chris. 20, he him, trans male, black, bisexual. minors dni. multifandom and i change fandoms frequently. just here to reblog gifs, fanfiction, and random bullshit. my letterboxd. sometimes iâll post little drabbles that will be under this tag.
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Addison Montgomery x fem!reader
Warnings: language, cheating, smut, fingering, oral, bottom!Addison, praise kink, semi-public sex. (yes, Addi is a bottom and we can totally fight over this)
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Addison knew it was wrong; she was more than well aware of that from the first time she had strayed from her marriage with Mark, but she simply couldnât help it, every second her mind had a minute of peace she found it instantly aching for a moment like this, where she was pinned to the wall with someoneâs lips dragging across her skin, someone who definitely wasnât her husband.Â
Showing up in Seattle was supposed to be her power move, her sauntering through the lobby of Seattle Grace to confront Derek with the intern he was sleeping with. It was supposed to rip the rug out from under them, blowing up their relationship so she could get back with her husband, whisk him away to New York where the two of them belonged. Sheâd been annoyed at first when Derek hadnât immediately fallen to his knees and apologized for leaving, that the two of them were meant to be, when heâd chosen Meredith over her, but things were only temporary. It had only taken a short amount of time for the intern to get frustrated, unable to work around her so-called boyfriend and his wife, they were finally allowed to work on their marriage.
The only problem being that while she settled into her role as the head of OB-GYN she was immediately taken by the lead scrub nurse of the department. You presented with confidence, a near cocky smile almost always on your face, you reminded Addison of herself, so self-sure and ready to take on any risk no matter the consequences. She never thought that she would be the biggest risk of them all.
To anyone on the outside, her and Derek were back together, the perfect fixed marriage, happy couple who showed up to work together, kissing each other before they went their separate ways and left together hand in hand at the end of the day. To a very few people, people privy to the deeper side of things, knew that they came in together in a silent car, the coffee Derek bought for her was never right, hot on the days it should have been iced, the flavour shot always wrong and the type of milk always the one that would hurt her stomach. It always ended up in the trash the second she was out of his view, the coffee that sat on her desk however? Perfection. When the so-called happy couple left work, things rarely got better though they tried, Addison especially, small talk while they cooked or waited for takeout. No matter what happened, she was sure she would always love Derek and she was determined.Â
It appeared no matter how desperate she was to fix her marriage; she was ten times more desperate for you.
A makeshift prom night for Richardâs niece, sheâd shown up in a deep green cocktail dress on Derekâs arm, intent on staying there until her eyes caught you across the room. Your hair was up off your neck, your dress clinging to you exactly where she hoped it would and the only thing she wanted was to run her hands over your body, kiss your exposed skin and her mouth ran dry at the thought.Â
She wasnât entirely sure how the two of you had ended up in the on-call room, or how she ended up pinned to the door, hands roaming over and under dresses, caressing skin she knew shouldnât be touched but she didnât care. You tongue snuck into her mouth as your hands caressed up her back, fingers finding the zipper of her dress, slowly pulling it down, nudging the straps off her shoulders. Addi managed to break free of the kiss with a gasp, her eyes filled with lust as she looked across at you,
âThis is a one-time thing.â She insisted and you chuckled; your hands pinched at her waist through her dress.
âYou keep saying that.â Your lips flicked up into a smirk, âbut Iâm pretty sure you donât mean it.â
âNo one can know.â She groaned as your hands cupped her chest, fingers pinching at her nipples.
âNo one will.â You assured her before ducking your head, your mouth wrapping around one of her nipples and her fingers immediately sunk into your hair.
âFuck...â Her head dropped against the door with a soft clunk and she whimpered, feeling herself pulse between her legs, âOkay.â Your teeth sunk into her skin and she bit back a sigh, âdonât be so rough! There canât be any marks.â
âSorry.â You pulled your head off her body with a smirk as your hand danced up her leg, âforgot someone else gets to see you naked.â
Your mouth ducked to her stomach, kissing a lazily trail up her torso, slowly sucking one nipple into your mouth and then the other as Addsion gasped, her breath picking up until her chest was heaving. You waited until she let out a small whine before sliding your fingers along the side of her panties, shifting back to your feet so your mouth could nip at the crook of her neck.
âWhatâd you say, baby?â You husked into her ear, âyou want me to touch you?â
She whimpered, her hips jumping up to the touch as you pulled at her panties, letting them snap back against her skin.
âFuck.â
âThatâs not an answer.â You murmured, pressing a kiss into her skin as you palmed her pussy and she gasped. âWell pretty girl?â You softly nipped at her neck, sure you wouldnât leave a mark as your fingers gently tapped between her legs one by one, âitâs up to you. I can touch you, can make you come on my fingers, or you can go home to that pathetic excuse of a man.â
âNo!â Her reply came in a sharp whisper as her eyes shot open and you pulled your face away from her neck with a grin. âPlease⌠please make me come.â
âThatâs what I thought.â Your free hand came up, smoothing back a few pieces of mussed up hair, âGod youâre so gorgeous. You know that baby?â Your lips returned to her body as the hand between her legs finally slipped underneath her underwear.
