This a smut-a-thon. Crack!Ships are encouraged. RL ships are as well. All is acceptable but mark/lexie and addison/sam. Comment with prompts and reply to fill them!
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Addison: Vibrator Couple Porn
Mark/Addison: "Your husband is sleeping in the room next to us" Mark/Addison: "
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"Patience, Addie."
"Make me come in the next sixty seconds or I'm doing it myself, Mark."
He laughs before lowering his mouth again, stubble rubbing against her and his tongue quickly finding her clit. She's almost there again in no time, but the obnoxious ringtone she keeps telling Mark to get rid of is going off and now she's not getting off.
She reaches a hand for anything close, a book on the nightstand, and tosses it his way, frustrated and horny.
"I'm sorry. It's Lexie."
"Tell that cunt to eat shit and die"
She says it loud enough that he's sure the girl heard and he can't keep from laughing as he tries to walk Lexie through what's best for aftercare. He loses his focus midway through a sentence when Addison moans, fingers feverishly working her clit.
"Addison..."
"I gave you a minute, Doctor Sloan," the last part is too breathy for him and he throws the phone on the nightstand with a "hang on." He grabs her hand away, lines himself up with her.
He thrusts forward, loves the way her breath catches and she bucks just a little, his name leaving her lips in a whisper. He moves faster with each thrust, until they're both breathing harder and he can feel her body about to explode, letting a hand snake down between their bodies, circle her clit. She comes then, loudly, biting down on his shoulder, the sharp pain a contrast to being inside her and that sets him off, spilling into her.
"Better than getting yourself off?" he pulls off of her, throws himself beside her and she leans over to kiss him.
"A little bit." A quick slap to her ass makes her scream out. "Mark Sloan!"
"I was great, an adonis. You *called* me god. Say it again or you will be punished."
"Nope. " Two more slaps. "Fine. Mark Sloan, you are a god of sex, a master of your craft. Happy now?"
The two keep bickering until the phone makes itself known, a small voice piercing through the room. "She was listening the whole time?"
"Well, she does have a little crush on you. Maybe she found an empty on-call room and had herself a little party," Addison's closer to the phone and puts it her ear, "Hi, Lexie. Hope you enjoyed the show," and while the intern is sputtering to come up with an adequate response, she hits end. "That was fun."
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I CANT EVEN
TELL THAT CUNT TO EAT SHIT AND DIE
YES
YES
I CANT BREATHEEEEE
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