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andersonsprincess · 9 days ago

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sensational 🙂‍↕️

req - sevika making her girl squirt for the first time?

hell yeahhh

it starts with you laid over her thigh.

not even fucked, not yet. you’re just in your underwear, hips draped over her lap, her left leg slotted up right between yours. her metal hand rests easy on your lower back. her real one?

it’s already busy between your thighs.

you’d made the mistake of being mouthy earlier. gave her attitude in the hallway, playful at first. but sevika was already buzzed, already lazy from a half-burned blunt. you nudged the hornet’s nest and now you’re here. riding the heavy flex of her thigh, panting into her shoulder while her fingers rub slow, lazy circles over the soaked cotton between your legs.

“mmnh—sev—”

“shh,” she mutters, not even looking at you. her eyes are half-lidded, blunt smoldering in the corner of her mouth. “you talk too much.”

your hips twitch, grinding down instinctively as her thumb presses just right. she doesn’t move fast. doesn’t even press hard. just slow, cruel little strokes while you try to keep from begging.

“c’monnn” you whimper. “please—”

her fingers trail down the front of your panties, tugging them aside with a practiced flick.

wet. soaked. swollen and slick and needy.

her thumb slips between your folds, dragging through the mess.

“you’re drippin’,” she says, voice like smoke. “and i haven’t even started.”

and she hasn’t. not really.

—

you’ve been on her lap for nearly twenty minutes now, hips grinding, legs shaking, mouth open and moaning every few seconds—but she keeps pulling you back. stopping when you get close. slapping your ass or dragging her thumb away right when your thighs clench up.

“sev—sev—i’m close, i’m—!”

“no you’re not.”

a firm grip on your hip. her voice lower now. teasing.

“not yet.”

you’ve come close so many times that your body feels like it’s buzzing, every nerve ending vibrating. your clit’s aching. your cunt’s clenching around nothing, so swollen it’s throbbing. her calloused fingers slide down and toy at your entrance. two thick digits sinking in slowly, lazily, not even curling yet.

“you’re gonna come from just my fingers?” she asks.

you nod, face buried in her neck. “y-yeah—fuck, yes—”

but she doesn’t speed up.

just keeps the pressure slow, cruel, constant. two fingers sliding in and out, dragging against your walls, thumb grazing your clit, but never fast enough to push you over.

and god, you feel it. that sharp build. tight in your gut, curling hard…until it starts to crest—

then she pulls her hand away.

your hips buck, a sob catching in your throat. you’re soaked. you know you’re making a mess on her jeans. your pussy’s twitching, fluttering, practically leaking down her thigh.

“fuck, you’re sensitive today,” she mutters, watching her fingers glisten as she licks them clean. “cute.”

“s-stop—s-stop teasing, please,” you whimper, legs trembling.

“why?” her voice drops, smug and lazy. “you’re fuckin’ squirming, baby. whining like you want me to ruin it.”

her fingers dip again.

two inside, this time curling just right.

your entire body jerks, and she stills, slow grin crawling across her face as your thighs spasm.

“…huh,” she mutters, eyes fixed between your legs. “what was that?”

you can’t even speak. you’re too close. twitching, moaning, your slick leaking down her hand, your cunt clenching so hard her fingers drag deeper on their own.

her thumb brushes just a bit higher,

and something breaks.

you choke on a sound. high, sudden, feral as your whole body jerks. a splash hits her thighs.

sevika freezes.

“…no fuckin’ way.”

her hand stays inside you as your body convulses. hips stuttering, cunt gushing around her fingers, wetness hitting the floor in little droplets.

she watches it all with eyes gone wild.

“holy shit, doll,” she laughs. stunned, low, hungry. “you just fucking—fuck—”

“didn’t know this little cunt could do all that,” she growls, dragging her palm over the mess, coating herself in it. “fucking filthy. look at this”

you try to lift your head, dizzy, drenched, soaked clear through your thighs and hers. and she’s just watching it, mesmerized.

“you ever do that before?” she asks, tilting her head.

you shake yours, weakly. still trembling. “n-no—never—”

her eyebrows rise, and that grin deepens.

“no shit?”

she repositions you so you’re lying on the couch on your back now, legs spread wide on either side of her broad shoulders. she reaches down, runs her fingers through the mess between your legs, slick and wet and dripping off her knuckles.

then she smacks it.

a wet slap right over your swollen, overstimmed pussy, just enough to make your back arch off the bed with a choked cry.

“fuck, that’s hot.”

you gasp, a mix between a sob and a moan, thighs trying to close. she stops them. presses her forearm down against one thigh, spreads you back open, forces you to stay exposed in the wet, sticky aftermath.

“don’t hide,” she murmurs, watching your cunt twitch like it’s hypnotizing. “don’t ever fuckin’ hide from me.”

her hand cups your mound, palm pressing flat, just enough pressure to make you jerk again. she feels the heat, the pulse, the way you clench like your body’s still trying to keep up.

“you squirtin’ for me now, huh?”

another smack—slap!

you cry out. twitch. the mess between your legs grows, warm and slick and leaking.

“look at this pussy, holy shit,” she groans, dragging her fingers over your folds. “gushin’ like a fountain and she don’t even know what hit her.”

“s-sev—i can’t—m’too sensitive—”

“no, you’re not,” she growls, gripping your thigh tight. “you just never had someone make you. but guess what?”

her mouth dips close—hot breath over your cunt.

“you’re gonna do that again,” she says, almost to herself. “fuck the plan. i want that again.”

a lick—slow, filthy, right over the mess.

you shudder. cry out. beg again.

she doesn’t care.

“i’m not stoppin’,” she mutters, tongue dragging back through your folds. “not ‘til you do it again.”

“w-wait—sev—!”

her lips wrap around your clit. she sucks, fingers working lower, two curling deep inside, right at that aching, perfect spot she found the first time.

you jolt, hips snapping, hands scrambling against the sheets. it’s too much, too fast, too—

“ngh—f-fuck—i’m gonna—!”

she pulls back for just a second, eyes glinting, mouth soaked.

“yeah, you are,” she purrs. “you’re gonna soak this whole fuckin’ bed for me.”

and then she dives back in.

sucks your clit, tongue relentless, fingers slamming that spot over and over until your legs start shaking, until your head throws back, until your throat opens and all you can do is scream.

your body snaps. hips kick. thighs spasm.

and then it happens.

warm, sudden, uncontrollable. you gush, pleasure crashing over you like a flood, slick spraying across her hand, her chest, the sheets, your own thighs.

and sevika moans like she’s the one cumming.

like it’s her favorite goddamn sight in the world.

“fuck yeah, baby—just like that. squirt all over me, let it out—good fucking girl—”

you collapse.

limp. shaking. twitching through the aftershocks.

and she’s laughing. low and breathless. hungry.