âShit.â Addisonâs head hit the door again as her body shivered.Â
It didnât matter how many times you touched her each time felt like the first. Like she could combust with a single stroke of your fingers, like you had been tormenting her for ages, teasing her, edging her bit by bit until she was begging for you. But that would mean the reality of you plunging into her with your strap had been a pure figment of her imagination and she knew it wasnât. She could still feel every single inch of you thrusting into her, bringing her to her peak over and over again like never before. Her entire being shook at the thought, her pussy pulsing over your fingers when you finally sunk them into her and she let out a moan you swallowed with a kiss.Â
âThatâs it baby.â Your lips brushed over hers, âsqueeze my fingers just like that.â Your wrist flicked, fingers curling and Addi moaned louder, pulling a chuckle from you, âis that the spot?â You asked, thrusting back into her, curling so your fingertips dragged longer and harder against the spongey spot and she trembled in your arms.
âYou know it is.â She managed, a gasp escaping her while her hips jumped off the door when you repeated the motion, her pussy clenching down around your fingers.  âShit, donât stopâŚÂ please donât stop.â
You couldnât help but smile at her pleading, the way Addison begged was a whole different level, something so intoxicating it made you understand why you were indulging yourself with such a morally wrong situation. She was so goddamn pretty, hooded eyes, lips parted while your fingers plunged into her drenched pussy, a wetness you were sure her husband never got to experience. This needy version of Addison was something just for you, something hidden away behind closed doors and dark on-call rooms. To everyone else she was a double board-certified surgeon with a huge trust fund and impeccable reputation. To you she was the woman you craved to have at your mercy no matter what the risk, the woman who enjoyed it and would rather keep her hands on you than anyone else.Â
Your free hand shoved her dress up around her hips as you sunk to your knees in front of her, your fingers still eagerly fucking her. Addison felt the chill envelope her body, eyes widening at the sight of you below her but before she could even get out a thought your tongue lapped at her cunt, dragging from where your fingers disappeared into her to her clit and she gasped. You kept eye contact with her the entire time until she clamped a hand over her mouth, her hips undulating against your mouth and you let your eyes fall shut as you worked her clit.
Addison bit into her palm in a feeble attempt to silence the noises she craved to make, the ones that made you more than well aware of just how good you were making her feel. If she could, your name wouldâve been a chant on her lips, a prayer cried out into the dark night over and over again as she thanked you for the insane amount of pleasure you made her feel. It never mattered how much time you had, an entire night in a hotel room while Derek worked an overnight shift or five minutes tucked away in a secluded corner of the hospital, you always made Addi feel incredible when she came. Her orgasms washing over her in a way sheâd never experienced before, you made her entire body burst into flames rather than just an ember moving through her veins. You managed to explore her entire body, not leaving an inch of skin unexplored, fingertips tracing patterns that left her body burning for days afterwards.Â
It was what made her absolutely crave you.Â
Sheâd catch herself watching your hands in the OR, rather than thinking about what a skilled professional you were, sheâd be daydreaming about how good your hands felt on her body. The way your nails would scratch her âfeatherlightâ just enough to make her shiver but never leave a mark. How your hands fit perfectly around her chest, thumbs rubbing back and forth over her nipples, bringing them the hardened peaks. The moments youâd glance up at her, a sly grin on your cheeks as your thumb traced along her lower lip, how she would immediately succumb, sucking the digit into her mouth, aching for your to call her your good girl.
She absolutely hated that the scrub masks covered your mouth, that her lips were hidden from her half the time she was around you. They were the lips that were always incredibly soft, with a lingering taste of blackberries, ones painted in a new lipstick shade each week, a shade she wished was stained across her skin, smudged against the collar of her lab coat. Lips that curved up into a coy grin whenever you caught her staring, a pulse of passion bursting through her body knowing that you knew, that now you were probably thinking of all the dirty things youâd do to her once you got her alone.Â
Similar to the hands she couldnât stop staring at, your mouth had mapped her body, tongue trailing over her collarbone, licking a line between her breasts, sucking them one at a time in between your lips. She knew you ached to sink your teeth into her skin and she longed for it too, to be left with your mark, a purpling bruise for only her to see and think back to what she was doing when she got it. If she could have it her way, her entire body would be covered in marks left by your mouth. Hickes around her neck from when you sucked on her supple skin with your fingers buried in her pussy, bruises littered across her chest because you couldnât help but play with her tits and she adored every second of it. Dark love bites on her inner thighs from when your face was buried between her legs, her thighs sore for days afterwards because youâd held them apart for so long, savouring every last drop of wetness from her cunt. She wanted to be fully and totally marked by you, wanted you to be able to claim her, have everyone know that she was yours and only yours.Â
âShit!â The swear left her lips as a hiss, her pussy clenching down around your fingers as your tongue danced over her clit, faster and faster, fingers pressing harder into her sensitive spot. She felt the fire bursting free through her body, her knees buckling as her body went limp.
