Seriously Worth It | NC17 | Grey's Anatomy
Title: Seriously Worth It
Prompt: when life gives you lemons-drink tequila
Challenge: 100 Fic Challenge (#33)
Fandom: Izzie/Addison, Addison/Mark, Grey’s Anatomy
Requested by: dragonwine
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 2122
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I took some serious liberties with this prompt and molded it to fit my naughty little ideas. I hope dragonwine doesn’t mind too much that I sort of tinkered with his original pairing request (Addison/Izzie)! All errors are mine. Let me know what you think!
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Izzie Stevens knocked back her second shot of tequila and quickly sucked on a lime as the biting liquid coursed down her throat. Its warmth spread throughout her belly and as she set the shot glass back onto the small counter in her kitchenette, she wished that she were back in Seattle, sharing the newly-opened bottle with Meredith, George, and Cristina. She pushed the thoughts away as quickly as they came, choosing instead to refill her glass.
“It’s just you and me tonight, José,” she said before she emptied the glass.
She winced as the alcohol made its way to her head, forcing the tiny apartment to tilt a little. Perhaps she was drinking a little too fast, but it didn’t count as a bad thing if she was at home and not at some strange bar where she could be taken advantage of, right? She told herself that this reasoning outweighed the problems of drinking alone.
She’d been in Minneapolis for a month and still felt slightly out-of-place in her apartment. She looked around as if she’d never seen the place before despite her expensive attempts at making it as Izzie-like as possible. She and the sales girl at Ikea were on a first-name basis now.
Izzie told herself that it would take time for Minneapolis to feel like home. It was a fresh, new start and people didn’t just feel brand new all at once. She’d gotten a new lease on life, Alex had signed the divorce papers, and she was taking advantage of the do-over that life had given her.
It didn’t help that she had no friends in town, or that she hadn’t found a replacement for Joe’s. She was, quite simply, lonely as hell and feeling sorry for herself.
Izzie was a glass half full kind of girl, but tonight she afforded herself the right to be emo and mopey, especially since no one was around to see it. She considered getting a cat, just to have something to be accountable to. But for now, she was alone, and she was going to get pissed on tequila.
After the doctor inhaled her fourth shot, she felt a familiar tingling beginning to build between her thighs. Tequila made her horny, and the downside to drinking alone was that she’d have to take care of the problem on her own as well. She also knew that the batteries in her pink vibrator were dead.
With a pout, Izzie glanced at her laptop on the coffee table and mused over the idea that popped into her head. She’d never been much of a fan of porn. She considered it degrading and anti-woman and bizarre. What was with those ridiculous faces that women made? And how could anyone find degradation such a turn on? And what was with those weird peeing videos and the cartoons that were fucked by a bunch of tentacles?
As her head spun under the spell of José Cuervo, Izzie found her curiosity getting the better of her. She set the bottle down on the coffee table and situated herself on her luxurious (and too expensive) couch and settled her laptop on her stomach. After typing in a few key words into a Google search, she managed to find what seemed to be a safe enough porn site.
The persistent ache between her legs forced her to continue browsing through the website even though the videos seemed a little absurd. Why would anyone honestly want to watch videos with titles like “HOTT TEEN AMBER GETS POUNDED WITHIN AN INCH OF HER LYFE!!” or “HUGE COCK RIPS GRANDMA IN TWO!”? She scrunched her nose and bypassed more than twenty pages of videos displaying fake tits, underage girls claiming to be eighteen, and disgusting fetishes.
She decided that she was going to give up if she didn’t find anything by the thirty-fifth page of video results. Drumming her fingers on her stomach, Izzie happened upon a video of a couple that appeared to be amateurly made, making her think that it might be real sex and not just for the sake of a bunch of randy guys. She watched it, enjoying the fact that the woman didn’t look over her shoulder every few seconds to wink at the camera. They seemed genuinely into each other and when the woman came, she actually seemed to be having a real orgasm.
Izzie felt herself growing slick between her legs. Taking another motivating swig of tequila, she then clicked on the link that displayed a long list of similar videos. She clicked on a few and watched, completely absorbed. She scrunched her nose at one video that boasted a pair of “perfect round titties!”-the woman’s breasts were clearly fake and one of the nipples was off-center.