“told you i’d make it happen again.”

her hand’s still between your legs, rubbing circles, fingers lazy but firm, keeping you on the edge even as you try to escape.

“what?” she smirks. “you thought we were done?”

she leans down, tongue dragging a line from your soaked slit to your navel.

“nah, doll,” she growls. “i want one more.”

a kiss to your inner thigh.

“i wanna see how many times this sweet little cunt can squirt before you pass the fuck out.”

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andersonsprincess · 10 days ago

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women that can kill me are my faves ngl

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andersonsprincess · 10 days ago

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୨୧ It's just ironic how amused abby gets whenever you're blissed out, like shes not fucking the guts out of you.

she lifted your thighs higher, hooking them over her shoulder, thrusting deeper, the strap hitting a spot that made you gasp.

your hands grab at her arms, nails digging in, and she chuckles, clearly loving how you’re struggling to keep it together.

“aaa-abby,” you whine, voice shaky, your head tipping back as another thrust rocks you, your legs tremble, and your eyes are half lidded, blurry with the haze of pleasure.

you’re a mess, and she’s eating it up. “you good over there, baby?” she asks, her tone all mock concern, but that grin says she’s thrilled.

she rolls her hips, slow then hard, making you moan loud enough to echo off the walls. “gosh—slow down,” you manage, your voice breaking as she keeps up the pace, each thrust deep and rough.

your body’s betraying you, hips arching to meet her, chasing the stretch of her strap even as you beg. “slow down?” abby laughs, softly, leaning closer until her breath’s hot on your neck.

“doll, you’re taking it too good for that.” she thrusts harder, the bed creaking, and you cry out, a mix of pleasure and overwhelm, tears pricking your eyes.

“abby,” you moan, louder now, and her grin widens, her hand sliding to grip your hip, keeping you in place. “fuck, it’s—so much.”

“see? that’s my girl,” she murmurs, her voice dropping, almost sweet but still smug. “keep makin’ those noises, baby, hearin’ you fall apart.” she angles her hips, hitting deeper, and your moan turns into a sob, your body shaking as the pleasure builds too fast.

“goddamn,” she groans, watching your face, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy. “you’re a fuckin’ sight like this.” another thrust, and you’re gone, your orgasm hitting hard, a wave that has you gasping, clenching around the strap as your moans spill free.

abby slows, easing you through it, her hand stroking your thigh. “there you go,” she says, smirking as you catch your breath.

you glared at her weak and panting. “you’re such a smug ass,” you mutter, voice hoarse, she laughs, pulling out and flopping beside you, her arm slung over your waist. “yeah, but you love it baby, you ready to go again? bet you wont be able to think straight anymore.”

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andersonsprincess · 10 days ago

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happy fathers day to my #1 baby daddy

abby please come back the kids miss you mama 💔

#wlw #abby anderson #the last of us two #tlou2 #wlw post #abby anderson smut #abby tlou #abby x you

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andersonsprincess · 10 days ago

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happy father’s day to my baby daddies !!

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andersonsprincess · 11 days ago

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dude omegaverse AUs are lowkey insanely sex positive because 90% of everything revolves around sex and everyone is completely fine with it like imagine taking a week off work to get railed to hell and back and your coworkers being 100% okay with it there's no gossip or drama or anything just mark from HR getting his guts rearranged nonstop tuesday through saturday and coming back to work on monday with a fresh bitemark on his neck and meeting his colleagues for lunch like nothing happened what a LIFE

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andersonsprincess · 12 days ago

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so you was just gon let them run a train on you?

idk what this says about me 🧍🏾‍♀️

#wlw #abby anderson #the last of us two #tlou2 #wlw post #emily prentiss x you #stranger things #agatha all along #agatha harkness #wanda maximoff #maria hill #ambessa arcane

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andersonsprincess · 12 days ago

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— first time for everything

abby anderson x fem!reader

cw: established relationship, porn w/ no plot, readers first time squirtingggggg, abby is so sweet, def soft!dom abby, fingering, nipple play, lots of making out, overstimulation, clit stim, she talks you thru it☺️, anal fingering

a/n: writing this with one hand omggg, she makes me so feral I can’t even think normally

wc: 1.3k

“Wait, hold on. What’d you just say, baby?” A slight teasing in her tone.

“Abby! Why are you laughing?”

“No! I’m- I’m not laughing. I’m just.. shocked? I don’t know, I just didn’t expect that.”

“No one’s ever made me, and I’ve just never tried. Are you like fucking.. sq- the squirting master or something?”

The laugh she lets out triggers your own laughing fit.

“The squirting master? Oh wow, that’s hilarious. But, apparently, I definitely am compared to you.”

“Ha ha, you’re so funny.”

The silence settles between the both of you for a second. She doesn’t let it stay that way for long, though.

“You wanna try it?”

“Huh?”

“Do you want to try it out?”

“Oh- um Abby, I don’t even think I could. It’s oka-“

“Trust me, baby. You can squirt, you will.”

The confidence in her voice makes you believe her, but you’re still nervous.

“Okay, sure,” your unsureness was obvious.

“You’ll be fine, sweetheart. Promise.”

“Okay, yeah let’s do it then.”

—

So now, you’re sitting against her on the couch. You’re completely naked while she’s fully clothed. Back against her chest, she tweaks you bare nipples. Teasing them, making you whimper into her mouth, her tongue pushing past your lips.

She has your legs separated with her own, trapping you in her hold. Her other hand is making its way down your torso, but once she reaches where you need her most, she chooses to softly rub your thighs. Bucking your hips to meet her hand wasn’t even possible with the way she has you restrained, you just have to sit there. She won’t let you pull away from the kiss either, so you couldn’t even ask her to touch you anyway. You were dripping, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted, needed you desperate.

Instead, she gathered some of your slick and rubbed her finger against your tighter hole. Pushing past slowly, she feels you gasp against her mouth. Once she fully submerged her finger, she brings it back out again. Before pushing back in, a little faster than before. But that’s not where you need her, arousal is now pooling around her fingers. You pull away from her mouth as best as you could.

“Abs, ohhh fuck. Baby, ple- please. Pleasepleaseplease.”

“What’s up, baby? What d’you need?”

“You, please. I need you.”

“You have me, I’m right here.”

“No, I need you here.” You cup your pussy with your hand, running two fingers through your soaking slit.

“Can you ask a little better than that?”

“I want you to make me cum, please?”

“Thaaat’s better, you got it baby.”

She takes her finger out of your ass, rubbing her middle and ring finger up and down your cunt. From the top of your clit, alllll the way down to your entrance.

“Fuck you are wet baby, soaking my fingers.” She pushes both her fingers into you, filling you up. She isn’t touching your clit though, and that was a problem.

You decide to take initiative and do it yourself. So you cover a couple of your finger in your spit and bring them down to where you’re aching, but she grabs your hand before you even reach your clit.

