder, so she puts her thumb up before crossing her arms over her chest.
“You oughta say something before that girl takes her home.” Dana jerks her head towards where Maya is approaching you again.
“I know.” Cassie shakes her head, taking another drink.
“And for goodness sake, have some cake.” Dana shoves a plate in Cassie’s hand, the fork hanging off the side. “Come on, she’s about to open gifts. Gotta see what y/n got from y’all.”
Cassie smiles softly at that, and crowds around everyone else.
Becca happily opens each gift, smiling brightly as she keeps going. She gives a thoughtful thank you to everyone after opening it, standing to give the person a hug.
When she opens your gift, she smiles the brightest. Like it means the world to her, and you have to keep yourself from tearing up when she gives you a tight hug.
Becca even turns and walks a few feet to give Cassie a hug as well, and she leans into it.
She catches your eyes from across the room, and your face softens at the sight.
After gifts, she’s ready to go. But she’s here on your account, so she waits it out for a few minutes. And a few minutes turns into another half hour.
But when she sees Maya taking a pass at you, hand rubbing up and down your back, all she sees is red. She grabs her jacket from the pile on the recliner in the corner and marches over to you.
“Yeah, Dana. You’re winning tonight.” Dennis nods, fully sure of himself.
“No doubt.” Frank lifts his cup to his mouth to inconspicuously watch.
“I’m ready to go.” She tries to keep her voice even, keep the anger out, but she doesn’t succeed. Her eyes lift to look at Maya, a scary look in her eyes, and Maya backs up.
“Okay.” You nod, not asking anything yet. You know she won’t tell you right here in the open.
Another thing you learned about Cassie; she hardly ever spoke about what was bothering her. It took a lot of convincing to get her to say it. And she sure as hell never aired her business out in front of people she didn’t trust.
That was this situation right now.
“Why don’t you go wait for me outside? I’m gonna say goodbye to Mel and Becca.” Your hand softly touches her bicep, and her eyes lock with yours. Her demeanor softens completely, and she gives a timid nod.
You try to be quick, but you end up taking longer than you would like. Once everyone knew you were leaving, it was like they were playing a game of who could keep you there the longest.
Everyone watches you make your way to the door, shouting out one more goodbye.
“I can’t believe this.” Trinity shakes her head, hands in her back pockets.
“Give it a rest, babe.” Yolanda laughs, her hand coming to rest on Trinity’s waist. “Dana won.”
“Ugh.” Trinity rolls her eyes.
“We don’t know for sure if she won.” Samira puts her hands up. “We have to wait until one of them confirms it.”
“I think what we just saw between Cassie and Maya is all the confirmation we need.” Victoria says.
“I think so too.” Dana nods proudly, and puts her hand out for everyone to pay her.
When you finally make it outside, you wonder to yourself if she left by now. But you find her inside of the car, music louder than it was when you arrived.
She doesn’t say anything, just pulls out of the complex and begins driving towards your apartment.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” You speak after a moment, and you aren’t sure she hears you.
She doesn’t answer, but her knuckles are white, holding the wheel with a death grip even when she takes a sharp turn to the right.
You turn the music down and ask her again, but she doesn’t so much as look at you.
“Cass?” You whisper. “Talk to me.”
Your hand goes to her knee, and you feel her stiffen. She’s fuming inside, her jaw still tight.
“It’s fine. Everything’s fine.” She tilts her head toward you for only a second, a tight nod.
“Are you sure?” You frown to yourself.
You knew this was gonna be hard, and you’d be damned if you didn’t get it out of her before she dropped you off.
She pulls into your apartment complex, putting the car in park.
“Are you coming in?” You stare at her, willing her to tell you. When she doesn’t answer, you unbuckle your seatbelt, ready to get out.
She doesn’t say anything, she turns the car off and unbuckles her own seatbelt. She silently follows you inside, lets herself watch you as you sway your hips entering your apartment.
“Cass. Tell me what’s going on.” You eye her as you shut the door behind her, throwing your keys in the bowl by the door. “You were fine all day. What happened?”
“That fucking girl.” She mutters so low you almost don’t hear it.
“What?” You turn back towards her.
“That fucking girl.” She says it louder this time, her voice ragged. She scoffs after she says it, shaking her head.
“Maya?”
“I don’t care what her name is.”
“Cass.. what’s going on?” You lean in forward, and she finally looks at you. Her eyes rake over your face, and it feels different than it did with Maya. You enjoy it, you want this.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Is what obvious?” You look confused, and she thinks maybe she’s gotten this whole situation wrong. Your whole relationship wrong.
“That I like you.” She blurts it out so quickly, she surprises herself. “I like you so much. And I shouldn’t. But I do and I can’t stop myself.”
“So you’re upset because..” Your eyebrows are drawn together with confusion.
“Because you're my girl. Because she shouldn’t touch you like that when I’m not even twenty feet away.” She clenches her jaw again just thinking about it. “She was flirting with you. I want to openly flirt with you. I want to touch you like that. It should be me. Not her. You could’ve been rubbing against me at the party.”
She stops to breathe, her chest heaving. She steps closer to you, and your chests touch, her breath fans over your face.
“You didn’t get it wrong.” It’s your turn to surprise yourself with how open you are about it. Her eyebrows raise, mouth gaped open. “I.. fuck. I kept my distance because.. because there’s a line here. You’re my supervisor and I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.”
“I really don’t think anyone cares.” She puts a hand on the side of your face, fingers brushing into your hair.
“There’s a line.” You repeat.
“Fuck the line.” She pulls you in with one hand, and you happily let her. Happily let her ravage your mouth.
This was something you’ve wanted for way too long, and you let it happen. Sometimes you need to let yourself have good things. And this was one of those times.
She presses you back against one of the walls. Her hand keeps her grip in your hair, the other coming up to grab the wall beside your head. You gasp in her mouth when she places a leg between yours.
“You’re mine.” She pulls away, looking into your eyes. Your foreheads are touching, and she waits for you to nod before she’s back on your lips.
“All yours.” You whisper between kisses.
Her mouth trails down your jaw, your neck, down to your collar bone. She sucks a mark into your collar, one that will be very noticeable tomorrow. But you don’t care. Now that you have her for good, you weren’t letting go.
You jut your hips forward, the roughness of your jeans hitting the right spot. You moan and jerk forward, arms wrapping around her.
“That’s it, baby.” Her hand on the wall comes down to your hip and she helps guide you, slow at first. But when you get closer, she moves you quicker.
“Fuck, Cassie.” Your hands unwrap from her shoulders and make their way around her neck. Your hand takes a fistful of her hair, pulling her down to your mouth for a kiss.
“I know. Say my name.” Your legs shake around hers with a gasp, and you lean your head into the crook of her neck.
You suck a mark into the base of her neck as she helps you ride out your high.
She lets you catch your breath, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. She scratches at your scalp, places a kiss on your head.
“Let’s take a shower.” Cassie removes her thigh and you whine from the movement. She leans down to pick you up, walking towards the hall.
“Good. I’m tired.” You lean your head against her shoulder.
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet. Now that I have you, I’m not letting you go that easy.” You look at her, and she’s looking down at you with a smirk, dimples carved into her cheeks. “It just so happens we’re both off tomorrow. And I have big plans for us.”
You laugh and lean your head back, ready for whatever she gives you.
thank you for reading! as always, likes and reposts are appreciated. i’m always open to hearing your thoughts, so feel free to comment, send an ask, or dm me!
