Madison is the definition of an DIVA because she had written an series of investigative articles regarding the ‘Origami - Case’ , risking her whole life the entire duration game just to be one step closer to the truth each time.
Showing so much level of courage - her intervention led to the arrest of the most wanted ‘person’ and ultimately saving the life of an little boy as well..? Such an brilliant and smart character which they failed to see the potential behind Madison’s own character and also poor developments towards the ‘male audiences’ which I utterly DISLIKE. Madison is so much more than that and she deserves so much better treatments - she’s MY GIRL. 🥰❤️
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 couldn’t 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 someone’s lips dragging across her skin, someone who definitely wasn’t her husband.
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. She’d been annoyed at first when Derek hadn’t immediately fallen to his knees and apologized for leaving, that the two of them were meant to be, when he’d 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.
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 Richard’s niece, she’d shown up in a deep green cocktail dress on Derek’s 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.
She wasn’t 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 shouldn’t be touched but she didn’t 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,
“This is a one-time thing.” She insisted and you chuckled; your hands pinched at her waist through her dress.
“You keep saying that.” Your lips flicked up into a smirk, “but I’m pretty sure you don’t mean it.”
“No one can know.” She groaned as your hands cupped her chest, fingers pinching at her nipples.
“No one will.” You assured her before ducking your head, your mouth wrapping around one of her nipples and her fingers immediately sunk into your hair.
“Fuck...” Her head dropped against the door with a soft clunk and she whimpered, feeling herself pulse between her legs, “Okay.” Your teeth sunk into her skin and she bit back a sigh, “don’t be so rough! There can’t be any marks.”
“Sorry.” You pulled your head off her body with a smirk as your hand danced up her leg, “forgot someone else gets to see you naked.”
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.
“What’d you say, baby?” You husked into her ear, “you want me to touch you?”
She whimpered, her hips jumping up to the touch as you pulled at her panties, letting them snap back against her skin.
“Fuck.”
“That’s not an answer.” You murmured, pressing a kiss into her skin as you palmed her pussy and she gasped. “Well pretty girl?” You softly nipped at her neck, sure you wouldn’t leave a mark as your fingers gently tapped between her legs one by one, “it’s 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.”
“No!” Her reply came in a sharp whisper as her eyes shot open and you pulled your face away from her neck with a grin. “Please… please make me come.”
“That’s what I thought.” Your free hand came up, smoothing back a few pieces of mussed up hair, “God you’re so gorgeous. You know that baby?” Your lips returned to her body as the hand between her legs finally slipped underneath her underwear.
“Shit.” Addison’s head hit the door again as her body shivered.
It didn’t 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 wasn’t. 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.
“That’s it baby.” Your lips brushed over hers, “squeeze my fingers just like that.” Your wrist flicked, fingers curling and Addi moaned louder, pulling a chuckle from you, “is that the spot?” You asked, thrusting back into her, curling so your fingertips dragged longer and harder against the spongey spot and she trembled in your arms.
“You know it is.” 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. “Shit, don’t stop… please don’t stop.”
You couldn’t 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.
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 would’ve 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 she’d 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.
It was what made her absolutely crave you.
She’d catch herself watching your hands in the OR, rather than thinking about what a skilled professional you were, she’d be daydreaming about how good your hands felt on her body. The way your nails would scratch her –featherlight— 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 you’d 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 you’d do to her once you got her alone.
Similar to the hands she couldn’t 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 couldn’t 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 you’d 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.
“Shit!” 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, “that’s my good girl.” You cooed, fingers fucking her through her orgasm, “always so pretty when you come for me.”
You raised to your feet, fingers slipping from her pussy and she couldn’t 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.
“Don’t forget to fix your lipstick.” You murmured, your breath warm on her slowly cooling skin. She felt herself step away from the door, but by the time she’d turned to face it, you had disappeared through it, making your way back through the hospital hallways to the prom.
The prom where you would pick up a flute of champagne and slip your way into a social circle as if you’d been there the entire night. You’d make casual conversation with Derek as if you hadn’t just had your fingers buried inside his wife, as if you didn’t 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.
Addison would appear a few long minutes later, feigning some excuse about a patient before she slipped her arm into Derek’s. She would accept the glass of wine, letting herself be circled around the room so she could fluff up her husband’s ego while he bragged on and on about expansive and experimental surgeries. As if she hadn’t 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 shouldn’t 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 wouldn’t happen again, it couldn’t. 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 didn’t 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.
