Lake Shore Drive part two
Based on this prompt 🐢 part one
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summary: You return to work after an incredible weekend sandwiched between McEvans, but things become very confusing when they seemingly stop talking to you as the week goes on. Busy schedules, lots of traumas and a very frustrated Dr Robby lead you to break down at work. Cassie and Dana, after yelling at Robby for upsetting you, come to find you at your apartment and make everything better.
cw: pitt drama, robby yelling at you, angst, mention of child death briefly, lots of smut... 4200+ words
a/n: I'm obsessed with this story! Thank you, anon 🐢, for the prompt. I was not going to take it in this direction, but I loved your idea!
tags: @asolitaryrose3 @badblood1013 @madxmeschemmenti @pinkthrone445 @flamesofauburn @daddy-heather-dunbar @sunset-shimmer-girl06 @sonotsimba
The rest of the weekend is like absolute gay heaven. They cook for you, they fuck you, they swim with you in the lake, they fuck you, they smother you in love and treats, and they fuck you. You are so blissfully fucked out. When you return home, you cannot stop smiling. You watch Dana and Cassie drive away, and you head into your apartment, throwing yourself onto your bed with a heavy, happy sigh. You kick your feet, giggling as you trace patterns across your chest, the trail that Dana kissed, the trail that Cassie sucked. You whimper, wishing their hands were on you again, and you roll over, reaching for your phone.
★ᯓ McEvans chat ᯓ★
You: Thank you for an amazing weekend.
Dana: Get some sleep, baby. We’ll see you at work tomorrow.
You smile like an idiot at your phone; Dana calling you baby does something to your stomach. You slide out of your clothes and into your bed, snuggling close to your spare pillow, imagining it is one of them. And you fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.
The next day at work, you are refreshed. It is rare to see a doctor so bright and shiny. “Did you spend the weekend getting fucked from every angle by McEvans?” Trinity asks, nudging your arm when she catches you dreamily staring at them.
“What?” you scoff. “No, of course not.” But the blush that creeps up your neck and cheeks tells a different story.
“Oh my god,” Trinity grins, whispering. “They passed you around like a little fuck toy, didn’t they?”
“Trinity!” you exclaim, pushing her. “Shut up!”
“Nurse Mommy is watching you,” she whispers. “Did you call her mommy while she fucked you?”
“Trinity,” you blush. “I swear to god!”
“Hey, back to work,” Robby says, passing by and seeing you giggling. Dana shoots him a look and winks at you as you check the patient log, looking for something good. You don’t have to spend long looking; trauma after trauma comes flooding through the door. You barely get time to breathe, let alone anything else. But Cassie still slips you a protein bar every few hours, and Dana slides a coffee to you when you look like you’re about to falter.
Most of the week goes like this. Pittsburgh seems to have gone feral with shootings, stabbings, and mass casualties. It makes the days go quicker, but damn, there's a hell of a lot of death. You’ve barely had a chance to talk to Dana or Cassie; you’re pretty sure they’re avoiding you. Slowly, the protein bars trickle into nothing, the coffee disappears, and you begin to wonder whether you upset them. Were you not supposed to have these strong feelings after one weekend? Were you not supposed to acknowledge them like you had the most incredible weekend of your life? Did they not want you, after all?
You had lost a patient this morning, a kid, which is particularly tough on anyone, but for some reason it was weighing heavily on you. Your mind was swimming with all of the possibilities. Why didn’t you do this? Why didn’t you check that? What if you had just pushed one more round of epi? This, on top of the uncertainty of whatever was going on with the McEvanses, and you were a wreck.
“Hey,” Robby says, slamming a file down next to you and making you jump. “Are you gonna come and do some work anytime soon?” His voice is loud and heavy. It rattles your bones as you close in on yourself.
“I’m just taking a break,” you mumble tearfully.
“A break,” he scoffs. “You need to get it together. You will never be a good doctor if you can’t even handle one measly death. Get your ass in gear.”
“You think I’m a bad doctor?” you ask, voice shaky.
“Yes,” he confirms. “Actually, you know what, stay in here. It makes no difference to the flow of the ER whether you’re here or not,” he shouts. “Better yet, go home.”
“I said go home,” he shouts, loud enough that you feel eyes on you as you hover in the doorway of the break room. The tears start to fall, spilling from your eyes like a river. You scurry through the room to the lockers and grab your things.
“Hey,” Cassie’s voice says gently. “You okay, sweetheart?”