She laughed to herself and wondered what George would have said to know that she was watching porn. He’d have stammered, bugged his eyes out, blushed, and casually suggested a better website. A pang of hurt hit her in the stomach and she blinked away his beautiful, boyish face and chose instead to watch another video entitled “GORGEOUS COUPLE FUCKS SO GOOD!”
Izzie had half a mind to comment on the video and request a more grammatically correct title but stopped as soon as the video loaded and she saw the people on the screen. A muscular man with a goatee sat in the middle of the bed and a redheaded woman was entwined around him, kissing him hard on the mouth. Their hips rocked together in a steady rhythm and the woman pulled her face away to moan as he licked her neck.
She blinked several times and wondered if it was a trick of the tequila. She stared and rubbed her eyes and her mouth dropped open to realize that the stars of this video were none other than Mark Sloan and Addison Montgomery.
Izzie paused the video and scrolled down to see its description, hardly able to believe that either of the world renowned doctors would willingly upload a sex tape. Her thoughts were confirmed: “My bastard of an ex cheated on me one too many times-he should have thought twice about leaving his homemade porn in an unlocked drawer in his desk. Payback’s a bitch and so am I!” Izzie snorted and scrolled her cursor over to the little X in the corner, feeling as though she couldn’t in good conscience watch a video of her former bosses having sex.
She looked back at the frozen frame of the video and felt her mouth going dry. As she gazed at it a little closer, she was caught off guard by how unfairly good-looking Addison was. Izzie had never paid much attention to women, not that way. In this case, she found herself more drawn to Addison’s long, lithe body than McSteamy’s chiseled form. She unpaused the video and watched, mouth agape, as Addison pushed Mark onto his back.
Izzie licked her lips at the sight of Mark’s considerably well-endowed erection and groaned when Addison sank her hips over it, taking him in completely. The redhead threw her head back and moaned. Izzie quickly tapped on the volume button, allowing herself to hear them a little better.
Somewhere in the back of her tequila-addled mind, Izzie knew that watching this video was wrong on three-hundred different levels. She reasoned that she should stop the video and get in touch with them to let them know that they were famous (5 stars and 15,209 views could attest to that), but quickly discarded the idea. How could she tell them without admitting that she’d been watching porn? She was hundreds of miles away and knew she’d never be able to endure that humiliation.
Besides - she didn’t necessarily want to stop the video. Addison was rocking and swiveling her hips around Mark’s dick in a way that was rapidly becoming hypnotic to the blonde voyeur. She had no idea how fit that woman actually was. Her abs were taut and defined, her breasts were small but perfect and were adorned with rock-hard pink nipples. Her legs were a mile long and were draped on either side of Mark’s body. Izzie gulped and looked once more at her face. Her hair was damp with sweat and mussed from having spent the earlier part of the video entangled around Mark’s fingers and her mouth was drooped open, emitting a series of low moans and gasps.
Izzie took a sip of tequila without taking her eyes off the screen, shifted the computer, and slipped her hand beneath her shorts and panties. She was drenched. Apparently porn did more for her than she thought; at the first touch of her fingertip against her clit, she bucked her hips and nearly tipped her computer off of her stomach.
“Oops,” she said aloud, followed by a roll of her eyes. She braced the computer with her free hand and quickly worked her wet, sticky fingers around her clit, never taking her eyes off the redheaded doctor. This was certainly an intriguing development; in all of her years of sexual activity, she’d never been so attracted to a woman. She wondered what it might be like to be McSteamy, who was reaching his hands up to toy with Addison’s breasts. Izzie decided that they’d fit perfectly in her palms. She groaned when Addison let out a sharp cry; the sound of it coursed down the length of Izzie’s entire body and pulsated hard between her legs. She began to rub faster.
Izzie forced herself to keep her eyes open as her climax approached at a surprisingly quick pace. There were only several minutes left in the video and Izzie regretfully wondered why Mark’s ex hadn’t uploaded the video in its entirety; she had a hard time believing that the two of them would have sex that lasted for only seven and a half minutes. Deciding to make herself last for the duration of the video, Izzie slowed her fingers.
