Doe-eyed-Dumbass
Pairing: Dr. Jackson Avery x F Reader
Summary: Ever since the new merger, the chief resident Y/N, has been getting pissed off by the new doctors. although one in particular makes her blood boil more than the rest...
Setting: early season 6, Seattle Grace Hospital
word count: 1,895
Rating/ Warnings: R. smut, porn with a little plot, "Princess"
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"Push 1 of Epi and get me a crike now!"
I knew the second I turned on the news that today was going to be a busy day. A building collapsed near Cherry Street and 12th. The scene was just awful. Is it bad that I only thought yay?
"Reed, that's a trach, not a crike!" I yell out in a huff as I'm applying compressions, these goddam Mercy West people don't know shit
"y/l/n/ crike, right here." I glance over at the outstretched hand next to me and quickly snag the crike kit. As I start opening it and addressing the dying person at my fingertips, it registers to me that the hand that was just in my presence was another member of the orange team. Just his aura pisses me off
"Move y/l/n, you're doing it wrong." Avery pushes me out of the way and jumps onto the patient
"What the hell, Avery!" I throw my hands up. "What's going on?" I look behind me and see Dr.Shepherd standing, hands on his hips, with his brows furrowed.
"Avery is being a dick again, and Reed shouldn't have graduated from medical school!" "Alright, y/l/n go get some air, now is not the time". Shepherd dismisses me, and I grunt before exiting the room to find Mer.
I've walked the entire hospital and looked in every room. emberassed one very sweet old lady getting a sponge bath and interrupted a cancer diagnosis, and still no sign of Dr. Grey.
"Hey, Addison, have you seen Meredith?" I sigh, putting my hand on the nurse's desk as I walk up to the redhead in pink, looking over charts with a pen in hand. "Uhm, I think she's having lunch with her father," she replies, scribbling something onto the paper she never took her eyes off of.
"Ugh, of course, thanks, Addy."
Since I can't talk to Mer about my exploding rage towards the invaders, invadER, I settle for the next best thing—self-seclusion in the on-call room.
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knock. knock. knock
"Go away! I'm sulking." I really don't want to talk to or see anyone right now. If they need me, they can page me
knock. knock. knock.
I jump out of the bottom bunk and take one step towards the door. "There are other on-call roo-" the door bursts open, and Jackson Avery rushes in and slams it behind him
"Oh, especially not you, prettyboy!" I reach out my arms and push the blue-eyed boy, as if I could move him a single inch.
"Listen, I don't know what high horse you've been riding, but just because you're a Seattle Grace hotshot doesn't make you better than me. We are two apples from the same orchard y/l/n" Avery said in an evident, stern tone that only made your blood boil. "You said I was doing the crike wrong for godsake, I've been doing them before you even got into med school!" I throw my hands up and take a step back. His ego blinds him from the fact that you have more experience than him and it doesn't let him trust anyone he views as below him.
"y/n, you were too far over. You would've severed the guy's thyroid!" he raises his volume to overcome mine and takes a step forward. "Well, maybe I wouldn't have been distracted if your little pet wasn't such a doe-eyed-dumbass!"
step
"Don't you dare talk about Reed like that!"
step
"What, you mean the 12-year-old that got past security?"
step. Oh shit.
You freeze, your eyes go wide, and your breath halts. You hadn't realized just how close you two had gotten. not until you felt something touch your thigh
"Who's the doe-eyed-dumbass now?" his tone is softer, but just as stern. It's in that moment that you realize your blood wasn't boiling with rage, but with a much more risky and irritating emotion. lust.
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"I- i didn't- i didn't mean to-" "y/l/n" Jackson cuts me off and leans his head down ever so slowly. fucking tease. I shoot my head up and crash our lips together. Jackson's hand jumps up to your cheek, and yours to his neck. There's a lull. a moment where everything is silent, nothing is moving, no one is thinking. almost like a pause in time.
Jackson pulls back, keeping his hand on your face. exploring all the little details. counting all the freckles, discovering the different shades of paint in your eyes. "Jackson I-" I let out a shaky breath. "Don't talk y/n. Just say yes or no". I nod my head as if hypnotized by the crystal balls in front of me.
As if like second nature, Jackson picks me up in his arms and takes me into his breath, stealing mine. our lips dance with perfect rhythm, choreographed in heaven. He walks me over to the single bed on the other side of the room and throws me down. I steady myself up on my elbows and watch as the gorgeous man in front of me takes off his lab coat and t-shirt, tossing them to the side. I could tell he worked out, but fuck.