“I’m fine,” you snap, shoving your things into your bag. You don’t even look up at Cassie as you brush past her. Dana hovers in the doorway, and she reaches out for you with a warm hand, but you step the other way, lip wobbling as you walk away. “I’m sorry,” you say, the look on Dana’s face enough to break you even more, and you wipe your face on your sleeve as you hurry out of the building, already feeling like enough of a fool after Robby publicly flogged you.
“Robinavitch!” Dana shouts. “What the hell was that all about?”
“What?” he scoffs. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft, too?”
“Don’t have to be soft to see that screaming at her was uncalled for,” Dana says, arms folded. “She lost a kid, Robby. A child.”
“And that’s my problem why?” he asks, running his fingers through his hair. He sighs under Dana’s glare. “Gloria is coming down on me again; I just can’t have good doctors sitting around crying when the pitt looks like this.”
“So you do think she’s a good doctor,” Cassie says, appearing behind her wife. “Because you just essentially told her she’s worthless to this department.”
“Jesus,” Robby sighs. “I don’t need you both ganging up on me.”
“Well, maybe you should’ve thought of that before you screamed at our girl.”
“Your girl?” Robby laughs. “Oh, give me a fucking break.”
Meanwhile, you are arriving at your apartment. You kick off your shoes and throw your bag down, slamming your fists against the edge of the couch. “Fuck!” you exclaim. “You stupid fucking idiot. No one loves you; no one cares about you. You’re terrible at your job; you’re terrible at everything!”
Your scrubs suddenly feel itchy, and you tear them off your body as you cry. Tears roll down your face, the size of pearls, as you slump into your bedroom and collapse into a heap under your duvet, crying yourself to sleep.
You wake to darkness and a warm hand on your back, and you scream, lurching back away from the person. “Hey, relax,” the familiar voice says. “It’s me.”
“Dana?” you ask, covering yourself with your sheet. “Wha– how?”
“You should really hide your spare key better,” Cassie says. “Anyone could come in here.”
“Why are you here?” you ask, eyes red and puffy.
“We’re here to make sure our baby is okay,” Dana whispers, stroking your cheek. “You were pretty upset earlier, rightly so.”
“Oh, so I’m your baby again now?” you ask dryly as Cassie climbs onto the bed on the other side of you and hands you a steaming cup of tea.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“You’ve ignored me all week,” you sniffle. “If I did something wrong, I’d rather you just told me.”
“Oh, sweet girl,” Dana sighs. “You did nothing wrong, I promise. Cass and I just needed to figure some things out.”
“Because of me?” you ask worriedly.
“Yes, but we’re good, promise.”
“I didn’t mess up?” you ask, and Dana strokes your cheek again, making you sigh.
“No, baby girl. You could never mess up.”
“Tell that to Robby,” you scoff, blowing on your tea.
“Oh, she did,” Cassie laughs. “Tore Robby a new one for the way he treated you. You’ve got tomorrow off, by the way. Thanks to Nurse Evans over there.”
“Really?” You ask, trying to hide your blush in the dimly lit room. “What time is it?”
“Nine,” Dana says, checking her watch. “Or thereabouts.”
“Don’t y’all have better things to do than hang around in my tiny apartment?”
“Nope,” Cassie says, taking the mug from you and putting it on the bedside table so it doesn’t get in the way while her hands explore your body. You’re suddenly very aware that you’re only in your underwear between them.
“Did you get hot earlier?” Dana teases, her hand sliding across your belly.
“Clothes got uncomfortable,” you say, breath hitching as she squeezes your hip while Cassie starts to kiss your neck.
“Did you think about us this week?” Dana asks. “While you touched yourself?”
“Mm, yes,” you whine. “Couldn’t cum, though.”
“Oh, poor princess,” Cassie pouts. “Nothing feels as good anymore, does it?”
“No,” you pout too, hands sliding to Dana’s hair as she kisses over your stomach.
“You must be so frustrated,” the older blonde says as she moves your panties aside. She doesn’t waste any time, sliding her fingers through your wetness, rubbing all over your labia and everywhere but where you need her to.
Cassie reaches behind you and unclasps your bra, kissing over the swell of your breasts as they spill out. She groans, dragging her tongue over the soft flesh before wrapping her lips around your nipple, eliciting a moan from you. The moan deepens when Dana finally pushes two fingers into you, curling them upwards.
“That’s our good girl,” Dana hums, sucking the inside of your thigh as she fingers you. She sucks hard enough that it leaves a mark, and then she moves to the other side and repeats the action. You know you won’t last long; you can feel it building already, and you rock your hips against Dana’s hand.
