gildedwillow

[gildedwillow]

— A NIGHT AT CASEY'S — c.novak x female best friend

PREMISE: You always crash at Casey’s place after nights out — but this time, drunk and giggly, you accidentally walk in on her jerking off in her bedroom. Instead of leaving, you close the door behind you, lean against it, and ask, “Why didn’t you ever tell me you were packing that?” The look she gives you changes everything.

WARNINGS: daddy kink, rough sex, creampie, choking (light), spanking, biting/marking, breast play, g!p Casey, dirty talk, begging, degradation, body worship, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, possessiveness, mutual obsession, unprotected sex.

WORD COUNT: 3.2K

The door wasn’t even supposed to be open.

You were just looking for a T-shirt, something soft and oversized to crash in after a night out. Both of you half-drunk, hair messy, skin still warm from laughing too hard over greasy takeout on her couch. But when you round the corner to her bedroom, the light’s on, the door cracked, and what you see makes the air catch in your throat.

Casey’s sitting at the edge of her bed, legs spread wide, her head tipped back against the wall. One arm draped lazily over her stomach, the other wrapped around the thickest, meanest-looking cock you’ve ever seen in your life. And you don’t even think she’s noticed you yet.

She’s jerking herself off in slow, steady strokes — palm slick with what looks like a mess of lube and precum, her long fingers curling around the thick shaft like she owns it. And goddamn, she should. That thing is massive. Heavy, veiny, flushed dark at the tip, the crown angry and swollen and drooling a fat bead of slick that rolls down over her fist with every stroke.

You swallow, your legs going weak at the sight, pussy clenching tight in your underwear like it knows exactly what it’s looking at. Heat blooms low in your belly, sharp and sweet and filthy. You didn’t know Casey was packing something like that. Hell, you hadn’t even really let yourself imagine it.

But now you can’t stop.

Her cock is gorgeous — long and thick, veins bulging along the underside, the head a flushed, deep pink that glistens with slick. Every time she fists her hand down to the base, her stomach flexes, a soft, shuddering breath leaving her parted lips. You can hear the slick slide of her palm, the wet sound obscene in the quiet of the room.

She murmurs something under her breath, low and rough, and her hips twitch upward into her fist.

You’re wet already — embarrassingly so — your pussy throbbing behind your panties just from watching her work her cock like that, from seeing how good she looks with her legs spread wide, skin flushed, a lazy smirk ghosting across her lips as her strokes slow, teasing herself. And she still hasn’t seen you.

You don’t even realize you’ve stepped closer until the floor creaks under your foot.

Her head snaps forward, eyes latching onto yours — and god, the way her pupils blow wide when she sees you standing there, all flushed and needy-looking in the doorway, makes your breath hitch.

“Well, well,” Casey rasps, voice thick, a crooked grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. Her hand still slowly works her cock, squeezing the base and giving a little upward stroke that makes her grunt. “Didn’t hear you come in, sweetheart.”

You can’t even pretend to look away. Your gaze drops straight to where her cock is still glistening in her grip, slick and heavy, a fresh bead of precum gathering at the tip. Your thighs press together like it’ll help, but it doesn’t.

“I…” you start, then shake your head, voice barely a whisper. “Jesus, Casey.”

She grins wider, the kind of cocky, dangerous smile that makes your stomach flip. “What’s wrong? Never seen a cock before?”

“Not like that,” you admit, heat flooding your face and between your legs. You lick your lips, unable to tear your eyes away from the way her fist moves, the way her abs tense, how thick that thing looks — and god, you feel yourself getting wetter just standing there. Your panties are damp now, clinging to your pussy like a second skin.

Casey lets out a low, smug little chuckle. “C’mere, baby,” she murmurs, voice hoarse, her thumb brushing over the tip of her cock and smearing the slick bead across the head. “No point in just watchin’, huh?”

Your pulse trips, stomach tight, your body already moving before your brain catches up.

You cross the room, the heat of her skin, the obscene size of that cock in her lap, the thick, musky scent of her arousal hitting you like a punch to the gut.

And you want it.

You want her.

You wanna see if you can even take it.

You reach her, your knees brushing against the inside of her spread thighs, and fuck, she’s even bigger up close. Her cock is thick, long, the head flushed so dark it looks almost angry, glistening with slick precum and the shine of lube. The veins stand out along the shaft, her fingers wrapped tight around the base like she’s holding back from just grabbing you and pulling you down onto it.

You can feel your pussy throb, wetness pooling in your panties so heavy it’s probably visible if you stripped them off right now. She can tell, too — the way her eyes drop to your hips, that little smirk tugging at her lips like she knows exactly how soaked you are without even needing to touch you.

“Go ahead,” Casey murmurs, voice low and thick, her free hand reaching out to rest on your waist. “Touch it.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

Your fingers brush over the head first, slick and hot and so fucking heavy in your hand. Precum beads at the tip, and when you swirl your thumb through it, Casey groans, her hips twitching up into your touch.

“Fuck, baby,” she rasps, head tipping back against the wall, her throat working around a swallow. “Didn’t think you’d actually have the guts.”

You smirk, wrapping your hand around the shaft just under the head — your fingers can’t even fully circle it, not with how thick she is. The skin is so hot it makes your pussy clench hard, slick dripping down the inside of your thigh.

“Didn’t think you were packing something like this,” you breathe, stroking her slow, watching the way her abs tense, the soft flex and jump of her cock in your hand.

“Could’ve asked,” she grins, voice a little shaky now, her eyes locked on your hand moving over her cock. “Would’ve let you have it anytime you wanted.”

You lean in, dragging your tongue over the swollen head, tasting the salt and heat of her. She lets out a sharp, choked sound, her hand tightening on your waist.

“Jesus fuck,” she groans. “Open that mouth, sweetheart.”

You do, licking up the underside, tracing the thick vein that runs along it before wrapping your lips around the tip. She bucks up instinctively, the fat head pushing against your tongue, stretching your mouth wide.

It’s a stretch — you can already feel your jaw ache a little and you’ve barely taken the tip — but fuck, the way she groans, the tight grip of her hand tangling in your hair, it makes your pussy throb, your clit pulsing against the wet cling of your panties.

“God, you look so fuckin’ good like this,” Casey growls, her hips giving a shallow thrust that pushes her cock deeper into your mouth. “Bet that cunt’s soaked already, huh? Drippin’ for my cock?”

You moan around her, and she hisses through her teeth.

