#grey's anatomy smut

[misaverawrites]

Intern Lounge Blues (Andrew DeLuca x Reader) SMUT

a/n: this is the second part of this request: https://www.tumblr.com/misaverawrites/706363003878162432/yes-finally-requests-open-i-love-your-way-to?source=share

tags: SMUT (minors dni!!!), unprotected sex, google translate Italian, cursing, fingering, oral (m. receiving), fingering, m. and f. orgasms

summary: You and Andrew's feelings finally bubble to the surface

Nights were your favorite. The quiet on the post-op floor, you loved it.

This night was one of those nights, quiet, the sterile post-op floor welcomed you with open arms, just you and, as you were thankful to find, Andrew DeLuca. You’d both been here for a few hours already, and in an effort to stay awake, you sit with him on the intern’s locker room bench, you’re holding flash cards and he has a grin on his face, one that makes you feel that ever-present warm, fluttering feeling within your heart.

“I just feel like I’m not getting it, Andrew.” You sigh, the Italian man grins softly, he’d been teaching you his native language for the past few months and the two of you had grown closer because of it.

“I promise, (Y/N), you are getting it, it’s just basics, I promise.” His infectious grin spreads to your face, “Okay, how about this sentence: Sei così bello.”

You stare at him quizzically for just a moment, you are beautiful, but at that moment, you cannot tell if this is Andrew trying to mess with you or not. “You are beautiful.” You repeat to him and he raises his eyebrows, “Thank you, and so are you.” He grins, and you’re unsure if he is unconsciously scooching closer to you or if it is on purpose. That is until his lips meet yours, tender and loving, an embrace you have both waited for, fully realized among the both of you. That is, until he pulls away, eyes locked on yours, nervous for your reaction. “I-I’m… Shit, I’m sorry, I-” You cut him off with another kiss.

“Non scusarti con me.” You whisper against his lips and grin at his minor shock, “See, I remember some of what you taught me.” He chuckles, “Well, I guess we’ll have to move on to harder lessons now, won’t we?”

You simply nod and his hands meet your body, your body between his legs, you begin to help him out of his shirt, as you quietly admire the sight of him shirtless in front of you. You help him with his scrub pants, and then his boxers, his cock freeing from the fabric constraints. You and he share another glance together, a glance that contains both a question and a quick, but sure answer. 

You’ve got me right where you want me.

You still sit in between his legs, your hand coming to meet the organ, he’s silent, save for heavy, ragged breaths, hot enough for the cold, sterile room you’re both in. Your hand begins to stroke at the organ, foreign to your touch, the realization is only that this is Andrew’s cock. You take it slow, at first, at a steady pace, until he starts to thrust against your palm, soft whines from his lips intertwined with what you think is praise, “fottimi, così bene, piccola.” You lean into it, going faster until you decide to take some of the initiative, your lips replacing your hand, as you bob your head up and down his cock, his hands threading into your hair as you continue at a steady pace.

That is, until Andrew stops you, “Wait, wait, you’re really good, and that isn’t like a problem, but, this isn’t… you’re not getting anything out of it,” You cock your head to the side, “Let me show you how a man treats a beautiful woman, like yourself.” He murmurs into your neck, kissing along the skin. You giggle at his flirtations until he bites at the skin of your neck without much warning, making you gasp out softly, the wetness that’d been in your core was finally being paid mind to, you grind against the fingers that rub against your clit, playing with the bundle of nerves like it was his second nature. Your lips meet his, soft moans falling from your lips as the two of you kiss, his fingers only leaving your clit to slip his fingers inside of you, making you gasp softly. His other hand comes to your shirt, tugging at the garment and you help him take it off of yourself, and with a small bit of assistance, your bra, and scrub pants follow suit along with the underwear you have on. His lips move from yours as he kisses down your neck to your breasts, suckling on the skin there, leaving little marks that you won’t bother to hide later, “A-Andrew, need you to fuck me, ohmygod, please, please!”

Without much else warning he pushes himself into you, whining at your heat, “Gesù, (Y/N), fuck!” He holds you close to his body, the bench creaking as he thrusts inside of you, still close from you sucking him off earlier, he works on your clit bringing you closer and closer with each one of his thrusts into your cunt, your whines and moans bringing him over the edge as your pussy milks his cock, him cumming inside of you, the fullness and warmth bringing you over the edge as he thrusts inside you just a few final times, and he crashes against your body lazily, “mi sei così caro, amore.” You knew there’d be a discussion about this later, but for now, you only had each other.

Nights will always be your favorite shifts.

[andersonfilms]

currently thinking about....

doctor!abby who you meet for the first time when she’s covering the emergency room. you’re a patient, suffering from abdominal pain and a high fever. it’s pretty quiet, and it’s also three in the morning on a wednesday. late night shifts weren’t unfamiliar territory for her, she only had a few more hours left and she would be calling it a night.

doctor!abby who greets you with a soft smile as she glazes over your chart, before introducing herself. even with all the pain you’re in, you try your best to muster the courage to put on your best face, but you’re in pain and it’s evident.

doctor!abby tells you she wants to run a few more tests after you explain to her what brought you back in here. she tells the intern to notify her when your test results come back in. she believes it’s your appendix, inflamed and your symptoms masking themselves as a flu doesn’t help. it’s why the last hospital had missed it when you came in a week ago.

doctor!abby attempts to stir the thought of you from her mind. you're a patient. she's your doctor, and she'll be your surgeon if she's right about your prognosis. abby can't think about how you're extremely easy on the eyes. how your eyelashes compliment your eyes, accentuating the darling hue she could get lost in if she allowed herself. your voice floats over her heart like honey, sweetening her up at her very core. it's sickening how she wants to swallow every bit of it.

doctor!abby finds it a little hard to believe she feels this way just after one brief interaction with you. she prides herself on being professional, being distant enough from the patient. she has to be, her focus needs to be lasered when she's in the operating room. she can't think of how beautiful you are, how much she wants to flirt with you, and how she would if she'd met you anywhere but this godforsaken hospital. god has a special kind of torture for making you her patient. she can just be your surgeon. cut you open, patch you up, and send you back home. it's all she can do.

doctor!abby wants to uppercut this intern’s jaw. it’s really not their fault, but you’re undeniably in pain and they were attending to another patient before giving your results to the lab. but it’s more than clear with the results coming back, it’s your appendix and she’s sure at this point it’s ruptured. fresh tears spring to your eyes as she explains they need to get you into surgery right away, before any further damage can happen.

doctor!abby watches as you wipe your tears away, embarrassed you’re crying in front of the stupidly hot doctor. it’s mortifying, and you hated to be like this in front of anyone. abby’s expression is focused, cold even. she reassures you the intern is going to prep you for surgery, the weight in your shoulders drops, but the pain persistent.

doctor!abby who is elated when the surgery goes smoothly. you wake up several hours later with slight discomfort, but you’re recovering nicely. she was supposed to leave the hospital hours ago, but couldn't bring herself too. the thoughts of you coming out of anthesia after your surgery, telling her how gorgeous she is and how briliant she is to save your life.

doctor!abby who was thankful you wouldn't remember her cheeks flushed, dazed eyes and a stupid smile from your compliment alone — thankfully no one to see how unprofessional she was being. how her stupid, caring heart couldn't seem to control itself around you. she blamed your eyes. they were too easy to get fall for, making her get lost in nostalgia, as if she’d loved you in some past life.

doctor!abby who thinks about you even after you’re discharged. you’re home, healthy, and should be out of her mind but you’re not. your existence stretched into every thought of hers. god, maybe it’s impenetrable, rose-colored glasses affecting her judgement, but she wonder what it would be like to see you out of the walls of this hospital. she imagines picking you up for a first date, holding your hand sweetly even if she was nervous — god — she thinks about kissing you the most. she would savor every moment if you let her.

doctor!abby who happens to see you again at dina’s place or more accurately, you’re waiting in the pouring rain, downright soaked. lightning paints the skies, cracking thunder rumbles making you jump as your rubs your hands along your forearms trying to regain some warmth. she’s never been more thankful for her loud neighbor. of all the people in the seattle area dina could be friends with it’s you. the woman she can’t stop thinking about, the beautiful goddess she dreams about is within her reach and she’s definitely going to take advantage of it.

abby softly greets you not wanting to frighten you, declaration of her appearance known as she says your name eloquently. it’s the hot doctor, oh my god. oh my god.

“dr. anderson?” you question, a hint of a smile wanting to escape and abby takes note. your hair is wet, silky, hint of curls forming. drops of the rain flow over supple cheeks, falling over wet lips.

yet again, abby is reminded of just how beautiful you are. butterflies swarm the pit of her stomach at your excitement to see her. you’re surprised but you can’t stop looking at her. it’s a relief, the hope you might feel the same as her.

“please, just abby.” so distracted by her, domineering presence you noticed the umbrella she had, shielding you from the dreadful rain. but it really didn’t seem too terrible. not when she was in your company.

abby was shed of her white coat, only wearing navy blue scrubs and simple tennis shoes for comfort. biceps sculpted to the heavens, slightly wet from the rain which seemed to make them appear even more delicious. you want to eat her right up.

“i’m so confused. you live here?” abby gestures to the house right next door. “yeah, right next door.”

“i was just coming home and you looked…..wet.” abby silently cursed herself for being so goddamn awkward. it was worth it though, your small laugh an equal reward.

“if you want, you can come to mine. dry off, not get completely soaked while you wait for dina.” abby offers sweetly. “totally up to you, but my home is pretty damn cozy. warm too.”

the two of you are smiling like idiots. abby’s hoping you say yes and you’re thinking about how adorable she is, despite how physically terrifying she may appear.

“okay….yeah. i might be into that.”

“yeah?” abby’s voice changes, dropping into a tone you hadn’t heard before. it’s pure velvet and you want to feel it on your skin. you want to feel all of her. she leads the way as you stay under the umbrella, impossibly close to her as she protects you from the rain.

doctor!abby who gets you a change of dry clothes, a crewneck sweater and sweatpants. she can’t help but notice how adorable you look in her clothes. abby tries to do her best not to flirt with you as you’re sitting on her couch, but she fails. she’s asking normal questions, non-sequential small talk, but her hand is on your thigh. though the cotton is thick, her touch lights a fire between your thighs.

doctor!abby who nearly combusts when you start touching her arms, her shoulder, ghosting longer her thigh. but they find home elsewhere. fingers delicately smoothing over the end of her braid. abby can’t stop the way her heart stops, and then continues. the blonde strands wrap around your finger like a vice, clinging onto you as if it’s the sole purpose of existing.

doctor!abby who can see the ember shining in your eyes, the way you’re looking at her, like you might just eat her whole. fuck, she would let you too. she’d let you do whatever you want.

“i bet you look beautiful with your hair down.” you tell abby, inching forward, your thigh touching hers. “but you’re beautiful like this, too.”

“beautiful? me?” abby questioned as if it wasn’t obvious.

“don’t play dumb, dr. anderson.”

“i told you to call me ab—” her words just stop when you sling your left leg over, straddling her, grinding your hips just slightly before you fully press your weight on her. she sighs at the contact. feels s’good, having you this close.

wordlessly, you slowly undo her braid until every blond strand is free, her scalp thankful for it. abby moans as you run your fingers through her hair. your bring it over her shoulders on both sides, cradling her face in the palm of your hands.

“you really think you’re not? you’re going to sit here and pretend like you’re not the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen?” abby blushes, supple cheeks close to crimson, but she doesn’t look away.

“yeah, baby? you think so?”

“i know you are.”

abby lifts her hips cockily, smirking as the moan leaves your lips. all these layers, but being pressed up against her is doing something to you.

“i guess blonde doctors are your type then, huh?”

“only when they keep checking up on me when they didn’t have to.” your hands rest on her hips, as you lean into her, nose pressed against hers, lips ghosting over her very kissable ones.

“i was just doing my job, you know?”

“sure you were, dr. anderson.” abby grunts, aggravated you won’t just say her name again. she needs to hear it.

she can feel your breath on her lips, if she just moved slightly upwards, she’d be kissing you. she wants to, needs to.

“you want to kiss me.” your pupils dilate and your voice trembles.

“say my name and maybe i will.”

“so it’s that easy?”

“mhmmm, that easy.” abby hums, and her name is about to fall off your lips. tragically, dina walks through abby’s front door before you get the chance to. you’re not embarrassed to be found on abby’s lap, and dina knows it too. she just laughs and asks if you’re ready to go.

you whisper in abby’s ear before biting gently, “until next time, dr. anderson.”

-

an. omfg i actually like something i wrote???? wild.

[swiftsdelucaa]

Hi 🫶

I was thinking about georgies younger hot sister who is also a prodigy ( like lexie) and karev being lovesick with her

He is just so dreamy, especially in the first seasons

Can you make it smut please?

Thank you!!!

❛ 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ❜ (𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕)

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Alex Karev x O'Malley!sis!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Really, I don't know how to apologize for the wait, this time has been crazy, but I'm back and I hope you'll like this!! 🫶🏻

Your internship had started perfectly. You were a year under your brother George and all his friends, but you could say you were the best between them all. It's also been easy being friend with George's group, they had welcomed you well and unlike your brother you had a tougher character than him. There was this guy, Alex, he was surely the most interesting since you've seen him for the first time. You knew he was livesick of you, you just liked teasing him. Let's say it, you were very hot, his gaze couldn't help to be always focused on you. You enjoyed it.

While the others were spending time complaining about their days you both were too busy flirting with each other most of the time, and then you finally gave him the satisfaction of going out for an evening. George told you he didn't like Alex that much for you, but you didn't care. Sometimes he was too protective.

By the way, finally you accepted to spend an evening with him. You were kinda excited.

It hadn't been anything special, just enough, in his car eating some Chinese food ordered to the nearest restaurant since out was raining and both of you were very hungry. It was like the first time you were just talking spending time normally and not flirting or something else. You just talked about your first days of work and started knowing each other better. The he drove you to your house. Before you get out from his car you looked at him. Yeah he was still staring at you, his eyes looked at you lips but you just smiled.

"Good night Evil Spawn" you smirked and got up. You felt him grab your arm and pull you back inside.

"Not this time" he whispered before press his lips against yours in a pretty passionate kiss. You just kissed him back since this was all you were waiting for.

"Wait.." you stopped the kiss. "In my house there's more space" you said smirking. He smirked as well.

In a few time you were already inside, you pushed him towards the bedroom as you kept kissing. Suddently his lips were on your neck, biting your skin softly. You let out a little moan and then you pushed him onto your bed. You took off your top, he grabbed your hips to bring you closer and kissed you again. You put your hands under his shirt to signal for him to take it off, he did it and then went on top of you.

"Fuck the things that will happen in this room" he whispered. Only these words made you get more wet. You smirked at him and bit you lip when you felt his hand on your stomach.

"Never been so ready" you said.

He took off your bra, starting to kiss your chest and going down with his lips on your breasts, biting them softly but enough to make you gasp.

One moment later you were completely naked, you on top of him, moving your hips against his body. His hands were holding and squeezing you closer, your moans filled the room as you were looking at Alex. His eyes remained glued on you, enjoying that wonderful sight.

"God, I don't think I'll ever get enough of you" he said panting and feeling the contact of your bodies collide. You leaned down to kiss his chest, moving up his neck and finally meeting his eyes.

"Oh, really?" You smirked.

He kissed your lips, in a very passionate way, he positioned himself remaining sitting with you on his lap. He kept pushing you against him grabbing your ass. You moaned again feeling him coming inside you. Both sighed before letting your bodies fall onto the mattress. You let out a giggle.

"Say it, you had fun boy" you then whispered very close to his face.

"Who told you I've finished?" He asked smirking and going on top of you. He slipped under the blanket, you knew where he was going, so you just let your head fall back on the pillow looking at the ceiling, until you felt him teasing your weakest point with his tongue. He began to go deeper and sucking, causing you to moan, you liked that he was a little rough.

"Mmh.." you started moaning louder, the way he kept pleasuring you drove you crazy. He arrived to your clit, intensifying the movements with his tongue. "Alex..." you moaned, clinging to the blanket.

Then he started to move up, kissing your stomach, and reaching your face, savoring the taste of you on his lips.

"I will never finish with you, baby girl"

You would surely have had many more similar nights.

[lanadelnegan]

Warnings: all 18+ and contain smut. minors DNI.

Negan Smith

Oneshots:

Daddy Issues - stepdad!Negan

Smarty Pants - Negan shows his appreciation after you explain how to make a bullet.

Down Bad - Coach Negan x F!Reader

Video Games - giving Negan head while he plays video games

Knock Knock - DeadCity!Negan fucks you while Maggie is gone on a run

Our Little Cabin - Cowboy era Negan takes your virginity

My Girl - Rick's oldest daughter, y/n, loses her virginity to Negan

Pretty in Pink - Negan can't resist you in your little pink skirt

You Belong to Me - Negan x Male Reader

Vampire - Negan eats you out while you're on your period

Keep Me Warm - Public sex with Negan in Alexandria

Two In One - Negan x Reader x Simon threesome

Cherry - Negan ‘pops your cherry’

The Notebook - movie night with Negan (fluff)

Multi-chapter:

Lip Gloss - Prisoner!Negan falls for a girl at Alexandria. (complete)

My Past, My Future - Negan x Reader x Daryl / love triangle (complete)

Crush - gym teacher negan x student reader (complete)

Tattoo - Teacher!Negan gives his student a tattoo. (complete)

Ghost - Negan x Glenn'sSister!Reader (complete)

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Oneshots:

Wildest Dreams - Your celeb crush makes your dreams come true when you meet him at a bar after the walking dead comic con.

Jealousy, Jealousy - Your boyfriend, Jeffrey, can't control his jealousy when he sees another man hit on you at the bar.

Love at First Sight - you ask Jeffrey a question at a walking dead panel that leads to the memory of a lifetime.

Multi-chapter:

One Night Stand - Denny Duquette era Jeffrey has a one night stand with his costar. (in progress)

Denny Duquette

Oneshots:

Cardiac Arrest - You give your favorite patient special treatment

[phefics]

𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: george o'malley x reader 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you're george's best friend. after a night of drinking, you two hook-up, then try to pretend it never happened. prompted by @grimeslovebot!! 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: fem!reader, surgery intern!reader, george isn't married/a cheater, drunk sex, unprotected sex, sort of angsty/cliffhanger ending, pt 2 coming soon 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~1.7k

It had been a hard, long week at Seattle Grace Hospital. You had spent most of it in the clinic, which wasn’t very exciting, but it had put you on Bailey’s good side, which was always a good thing.

George, on the other hand, had been given a chance to scrub in on an incredible surgery and the patient, unfortunately, hadn’t made it. It had upset him, losing someone so young, and he had been sulking around the halls the past few days.

“Why don’t we do something fun tonight?” you suggested, sensing that his mood wasn’t going to get better without a gentle nudge. Like all the other surgery interns, the job often took a toll on him, and only another intern was capable of understanding their pain.

“Like what?” he asked, not looking up from the chart he was reading.

“I don’t know…Go to the bar with the other interns?“ you suggested.

George looked up at you with a fond look on his face. “You mean, like we do all the time?”

“I’m just brainstorming!” you defended, but you couldn’t help smiling.

You and George had immediately gotten along at the beginning of your internship, and had been inseparable friends ever since. All it took was a certain expression on his face, or a specific tone of voice for you to know exactly what he was thinking. You were smiling, because you knew that fond look on his face meant, ‘I know you’re trying to cheer me up, and going to a bar with Karev is not the right approach.’