Mark’s hand came to the perfectly trimmed patch of red hair between Addison’s legs and began to stroke her clit. Addison cooed and sighed and mumbled his name, her body trembling as he skillfully brought her closer to climax. Izzie could not stop from quickening her own pace, pretending it was Addison’s clit that she was dexterously stroking. Her thighs began to shake and her stomach grew tight and, curling her toes and closing her eyes, Izzie began to come. She bit her lip to stifle her moans so that she could still hear Addison. When the other woman’s voice reached a higher, broken pitch, Izzie opened her eyes and watched in dazzled amazement as she came. Her entire body convulsed so hard that despite the pixilated quality of the video, Izzie could see each spasm as it coursed through the surgeon’s body. The sight of it brought on another orgasm that hit Izzie so hard she saw stars.
Izzie slumped back against the couch, dizzy and sated and smiling. She knew she should feel guilty but couldn’t bring herself to care that she just had multiple orgasms because of her hot former boss. Did her attraction to Addison make her bisexual, or was she gay just for Addison? It didn’t matter-she’d never wanted another person as badly as she wanted the redhead and she grinned wickedly at having such a potent fantasy to add to her arsenal of naughty thoughts. Any thoughts of alerting Mark or Addison to the video’s existence were extinguished: the possibility of it disappearing was totally not going to work for Izzie unless she found a way to download it to her computer herself for safekeeping.
For now, Izzie bookmarked the video and erased her internet history, hoping that none of the porn virusey things infected her computer while she was getting off. Even if they did, it would seriously have been worth it.
Izzie wiped her hand on the inside of her thigh before pulling it out of her pants and placing her computer back on the coffee table. She considered taking another sip of tequila but decided against it, not wanting to have to deal with the headache in the morning. She’d have her hands full in the morning dealing with the guilt that accompanied masturbating to Addison Montgomery and a hangover would only make it that much more unpleasant.
No-Izzie wouldn’t think about that now. She was simply going to enjoy her buzz and bask in the afterglow of the best sex she’d had with herself in years. Somewhere, she knew George was proud of her. Izzie felt like herself again.
She also wondered if she still had Addison’s email address…
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Prompt: when life gives you lemons-drink tequila
Challenge: 100 Fic Challenge (#33)
Fandom: Izzie/Addison, Addison/Mark, Grey’s Anatomy
Requested by: dragonwine
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 2122
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I took some serious liberties with this prompt and molded it to fit my naughty little ideas. I hope dragonwine doesn’t mind too much that I sort of tinkered with his original pairing request (Addison/Izzie)! All errors are mine. Let me know what you think!
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Izzie Stevens knocked back her second shot of tequila and quickly sucked on a lime as the biting liquid coursed down her throat. Its warmth spread throughout her belly and as she set the shot glass back onto the small counter in her kitchenette, she wished that she were back in Seattle, sharing the newly-opened bottle with Meredith, George, and Cristina. She pushed the thoughts away as quickly as they came, choosing instead to refill her glass.
“It’s just you and me tonight, José,” she said before she emptied the glass.
She winced as the alcohol made its way to her head, forcing the tiny apartment to tilt a little. Perhaps she was drinking a little too fast, but it didn’t count as a bad thing if she was at home and not at some strange bar where she could be taken advantage of, right? She told herself that this reasoning outweighed the problems of drinking alone.
She’d been in Minneapolis for a month and still felt slightly out-of-place in her apartment. She looked around as if she’d never seen the place before despite her expensive attempts at making it as Izzie-like as possible. She and the sales girl at Ikea were on a first-name basis now.
Izzie told herself that it would take time for Minneapolis to feel like home. It was a fresh, new start and people didn’t just feel brand new all at once. She’d gotten a new lease on life, Alex had signed the divorce papers, and she was taking advantage of the do-over that life had given her.
It didn’t help that she had no friends in town, or that she hadn’t found a replacement for Joe’s. She was, quite simply, lonely as hell and feeling sorry for herself.
Izzie was a glass half full kind of girl, but tonight she afforded herself the right to be emo and mopey, especially since no one was around to see it. She considered getting a cat, just to have something to be accountable to. But for now, she was alone, and she was going to get pissed on tequila.