“Nuh uh, baby. Let me do it, keep your hands to yourself, please.” You sighed out in disappointment, she kept a slightly playful tone but you could tell she wasn’t joking around. You bring your hands down to her sides, grabbing onto her pants instead.

“Thank you.”

“Abb-“

“I know, princess. I’ll get you there, just let me take my time.”

Everything was so much; her fingers playing with your nipples, squeezing them lightly, and her fingers inside of you. It felt so good but it wasn’t getting you anywhere and she knew it, she just needed you to be a little more patient.

When she finally focused on your clit, it was as if the world around you didn’t exist anymore and you were only put on earth only to take her fingers. She brings her other hand down to hold up the hood of your clit, and uses her pointer finger on her other hand to draw small, fast circles on your clit. You wanted to flinch away at the direct contact but it felt too good, instead choosing to relax all your muscles and loll your head back against her shoulder. She doesn’t pick up speed when you ask her to, opting to get you there slowly so that you don’t get too overwhelmed. And when she could tell you were finally about to cum, she still stayed at that pace.

“You gonna cum, princess?”

A string of mhm’s left your mouth. You were too focused on cumming and not focused on answering her properly, something she never took to kind to.

“Answer me, baby. C’mon, I can tell you’re close.”

“Yea- yeah, yes I’m gonna cu- I’m- oh my god I’m cumming- cumming!”

“There we goooo, let it all out.”

You were twitching in her arms by the time your orgasm had subsided, but she didn’t stop. She slowed down significantly, but she was still rubbing your clit softly.

“Breathe, princess. I’m gonna keep going yeah?” You nod, trying to regulate your breathing.

And with that, she goes back to the speed she was doing before. If her legs weren’t holding yours down, you surely would’ve made this a lot harder than it needs to be.

“Slow down!”

“Baby, breathe. It’ll be a lot for now, but after a little while you’ll be fine. Just take some big deep breaths.”

You listen to what she says, trying to calm yourself down so you stop involuntarily moving around.

Your second orgasm doesn’t take very long to build up, she can tell. You were struggling and holding your breath made it feel like you would cum quicker, but Abby didn’t approve of that approach at all.

“I said ‘breathe’, baby. So breathe.”

Her words right in your ear were making you clench around nothing, she was tickling the hairs on the back of your neck. That string at the bottom of your stomach stretched and pulled, the noises that were coming out of you were unholy.

“Oh, my god- Abs, I’m cumming ag- again!”

“Yeah, you are. Go on, princess.” You moan loudly as your second orgasm rips through you, your body is now trembling involuntarily. She finally lets up her abuse on your sensitive clit, pushing three of her fingers into you with ease.

Showing absolutely no mercy at all, she pumped her fingers in and out of you at an insane speed. Your mouth is stuck open in a silent scream, all of the muscles in your body are locked. Then suddenly, a new sensation filled your abdomen.

“Abs- wait, it fee-“

“Feels different, huh?”

“Mhm,” your lip finding its place between your lips as you look down at her fingers pummelling wet mess of a cunt.

“Yeah I bet, don’t fight it, baby. Let it happen, I’ve got you.”

Her words of encouragement were helping you to sprint faster towards the finish line.

Your legs are shaking under hers, signalling how close you really are.

“Rub your clit for me, princess.”

You bring your hand to your clit, shaking fingers rubbing it softly. It helped the speed of the process, almost immediately. A clear steam of liquid pouring out of you, wetting the couch, your legs, and Abby’s hand. It doesn’t stop, so you take your hand away only for it to be replaced by your girlfriends. She uses four fingers to rub over your clit roughly, making even more squirt find its way out.

“Enough- enough please, I- I can’t.”

“Okay okay, I’m all done baby,” she looks down at your face, your glossed over eyes, mouth still hanging open, eyebrows still pinched together, “and I think you might be too, huh?”

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andersonsprincess · 12 days ago

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— a world given to you

ambessa x fem!reader

cw: you're her secretary, mutual pining but she hides it very well, masterbation, public sex (office), gagging, multiple orgasms, degradation, scent kink, reader discovers some things about herself, reader is also kinda a perv but she is in denial, fingering, breath play, minimal aftercare bc of the situation

a/n: whenever i think about ambessa i have to take a deep breath and quickly move on otherwise i start tweaking tf out

wc: 3.8k

Your job was easy— boring, but easy. You didn’t mind sitting in your own company most of the day, but it would be nice if she talked to you more often. You’re both located in your own section on the top floor of the building, a door dividing you from all of your coworkers, which you also didn’t mind. So all day, everyday, the one person you see more than anyone is her— your boss, Ambessa Medarda.

Your desk and her office are separated by a glass wall with a huge glass sliding door, and yet you still barely saw her. She rarely left her office and your desk was facing away from it, it just felt wrong to be look back to see what she was doing. So you never did, most of the time. The only thing that was somewhat frustrating was that her desk was facing you. Which meant when you finished your work you couldn’t just go online shopping, or scroll on your phone, or search up your boss on LinkdIn to see her past employment, one of your favourite past times. She doesn’t have any social media, okay? LinkdIn was a last resort.

You couldn’t help yourself; the way she carries herself, the way she speaks so authoritatively, the perfume she wears, and her jewellery. After a while; it became captivating, you couldn’t help but wonder what she was like. But whenever you ask about her personal life she always brushes you off, she’s never rude to you but she certainly doesn’t answer the way you want her to.

It was almost annoying how professional she was. No matter how tight of a skirt you wore, how sweetly you looked at her, always making sure her requests were met immediately, she never budged. You were sure at this point that she’s noticed your very small, inconspicuous advances. Maybe you weren’t as inconspicuous as you thought.

Today was no different.

The doors swung open, and there she was.

“Good morning Ms. Medarda,” walking over to her to take her coat. It smells just like her.

“Good morning.”

Oh. Okay, no ‘how are you?’ That’s fine. I don’t care.

She walks past you and into her office and the sliding door closes behind her. If it was a normal door, she would’ve slammed it. She was mad, you weren’t sure why though. She said something just before she entered her office but you didn’t hear, and you didn’t think to ask her to repeat it. You were so lost in thought, it startled you when the phone rang. Running back to your desk, you answer the phone just in time.

“Hello, you’ve called Ms. Medarda’s office. How can I help you?”

The conversation when back and forth for a little until the person on the other line said that they had a scheduled phone call with Ambessa in the morning, you reply by saying you’ll transfer the call to her office immediately.

Once you’ve passed the call on, you go back to what you were doing; sitting, staring at your computer— zoning out— waiting for an email from someone telling you to do something, anything. Suddenly, you’re awoken from your trance by a pair of hands coming down onto your desk. Ambessa’s hands, to be exact.

