me when im on "x reader tag" looking for fics at 3 am BUT all i find is memes and all the funny posts under the world EXCEPT the fics abt the character :
“what happened to original shows” there’s abbott elementary “we want seasons without years gap” we have abbott elementary “we want 22 episode seasons back” girl go watch abbott elementary
summary: you and your coworker cassie mckay have been dating for a couple months now unbeknownst to the rest of the emergency department. but you two are reckless and get caught, a stupid argument ensuing. while you guys are not talking, cassie realizes how much she craves your praise.
a/n: fulfilled this request. i haven't proofread yet! this is a reupload so it won't have a content label lol x
"Steady", Robby tells Cassie as she intubates a patient.
You're on the opposite side of the patient, getting ready to administer medications through an IV. You find yourself staring at your girlfriend.
Cassie is focused, her movements precise and controlled. She sticks her tongue out just a little bit as she positions the tube. When Cassie finishes, she immediately looks up at you.
"Good job, McKay. That was..." you trail off momentarily, and Cassie catches both the lust and proudness twinkling in your eyes, "really good."
She chuckles at your loss for words but gives you a genuine smile. "Thanks."
Robby says your name, and you jerk your head to the side where he is. He has a puzzled, slightly ticked off expression on his face. "Why are you just standing there?"
"Oh, sorry." You turn around and add Lactated Ringer’s and propofol to the patient's IV line. Then, you glance up at the monitor. "Heart rate is 120, and sat’s holding at 96." .
"Good", Robby says, the patient's heart rate slowly coming down to hang around 100.
You and Cassie discard your gloves, leave the trauma room, and then sanitize your hands. As you're rubbing the gel onto your skin, Cassie nudges you with her shoulder and leans closer to one of your ears.
"Distracted by something in there?"
"Ugh", you breath out.
Cassie chuckles, a half-smile, flirty and amused hanging there. "Too bad I have a girlfriend.
You gently hit her arm. "Shut up", you tell Cassie with a cute, playful pout.
Cassie leans in closer to you. "She's really pretty." She sighs dramatically before adding, "I want to kiss her right now so bad."
You try so hard to hold back the smile that's begging to surface, but Cassie can tell you're fighting it. She crosses her arms and laughs, the sound of it turning a few heads towards you two.
Cassie's laugh is so contagious, you find yourself giggling a bit too. "Cass, stop it. Pretty soon this whole emergency department is going to pick up on the fact that we're dating."
"Won't that be a fun day for HR."
With a smile and a small chuckle, you shake your head. "I think Dana already knows, and Robby's catching on."
"Because you're not subtle, baby."
"Me? You're not!"
Cassie starts walking and motions for you to come with, so you come up to her left side. "I'm not the one gawking at their girlfriend every time she does something."
"And I'm not the one flirting with her girlfriend every chance she gets", you counter, raising your eyebrows smugly.
Cassie looks to you momentarily before looking straight ahead again. Upon seeing your expression, a smile edged with amusement grows on her face. "You're really cute when you're defensive."
"Motherfucker", you whisper to yourself, so quiet Cassie probably couldn't make it out. "You're impossible to work with", you tell her, your voice now level. "Stop being so damn..." you pause for a second, trying to come up with an accurate description, "you."
A small chuckle escapes Cassie. "So don't compliment my girlfriend anymore?"
"Not at work!"
Cassie rounds a corner, you following her. All of a sudden, she grabs your wrist. With her other hand, she opens a door, pulling you into a supply closet with her. Before you even have a chance to speak, Cassie's lips are pressed against yours.
Your back hits the closed door, and your hands find Cassie's waist. She cups your face, her touch both loving and possessive. When Cassie breaks the kiss, she takes the smallest step back, your arms still wrapped around her and her hands on your cheeks.
"Hi", you murmur, a bit breathless.
"Hi", Cassie says through a chuckle. "Sorry, I just really wanted to do that."
A teasing smile tugs at the corner of your lips. "So unprofessional, Dr. McKay."