So, you tried again. “Or we could go back to the house, watch a movie, have some drinks and snacks? I think Meredith is on call tonight, anyway, so the house will be quieter than usual.”

He notated something on the chart, giving you a nod. “Sure, that sounds nice. Uh, I have to go run some labs, but I’ll see you at lunch?”

“See you!”

It was a few hours later when George put his tray down next to yours on the cafeteria table, flopping down into his seat with a sigh.

“Drinks tonight is just what I need,” he said.

You gave him a sympathetic smile, patting his arm. “I’ll stop by the liquor store after my shift.”

“You’re the best,” George said, and his tone was so sincere, combined with that fond look in his big, brown eyes, it made your face flush.

The moment was ruined when Meredith came to the table, practically slamming her food down as she began to rant about her drama with McDreamy, and you were grateful for the distraction.

George was your best friend. Surely you weren’t interested in him…like that. George O’Malley, who was shy and awkward, who was into all his nerdy shit, who made you laugh more than anyone else, who knew you better than anyone…

Well, shit. That wasn’t a great revelation to have in the middle of your work day. You were falling for your best friend.

Meredith’s voice faded to the background as you processed it. Relationships within the hospital always seemed to get messy. You were co-workers, roommates, friends. If it went wrong, it would ruin so much. But if it went well...God, if it went well, it would be so perfect.

"Earth to Y/N?" George said, his fingers waving in front of your face.

You startled from your thoughts. "What?"

"Your pager is going off. Didn't you hear it?"

"Shit," you muttered, grabbing for your pager as you rose to your feet, already preparing to sprint.

"See you later!" George called after you as you ran from the cafeteria.

Later that evening, you changed out of your scrubs in the locker room before heading out of the hospital, stopping at the liquor store and picking up a few bottles of assorted drinks, making sure to grab George's favorite, as well as stopping at a gas station for snacks.

By the time you made it back to the house, your arms full of bags, George was there to help you bring the bags inside.

You picked a film while George mixed some drinks, curling up beside each other on the couch.

"Cheers to surviving another week," he said.

You smiled and clinked your glass with his.

The film you chose was supposed to be sci-fi, but there was an unnecessary romance plot thrown in, and the drunker you got, the more frustrated you became.

"If the world was fucking ending, I would be less concerned with getting laid," you quipped, rolling your eyes at the television.

George was also pretty tipsy by that point, and he laughed. "I think it's sweet. I mean, he's clearly been in love with her for a while. If you thought you weren't going to live much longer, wouldn't you want to seize the opportunity?"

You hummed, considering it. “But what if the world doesn’t end? And now you’ve just made things awkward.”

“Or you’ve made things better,” George said. He had a giddy smile on his face, like he was genuinely daydreaming about the concept.

“You thinking about someone specific?” you teased, nudging him in the ribs playfully.

“Shut up,” he replied, his cheeks flushed, not just due to the alcohol.

You broke into a grin, his lie obvious. "Oh, you are! Tell me, tell me," you chanted, words slurred slightly as you nudged him repeatedly, even sneaking your hands out to tickle his side.

He yelped, batting uselessly at your hands. "No! There's nothing to tell!" he insisted, but his giggling didn't make the words sound very convincing.

Somehow, you ended up halfway in his lap, still poking and prodding at him and demanding to know his little secret, too tipsy to care about the close proximity, or about the fact that his answer might not be who you wanted it to be.

Thankfully, his answer was just what you wanted, and it didn't even come verbally. In a last ditch effort to get you to stop assailing him, George had grabbed your face and pulled you in for a clumsy kiss.

The movie wasn't even half-finished, but it was totally forgotten as you and George got to your feet, stumbling through the house and towards his bedroom, each moment where your lips weren't pressed together spent giggling.

There were no words necessary, your mouths too occupied with kissing to bother. George had already grown hard in his pajama pants, the imprint of his well-sized cock clearly visible through the plaid fabric.

You laid down on his bed, fingers fumbling to remove your top, and George pulled his own shirt over his head with a big of a struggle, the heat of the moment combined with the liquor making every movement desperate and uncoordinated.

It wasn't long until you both completely naked, tangled in his bed sheets. He held your face with so much care, thumb stroking your jaw as he kissed you.

"Youhave no idea how long I've wanted this," he breathed, lining his cock up with your entrance. "Since the ice breaker before our internship, I swear..."

"Me too," you replied. "Didn't even realize how bad I needed you, but it's always been there."

You two both moaned as he entered you, your fingernails digging into his back. It felt so good, the stretch of his cock filling you. It was a blessing that no one else was home to hear the way the bed creaked, the way you gasped and how he groaned.

As he fucked you, George used his thumb to rub circles on your clit, bringing you close to orgasm as he approached his own.

"Fuck," you breathed. "I'm gonna—"

"Me too," he said.

It didn't long for you to both be finished, laying spent on his flannel bedsheets. From the alcohol and the rush of adrenaline, you both fell asleep like that, naked and cuddled together.

***

When you awoke the next morning, you immediately felt the headache before your eyes had even opened. Weren't you too old, too mature to be getting hungover like this? And you were on-call today, which was just the cherry on top.

Or, so you thought. The real cherry on top was when you opened your eyes and say none other than your best friend, George O'Malley, laying next to you.

Fuck, you thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

You jumped out of the bed, and your head pounded in protest. You ignored it, too occupied with the fact that you were naked, your clothes strewn about George's bedroom floor. You gathered them up hastily and snuck out of his room, dashing into your own.

You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. Maybe George wouldn't remember! Maybe you could just move on, pretending that it had never happened.

It was wishful thinking, though. Once you had showered, gotten ready for work, and eaten some semblance of breakfast, George emerged from his bedroom, still shirtless, and nearly bumped right into you in the hallway.

"Morning," he said, sounding exhausted. "What the hell did we drink last night?"

"Don't remember," you replied. "I gotta go. See you later!"

You weren't being very subtle. Izzie, Meredith, and Cristina kept questioning why you were acting jumpy, flustered, and hungover.

"Did you go on a date?" Izzie asked.

Meredith chimed in. "Was it someone here?"

"Oh, don't tell me you're screwing an attending, too," Cristina said.

"I just didn't get much sleep," you replied.

Thankfully, your pager beeped and gave you an excuse to leave. You went to the room you were summoned to, expecting to find a patient in need or an attending who wanted you to scrub in.

Instead, you found an empty room with none other than George O'Malley standing in it.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," you replied, fighting the urge to run right back out of the room.

"So, when I was getting dressed this morning, I noticed the, um...Well, the scratches on my back. I just want to make sure...It was you, right? Like, I didn't do something totally stupid?"

"It was me," you said. "And who says it wasn't stupid? We...We're friends, George, we shouldn't...I mean, I don't want to lose that."

George's face fell slightly, and you focused your gaze on the floor to ignore it.

"Of course," he replied. "Yeah, no, you're right. We were drunk, anyway. It didn't...It didn't have to mean anything."

"Cool. Well, uh...I'll see you later."

You rushed out of the room, refusing to look back at him.

(there will be a part two, don't worry!!)

[randompandabaewrites]

Deepest Desires - Astarion

Drabble based on dialogue from a nymph who gives companions a brief moment of their truest ecstasy—these will break your heart. [Link]

A/N: Astarion deserves the world D: // I should write a full scene of this I did

Astarion x Gn!Reader/You - non-explicit sex, fluff, feeeeelings

MDNI

The winds of fate blow you to the warmest of hearths in the most cordial of inns.

Astarion isn't ones for plans, but, somehow, you and he always save the day. And earn plenty of coin. Tonight you are guests at an inn. The room is bathed in a golden glow as you sit together, eyeing the trophies and momentos of grand adventures that line the warm walls. Having a warm drink to further chase out the chill of night.

He tells you once again with a smirk that he's never liked being the hero, but actually he's grown rather fond of it. Astarion insists it's the admiration, and the gold, of course, but there's no hiding the fondness in his gaze when he thinks you aren't looking.

Your seething passions lead only to pleasure.

Astarion leads the way to your room for the night. It's not quite fit for a king, but more than up to his standards. Besides, the only thing more appealing to him than being wrapped up in silk, is being wrapped up in you. The vampire's hands seek the warmth of your body with the ease and confidence born of familiarity. Your eagerness for each other has never faded it, and he never will.

Though he insists he does not require reassurance, you will give it, whenever you feel he needs to hear it. But Astarion knows his darling offers more than just carnal comfort. He murmurs sweet nothings and everythings against your ear as his hips rock into yours, pressing your wrists back into the soft bedding. He tenses, but you only encourage him to come undone.

As Astarion collapses into you, his head buried in the crook of your neck—you offer him your throat. Thinking nothing more than how he likes the taste of bliss in your blood.

The touch of the sun comforts your flesh, but never burns it.

The two of you stay intertwined throughout the night. The steady rhythm of your heart against Astarion's ear always eases him into peaceful sleep. He does not stir, even as the day breaks beyond the gossamer curtains, and you will not be the one to wake him.

Astarion stretches luxuriously as the sunlight falls over the skin of his back and lights his curls. When he lifts a hand to brush your cheek, the Ring of Daylight is noticeably warmer than his touch.

"Looking for a cuddle?" Astarion greets you with a lazy smile. As he finds your hand, your fingers intertwine, your own ring matching his.

You are safe.

[shelbgrey]

Kiss me in the dark(Derek Shepherd)

Paring: Derek Shepherd x Kepner!Reader

Summary: April Kepner's older sister is still a virgin and unlike her sister no one really knows. She shares the same morles as her sister but really she'll only sleep with someone she loves. She loves her boyfriend Derek but hasn't really gotten the chance to do anything until recently.

Warnings: SMUT, no plot just smut, fingering, Praise, gentle sex, loss of virginity, Derek being an absolute sweetheart.

MasterList ML2

As soon as we got into his trailer his lips were on mine, holding my face gently. as the kiss got more heated I felt his hands start to roam my body.

My eyes widened for a second feeling my stomach do flips I placed my hands on his chest and slowly pulled away. he noticed this, and placed a small kiss to my nose.

“we don't have to. only if-”

“shut it” I softly joked, cutting him off as ran my fingers through his perfect hair. My hands slightly shook as they fell to his belt. I kissed his lips trying to cover the fact I was struggling to unbuckel it. He softly pulled away and placed his hands on mine stope me.

He chuckled slightly. “hey, hey, slow down” I looked up at him with puppy eyes. He smiled lovingly and caressed my cheek. “we'll take things slow” he whispered kissing my cheek.

He smiled softly and took my hand and lead me to his bed. I felt so innocent and shy compared to his confident poster.

I stood still for a bit and looked around his tiny trailer. As I looked around a felt him come up behind me and brush my hair to the side. He started leaving soft kisses up and down my neck as his arms wrapped around my waist.

I felt him stop as he noticed my nervous poster. He turned me around softly and held my face in his hands making our eyes lock.

“what's wrong, Sweetheart?” he asked kindly, looking down at me.

“mm' nothing” and it was the truth. I didn't feel uncomfortable, nor felt paranoid or scared, I trusted him completely. I just simply felt shy at that moment, he smiled at and stroked my cheek softly with his thumb.

“your so beautiful...” he whispered as his hands fell to my ass. I stuttered feeling more shy under my boyfriends gaze.

A soft wine left my lips as I felt him pick me up caring me to his bed. he crawled on top of me, laying me down on the bed as he did so. he rubbed small, comforting circles into my hips, letting me know he was there and I could trust him.

I felt his hands settle on my thighs, slightly letting them wander up my shorts, “do you trust me?” he asked softly.

I felt body trembled, but seemingly in the best way possible. My body was practically in flames from his small, teasing touches. I nodded needing more of his touch.

“use your words, or I can't do anything” he said as I got lost in his blue eyes.

“yes..” I whispered and gently played with the dark hairs at the neap of his neck. He thumb stroked my cheek and his head titled to the side rasing and eye brow. “Yes, what Honey?”

I swallowed nervously not knowing how to say nor did I know what he want to here. “I trust you... please touch me Derek”

that was all Derek needed before he snapped, and his lips once again collided with mine. My hands went to his chest and I gasped into the kiss, noticing how much harder than it was than the first. but nonetheless, I was enjoying the hell out of it. especially when I felt his tongue slip past my lips and began to explore every part of my mouth.

He broke the kiss for a swift moment, “if you want me to stop... tell me and i'll do it, okay? i don't want you to be uncomfortable.”

I quickly nodded, not even really processing his words, I just wanted more of him.

He pulled away slightly giving me a serious look “I'm serious y/n” he said softly.

I nodded softly playing with the dark hair at the neep of his neck. “I will...”

My hand fell to his and our fingers laced together. I felt my chest heat up as he leaned down and pressed a delicate kiss on my lips as he placed our laced finger on the bed next to my head.

he started to press light kisses on my neck. I sighed, I had never felt a sensation like this. He bit down lightly and I let out a small whimper at the feeling. he moaned quietly at the sounds that were leaving my lips. He didn't sound disappointed.

“you like that, Baby?” he cooed teasingly in my ear, nibbling a bit on it, causing a shiver to go down my spine. that was all he needed before he continued to work on my neck, leaving small love marks on the smooth flesh.

“Der.. more.. Please” I pleaded, still not really knowing what I needed more of, but I just I needed more of him. he chuckled in my ear, and placed one last kiss on my jaw before gently lifting me up and laying my head on his pillow.

“what do you want more of?” he asked, hovering over me. His blue eyes stared into mine with a smirk.

“I-i don't know... just-more”

It was kinda funny, because I was begging and I truly didn't even know what I wanted. I knew it would make Derek's thoughts go wild, and I could feel his cock harden at the look on his face as he leaned in closer.

“you want me to touch you more?” he asked trailing his hand down to my outer thigh, “want me to make you feel good with my fingers?”

I felt my heart almost exploded from his words, and I felt my panties suddenly dampen.

“please Derek” I shuddered, wrapping my arms around his neck. he smirked and placed a small, but reassuring kiss on my lips.

I felt his fingers gently trailed over my thighs, going down my shorts, the feeling made me whimper. he pinched at the delicate skin, and I sighed out of content as his fingers inched closer and closer to where I needed him the most.

“are you okay?” he asked and placed a delicate kiss on my lips.

“I-it feels good...” I whimpered to him.

“don't worry, baby. gonna make you feel amazing,” he said kissed my neck once more, and his fingers finally found my clothes bundle of nerves, and he pressed down gently.

I let out a gasped at the sensation, my hips instinctively bucking up as I tried for more friction. he began with small circles on my panties, and he had already made me a sounding mess by the time he was attempting to push them aside, and run a finger up my slit.

“I've barely even touched you and you're soaked... what's got my beautiful girl so worked up?”

I blushed at the question making me hide my face in his chest from embarrassment, and he chuckled lightly.

“hey, don't be embarrassed. I think it's adorable.” he smiled lovingly.

he kissed my lips again, his tongue finding its way back into my mouth as my chest heaved from the overwhelming pleasure.

without warning, he slipped one finger in. it made me gasp into the kiss, partly from pain, the other from pleasure. He moaned at the sounds he was pulling from me.

soon enough, he was fucking me relentlessly with his just one finger, and I rocked my hips back and forth, just chasing a build up that I had never even experienced before.

“your being so good Honey, fucking my fingers like this.” he whispered, making a small whimper escaped my lips once again.

he kept going, even at one point, slipping another finger in to stretch me out a bit. I practically screamed at the feeling, the overwhelming sensation almost becoming too much to handle.

“can I take this off?” he asked tugging at his shirt that covered my body.

I nodded and he swiftly pulled the shirt off my body, and beginning to suck on my nipple lightly. He chuckled at the sudden halt in speech, and kissed my breasts soothingly as he felt my pussy clench around his fingers.

“I can feel you clenching around me baby... are you gonna cum for me?" he asked, coming closer to my face. I quickly nodded, the coil in my stomach progressively becoming looser.

“Derek, I'm gonna cum.” I warned him, and he simply hummed at my obliviousness. “Der..” I gasped, a wave of pure pleasure washing over me, sending what felt like electricity through my veins as he fingers went even faster.

“There you go, Baby.” he said softly.

My thighs trembled violently as I came on his fingers, and I had to hide my face in Derek's shoulder to muffle the scream that elicited from my lips.

As I saw stars, Derek kept going, this time focusing on my clit more than anything. those same noises leaving my mouth hadn't stopped, and before I knew it, that same feeling over came me again. I started to rock against his hand as I came, clinching the sheets on his bed.

I felt my whole body shake as Derek took his hand away, and he licked the rest of my release off of his fingers. he hummed as he stared into my eyes.

“you tast so good” I could feel his cock now painfully hard on my thigh, practically pleading to be released.

I smiled quietly as tried to regulate my breathing. I had never had an experience like this before, and I couldn’t believe that I had just lied there and actually enjoyed it

“you alright?” he asked brushing a few pieces of hair out of my face.

I smiled kissing his lips softly. he placed his hands on my cheeks deeping the kiss as he rubbed his hand up and down my hips, I sighed calming down as his touch soothed me. “do you want more? or... are you done for the night?”

Of course I wanted more of his touch, I wanted so much more. I wanted everything I just had, and even more than that if even possible.

I looked up at Derek with puppy eye “more... Please.”

he raised an eyebrow at with a comforting smike, “are you sure?"

I nodded my head threading my fingers through his hair bring him closer, “please Derek."

And with that, he started kissing my shoulders and neck every now and then to calm me down. He could tell that I was nervous about him seeing me in such a vulnerable moment. he slowly slipped my shorts and panties down gently, throwing them off to the side of the bed.

I laid back down, watching as he began to take his own clothes off. when he was finished, he hovered over me again, his hands gently traved my naked skin, drawing small circles into it. I felt his blue eyes scan my whole body and I started blush as I instincly covered my body with his sheets.

“hey, please don't cover up. you’re so beautiful.” I let out a quiet whimper still keeping my body covered up by his dark sheets. Derek looked up giving me a look of permission, slowly peeling the sheet away.

“so beautiful” he said kissing my chest. I trusted and loved Derek. He always made sure I was safe and comfortable. He handled me with care like he had always done.

He smirked, and gently kissed my lips. he began to kiss all over me, sucking and nibbling at certain parts, leaving me to whimper and tremble some more. his hands traveled everywhere, especially when it came to my breasts. he played with them between his fingers, showing extra attention to me nipples as he whispered sweet nothings. I sighed from pleasure and carded my fingers through his dark hair when he kissed them, and began to play with them with his tongue.

suddenly, he leaned up, and took us in for another heated kiss, “I can’t wait to ruin you, baby"

maybe if any other scenario or if he wasn't my loving boyfriend, I would’ve panicked and ran for the hills. but, this time, his words simply made me clench my thighs together. he felt it, and looked over. he let out a low chuckle, and shook his head.

“is that what you want? want me to fuck you?” he asked rubbing my cheek as a smirk was plastered on his face.

I felt nervous for this part, but I couldn’t even be bothered to think on the fact that I was still a virgin. Derek knew it as well and we had the conversation before. And he said wait until I was ready. That's always been the plan and he simply wasn't going to let me freak out, or feel shy or embarrassed.

I nodded my head frantically, and he teasingly rubbed his cock on your swollen clit. I leaned up to kiss him this time, forcing my tongue in his mouth, which baffled him as he continued to rock his hips into mine.

“look at you making demands...” he moved some hair from my face, “damn... you’re so beautiful.”

There was a beat of silence, only the sounds of your heart beating in sinc. “der..”

He hummed in response, locking his blue eyes with mine as I started to stutter under his gaze. “W-will you...um...”