You look up to see a not so pleased look on her face and you immediately sit up straight, before you get to ask what’s wron—

“Did you not hear what I told you before?” The glare on her face made you want to shrink down into a pile of goo at her feet.

“Sorr- I’m- what is it that I didn’t hear?” You stammer over your words, she’s making you nervous. She’s never once spoken to you like this, you’re not sure how to respond.

“Not even ten minutes ago? You didn’t hear when I told you I don’t want to have any phone calls or meetings today?” She talks to you like you’re stupid, acting like the idea of you not hearing her was crazy.

“I’m sorry, no I didn’t. I won’t- I’ll make sure not to transfer you any calls.” You try to stand your ground, not wanting to cower under her.

“Don’t let it happen again. I pay you good money to make no mistakes.”

“Yes ma’am, you do. It wont happen again.” You couldn’t hide the way your voice shook this time.

“It better not.”

You watch as she walks back into her office and sits down, turning back around before she sees you watching her. This continued all day, no matter what you did. She berated you every single time. By the end of the day, you felt pathetic even saying sorry, so you just stood there and took it.

You found yourself counting down the minutes until 5pm, the first time you’ve ever done that. But, surprisingly, it wasn’t because you wanted to leave. It was because the second you walk back into your apartment, you will running to your bedside table to grab your vibrator and go to town. You weren’t quite sure why her treating you like this was making you feel this way, but you did know that you would be replaying those moments in your head while you orgasm.

“I need you to stay back and sort out the files I sent you. I need them printed, in alphabetical order, and in the cabinet in my office.” Her voice once again shakes you out of your trance, luckily you heard what she said otherwise she would probably get mad again.

“What was that ma’am?”

You keep eye contact with her as she walks up to you.

“The files I sent you. Print them. Put them in alphabetical order. And put them in the cabinet. Do you need me to show you which one?” She overemphasises every word, only adding to the throbbing in your pants.

You shake your head at her and watch as she grabs her coat and leaves without saying goodbye.

Oh my god.

All of a sudden you remember your plans and get disappointed, making you feel even more perverted. Oh well, you’ll still have time once you get back.

You get right to it; finding the email, sorting them in alphabetical order before printing them to make things easier, and then finally printing them. The whole process took just over an hour which was kind of annoying, but you didn’t mind. You scan your key tag to get into her office and walk over to the cabinet she was talking about. Once you put each one into its designated place, you close it back up and turn around. Just before you’re about to walk out, you look over at her desk. No one was even here, it’s fine. Walking over, invading her space while she wasn’t there, touching the desk she works at, it was bringing that previous arousal back. You look at the chair, it looked so empty without her sitting in it.

Your hands brush over the arm rest. It was so sudden but out of nowhere you got a whiff of her perfume. You lean forward, taking a deeper breath now that you’re closer. It fills your nostrils, it feels like she right there with you. An awful, disgusting idea comes to mind but you don’t even have time to think logically before you’re pulling your stockings down and taking a seat in her chair. Her scent wraps around you, holds you, guides your hands down to the place you need them most. You use two fingers to gather the slick dribbling out of you and bring them to your eager clit, rubbing slow circles. You put your feet up on the chair so you’re completely exposed, rubbing faster circles as you think about someone walking in.

Your hips moved on their own, grinding up to meet your fingers. The ministrations you were subjecting your clit to became frenzied as you build up your orgasm, biting your lip, arching your back. Dipping your fingers in and out again, bringing them back up and going impossibly faster. You need to cum so bad. It was building quicker each time you took a deep breath to smell her. Finally, the cord in your stomach was just about to snap. As it did you open your eyes again, moaning loudly at the camera in the corner of the room.

The camera. The camera? What? Why is there a camera? That hasn’t been on the whole time right. As if to mock you, the little light in the camera flashes red to signify it was indeed recording everything. You couldn’t even fully finish your orgasm, standing up and running out of the room. You stumble over your feet as you put your stockings and shoes back on and you reach for your key card to open the door again.

It hasn’t fully hit you, the realisation of what just happened. Surely no one was watching, right? I mean they have people watching the cameras outside of the building but there’s no way they would look at the inside ones unless something happened. Right? You decide to just go with that, it eases your mind and helps you stop worrying about someone watching your perverted actions. Also, if you aren’t mistaken, since the camera was in your boss’s office and you’re her secretary you should be able to have access to the footage. If that first thought didn’t calm your nerves, this one surely did. You’ll have to get into work a bit earlier but it should be doable.

Once you get home you close the door behind you, leaving against it and sliding down to until you’re sitting on the floor. You’re still so horny, even after everything. You take your shoes off and go straight to your room, not bothering to take the rest of your clothes off as you look for your friend in your bedside table. You grab the light pink vibe and immediately put it to use, pulling down your stockings and underwear just enough.

You don’t know how long it’s been but by the time you’re finished, but once you are finished you fall asleep.

Not being a morning person wasn’t really a problem with this job since you start at 9am every morning, it was quite easy to be on time. Except if you wake up at, for example, 8:30am. Then it’s a problem. Which in this case, unfortunately for you, wasn’t an example.

You’re running around, trying to get changed, have breakfast, brush your teeth, and do your makeup in 30 minutes. You’ve already decided that you’re going to be late so you just decide to take up the whole 30 minutes getting ready and you can worry about the rest later. It’s only when you’re stepping out of your door that you remember you needed to get to work early to delete the footage, now you’re really worrying. Luckily you’re in walking distance of the office, because now you’re running. Once you make it to the office, you sprint to the elevator, making it just in time before the doors close. You’re getting more and more restless whenever the elevator stops at another floor to let people off.

It feels like forever but you finally reach the top floor, rushing out, hoping that maybe Ambessa was also late.

You brush yourself off in the mirror on the wall, checking your hair and makeup before going inside.

“Well hello, I didn’t think you were coming.” You couldn’t help but cringe at her choice of words, but at least she seems to be in a better mood today. She’s making herself a coffee, something that you normally do.

“Good morning, sorry I’m late I woke up at eight thirty,” you say with a little chuckle as you walk up to your desk.

“Thank you for staying back yesterday,” a small smile on her face as she turns towards you, leaning against the coffee station.

“Oh yeah, it’s no problem it didn’t take too long.”

“Also, I just wanted to apologise for the way I was acting yesterday.”

“It’s okay, I understand it must get stressful. I didn’t mind,” a sweet smile stretches on your lips.

“Oh I’m sure you didn’t.” You chuckle as a reflex but you don’t really process what she’s said until she’s back in her office.

What?

There’s no way she’s seen it. You must’ve misheard her. You absolutely have to delete that footage right now, you can’t wait any longer. You turn your brightness down and log into the security system, scrolling through to find the camera in her office. Once you find the only one it could be, you press it. Only to be met with a screen showing you that you will need a code to access the camera, you put in every code you could think of. And yet, nothing worked. Just when you give up, you hear the sliding door open and you scramble to get out of the security system before she sees.

