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Jackson Avery x female oc smutshot

warnings: vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, mild choking

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They were a tangle of lips and teeth. Jackson kissed every visible patch of skin, all over her face and down her neck, and she groaned shamelessly. He wrapped a hand under her, only to pick her up and place her down on her back, further onto the bed, as he crawled over her.

Neither of them were on call, and there was no one to walk in. It was just them, just gloriously them.

Violet felt a tug at the hem of her shirt, and she quickly pulled back, letting him tug it over her head as he moved towards unbuttoning her pants, recapturing her lips with his own, but then he stopped, and she reeled back, eyes wide. "What's wrong, why'd you stop?" She asked breathlessly.

"Are you sure about this-"

"Yes." She nodded frantically, and he looked her up and down with a smile from above her before rushing forward again, one hand holding himself up while the other undid her pants. She kicked them off instantly, pulling back from their kiss just long enough to tug his shirt over his head.

She realized then, as his eyes raked over her almost predatorily, that she was wearing nothing but her black bra and matching panties. But the way he looked at her? She would never get tired of that. Her hands ran over his chest, caressing every dip and curve of his abs until she reached his waist band, the second her hand slipped beneath it, he was stuffing his head into her neck, kissing and biting her neck like a mad man, and she loved it.

She whispered quietly, "Are you sure?" To which he practically whimpered a 'yes', and finally, she wrapped a hand around him. She held back her gasp at the feeling, but moaned loudly when the hand on his waist travelled lower, passing over her centre with a feather light touch.

He lifted his head from her neck, his words barely above a whisper, "I know we're home alone, but I still have neighbours."

She nodded frantically, her eyes clasped shut as he tugged her panties down her legs, watching her kick them away before his hand finally connected with where she needed him most. He watched; watched as her mouth opened in a silent moan as his finger trailed down, collecting her wetness until finally he entered her slowly. Her back arched off of the bed as she panted.

"Open your eyes." He demanded as he pumped his finger in and out. His words fell on deaf ears, until he added a second finger, and said it again. "Open your eyes, Darling." Finally her eyes snapped open, and the look of lust in his own was enough to make her moan again, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

He watched her with a smirk as he moved his hand expertly. Then, a slight twist in the angle of his fingers had her letting out a particularly loud moan, to which Jackson quickly clasped a firm hand over her mouth, which Violet had to admit she found painfully attractive.

She felt that knot snap within moments, her back arching off of the bed as her eyes rolled back. Only when her breathing had begun to return somewhat to normal did Jackson remove his hand, his smirk widening as his eyes raked over her body. "You are particularly vocal."

"God, can you blame me?"

He let out a chuckle as the smirk grew on his lips, which she immediately found herself kissing, again. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck, and his hands gripped her waist with an almost painful amount of pressure, but that good, delicious kind of pain.

His other hand busied itself until she heard the shuffle of him removing his pants and finally she felt him against her entrance and she flat out gasped, her eyes clenching shut. "Are you-"

"If you ask me if I'm sure one more goddamn time i swear to- Oh, fuck!" He entered her with one swift move of his hips and the hand not on her waist covered her mouth again.

"You've got to stop doing that."

She couldn't muster up a response as his hips snapped against hers, again, again, and again, and the way he stretched her as he pounded against her relentlessly was so good. Like, painfully, jaw dropping, heart-stoppingly good.

Her hands dropped from their place around his neck, in exchange for clasping the sheets beneath them with such force a very tiny, rational part of her brain was worried she'd shred them. He was unrelenting in the best way possible, and, she realized with another lovely wave of wetness, also not the quietest during sex.

She watched as he clasped his mouth shut, small whimpers leaving his mouth when he didn't, and when he did, those were exchanged for groans from deep within his throat, and they were hot.

Violet Cordova had this man whimpering on top of her and she couldn't be happier. The knot had begun to build for the second time within her and she began to move her legs restlessly as that pleasure built and built, her back arching against his chest. She knew he was close too if the almost erratic movement of his hips was any indication.