She leans in, giving your lips a quick yet soft pout. "Maybe I should stop then."
Playfully, you roll your eyes. You then step forward, closing the gap between you and kiss her. One of Cassie's hands slides to the back of your head, cradling it. You run your hands up and down her sides, needing more.
Cassie pulls back just enough to talk, her mouth just a couple inches apart from yours. "We're at work."
"I know which is why I didn't pull you in here to make out like teenagers." You and Cassie chuckle lightly at your comment before meeting each other's gazes. "But you are a really good kisser", you say, a hint of mischief flickering across your face. "One more kiss, and then back to work."
"I'm down with that", Cassie replies, the last word being said against your lips. She slides her tongue inside your mouth, clearly teasing, but you can't stop the soft moan that comes out. Cassie then kisses you deeper, knowing this is the last time she'll kiss you before the end of your shift.
But all of a sudden the door opens. You and Cassie jump apart.
"Oh, sorry", Princess says with a sly smile. "I just need a box of gloves."
You reach to the shelf to your right and awkwardly hand Princess what she needs. Before Princess leaves, she looks between the two of you, still smiling.
"Why didn't you lock the door?!" Cassie asks you in a hushed whisper the second Princess walks away.
"Me? Why didn't you?"
"I wasn't the last one in!"
"Yeah, but you brought me in here with the intention to kiss me, and before I even could lock the door, you were all over me."
"If you didn't kiss me again, Princess wouldn't have saw anything."
You scoff out a dry laugh. "You started it!"
"I don't know what you want me to say. I'm sorry?"
"Oh my god, Cassie—"
"Ahem." You whip around and see Robby standing in the doorway. He raises a brow and looks at you and Cassie suspiciously. "What's going on?"
You could not be happier that your work day is over. Unfortunately, you and Cassie are not the hottest gossip circling the emergency department. As it turns out, a few people even made bets on your guys' relationship.
Robby did in fact force you guys to talk to HR. He used to date Heather Collins, and you suspect him of currently hooking up with Noelle Hastings, so you're not sure why he's making such a fuss about it. He ended up lecturing you two about not letting your relationship affect work. It was miserable.
You're so frustrated with Cassie right now for getting caught, and the feeling goes both ways. The rest of your shift, you exchanged annoyed looks at each other whenever you crossed paths — only creating more rumors. You knew you needed to talk, but you're so mad and there's so many prying eyes, you've just been avoiding Cassie.
As you grab your stuff out of your locker before you head out, Cassie comes in. Without saying anything, she opens her locker. You sling your bag over your shoulder and try to come up with something to say.
Luckily for you, Cassie talks first.
"Baby, I'm not going to apologize for kissing you."
You turn to look at her, an annoyed look on your face. "That was fucking horrible. This is what I wanted to avoid, Cass."
"I wanted to avoid it too! HR aside, I don't want people to assume things about me. About you. About us. I'm 43, I am certainly not interested in becoming gossip in my workplace."
An exhausted sigh leaves you. "I know, and I understand that, but I'm still ticked off. I think I just need to get some sleep."
Cassie nods, fatigue written all over her face as well. "Okay."
You walk over to her and kiss her cheek, not ever wanting to leave things on a sour note. "See you tomorrow."
"Yeah, see you", Cassie says with a faint smile, her voice small.
The next day you feel better about what happened, having processed it. You texted Cassie this morning telling her you're happy to see her and asking her to bring a thermos you realized you left at her house a few days ago. As you walk into PTMC, you spot Cassie leaving the lockers.
"Hi", you say with a smile.
"Hey", she replies, turning around and walking back into the locker room since you're entering.
Once you're out of sight, you give Cassie a quick kiss. "I am not ready for today."
Cassie sucks in a breath and squares her shoulders. "We're probably going to get bombarded by questions? You nod, putting your stuff in your locker as you listen to Cassie. "How did you sleep? Good I hope."
"Meh, not the best, but it could've been worse."
"Sorry, baby."
You shrug and start to lock your locker back up, but then remember something. "Oh, before I forget, can I have my thermos back?"