“I just wanted to go over something, could you come in my office please,” once again, her choice of words were unfortunate.

“Yes, of course,” you follow behind her as she sits down at her desk and you find your spot standing next to her chair.

“I was wondering if you could explain this,” your life flashed before your eyes as she pulls up a video, the video.

The whole video is an embarrassingly short one and a half minutes, and you stand there and watch with your mouth wide open. While she, with a slight smirk on her face, sits back with her legs spread and her arms crossed over her chest. It’s surprising how fast time flies when you’re frozen, watching yourself masturbate with your boss sitting next to you.

She pauses the video as soon as you’re cumming, staring right at the camera. Turning to you, chuckling when she’s see you just standing there with your mouth open in shock.

“I’m so s-“

“There’s no need for that, I’m just surprised you got off on me demeaning you all day. I mean, that is why you felt the need to touch yourself in my chair, am I correct?”

What are you even supposed to say to that, you have no words. Her forwardness makes this whole situation worse than it already was. You just nod. That’s all you can muster.

“Well, I would’ve been happy to help. You could’ve come to me and told me that your needy little cunt needed some attention, I would’ve been more than happy to give her some.” She stands up, making the humiliation wash over ten times more since now she was actually looking down on you.

“Sit down.”

“Wha-”

“I said 'sit down', or do you no longer want my attention?”

You move slowly, you couldn’t move faster even if you tried. She guides you with her hand on the small of your back, pushing you to sit on her chair. Leaning back on the edge of her desk, she motions to your stockings with her pointer finger. You peel them off, shoes falling with them. You leave your underwear on, since she didn’t tell you to take them off yet.

“Go on then.” A smirk growing on her face as her gaze darkens. You give her a confused look.

“Do what you do best. Touch yourself, whore,” you clench around nothing at her sudden degrading words. Looking deeper into her eyes, silently begging for more. She’s not giving you more, not until you do what she’s asked.

You reach down and lift your hips off of the chair, pulling your underwear down. You were about to drop them on the ground before you see her outstretched hand, waiting. She hums when you place them in her hand, putting them in her pocket for safe keeping.

Then, you do what you do best.

Bringing your hand down, you gather the slick that had already dribbled out of you. Using your middle and ring fingers to draw fast circles on your clit, the urge to cum taking over your movements.

“Slow down, and stop being so loud. Do you want someone to walk in?” You take your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to quiet your noises.

It was taking a frustrating amount of time to build up your orgasm and even when you did, one wrong move and it fizzled down immediately. You needed to cum so badly, it was almost painful how hard you were rubbing your clit.

“Didn’t I say to slow down?”

“Sor- I’m sorry, I’m trying- I just- I can’t cum,” the confession falls out of your mouth as a whisper, like it’s humiliating.

“You can’t cum? Why’s that?”

“I don’t kno- it just won’t work,” your patience was already wearing thin and her questions weren’t helping.

“Try harder then.” You weren’t even looking at her but you could tell that she had a sadistic smirk on her face.

“I am trying, what does it look like I’m do—”

“Get up.”

“Wha-?”

She doesn’t repeat herself, just waits for you to listen. When you do, you replaces you on her chair and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you onto her lap. You lean your head back on her shoulder, waiting for her to finish you off. That’s when you felt something nudging at your lips, you open your eyes to see your own panties.

“Open wide, since you don’t know how to shut up.”

You do as she says, opening your mouth wide enough for her to place your underwear in your mouth. They weren’t going to do much, though. You both knew that. So for an extra measure, she puts her hand over your mouth. Muffling your moans and whimpers almost completely, then she continues what you started. Using the arousal that had dripped out of you as lube, she stick two of her thick fingers in. You gasp out at the stretch, she chuckles at your reaction. In and out, over and over again. It felt so good the way she was angling her finger upwards, pushing all the right buttons. Then, she presses the pad of her thumb to your neglected clit, rubbing it softly.

The hand over your mouth also helps to keep you still to a certain degree. But your hips are still grinding up against her hand, making her job rather difficult.

“Stop moving.” Leaving no room for argument, not like you could argue anyway.

Suddenly, you feel her hand move up slightly. She moves it so her thumb and pointer finger are making a ‘v’ shape. You start panicking when she blocks your nose as well, trying to gasp for the air that you didn’t have access to.

“Stop panicking, focus on your orgasm.”

You try as best as possible, and she rewards you by un-pinching her fingers. You take a deep breath in through your nose, barely making it before she closes your airways again. It was scary, the fact that she could decide not to take her hand off. But for some reason, it wasn’t as terrifying as it should have been. You didn’t know if it was because it made you insanely horny to be at the mercy of someone like this, or if it was because you trusted her for some reason. You go with the latter, not wanting to accept that oxygen being a privilege was making you even more wet.

Your orgasm creeps up on you slowly, Ambessa can tell by the way your mouth falls open behind her hand and your eyes rolls back.

“Go on, make a mess.”

That was it. That was what you needed to hear to send you toppling over the edge, if she didn’t have your mouth and nose covered, everyone in the office would’ve heard the moan you let out. As soon as your orgasm hits, she takes her fingers off your nose.

“Breathe, sweetheart. Deep breaths, it’ll be gone again soon.” Her words tickle your ear as you take as many deep breaths as possible. Soon enough, it continues. She pinches your nostrils together again, letting go every now and then. And continues fingering you, letting her thumb softly graze your sensitive clit every time she pushes her fingers in.

She doesn’t stop until you’re creaming all over her fingers, so much that it drips down her hand and wrist. That’s when she takes her hand off your mouth, letting you cough and splutter as you try to breathe properly. You both take a moment, sitting in silence as she helps you gather yourself. She’s rubbing your arm soothingly, helping you to stand and get your discarded clothes back on.

“Are you okay?” You nod at her, your eyes glossed over. She doesn’t like the absence of vocabulary in your answer, you could tell by the expression she gives you.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You give her a little smile.

“Here. Have some water.” She hands you the glass of water that’s been sitting on her desk, placing her hand on the back of your head to help you drink it all. After placing the empty glass back down, she holds your head in her hands.

“Are you alright? Be honest.” The sincerity in her voice was making you melt in her hold.

“Yes. I promise, I’m okay.”

And with that, she walks you back out to your desk. Helping you sit down, laughing at your wobbly knees. Taking a couple of minutes to chat with you, bring you back down to earth with what limited time she had.

Back to work it is, what a way to start your morning. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that you were late, none of that would’ve happened if you weren’t.

Little did you know, she was the one who installed that camera. That was why you needed an access code for that specific one and none of the other cameras in the building, because it’s not a company camera. She’d keep that to herself, of course. She should also probably stay quiet about the fact she just so happened to check up on what you were doing when she got a notification the day before saying that the camera detected movement. She saw you sorting out the files, putting them in the cabinet. Nothing ground-breaking.