Violet went silent, the moans no longer tumbling from her lips but instead just silent stretches and heavy breathing, and finally Jackson let his hand drop from its place against her mouth, instead opting to wrap his fingers around her neck with a soft but delicious amount of pressure that had her tumbling- no, crashing over the edge in less than a minute.

Her back arched even further off of his bed, and he held her against his chest with his right hand as he felt himself come with a few more slow thrusts. Finally, he nearly collapsed on top of her, but caught himself with his arm quickly enough for him to push himself onto his back beside her.

Her eyes were still closed but she dreaded the loss of his hand around her neck, amongst other things. They stayed there, breathing heavily and saying nothing. Jackson stared at the ceiling as he listened to the breathing of the woman beside him. Finally, he turned, resting his head against the palm of his hand and moved to speak, only to fall flat when he realized she was asleep, completely, fast asleep.

He let out a breathless laugh but didn't bother waking her, instead just turned back to his previous position, tugging the blanket she'd kicked to the foot of the bed over both of them, then letting his eyes drift shut until he felt his own consciousness slip away.

Violet hadn't slept that good in far too long, and when she awoke, genuinely and fully rested, she found herself staring dumbfounded at Jackson's sleeping figure as he had pulled her into his chest throughout the night, and her leg was tossed over his, one of his hands holding her thigh, keeping her leg there, while the other had planted itself into her hair. She wanted desperately to believe that was only sex, just fun, mindless sex, but with the way she felt herself memorizing the lines of his face and mesmerized by the simple rhythm of his heartbeat, she knew that couldn't have been all it was.

But the real question was; what was it to Jackson?

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This is an unposted chapter from my Jackson Avery fanfiction called Pretty Boy on both wattpad and ao3, if you’re interested in reading it, my user on wattpad is onyxwp, and it’s pluviophile_a on ao3

This chapter will be posted sometime in the next couple weeks, the first five chapters are up now.

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-> february 2024: I'm so caught up in everything right now. It's so hard to take a step back and appreciate things.

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If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

#iron flame #rebecca yarros

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A Small Evil by Justin O'Neal

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least favourite part about working in fast food is standing at the window for hours on end being assaulted by sun light with no relief bc my uniform is BLACK PANTS and a dark grey polo shirt that has to be buttoned at all times

i hate summer

#fast food #fast food workers #hospo #hospitality #customer service #drive thru worker #drive thru #tim hortons #tim hortons worker

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i’ve been in a reading slump for MONTHS and it’s been on and off (mostly off) for almost 3 years

but i literally just finished fourth wing in TWO DAYS and i think i’ve been fixed

#fourth wing #writing #author #reading #bookblr #books and reading #books

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nyla just holding her baby in one arm and her gun in the other and just saying “it’s a girl” after literally giving birth mid gun fight is so iconic i love this show

#the rookie show #the rookie abc #the rookie #nyla harper

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either i’m super high ( i am) or lopez and bradford are literally the cutest group on the show.

i’m on season 3 and i just watched the wedding dress episode and omg i love them

#the rookie #the rookie abc #the rookie show #angela lopez #tim bradford #tim bradford and angela lopez

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CONSTANTLY having to remind my boss that i don’t want to work more than 3 days a week (i’m literally a highschool student and it’s a PART TIME job) is so annoying

like you under schedule half of the other part time employees why are you over scheduling me?

#my work #part time #job issues #work issues #work problems

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i finally started watching the rookie and omfg the way tim looks at lucy is just so fking akdhwjdbendbdbdj

that’s it, that’s the post.

#the rookie #the rookie show #lucy chen #tim bradford #chenford

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watching a show after having an extremely LONG AND VIVID dream about it the night before is extremely surreal, like it’s so strange i can’t describe the feeling

and the way i haven’t even seen the show before today but the dream i had made me NEED to watch it

#house of the dragon #dreams #lucid dreaming #dreaming #game of thrones #got #hotd

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i’m only on episode 4 of a show and i’m already crying over minuscule things

#greys anatomy #greys #shows #netflix #meredith grey #christina yang

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#macbeth #literature #books #classics #classic books #shakespeare