Cassie closes her eyes and presses her lips together. You sigh in frustration, already knowing she doesn't have it. "Um... I kind of forgot it."
"I texted you about it when I first woke up and reminded you ten minutes before you left your house."
"I know, I'm sorry." She scratches her head near her temple. "I don't even have Harrison today, I shouldn't have forgot."
"Just like you forgot to lock the door yesterday."
Cassie scoffs, a smile on her face but far from friendly. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Yup. Cassie, I'm anxious to come into work today because everyone knows. This whole thing could've been avoided if you just kept your hands to yourself for a single second."
"The only reason why I wanted to touch you is because of the looks you kept giving me."
"I wasn't giving you looks."
"Like hell you weren't."
"Even if I was, they're just looks, they don't prove anything."
"Uh, clearly they do because people have been betting on us. Princess made $100 yesterday!"
You shake your head, irritated and mad. "Whatever, I'm going to work."
As you walk away, you hear Cassie scoff from behind you. It's not even 7:00AM, and you're already in a bad mood.
By the time noon rolls around, you're even more irritable than before. Cassie was right, people asked you questions about your relationship. Santos was the third person who inquired, and you ended up snapping at her. After the fact you apologized, but it didn't change the fact that it still happened.
To top it off, Cassie saw that interaction. She seemed to look smug over it, like she can hold it over your head. Since then you haven't seen Cassie.
That is until right now.
Robby calls you over followed by Javadi and Cassie. You roll your eyes but listen to Robby's orders.
"33 year old female, stab wound to the right chest and has a deep laceration to the proximal thigh. She was initially responsive but rapidly declined during transport", Robby tells you three as he rolls the patient into Trauma 2 with Perlah.
You glove up, and then immediately assess the patient. "Breath sounds markedly diminished on the right", you report. You glance down to the patient's leg and see that there's already a tourniquet on her upper thigh that a paramedic placed.
The patient lets out a strained breath, clutching her side and barely conscious. "BP is currently seventy systolic", Perlah notes.
"Air's trapped in the pleural space and collapsing the lung, and the pressure's shifting the mediastinum and impairing venous return", Cassie adds.
"Tension pneumothorax", Javadi states.
"Very good, Dr. Javadi. Now what?"
"His lung is collapsed and the pressure's building. If we don't relieve it, he'll arrest", she adds.
You look to Robby and raise your brows in question. "Chest tube?"
He nods. "Get McKay a tray, have her do it." Robby, was assessing the thigh stab wound, now turns to Javadi. "What's the next step?" Robby asks her, nodding to the injury.
You prep everything needed for a chest tube for Cassie as Javadi answers Robby. She removes some of the gauze to get a better look. "Possible femoral artery injury." Her eyes go wide just a moment later. "It's torn."
"Clamp the artery above and below the injury", Robby instructs. "Perlah, call the OR."
"On it", Perlah says, already walking over to the phone.
He then looks to you while you assist Cassie with the chest tube. "Come help Javadi", he tells you.
You look up and nod, leaving Cassie and walking over to the other end of the gurney. "Where do you want me?"
"On suction. Javadi needs more experience with this."
You do as Robby asks, your focus on the task at hand. However, you very briefly glance up at Cassie one or two times. Once the patient is stable, Robby praises each of you for what you did.
"And McKay, good job on the chest tube. It was quick and precise."
She nods and looks to you. Your eyes are already on her, but you don't say anything. Then Garcia enters, but you don't look away from Cassie.
Robby gives a thumbs up to you all. "Let's get out of here and let OR take over."
You, Cassie, and Javadi all leave, a bit breathless and adrenaline still pumping through your veins. While you're not looking at Cassie anymore, you can feel her stare burning into the side of your head. You allow yourself to look at her once, her expression almost confused and somewhat troubled before looking away.
The next time you work with Cassie is just half an hour later, on a case of a patient with flu like symptoms. That's what you assume it is at first, especially since it's flu season, but Cassie's not so sure. She thinks to include a viral panel in the patient's blood work.