Well, not until she saw you stop in your tracks and walk over to her chair. Yeah, she would definitely stay quiet about the fact she watched you touch yourself in real time over the camera. And how she watched as your pleasured expression turned to absolute terror when you saw the camera, yeah she'll keep that to herself.

The only thing she had to think about now is who she has to call to get your desk moved into her office permanently.

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⸝⸝ DIRTY MOUTHS, SOFT HANDS — e.prentiss x female reader

⸝⸝ PREMISE: Emily fucks you stupid on her couch, makes you clean up your mess, eats you out like it’s the last thing she’ll ever do, and then scrubs you clean in the shower with sleepy kisses and giggles before curling up in bed like the world’s softest menace.

⸝⸝ WORD COUNT: 4K

You weren’t even snooping, not really. You were just looking for some old book Emily swore she had somewhere in her place, rummaging through this cabinet by the record player when your fingers brushed something thin and sharp. You tugged it out without thinking, and it was a photo — slightly curled at the corners, black and white, edges worn soft.

And god, the second you actually looked at it, heat bloomed in your stomach like a shot of whiskey. Young Emily, probably mid-30s, leaning against some cracked concrete wall with a cigarette between her fingers, leather jacket hanging off one shoulder, dark hair pulled back but messy, and that exact same sharp, cocky little smirk she still wore when she was seconds away from wrecking someone’s life. Or their pussy. Either way.

You barely heard her come into the room, but then her voice cut through like gravel and silk, making your skin prickle. “I see you found one of my better mistakes.”

Your pulse jumped hard. She was leaning in the doorway, sleeves of her crisp button-up rolled to her elbows, a couple strands of grey loose around her face, one brow arched. She looked good. That kind of dangerous good you only get with age, like she knew every single filthy thing you were thinking without you having to say a word. And worse, she knew she could make you beg for it.

“You looked…” you started, voice catching a little as you glanced back at the photo, “…dangerous.”

She didn’t smile. Not really. Just that slow, predatory curve of her mouth like she was about to ruin you for sport. “Still am, sweetheart.”

And then she was moving. Crossing the room in those long, confident strides, grabbing your wrist, tugging you up like you weighed nothing. The next second, your back was hitting the wall and her mouth was on yours, hot and rough and messy, her hand in your hair as she kissed you like she wanted to own you. No soft teasing. All teeth and tongue, a sharp nip to your bottom lip that made you gasp, and she groaned into your mouth like she fucking liked that.

She tasted like scotch and mint and heat, and your hands clung to her shirt as she pressed you harder against the wall, her thigh slotting between yours. You couldn’t stop the needy little sound that slipped out, and Emily grinned against your lips, murmuring low, “God, you’re easy for me, aren’t you? Bet that pretty pussy’s already soaked.”

You shivered. And then she dropped to her knees. Just like that. No hesitation, like kneeling between your legs was the most natural thing in the world. Her hands slid up your thighs, rough palms, nails scratching just enough to sting, and she pushed your shorts and panties down together. You stepped out of them, heart pounding, heat throbbing between your legs because fuck — the look in her eyes when she glanced up at you, face framed by those grey-streaked strands, was pure hunger.

And then she saw you. Saw how slick your pussy was already, lips glistening, flushed and swollen, your clit stiff and begging for attention. She let out a low, wrecked little sound, like she couldn’t help it, and it made your stomach flip.

“Jesus, baby… look at that.” She ran a thumb through your folds, gathering slick and rubbing it up over your clit in slow, filthy circles that made your thighs twitch. “Dripping already. All this for me?”

You whimpered, nodded, didn’t trust your voice. And then her mouth was on you.

Hot, soft, wet. She licked a long, slow stripe up your slit, groaning at the taste, then buried her face in you like she was starving. Tongue flicking and flattening, curling against your clit, lips sealing around it and sucking so hard you almost buckled. The wet, obscene sounds of it filled the room. You were panting, moaning, hand in her hair, fingers digging into those grey strands, and she just kept going, mouthing at your pussy like it was the best meal she’d ever had.

“Fuck, Emily—” you choked out, legs starting to shake, and she slid two fingers into you, just like that, burying them to the knuckle. You were so wet they slid in with a filthy squelch, and she groaned at the feel of you squeezing around them.

“Goddamn,” she muttered against your cunt, tongue still working your clit. “Tight little thing, aren’t you? Gonna cum for me already?”

You nodded, hips rocking shamelessly against her face, chasing it because it felt too good. Her fingers curled just right, pressing against that perfect spot inside you, and her tongue flicked relentless over your clit until you felt it hit — that sharp, dizzy heat coiling tight in your belly, the whole world narrowing to the wet suck of her mouth, the stretch of her fingers, the filthy wet sound of your pussy taking every inch she gave you.

And then you were cumming. Hard. Gushing over her hand and face, a hot rush of slick pouring out of you as you cried her name, legs trembling, thighs clamping around her head. She moaned, fucking loved it, kept her mouth on you through the whole thing, lapping up every drop of your cum like it was fucking gold.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you gasped, twitching against the wall, and she pulled back just enough to look up at you, lips and chin shiny with slick, eyes dark and smug and wild.

“You taste even better than I remembered,” she rasped, voice rough and wrecked, and then licked a slow, filthy swipe over her fingers before standing. She caught you when your legs buckled, arms strong and steady, and carried you to the couch like you weighed nothing.

Settled you in her lap, pussy still aching and leaking against her thigh, and she kissed your throat, voice a low murmur against your skin. “You have no idea how bad I was back then. Guess I’ll just have to remind you.”

And fuck, you were so gone for her, you knew you’d let her. Knew you’d beg for it.

Emily didn’t even give you a chance to recover. The second she had you settled in her lap, you could feel it — that restless heat in her, the way her hands roamed over your thighs like she couldn’t decide where to start first. You still felt wrecked, pussy swollen and sticky with your own cum, but fuck if you didn’t want more. Needed it. Needed her. And she knew it.

“Clothes off,” she muttered against your neck, nipping at the skin there. Not a question, not a suggestion — an order. One you scrambled to obey, shoving your tank top up over your head, baring your tits to the warm air. Emily’s hands were on you immediately, rough palms cupping and squeezing, thumbs flicking your nipples until they pebbled up tight. You moaned, arched into her touch, and she grinned against your throat. “God, I love these perfect fucking tits. Could suck on ’em all night.”

You tugged at the buttons of her shirt, too impatient to be careful, popping a few open before she swatted your hands away with a wicked little smirk and stripped it off herself. Her skin was warm, soft over muscle, scattered with faint scars and freckles, and you couldn’t help but run your hands over her shoulders, her back, raking your nails lightly down her chest just to hear the way her breath hitched.