He gave me a comforting look “will I what, sweetheart? say it.”

I blushed and glanced over for a moment, I felt my face burn again, but he grabbed my chin, and forcing our eyes to lock. “say it.”

Ihuffed, growing more needier and needier by the second, “Derek please.... Fuck me”

that’s when he kissed me again, but this time, it felt... different. it didn’t feel as if he was just trying to fuck me. It was like his normal loving kisses. Like the first kiss we ever shared. he simply just wanted a kiss. A kiss that says he loves me.

he aligned himself with me and looked up at me with reassurance in his eyes. “are you sure?”

I quickly nodded, “yes, please.” I shot him a loving smile, despite the very thing that was about to happen. but, I felt my smile suddenly faltered when a small thought popped into my head.

He must have noticed the shift on my face, and stopped automatically with a concerned look. “what's wrong Honey?” he asked stroking my cheek.

“does-will it hurt?” I asked softly. he softly smile,as my voice was just so fragile and curious. but, he leaned down and softy kissed my forehead,

“just for a few moments, but if it’s too much... you can let me know and i’ll stop, alright?”

I couldn’t help but to smile back at him lovingly, as his voice was so gentle and hypnotic. “okay...”

And with that, he aligned himself one more time, and his hand moved to my hip down as he slowly slid his tip inside. that burning sensation started, the one that ginny had described. and for a moment, I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it. a small hiss feel from my lips at the intrusion, and Derek caressed your cheek as held on to his arms.

“s-slow at first... please?” he looked at me with a reassuring smile.

Derek chuckled, “that was my plan.” he kissed my forehead softly. “I'll be as gentle as possible”

He began to dig his hips deeper, his cock making its way slowly more into me. I whimpered with every movement, but Derek was there whispering soft praises and reassurances in my ear.

“tell me how good it feels, darling.”

“so good... Fuck, Derek...”

And at one point, a string of curses even left my mouth, leaving Derek a groaning mess, as my shyness and innocence was slowly dying out underneath him.

“never knew such a innocent girl like you could say such nasty things...” he whispered, kissing my neck, sucking on it a bit.

Finally, that now familiar burning in my stomach took over, and I started squirming underneath him as I  unraveled in his arms. a loud scream left my lips, and Derek started planting open mouthed kiss to muffle the noises.

“God you look so gorgeous when you cum...” he groaned.

with just a few more thrust, Derek pulled out, cumming all over my stomach.

he rested his head on my chest few moments catching his breath as I mindlessly played with the damp strands of his hair. he placed a few kisses around my Breasts then up to my face, and slowly got up. he picked up my panties off of the floor, and leaned me up to put them back on.

“Let's get you cleaned up sweetheart” he said slipping his boxers back on.

I obliged by getting up. but, I underestimated everything for a moment, as you my aches, as well as my whole entire lower body. I tumbled and Derek caught me before I hit the ground. “I got you” he whispered.

He quickly scooped me into his arms, and carried me into the bathroom. He ran a hot bath and got one of his t-shirts to sleep. He gently lowered me into the bathtub then situated his body behind mine. “you did so good for me, Baby” he said softly, kissing my neck.

I leaned my back into his chest, as I tried to keep my eyes open. Derek gently kissed my cheek and continued to clean me up. “just relax, I got you” he whispered.

After he massaged the aches away and got me changed he gently picked me up in his arms once again caring me to his bed that now had fresh sheets.

“I wasn't too rough was I, Honey?” he asked as I cuddles to his chest. I looked up and smiled dispute my burning cheeks. “it was amazing” I whispered right before falling asleep in his arms.

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Postpartum

Amelia Shepherd x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI (NSFW), sex, oral sex, hella eating out, fingering, etc., mentions of anatomy/body parts, some explicit language, post-pregnancy times (please let me know if I've left anything out!) Word Count: 2.0k

Summary: You're six weeks postpartum, and your doctor has cleared you for sex, but you're worried that it might not be the same anymore. Amelia assuages all of your worries. 😉

Request Info: This was requested by an anonymous user, but the request itself accidentally got deleted! The user also requested that the reader be an ortho surgeon and a third twisted sister. Whoever you are, I hope you find this, and I'm so sorry to have lost your original request!

“You’re good to go,” your OBGYN declared, finishing up your 6-weeks postpartum checkup.

You raised your eyebrows at her. “As in, good to go?”

She laughed. “Good to go, as in cleared to resume any and all sexual activity as you feel ready for it.”

You nodded and repeated it to yourself. “Good to go…”

But as you left Grey-Sloan, making a quick stop at the ortho unit to say hello to the nurses and the other attendings, you couldn’t help but wonder if you really were good to go. Sure, you missed sex with Amelia. You missed her body, missed connecting with her in that way, but you were also so self-conscious. You hadn’t had any major tears or anything, but you had shoved a human head out of your vagina less than two months ago. It was bound to be different down there. It felt different. What if sex didn’t feel good anymore? What if it never did? Or, even worse, what if it looked or felt different for Amelia, and she didn’t like sleeping with you anymore?

You decided to text Meredith and Cristina about it, as you so often did about any and everything.

Y/N: You guys I’ve been cleared for sex

M: Yay!

C: Good for you bitch

Y/N: I’m kinda scared tho…

M: Aw, why?

Y/N: Does it hurt after? Or like idk was Derek weirded out?

C: It feels like I could have been left out of this conversation

M: Shut up Cristina we’re being supportive! And no Y/N it didn’t hurt. You just have to take it slow and do what feels good at the time. And stop if it doesn’t feel good.

C: You don’t have a dick to deal with so you should be okay

M: CRISTINA

Y/N: I mean tbh we have several

M: Ew she’s my sister I didn’t need to know that…

C: I need to know more…

You shook your head and smiled. You decided that you might as well try, if Amelia was up for it. And there was no question that Amelia was up for it. She’d powered through like a champ, but before this, the longest you’d gone without having sex was two weeks and that was only because you’d been brought in as a specialist on a case at another hospital.

When you walked into the apartment, everything was quiet–a rarity at your house these days. You crept through the rooms, looking for Amelia and Pippa, and finally found them in the nursery. Amelia held Pippa to her chest, bouncing her softly as she slept, little chubby cheeks pressing out like she was blowing bubbles.

You placed a hand on Amelia’s back and kissed her on the cheek. You nodded toward Pippa, eyebrows scrunched.

“I just can’t bring myself to put her down,” Amelia whispered. “How was your appointment?”

“Good.”

Amelia stared pointedly at you. “Good good?”

You nodded, smirking.

If Pippa had not been tiny and fragile, Amelia would have tossed her into the crib like a football.

She placed the baby gently on her back in the crib, then crashed into you with the force of a tidal wave–or six weeks of no sex.

She pushed you into the hallway wall, shutting Pippa’s door behind her, and pressed into you, her mouth and hands desperate. She ran her tongue up and down your neck and back to your mouth and yanked your shirt over your head. God, you’d missed this. You’d missed her. Even though she’d been right here next to you the whole time. She groaned as she pushed herself into you, and you smiled into her kiss.

At this rate, Amelia would be finished before you even had a chance to make it to the bed.

“No, no!” she whined as you pulled away, her blue eyes pleading desperately with you.

“Come to bed, Amy,” you teased, taking her by the hand and leading her to the bedroom.

You gently removed her clothes and pushed her onto the bed. “You first,” you said.

She grabbed at your face hungrily as you leaned over her, kissing you with all the fervor of someone who’s love has been lost at sea for several years. She gasped and arched her back as your hand grazed over her clit.

You couldn’t help but smile at how needy she was, her hips bucking into your hand as you held it still, cupping her heat.

“Y/N, don’t fucking tease me,” she scolded, her voice stuttering. “It’s been way too long for that.”

“Oh, you don’t like that?” you said, smug. It was not often that Amelia was this powerless in bed. Usually it was the other way around, so you were enjoying this moment.

She grabbed your face, rough, and then soft as she ran her hand through your hair. “Just finish me already so I can get inside you.” She pulled your face closer, her breath hot in your ear as she whispered. “I’ve missed the taste of you.”

You’d never switched gears faster. No more power trips, just getting Amelia off as quickly as possible.

You kissed and licked your way down her body, intoxicated by the way she pushed into you and pulled you closer. By the time you reached her center, she was panting and glistening and you knew it'd only be a matter of minutes before she was absolute putty.

You pressed soft kisses into her inner thighs, then closer and closer until she was nearly bursting with the want of you, so that when you finally, finally, wrapped your mouth around her clit, she nearly lost her mind. You held her hips in place as she moaned, licking your way through her, around her, inside of her until she was shaking in your arms, hips rolling to meet your tongue. And for the final touch, you slipped two of your fingers inside of her, curling down and around, just how you knew she liked it. Her hands were gripping your hair so hard you thought might pull it out. “Y/N!” she gasped, her breath coming out in short, sharp moans as she came on your fingers. You smiled as you buried your face in her, guiding her through her high and back down again.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, her chest still heaving.

“Good?” you asked, already knowing the answer, as you wiped your mouth.

She nodded, still struggling to catch her breath. “Give me a second.”

You lay down next to her, feeling wildly pleased with yourself, especially when Amelia rolled over on top of you and pressed her mouth into yours, moaning as she tasted herself on your lips.

But as she worked her way down your body, anxiety shot through you.

You grabbed her hand. “Amy, wait…”

She looked up at you, concerned.

“You don’t have to,” you said, avoiding her eyes.

“I know I don’t,” she replied, still looking at you curiously. “I want to. I’ve wanted to for months.”

“I think…” you stuttered. “I think I’d really rather you didn’t.”

Amelia’s eyebrows furrowed. “Hey,” she said, laying down next to you and propping herself up on her elbow so she could see your face. “What’s going on?”

“I’m just not ready.”

“That’s fine, but you seemed super ready about two minutes ago.”

You didn’t respond, fiddling with an edge of your comforter.

“Y/N,” she said, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head please.”

She took your hand and you played with her fingers for a moment before answering.

“I’m scared you won't like it.”

Amelia looked genuinely shocked. “You’re what now?”

“I got messed up down there,” you mumbled. “What if it’s not like normal for you?”

“Oh, babe,” she said, caressing your face. “You’re not messed up. You could never be messed up. You’re you and I love you. I love all of you.”

You stayed quiet.

“Honey,” she continued, more emphatic now. “Your body made a whole human. A human that is sleeping in the bedroom down the hallway. A beautiful, precious human that I love with all my heart and hope with all my heart stays asleep for a while so that I can get in there. She had her time. It's my fucking turn."

You couldn’t help but giggle a bit.

“Listen,” she ranted, excited that your mood was brightening and trying to make you laugh more. “I’m like the Lewis and Clark of vaginas, okay? The wilderness must be explored. I gotta get in there and get the lay of the land. And it might be new, right?”

You nodded, grinning and blushing.

“But new doesn’t mean bad. Lots of times new means better. So just… let me do my exploring, okay?”

“Okay,” you acquiesced.

Amelia was gentler with this attempt, slow and steady and worshipful as she moved down your body, taking her time especially at the place where your uterus still bulged, where new stretch marks had drawn their way across your abdomen. And when she got to your center, she was gentle there, too, mindful of your anxiety, mindful that it might take your body more time than usual to warm up.

She was loving and slow and obsessive, sighing with pleasure as she placed kisses along the inside of your thighs, on your clit, all over you. Amelia’s careful touch had washed away most of your anxiety, leaving behind your flushed face, the shuddering of your body each time her skin met yours.

And when finally, finally, she had you wet and whimpering, she dove in like a woman starved.

“Amy,” you breathed, lightly holding her head in your hands as you threw your own head back, your hips rising to meet her. You could feel her smile against you.

“You want more?” she asked, and you knew she meant, Do you want fingers or a strap or a toy or anything like that?

You shook your head. “No, just–” Your breath caught in your throat, replaced by a moan as the knot in your lower abdomen tightened.  “Just keep going.”

If there was one thing about Amelia, it was that she could eat you out forever. You’d been afraid that would change, but clearly your fears had been unfounded. She was insatiable.

“Amy–” you exclaimed, arching your back as your body approached the edge. You couldn’t even get the words out, just “Amy” over and over.

She reached up to grasp one of your hands in hers as you fell apart around her, Amelia lapping up every last bit of you.

You breathed heavily, watching as Amelia emerged from between your thighs, grinning like an idiot, her face an absolute mess.

You laughed as she wiped her face. “I take it your expedition went well?”

“God!” she exclaimed, flopping down beside you. “I missed you.”

“We literally have not been apart for weeks.”

“Okay, well, then I missed your vagina.”

You giggled, rolling over a bit to kiss her on the cheek. “You’re a dork.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork,” Amelia retorted, pulling you in for another heated kiss.

You were interrupted then by a loud, crinkly wail through the baby monitor.

Amelia groaned, but you could see a smile creeping in. She stood and stretched. “I’ll go get her.”

“Amelia!” you hissed, throwing a pillow at her. “You can't bring her in here! We’re naked, and it smells like sex!”

“She’s six weeks old! She won’t remember!” Amelia nodded at you. “Go take a shower. Relax. Then we can switch. It's almost time to feed her anyway.”

You lay in bed a moment longer, waiting to hear Amelia on the baby monitor.

“Hello!” she cooed, her voice crackling through the speaker as Pippa continued to cry. “Hi, pretty girl! Oh, I know. I know. You want Mama? Let’s go see her. Oh, you love your mama, don’t you? Mommy does, too.”

You smiled, your heart full as you listened.

“We loooooove Mama, don’t we? Yes, we do. We love her so much.”

[inlovewithgreta]

Hey!! If you’re taking requests, I’d love to request an Addison Montgomery x reader fic, where Addison gets home after a long day and reader lets Addison ‘use her’ for stress relief

Heyy anon!! I absolutely am taking requests so thank you so so much for stopping by to request this! I am so sorry for the long wait, I’m always busy at work plus haven’t had the motivation to write. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written! Have a nice day!! 🩷

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Use Me — Addison Montgomery x Fem!Reader

Summary: Read request above!

Warnings: degradation, praise, mommy kink, spanking, spreader bar

Word Count: 1.6k

Taglist: @shslbunnylover @bellatrixsbrat @aemilia19 @wandsmxmff @maybe-a-humanbean

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"What's your safe word?" You were asked by the older woman straddling your hips.

"Pineapple," you shakily responded, slightly squirming your body in anticipation.

"Good. Remember that. Now bend over mommy's lap." She patted her tanned and toned thighs.

You bowed your head in submission before hurling yourself over the redheads lap with your ass lifted ever so slightly.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"You're my little plaything tonight. My little stress reliever. You're going to be my own personal fucktoy until I feel better." Her cold hand found the cheek of your ass, and it took everything in you to deny the shiver that attempted to take over your body.

A hiss escaped your throat when the spanking first started, the sharp sting hitting you every few seconds that was followed by a small soothing rub to ease a bit of the tension.

Addison let out a loud sigh, allowing herself to let all of her stress out on you. Not that you cared, you would do anything for her. Anything for the woman who stole your heart.

You took spank after spank, allowing your body to be in complete submission to the older woman. You knew how much she needed this today. How stressed she was all day at work with little to no time to let herself relax.

That was, until the two of you got home and you told her to take her stress out on you. After all, you would rather it be on you and your body over her sharp words cutting into the brand new interns.

"You can be rougher with me, mommy." You whispered out to her with a small wiggle of your ass that had the redhead squeeze it tighter.

Even though you had a safe word, Addison still made sure to not get too carried away. After all, this wasn't just for her.. she still wanted to make sure it felt good for you. And it definitely did.

"Is that so?" She raised a brow that you couldn't see. "Is my sweet girl ready for me to let it all out on this pretty little body?"

"Yes, mommy. Please.." you tried to urge the woman on, "Use me. Do whatever you want with me. I'm yours.. all yours."

Fingers wrapped in your hair, pulling you up from her lap so you could face her. She admired the way your cheeks were already covered in a blush and she had barely even started with you.

"Then be my good little girl and lay down on the bed. Mommy knows exactly what she's going to do with you." She scrunched her nose with a sadistic smile and gave you a wink before letting you go, watching admirably as you scrambled onto the bed without hesitation.

Your head fell against the plush pillow while your eyes followed the fiery locks of your lover as she made her way to the walk-in closet. The dimly lit room was where the redhead left her special toys.

Toys she loved to use on you. Only you.

And the specific toy she brought out tonight was new. She figured now would be the best time to try it out and test your limits.

Your eyes widened when you realized what she had brought out with her. A spreader bar. A bar that would not only help hold your legs open, but to also keep them from closing. Something you often did when the woman made you come.

"That's right, mommy's got a brand new toy." She ran a hand down the long metal rod in a seductive manner before stopping at the edge of the bed.

You gasped when she pulled you towards the end of the bed by your ankle. She slid one into position, locking it into place on the bar before doing the same to the other.

"Safe word?" She asked once again.

"Pineapple," you answered.

She smiled deviously before pulling on the bar to spread your legs just a notch farther apart. "That's my good girl.. always my good girl." She cooed as she slid the bar again, spreading your legs as far as she knew you could go.

The redhead licked her lips slowly as her eyes scanned the glistening mess between your legs before bringing her lips to place wet kisses in a firm line up your leg.

"So perfect.." she mumbled between kisses, wasting no more time before swirling her tongue around your aching clit.

"Yesss," you whispered out.

Your body was tense as she started, your body unfamiliar with the restricted amount of movement you could make. You were pinned. Spread out. Completely exposed to your lover who lavished your cunt with meticulous strokes.

"Mmm, Addison." Green eyes glanced up at you, completely hooded and glazed over, and you had to force yourself not to buck your hips at the look.

Your fingers found her fiery locks, twisting and curling into her tight waves to keep her close to you. Her speed only increased with your movements, using her lips and tongue to play with your bundle of nerves.

"Close. So close." The redhead chuckled, sending vibrations to your clit that had your free hand clutching desperately at the soft sheets beneath you.

Addison's nails dug into your thighs, leaving crescent shaped indents into your flesh for her to enjoy looking at later.

Your head fell back, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm ripped through your body. Addison loved hearing every little sound you made, knowing she was the only one who could make those sinful noises come from you.

Once your legs shook and spasmed around her, she knew you were at your most sensitive, and took it upon herself to truly test just how much you could truly take.

"Such a good little toy you're being for mommy, letting me devour this sweet little pussy to make me feel better." She licked her bottom lip that glistened from your wetness.

"But it's not enough, I don't think mommy has had her fill yet," she smirked.

A surprised gasp escaped your throat when her hands returned to the bar and forcefully flipped you over and onto your stomach. Your body wasn't flat for long, as a moment later, your ass lifted high into the air when she bent your knees for you.

Your cheek was warm against the sheet, completely contrasting the colder air your lifted ass felt. But, chills ran through your body when a finger made contact with your upper back, tracing your spine down your body that forced your back to arch at the subtle touch.

"My gorgeous girl," the older woman cooed.

Her hand reached your ass once more, admiring the slightly crimson tint that was left from her previous spanking endeavors.

"Addison!" you whined out when a sharp slap hit the sensitive cheek of your ass.

It wasn't long before each cheek grew a shade darker as she spanked you roughly, each sharp slap burying your face deeper into the mattress and your body to jolt forward.

She was relentless with her movements, eagerly shoving two fingers into your tight cunt and forcing a hearty moan to reverberate off the walls around you.

"Oh, god!"

"You like that, babygirl?"

"Yes, mommy!" Your pussy fluttered around her slender digits that were thrusting dominantly inside of you.