Your free hand splayed across her stomach, pinning her to the door as you pressed a soft kiss to her clit, âthatâs my good girl.â You cooed, fingers fucking her through her orgasm, âalways so pretty when you come for me.â
You raised to your feet, fingers slipping from her pussy and she couldnât help but whine. You chuckled softly, sucking your fingers into your mouth to clean them of her juices and she watched with hungry eyes, lips parted as she caught her breath. You smoothed the fabric of her skirt, moving the straps of her dress back up her shoulders as she drooped against the door. Leaning in you kissed her softly and she could taste herself on your lips, her tongue eagerly slipping into your mouth for more. She was drunk on the thought of tasting you, of happily sinking to her knees in front of you and licking you until you were as much of a mess as she felt in that moment. Instead, she felt your fingers deftly zipping up the back of her dress, your lips brushing against her shoulder, slowly trailing up her neck until you left one on her cheek.
âDonât forget to fix your lipstick.â You murmured, your breath warm on her slowly cooling skin. She felt herself step away from the door, but by the time sheâd turned to face it, you had disappeared through it, making your way back through the hospital hallways to the prom.Â
The prom where you would pick up a flute of champagne and slip your way into a social circle as if youâd been there the entire night. Youâd make casual conversation with Derek as if you hadnât just had your fingers buried inside his wife, as if you didnât know what her cum tasted like and as if you had no clue that you could make her come ten times better than he could even dream of.Â
Addison would appear a few long minutes later, feigning some excuse about a patient before she slipped her arm into Derekâs. She would accept the glass of wine, letting herself be circled around the room so she could fluff up her husbandâs ego while he bragged on and on about expansive and experimental surgeries. As if she hadnât done just as many of her own.
And when the time came, she would bid you goodnight, accept the compliment you gave her on her dress, as if it was the first time you were noticing it that night. She would wrap her hand tighter into Dereks, reminding herself that she was a married woman and no matter how much her body started to quiver when she laid eyes on you, she shouldnât give in to her desires. It was meant to be only once, it just so happened that it spiraled into multiple, stand-alone situations. It wouldnât happen again, it couldnât. Derek never needed to know and she would continue to play the role of obedient housewife. It was what her marriage needed.
The moment would only last so long after getting home. Digging through her purse to find her phone Addison instead found your panties. The silky fabric shifted between her fingers and she traced the lace patterns with her fingertips, wishing she could have done so when you were still wearing them. She took a breath, but it didnât matter how hard she tried to forget, the desire was already pooling within her again. There was no way this was going to be a one-time thing.
â ŕłę¨ś waking up in the morning to a jumble of noise outside, going to make coffee but you're still sort of fuzzy-brained from the sleep so you don't yet notice the u-haul parked in the driveway next door... but soon enough you see them, the family that's unloading the truck, a mom and her sons, and you feel dizzier than before even though you're all the way awake now
â ŕłę¨ś when you see her first, she's carrying a box at her hip, pointing at one of the boys, saying something undistinguishable, with a messy bun on top of her head, ears sticking out from behind pieces of wild blonde hair, and a sweatshirt pushed up to her elbows, and a gold chain around her neck-- you think you've fallen in love at first sight...
â ŕłę¨ś sitting with your coffee by the window can only last so long before your watching them seems a lil stalker-y, so you go to get dressed and before you know it some sort of 1960's housewife has possessed you because you've donned meticulous makeup and your favorite outfit and you're outside with a few glasses of whatever flavored lemonade was in the refrigerator and you're introducing yourself!!
â ŕłę¨ś it seems her forces have melted away, 'cause it's only her carrying boxes inside the house, and you think the boys must be taking a break because it's gotten hotter out, and her purple sweatshirt now sits in a crumple on the grass somewhere, leaving her only in a tank top, a tank top that's so tight against her skin and her arms are so defined and she could probably pick you up like it's nothin' and suddenly your mouth is dry, and you're stumbling over your own name, and she's so sweaty and seems exhausted and you can't think straight whatsoever, but she's so kind and so appreciative of the cold drink and introduces herself so sweetly and her eyes are just so sparkly in the sun!
â ŕłę¨ś and maybe you start to babysit michael when she and henry are away and she cooks dinner for you sometimes and kisses you on the cheek when she's leaving you there for the weekend and you wake up every morning extra early to wave at her through the window while she's leaving for work and sometimes she wakes you up even more early to force you on a run but you can never keep up with her but you love any time spent in her presence okay sorry for rambling i just love her so so much!!!