“Shit — yeah, you are,” she mutters, pulling you off her with a wet pop and grabbing your chin so you’ll look at her. Her cock glistens with your spit, a fat bead of precum still clinging to the slit. “Take those off.”

You peel your shorts and panties down in one motion, letting them drop to the floor, and her eyes drop immediately to your pussy. Her mouth curves in a crooked, hungry grin.

“Look at you,” she murmurs, stroking herself slow again as her gaze trails over your soaked folds, the way your arousal shines in the low light. “So wet for me already. Knew you’d be like this.”

Your face heats, but you don’t care — not when you’re aching like this, not when your pussy’s clenching around nothing just watching her fist that big, gorgeous cock.

“Casey,” you whisper, stepping closer, reaching to brace your hands on her shoulders. “I need you to fuck me.”

A low, guttural groan tears from her throat as she drags you into her lap, her cock pressing hot and heavy against your inner thigh.

“You sure, baby?” she rasps against your neck, teeth grazing your skin. “I’m not gonna be gentle.”

“Good,” you breathe, grinding your slick pussy against her length, shuddering at the obscene heat and size of it. “I don’t want you to be.”

And with that, she grabs her cock, lines it up with your entrance, and pushes the head against your soaked folds.

You cry out at the stretch, at the thick, slow push as she works just the fat head into you. It’s so much — bigger than anyone you’ve ever taken — your walls clenching around her, your pussy trying to suck her in even deeper.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Casey growls, teeth gritted, sweat beading on her brow as she holds herself back, easing deeper inch by inch. “Goddamn, baby… feels so fuckin’ good.”

Your nails dig into her shoulders, hips rolling instinctively, chasing that fullness, the obscene, perfect stretch of her cock inside you.

“More,” you gasp, panting against her ear. “I want all of it.”

Casey lets out a strangled, desperate sound and snaps her hips up, sinking the rest of her cock deep into your pussy in one rough, wet thrust.

You swear you see stars.

And she’s still not done.

The stretch borders on unbearable, a deep, searing ache that makes your thighs tremble as Casey bottoms out inside you. You swear you can feel her cock in your stomach, thick and pulsing, your pussy stretched impossibly tight around her. The sound you make isn’t even a moan — it’s a needy, broken whimper, your body jerking as your clit grinds down against the rough line of her pelvis.

“Fucking Christ,” Casey groans, her hands digging into the fat of your ass, fingers flexing hard enough to bruise. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking wet… so tight… fuck.”

You can barely answer, already drunk on the stretch, your pussy spasming around her cock as she rocks her hips, just a slow, grinding drag of her length against your walls. Every inch is thick and hot and perfect, veins dragging along your sensitive flesh, the fat head nudging deep inside, right against that spot that makes you cry out.

You can’t help it — you lean in, lips latching onto her neck, and bite down hard. You want to leave a mark, want her to wear you tomorrow, flushed and aching beneath her lawyer-collar and crisp jacket.

Casey snarls when your teeth sink into her throat, one hand coming up to grab a fistful of your hair and yank your head back. Her eyes are wild, pupils blown, a grin curling at her lips.

“Yeah? You like leavin’ your marks, sweetheart?” she growls, her voice ragged as she bucks her hips up into you. “Go ahead. Fuckin’ claim me.”

And you do.

You bite her again, this time at the curve of her shoulder, hard enough that she groans, her cock twitching inside you. Then you trail your lips lower, mouthing at the swell of her tits, sinking your teeth into the soft skin there too, leaving little red dents and bruises as your tongue flicks over her nipple, teasing her until she shudders beneath you.

Her hands never stop moving — one squeezing your ass, the other sliding up to palm your breast, rough and greedy. She tugs at your nipple, pinching just enough to make you whimper, your cunt clenching hard around her cock.

“Goddamn, look at you,” Casey grits, slamming her hips up harder now, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. “Riding my cock like you’ve been dying for it.”

And fuck, you have.

You roll your hips, grinding down onto her, chasing every thick, perfect drag of her cock against your walls. Slick sounds fill the space between your bodies, your juices coating her length, dripping down onto her balls. It’s filthy, wet, fucking perfect.

Your clit grinds against her pelvis with every thrust, sharp sparks of pleasure shooting through you, and you know you’re close — can feel it building, your pussy tightening, your breath catching.

Casey feels it too. She reaches between you, two fingers finding your clit and circling it hard, fast, without mercy.

“C’mon, baby,” she growls, sweat shining on her skin, her eyes locked on yours. “Wanna feel this tight little cunt squeeze my cock. Cum for me.”

The pressure tips over, white-hot and blinding, your body seizing up as your orgasm rips through you. You cry out, grinding down onto her, your nails digging into her shoulders, your pussy clenching so tight around her cock that she hisses through her teeth.

“F-fuck, yeah — just like that, baby, milk my cock — fuck,” she pants, hips snapping up into you, chasing her own release.

You’re still shaking, breath ragged, as you lean in and bite her collarbone one more time, claiming her, marking her up like she’s yours. And she fucking is — the way her cock throbs inside you, the way she groans your name, it’s yours.

Casey’s thrusts turn erratic, her breath catching on a curse as her cock swells, and then she’s spilling inside you — thick, hot pulses of cum flooding your pussy, filling you so full it leaks out around her cock, dribbling down onto the bed.

She groans deep in her chest, crushing you against her as she rides out every last twitch, her fingers still teasing your clit, coaxing aftershocks from you until you’re trembling.

When it’s over, you both collapse into each other, sticky and spent, her cock still half-hard inside you, your teeth marks already blooming red against her skin.

And you grin against her neck.

“Leaving all those marks on you, counselor,” you murmur, voice wrecked and smug. “Better button that shirt high tomorrow.”

Casey chuckles, breathless, her hand smoothing down your back. “Shit, sweetheart,” she grins, voice still hoarse. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Your legs barely have time to stop shaking before Casey grabs you again, hauling your body up like you weigh nothing, tossing you down onto your back. The mattress dips beneath you, the sheets still damp with sweat and cum. Your pussy’s still leaking, stretched wide from how hard she just fucked you, but the second she strokes her cock — thick, flushed dark, and glistening with your slick and her cum — you feel yourself clench all over again.

Casey shoves your legs up, hooking them over her shoulders, folding you in half. The angle has your tits pushed up, your nipples stiff and flushed, chest heaving as you pant up at her. She runs her palm up your thigh, fingers squeezing into the muscle, her other hand stroking her cock — that big, fat thing jerking in her fist, veins thick and pulsing, precum drooling from the swollen, angry head.