“Needy little thing,” Cassie coos, sliding her hand down to join Dana’s. You think she’s going to rub your clit, give you some relief, but she pushes a finger inside of you, joining Dana’s fingers and stretching you further.
“Oh look at that,” Dana gasps. “You’re takin’ mommy and daddy’s fingers at the same time.”
Cassie slips in another finger, her hand in Dana’s as they move in sync, four fingers inside of you, fucking you, stretching you. White-hot pleasure shoots through your body, and you tremble as it washes over you in intense waves, until you squirt, liquid gushing all over their fingers and your bed.
“Mmm, let mommy taste,” Dana says as they remove their fingers and you whine. Your pussy pulses, and Dana slides her tongue through you, lapping it all up.
“Was that good, baby?” Cass asks, dragging her wet fingers up your stomach.
“Mhm,” you sigh, enjoying Dana’s tongue. Cassie reaches into her pocket and pulls out a penknife, and you gasp as she flicks it open. She drags the blade gently over your hip before slicing through your panties and tearing them from your body.
“Hope you didn’t like them.” She laughs, putting the knife away and removing her T-shirt.
“They were actually my favourite,” you pout.
“Aww,” Dana says from between your legs. “We’ll buy you some more,” she says, stroking your bruised thigh. “Good girls deserve presents.”
You watch as Cassie throws her top aside and pulls her sports bra over her head, reaching down her soft belly to unbuckle her jeans. When she pulls them down, her purple cock bounces free, and you gasp.
“Daddy came prepared, princess,” Dana grins. “You want mommy to warm it up for you?”
“Y-yes please,” you whine. You love being between them, but watching them fuck makes you so wet. Dana slides out of her clothes and gets on her knees between your legs, her ass in the air, and Cassie climbs on the bed behind her. Your tiny bed can barely keep up with all of these bodies, and the frame groans.
“Are we gonna break your bed, sweetheart?” Dana laughs, her laugh turning into a moan as Cassie thrusts into her roughly. She pushes her body into you as she thrusts, and you gasp, reaching for Dana’s hair as you watch.
“Eat her pussy,” Cassie says, smacking Dana’s ass. “Give our girl something to scream about.”
Dana pushes your legs open again, and her tongue finds its way back into you as Cassie’s hips smack into hers loudly. She is fucking Dana so hard, you feel your cunt dripping. You’re not sure you could think if Cassie was ramming into you that hard, so when Dana sucks your clit, you are impressed and so fucking happy. You cry out, eyes rolling back into your head as her tongue flicks the swollen bud repeatedly.
“Good girls,” Cassie grunts. “Fucking hell, baby,” she says, stroking Dana’s ass. “You’re so wet, you love her little pussy, don’t you?”
Dana hums in response, and it vibrates through your body, and you cry out. “Need more,” you beg. “Please, Mommy, need fingers.”
Dana groans, lifting her head as she slides two fingers back into you. Your pussy sucks her in, fluttering around her as you look at the mess on her lips.
“Cum with me,” Dana says. “I’m close, princess. Gonna cum all over daddy’s cock so it’s nice and warm for you.”
“Fuck,” you whimper. “Please, mommy. Need daddy’s cock.”
“Cum on mommy’s fingers,” Cassie grunts. “Then my cock is all yours.”
You groan as Dana slides her tongue over your clit again while her fingers pump in and out, and Dana starts to pant against you, tongue moving lazily as her own orgasm starts to shoot through her. “That’s it,” Cassie groans. “Good girls.”
You gasp, bucking into Dana’s fingers as you cum again. Dana moans with you, eyes locked on yours as you both climax together. “Atta girl,” Dana grins, kissing your clit and flopping down next to you as Cassie pulls out.
“C’mere,” she says, holding her arms open. “Sit between my legs while Daddy fucks you.”
Dana helps you move, so your back is pressed against her front. You can feel her nipples dragging against your back, and her arms wrap around you. You hook your legs over hers to keep them open, and Cassie grins, stroking her cock.
“Look at my girls,” she says. “Ready for my cock, honey?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you whine as Dana cups your breasts and sucks on the side of your neck. Cassie slots in between the mess of legs and nudges the cock against your slit.
“I see mommy got you nice and wet for me,” she groans as she pushes in. "Fuck, you’re so tight around my cock. Wish I could feel it.”
“Thank you, daddy,” you moan as she slides all the way in. She doesn’t pull out again, just keeps pushing deeper and deeper, not going anywhere but nudging you repeatedly. It feels so deep, so full. “So good,” you whine. “Missed your cock, daddy.”
“Perfect little cock whore,” Dana says. Cassie grabs your chin, forcing your mouth open and leans over you, spitting into your mouth.