She pressed her thumb against your button, rubbing your sensitive bud that had you screaming out the fiery redhead's name over and over again.

"Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

"Don't worry, little one, mommy didn't plan on it. I need this just as much as you do," she said.

Addison brought her lips to your ass, biting the tender skin that sent a jolt of electricity throughout your body as her teeth pinched into your skin. Your pleas for her to do it again wouldn't dare be denied by your lover as she found a fresh spot on your cheek to leave another mark that was sure to bruise later.

The curve of her fingers and her relentless pounding had you spewing the most obscene phrases as you came around her fingers. Your body quivered, Addison holding you firmly by your hip to keep you from falling over.

"That's it, babygirl. You did so good for me." She cooed as her fingers slowed, your pussy tightening around her fingers making it harder for her to continue moving. "Took my fingers like the good girl I know you are."

You whined when you suddenly felt empty, while Addison sucked her fingers clean and admired the way your ass was covered in the most prettiest shade of crimson she had ever seen.

Your legs nearly buckled when the redhead released you from the spreader bar, the soreness from the longevity of your endeavors becoming prominent as you fell against the mattress.

"Aww, you poor thing." The metal bar clanked as Addison dropped it to the floor to focus solely on you. "Would my sweet girl like a bath?" she asked, pushing your hair away from your face to examine your flushed state.

"Mhm," you mumbled quietly with tired hooded eyes and a blissed out state of mind.

Addison smiled softly in response, her demeanor completely changing from stressed to loving at your tired state. Did she really fuck you that hard? She had never imagined you would take what she gave like a champ.

Of course she worried she would take it too far to cause your safe word to be used, but the adoration on your face as she took care of you in the bath afterwards gave her the comfort she was looking for.

And to her surprise, you would let her do it again, whenever she needed a bit of stress relief and you wanted a good fucking. It was truly a win-win for both of you.

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Hong's Anatomy: Part 2

Pediatrician surgeon!  Joshua x pediatric surgeon!  Female Reader 

Synopsis: Coming to Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital wasn’t on your bucket list, that’s for sure, but when you meet the head of your department, Joshua Hong, it's one of the only things that constantly brightens your day. 

Warnings: swearing, made up medical terms and procedures, i have no idea if any of this is medically accurate it’s just for story, flirting, smut (18+) (fingering, oral: f -receiving, penetrative sex, no protection, aftercare)

Words: 5.4k words

NOT EDITED, SO I MAY GO BACK AND EDIT LATER (teehee)

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You hadn’t been on a date in at least a year. What do you even wear to a non-official date with your co-worker? 

You were going to a fairly fancy restaurant, so casual was out of the question. It was down to two options. The red or black dress.

You had done your hair and makeup nicer than you normally do for work, it was fun getting dressed up like this after work. 

Just like you had planned, Jeonghan rang your doorbell right at eight. To which you opened it to see him in a dress shirt, holding a bouquet of flowers. 

“Good evening Doctor. L/N. These are for you,” he smirked, bowing and then handing the flowers to you. They were beautiful lilies with a few tulips scattered in the bouquet. 

“Come in, I just need a few more things,” you said, opening the door more for him to slip himself in. He immediately darted for the couch and layed down. 

“I had an awful shift today. Someone double booked me and I had to do back-to-back surgeries right at the end. Please tell me you had a better day.” 

“Somewhat. No double surgeries, but I did skip out on my lunch break, so I’m starving,” you said, making sure that your earrings were on correctly and grabbed your purse. “Now, I’ve waited on you long enough.” Jeonghan smiled, and got off of the couch offering his arm. 

“So tell me. Why did you ask me out?” Jeonghan asked, taking a sip of his wine. You took a minute. You didn’t want to say it was to try and “get over” his best friend, so you brought up the other truth. 

“My therapist challenged me to make one new friend by our next session next month,” you admitted. 

“You don’t have any friends here?” He questioned again.

“Well now I do. You, Joshua, Rose, Jake. You’ve all been very nice to me. I would consider you my friend.” 

“Am I just a friend?” 

The question caught you off guard, and made you choke on the wine you had just sipped. You quickly brought your napkin to your mouth to prevent spitting on him and coughed. 

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting that question.” Jeonghand had a smirk on his face, but was patient while you wiped your lips. “To be honest, I didn’t think this was a date until Jake told me. He was eavesdropping on our conversation and told me to “have fun on my date”.” 

“It’s only a date if you want it to be.” He was smooth, putting the ball in your court. 

“I think calling it a date would be fun, but I’m going to be honest. I can’t promise another date,” you warned. 

“I expect nonetheless,” he chuckled, holding up his wine to cheer you with. 

“Cheers?”

“Cheers. To making new friends.” You chuckled at his statement and took a sip of wine before your food came.

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“How was the date?” Joshua asked, walking up to you at the Ped’s desk. You had just finished your rounds and was about to start prepping for your first surgery. 

“Dinner was good, thank you for asking,” you said, Joshua chuckled but nodded. “Just trying to make some friends.” 

“I’m your friend. Am I not?” 

“This is the first time you’ve called me your friend, but I guess you are now,” you said, not looking up from your tablet which caused Joshua to dramatically exhale. 

“What surgery do you have first?” He asked, trying to change the subject. 

“A poor little girl who has 3rd degree burns is looking for a skin graft. Jeonghan and I are going to try and give her a skin graft and then try to get her to generate new skin.” Joshua’s face soured at the mention of his best friend. 

“Good luck. That sounds like a rough case.” You nodded. When doing rounds you saw the poor girl who was in pain by just speaking due to the blistered and bleeding skin. 

“I asked Jeonghan to start without me. Watching her during rounds was awful. I don’t know if I could watch her when she was being put to sleep,” you scoffed. 

“Jeonghan is pretty good at cases like that. He’s good at detaching himself when he needs to,” Joshua said, ‘I gotta get going to my first surgery, but good luck with yours!” 

You nodded and waved goodbye as he hustled down the hallway. What did Joshua mean when he said Jeonghan was good at detaching himself? 

I guess you’d have to find out by being his friend. Or potentially more. 

About an hour passed when you were paged to finally head into surgery. Jeonghan had sedated the girl and had already started the skin grafting. You were kinda just there in case anything went wrong and as an extra hand. 

Plastics is way out of your knowledge. 

“How’d it go?” You asked, as Lia gowned and gloved you. 

“It was hard on her, but she fell asleep fast. Let’s just hope we only have to do this once for her sake,” Jeonghan noted. He hadn’t looked up from her face yet, but you could tell he was pretty focused, so you didn’t say anything else. 

“Okay. I’ve got the burnt and dead skin off. Let’s get that skin graft on and can you start prepping the fluid for the regen process?” Lia nodded and started getting out syringes and brushes. 

“I can help with the grafting,” you offered. 

“Sure,” Jeonghan nodded. You carefully picked up the individual strips of graft and carefully put the piece on her cheek bone. Then Jeonghan quickly took a bowl or solution and a brush and brushed over the graft to ensure it would stay and in hopes that it would spark regeneration underneath. “Perfect. Just like that, good job Doctor. L/N.” 

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“He let me do a skin graft Joshua,” you exclaimed, clearly excited. 

“That’s exciting,” he said, clearly not as excited as you, but trying to be nice about it. 

“And he said that he could already see signs that the regeneration process will go well and that she can grow her own skin!” Joshua smiled and looked up from his tablet. 

“Congratulations on the successful surgery,” he said, before moving away. 

“Wait? Did I do something wrong?” You asked. Confused where his cold attitude was coming from. 

“I lost my patient. She had a stroke and died on the table. So while I am happy that you did something new and saved YOUR patient, I’m trying not to be sad or angry that I lost mine,” he said, not briefly looking at you before looking to the ground and walking away. 

Leaving you to feel like a jerk. 

“What just happened?” Jeonghan asked, taking a seat next to you. He had seen the entire interaction take place. 

“I was just telling Joshua about the skin graft, but he was going through a hard time and had to leave,” you said, not wanting to make Joshua out to be the bad guy or share your interaction entirely. 

“Ahh I see. Joshua tends to bottle up his feelings and then they come crashing down all at once. Maybe he was upset because he hasn’t been in a while,” Jeonghan explained, leaning against the desk. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” you stuttered, “Just a little shaken up.” 

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“Doctor Y/N!” Jonah exclaimed, as you rushed into your first patient's room. “He’s seizing!” 

“Roll him on his side and push 10 milligrams of diazepam,” you ordered, as Jonah nodded and rolled the boy to his side. You quickly listened to his heart beat before moving to the side so that Jake could push the medication. A few moments later the boy stop seizing and stilled. 

“Can you book a CT scan for him Jake?” He nodded and left the room while you looked at his chart. The CT scan you had was almost three days old. A lot can change in that time. 

When the boy Michael was in the machine, Joshua popped his head into the room. 

“Ah sorry, I’ll come back later.” 

“No, we’re almost done. Just be a minute or two,” you tried to argue.

“No, I was just wanting to copy some scans to study and teach Carter,” he said, pointing to his intern. Kennedy Carter. 

“Well why don’t you both come in and try and help me find out what’s causing the boy’s seizures?” You suggested, as Josua looked to Kennedy, who was nodding. “He’s been having seizures for the past two weeks. One more and I'm scared he won't come back.”

Kennedy looked at the scans as Joshua looked at her charts. 

“Epilepsy?” Kennedy suggested, but Joshua shook his head. 

“His scans eliminate that and his charts say that he’s been in a stable environment for over a week. Did you page Doctor. Xu?” Joshua asked, as you nodded your head. 

“He suggests that we do a removal of the section that stimulates the seizures. That because he’s so young that his brain will adapt and make up for the missing section,” you say, “like a modern day lobotomy.” 

“That sounds crazy,” Kennedy chuckled. 

“It sounds like the best option, because we can’t figure out what’s causing the seizures,” you say, “we’re done now Albert. We’re going to get you back to the room.” 

Albert nodded and closed his eyes as the nurses transported him to another bed and rolled him back to his room. You only stayed a few more moments to finish some charts, but moved out of the way for Joshua and Kennedy. 

“I’m looking forward to the party Friday. Will you be there?” Joshua asked, interrupting your charting. You had gotten the invitation from Vernon, but hadn’t given it much thought, but it was Tuesday, you probably should let him know. 

“I think so, “ you muttered, “I’ll be a little late, I don’t get off till 10.” 

“I’ll save you a drink then,” Joshua grinned, as you looked up from your charting, a light blush spreading across your cheeks. You quickly glanced at Kennedy, who was smirking, but luckily, she didn’t say anything. 

 “Doctor. Xu, are you sure this is the only way we can prevent seizures?” Albert’s mother asked. Mingaho sighed, but nodded. 

“Albert’s condition is quite rare, we can’t get to the bottom of why he’s seizing so often. So we figured that stopping them all together would be better than letting them go on while we think of what’s causing them.” You nodded. 

“I agree with Doctor. Xu. The long we wait, the harder it gets on Albert. He’s lucky to remain as intact as he is,” you admit, “the sooner we act, the better.” 

Alberts mother sighs and looks to her husband. Alberts Stepfather. 

“Alright, just help our boy,” he says as you and Minghao both nod. 

“Of course,” you smiled, “we’re going to go take him up now. If you want to say a few words, now would be the time.” Albert’s mother nodded and darted into his room while her father gathered her purse and coat before going in. 

“Have you ever done this before Minghao?” You asked, watching Albert’s mother and father wrap him in a hug. Minghao looked around and grabbed your elbow before guiding you down a little further, assumingly away from the family. 

“No, but this is our only option,” he whispered, “Doctor. Jeon is the only one who has done it, but only once and he refused to do it again.” You sighed and nodded. This wasn’t going to be easy or fun. 

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Scrubbing in was always the worst part of surgeries. It took, what felt like forever. All any surgeon wanted to do was dive right in and start operating, but sanitization was just as important as anything else. 

So when you were scrubbing in for your surgery you looked up at the gallery to see Joshua and Kennedy. 

Great. Something else to think about. 

“Are you going to the party on Friday?” A voice sounded from beside you, breaking you out of your thoughts. It was Minghao.

“I am. I just told Vernon,” you answered, “what about you?” 

“Yup, I wasn’t going to at first but Joshua convinced me. Told me that there was a new type of spiked tea that he was bringing,” he chuckled. That’s right, Mingaho Xu was a yoga, meditating, tea lover when he wasn’t operating on brains. 

“Then I’ll see you at the tea kettle,” you joked as he chuckled and nodded at you before heading into the OR. 

Maybe making friends wasn’t as hard as you thought. 

Once Mingaho had opened Albert’s brain up, he took a few moments to make sure everything was in order before starting to cut a good section out of the left side of the brain. 

Your job was to make sure that the brain stayed moist so you would spray it with saline and then you would start operating after the section was gone and seal up any brain bleeds. 

You only looked up at Joshua once. He was watching you closely and smiled down at you pretty quickly. Before you could smile back the monitor started beeping rapidly. 

“Brain bleed Doctor. L/N!” Minghao said, not looking up, but pointing to the bleed. It was a medium sized bleed and located right in the center of the cut. You were quickly handed a a suction and irrigation device and started washing away the bleed. 

“Doctor L/N,” Minghao warned, you only had a few minutes before the bleeding would completely kill the brain and leave the patient brain dead. 

“Almost,” you said, very concentrated. A few seconds later the bleed stopped and the machines stopped beeping as well. “All clear Doctor. Xu.” 

Minghao nodded and resumed. After removing the remaining section of the brian Minghao let you close and then checked in on Albert’s vitals that were going steady. 

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“Albert’s out of surgery, he did really well,” you said, to Albert’s mother and stepfather. They both cried out in joy and hugged each other. 

“Can we see him?” You nodded. 

“It’ll just be a few minutes, and we need to keep him in a coma for a few days, but you can sit with him until visiting hours are over.” They nodded and smiled before sitting down and waiting for a nurse to come let them in. 

This was your last scheduled surgery, so you were now just on call. You had been up for a good six hours, with a total of maybe three hours of sleep. 

You needed a nap. 

You had found a fairly quiet on-call room close to the Ped’s unit, and close to the food court if you wanted a snack mid nap. You had only slept there once, but now seemed like a perfect time. So quickly, but quietly made your way to the food court and ordered a sandwich and iced coffee. 

Just as you got to the on-call room, you could hear someone behind the door. 

Shit, someone was in there. 

You knocked on the door, praying that the person was leaving. You could hear the ruffling behind the door before it opened a few seconds later to reveal Joshua, donning a gnarly bedhead. 

“Hey,” he yawned. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up,” you apologize as he shakes his head and raises his hands. 

“No, I was getting ready to leave,” he reassured, “were you wanting to sleep here?” You nodded and raised your lunch. 

“I like to eat here then take a power nap. It’s the only fairly quiet place on this side of the hospital.”

“Tell me about it,” he chuckled, “well it’s all yours.” You nod and step in, watching him move around and collect his coat and throw out his can. “You did amazing in your surgery by the way. I didn’t stay for the whole thing, but I watched you fix that brain bleed.” 

You smiled, “thanks. I haven’t done a lot of neuro, so I really enjoyed it.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he smiled, “have a good lunch Y/N.” 

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You indeed were late to the party much later than you hoped for. You got home at ten, and didn’t get back out the door until almost eleven. Luckily, you texted Jeonghan and made sure that the party was going to last longer. It was, so when you pulled up to the party it was almost midnight. 

“Y/N!” Jeonghan exclaimed, opening his door to see you with a bottle of wine. “You made it.” 

“I’m so sorry I’m late. I didn’t get out of work until ten,” you sighed, handing him the wine. He smiled and led you to the living room where everyone was. 

“I’ll get you a glass, just wait a minute,” he smiled. You nodded and took a stand by the fire place. 

“Y/N!” Joshua said, from across the room. You smiled and waved at him as he approached you. “You look great! I don’t often see you out of scrubs.” 

“Hey, we got drinks together twice,” you joked. Joshua chuckled and raised his hands. 

“Sorry. Haven’t seen you out of scrubs in a while,” he corrected as you chuckled but rolled your eyes. 

“You look good too, and I’m sorry I haven’t asked you out after work in a while,” you started but was interrupted by Jeonghan. 

“This is really good wine!” He said, handing you a glass and taking a sip of his. “Oh, hey Shua. Did you want a glass?” 

“No no, I have a glass of whiskey somewhere here,” he answered, “I just promised Y/N that I’d save her a drink and was going to offer her one. But it looks like you beat me to it.” 

Jeonghan smirked, “not my fault you didn’t open the door.” Joshua just smiled and then sent a little glare his way. You could feel the tense atmosphere and looked between the two men glaring at each other before Chan interrupted. 

“Joshua, is this your whiskey? Can I have it?” He said lifting the glass and pointing to it. 

“No Chan..” he sighed, “I’ll be right back,” he smiled at you and sent another little glare at Jeonghan before rushing to save his drink. 

“What was that about?” You asked Jeonghan, who just shrugged. 

“Me and Shua have always gravitated toward similar people. Both friendship wise and romantically, it’s caused a few arguments in the past, but we’ve always come out okay on the other side.”

“You’re interested in me?” You exclaimed. Jeonghan chuckled and nodded his head. 

“Was that not obvious? I mean I did ask if our last date was a date. I mean I can’t speak for Shua, but I can tell he definitely doesn’t just like you as a friend.” 

Hearing the blatant confession made you blush on both cheeks and caused you to look away, not being able to look Jeonghan in the eyes. Two very attractive, hard working, kind men. Interested in you? This doesn’t sound real. 

“Sorry, I managed to get my drink back,” Joshua chuckled before playfully glaring at Chan. “What did I miss?” Jeonghan just smirked and took a sip of his wine before making his way to the patio where Seokmin and Wonwoo were. 

Joshua stayed practically glued to your side the entire night. You would wander to each of the rooms talking with almost every person, but Joshua would wander with you, fetching you new drinks, food, and contributing to conversations. The moment he went to the bathroom Mingyu chuckled. 

“He’s pretty keen on you,” he smiled. 

“So I’ve been told,” you blush, “I don’t mind.”

“I mean, he’s practically waiting on you hand and foot.” 

Right before you could say anything else, Joshua returned from the bathroom looking down at his phone. 

“I just ordered an uber, do you want to ride with me?” He asked, as you looked at the time. It was just hitting three. 

“I better, thanks,” you smiled, as Joshua looked up from his phone and smiled. Everyone was slowly starting to leave, Seungkwan, Chan, Mingyu, and Jun were the only ones left and they were all in the living room watching a rerun of a football game.  You both made your way and took a seat on the couch together before the uber pulled up. It was quite a tight fit for the both of you, your knees were touching and because of the amount of drinks you had, you started leaning your head on his shoulder. 

“Y/N, the uber’s here,” Joshua said, nudging your shoulder and helping you stand up. “Thanks for the party Jeonghan, I had fun.” 

Jeonghan smiled, and gave him a hug, before giving you a hug as well. 

“Let me know when you both get home,” he smiled. You nodded and waved to everyone while Joshua was waiting for you at the door.

“Thank you for the uber I had a good time tonight,” you blushed, at Joshua. He had insisted on walking you to the door. 

“I had fun as well. Let’s do it again sometime,” he smirked, as you playfully rolled your eyes. You were quite close, you leaning against the door and him standing almost a step away. 

He smelled like vanilla and you could hear his steady breathing. You could still feel a light buzz due to the few drinks you had, but he was getting closer. 

“Joshua,” you looked up at him to see his face awfully close to yours. 

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, leaning in closer. 