“Look at you,” she groans, cock slapping against your soaked folds, making you jolt. “Tits bouncin’, pussy so fuckin’ wet for me. You ready for Daddy’s cock again?”

You’re already whining, hips twitching up for it, your body fucking desperate.

“Please, Daddy,” you breathe, your voice wrecked and filthy. “Need it — need you to fuck me.”

And Casey fuckin’ grins, cocky and feral, leaning down to press the thick head against your hole. Your cunt stretches around the tip instantly, still so soaked you both moan at the wet, obscene sound of it.

“Fuck, baby — you’re so fuckin’ stretched already. Can feel how loose this pussy is for me,” she rasps, voice breaking as she pushes deeper. Your walls drag over every vein, the fat ridge of the head catching against your walls before it pops inside.

You let out a desperate, broken cry as she bottoms out in one rough thrust, your tits bouncing with the force of it, the slap of her hips against yours sharp and wet.

“God damn,” Casey groans, sweat shining on her chest, her abs flexing as she holds herself there, feeling your cunt flutter around her. “Still so fuckin’ tight — greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

Your nails dig into her arms, your tits bouncing with every hard, brutal thrust she gives you. The angle’s so deep you swear you can feel her cock in your guts, the thick base grinding against your clit, making you sob.

She fucks you like she owns you — hard, fast, reckless. The bed rocks with every slap of her hips, your legs shaking over her shoulders. Her body’s gorgeous above you, muscles flexing with every snap of her hips, her tits bouncing with each movement, sweat trickling down her stomach.

Your own body’s reacting like it’s wired straight to hers — every rough drive of her cock sending another pulse of slick gushing from your cunt, your tits bouncing, your nipples so tight it aches.

Casey’s watching you, her eyes glazed with lust, her lip curling into a filthy grin as your mouth drops open in a wrecked, helpless moan.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” she pants. “Bounce those pretty tits for Daddy. Love seein’ you fall apart on this cock.”

She drops one hand down, thumb circling your clit with rough, fast pressure, while her other hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head swim.

“C’mon,” she growls, her thrusts going harder, the wet slap of your bodies obscene and perfect. “Say it. Say who’s fuckin’ you this good.”

“Y-you, Daddy,” you choke out, tears stinging your eyes, your pussy spasming around her. “Only you — only your cock feels this good.”

That does it. Casey snarls, hips slamming home with bruising force, her cock throbbing deep inside you. The pressure on your clit, the stretch, the dirty words — it’s too much. Your orgasm rips through you, your body locking up, a scream tearing from your throat as your cunt clamps down around her cock.

You gush around her, soaking the sheets, your tits bouncing violently as she keeps fucking you through it, chasing her own release.

“F-fuck, baby — that’s it,” she groans, her face tightening, her cock swelling inside you. “Gonna cum — gonna fill you up again — take every fuckin’ drop like a good little slut.”

With a ragged growl, Casey slams in one final time, her cock buried to the hilt as she unloads deep inside you. You feel it flood your pussy, thick, hot spurts of cum coating your walls, dripping out around her cock. She groans through clenched teeth, muscles flexing, cock jerking with every pulse.

The pressure, the stretch, the heat of it sends another wave of aftershocks through you, your pussy milking her for every drop.

When it’s over, she collapses onto you, her cock still deep, both of you slick and filthy and breathless. Her mouth finds your neck, teeth sinking in to leave another claim, while her hand lazily toys with your oversensitive clit, making your legs tremble.

“Might keep you like this all fuckin’ night,” Casey murmurs, voice smug and wrecked, her cum leaking from your stretched hole around her thick cock. “Goddamn, sweetheart — you were made for Daddy’s cock.”

And you can’t even speak, too blissed-out and wrecked to do anything but whimper for more.

[gildedwillow]

obedience to you - emily prentiss - 18+

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emily prentiss might be in control at work, but behind closed doors, she’s yours to tease, use, and ruin. after a night of public teasing that leaves her painfully hard, you take her home and make her watch as you strip, denying her every touch.

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g!p emily prentiss x fem!reader

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requested - emily prentiss taglist - masterlist

The music’s a slow, pulsing throb under your skin, bass vibrating through the velvet walls of the VIP lounge. You’re in Emily’s lap, straddling her, arms draped lazily around her neck like this is just another dance — except your hips are moving slow, deliberate, your mouth grazing her ear as you whisper things no one else can hear.

She’s trying so hard to behave. Hands gripping the armrests like they’re her lifeline, knuckles white. Her dark eyes are locked on your face — jaw clenched, lips parted just enough for you to see the shaky exhale she can’t quite suppress. Her suit jacket’s rumpled now, tie loosened from the heat, from you. And god, you can feel it. The way she’s hard beneath you, cock straining against her slacks as you roll your hips, again and again, pretending like you're just enjoying the beat.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” you purr, voice dipped in honey as you grind down just a little harder, enough to make her flinch. “Not touching me, even though I know how badly you want to.”

Emily’s breath stutters. Her fingers twitch on the armrests, just once, and you reward her restraint with a kiss to the underside of her jaw. She moans softly, barely audible over the music — but you hear it. You feel it. Her cock is throbbing against you now, thick and hot, and she’s probably aching from the way you’ve been teasing her all night. Leaning in too close at the bar, slipping your hand into her lap under the table, whispering dirty little promises while she tried to keep it together in public.

“You’re dripping down your thigh, aren’t you?” you murmur, dragging your lips over her cheek as she shudders. “Bet your cock’s so sensitive it hurts. Poor thing.”

She whimpers, head falling back just slightly, exposing her throat in a silent, desperate plea. It’s too easy to smile, smug and cruel in the best way, as you press your hand between your bodies and cup her through her pants. She bucks instinctively and you tsk.

“No. You don’t get to touch anything tonight unless I say so. Hands stay right there. You understand?”

Emily nods fast, frantic. “Yes, ma’am,” she breathes, voice cracked open, pupils blown wide with lust and submission.

“Good girl.”

You don’t even turn on the lights when you get home — you want her squirming in the dark, want her focused only on how you touch her, how you command her. The door slams shut behind you, and Emily’s already fumbling with her jacket like she’s on the edge of breaking, but you press her back with one firm palm to her chest.

"Strip. Everything. But don’t you fucking touch your cock."