He stands there for a moment, just staring, admiring; you can't help but bite your lip as you examine the chiseled abdomen in front of you. "Avery," snapping back into reality, Jackson lunges onto the bed, climbing on top of you. You have no choice but to lie down. He rests his elbows next to your shoulders, cupping your face with both of his hands.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to be this close to you," Avery whispers, almost as if it was a thought that wasn't meant to slip out. "Enough," I breathe out and grab the back of his neck and pull him down, crashing our lips together once more.
this time there's no room to breathe, no lull to make the air thick. only the sounds of heavy breathing and lips intertwining. Jackson's hand goes to your chest, massaging your breasts. You can't help but let out a small moan into his mouth. god knows the last time I've been touched
"Jackson-" his lips are everywhere. The second he couldn't have your lips, he went to your neck. sucking as if it's his only source of life. "mm seriously, Avery, if you don't fuck me right now, one of us is going to get paged." I finally manage to whimper out through the ecstasy
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Jackson lifts his head up and looks at you with a smirk, "damn y/l/n, didn't think you'd be so needy for me." "Oh shut up, prettyboy!" I end the argument with a kiss. Jackson uses his knees to open my legs, moving his body into mine. My feet naturally fall around his waist. As the kiss gets heavier, hotter, and sloppier- I can't help but grind my hips up, practically begging even more. I swear to Jesus Himself, I will get him fired if he doesn't take off his pants soon. I bring my hand down from his neck and start playing with the hem of his scrub pants. As I push my hand in, I can feel jackson tense as I trace his V line. "Now," I command into his mouth.
With that, Jackson gets up and pulls his pants and boxers down with impressive speed, "Yes ma'am" he teases. My jaw drops a little. His ego isn't the only thing that's big. Jackson chuckles as he climbs back on top of you, falling back into the same rhythm. Jackson uses his left hand and grabs both of yours, pinning them above your head. With his right hand, he slowly trails down your body, grasping at every inch of skin he can. As he gets lower, you feel the pool in your panties grow even more. I didn't even know that was possible. His hand finally reaches your core, gently rubbing circles over the fabric. god, this is amazing, but not enough.
Whatever power I had in the beginning is gone. Jackson has taken all of it from me. drained me like a battery. All I can do to protest is whine into the kiss, bucking my hips. I can feel the smug smirk form of Jackson's face. He knows what he's doing. Jackson breaks the kiss and gazes into my eyes. "Say it," he whispers. My brain is mush, I can't form a coherent thought. "Hm?" "Tell me what you want, princess," he coos. "You, Jackson. I want you" "toooo-" he drags on "jessu fucking christ avery, if you don't fuck me right now i-" Jackson pulls down your scrubs and immediately pushes a finger inside of you, sliding your panties to the side.
"Mm god, yes," finally, I get what I want. His mouth is back on your neck while his hands work magic in your heat. Everything he has done since the merger to piss you off is irrelevant now. nothing else matters in this moment but Jackson Avery making you cum in this on-call room. "Please, Avery, fuck me," you moan into his ear. Jackson sits up and taps either side of your hips, signaling you to lift them. he rips your pants off and throws them in the general direction of his clothes. He picks up your legs right under your knees and dives down.
You throw your head back and attach your hands to his head. Jackson's tongue works tirelessly at your folds. hitting all the right places at all the right times. sucking on your clit and dipping into your slit, you can barely take it. "Jackson, I'm gonna cum" you moan out as you arch your back. "Not yet," he says, sitting up and pulling you down, positioning himself with your entrance. "You want me y/l/n?" "Yes, avery holy fuck yes." and with that avery slams his hips into yours. You throw your head back and let out a loud moan. Avery brings his hand up and covers your mouth. Jackson's pace is quick and relentless, almost as if there was a bit of anger in there. You didn't care a single bit, though. "You want everyone to hear? You want Izzy to tell the whole hospital that the chief resident was getting railed by the new kid?" god, he's such a fucking dipshit
jackson brigns his other hand down and drwas circles with hsi thumb over your clit, making everything that much worse, or better, you cant tell the differance at this point. "fuck y/n, i knew youd be tight but i wasnt expecting this" he breaths as he nibbles on your earlobe
"jackson-" i moan out, its the only word im able to form. "cum for me princess, right on my cock"
The rubber band inside my stomach snaps. Everything spills out as I feel waves of pleasure blanket over my body. It's not long after I feel Jackson's seed fill me up, "mm fuckkkk," he groans.
Jackson flops down on top of you. No wonder he's tired; he just gave the performance of his lifetime. "Jesus Christ, Avery," - I say through exhausted breaths, "I don't think Jesus has anything to do with what just happened," he quips. I giggle, too tired for a snarky comeback.
beep beep beep
We both look at each other and groan. "Yours or mine?" I ask
beep beep beep beep beep beep
'Both of us," Jackson laughs as he hops up to put his scrubs back on.
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