“That’s the thing. I don’t want you to stop,” you whispered back, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips together. He reached up and cupped your cheek with his right hand. “Joshua,” you moaned as you both moved further into your home and he pressed you against the door. “What about the uber?” 

“Should I tell him to go on?” He panted, out of breath from all the kissing. You nodded and Joshua smiled, before kissing you again. “I’ll go tell him that I’ll be staying.” You nodded and watched him quickly run out to the uber. 

You smiled, and fixed your hair in the mirror before Joshua knocked on the door again. You opened it to see no uber and a handsome doctor waiting for you. You wrapped your arms around his neck again and practically pulled him inside. 

“Did. I. Tell you. How. Gorgeous. You look. Tonight?” Joshua confessed in between kisses. 

You giggled, but didn’t stop kissing him, running your fingers through his hair and pulled him towards your couch. The back of his knees hit it and he fell backwards onto it. This was it, you hadn’t slept with anyone in well over a year, let alone kissed anyone. You were extremely nervous, and Joshua could tell by the look of your face. 

“It’s okay, we can go slow if you’d like,” he smiled, pushing his hair out of his face and starting to undo the buttons on his dress shirt prompting you to start undoing your shirt as well. 

You hadn’t worn anything fancy, but luckily it was all matching. When your shirt had hit the ground Joshua was looking up at you, smirking again. You leaned down and connected your lips again sitting on his lap. Joshua’s hand went up to cup your cheek again while the other ran down your side and squeezed your hip, before dipping it into your skirt. He slipped a finger under your panites and snapped the fabric against your hip before moving lower towards your core. 

Before he could go any further, you moved to take your skirt off and throw it right by your shirt. Joshua’s shirt hadn’t been completely discarded, but simply unbuttoned, you quickly pushed it off his shoulders as he slid both his hands to his pants and also discarded them. 

You went back to kissing for a few moments before one of your bra straps started falling off your shoulders. Joshua chuckled and pushed them both off before undoing the clasp in the back and letting it fall off, leaving you almost completely bare. You shuttered as Joshua started pressing kisses down your neck. While he was kissing down your neck to your collarbones and then chest you slid your hands that were in his hair and around his neck to run up and down his chest. He wasn’t ripped to shreds, but he was definitely toned. You ran your hands across his abs before he started kissing your chest more passionately this time. You moaned and pulled his hair a little harder than before, letting Joshua laugh. 

“God, you’re so hot,” he moaned again before he started kissing farther down towards your stomach. Sooner or later he was right in between your thighs.

“Joshua,” you moaned as he kissed along your legs.

“It’s okay babe, just relax and have fun,” he smirked, sliding your panties down your legs and throwing them by the t.v. “Do you have work tomorrow?” He asked, as you shook your head no. “Good,” he said before diving in and attaching his lips to your core. His tongue went straight to licking your clint, causing you to throw your head back and arch your chest. 

Joshua continued to lick and suck at your core while one of his hands went up to massage your breast and the other to hold your hips down. 

“Stop moving so much babe,” he muttered. You whined and pushed his head down. He continued to lick and suck on your clit as you moaned more and started moving your hips into his face more, getting closer to finishing. “Stop moving!” 

“Then make me cum,” you moan, looking down at Joshua. He was smirking. 

“I’m trying, but I can’t if you keep moving,” he said using both his hands to hold you down and went right back between your thighs, this time using his nose to rub your clit while his tongue licks around your hole. “Tongue or fingers babe?” 

“God, your tongue. It was doing so well,” you sighed, taking one of his hands and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. He nodded and started licking and sucking on your clit again, this time faster making you come in a matter of minutes. Just as you finished your climax, Joshua slid two fingers into your hole and started moving as well. “What are you doing?” You cried, still sensitive and watched him slide up and kiss you. 

“You don’t have work tomorrow, we’re gonna go all night baby,” he flirted, still fingering you. 

“It’s already nearly five in the morning,” you whined as Joshua added a third finger. 

“I’ve never had morning sex before,” he grinned, “and to think, we’re not even in bed.” 

“Morning couch sex. Who woulda thought?” You joked before moaning at a particular spot that Joshua hit with his fingers. 

“I’m not opposed,” he said as you came again. This time Joshua gave you some time to breathe. “That was quite lovely,” he said, sitting up and throwing your legs over his lap. 

“Do you want to keep going?” You asked, as he started massaging your ankles. 

“Again, I’m not opposed to doing more,” he said. 

“Do you want to go to my bedroom?” You asked, as he stopped massaging your ankles and nodded. You smiled and held out your hands and stood up, he took them and you practically pulled him straight off the couch. 

“Your place is really nice for only being here for a month,” he complimented. 

“Thanks, I had to buy new furniture and decorations for a place that I really only sleep in,” you joked, “I guess I’m doing more than sleeping now.” Joshua smirked but didn’t say anything as you opened your bedroom door and flicked on the lightswitch which controlled the bedside lamp. 

Joshua held your hand and guided you to the bed and gently laid you down before laying beside you. He was still holding your hand and started playing with your fingers.

“Do you have any condoms?” He asked, you shook your head. 

“No, but I’m on birth control and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time,” you say as he stops playing with your fingers to look up at you. 

“I’m clean as well, but it seems like Joe already told you,” he joked, referring to your first day after work, when Joe admitted that Joshua hadn’t been on a date in the six years he had lived in Seattle. “Are you sure you don’t want a condom?” 

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him on top of you. “I’m sure. I just wanna feel you.”

Joshua smiled and grabbed his cock, before lining it up with your entrance. 

“You’re so wet,” he moaned. 

“You did make me cum twice before this,” you joke. 

“Har har,” Joshua jokes back, “works out in our favor though,” he says before pushing himself into you. He didn’t push himself fast, but it was enough to catch you off guard. His one hand reached out and grabbed yours, pinning it above your head, while the other cupped your cheek more and started kissing you to swallow your moans. 

“Oh,” you moaned. 

“That it baby,” Joshua sighed into your mouth as he pressed himself all the way into you.  When he got all the way in, he stopped to let you adjust to him, he could feel you clenching around him and it drove him crazy. About 20 seconds later you finally felt good enough for him to start, so you squeezed his hand for him to start. 

Joshua smiled and started thrusting into you at a steady pace. Everytime he would slam his cock back into you it sent you seeing stars.

“Josh, it feels so good,” you moaned, arching your back, letting your chest and perked nipples brush against his. Joshua smiled and moved his other hand that was holding your leg around his waist to squeeze your nipple. You moaned again, clenching around him harder this time feeling a building pressure in your stomach. “Don’t stop.” 

“I won’t,” he moaned, pressing more kisses against your neck and face before thrusting into you a few more times and then cumming. He let out a groan, but continued to keep thrusting into you, bringing the hand that was holding your hand to rub circles on your clit until you started to feel the pressure in your stomach burst. 

You came hard. 

Joshua smiled and brushed some sweaty hair away from your face as you caught your breath and started kissing you again. You could feel the cum dripping down your thighs, you needed a break. 

“I can’t go again. I need a few minutes,” you whispered, pulling away from the kiss to try and catch your breath again. Joshua nodded and pressed one last kiss to your lips before slowly pulling out of you and reaching over to the bedside table for tissues. 

He carefully opened your legs and started cleaning you up while you took a sip of water. You winced when the cloth hit your core, but Joshua didn’t really flinch and continued to wipe around your legs. 

When Joshua was done, he got off the bed and picked you up, carrying you to the bathroom. Damn, he was good at sex and made sure to provide aftercare, you really know how to pick’em. 

After you peed Joshua carried you back to bed. You lifted the covers and slipped under as Joshua went back to the living room to get some clothes. He came back in his boxers and your underwear. 

“Can you go to my closet and get a sleep shirt? You can grab a shirt too if one looks like it fits,” you asked. Joshua nodded and walked into your closet. A few minutes later he came out in your old oversized band shirt and a new pair of panties and oversized shirt, for you. 

He handed them to you and crawled into bed next to you. 

“I can stay right?” He asked, as you nodded. 

“We’re still drunk. So yeah, you can stay,” you said, snuggling up next to him and nuzzling your face into his shoulder. You both laid there in silence for a while before Joshua looked down to see you fast asleep on his chest. 

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A/N: Omg this is my first ever smut. I looked over it a few time to make sure it all made sense and was fluid, but if there are any weird things about it lmk. Anyways! So happy and excited that they did have sex because it opens up boyfriend Joshua core and I'm excited to dive into that. Don't worry, we're still going to get some love triangle with Jeonghan, but this defiantly adds something to the mix.

Anyways! I hope you enjoyed! And feel free to talk to me in the comments <3

[gojonanami]

thinking about college fuckboi! gojo who is paired up reader on a class project. so he flirts with her, but she doesn’t notice and continues working. throughout the entire project he flirts with her and it does nothing to her until he finally is like, “don’t you know I’m flirting with you?” and she just stares at him and laughs, shaking her head before walking away.

and he decides he just has to have her.

[loveymontgomery]

what if all i need is you?

addison montgomery x reader

contains smut - about 1k words in

word count: 6740

a/n: veers away from the actual series - takes place right before (and into) the prom episode!! i wrote this in NOVEMBER LOL been hiding in the google docs 4ever. may be off continuity-wise (or some things may just be weird) but i was too busy thinking abt addie -- can u blame me?!?!?!?1//1?!

lyrics from taylor swift's "slut!"

Flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard

Clink clink, being this young is art

You and Dr. Montgomery had just left work together. The two of you were on-call the night before, and got off in the afternoon. She had been wearing her flamingo pink scrubs that night, looking beautiful as ever. Her hair was less curled than usual, fairly straight, with a slight inward curl at the end–how you liked it the most.

You’d gotten an Uber right after work, and took it downtown, where the two of you walked up and down streets (popping into stores occasionally), until dinner. You stopped in a small local place, which turned out to be much better than expected.

“We’ve got to come back here,” Dr. Montgomery said. 

“Absolutely, Dr. Montgomery,” you replied, a smile on your face.

“It’s Addison, to you. Surely, we’re on a first-name basis at this point.”

“Cheers, Addison,” you clink your glasses. “To this amazing dinner.”

Aquamarine, moonlit swimming pool

What if all I need is you?

After dinner, with the impending sunset, Addison called an Uber for the both of you. She took you back to the hotel she’d been staying at following her divorce from Derek Shepherd. She led you up to her room, telling you all about the different things the hotel had–a gym, obviously, billiards, a family and an adults only pool (with a hot tub), as well as a jacuzzi in her bathroom. Seeing your excitement at the jacuzzi, she suggested that the pair of you take a dive–she’d let you borrow one of her two swimsuits. 

After looking through her luggage, she handed you a black bikini. “You can change first,” she said. You stepped into the bathroom, only a few paces from where you were standing. Peeling off your pants, you noticed the size of the jacuzzi. It wasn’t large. Regardless of where you sat, you’d be in contact with Addison. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, and heat to your cheeks. You tried to shake it off, pulling off the rest of your clothes and putting on Addison’s bikini. As you glared in the mirror, you noticed how it fit you. It wasn’t skimpy, (Addison surely wouldn’t have offered it to you if it was) but you looked good. The lighting in the bathroom placed emphasis on your barely-there abs, and made you look much more toned than you truly were. 

Checking yourself out, you decided to pull your hair down from the messy bun it had been in during the day. You weren’t sure why, but you made sure that your hair looked perfect before you exited the bathroom. 

Addison stared at you in silence for a moment, checking you out. She seemed to snap out of it quickly, saying, “Sorry. Not used to seeing my bikini on someone else.” You noticed a red tint on her cheeks as she passed you to go into the bathroom, though. You sat on the bed, trying to keep your mind away from imagining Addison in a bikini, even though you’d see her in one in a few moments. You didn’t want to think about it–seeing her collarbone, her shoulders, her waist. God, you couldn’t even think about her legs without your face heating up. Which shouldn’t happen. You couldn’t be thinking about your friend–your coworker–like that.

She opened the door moments later, wearing a pink bikini. You took a mental note of that, Addison’s favorite color is pink, surprisingly. It was like you felt time stop when you saw her. She looked gorgeous, better than you could’ve ever imagined that anyone could. Her voice brought you back to reality.

“I turned on the jacuzzi. So…”

“Right,” you said, and followed her into the bathroom. She got into the bathroom with all the grace you could imagine. You tried to not get distracted, following her into the jacuzzi. You sat across from her, your knees touching. “Must be nice to come home to this,” you joked.

“Oh, yeah,” she smiled. “This thing has to be one of the best ways to unwind.”

“What are the other ways?” you asked, a slight bit of flirtation coming out. You didn’t even realize, not until you had already said it. 

“Can’t tell you all my secrets, can I?” Addison flirted back, brushing her knee along your leg. Hearing the ding of her cellphone, Addison reached to the counter behind you, where she’d placed her phone before you’d come into the bathroom. You held your breath at the close proximity. Her stomach was practically in your face, and it took nearly everything in you to not look up. She sighed when she looked at it, but quickly came back down to the jacuzzi, sitting next to you, instead of across from you. 

“Hi,” you said, taking a deep breath.

“Hi,” Addison replied, a sly smirk on her face.

“Who was that?”

“Oh, just Derek. Nothing important,” she said, ever-so-slightly moving closer to you. You felt her thigh against yours, and nearly went into cardiac arrest. It was a miracle that you weren’t hooked up to a heart monitor, because she surely would’ve caught on to the fact that you were practically dying from just being near her. Addison pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Did I ever tell you how much I appreciate you?” 

“Uh… you might’ve mentioned it once or twice,” you said, quietly, as Addison started to get closer to you. 

“You make my life so much easier by just being in it,” she confessed, looking into your eyes. You swallowed thickly, your breath picking up. “Are you nervous?” Addison asked, picking up on the tenseness radiating from you. When you didn’t answer, she said, “Don’t be nervous. It’s just me.” Leaning forward, Addison placed a soft kiss on your lips. Your hands found their way into her hair, and Addison planted herself on top of your legs. Like something snapped, the kiss heated up, and you felt Addison’s hands running along your sides and then felt a hand along your thigh, and one in your hair. After a few moments, Addison pulled back, resting her forehead on yours. “Good?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Good,” you said. One of Addison’s hands found your neck, pressing on your pulse point.

“Relax, Y/N. I’m gonna have to take you back to the hospital.”

“If it means spending more time with you…” you trailed off, lightly joking. You glared into her eyes. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you,” she said, before returning to kiss you. Addison’s hips started to grind against nothing, which didn’t go unnoticed from you. Even though she wasn’t doing much to you–just the feeling of her thighs moving along yours was enough to drive you crazy. It didn’t get easier when she started to slip her tongue into your mouth. You moaned into her mouth, which really didn’t go unnoticed by Addison, as she ran her hand back up to your chest, feeling you up through the bikini she lent you. She pulled back slightly, “having fun?” she asked, while continuing to feel you up.

It took everything in you to not make a sound, which was very evident to Addison. “Mhm…” you hummed in response. 

“Oh, come on… Use your words,” Addison commanded lightly.

“Yes. Addison, I need-,” you started, cutting yourself off because of the pleasure that Addison was bringing you.

“What do you need, sweetheart?”

“You. Just… you. All I need is you,” you admitted, breathlessly. Addison’s confident exterior faded, seemingly affected by your statement. She practically lunged toward you, placing her lips on yours roughly. Her hands traveled up and down your back and sides quickly. She lightly pulled on the back of the bikini you were wearing before pulling apart to ask, 

“May I?”

You nodded, knowing your words would fail you. You pulled Addison back towards you, and it was now your turn to kiss her roughly. She made a noise of surprise before pulling the strings to your bikini, causing it to fall off completely. Taking her lips off of yours, she began to kiss down your jaw and onto your neck, where she sucked for a moment. Doing it with a doctor really was as good as you’d think. Addison knew all the spots. Moving down, past your neck, she placed light kisses along your collarbone and down onto one of your breasts. 

You couldn’t help the moan that came out of you. “Oh, Addie…” Addison pulled back, scanning your body.

“You’re so beautiful. Perfect,” she decided, bringing one of her hands to your breast. Lightly, she ran her thumb back-and-forth across your nipple, watching your reaction. She took note of your heavy breaths. “Feels good?” You nodded. “Just sensitive?” she questioned.

“Yeah, for you.”

“You’re gonna inflate my ego by saying things like that,” Addie warned.

“Things like what? The truth?”

“Shut up,” Addison said, going to kiss you again. She began to toy with your nipple, loving the way you squirmed under her. You couldn’t help the quiet moans that came out of your mouth. Her other hand found its way to your upper thigh, before she pulled apart again, “Can I-”

“Addison, you can do whatever you want to me,” you cut her off, pulling Addison’s face back to yours. Within seconds, you felt Addison’s hand sliding under your bikini bottom. You lifted your hips instinctively, giving her a better angle. When Addison felt how wet you were, the both of you moaned. When one of her fingers came up to your clit, you whined. 

“So, you’re really sensitive, huh?” she asked. 

“I already told you-”

“Don’t be ashamed, it’s hot,” Addison told you, slowly sliding one of her fingers inside you.

“Addie…”

“I love when you say my name,” she encouraged. She slowly started to move her finger in and out of you, watching your reactions like a hawk. She could see how riled up you were, how you were desperate. Desperate in need of her. “Babe, take a breath. Slow down.”

When you did take a breath, she kissed you lightly. “That’s my girl.” Addison fully intended to take care of you. This was not going to be quick, she was going to revel in the pleasure she gave you, and as much as she loved seeing your desperation for her, she didn’t want you to tire yourself out too quickly. Again, she placed light kisses on your neck, smiling when she heard you moan. Too focused on her finger inside you, you didn’t even realize when she started sucking on your neck. When she pulled back, she said, “oops.”

“Huh?”

“You’ll see later,” she said, smirking. Before you could respond, she pushed another finger inside you. 

“Oh, god, Addison,” you moaned, your head falling back. “This is… You’re making me feel so good.”

“Good. Relax for me,” she instructed. She brought herself back up to your face, beginning to make out with you again, while continuing to move her fingers in-and-out of you at a painfully slow pace, every-so-often brushing against your g-spot. Addison loved this; making you feel so good. It was like second nature. It was one of the best ways to unwind.

Eventually, Addison started to speed up her fingers, and your moans started to get louder and louder. She pulled back, wanting to watch how you squirmed because of her. “Addison,” you breathed. “Addi- Addison… oh my God.”

“Addie, please,” you begged. “Please, Addison, please.”

“You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart,” she encouraged. “Come on…” she muttered. She sped up a little bit more, biting her lip as she focused on making you feel good. It was a combination of seeing Addison biting her lip and her saying, “Come on, be a good girl for me,” that really sent you over the edge. You felt your whole body shake as you tried to slightly hold in your moans (the whole world didn’t need to hear you–only Addison). Your thighs practically crushed Addison’s hand as she helped you ride out your orgasm. Slowly, she pulled her fingers out of you, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

She moved back to sitting next to you, and wrapped one of her arms around you, pulling you close. You rested your head on her shoulder, trying to catch your breath. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, before Addison got out of the jacuzzi, and began to help you out. She cleaned you up and dried you with a towel, before leading you back to the bed. You sat on the edge of the bed, watching Addison wordlessly as she went to get you pajamas. She placed her Yale hoodie and a pair of sweatpants next to you. 

She went into the bathroom with her own pajamas, and you took that as your cue to put her clothes on. When she came back out of the bathroom, you smiled at each other. You’d never seen Addison in anything less than workplace-casual, and she looked adorable, to say the least. Her glasses only added to it–you loved her glasses. And Addison got a kick out of seeing you in her clothes. 