Her breath catches in her throat — a high, shaky sound that’s almost a moan — but she obeys. Her hands tremble as she works off the layers, her slacks hitting the floor with a soft sound, boxers right after, and there it is. Her cock, flushed and thick and so hard it’s bobbing slightly with each tiny movement, veins prominent, the head wet and shiny with precum. She’s dripping — like she’s been leaking for hours — and maybe she has, considering how much teasing you put her through at the club.

You let her sit on the edge of the bed, legs spread just enough to make room for you as you sink to your knees between them, still fully clothed. You rest your hands on her thighs and look up at her.

"Look at you," you murmur, voice sultry and low. "So hard it hurts, huh? I can see your cock twitching, baby. You gonna beg for it?"

Emily’s already panting, her fists clenched into the sheets behind her. “Please,” she whispers, hips twitching forward despite herself. "I—I need it so bad, I can’t—fuck, I can’t think—"

"Oh, poor thing," you coo, leaning forward, letting your lips barely brush her inner thigh. "You gonna come just from my mouth?"

She whimpers. “Please, yes—need your mouth, I can’t take it—please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so fucking good—”

That’s all you need.

You wrap one hand around the base of her cock, squeezing just enough to make her gasp, then slowly lick from the underside up to the head, tasting the precum already smeared there. She bucks slightly, immediately apologizing, breathless — “Sorry, sorry, I’ll stay still—” —and it makes you smile as you swirl your tongue around the head, teasing the slit.

"Good girl," you purr, before taking her in deeper, lips wrapping around her thick cock as she groans, ragged and raw.

She’s big. Long and heavy on your tongue, thick enough to stretch your lips wide as you slide down her length, your hand stroking what your mouth can’t reach. Her cock pulses against your tongue, the taste of her precum salty and addictive. You hollow your cheeks, suck hard — and she cries out, a soft, broken sound like she’s trying not to sob.

You know you look like sin. Your cleavage is on full display, breasts pushed up tight in your top, your pussy soaked through your panties and pressed against the floor as you rock your hips for a little friction. But it’s all for her — every moan you let out as you suck her, every time you drag your tongue along that sensitive vein on the underside of her cock, is to undo her completely.

Emily’s shaking now, thighs trembling on either side of you. “I—I can’t—fuck, I’m gonna come, please—let me, please, I need to—”

You pull off just long enough to growl, “Not until I say.” Then you take her deep again, swallowing around her as you bob your head faster, jerking the base of her cock in rhythm with your mouth. Her hips jump — she’s holding herself back with everything she’s got.

“Please—pleasepleaseplease—” she’s sobbing now, barely coherent, voice wrecked. “Let me come, let me, I can’t hold it—”

You pull back just enough to tease her tip with your tongue and whisper, “Come in my mouth.”

She shatters.

With a strangled cry, her cock jerks in your hand and she spills hot and thick down your throat. You moan around her, swallowing greedily, loving the way she whimpers as the orgasm crashes through her — hips twitching, whole body shaking under your control. You don’t stop until she’s given you every last drop, licking her clean as her thighs twitch helplessly.

When you finally look up, her eyes are glassy, lips parted, cheeks flushed deep red. She looks utterly wrecked. And you?

You just smile, wiping your mouth slowly with the back of your hand.

"Good girl. Now lie back. I'm not nearly done with you yet."

She’s still trembling when you rise to your feet, her chest heaving, cock softening slightly between her thighs but still slick, flushed, needy. You don’t speak. Not yet. You just start moving — slow, deliberate — your fingers sliding to the hem of your top as you hold her gaze.

Emily’s wide-eyed, helpless, wrecked — and starving for you.

You peel your shirt up inch by inch, giving her a slow reveal of bare skin, your stomach flexing as you stretch, then your lacy bra coming into view. Her breath catches audibly.

“God, you’re—fuck,” she whispers, eyes raking over you like she’s trying to memorize everything. “You’re so beautiful…”

You smirk as you drop the top and move your hands to the waistband of your skirt, taking your time unzipping it, hips rolling gently side to side like you’re dancing just for her. The fabric falls to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your panties and bra — both black, both sheer enough to leave little to the imagination.

Emily’s eyes darken. She leans forward instinctively, hand lifting toward your waist like she can’t help herself. You slap it away — not hard, but sharp enough to make her jolt.

“Nuh-uh,” you warn. “You don’t touch until I say. You want my body? You watch it first.”

She groans — head falling back a second, teeth clenched like she’s holding herself together by a thread. You reach behind your back and unclip your bra, letting it fall off your arms. Her eyes drop to your chest instantly, pupils blown wide.

“Fuck… your tits—” she whimpers, breathless. “You know how much I—please, I wanna touch, I wanna taste them so bad…”

You cup them in your own hands, rolling your nipples slowly between your fingers, moaning just a little as your body reacts — nipples tightening, pussy clenching in anticipation. You see the way Emily twitches — her cock starting to swell again, helpless to your show.

“You’ll get your chance,” you murmur. “But I’m going to ride you first.”

You hook your fingers into the waistband of your panties and peel them down slow, letting her see the wet string of arousal sticking to the fabric. You’re soaked — your thighs glistening, your pussy visibly aching for her — and she makes a desperate, strangled sound as she watches you step out of them and climb back into her lap.

Her cock is rock hard again, flushed dark red and slick with her own release, twitching eagerly beneath you. You position yourself over her, rubbing your folds along her shaft, spreading wetness from tip to base, teasing you both with the promise.

“Can I touch you?” she begs again, voice cracked and reverent. “Please, I’ll be so gentle, I’ll—fuck, please let me hold your tits while you ride me—”

You lean in close, your lips ghosting over hers but never kissing. “You love my tits that much?”

“Yes,” she gasps. “So fucking much—”

You take her cock in one hand and line yourself up, and as you sink down onto her, you grab her wrists and guide her palms to your chest.

“Then touch. Show me how much.”

Emily moans like she’s been given salvation. Her hands come up to cup your breasts reverently, fingers splaying across your soft skin, thumbs brushing over your aching nipples. You start to ride her slow — grinding your hips, letting her feel every tight, wet inch of you envelop her cock.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” she gasps, head falling back against the mattress as her hands knead your tits. “So tight, so wet—so fucking perfect—”

You bounce on her cock with increasing rhythm, your thighs slapping against hers, your pussy clenching around her thick length as she fills you again and again. You brace your hands on her chest, back arching as you ride her deeper, harder, your breasts bouncing into her eager palms.

“Touch me like that,” you pant, “and I might let you come inside me.”

That’s all it takes. Emily’s hips start to jerk, her cock throbbing deep inside you as she grips your breasts harder, rubbing and squeezing like they’re the only thing keeping her tethered to reality. You clench around her, moaning as you feel her swelling inside you, every vein dragging along your walls perfectly.