“C’mon,” she rasped, hauling you up and manhandling you down over the back of the couch. It wasn’t graceful, wasn’t careful — it was messy and rough and fucking perfect. You felt the cool leather under your stomach, your bare ass in the air, and when you glanced back over your shoulder, the look on her face made your cunt clench hard. Wild. Hungry. Like she’d tear you apart if you asked her to.

“Goddamn, look at this pussy,” Emily groaned, kneeling behind you, spreading you open with both hands. You felt her breath ghost over your soaked folds and whimpered, burying your face in your arms. You were a mess, glistening and swollen and slick with cum, your thighs sticky with it, and it made her fucking moan. “Dripping down your legs for me, baby. Shit — you’re so fucking pretty like this.”

Her fingers slid through your folds, parting them, and you gasped at how sensitive you still were. She didn’t give a fuck. Two fingers pushed into you again, slow and deep, and you moaned loud, hips rocking back to meet her hand. The wet, obscene squelch of your pussy taking her fingers filled the room, and Emily groaned low, fucking you rougher, harder, until you were panting for her.

“Yeah, that’s it,” she muttered, her other hand slapping your ass hard enough to sting. “Take it, sweetheart. God, you sound so fucking good like this. Bet you’ll cum all over my hand again before I’m done with you.”

And then — fuck — her mouth was there. Hot, wet, her tongue sliding down between your cheeks, licking a filthy, slow circle around your tight little asshole. You gasped, back arching, legs trembling.

“Emily — Jesus fuck—” you choked, and she just laughed, deep and filthy, her breath hot against your slick, flushed skin.

“Could eat this ass for hours,” she growled, tongue flicking against you again, wet and soft and dirty as hell. You moaned, high and desperate, grinding back against her face, against the relentless thrust of her fingers inside your soaked pussy. “So fucking tight, baby. Gonna stretch you open one of these nights, make you beg for it.”

You whimpered, shameless, both hands coming up to squeeze your own tits, rolling your nipples between your fingers, tugging hard because it made the pleasure spike even sharper. Emily groaned at the sight of it, fingers curling just right inside you, grinding against that perfect spot.

“Look at you,” she rasped, voice wrecked. “Playing with those perfect tits while I ruin your pussy. God, you’re perfect.”

Your moans got louder, desperate, the wet slap of her fingers getting faster, her tongue still teasing your ass, flicking and circling until your whole body was shaking.

“I’m gonna — fuck, Em — I’m gonna cum—” you gasped, voice breaking.

“Do it,” she snarled, fucking you harder, rough and messy. “Cum for me, baby. Make a mess. I wanna feel that pretty cunt squeeze my fingers.”

And you did. Hard. Cum gushed out around her hand, wet and hot and filthy, your whole body seizing up, a broken sob of her name tearing out of your throat. Your legs gave out, but she held you there, kept working you through it until you were trembling, whimpering, hips twitching, slick dripping down your thighs.

Emily groaned like it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. “Jesus fucking Christ… you’re unreal.”

When she finally pulled her fingers out, she licked them clean, slow and filthy, then gave your ass a sharp slap. “Think you can handle another round, sweetheart?” she murmured, leaning in to kiss your shoulder, breath ragged.

And fuck, the way your cunt throbbed at the promise in her voice told you exactly how this night was gonna end.

Your mouth found hers like you were starving for it, like the only thing keeping you upright was the taste of Emily fucking Prentiss. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t soft — it was filthy, a wet, desperate clash of mouths, spit slicking both your lips, tongues tangling in a way that made you moan into it. She bit your bottom lip, not enough to hurt, just enough to make your cunt clench around nothing, and you chased her mouth when she pulled back, gasping.

“Jesus, you’re a mess,” Emily rasped, palm sliding up the side of your neck, thumb smearing spit over your cheek. “Look at you.”

And then those fingers — still slick with your own cum, still warm from being inside you — slid past your lips. You opened up for her without hesitation, let her push two fingers deep into your mouth, curling them against your tongue, pressing them down like she was testing how much you could take. You gagged just a little, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth, and she groaned at the sight.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Deep throat my fingers, baby. Show me how bad you need it.”

You whimpered around them, lips stretched, your eyes watering as she pushed deeper, making you choke a little, spit dripping down your chin. Emily smirked, her other hand in your hair, holding you there, her hips rocking slow like she was imagining it was her cock down your throat instead. You drooled all over her hand, spit pooling in your mouth, and she finally pulled her fingers out with a wet pop, lifting them above your face.

“Look at this,” she murmured, watching the thick string of spit stretch from your lips to her fingers. “Such a good, messy girl.”

And she fucking licked it up. Brought her fingers to her mouth and let your spit drip down into it, swallowing it with a dark, satisfied little hum, eyes locked on yours.

You were still gasping for breath when she grabbed your chin, dragged you down to her chest, and shoved your mouth against one of her tits. “Suck,” she ordered, voice rough and frayed around the edges.

You latched onto her nipple like it was the only thing tethering you to the earth, your tongue flicking over the tight peak before you sucked hard, teeth grazing it just to hear the sharp gasp it pulled from her. Emily groaned, her head tipping back, one hand tangled in your hair, the other sliding down your back, guiding you closer.

“Yeah, baby, just like that,” she growled, grinding her thigh up between your legs. The thick, solid pressure made you cry out, your swollen, sensitive pussy catching on the firm muscle of her thigh, still soaked and aching from everything she’d already done to you.

“I— fuck, Emily — I can’t—” you babbled, hips rocking anyway, chasing the friction like you had no control over your own body.

“Yes, you fucking can,” she hissed, her thigh flexing, pressing harder against your cunt. “Ride it, sweetheart. I wanna feel how wet you still are.”

And you did. Because you couldn’t not. Your clit throbbed against her thigh, every drag of your soaked pussy over her skin sending sharp little shocks through you, making your breath hitch and your hips stutter. You were a mess — moaning against her tits, your hands clutching at her hips, babbling half-formed pleas between gasps.

“Emily, fuck — it’s too much — I’m gonna cum again — I can’t—”

“You will,” she bit out, voice wrecked with how turned on she was. “You’ll cum all over my fucking thigh, baby, make a mess for me. Show me how filthy you are.”

Her hand slid between your bodies, fingers finding your nipple, tugging hard while you sucked at the other, the pain sweet and sharp, and the combination of her thigh grinding against your clit and her rough fingers on your tits sent you tumbling over the edge again. You sobbed her name, your whole body shuddering, thighs clenching around hers as you came, cum gushing out of you, soaking her skin.

Emily groaned, grinding up against you through it, holding you close while you fell apart in her arms, your mouth still latched to her breast, still whimpering against her skin.

“Goddamn, you’re perfect,” she breathed, lips at your temple, her voice nothing but raw, dark heat. “And you’re mine.”