“How are you feeling?” she asked, standing in front of you, using one of her hands to guide your jaw, having you look up at her.

“How do you think?”

“Well, I’d hope amazing,” she said, walking to the other side of the bed, and getting under the covers. You followed her lead. You fell asleep quickly, almost as soon as the lights were off. And your dreams were filled with Addison, watching her from the observatory in the operating rooms, and watching as she looked over babies and talked to patients. When you woke, it was because Addison had ordered room service for the both of you, and she was talking to the delivery man. At first, you were confused, not even remembering having fallen asleep. But when you turned and saw Addison standing at the door with her back to you, it all made sense. She still had a little bit of bedhead, but it was adorable. 

“Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?” she asked when she’d turned back around and saw you staring at her with a smile.

“Maybe. I don’t mind.”

“I got breakfast,” she said nervously. She climbed back onto her bed, sitting crisscrossed next to you. Of course, you always knew Addison was kind. She was always a good friend, you’d thought, but you never imagined that she was listening to every word you were saying, which became clear when she’d gotten your favorite breakfast; something you mentioned months ago. You ate together, talking about meaningless things over breakfast. She told you about what Derek had texted her last night–asking her about one of their mutual friends back in New York. She told you about the brownstone and the house in the Hamptons. She told you about their odd neighbors.  

She asked what you would tell your friends when you went home, what story you would make up. The both of you knew that there was no way you could tell your coworkers about this. Even if she just told Derek, he’d have to tell Meredith, and then word would spread throughout the entire hospital before you even went back to work. You told her, “Oh, you know. I spent the night with a gorgeous man. Tall, red hair, slender hands,” you began. “And he got me breakfast, that’ll give ‘the guy’ brownie points.”

“Wow. I get brownie points?” Addison asked, laughing to herself.

“Whoa, whoa. The mystery man I’m telling my friends about gets brownie points.”

“Of course.” Addison smiled. You left Addie’s hotel room shortly after that, making sure you avoided Mark Sloan and Chief Webber as you left. She offered to let you borrow her Yale hoodie, so you didn’t have to wear your same outfit from yesterday, but you declined. It was too risky, someone at the house would’ve noticed. You left on good terms, though, or so you thought. 

Got love-struck, went straight to my head

Got lovesick all over my bed

The days following your night with Addison went by quickly, but torturously. You didn’t talk to Addison for four days, and you were honestly starting to think that Addison was avoiding you purposefully. You’d only caught sight of her a handful of times, but from afar. She was talking to Mark or arguing with Karev. You could even see Mark trying to flirt with her a few times, which would’ve sent you off-the-rails, if you weren’t trying to keep your feelings for Addison under wraps.

You weren’t doing a good job at hiding your feelings generally, though, because as soon as you got home you’d either lay facedown on the couch or immediately make a break for your bed, slamming the door behind you. Your friends knew something was up, but tried to wait it out, at first. 

On Thursday, you heard your friends whispering outside your door, until George lightly knocked on your door before barging in anyway. “Hey…” he said cautiously, as if you were a cat about to lash out at him. He sat on the edge of your bed lightly. “You okay?” You took a deep breath, which to George, was a warning. “Right, bad question… is this about the guy from the other day?” You groaned before sitting up. 

“It’s just like, how do we sleep together and then you completely don’t speak to me for days? Not one text, George, not one! Actually, we didn’t even really sleep together, he just fingered me and that was it! I would’ve gone further, he stopped it! Isn’t that weird? I mean, I would expect a text, at least. Like, tell me what went wrong or why you don’t want me anymore!”

“Well, maybe-”

“It would be better if I had just met him at a bar or something and it was a one-night-stand, never see you again, sort of thing. But I knew this guy! For a while! I’m gonna see him around at some point, he can’t just avoid me forever!” you continued to rant, cutting George off.

“You know, guys are-”

“It’s really just so dumb. Like you wanted me and initiated the whole thing and now you won’t even speak to me? It’s like, talk to me! You know?” You stared at George for a minute, expecting him to say something. “Say something!”

“I was expecting you to cut me off, again,” he said. “This is gonna sound horrible, but I think you’re just getting in your head about it all. I do the same thing. We should know better than anyone, though, that people have lives. We go weeks without texting people back.” You stared at him for a moment. He was right, even though you hated that fact. You just wanted Addison to want you, but the fact that she was avoiding you made you feel like it was just a one-night thing for her. It wasn’t, for you. For you, you realized that your friendship with Addison had always been a disguise. You always had feelings for Addison, how could you not have? And how could you not have realized that sooner?

You kept talking to George for a while. After some time, you were sure Meredith and Izzie weren’t listening anymore. It was hard talking to George, though, because everything had to be vague. You couldn’t reveal a thing about this man, unless it was a lie. It did help, though. You started to feel more like yourself. Addison was an adult, she’d talk to you at some point, and things would be sorted out. Surely.

Love to think you’ll never forget

Handprints in wet cement

The following day, you’d finally had a reason to talk to Addison. Dr. Bailey had asked you to deliver a file to her, and even though you would’ve rather had anyone else do it, Meredith was the only person nearby. It took a while of looking, but you’d finally managed to find Addison by the nurses’ station. Unfortunately, though, she was talking to Mark. You watched, trying to hide your utter rage, as Mark was clearly flirting with her, and she wasn’t pushing him aside. You walked up to the pair of them, clearing your throat. 

“Doctor Montgomery.” She hummed when she turned, not immediately realizing it was you. “This is from Doctor Bailey,” you said, your eyes darting between her and Mark. It was hard to read Addison, but looking in her eyes, you could’ve sworn you saw her trying to hide her guilt. 

But Mark… When you turned to leave, Mark said, “Leaving already? We were just starting to have fun!”

“Stop flirting with me, Mark,” you said, walking away quickly. You found an empty closet, and sat on the floor.

Adorned with smoke on my clothes

Lovelorn and nobody knows

Love thorns all over this rose

I’ll pay the price, you won’t

You were starting to feel crazy, really. How could months of friendship with Addison completely fall out of touch? You hadn’t initiated things with Addison, how were you to know that your romance would end any relationship you had had with Addison? After a few more days, the whole hospital knew you were upset. It wasn’t hard to find out—people just had to look at you. When you saw Doctor Burke in passing, even he said something about it. But nobody knew why. Well, that was a lie. People thought they knew why. They thought that it was because you were having guy problems. You were not having guy problems. 

It was your turn to avoid Addison, now. There wasn’t a chance that she hadn’t heard about what was going on with you, but you hoped she knew better than to think that it was about a guy. She was smart enough to know it was about her. 

To help, your friends tried to find someone else for you. They brought you to Joe’s, (keeping you away from the dartboard, and away from the drinks, they only let you have enough to let loose) and tried to set you up with every man they found. They were cute, you supposed. Their plan really wasn’t working out. They tried for a while, though, you had to give them that. Even Cristina seemed dedicated, though you saw her complain to Meredith often. You had a good enough time, until you were leaving. Alex had showed up at some point, and he took part in trying to get you laid. But once you had decided to leave, he said, “Oh, get over it, already! Let me show you a good time.”

You honestly could not believe him. You knew he was an asshole, obviously. But he’d seen you in pain for weeks, and still said something like that. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” you shouted, turning and walking out the door before you could even see his reaction. That was new, from you. Even with Alex always being a douchebag, you’d never yelled at him. You called an Uber, and went home, blasting sad music in your headphones once you’d reached your bed. You don’t know when your friends got home, you didn’t see them until the morning. In the morning, you didn’t eat breakfast, and you barely said anything to your friends. They didn’t say much to each other, either. It was like your presence immediately ruined the mood. You yelled at Alex. Sure, you never yell, but it was Alex, you should be allowed to yell at Alex without Izzie acting like you’d kill her for speaking.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. How could going out with Addison after work one day lead to all this? This was Addison’s doing, and yet you were living your life in misery while her life stayed the same. You’d seen Addison in passing a few times, but only for work. You really didn’t even say hello. It was a week after you yelled at Alex that she paged you. 

Seeing Addison at first was fine. You were in your “work mode” and she was just Doctor Montgomery, not Addison. But when she told you to follow her, and she started to lead you to an on-call room, you started to get nervous. This wasn’t work. This was Addison. She locked the door behind you.

“Hey,” she said, clearly nervous, even for herself.

“Hey,” you said back. 

“I heard about what happened with Alex,” she grimaced. “I’m sure he deserved it.”

“When does he not?” you said, numbly. It pained Addison to see you like this. There wasn’t the slightest bit of you that was happy. She could see it in your eyes. “Is that all you heard?”

“No.”

“That’s great,” you said, as sarcastic as you could, even with how numb you felt. “Didn’t know you partake in the gossip.”

“I don’t, but people don’t shut up.”

“Right.” Addison took a step closer to you, your back against the door.

“Will you look at me, please?” you stayed looking anywhere but at Addison. You couldn’t do it. It would kill you. “You haven’t looked at me in weeks. Please, look at me.” Even with how upset you were, there was something in Addison’s voice, the genuine pleading, that you couldn’t deny. When your eyes met hers, you saw how glazed her eyes were. She wasn’t crying, but she nearly was. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” 

“Yes. I’m sorry. Of course, I’m sorry. Do you think I wanted to hurt you, really? Is that the impression I gave you?”

“Doctor Montgomery, you didn’t talk to me for weeks.”

“Doctor Montgomery? You’re calling me Doctor Montgomery?”

“Yes. I am.” You noticed Addison’s breath picking up. She took a step back, and ran a hand through her hair. You couldn’t remember a time where you’d seen her like this.

“I’m… I didn’t mean to do that,” she said. “God, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she continued, sitting on the bed. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she whispered, as if she was saying it to herself. You could see how hard it was to keep herself together. Once you realized that, you had a hard time keeping yourself together. 

“Addison…” she looked at you. “I don’t…” you began. “There’s a lot that I could say. So much that I could say. But… I just don’t want to do this anymore.” You started to slide down the door, and didn’t stop yourself. “I’m so tired, Addie. I can’t sleep, I can’t breathe. I can’t talk to people, or have people talk to me, and I’m tired of it.” You started to cry, and heard rustling before you felt Addison sitting next to you. You leaned into her. “Can we please stop this? Can we just start over? As friends, or… whatever you want. I just need this to be over.”

“Let me take you to the prom,” Addison said. 

“What?” you said. Surely, she did not say “the prom.”

“Didn’t you hear? Richard’s having a prom. Tomorrow.”

“Oh. No, I didn’t hear. Haven’t really been listening to people, recently.”

“Right…” 

“I’ll go with you,” you said. 

“Really?” Addison asked, a little over-excited, her voice higher than usual.

“Yeah,” you said, a small smile on your face. 

“I’ll pick you up at eight?” she suggested. 

“Sounds good, Addie.” She pressed a kiss to your forehead before standing, saying she had to go. You scooted over, letting her leave. You sat in the on-call room for a while, smiling to yourself. You figured that for the time being, you’d just tell everyone that the guy finally called, and you worked things out.

But if I’m all dressed up

They might as well be looking at us

And if they call me a “slut”

You know, it might be worth it for once

You had been ready half an hour early, pacing your room, making sure you looked okay. You decided on a baby pink gown (yes, Addison’s favorite color, on purpose) that tied up the back and had a slit. You hadn’t seen Izzie or Meredith yet, since they were busy getting themselves ready, but you had seen George, and he seemed stunned. He said that you looked great, and he would be surprised if you didn’t have men all-over you the entire night.

At 7:55, you were still pacing your room, but with your heels on, now. You heard the doorbell ring at exactly eight. And heard Izzie and George run to the door, you cursed yourself for not being down there already. 

“Doctor Montgomery!” You heard your friends say at the same time. 

“Nice see you, Doctor Stevens, O’Malley. I’m here for Y/N.”

You came down the stairs just in time to see their faces. They didn’t say anything though, just ran further into the house, probably to try to connect the dots. You left with Addison without a word. 

“I got you a corsage,” Addison said, while you were on the porch.

“You did? I didn’t even think about that, I’m sorry.”

“I invited you, thought it would be nice,” she said, sliding the corsage on your wrist. It was red, matching her dress. She looked beautiful. You could’ve stared at her for the whole night, instead of even going to the prom. When you arrived at the prom, you mingled around for a while, trying the punch and doing the photo booth that the hospital had somehow acquired. In one of the pictures, Addison kissed your cheek. You tucked the photostrips into your purse, making a note to give Addison her’s later.

Although you were trying to focus on Addison, and not the people around you, you noticed that it seemed like people hadn’t caught on, yet. People glanced at you occasionally, but it seemed as though that was because you were no longer moody. You and Addison talked about your high school prom experiences. She told you about how she was a band geek, and you told her about how you had a lot of friends. “You were a popular girl?” she questioned, humored.

“I wasn’t a popular girl, I just had a lot of friends!”

“You were a popular girl. That makes so much sense.”

“It’s like social situations come so easy to you. You’re perfect at them. It’s like you always know what to say. You’re so good with patients and their families.”

“Thank you,” you said, taking the compliment whole-heartedly. “I was not a popular girl.” 

“Mhm.” Addison smiled at you. The DJ started to play something slow. “Dance with me?” You took Addison’s hand, and she led you towards the dance floor. You stayed near the edge, trying to keep yourself out of the spotlight, but you could tell people were looking anyway. You saw Izzie and George in your periphery, and even Derek and Meredith had stopped dancing to look at you, jaws dropped. You saw Alex looking on from afar, a soft smile on his face. He’d gotten over you yelling at him, and understood the line he crossed (he wasn’t going to apologize). You loved dancing with Addison. Neither of you were dancers, by any means, but it was nice to have her hands on you, especially after being away from her for so long.

When the song was over, she led you away from the prom, and you found an empty room. “I didn’t want people staring at us anymore,” she said. You took steps towards her as she spoke. 

“Yeah,” you said, staring at her lips.

“You look beautiful,” Addison said, looking you up and down.

“So do you, Addie.” You took another step towards her, your voice lower than usual.

“You like the red? I wasn’t sure about it.” As soon as she finished her sentence, you pulled her close to you, pressing your lips onto hers. It wasn’t slow, it wasn’t soft. You couldn’t help it anymore. She looked hot, and it was making you feel hot. Addison was a little taken aback at first, but quickly began to reciprocate your kisses. Your hands found her hips, and she whimpered into your mouth. Addie turned the two of you around, pressing you against the examination table, and telling you to jump between kisses. You jumped onto the table, Addison hiking up your dress and standing between your legs. She pulled on the strings to the back of your dress, letting you slightly loose. Addison’s hand gently found its way to your core, lightly rubbing against it. She was giving you the friction you desperately needed. You were ready to let Addison do whatever she wanted to you, until you heard the door open. 

You stopped kissing quickly, turning your heads to see Derek. He was standing with his mouth agape. Clearly, not expecting what he saw. Who’s to blame him? Seeing your ex-wife kissing your girlfriend’s roommate had to be shocking. “Derek, you’re gonna start drooling,” Addison said, rolling her eyes.

“Sorry,” he said. “Sorry.” He left quickly, shutting the door behind him. You could see him stand outside of the room for a moment though, surely short-circuiting. When you looked back at Addison, you knew the two of you had to get out of there. She looked hot, too hot, but she also  looked like she had just been making out. You must’ve looked like that too. As you left, you started to lose the worry of judgment. Who cares if you’re with Addison? What does it matter if anyone cares, if you had Addie?

The short ride back to your house was fairly silent, but comfortable. 

And if I’m gonna be drunk

I might as well be drunk in love

When you got back to the house, you and Addison shared a glass of wine before heading to your room. 

“I need you to know that I wasn’t trying to avoid you.”

“I know.”

“But… I need you to really know that. I mean it. I’ve never done this before,” Addison began. “I really want this, though. I really want you. You’ve been my best friend, but I can’t look at you and not think about how perfect you are, and how I just want to make you happy.”

“Okay,” you said.

“You get it?”

“I think so, yeah.”

“So, we’re starting over?” Addison asked.

“Yeah, we can start over,” you confirmed.

“Okay. I’ll be better this time.”

“I know, Addie.”

“Can I spend the night?” You smiled at the thought.

“If you want to? Derek is probably gonna be around. These walls are kinda thin.” you warned. It would surely be weird for Addison to hear her ex-husband getting it on with another woman.

“That’s okay. Thin walls go both ways,” Addison said, smirking. Of course, she’d be up to something. “Do you wanna shower?” 

“We are not doing it in the shower. I’m too clumsy.”

“Oh, I know.”

“So, you wanna have a PG-13 shower with me?”

“I am actually interested in you for more than sex. Yes, I would love to shower with you.”

The two of you exited the bathroom just in time to see Derek and Meredith walking to her room. You stood in shock for a moment, but laughed it off. As soon as you and Addison reached your room, she shut the door behind you, locking it, and immediately dropped her towel, pressing her face to yours. You slid your hands along her sides before dropping your own towel. Addison pulled away from you, commanding you to, “get on the bed.” You did as she said, and felt your face heat up when she ended up on top of you, kissing you for a few moments before her mouth found its way to your neck. You couldn’t help your moans, but tried to keep them quiet. Addison laughed to herself.

“Something funny?”

“Just love seeing how I make you feel, babe,” Addison said, causing your legs to tense. She began to kiss down your chest, to your stomach, and to your upper thighs. When she pressed the first kiss to your thigh, you twitched. God, Addison was gonna be the death of you. Addison pressed soft kisses back up your thighs, finding herself at your core. She licked a long stripe up your folds slowly. You moaned loudly. You did not expect this tonight.

“Addie, oh my God,” you whined as she started to pick up her pace, getting more comfortable with her movements. Your legs started to tremble, and you knew it was only a matter of minutes before Addison sent you over the edge. “Addison… Addie, you’re so good at that. Just like that.” Addison continued her pursuit, exactly how you wanted it. “Oh, please don’t stop. Please, Addie, please, don’t stop… Oh my God!” With a few more seconds, your thighs tightened around Addison’s head. Your whole body trembled, and while working you through your orgasm, Addison watched you.

“That was so hot, baby,” she said, clearly turned on. 

After taking a moment to breathe, you said, “Addison, please lay down.” She did as you asked, and you began to press kisses to her neck. “I’m giving you a hickey. Payback.” She moaned quietly in response. You’d only given her a small hickey, she could cover it easily, if she wanted to. Post-hickey, you worked your way down to her chest, lightly sucking on her breast. Addison’s moans became more frequent, and it was music to your ears. You would give anything to hear that for the rest of your life. While your mouth was busy with Addison’s chest, one of your hands found its way between her legs. You began by slowly rubbing her clit, gaining a fairly loud moan out of Addie, and then pressing a finger of yours inside her once she seemed prepared. You pulled back from her chest in that moment, wanting to see her reaction.

She threw her head back, closing her eyes, and moaning constantly as you slowly moved your finger in and out of her. “Look at me, Addie.” She opened her eyes lightly, heavy with desire. ‘So pretty, Addison. You’re so perfect for me.” You slid another finger in her, which was easy considering how wet she’d become. 

“Y/N,” she moaned. “I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop,” she said. A few moments later, and she was coming undone on your hand. You were honored. How could you not be, having brought this much pleasure to such a perfect woman. She shook intensely. Her chest rising and falling quickly, as she tried to catch her breath. “That was…” she trailed off. “Thanks,” she said. “I’m not done with you, though. Lay down.”

You two laid down for a few moments, as Addison tried to regain her composure. Once she did, she was practically full energy as her hands found their way to your core. “Addie…” you moaned quietly.