“I’m gonna come—please, I’m gonna come inside, let me—please, please—”

You ride her faster, leaning down to kiss her finally, your lips crashing onto hers just as her cock pulses hard inside you — thick, hot ropes of cum spilling deep into your pussy. You grind through it, milking her, moaning as her body shudders beneath you, her grip on your breasts tightening just shy of painful.

You don’t stop until you’ve wrung every drop out of her, until you feel her twitching, overstimulated, whimpering against your mouth as you finally slow.

When you sit up again, her cum is dripping out of you, thick and warm between your thighs, and her cock is still buried deep inside.

She looks up at you like she’s seen heaven.

And maybe she has.

She’s still hard inside you.

Barely. Sensitive. Twitching. But hard — and that’s all you need.

You grin, slow and wicked, as you lift your hips and let her half-soft cock slide out of your cum-dripping pussy with a filthy wet sound. You don’t give her a moment to recover. You just shift, press her back flat against the bed, and straddle her chest, your soaked cunt hovering just above her face.

“Did I say you could come?” you ask, voice low, taunting. Her eyes widen — she knows it was allowed — but you’re already smirking, grinding your wet pussy along her chest, smearing her own cum across her skin.

“I—I thought—” she starts, but you reach down and slap her cock lightly — just enough to make her whimper and twitch.

“You thought wrong, baby. I said maybe. You came like a desperate little bitch anyway. So now you’re going to make it up to me.”

You grab her by the hair and drag her face between your thighs, not gentle in the slightest. She gasps at first, but her mouth opens fast, eager, tongue darting out to lap at your folds like she’s starving for you — and maybe she is. You ride her face with no hesitation, grinding your pussy against her mouth, your slick lips parting over her nose, her chin. She moans against you like it’s a gift, and you pull her hair harder.

“Don’t just lick — eat me, Emily.”

And she does.

Tongue plunging between your folds, sloppy and desperate, licking into your dripping pussy with a devotion that’s almost pathetic. She sucks your clit when you grind down harder, and you reward her with a deep moan, grabbing the headboard with one hand while the other stays tangled in her hair, riding her face with ruthless rhythm.

She’s so fucking good like this — mouth stuffed with your cunt, cock twitching uselessly against her stomach, eyes half-lidded with overwhelmed need. You fuck yourself on her tongue until your legs start to tremble, until you're soaked and throbbing and overstimulated — then you pull away, dripping onto her lips and watching her chase your pussy with a broken whimper.

“Mm-mm,” you hum, crawling back down her body until you’re hovering over her cock again. “You don’t come again until I say. You don’t move unless I tell you. Understand?”

“Y-yes,” she pants, breathless, her lips shining with your slick. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good girl.”

You line her back up and sink down hard — all at once — taking her back into your pussy while she sobs, back arching like her body can’t handle the overstimulation. Her cock’s still overly sensitive, still slick with her last release and your arousal, but it slides in deep, stretching you open again, filling you in one tight, brutal thrust.

Her thighs shake. Her hands clench the sheets.

You ride her without mercy.

Fast, punishing, wet. Skin slapping, bodies colliding, your pussy sucking her back in every time she tries to squirm from the intensity. Her cock throbs with every stroke — already on the edge again, just barely holding on. You lean down and press your tits to her chest, grinding harder, your breath hot against her ear.

“Your cock’s mine,” you whisper. “This tight, aching little thing? It belongs to me. I’ll fuck you until you cry, and you’ll say thank you, won’t you?”

She nods frantically, barely able to breathe. “Thank you, thank you—fuck, I love your pussy—I love how it feels, please don’t stop—”

You grab her throat — not to choke, just to hold her still — and ride her faster. Your breasts bounce against her chest, your soaked cunt clenching, milking her cock like you want her to break.

“Touch me,” you pant finally, and she doesn’t even hesitate — her hands come up to your chest like they belong there, fingers cupping your tits, thumbs flicking your nipples as you ride her deeper.

She’s losing it. You can feel it — her cock twitching wildly inside you, her breath ragged, your name falling from her lips like a prayer.

“I’m gonna—fuck, I can’t hold it—”

You dig your nails into her chest. “You will. You’ll beg for it.”

“Please,” she sobs, “please, I need to come in you again, let me, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything—”

You clench hard around her, grinding down to take her as deep as she’ll go.

“Come for me, baby.”

She breaks again.

With a long, broken cry, her cock pulses inside you, hot cum shooting deep into your pussy, again and again, as you moan and ride through it, wringing her dry. Her hands clutch at your tits like they’re the only thing keeping her grounded, her body twitching beneath you as she fills you all over again — your slick mixed with hers dripping down her thighs.

You don’t slow until she’s begging you to stop, completely spent and wrecked beneath you.

And even then… you consider going one more round.

[gildedwillow]

hell babe, I’ve definitely gotten off to your fics

i'm glad to have been of some service my love <3

[gildedwillow]

Hi! Just wanted to say LOVE your writing, the length/word count is always perfect and so is the smut, so hats off to you. Would you be interested in writing a Melissa fic with gip for Mel and it's cockwarming her at home while she does work, with a mommy kink. If not its cool, hope you have a great day.

uhm YES OH MYYY

[gildedwillow]

do you ever think about how many girls are getting off to your emily fics?

- a satisfied reader

omg no, but now i am

[gildedwillow]

YOU ARE A LITERAL GENIUS!! Your dirty talk is PHENOMENAL, I want to kiss you!!!! Please continue to write🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 (AND YOU FOLLOWED ME BACK, OH MY)

AHHH, TYSM MY LOVE

[gildedwillow]

right, okay. i'm back and will start posting and working on requests soon! life has been hectic, oh my dayssss.

[gildedwillow]

hey- another anon mentioned alexandra cabot and I just want to come in to double down on that, I would totally love to see you write Alex. smut, please? perhaps you're the defense counsel's paralegal she just can't keep her eyes off of?

𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮!

[gildedwillow]

Hi ghost follower just wanna say your writing is so fuckin sexy. Lmao buttttt I been thinking casual but also smutty day with Melissa x g!c! reader( ;

𝗴!𝗰 ??

[gildedwillow]

I didn't say hi in the other ask so, hello dear!! Do u think about writing other genres? I feel like you would do fantastic doing angst!🤍

𝐢'𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭. 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨. 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜?

[gildedwillow]

Hello!