“Swallow,” she says, and you do. You’d do anything they asked you to. “Thank you,” you mumble again, licking your lips.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” Dana says, sliding her hand down your stomach. She trails her fingers between your legs to where Cassie is sliding in and out, and Cassie spits on your clit, lubing it up for her wife, who then starts to move her fingers in slow circles over the sensitive nub.
“How many times do you think we can make you cum?” Cassie asks curiously. “This will be your third; think you could give us three more?”
“I’ll try,” you whine, brow furrowed as you try to concentrate on giving them a third orgasm. Cassie’s cock hits just the right spot, and Dana’s fingers rub so perfectly, but your body is fighting the pleasure.
“Relax,” Dana says, kissing your shoulder. “Come on, pretty girl. Give us one more.”
“I’m trying,” you whimper. Dana removes her fingers and brings her palm down onto your clit. A jolt of pleasure shoots through you, and she does it again.
“Keep doing that,” Cassie groans. “She’s close.”
Dana brings her palm crashing down once more, and your whole body tingles with pleasure, making you gasp like a fish out of water as you shudder.
“There we go,” Dana coos. “Good job. Just relax.”
You melt into her arms as Cassie keeps rocking into you, dragging out the euphoric feeling. You’re not sure how many more times you can cum, but that won’t stop them from trying.
“Mommy’s turn again?” Cassie asks. “Give the girl a little break?”
“Good idea,” Dana smiles. She slides out from behind you and settles on the bed next to you on her back. Cassie pulls out, and you whine at the feeling of being empty, which makes her smirk. “Don’t worry,” Dana says. “You can have her back in just a moment.”
With heavy lids, you watch as Cassie thrusts into Dana, kissing her hungrily. Their chemistry is undeniable, and so fucking hot. You watch as Cassie snaps her hips into Dana, holding her body close, lips moving all over her face as she fucks her. It is so intimate, and Dana reaches her hand out to you as you watch. You take it, lacing your fingers with hers, and your other hand mindlessly slides down your body and between your legs. They both notice the tiny whine that escapes your lips as you press your fingers firmly against your clit, your eyes never leaving them.
“Good girl,” Cassie groans. “Mommy’s pussy is so tight and wet because of you. My cock is sliding into her so well,” she sighs. “Thank you, princess.”
“Y-you’re welcome,” you whisper, hips bucking into your own touch. “Fuck her harder, please.”
Cassie looks at Dana, who nods, squeezing your hand as her wife rocks into her harder. You watch as the cock pulls out and sinks all the way back in repeatedly, coming out wetter and wetter each time. The pleasure becomes almost too much, and you cry out, coming hard, just from watching them.
“C’mere,” Dana groans, pulling you closer. Your body presses against her side as Cassie pounds into her, and her hand slips between your legs again, sliding through the wetness. You position yourself better so she can sink two digits inside, and she starts to finger you at the same pace as Cassie fucks her. These women are determined to ruin you.
“God, can you hear how wet she is?” Cassie groans as Dana’s fingers squelch in and out of you. Dana nods, mouth pressed against your shoulder as she starts to cum. The noises from your mouth and pussy and the feel of her wife rocking into her repeatedly send shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her fingers get sloppy, so you sit up slightly, riding her hand.
“Oh fuck,” you cry out, bouncing on her fingers. “Right there, mommy.”
“Jesus,” Dana groans, legs trembling as Cassie fucks her through it. It gets harder for her fingers to move, and she knows you’re close again, and when you cum, you cry out so loud Cassie is sure your neighbours will complain.
“Five,” you say breathlessly, flopping onto your stomach, Dana’s fingers still inside of you.
“Good job, princess,” Cassie says, sliding out of Dana and removing the harness. She drops it to the floor somewhere and climbs back on the bed, pulling Dana into her arms. They kiss messily, and Dana’s hands move down her wife’s body to between her legs; the same fingers that were just in you are now inside of Cassie.
“Daddy needs to feel good now,” Dana hums. “You gonna help, sweet thing?”
“Uh huh,” you whimper, pushing yourself up on shaky arms. You crawl over to them, and Cassie pulls you in for a kiss as Dana pumps her fingers into her. “What can I do to help?” you ask sweetly, and Cassie chuckles.
“Come sit on my face, sweetheart.”
“Trust me, it’ll help me cum,” she insists, pulling you up towards her face. “Please.”
“How could I ever say no to you, daddy?” you ask, climbing over her face and gently lowering yourself down. Her tongue connects with your soaked pussy, and you gasp as she pulls you down by your hips until you are fully seated.
