grey's anatomy/private practice smut-a-thon
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!
Let's write some porn.
Completed Porn (For easy access):
Self Porn
Addison: Vibrator
Couple Porn
Mark/Addison: "Your husband is sleeping in the room next to us"
Mark/Addison: " ( Read more... )
Let's write some porn.
Completed Porn (For easy access):
Self Porn
Addison: Vibrator
Couple Porn
Mark/Addison: "Your husband is sleeping in the room next to us"
Mark/Addison: " ( Read more... )
Mark moves his swivel chair absentmindedly, spinning to look at her as she sighs again for the eleventh time.
“I’m sorry, how is this boring you?”
Addison shoots him a derisive look and doesn’t answer.
“I would have thought you would find it entertaining to watch some good looking guy even without the added comedy of his sexual failure.”
“Shut up. You’re the whore, not me.”
He’s about to remind her how often she contradicts this but she sighs again and says “I just don’t think that we should laugh. Could’ve happened to anyone...could’ve have happened to us that time. We had sex on top a washing machine too, remember? You ever think we were just lucky not to injure ourselves?”
Mark lets out an amused snort. “That wasn’t luck, baby, that was my sexual prowess and skill. And besides, I don’t know why you’re thinking about that - that wasn’t the worst or most dangerous place we had sex.”
Addison hides a smile as she leans on her hand. “Remember when we went to visit the shepherd family and got locked out the house...”
“And passed the time by sleeping together in the old tree house, yeah I remember. You kept complaining about the neighbour’s dog barking at us, it was very distracting.”
She shoots him a nostalgic smile which he returns. He doesn’t say anything else after that -she’s got him thinking. He couldn’t remember half of the women he slept with. He remembered every time with Addison though, not least because they usually happened in strange places, but they also happened to be his best times. Addison was naturally amazing in bed; she was easily the hottest woman he’d had sex with. He’d also fucked her more than any other woman. He glanced at the curve of her long legs and couldn’t help but remember when he’d been with her, and trying to think of anywhere that he hadn’t.
The quick fumbling in dark on call rooms didn’t count as strange places. More people fucked in there than slept. He’d also been her ticket into the mile high club, as he’d thrust into her quickly as her palms smeared across the mirror behind them.
She’d given him head in one of their med school classrooms when they had been allowed to stay late and study in the empty school, his fingers clutching at the edge of a desk and her red tresses as she slowly and deliberately slid her tongue down the whole length of him. There was the hotel in Rome - where no one could speak English and so they couldn’t find any lubricant and so he’d just had her right there, her ass grinding back against his jutting hips and her hand scratching the ancient peeling paint of the walls. He also came to the conclusion that he had fucked in more rooms of both the Shepherd houses than her husband had, thinking of when he’d slid his fingers into her wetness, felt her close around him and her breasts brush against his face as she arched to meet him, ignoring the uncomfortable wood stairs pressing into her back and trying to clutch as the banisters for support.
He looked at her. She was distractedly chewing her pen and staring at nothing. He thinks for a moment that in the silence she had somehow lapsed back into sadness, which seemed to be a constant presence in her these days. He turns his chair and nudges his knee against hers.
“You alright?” he asks.
She smiles, taking a second before looking at him again as if she’d forgotten he was there.
“Sure. I was just thinking about that time we had hot sex on your desk.”
He frowns at her, he knows for a fact they had not christened his office like that. She raises her eyebrow playfully, smirking as he works it out.
“Wait for five minutes, then come and find me.” She shrugs coquettishly and gracefully moves from her chair. He watches her swagger away, her ass as always, is perfectly immaculate in her tight grey pencil skirt.
He only waits one minute.
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