I’m not sure if you have ever watched Law and Order SVU……but if you have could you PLEASE write an Alex Cabot fic 😔🙏

There are not enough Alex Cabot fics in the universe and I’m a sucker for the counselor lol

But please if you could send help for this Alex Cabot lover lmao 💀

𝐨𝐦𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞?

[gildedwillow]

back of the fire truck - melissa schemmenti - 18+

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you’d only meant to drop off the kids at melissa’s school, a quick stop, a favour for your captain. but the second her hand slides down your turnout pants and finds just how hard you are for her, you’re being dragged behind the fire truck, shielded only by the open doors. “just a quick taste,” she murmurs, sinking to her knees as students laugh and scream not ten feet away. you know damn well this won’t be quick.

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melissa schemmenti x g!p! firefighter fem!reader

You pull the fire truck up in front of the school like it’s just another community visit, but the second you see her waiting out front, arms crossed and eyes glinting beneath those tinted sunglasses, you know this day is about to take a turn.

Melissa Schemmenti is trouble in the sexiest goddamn package you've ever seen. Today, she's got her hair pinned up in that intentionally messy way that makes your fingers itch to pull it down, and she’s dressed like she’s daring every teacher in that building to break the dress code. A low-cut black top that dips just enough to show the swell of her tits — not enough to be scandalous, but enough to make your mouth dry. A fitted blazer hugs her waist, but it's the leather pants that do you in — hugging every inch of her hips and ass like they were poured on.

You’re half-hard the second you step out of the truck.

You try to focus on the task at hand. Kids are filing out, teachers chattering, and you’re supposed to be the professional, the firefighter giving a quick tour and safety demo. But when Melissa walks past you to gather the students, she brushes her fingers along the curve of your arm, subtle as hell, and gives you a look over her shoulder. You know that look. It says follow me, even if her lips don’t.

So, you do. You circle around to the back of the truck, supposedly to grab some handouts, but your pulse is already kicking up. The heavy turnout pants do nothing to hide the way your cock is pressing against the inside of them, already thickening at the thought of what she’s about to do.

You’ve got a nice cock — thick, veined, with a slight upward curve you’ve learned how to use to your advantage. The kind that drags along all the right places when you're buried inside her, the kind that makes her moan your name in that low, rough voice like she’s coming undone. Right now, it’s rock hard and twitching just from the sound of her heels clicking around the side of the truck.

“Couldn’t wait to see me in uniform, huh?” you murmur, the second she appears behind you. She doesn’t say anything at first — just gives you that smirk that says you have no idea and closes the distance between you.

Before you can blink, her fingers are at your belt, already working it open with practiced ease.

“I told myself I’d behave today,” she whispers, lips brushing your jaw, “but then you showed up lookin’ like a goddamn wet dream.”

You grunt, trying to keep your voice low, but the second she gets your cock out, it’s over. Her hand wraps around it, slow and greedy, and you swear your knees damn near buckle. She drags her palm up from the base to the head, her thumb smearing precum over the tip as she stares down at it.

“Still curved just right,” she murmurs, almost to herself, licking her lips. “Bet you’re aching to be inside something, huh, hero?”

You can barely breathe, nodding like an idiot as she sinks to her knees between the open back doors of the truck. You’re hidden just enough to be safe — maybe — but you can still hear the kids laughing at the front, a teacher asking someone to line up. They could come around any second.

Then Melissa’s lips wrap around your cock, and none of that matters.

She takes the head slow, tongue swirling over it before she sinks down further, stretching her mouth wide around you. Her lips glide over every ridge, every vein, and when she hits that slight upward curve, she moans. Moans. Like the shape of your cock alone is turning her on, and you feel it — the vibration of her voice shooting right through you.

“Jesus, Mel—fuck—” you breathe, gripping the edge of the truck as your hips twitch forward, just a little.

She doesn’t gag. She takes it like she’s done it a hundred times before — which she has — and her hands come up to hold your thighs as she works you deeper. Her mouth is hot, wet, sinful, and every time she pulls back, her tongue drags under the head just right, making you see stars. Then she’s sinking down again, eyes locked on yours like a challenge. Don’t you dare look away.

The kids are still there. The staff is still there. Any one of them could step out, take a peek behind the truck, and find the school’s most feared teacher on her knees with your cock stuffed down her throat. And somehow, that only makes you harder.

Your fingers tighten in her hair, guiding her rhythm now — short, sloppy strokes that pick up speed. You feel your balls tightening, that electric tension curling low in your gut, and you whisper her name like a warning.

She doesn’t stop.

Doesn’t flinch.

She just looks up at you, mouth full, and nods — like she wants it. Wants you to cum in her mouth, down her throat, right here, out in the open.

That’s all it takes.

You explode with a sharp gasp, your hips stuttering as hot ropes of cum spill onto her tongue. She swallows all of it — doesn’t even blink — just keeps sucking you through it, drawing every last drop until you’re trembling from head to toe.

When she finally pulls off, your cock slips from her lips with a wet pop, and she licks them like you’re her favorite goddamn dessert.

“You always taste like sin,” she murmurs, standing up like she didn’t just drain you behind a public service vehicle in the middle of a school field trip. She smooths her blazer, checks her lipstick in the reflection of the truck, then pats your cheek gently.

“Fix your pants, hero. You’ve got kids to impress.”

And just like that, she walks away, hips swaying, heels tapping, leaving you wrecked and still trying to remember how to breathe.

It’s been hours, but you’ve been hard since the moment her lips wrapped around your cock. And Melissa? She’s been fucking relentless.

You’d thought, maybe, you could hold it together for a school field trip. Be a professional. But the way she’s been working you all afternoon? She knew exactly what she was doing — brushing past you every time you turned around, flashing you those tits beneath that low-cut top, leaning in just close enough for her perfume to melt your brain.

She didn’t just want you distracted — she wanted you wrecked. And by the time the kids are back inside and you finally step behind the firetruck to breathe, you’re barely keeping it together.

But you don’t get a chance to cool off.

She’s already behind you.

You feel her before she speaks — her body presses up against yours from behind, and her hands? They’re already at your belt, fingers fast, impatient. She doesn’t even give you a warning this time. Just starts unbuckling you like she owns your cock.

“I’ve been dripping all fucking day,” she murmurs, mouth hot against your ear. “Thinking about how you filled my throat. I can still taste you.”

Your heart punches your chest, blood rushing south so fast it makes you dizzy. You spin around, grab her by the waist, and lift her like she weighs nothing. She lets out a startled gasp, then wraps her legs around you, grinning like she won. You don’t even care if someone’s watching — you’re too far gone.