“Yes, baby?” she asked, as she slid two fingers inside you.

“Oh, fuck. I’m not gonna last, Addie.”

“I know,” she replied, a smirk on her face as she worked her fingers in and out of you. She began to move her fingers inside you quickly, pressing against your g-spot over-and-over. She had you exactly how she wanted you to in mere seconds. 

“Addison,” you warned between heavy breaths. “Addison, please. Addie… Addie, I’m gonna cum for you.”

“Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me,” her words sent you over the edge for the second time that night. When Addison pulled her fingers out of you, she laid next to you, the both of you tired out for the night. She wiped her fingers on a tissue, before helping you under the covers.

“Did you plan on that happening?” you asked her. At the beginning of the night, you hadn’t even considered having sex with Addison.

“Not really, but it is prom night, after all,” she said, pulling you into her arms. “Get some rest, sweetheart,” Addison said. She was warm, and being in her arms felt amazing. Your mind wanted to go a hundred miles a minute, thinking about everything that just happened. You told yourself you would think about it tomorrow, whenever you weren’t busy answering the questions from your friends. Sleep came first. Especially if Addison told you so.

[swiftsdelucaa]

❛ 𝑵𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 ❜ (𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕)

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Andrew DeLuca x reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Okkk so finally posted this for the resultss and for me tbh ahaj Posting the other ones soon! :)

* 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧!!! *

His eyes were on you the whole time, you pretended not to notice, but that wasn't possible.

“Dr. DeLuca, I already told you that you can’t look at me like that at work" you say as you drag him into a call room. He smirks at you. “Yes, exactly that, I mean, I would like to do my best during my internship, and you distract me like this” you say chuckling as he presses a small kiss on your lips. "We have rules" you added.

"Fuck the rules, you're so hot when you're focused on work" he says smiling. “And I can't help but thinking about you and how much I want you” his face was just a few inches from yours, you looked at him biting your lower lip slightly.

"But if you continue to look at me like this now it will be more difficult to stop" he said, his eyes focused on your lips.

“Oh, you were doing this the whole time” you put your arms around his neck. He chuckled softly and then started to kiss your neck. You sighed and giggled, reaching his hair with your hands.

You and Andrew had only recently started dating, but there was so much tension between you.

“Wait a second” you say as you walk away to lock the door. Then you return focusing on him and start kissing him again. He deepens it letting his tongue enter into your mouth and intertwining with yours. He kisses good as hell. Before you realized it he slowly pushed you against the wall. He pulled away from you for a moment to take off his shirt, you smiled at him as you looked at his abs. You run your hands over his chest as he starts kissing you again, his hands on your hips. You let out a soft moan as his lips were placed on your neck again.

“Damn, I can't believe I'm doing this” you whispered as you took off your shirt and he smiled at you.

"Oh why not?" he asked as he held you closer. You smiled keeping to look at him as you could feel his erection pressing against you. He left a small kiss where your bra doesn't cover.

"We should become used to this, after all it's a part of every doctor's career here" he said smirking as yoy chuckled. He slid his fingers down your stomach, reaching the hem of your pants and ending up on the inside of your panties. You let out a gasp when you felt his fingers starting to massage softly and then slowly going inside you. You let your head fall behind when you felt him going deeper, causing you more moans. He felt that you were already wet, still massaging your clit and looking at you smirking. He moves his fingers inside you again before sliding them out, running them over his lips, into his mouth. You panted as you looked at him, your breathing becoming more intense. Now your desire was as hard as his.

He took off his pants leaving them somewhere on the floor, he did the same thing with you and then picked you up. You put your legs around his waist and gigglee softly as you kissed his neck, after that he gently placed you on the bed.

"You're so hot" he whispered to you when he got on top of you.

"Oh, that's you" you said kissing his lips again. You put your hands through his hair and bite his lip lightly into the kiss. He squeezes one of your breasts, motioning to remove your bra. You let out a soft moan as he continues to grope you, then you took it off. His lips slipped on your chest, continuing to tease you by biting gently your nipple, you let out some moans and sighs when you felt him reaching your stomach. He took off your panties then looked at you.

"Damn, you're perfect" he said smirking even more. He licked your delicate spot to tease you more, his tongue touching your clit.

"Mmh..." you moaned more feeling a shiver that reached your entire body.

He kisses you one more time before getting up to take off his boxers and retrieve a condom from his pocket. You looked at him up and down, then stopping your gaze lower and smirking. When he focuses on you again he kisses you intensely squeezing you and finding his way inside you, going pretty hard. This made you starting to moan louder.

“Aah- God...” the more you felt him speed up, the more the pleasure took over you, you tried to hold back your moans in vain. “Andrew…” You kept panting, you tried to put your hand over your mouth fearing that someone could hear you, but he stopped you.

"Don't care if someone hears us" he smirks as he runs his hand around your hair, holding them delicately, and you smile sighing. "And please do not ever try to stop that sweet sound again" your eyes met keeping the contact for a few good seconds, your moans didn't stop.

"Sì piccola, così" (Yes baby, just like that) he whispered as he kept going with the same pace. You gasp after hearing his comment in Italian. You didn't know anything about that language yet, but you swore you would learn it one day.

A groan escaped from his mouth for the feeling of being inside you, he looked at your pleasured face, you couldn't help letting out some other loud moans as he kept with his last thrusts deeper. "Così bella, cazzo, e mia" (So beautiful, fuck, mine) he whispered again. You smiled hearing him.

"Holy fuck" you panted heavily. He was kissing the lower part of your neck and your shoulder. You hold onto his back tightly as you had reached the peak of your orgasm. “A-Andrew…” your moans filled the room, now you felt like you were about to come. He squeezed your breasts again as he increased and after a little you came all around him, feeling much better.

Once he was done he let himself laying down next to you, giving you a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“I've never thought my internship would be this enjoyable” you said chuckling, he laughs softly, both still breathing heavily.

“It will be even better” he kissed you softly putting his hand on your cheek as you looked at each other still laying down.

[lanadelnegan]

Cardiac Arrest

Denny Duquette x Female Reader

Summary: Your favorite patient Denny gets special treatment.

Warnings: no sadness, just smut. denny being denny, flirting, handjob, p in v, breeding, riding denny in his hospital bed

Note: I am going through an extremely obsessive denny phase right now. I'm sad and horny - send help.

"There's my favorite doctor." Denny grins as you enter his room. You smirk at him before routinely shutting the blinds, leaving the view of only the small rectangular window on the door for other's to see inside.

"I'd say you're my favorite patient, but that would be very unprofessional." You scan over his chart as his eyes burn into you, making your cheeks blush.

"Well, we can't have that.. Can't risk you getting fired and never seeing my pretty face again." He grins from ear to ear as you roll your eyes playfully, setting the clipboard down and sauntering over to his bedside. His hand reaches out lazily and you take it in yours without hesitation.

"Do you play scrabble with your other patients?" He asks.

"No... can't say I have."

"Held hands romantically with any other patients?"

You smile, dropping your gaze down to your fingers intertwined with his. "Who says this is romantic?"

"Me." Denny chuckles, bringing your hand to his chest and holding it there with his. Your own heart flutters at the small gesture as you feel his weak heart beating beneath his chest. You wish so badly that you could just snap your fingers and make him okay.

"Kissed any other patients?"

Your brows scrunch at him. "I've never kissed you, Denny." Your eyes drop to his mouth for a slight second before trailing back up to his chocolate eyes.

"Do you want to?" His voice turns low and raspy during this question, making your cheeks burn and your heart pound.

"Denny, I - I can't. I don't kiss my patients." You whisper, glancing at the door behind you.

Seriousness replaces the playfulness in his features as he speaks even lower. "Not even your favorite ones?"

His thumb rubs your hand gently as he looks up at you. You let your gaze drop to his mouth again, admiring his full pink lips and imagining what they would feel like against yours.

"Y/n..." He whispers softly.

Before he can finish, you bring your hand up to rest against his stubble covered cheek and lean down to press your lips to his.

You kiss him slowly, bringing his puffy bottom lip between yours and sucking it gently, savoring the taste of him. His hands reach up, one cupping your cheek while the other gently pushes on the back of your lower neck, urging your closer and deepening the kiss. Both of your mouths part before your tongues explore each other's mouths and you can't help when a soft moan escapes your throat.

After what feels like an eternity of kissing, you finally rest your forehead against his, closing your eyes.

"You're going to get through this. You have to. For me. For us.. Promise me, Denny."

"I promise." He whispers.

You kiss him again, harder this time, letting your hand trail down from his neck to his stomach. You grip his gown, frustrated that it's in your way.

The door creaks open quickly, making you jerk away from Denny and lock eyes with Dr. Burke.

Burke clears his throat, standing by the door with a face full of disappointment. "Y/n, I'm gonna do you a huge favor and pretend I didn't just see you kissing our patient."

"Easyyy, doc." Denny intervenes. "Dr. y/l/n here was just saving my life. It's called mouth to mouth." He winks at you, his signature grin spreading across his handsome face as you bite back your smile.

"Y/n, your shift was over 40 minutes ago. Why don't you call it a day?" Burke says, ignoring Denny.

"I'm, um. I'm gonna stay here tonight, make sure he's okay." It's not a lie.. Denny had surgery the day before, and you've been checking on him more frequently the past 24 hours.

"That's what we have night staff for. Go. Home." Burke demands and Denny nods his head at you, silently telling you it's okay.

"Fine." You look down at Denny, telling him goodbye with your eyes since you're unable to say goodbye with your lips.

You stand next to Burke on your way out. "If anything happens, I wanted to be notified immediately." You warn.

Midnight:

You lay wide awake in your bed, staring at the ceiling and all you can think about is Denny. Your heart hurts knowing he's there alone. No family, no friends.

What if he's bored?

What if he misses you?

What if.. what if something bad happens and you're not there?

"Fuck this." You jump out of bed, changing back into some clean scrubs and throwing your hair up in a ponytail.

You sneak through the hallway, careful not to wake your roommates as you leave.

When you finally arrive at the hospital, you choose the side entrance, scanning your badge and confidently walking in. You avoid eye contact as you walk past the nurses station and into Denny's room.

By some miracle, you made it without anyone questioning you, so you quietly shut the door behind you as you enter the room.

Denny sleeps soundly as you make your way over to his bedside. The only lights in the room are the ones coming from his machines since the blinds are still closed from earlier.

You pull a chair up next to him, carefully letting the bed side railing down to allow you to lean in closer next to him. You rest your head on his stomach, holding him in your arms.

Surprisingly he doesn't move, so you lay there enjoying the moment, feeling his chest rise slowly as he breathes until something twitches beneath his blanket directly in front of your face.

His body feels hot, so you lift your head off of him, leaning back up and pulling his blanket from his waist.

Your mouth drops open slightly at the outline of his fully erect cock. You can tell its long and thick and you can't tear your eyes away, imagining what it looks like beneath his gown.

"Like what you see?" Denny says sleepily, making you snap your eyes towards his and blush that you just got caught staring.

"Uh, I - I didn't see anything."

He chuckles. "But you want to."

His knees suddenly lift slightly until his feet are resting flat against the bed, blocking the view from the door window to his mid section.

"Denny.." You warn hesitantly, knowing this is wrong.

"If you don't wanna see it, now is the time to look away." He gives you one warning before moving his gown over his cock, revealing himself completely. You can't take your eyes off it, even if you wanted to.

Your mouth drops slightly open as you watch his hand wrap around it and stroke slowly up and down. "Y/n.." He moans your name softly as he watches you watch him.

"Denny, we can't.. we can't do this here."

"Then leave, baby. Cause I need to cum. Been stuck in this damn hospital for too long."

He continues stroking himself, tightening his jaw as his head leans back into his pillow.

Your cunt aches between your legs at the sight of him pleasuring himself and you bite down on your bottom lip hard as you give in, reaching for his dick and replacing his hand with yours. You squeeze him lightly before sliding your hand up and down his thick length.

"Denny.." You whisper as you watch the precum leak from his tip. "I need you.."

"Baby, trust me.. If I were anywhere but this damn bed, I would bend you over and give you the fuckin' of a lifetime."

A shadow skims across the room as you notice someone walk by the door. You take the extra sheet at the end of his bed, and shove it in the crack of the door, letting it hang over the window.

"Is that even allowed?" Denny asks.

"No... but neither is this..." You say as you slip your pants and underwear down your leg.

"Y/n.. baby. I don't want you gettin' in trouble cause of me."

"I don't even care anymore, Denny. I need you."

You climb over him, settling your knees on each side of him until your exposed center is hovering directly above his dick.

"Tryna send me into cardiac arrest?" He smirks up at you, gliding his hands up the sides of our legs and to your hips.

"Good thing there's a doctor here." You lean down, kissing him as you bring the blanket with you, trying to cover as much of yourself as possible - not that it matters, because if anyone walked in right now, you'd be fucked. And not in the way you're trying to be.

You kiss each other desperately as soft moans fill the dark room. He reaches for his cock, lining himself up to your entrance and you immediately slide down completely on him, taking every inch while still kissing him hard. He groans into your mouth as his hands simultaneously squeeze your ass and you ride him slow and gently, not wanting to put too much pressure on him.

"Fuck. You can go faster, baby. My heart might be weak but my dick isn't." He grins as you go slightly faster and grind into him just right, making his tip press into your g-spot over and over.

You study his face as you ride him, noticing the way his eyelids get heavy when he's turned on and how his pretty lips part slightly.

"You feel so damn good, y/n." He breathes out. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined this."

"Probably just as many as I have" You whisper, your breathing unsteady like his.

He brings his hand around again, finding your clit and rubbing it like a pro, making you cry out until his lips crash against yours to suppress your sounds.

His finger, cock, and raspy voice work in unison to send you over the edge and you cum embarrassingly hard, feeling warm liquid rush out of you.

The sounds of the monitors connected to him beep faster as his breathing grows more rapid.

"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum." He whines out, giving you a chance to get off of him, but you refuse, keeping yourself in place so his load shoots deep inside of you.

He tenses beneath you, holding your hips down and pressing you completely against him as he comes undone, pushing his head further back into pillow.

A soft moan escapes his lips each time his dick twitches inside of you and it makes your pussy flutter, squeezing your muscles around him tightly.

He attempts to control his breathing as the monitor beeps at full speed. "I fuckin' love you."

You can't help the smile that spreads across your face as you kiss him again. "I love you, Denny. Now calm down, before you overdo it."

"Yes ma'am."

You carefully climb off of him and slip your pants back on while noticing the wet spot on the sheets below him.

"Sorry.." You blush as he notices the spot too. "Let me grab you some new sheets and I'll get them changed for you."

He grabs your wrist, pulling you back in the bed. "Don't.. you dare."

[five-bi-five-mind]

Carina x Reader.

The Italian shows off her possessive and dominant side when she sees reader talking/flirting with someone at the bar.

Preferably degradation first then with praise, wouldn’t mind strap too(on either!) , marking, spanking, overstimulation and edging 😍🙏🏻

Can You Do That For Me?

Fandom: Station 19

Pairing: Carina DeLuca x fem!reader

Words: 5.4k+

Genre: Smut

Summary: Carina has a possessive side and even if you're oblivious to how jealous you're making her, she's definitely going to teach you a lesson.

Warnings: slight degradation & praise; slight dom/sub dynamics; marking; strap-on use (r receiving); a tiny bit of spanking; oversitulation; jealous/possessive behavior; dumbification; fingering (r receiving); oral (r receiving); edging; kinda rough sex; top!Carina, bottom!r; mirror sex; if I forgot something let me know...

A/N: I might have gone a little soft on some of the things you requested but I hope you like this. This is basically just pure and utter smut oops... also wanna note I only have completed one year of Italian so DeepL was my friend.

It was almost entertaining how clueless you could be. Carina watched from a distance as you chatted up a few people around the bar. She hadn’t even left your side for that long before you were surrounded. The gala she took you to was packed with familiar faces, so she had to go be personable and greet everyone who came. You insisted on getting both of you a drink while she went and talked to people you didn’t really know. To be honest, you were a little uncomfortable at these things. Usually, Carina would keep you clung to her side and even show you off a little bit as her girlfriend. However, this time things were a little bit too busy for her to do that. So, despite Carina’s hesitation, you parted for just a few minutes. Of course, the minute you did the one thing she didn’t want happening happened. 

There were people on all sides of you, chatting you up and you returned their predatory smiles with an innocent one of your own. Carina couldn’t blame them, honestly. You were, after all, wearing a tight little dress that she picked out just for you. If she couldn’t stop staring at the way it hugged your curves and accentuated your legs, then it would only make sense that others were doing the same exact thing. 

Carina couldn’t help the jealous frown she was wearing when she watched as someone ignored your protests to buy you a drink and put in the order anyways. She rolled her eyes when you took it with an apologetic smile. She could practically hear the excuses you were making, “oh you didn’t have to do that” or “that’s so nice of you” or maybe even “let me buy you the next one.” Of course, that drink you were getting for the both of you was forgotten at this point. You were just too surrounded and busy trying to please the crowd of strangers to figure out a polite way to tear yourself away from them. 

You poor thing, she thought. You had absolutely no idea that these people were trying to hit on you. She had tried to get you to understand once before that people who act the way this crowd around you was acting wanted only one thing for you: To have you the way only Carina could have you. Of course, you tried to see the best in people and would never jump to the same (albeit accurate) conclusion that she did. Carina even warned you that the way you were dressed tonight would attract attention. Even if she picked it out for you, she still wanted you to be aware of the reactions it could cause in other people. 

Yet, there you were totally oblivious and sipping on a drink that someone else bought you. People were closing in on you a little too much for her liking. She decided she needed to do something to change that soon, but maybe she’d wait it out just a little bit. See if you actually would catch on to what was going on around you. 

Only, you really didn’t. You kept laughing innocently at whatever bad joke Carina was sure would make her roll her eyes. If she was being honest, you were being a little too friendly toward them for her liking. At this point, you had to know what you were doing, right? Of course, Carina would still bet that you really didn’t. 

What made her finally decide to make her way towards you and the group of flirty people that surrounded you was when one of them decided to be bold enough to actually touch you. It was brief. You barely even noticed it, but Carina did. She thanked her lucky stars that she wasn’t stuck in some smalltalk with another colleague. If she was, then they’d probably see the way her frown grew and the twitch of her eyebrow as she tried to keep her cool.

Carina walked over to you with a mission. Not wanting to give this random person another chance to touch you again. No matter how innocent it may have seemed, Carina knew it was this girl’s way of testing the waters with you. All the people around you had obvious intentions, Carina was sure of it, and that intention was to take you home with them. Carina couldn’t wait to flaunt the fact that she’d, of course, be going home with you on her arm and not theirs. The gala still had a few hours to go before it was over. In reality, you two hadn’t even been there for very long at all, but the more Carina thought about how she could gloat, the more she liked the idea of that happening sooner rather than later. Plus, you were really testing her patiences with all of these people. She had a jealous side and, even if you were oblivious to it, you were really bringing it out of her tonight. 

“(Y/N),” Carina’s voice called your name from behind the group of people around you. You popped your head up over one of the taller men that was directly behind you, chatting with you and the group. When you spotted her, Carina’s frown immediately vanished and turned into a dazzling smile. She didn’t want you to catch on to her jealous mood just yet. She pushed her way, not so politely, through the group that was around you until she was standing next to where you sat at the bar. Her hand grazed your thigh and she bit her lip to hide the triumphant smirk that threatened to break free when she saw a couple people notice what she did. “Let’s go home.” Carina’s hands slid into both of yours and when you nodded in agreement she pulled you up off your seat. 