After the doctor inhaled her fourth shot, she felt a familiar tingling beginning to build between her thighs. Tequila made her horny, and the downside to drinking alone was that she’d have to take care of the problem on her own as well. She also knew that the batteries in her pink vibrator were dead.
With a pout, Izzie glanced at her laptop on the coffee table and mused over the idea that popped into her head. She’d never been much of a fan of porn. She considered it degrading and anti-woman and bizarre. What was with those ridiculous faces that women made? And how could anyone find degradation such a turn on? And what was with those weird peeing videos and the cartoons that were fucked by a bunch of tentacles?
As her head spun under the spell of José Cuervo, Izzie found her curiosity getting the better of her. She set the bottle down on the coffee table and situated herself on her luxurious (and too expensive) couch and settled her laptop on her stomach. After typing in a few key words into a Google search, she managed to find what seemed to be a safe enough porn site.
The persistent ache between her legs forced her to continue browsing through the website even though the videos seemed a little absurd. Why would anyone honestly want to watch videos with titles like “HOTT TEEN AMBER GETS POUNDED WITHIN AN INCH OF HER LYFE!!” or “HUGE COCK RIPS GRANDMA IN TWO!”? She scrunched her nose and bypassed more than twenty pages of videos displaying fake tits, underage girls claiming to be eighteen, and disgusting fetishes.
She decided that she was going to give up if she didn’t find anything by the thirty-fifth page of video results. Drumming her fingers on her stomach, Izzie happened upon a video of a couple that appeared to be amateurly made, making her think that it might be real sex and not just for the sake of a bunch of randy guys. She watched it, enjoying the fact that the woman didn’t look over her shoulder every few seconds to wink at the camera. They seemed genuinely into each other and when the woman came, she actually seemed to be having a real orgasm.
Izzie felt herself growing slick between her legs. Taking another motivating swig of tequila, she then clicked on the link that displayed a long list of similar videos. She clicked on a few and watched, completely absorbed. She scrunched her nose at one video that boasted a pair of “perfect round titties!”-the woman’s breasts were clearly fake and one of the nipples was off-center.
She laughed to herself and wondered what George would have said to know that she was watching porn. He’d have stammered, bugged his eyes out, blushed, and casually suggested a better website. A pang of hurt hit her in the stomach and she blinked away his beautiful, boyish face and chose instead to watch another video entitled “GORGEOUS COUPLE FUCKS SO GOOD!”
Izzie had half a mind to comment on the video and request a more grammatically correct title but stopped as soon as the video loaded and she saw the people on the screen. A muscular man with a goatee sat in the middle of the bed and a redheaded woman was entwined around him, kissing him hard on the mouth. Their hips rocked together in a steady rhythm and the woman pulled her face away to moan as he licked her neck.
She blinked several times and wondered if it was a trick of the tequila. She stared and rubbed her eyes and her mouth dropped open to realize that the stars of this video were none other than Mark Sloan and Addison Montgomery.
Izzie paused the video and scrolled down to see its description, hardly able to believe that either of the world renowned doctors would willingly upload a sex tape. Her thoughts were confirmed: “My bastard of an ex cheated on me one too many times-he should have thought twice about leaving his homemade porn in an unlocked drawer in his desk. Payback’s a bitch and so am I!” Izzie snorted and scrolled her cursor over to the little X in the corner, feeling as though she couldn’t in good conscience watch a video of her former bosses having sex.
She looked back at the frozen frame of the video and felt her mouth going dry. As she gazed at it a little closer, she was caught off guard by how unfairly good-looking Addison was. Izzie had never paid much attention to women, not that way. In this case, she found herself more drawn to Addison’s long, lithe body than McSteamy’s chiseled form. She unpaused the video and watched, mouth agape, as Addison pushed Mark onto his back.
Izzie licked her lips at the sight of Mark’s considerably well-endowed erection and groaned when Addison sank her hips over it, taking him in completely. The redhead threw her head back and moaned. Izzie quickly tapped on the volume button, allowing herself to hear them a little better.