Dana smirks, crawling between Cassie’s legs and sliding her own tongue against her clit as she fingers her. The sound of wet pussies and gasps fills your small bedroom, and you grip onto the headboard as Cassie eats your pussy like a woman starved. She licks, sucks, bites, her tongue getting in every crease and crevice. Her hands hold open your shaky thighs, and you look down between your legs, watching as her blue eyes roll into the back of her head each time Dana swipes her own tongue.
This was what you wanted: someone who loved you as much as Dana and Cassie loved each other. Someone as devoted to you as they were. As Cassie sucked your clit harder, the pleasure and the thoughts became overwhelming, and you came with a strangled cry, tears rolling down your face at the realisation that nothing would ever compare to this. To them.
Cassie cums seconds later, moaning into your cunt as she laps up your juices, and you climb off her face quicker than you can say boo. Your legs almost give out as you walk to the bathroom, and you close the door behind you before dropping onto the lid of the toilet and sobbing.
“What did you do?” Dana asks her wife accusatorily, and Cassie gasps.
“Me? I didn’t do anything!”
“I know, I’m sorry,” Dana says, kissing Cassie quickly.
Dana gets off the bed and wanders over to the bathroom, knocking gently. “I’m okay,” you say, but your voice trembles and the older woman knows you well enough now to know you’re lying.
“Sweetheart, please come out. We should talk.”
“I’m just being stupid,” you sniffle.
“We’ll be the judge of that,” Cassie says. “Come on, hon.”
Reluctantly, you get off the toilet and open the door, your hands hiding your naked body as best you can. “Don’t hide from me,” Dana says gently, taking your hand. “Come sit with us.”
You let her drag you to the bed, onto her lap, and she settles in next to Cassie with you in her arms. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
“It doesn’t matter,” you say.
“Of course it matters,” Cassie insists, taking your hand. “We care about your feelings.”
“My feelings are fucked,” you laugh tiredly. “I know this can’t be more than sex; I know that.”
“You’re married. To each other,” you say. “And I’m just me.”
“You mean the most beautiful, kind, sweet girl we’ve ever met?” Cassie asks.
“You’re just saying that because you’re naked in my bed,” you say.
“No, we’re saying that because… we love you,” Dana says, looking at Cassie and then back at you. “We’re in love with you, kiddo.”
“You are?” you ask, breath hitching.
Dana presses a soft kiss to your cheek and nods. “Yeah, baby. Have been for a while, actually.”
“Last weekend kinda just solidified things for us,” Cassie says. “We’ve been trying to figure out how to navigate these feelings, hence why we’ve been distant the last few days.” She touches your face. “I promise it wasn’t anything you did.”
“And did you? Figure it out?” You ask, voice shaky as Dana strokes your arm and Cassie your cheek.
“We’d like you to be our girlfriend,” Dana smiles. “Would you like that?”
“How would that work?” you ask curiously.
“Just like this, except we also take you out on dates and tell our friends,” Cassie smiles. “Make sure everyone knows you’re ours.”
“Won’t people think that’s weird?” you worry.
“Who gives a fuck?” Dana asks. “We love you, sweet girl. Let us love you.”
You look between them, into their eyes, and you can see it; you can see them looking at you the same way they look at each other, and a lump forms in your throat as you struggle to find the words, tears pricking your eyes.
“You don’t have to decide anything right now,” Dana says, kissing your cheek.
“Get some sleep,” Cassie suggests.
The brunette woman shuffles closer, pulling a blanket over the three of you as you cry quietly in their arms, trying to figure out whether to proceed with your head or your heart.
“Maybe you should go,” you suggest. “I don’t think… I can’t think with you here.”
“Sweetheart,” Dana says gently, touching you, and you recoil, getting off her lap. You grab the blanket and cover yourself with it.
“Please,” you say. “Please leave.”
“Come on,” Cassie says to Dana, looking at you as she reaches for her wife. “Dana.”
“No,” Dana mumbles, looking the most broken you’ve ever seen her. You can see the hurt in her eyes, and you look away because you cannot process these feelings right now.
“Dana,” Cassie says more firmly. “We said our piece; now we should go.” Cassie pulls on her clothes and gathers Dana’s things, and you slip back into the bathroom wrapped in the blanket. They can see themselves out. At one point, you think you can hear Dana crying, and it breaks your heart, but you can’t think about anything while you’re naked and between them.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper into your hands, crying softly as they shuffle around your bedroom. And then you hear the front door slam, and suddenly the apartment feels much too quiet, and you’re not sure whether the quiet was what you really needed after all.