As it turns out, the patient actually has meningitis. You give him antibiotics through an IV while Cassie explains what the patient has to him and the treatment plan.
When you guys are finished, you look at Cassie, impressed and with admiration. But then you remember that you're still mad at her. Cassie turns to you and catches you looking at her, but you instantly look away.
"Good call", you mumble.
"Thanks", Cassie says with a small smile.
That's all you tell her before walking away to attend to another patient.
Cassie stands there, confused and frustrated. She doesn't understand why she's so bothered by you not saying anything else. Usually, you would give her at least a full sentence as opposed to two words. Even when you do give Cassie a shorter compliment, there's much more admiration in your voice — respect even.
And that's when it hits her. Cassie craves your praise.
For the rest of your shift, Cassie goes out of her way to try and earn your praise. However, it just goes over your head. You have absolutely no idea what she is trying to do.
After a trauma surgery she performed just two hours after the chest tube, Cassie asked you how she did. All you replied with was a simple "fine", accidentally coming out sarcastic since you were so confused why Cassie was asking you, a first year resident, how she did when she's a much more experienced third year resident.
There was a time throughout the day when Cassie had to administer CPR. The sight of her doing it was unbelievably attractive. The way her chain swung back and forth, and the way she would lick her lips every now and then entranced you. Perlah literally had to snap in front of your face to make you concentrate your focus back onto the patient.
By the time Cassie was done, she was sweaty and red, the patient now stable. Cassie told she was impressed by herself, lasting almost 10 minutes. You were puzzled as to why she pointed it out, so you just gave a simple hum in agreement. The redness on her face then faded from physical exertion to something more adjacent to frustration or embarrassment.
Another time was simply charting. Cassie had asked you if you liked the way she typed up the notes on a shared patient. Cassie structured it and used the same language that you, a subtle but intentional difference. Like last time, you just gave her a simple one word answer, leaving Cassie completely unsatisfied.
You're grabbing your stuff out of your locker to leave for the day when you hear familiar footsteps. They stop a few paces behind you. You shut your locker, and then turn around.
"Hey." Cassie shoves her hands into her pockets and rocks back and forth on her toes.
"Hi." You offer her a small smile, knowing that she's just as tired as you are.
"I'm sorry." Cassie looks to the side, scratches the back of her neck, and then meets your gaze again before continuing. "I don't know what came over me. I-I shouldn't have brought you into a damn supply closet to makeout with you. It wasn't professional, and I'm really sorry we got caught, baby." She pauses for a moment before raising her eyebrows, remembering something to add. "And for forgetting your thermos."
Shyly, you smile at her, finding her nervous demeanor around you right now insanely cute. "I'm sorry too." You suck in a breath, centering yourself. "You may have initiated the kiss, but we both continued it. Also, it was stupid of me to get so worked up over a stupid thermos, it's really not a big deal at all." You take a couple steps forward, now standing in front of Cassie. Your hands find her forearms, your thumbs tenderly rubbing her skin there. "So I'm sorry too."
Cassie looks down at the ground with a smile. Her arms wrap around your waist, pulling your front flush against hers. When she looks at you again, you notice how her expression has softened.
"Let me make it up to you."
You sigh dramatically. "Hmm, I don't know."
"Please, baby." Even though Cassie knows you're teasing her just because you can, she's desperate to hear verbal confirmation.
You tap your chin, pretending to be deep in thought. "Hm..."
"You're killing me here."
"Okay", you reply simply.
"Okay", she confirms. Cassie then leans forward and squints her eyes. "Can I kiss you?"
For the first time today, you laugh. "Yeah, of course, baby."
Cassie leans in a smile on her face. When your lips meet, Cassie's hands trail up to the middle of your back, still holding you close. Your hands move down, now settling on Cassie's hips. She pulls back just enough to talk real quick.
"Don't you want to avoid PDA?"
"No", you chuckle. "I didn't want to because I didn't want people at work knowing, but now they do, so fuck it." Cassie lets out a chortle, but it quickly gets cut off as you press your lips back on Cassie's.