You carry her straight into the back of the firetruck and slam the doors behind you, cutting off the outside world like it never existed.

Inside, it’s quiet. Dim. The faint smell of smoke and rubber hangs in the air, but all you can smell is her. That mix of perfume and sweat and raw, needy sex.

You press her against the inner wall, kissing her hard, teeth dragging over her lower lip as your hands fumble with her blazer. You rip it open, the buttons popping, and shove it off her shoulders like it offended you. Then that low-cut top is next, pushed up and over her tits until they bounce free — and fuck, your cock jumps at the sight of them.

Full, heavy, perfect. Her nipples already hard, begging to be sucked. You groan, honestly, helplessly — you’ve seen them a hundred times, but you swear they hit harder every time. You palm them both, squeezing greedily, brushing your thumbs over her nipples until she arches into you with a gasp.

“God, I’ll never get enough of these,” you mutter, dragging your mouth down her neck, licking and biting your way to one perfect breast. “You’ve got the best fucking tits I’ve ever seen.”

Melissa moans as you take a nipple into your mouth, sucking slow and deep, your tongue flicking over it while your other hand works down to her pants — those tight leather ones you’ve been eye-fucking all damn day. You fumble with the zipper, impatient as hell, until she reaches down to help, shimmying them over her hips.

That’s when you realize — no panties. Just bare, wet skin and the musky, addictive scent of her arousal hitting you like a fucking drug.

“Jesus, Mel,” you breathe, hand sliding between her thighs. “You’re soaked.”

She’s dripping — her pussy slick and hot, lips swollen and glistening. Your fingers slide through it easy, parting her folds until you find her clit and draw a slow, dirty circle around it.

“All for you,” she pants, grinding down against your hand. “You gonna stop teasing me now? Or do I need to ride your cock myself?”

That’s it.

You yank your pants down just enough to free your cock — thick, veiny, already leaking. The head is flushed deep red, and that slight upward curve is damn near twitching at the sight of her. You run the tip through her wetness, letting her juices slick your shaft, and she whines, trying to push her hips forward to take you.

You grab her ass with both hands and lift her again, lining up that cock, and the second the head presses against her entrance — tight and needy — she digs her nails into your shoulders.

“Don’t you fucking tease,” she growls.

You don’t.

You thrust into her in one slow, brutal stroke — and fuck, the way she takes you. Her pussy clamps around you like she’s starving for it, every inch of her heat wrapping tight around your curve. You groan into her mouth, forehead pressed to hers, fighting to keep it together.

She’s soaked. Slick as hell. You’re sliding in and out of her with wet, obscene sounds, your cock hitting that perfect spot with every thrust thanks to that curve. And she feels so good around you — snug and warm and pulsing, like her body was made to take your dick.

“Harder,” she gasps. “Come on, baby. You’ve been aching for this all day. Fuck me.”

You slam into her harder, faster, the whole firetruck shaking with every thrust. Her tits bounce with each movement, and you can’t help but suck one into your mouth again, moaning against her skin as she cries out, head falling back.

It’s hot. Messy. Desperate. You’re both sweating, grunting, clawing at each other like animals. Her pussy’s squeezing you tighter with every stroke, and you can feel her getting close — the way her moans get higher, how her hips start to jerk in time with your thrusts.

“Gonna cum on this cock,” she pants, fingers clutching your ass to pull you in deeper. “Gonna fucking soak you, baby—don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—”

You feel it the second she breaks.

Her whole body locks up, and she screams your name as she cums, soaking your cock, her pussy fluttering around you like it’s trying to milk every drop.

And fuck — you can’t hold it anymore.

You slam into her once, twice more, then bury yourself deep, cock throbbing, and unload inside her with a ragged moan. Hot ropes of cum flood her pussy as you grind in, her legs locked tight around you, her teeth on your neck, your name a broken sigh in your ear.

You stay like that for a moment — shaking, panting, her slick dripping down your shaft, your cum still leaking into her — before she lets out a breathless laugh.

“We should really do more school visits.”

You groan — partly because she’s fucking impossible, and partly because… goddamn it, she’s right. You don’t even answer. You just shift your hips back and your still-hard cock slips out of her, slick and shining with your cum and hers.

And fuck, you’re already hard again.

It’s that risk, that rush — the fact that someone could knock on that door any second, or open it and find you both naked, sweating, soaked in cum. That dangerous edge has your cock twitching, already aching for more.

Melissa notices, of course.

Her eyes drop down and she bites her lip, then slides down to her knees again, like she already knows what you need.

“I knew you weren’t done,” she purrs, hands on your thighs. “That cock’s too greedy.”

You chuckle, breathless, as she leans in to kiss the head of your cock — just once, a soft little tease — before pulling back and sitting on her heels.

“Fuck my tits,” she says.

Your brain short-circuits for a second.

She peels the rest of her top off, tossing it aside, then reaches up and grabs those perfect tits — full, heavy, flushed pink — and pushes them together around your cock like she was made for this. You groan as the head pops out between them, already smeared in slick, precum pooling on her skin.

“C’mon, baby,” she breathes, looking up at you through her lashes. “You love these tits so much, put that cock to work.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

You grab the base of your shaft and line it up between them, then thrust forward, watching your cock disappear into that soft, warm heaven. It’s tight between her breasts, her skin slick from sweat and your cum, and the friction is unreal. You rock your hips, fucking your cock between her tits, groaning low and filthy as you watch your length glide in and out of her perfect cleavage.

She presses them tighter, spitting on the tip to make it even slicker, then sticks her tongue out and licks the head every time it slides forward. That little flick of wet heat sends a jolt through you, and you moan, hips snapping harder now, chasing that high all over again.

“Fuck, Mel—look at you,” you grunt. “Your tits feel so fucking good… you’re gonna make me cum again.”

“Do it,” she pants, licking the tip every time it peeks out. “Wanna see you cover me. Wanna feel it all over my face.”

That’s all it takes.

You feel your balls tighten again, the tension coiling low and hot as you fuck faster, rougher, the head of your cock now pulsing against her tongue. You grip the back of her neck with one hand, steadying yourself, and slam into that soft valley one last time—

Then you’re cumming.

Hard.

With a broken groan, your cock throbs between her tits and you explode — thick ropes of cum shooting up her chest, splattering across her collarbones, her chin, and then right across her cheek and tongue. She moans like it’s her reward, licking the mess off her lips, keeping her tits pressed together to catch every drop.