With your hand in hers, Carina pulled you out of the gala. When she turned back and smiled, you thought it was just a kind gesture towards yourself. Really, Carina was just grinning at all the jealous faces she saw as she walked out with you in tow. 

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When you got home you suspected nothing of Carina’s jealous mood. In fact, you were totally oblivious to her silent stewing as she drove. Yes, she was quite smug that she got to disappoint some people when she walked out of the gala with you, but that didn’t quite get rid of the jealousy that was coursing through you. She couldn’t help it really. You were just so clueless to other people wanting you. It was her job, at least in her mind, to fend off all that unwanted attention you sometimes get, but anytime she did that she would be left with this overwhelming feeling of possessiveness. That feeling would always eat at her until she had the chance to put that energy to good use. 

Carina watched you as you walked around the house in that dress of yours like she was a predator and you were her prey. You had no idea she was following close behind as you went to the dresser of your shared bedroom with the intention of getting out of your fancy dress clothes for the night. With your heels off you already felt a little more relaxed from the evening. You started pulling off random parts of your attire. Your necklace, you laid delicately on the dresser top. Then for your earrings, which of course Carina also picked out for you. You paused for a moment, noticing from your view of the mirror that Carina had slipped into the bedroom with you. What you didn’t notice was the look in her eye as she stared you from the door. 

As Carina watched you start to reach for the zipper at the back of your dress she decided now was the time to make her move. “Do you like seeing me jealous?” Carina’s voice came up from behind you. “Hm? Do you like playing this little game?” 

“Carina, I-“ You looked back at her in the mirror as she approached you, a little taken aback by her sudden mood. The look she was giving you caused a shiver to run up your spine. “I’m not sure what you mean? I wasn’t playing any games.” 

“Then why…” She reached you finally, stopping right behind you. Her hands slipped around your body and immediately ran up your chest to practically grope you through your clothes. “Why did you let so many random people hang all over you tonight, if it wasn’t to make me jealous?” 

“I didn’t-“

“Shhh,” Carina cooed. “It’s okay, bambina. I know you like to frustrate me. You like the way I touch you after you’ve tempted me, don’t you?” One of Carina’s hands moved up to grab your chin, forcing you to look straight at her from the mirror. “You love playing these games, so that by the end of the night I’ll fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked. Am I right, my love?” 

You were honestly speechless, but not because you were shocked by her behavior. No, you knew this was something that Carina liked to do. Get all jealous over other people being near you, only to get to go home and stake her claim on you. No, you were speechless because between the way she was practically manhandling you and the way she was looking at you already had you weak in the knees. 

“I’m waiting for an answer, bambina.” She leaned in to whisper in your ear. Her lips grazed the shell of your ear as she spoke and your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation. Carina just smirked at your reaction before dipping down to trail her lips from your jaw to your neck. “You just love all the attention you got tonight, don’t you?” She let go of your chin to move her hands to your arms, running her fingertips up and down them slowly. 

“I’m sure you knew how crazy it would make me when one of them touched your arm like this. Am I right?” She pressed her body closer to the back of yours. “Or when they got a little too close to you like this…” Her fingertips stopped to wrap around your wrists. With her grip, she suddenly pulled both your hands forward until she had them pinned flat on the dresser.  

“C-Carina, I wasn’t doing that on purpose.” Your brain was really struggling to think of responses for her. The truth is, you really weren’t. You had no idea that you were making her jealous. Yeah, when someone bought you a drink you had an inkling she would not love that you accepted it, but you also didn’t know if she even was paying attention to you while you were at the gala. Something tells you, she saw all of it. Especially with the way her hands squeezed around your wrists and how she was practically forcing you to bend over the dresser with her body. 

“It’s a little too late for excuses, mia cara,” Carina whispered before you felt her teeth close down, not so gently, on the most sensitive part of your neck. You let out a gasp at the mildly aggressive way Carina was being with you. No doubt there would be a very visible bite mark on your neck for a few days. It’s going to be interesting to explain that away when you go out in public. “I’m just going to have to remind you…” Carina paused to run her tongue over the fresh bite mark. “...that no one else can have you.”   

Carina’s eyes ran down your body from the mirror before meeting yours again and when they did you saw how blown her pupils were. You were in for it tonight, that much was obvious, but you honestly didn’t mind. If anything, it already had you a little wet just from the anticipation. 

“Keep your hands there,” she ordered before releasing your wrists. You nodded and looked back down at her hands as they began to push up your dress. She stopped when your dress was pushed up above your waist, completely exposing your panties. Embarrassingly enough, they already had a wet patch from how worked up you’ve gotten by Carina’s behavior. It did not go unnoticed by her.

With one finger, she ran the tip of it down your panties and between your folds through the fabric. “I knew you enjoyed seeing me jealous,” She tsked as she repeated her action. Your head hung low as Carina put pressure onto your clit through your panties from just her finger. Her cockiness at already getting you so desperate for her was going straight to her head. Her fingertips played with the elastic to your panties and she looked back up at you. “Look at me, principessa.”

You willed your head to look up and again met her eyes through the mirror. She gave you a wide grin, proud of how obedient you were already being for her. “I want you to look at yourself when I touch you. Know that tonight is the result of your actions.” With that, Carina slipped her fingers into your panties and immediately began circling your clit. Your hips jumped at the direct contact she was making, but soon you were pressing yourself into her touch. 

Small sighs of pleasure left your lips and Carina was soaking in every little reaction she pulled from you. When she moved her fingers lower and traced your entrance with her fingertips, she could feel the anticipation practically radiating off you. Her fingers slid in with ease and once they did, she looked up to see that you were still doing exactly what you were told. 

With a steady pace, she started to pump her fingers in and out of you. Your wetness from all of her actions had already completely ruined your panties, but honestly with the way she was touching you, you didn’t really care. 

Your fingers curled against the dresser, trying your best to grip at it, while also keeping them right where Carina told you to. Her fingers kept moving in and out of you and you could already feel your legs beginning to shake. Carina pressed herself into you more until you were almost completely bent over the dresser, with your head barely able to stay up to keep focused on the mirror. 

Carina leaned herself fully over you, her free hand going to your hair to push it out of the way of your neck before she reattached her lips to the skin there. There was definitely going to be more than one mark now, but that was what Carina loved to do. After nights like this, where she was in a particularly possessive mood, you’d always be left covered in little reminders of what she would do to you. You weren’t complaining much, you just didn’t love the process of covering them. 

When Carina started to feel the telltale signs of your orgasm approaching, she had a wicked idea. Without warning, she pulled out and backed away. It took you barely even two seconds to start whining about the loss of contact. You were so close. “Strip and get on the bed,” Carina ordered. “I want to taste you.”

She stood back and watched, biting back a smirk at the pout you were currently wearing. You still did as you were told almost immediately though, removing your dress and your now ruined panties while still on shaky legs. With a shy look towards her, you walked over to the bed and crawled onto it. 

“Lay down, bambina,” Carina said as she stalked towards you. “And spread your legs. I want you open for me.”

Immediately, Carina could see the blush on your face. “O-okay,” you mumbled as you did exactly what you were told. God, Carina loved the way you instantly listened to her every command tonight. It made her feel that much more smug that she went home with you on her arm and not any of those other people. You were just so deliciously eager and ready to please. 

When Carina knelt between your legs, you watched with awe at the look of desire in her eyes. The need to claim you was so intense in Carina, that even you could feel it. Her hands went to your knees, spreading your legs open even farther. She watched as your thighs glistened from the wetness that dripped down them while she had her fingers inside you. Her mouth watered in anticipation of what she was about to do. She couldn’t wait to taste you, so she didn’t.

Your head fell back on the pillow the instant Carina’s tongue made contact with your pussy. She took one long, slow lick up your folds before wrapping her lips around your clit. Your eyes squeezed shut and both your hands flew to her hair as she sucked on your clit like her life depended on it. You couldn’t help the way your legs shook and squirmed at the intensity of the feeling.

Carina’s lips finally detached from your clit, but her tongue began to trace circles around it. With her tongue still brushing over your clit, she glanced up at you. As much as she loved seeing you totally out of control of your reactions, she wanted to make it hard for you. 

“No, no, no.” Carina pulled back from between your legs. You whined and leaned your head back up, your eyes pleading with Carina to keep going. “I want you to look at me while I touch you. Understand?” 

You nodded desperately, just eager for her to restart what she was doing with her tongue. Carina dipped her head back down and began lapping at your clit again. Her hands slipped from where they held your legs open to move under your ass. With her grip on you, she encouraged you to move your hips with the rhythm of her tongue, squeezing you when you caught on and obliged. 

Carina looked up at you again from where she was between your legs and the sight itself had you close to the edge. You forgot already what you were told and your head started to lean back the moment she took your clit into her mouth again. Carina was quickly bringing you to the edge with just her tongue and the way your hips kept moving against her mouth was making everything overwhelming in the best way. But then it all stopped way too soon. She noticed that your head had dipped back down onto the pillow and her mouth left your clit. You let out another pathetic whine and looked back down at her.

“What did I say, bambina?” She scolded, leaning away from you. “Can you not do this one simple thing? Is it really too hard for you?” 

“I- I can,” You pleaded. “Just keep touching me. Carina, I was so close.”

“You only get to cum if you do what you’re told.” Her tone was stern, but you knew she was absolutely loving the way you were responding to her. 

“I’ll be good,” you reassured. “I’ll do what I’m told.” 

Carina was satisfied enough with that answer and to your relief, her head dipped down again. This time, though, one of her hands left your ass and you felt her fingertips again circle your entrance before sliding in. You groaned and felt your back arch off the mattress at the feeling of her tongue on your clit and her fingers fucking into you, but you never looked away. You kept your eyes glued to the way Carina’s head moved as she sucked on your clit. The way her fingers curled inside you already had your body quivering around her. She was fucking you like her life depended on it and you were already so close twice already, so now it really wasn’t going to take long. 

Carina let go of your clit with a pop. “Do you want to cum, bambina?” she asked. 

You nodded your head fervently. “Use your words,” she ordered, her fingers curling and hitting the spot she knew you loved before you had a chance to respond. 

A moan escaped your lips and your hands tightened in her hair. It took you a moment, but finally you regained some control. “Yes,” your voice was hoarse as you spoke. “Please, I want to cum.” 

“Good girl,” Carina mused before pumping her fingers into you even faster. At this point it was incredibly hard for you to keep your eyes on her, but you still managed. Even with your thighs shaking around her head and your body moving in a messier rhythm with your orgasm fast approaching, you still wanted to be obedient for her. “Cum for me, mia cara.” And after two more strong pumps of her fingers, you were suddenly falling apart around her. 

Carina pulled back from between your thighs, but kept her fingers inside you. She enjoyed the way she could feel your walls tighten and convulse around her and got lost for a moment in the way you looked coming down from your high. But she only allowed herself to enjoy that for a brief minute. She had more plans for you tonight, and she still hadn’t quite worked through the jealous mood you put her in. 

After another moment she pulled her fingers out of you and your body shuddered at the loss of contact. You finally let your head fall back onto the pillow and closed your eyes, trying to catch your breath from how good she just made you feel. Your recovery from essentially being edged until you could cum took all your focus. So much so, that you didn’t notice Carina leave the bed for a moment until she returned and grabbed your legs again.

Yet again, she moved you so that you were open for her. Your head popped up in curiosity to see what she was doing. Honestly, you had a feeling it wouldn’t just stop at one, but you still wanted the chance to take a breath before Carina subjected you to whatever she had planned next. What you didn’t expect was her fully nude with a new, bigger than you were used to, strap-on to be hanging between her legs.

“Carina, that might be too big.”

“It’s okay, bambina,” Carina cooed. “We’ll take it slow.” 

You gulped, but with the hopeful look Carina was giving you, you wanted to do your best to please her. So, with some hesitation, you agreed, trusting Carina to take care not to hurt you. 

“I need you to relax for me,” Carina said as she moved to crawl over your body. “Can you do that for me?”

You nodded again, opening your legs more for Carina to have room. Your eyes were glued between Carina’s legs. It wasn’t the biggest strap-on you’ve ever seen, but it definitely was still something you were new to in general. Usually, Carina preferred to use her fingers so she could feel you as you came for her, so to use toys was somewhat rare. But then again, you knew Carina was in a mood to really see you fall apart beneath her, and you were sure when she started to fuck you with that, you would instantly become a mess beneath her. 

Carina lined the toy up to your entrance, her eyes locked on your face to watch for any signs to stop. You showed none and she started to push in. She took it slow, just like she said she would. Your body tried to relax so you could take in more of the toy and eventually, she bottomed out inside you. You were tight, that much was obvious, but even so you immediately felt the pleasure of being filled more so than you were used to. 

Your body trembled slightly underneath Carina, but seeing the way you were taking her so well broke something inside her. Without much warning, Carina pulled out of you almost completely, before snapping her hips back into you. You cried out at the sudden change in pace, but it wasn’t a bad thing. Your hands went straight to Carina’s hips, holding her there as she pressed her hips harder into yours, trying to bury herself deeper inside you. After a moment, Carina did the same exact thing again, drawing a loud groan out of you. She was mesmerized by your reactions. Once she thought you were pretty used to the feeling of this new toy, she set a steady pace, moving her faux cock in and out of you. Her lips attached themselves to either of your nipples as she went, switching off between the two. When she wasn’t toying with them with her teeth, she was leaving marks all over your chest, alternating between hickeys and bite marks. You weren’t even trying to muffle any of the sounds she was causing you to make. The sounds of your moans plus skin against skin as she fucked you filled the entire apartment. 

Carina sat up without warning, her hands grabbing your hips and pulling your legs to hook around her own waist so she could fuck you deeper. Your eyes rolled back and your hands flew to grab a fist full of your sheets. She was keeping her pace, but the way the toy hit you deeper than you were used to had your head swimming. You could feel Carina’s nails dig into your skin, no doubt leaving more marks on you, as she held you at an angle to keep fucking into you deeper.

Again, she was pushing you towards that edge, only this time you both knew you were too far gone to ask to cum. Luckily, Carina accepted this happily if it meant that she could see you so fucked out for her. She sped up a little, making you move your hips into hers with her grip on you as she kept going. Your body was shaking again and you were reaching your peak once more. You could only hope that Carina would let you cum immediately this time rather than draw it out.

Thankfully, she did. As she kept going, it finally became too much and you came undone all over her strap. She didn’t even give you a minute to come down from your orgasm. Before you even really knew what was happening, Carina slid the toy out of you and flipped your body on the bed. 

“On all fours,” She ordered. 

“Carina, I don’t think I can-”

“One more, bambina,” Carina pleaded, already moving your own knees so that you could be positioned the way she wanted. “Please?”

You just nodded and tried your best to get in the position she asked for, your body still shaking from your last orgasm. Soon, you felt Carina’s hand come down on your ass and your body jumped. She grabbed at your ass for a second before moving herself to yet again position the strap to circle your entrance.

“Bellissima,” Carina practically growled, her hand coming down on your ass one more time. You just whimpered, already eager for what was in store, even if you were feeling a little spent. Finally, Carina entered you again and your head hung down as she immediately started fucking you with a strength you weren’t exactly used to when it came to her.

When she said she was jealous tonight, she was incredibly jealous and that much was clear in the way she was laying claim to you. Her intentions were to completely ruin you tonight and she was doing an excellent job at it. You weren’t the only one lost in the way she was fucking you. The sounds you were making and the way your body shook beneath her had her absolutely floored. If she could, she’d fuck you all night long. Maybe you’d be too spent for that, but she was at least going to try.

Her hips pounded against the backs of your thighs with a force that had your hands slipping from where they propped you up on the bed. You were moaning and whining her name as she kept fucking into your pussy from behind. The whole time Carina was moaning out things in Italian that you could only assume would translate into something filthy. It was embarrassingly quick how close you were to coming already, but Carina was fucking you with a ferocity that had you dizzy and all you could do was moan and struggle to stay in the position she had you in.

With a few more snaps of her hips and another couple slaps of your ass as she fucked you, you were coming on her cock yet again. You let out a pathetic whine that echoed through the room as you came and the way your arms were holding your body up failed you. Your face hit the pillow and you panted into it, your ass only in the air by Carina’s hold on your hips. Carina didn’t pull out though, instead she slowed for just a second before starting her pace again.

“I-I can’t,” you whined. “Not again.”

“Yes, you can, mia cara,” Carina grunted as she kept fucking her strap into you. “Please, please give me one more.”

You whined as her hips continued to push into your own from behind, but still you nodded. Despite already feeling spent and sensitive, you still wanted to please and the way she was practically begging you to let her keep fucking you had you ready to do just about anything. 

With the nod of your head Carina went even faster. Your face pressed into the pillow and you felt a tear fall from your cheek at the overwhelming sensation of her still fucking your already overly sensitive pussy. The feeling of it all was almost too much and your body hadn’t stopped shaking from the last orgasm. Your hands were grabbing at the sheets and your cries as her cock hit deeper inside you were muffled by the pillow. Carina had a firm grip on you and it was as if she wasn’t tired at all with the sheer consistency and power behind each pump of her hips. 

Your eyes squeezed shut as Carina put even more force into the way she was fucking into you. Your walls were yet again quickly tightening around her cock, but she loved the way she could tell you were close to coming again. She also loved the way you were so quick to agree and let her push your limits, even if just a little bit. 

Your thighs burned from the way Carina had them spread and from how long they shook from each orgasm she drew from you. All your muscles felt more sore with each orgasm as well and now, as she fucked you into yet another one that was fast approaching, you were well aware of your every nerve. Another tear fell down your cheek at the almost painful pleasure you were in and your hands trembled as you were seconds away from your orgasm. 

Carina put all her strength into fucking your pussy and after just a little more, you let go again, coming harder than you probably have before. Finally, finally after just a minute, Carina pulled out. 

She let go of your hips too and the rest of your body instantly collapsed onto the bed. Your chest heaved and you turned your head on the pillow for more air. Carina stayed knelt over you for just a moment, taking in the way you looked beneath her. Honestly, you were never more beautiful than you were in this moment, naked and spent on her bed. Covered in her marks, with your thighs glistening with your own cum. She loved when she got to see you like this. 

After a moment, Carina moved so that she could lay next to you on the bed. Her arms wrapped around your still, slightly trembling body. Your breathing steady as she held you in her strong arms. It amazed you that she seemed totally fine and not tired at all. Especially when she was fucking you with all her strength behind it. Either way, you enjoyed this soft shift in her and nuzzled closer into her chest. 

“You did so good for me, bambina,” Carina praised. “But now, let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” 

You hummed an agreement into her chest before she got out of bed and slowly pulled you with her. As you let her lead you to the shower, your legs still weak from all that transpired, you couldn’t help but think you should get her jealous more often.

A/N: once again I feel like I want to emotionally wreck Carina so… send your best angst requests…

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The boy is mine (Spencer x Reader)

Based on “The Boy is mine” by Ariana Grande

“The boy is mine,

I can’t wait to try him”

Your dad was president. Yes, he was.

And as the first daughter, you had to have security. That was obligatory.

But after an attempt is made on your life, your dad gets more cautious, and during the time of the investigation an FBI agent is charged with your safety.

Spencer reid x reader

I/ The one where you meet, and he’s so fine you spill coffee on yourself

II/ The one where you’re clumsy, and somehow end up on top of him

III/ The one where he can not act as if he’s not attracted to you anymore

IV/ The one where you get caught

V/ The one where your dad accepts him