Your hands slide from her hips to her lower back. You go slower and squeeze Cassie's ass before returning your hands to her waist. Cassie deepens the kiss, hunger replacing the gentleness.
"Ahem."
You and Cassie jump, startled by another presence in the room. You're not as close as you just were, but both of you keep your hands on one another. When you turn to see who it is, you see a satisfied smile on Trinity's face, and a mortified expression on her roommate's, although, he's trying to mask it.
With a sheepish smile, you grasp the sides of Cassie's scrubs and lean your head down onto her chest. Instinctively, her arms come to better wrap around you, and she rubs your back up and down.
"Sorry", you murmur.
"Please, continue." Santos says as she walks over to her locker, Whitaker trailing behind her like a stray puppy.
"Trinity", you hear Whitaker say under his breath, his tone stern and serious.
But she just laughs. "What? Are you against kissing or something?"
Whitaker rolls his eyes and looks to you and Cassie. "Sorry about her. J-just pretend like she's not here", he manages to awkwardly get out.
"Shut the fuck up, Huckleberry", Trinity replies to him, her words coming out through a soft laugh and with no bite.
"We'll get going", Cassie announces, almost as awkward as Whitaker. She kisses the top of your head, and then loosens her hold on you. Cassie lowers her voice so only you can hear her. "Do you want to come over?"
You nod and kiss her cheek. "What about my car?"
Cassie shrugs like it's no big deal, already coming up with a plan. "We're both working tomorrow, so I'll drive us in the morning. For clothes, I can either throw your scrubs in the wash or you can just borrow some from me. I have at least three pairs of your underwear in my dresser by the way."
You smirk and raise an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
"Don't act so innocent, I know you're doing it on purpose."
"Are you complaining?"
Cassie laughs, the sound rattling her chest and invoking a chuckle out of you. "Never."
You lean in and give her a quick peck, unable to help yourself. The fact that two of your coworkers are a few feet away from you right now is lost on you. "I love you", you murmur through a soft smile.
Cassie kisses your nose. "I love you too."
Back at Cassie's place, you're undressed on her bed. She trails kisses down your chest to your stomach, clinging onto every little squirm and sound coming from you.
She presses a kiss to your clit, your hips involuntarily twitching up to her. Cassie then teasingly massages your outer lips with her tongue while she hooks her arms under your legs. You're practically dripping, but Cassie laps up whatever she can.
"Please", you breath out through a gasp.
Cassie's mouth finds your entrance, penetrating it with her tongue. You let out a soft moan and fist the sheets beside you. Then, Cassie licks a stripe all the way back to your clit. She starts suckling on your senstive bundle of nerves in the way she knows you love.
"You like it, baby?" Cassie murmurs against you.
Your head falls back to the pillow, and your eyes snap shut. "Mhm."
"Use your words for me."
"Mmmfuckyes", you reply, your words slurring together and nearly a moan.
"You're so wet", Cassie purrs. "And so sweet."
Your chest rises and falls, greater than before, your breathing growing heavier. "You're the best."
Cassie pulls away, ever so slightly. "Am I?"
Her breath hitting your untouched clit is driving you insane. "Fuck, Cassie. Need your mouth." You bring a hand up, lazily jestering at her. "I love how you make me feel."
And with that, Cassie dives back down. Her pace increases, greedily devouring you. Your hips buck up to her face, your release building while Cassie's hips grind down against the mattress, needing friction.
"Right there", you moan. "Righ—"
You moan and whimper as Cassie pushes you over the edge. Your body writhes from under her. Cassie's mouth stays attached to your puffy pussy until your high fades.
When Cassie pulls back, you bring an arm over your forehead, and your eyes are closed as you try to cool off. After a minute, you feel the bed dip. You didn't even realize Cassie got up.
Slowly, you open your eyes, adjusting to the light of the bedroom. You then see Cassie looking over you hungrily. You're so focused on her red face and messy bangs, it takes you a few moments before you notice her strap secured onto her hips.