Your cum drips down the slope of her breasts, painting her skin in white streaks. She looks wrecked — and god, she’s never looked hotter.

She leans back on her heels again, grinning up at you, cum glistening on her chest, her cheeks flushed.

“Think you’ve got it out of your system now?” she asks, teasing, as she scoops some of your mess off her tits and sucks it off her finger.

You just stare at her, cock twitching again.

“…You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Your legs are still trembling when you pull back, still dazed from the way you just emptied every drop of cum between her tits and all over her face. Melissa’s still kneeling, her chest glistening, licking one last streak of white from the corner of her mouth like she enjoys being coated in you.

And fuck, maybe she does — maybe that’s what’s got her smirking like she just won a game you didn’t even realize you were playing. You’re standing there, tits rising and falling beneath your half-unzipped uniform, heart pounding, skin flushed, and your still-sensitive cock twitching in the air between you — and all you can do is stare at her. At the way she scoops another little smear of cum off her breast and pops her finger into her mouth like it’s candy.

You groan softly, then reach for a towel from the little first-aid bin at the side of the truck, swiping it across her chest, still warm from where your cock had been pressed between her tits. She shivers at your touch but doesn’t stop you, letting you clean her like you own her, like it’s the most natural thing in the world to be kneeling on the floor of a firetruck after getting wrecked in every way possible.

You help her back up to her feet and the two of you start scrambling — laughing under your breath, still tipsy on lust and adrenaline. You try to wipe each other down, pulling your shirt back into place, tucking your cock away as gently as possible because fuck, she’s still that kind of sore.

Melissa’s shimmying her bare, sticky thighs back into those leather pants, sucking in her breath as the fabric presses against the mess you left behind. She doesn’t say anything, but the way her eyes flick to you while she buttons them up — slow, smug, still wrecked — says enough. You know damn well she’s going to be carrying the feel of you between her legs for the rest of the day.

You’re just pulling your jacket over your still-throbbing chest when it happens.

A knock on the door.

Three short, sharp taps — too casual to be official, too perfectly timed to not send a bolt of panic right through your spine.

You both freeze.

You choke back a laugh and slap your palm over your mouth, your other hand flying out to press your finger to Melissa’s lips before she even opens them. She’s wide-eyed, lips parted, her chest still rising and falling fast, and that look in her eyes? That’s giddy. She’s turned the hell on.

You lean in, whispering so low it’s barely sound, “Shh—don’t even breathe.”

She nods, biting down on her lip hard, holding back a laugh of her own as she tugs the zipper on her pants the rest of the way up, her hips shifting slightly like she’s still trying to tuck your cum deeper inside her.

Another knock. This one a little slower.

You shoot her a look that says, be cool, then suck in a deep breath and straighten your back, stepping over to the door and praying you don’t look as freshly-fucked as you feel. You can still taste her, still smell her all over your skin, and the heat of her mouth on your cock is imprinted on you like a damn brand. Your fingers are still shaking. Your thighs are wet. You’re 100% not okay, but you force a smile anyway and reach for the handle.

[gildedwillow]

heyhey :) you should make a masterlist so it's easier to find all your yummy content

𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐞𝐞 <3

[gildedwillow]

Please Emily x reader Smut jalousy

𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐖𝐈𝐏'𝐬!

[gildedwillow]

୨ NAVIGATION ୧

╰┈➤ hey, i'm willow! nineteen, bisexual and from south africa!

╰┈➤ requests are open! shoot me a message or send me an ask, either works!

╰┈➤ masterlist below the cut.

˗ˋˏ E.PRENTISS ˎˊ˗

the daddy files: daddy's busy, baby - emily prentiss - 18+

you only wanted a little attention. but when daddy finally gives it to you, it’s more than you ever knew you needed.

just keep sucking while i handle everything - emily prentiss - 18+

you’re beneath her desk, glossy pink lips wrapped around her cock while she speaks calmly on the phone. she strokes your hair gently and mouths, “good girl,” when you take it deep.

try it on - emily prentiss - 18+

she drags you into a high-end bridal boutique, pretending you're shopping for a dress. but as soon as you're half undressed in the changing room, she's inside you — grunting against your neck.

obedience to you - emily prentiss - 18+

emily prentiss might be in control at work, but behind closed doors, she’s yours to tease, use, and ruin. after a night of public teasing that leaves her painfully hard, you take her home and make her watch as you strip, denying her every touch.

˗ˋˏ M.SCHEMMENTI ˎˊ˗

late night phone call - melissa schemmenti - 18+

you call her late, voice all sleepy and sweet. she’s already in bed, voice rough with exhaustion, but when you start describing what you’re wearing… she’s suddenly wide awake. “put the phone on speaker,” she growls. “and don’t stop touching yourself until i say so.”

it’s too big .. i want all of it - melissa schemmenti - 18+

melissa’s already trembling before you even get inside her. she’s straddling your lap, blouse open, skirt bunched around her waist, and her soaked panties pushed to the side. your cock is thick, long, and heavy against her slit — so much bigger than anything she’s had before.

you don’t get to come ‘til you fuck yourself dumb on it - melissa schemmenti - 18+

she makes you ride her hands-free—just your hips working to take all of her, over and over again. every bounce makes the water splash, your tits bobbing in her face while she licks and sucks your nipples raw. “look at you,” she growls, grip bruising on your thighs. “stuffed full and desperate. Is that all you’re good for, huh? taking cock like a dumb little slut?”

she denies you until you're crying - melissa schemmenti - 18+

"not yet," she purrs, lips brushing your ear as her fingers slow to a stop. you’re bound with her silk scarf, writhing against the sheets, begging like it’ll change anything. it never does.

back of the fire truck - melissa schemmenti - 18+

you’d only meant to drop off the kids at melissa’s school, a quick stop, a favour for your captain. but the second her hand slides down your turnout pants and finds just how hard you are for her, you’re being dragged behind the fire truck, shielded only by the open doors. “just a quick taste,” she murmurs, sinking to her knees as students laugh and scream not ten feet away. you know damn well this won’t be quick.

[gildedwillow]

i loveeee reading your fics it's so crazy good.. 😭😭 especially the new one!?! whattt did you put on that?!

i still think it's crazy that you followed me back

𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁!

[gildedwillow]

Please write more Melissa x reader content! Your writing is super strong and vivid. Probably the most smutty Melissa fics that I’ve read to date are written by you. So again, please write more!!!

𝐭𝐲𝐬𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!!