I hear we're requesting Cassie Mckay smut 👀
Coooould I suggest Mckay going off birth control? Maybe she was on it for health reasons or maybe just for bc's sake. Whatever the reason, her sex drive after going off the pill is THROUGH the ROOF. I can see her having a LOT of trouble keeping focused and keeping her hands to herself during work. I can also see reader being exhausted at work because she's trying to keep up with Cassie's sex drive 😂 not that she should complain of course, it's a blessing to be fucked by Cassie as much as physically possible.
reminded me of vicio mío
cassie was being a saint today. really. she could’ve fucked you at least twice today but she didn’t. not during lunch nor even dragged you in the back of her 85 BMW.
it was a slow day which never happened, it was honestly rude of you not to make the best of it and just take her like you always do. it would only take her less than ten minutes to make you cum. come on, she deserved a reward already.
and specially today because without a steady stream of trauma patients to distract her, her pussy was throbbing from the memories of you last night.
and you thought you were the one initiating things too often.
you knew she was struggling. you knew that being off the pill had turned her insatiable. it was like she was a horny teenager again, making up for every single year she spent alone.
come to the bathroom in five?🙏🫠 she texted. i’ll make it fast
you laughed at the emojis under your breath, “oh, she’s old.”
no way, cassie. wait till we get home. you kept me up until 3am last night.
you see her sighing across the room, putting her phone down after al-hashimi sent her with a sprained ankle. you weren't losing your job for fulfilling cassie’s fantasies of fucking you against the bathroom stall’s wall.
what a waste of having worn her strap the whole day.
cassie had insisted once more in the staff rec room when you were making yourself a coffee. you almost gave in to her deep voice and desperate kisses. she even got to grind against you for about ten seconds against the counter when you made her stop. she looked devastated when you pushed past her, but you didn't budge. you gave her almost professional distance until the very second you clocked out.
on the way home (you made her drive there because you could see she had no intention in waiting any longer) her hand alternated between the gear lever and her own crotch, kneading at the fabric of her pants and grunting in frustration. the muscles of her forearm flexing around herself and her squinty eyes made you ache, suddenly desperate to get home too.
she's all hands now, stumbling inside as you've already grabbed her scrub and dragged her to your lips. she kicks the door behind her and as she shoved you back against the door, her hand flew up to cup the back of your head, her fingers tangling deep in your hair to make sure you didn't hit the wood too hard.
she managed to shove her pants down just enough and you mirrored her. the weight of the strap was finally free, and she didn't waste a second. she hiked one of your legs up so she could press the head of the toy right against your folds. she let out a long, shaky breath when she saw how wet you were, embarrassingly ready for her.
"you're so soaked for me, doll," she whispered, a dark, triumphant smirk pulling at her lips. "all that talk at the hospital, and look at you."
she didn't ease into it. she was too far gone for slow. she bucked her hips, driving herself inside you with a sharp, heavy thrust that had your head hitting her hand and a loud, shattered moan echoing off the hallway walls. she made sure to hook your legs around her waist now, holding you up by the back of your legs.
you had to reach back, your fingers white-knuckled as you gripped the door handle just to stay upright, the other on her hair, trying to undo her ponytail. every time she thrust her hips forward, the metal handle let out a sharp, rhythmic creak that echoed in the small entryway.
her lips trailed up from your shoulder to your lips while panting, sharing the same jagged breath, her tongue searching yours with hunger. she was completely gone, lost to the hormone surge and the sheer relief of finally having you where she wanted you.
the cold chain of her necklace kept swinging, brushing against your collarbones with every sharp, stuttering thrust. that little metallic sting of cold against your overheated skin was the only thing keeping you from completely blacking out.
"you're so tight," she whimpered into your mouth, her voice sounding small and wrecked. "god, i missed this so much."
you wanted to complain about how it hadn’t even been 10 hours since she fucked you, but then pressed more firmly against you, holding your weight with hers to reach down and hikes your legs higher for more leverage. “f—f— cassie…” you whine, throwing your head back as she thrusts harder now.
she watched the way the strap disappeared into you with her lips were parted, a thin sheen of sweat making her face glisten and blush, and she looked absolutely mesmerized by the sight of you stretching around her cock.
“hah… i’m so glad you’re off those pills…” you whimper, at her back, trying not to slip from her hold.
but it wasn't practical at all, and with the way she was driving into you, it was only a matter of time before gravity won. your hands slipped from the door handle, and you slid down the wood until you hit the rug with a heavy thud, your back still pinned firmly against the door. cassie didn't miss a beat; she just dropped with you, her knees hitting the floor and her weight crowding into your space until you were trapped between the door, the floor, and her.
cassie seemed to love this even more. the friction of the rug against your back and the cold wood against your head made the heat of her body feel like a fever. she braced one hand against the door right next to your head, while the other gripped your knee and shoved it back toward your shoulder to open you wider. she wanted to see everything.
"yeah?" she rasped, her voice sounding thick as she looked down at you.
she didn't waste any time getting back into a rhythm. with you pinned against the floor, she could drive into you with even more force. the thrusts were deeper and more punishing with the floor providing the resistance your hips couldn't, and they sent jolts of lightning through your core that made your head hit the door with every hit.
“you’re so pretty when you’re full of me,” she breathed, her hand shaking from the effort of keeping you wide. “‘m gonna keep you here all night, yeah?”
“thank god tomorrow it’s saturday.”