Somewhere in the back of her tequila-addled mind, Izzie knew that watching this video was wrong on three-hundred different levels. She reasoned that she should stop the video and get in touch with them to let them know that they were famous (5 stars and 15,209 views could attest to that), but quickly discarded the idea. How could she tell them without admitting that she’d been watching porn? She was hundreds of miles away and knew she’d never be able to endure that humiliation.
Besides - she didn’t necessarily want to stop the video. Addison was rocking and swiveling her hips around Mark’s dick in a way that was rapidly becoming hypnotic to the blonde voyeur. She had no idea how fit that woman actually was. Her abs were taut and defined, her breasts were small but perfect and were adorned with rock-hard pink nipples. Her legs were a mile long and were draped on either side of Mark’s body. Izzie gulped and looked once more at her face. Her hair was damp with sweat and mussed from having spent the earlier part of the video entangled around Mark’s fingers and her mouth was drooped open, emitting a series of low moans and gasps.
Izzie took a sip of tequila without taking her eyes off the screen, shifted the computer, and slipped her hand beneath her shorts and panties. She was drenched. Apparently porn did more for her than she thought; at the first touch of her fingertip against her clit, she bucked her hips and nearly tipped her computer off of her stomach.
“Oops,” she said aloud, followed by a roll of her eyes. She braced the computer with her free hand and quickly worked her wet, sticky fingers around her clit, never taking her eyes off the redheaded doctor. This was certainly an intriguing development; in all of her years of sexual activity, she’d never been so attracted to a woman. She wondered what it might be like to be McSteamy, who was reaching his hands up to toy with Addison’s breasts. Izzie decided that they’d fit perfectly in her palms. She groaned when Addison let out a sharp cry; the sound of it coursed down the length of Izzie’s entire body and pulsated hard between her legs. She began to rub faster.
Izzie forced herself to keep her eyes open as her climax approached at a surprisingly quick pace. There were only several minutes left in the video and Izzie regretfully wondered why Mark’s ex hadn’t uploaded the video in its entirety; she had a hard time believing that the two of them would have sex that lasted for only seven and a half minutes. Deciding to make herself last for the duration of the video, Izzie slowed her fingers.
Mark’s hand came to the perfectly trimmed patch of red hair between Addison’s legs and began to stroke her clit. Addison cooed and sighed and mumbled his name, her body trembling as he skillfully brought her closer to climax. Izzie could not stop from quickening her own pace, pretending it was Addison’s clit that she was dexterously stroking. Her thighs began to shake and her stomach grew tight and, curling her toes and closing her eyes, Izzie began to come. She bit her lip to stifle her moans so that she could still hear Addison. When the other woman’s voice reached a higher, broken pitch, Izzie opened her eyes and watched in dazzled amazement as she came. Her entire body convulsed so hard that despite the pixilated quality of the video, Izzie could see each spasm as it coursed through the surgeon’s body. The sight of it brought on another orgasm that hit Izzie so hard she saw stars.
Izzie slumped back against the couch, dizzy and sated and smiling. She knew she should feel guilty but couldn’t bring herself to care that she just had multiple orgasms because of her hot former boss. Did her attraction to Addison make her bisexual, or was she gay just for Addison? It didn’t matter-she’d never wanted another person as badly as she wanted the redhead and she grinned wickedly at having such a potent fantasy to add to her arsenal of naughty thoughts. Any thoughts of alerting Mark or Addison to the video’s existence were extinguished: the possibility of it disappearing was totally not going to work for Izzie unless she found a way to download it to her computer herself for safekeeping.
For now, Izzie bookmarked the video and erased her internet history, hoping that none of the porn virusey things infected her computer while she was getting off. Even if they did, it would seriously have been worth it.
Izzie wiped her hand on the inside of her thigh before pulling it out of her pants and placing her computer back on the coffee table. She considered taking another sip of tequila but decided against it, not wanting to have to deal with the headache in the morning. She’d have her hands full in the morning dealing with the guilt that accompanied masturbating to Addison Montgomery and a hangover would only make it that much more unpleasant.
No-Izzie wouldn’t think about that now. She was simply going to enjoy her buzz and bask in the afterglow of the best sex she’d had with herself in years. Somewhere, she knew George was proud of her. Izzie felt like herself again.
She also wondered if she still had Addison’s email address…
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