"Sit up."
You do as Cassie asks and eye her as she settles on the head of the bed beside you. Already, you can feel heat pooling in your stomach again.
"Come here", she murmurs.
Too mesmerized to speak, you bring a leg over her lap, your knees settling on either side of Cassie. Her hands find your hips, gripping you hard. Then, you look down at her. Cassie's lust filled eyes make you even hotter.
You slam your lips against hers, your hands cupping her face. Cassie's tongue pushes into your mouth, the both of you moaning at the same time upon your tongues touching. Hesitantly, Cassie breaks the kiss, and a string of saliva connecting your mouths falls.
Cassie looks up to you, need all over her face. "C'mon, baby."
She helps you get into position, maneuvering you with the grip on your waist. Your eyes drop down for practical reasons, but the sight of Cassie's strap meeting your cunt turns you on further.
"Nice and slow", she tells you softly.
Carefully, you sink down. Cassie holds your body up until you finally reach the base. You lean down to kiss her neck, and your hands find her shoulders. Languidly, you rock your hips against Cassie's.
"So good", you whine.
Cassie helps you move, her breath hot against your ear as you nip at her neck. "You're so pretty."
That compliment makes you grind down on her strap, the pressure making Cassie groan. She picks up the pace for you which you even hotter. Your breathing growing more ragged, you take your head out of the crook of Cassie's neck. The second you do so, Cassie's eyes rake down your body, admiring the way your tits bounce up and down.
"Tell me how it feels", she husks out, her gaze locking onto yours.
Through half-lidded eyes you moan. "So fucking good, baby. You're fucking me so — mmph — good." Your praise makes Cassie let out a low groan, and her nails dig into your hips, the burning sensation giving you a new source of pleasure. "Love how yo-you do", you pause, letting out a shaky gasp before continuing, "your nails, t-they feel so good."
Cassie moans and moves you over her faster. You wrap your arms around Cassie's neck, now as close as possible. Your hips rotate into Cassie, the friction hitting Cassie's clit just right.
You don't even realize your own fingernails are digging into Cassie until she hisses. "Sorry."
"No, k-keep going."
Your hips grind against her faster as your hands slide around Cassie's back, clawing at her every few seconds when Cassie's strap deep inside of you jabs a certain spot. Cautiously, she moves her hands from your waist to your back, not sure if you'll still need her to continue moving you.
However, you're on the verge of your second orgasm, so your body is chasing that high despite any tiredness. Your head drops down slightly, and your hot breaths and moans feed right into Cassie's left ear. She whines, completely lost in you. Her hands press against you so hard that you wouldn't be surprised if there were handprints.
"FeelssogoodI—"
Your words that can barely be made out halt as you cum. You cling to Cassie tightly as your second orgasm tears through you, your walls clenching around Cassie's strap. Broken moans and whimpers fall from your lips, the feeling overwhelming.
Cassie's own orgasm is seconds away, her hips violently jutting up to meet yours. The sound of your relieved sigh as you come down from your high is what makes her come undone. When she finishes, the satisfied moan that she lets out is almost enough to make you cum again. Hell, you might've actually just had a tiny orgasm.
Still on Cassie's lap, you drop your head to rest on her shoulder. Your breathing is in sync with Cassie's, both your bodies now spent and exhausted. You spot scratch marks all over Cassie's back, a few of them even having a faint amount of blood.
You speak in a whisper against the crook of her neck. "Baby?"
"Yeah?"
"I scratched you up real good."
Cassie cackles, her voice a bit hoarse. "I don't mind."
You adjust yourself on Cassie's lap, barely moving but enough for her strap that's still inside of you to accidentally hit a sensitive spot. Cassie's body stills as she holds back a groan.
"Fuck", she gasps.
A smirk spreads on your face — one that Cassie can't see, but she knows it's there. "You really don't care about me tearing up your back like a cat?"
"No." Cassie pauses for a moment, a wicked grin growing that you can sense. Her tone is now playful as she feigns being pouty. "But it does hurt a little. You got me good, baby."
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