You barely had a second to breathe before Emily was grabbing a fistful of your hair, tilting your head back to look down at you with that dangerous, wrecked little smirk she got when you’d completely fallen apart for her. You were still trembling, your thighs sticky and raw from grinding against her, cum slicking the muscle of her thigh — and she glanced down at it like it was the most beautiful fucking thing she’d ever seen.

“Clean it up,” she rasped, voice rough with want, tugging you down toward it. “C’mon, baby. Get that pretty little mouth to work.”

You didn’t hesitate. You dropped to your knees, perched on the edge of the couch between her spread legs, and dragged your tongue across her thigh, lapping up your own mess. The taste of yourself mixed with sweat and her skin made your head spin, made your pussy ache all over again, sensitive and sore and still greedy for more.

Emily moaned low, one hand fisting in your hair as you cleaned her up, licking long, slow stripes, your tongue slipping through the mess of slick you’d left behind. She flexed her thigh against your mouth and you groaned against her, hips rocking down against the empty air just from the sound she made.

“Fuck, look at you,” she murmured, eyes dark and heavy-lidded. “So desperate. Bet you’d eat anything I told you to, wouldn’t you?”

You didn’t answer. Just let your teeth graze the inside of her thigh before you kissed your way higher, right up to where she was already wet, already glistening, her pussy flushed and swollen, slick dripping down onto the couch. God, she was perfect — soft lips, flushed a deep, messy pink, the hood of her clit already pulled back enough to show how sensitive she was. She smelled fucking incredible. That deep, heady, raw scent of sweat and pussy and arousal so thick it made your mouth water.

“Em,” you whispered, breath ghosting over her folds, and she let out a sharp, needy sound.

“Do it,” she ordered, voice hoarse. “Eat my fucking pussy, baby. Make me cum on that filthy tongue.”

You moaned, diving in without hesitation, licking a long, slow stripe from her hole up to her clit. She gasped, hips jerking, and you grinned against her. You flattened your tongue and licked her again, savoring the taste of her, then sealed your mouth around her clit and sucked. Hard.

Emily’s head tipped back against the couch with a raw, ragged moan. “Oh, fuck, yes. Just like that. God, you’ve got the perfect mouth.”

She rocked her hips against your face, grinding herself down on your tongue, riding it without a shred of shame. You let her — let her use you, slick dripping down your chin, your tongue flicking and circling her clit before you slipped it down to her hole, fucking it into her as deep as you could manage.

“Jesus—fuck, baby, you eat pussy like it’s your fucking job,” Emily groaned, both hands in your hair now, tugging hard enough to make your scalp sting. “God, you’re gonna make me cum — fuck — don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop—”

You moaned into her, the vibrations making her cry out, her thighs clenching around your head. You slipped one hand up, rubbing two fingers over your own still-sensitive clit while you tongue-fucked her, messy and sloppy, your nose bumping against her clit, catching every little gasp and hitch in her breath.

And when you felt her start to shake, felt the sharp little tremor roll through her body, you sealed your mouth over her clit again, sucking hard while you thrust your tongue inside her one last time.

Emily came with a wrecked, broken sob, her whole body tensing, thighs squeezing your head so tight it almost hurt. “Fuck — fuck yes — don’t stop — oh my god, baby —”

You didn’t. You worked her through it, lapping up every drop of slick that spilled out of her, her cunt twitching against your tongue, her hips jerking every time you grazed her clit. She tasted like heaven, like sweat and sex and pure filth, and you didn’t stop until she was dragging you up by your hair, pulling your mouth off her pussy with a wet, obscene sound.

Her face was flushed, hair a mess, chest heaving. She looked down at you, at your spit-slick mouth and glassy eyes, and smirked.

“Jesus Christ,” she breathed, cupping your face, wiping her slick off your chin with her thumb. “You’re fucking mine.”

And god, the way your cunt throbbed at the sound of it — you knew she wasn’t even close to done with you yet.

Even though you knew deep down Emily could’ve kept you up all damn night — ruined you over and over until your legs stopped working and your voice was shot — the two of you eventually slowed down. Your breathing calmed, the raw, frenzied edge dulled into something warm and heavy and soft between you. Emily leaned in, kissed your swollen lips, and murmured, “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get cleaned up.”

You padded into the bathroom together, the soft glow of the light catching the shine of sweat and slick still clinging to your skin. Emily grabbed a warm, damp cloth and started gently wiping you down, all that mess between your legs, over your breasts, down your thighs. The touch wasn’t rushed or clinical — it was slow, affectionate, her thumb brushing little circles into your hip as she worked. You smiled up at her through heavy-lidded eyes and returned the favor, trailing the cloth down the inside of her thighs, watching her stomach jump a little when you ghosted over her still-sensitive pussy.

The shower was hot, steam filling the small space, and you melted under the spray. Emily pulled you against her, hands smoothing up your back, thumbs pressing into tight knots you didn’t even realize you had until she worked them out. You groaned under her touch, head dropping to her shoulder while she kneaded at your muscles.

“Jesus, baby. You’re all tension,” she murmured against your hair. “Gonna have to make this a regular thing.”

You grinned, your cheek against her wet skin. “Not complaining.”

She massaged you until you felt boneless and hazy, then reached for the shampoo. You traded places, lathering up each other’s hair, fingers scrubbing through thick strands, giggling every time the suds ran down into your faces or when you slipped and accidentally elbowed each other in the ribs. You took turns rinsing each other off, kissing along wet shoulders, nipping at each other’s necks in between lazy, smiling pecks on the mouth.

When you finally dragged yourselves out of the shower, you were half asleep on your feet, both of you wrapped in big fluffy towels. Emily toweled you off, her hands slow and warm, drying every inch of you like you were something precious. You did the same for her, watching the way the droplets clung to her silver-streaked hair before dabbing them away.

Then she brushed your hair out, taking her time, untangling the wet strands while you sat between her legs, head lolling back onto her stomach with a soft, content little hum. You switched, running the brush through her dark, damp hair, blow drying it until it gleamed. Every now and then you’d press a kiss to her shoulder or the back of her neck, and she’d let out this soft, pleased sound, tilting her head to give you more room.

By the time you tugged one of Emily’s old FBI Academy shirts over your head — the fabric soft and smelling like her — you were giggling sleepily, body limp with that perfect, floaty exhaustion. The shirt hit you mid-thigh, and Emily whistled low, grabbing your hips and pulling you in for one last kiss.

“Look better on you anyway,” she muttered against your lips.

You crawled into her bed together, sheets cool and crisp, and as soon as your head hit the pillow, Emily pulled you in against her chest. One arm slung around your waist, her leg tangled with yours, and she buried her face in your hair with a sigh.

“You good, baby?” she murmured.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, smiling against her skin. “Perfect.”

And in the quiet, you felt her lips press to your temple, both of you sinking into the warmth, your heart thudding slow and steady against hers. Neither of you said another word. There wasn’t a need.

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