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undercover aftermath (emily prentiss)

PAIRING: emily prentiss & fem reader DESCRIPTION: emily reminds you who you belong to after being undercover CAUTION: spit, swearing, fingering, oral, strap-on, power dynamics, slight mention of your undercover stint WORD COUNT: 2.7k AUTHOR'S NOTE: sorry for any mistakes, i wrote this at 3am x

The case had been brutal. Deep undercover, you had played your part perfectly, too perfectly, as far as Emily was concerned. You had spent weeks infiltrating a high-profile trafficking ring, posing as an informant willing to trade information for protection. The role required you to get close to dangerous men, to endure their scrutiny, their suspicion, and, ultimately, their violence.

It was part of the job, you reminded yourself each time a hand lingered too long on your waist, each time a leering gaze made your skin crawl. You had prepared for it, trained for it. But nothing could have truly prepared you for the moment one of the men decided to test your loyalty.

They had cornered you in a warehouse, questioning your motives, threatening to expose you. A punch to the ribs to make you talk, a knee to the stomach to remind you of your place. You played your role flawlessly, feigning just enough fear to convince them, keeping just enough strength to make it out alive. The team had extracted you before it escalated further, but Emily had seen enough. She had seen the blood on your lip, the bruise forming beneath your shirt, and the way you winced when you breathed. And she had been forced to do nothing, to stay in character, to keep her rage in check until the case was wrapped up.

Now that you were finally safe in your hotel room, she was done holding back.

The moment the door clicked shut behind you, Emily grabbed your face and kissed you hard. There was no hesitation, no preamble, just raw possession in the way her tongue parted your lips and claimed you. Her hands gripped your waist, pressing you into the wall, her thigh slipping between yours with deliberate pressure.

"You’re mine," she growled, voice thick with frustration and something darker, something desperate.

"Em --" Your voice barely made it out before she was nipping at your jaw, sucking a bruise just beneath your ear, her fingers already working at your shirt.

"Take this off," she demanded. You obeyed without hesitation, wincing slightly as the fabric brushed over your ribs. Emily’s eyes darkened, her fingertips ghosting over the deep bruise before she kissed the spot - soft at first, then harder, her teeth grazing over sensitive skin.

"They hurt you," she murmured, voice softer now, but no less intense. "I’m going to make you forget every second of it."

Then she was everywhere at once - lips, hands, body pressed to yours as she guided you toward the bed. You barely registered the moment your back hit the mattress before Emily was stripping you completely, her eyes locked onto you like you were the only thing that mattered.

She spread your legs wide, her gaze darkening as she took in the sight of your soaked pussy, glistening and aching for her touch. "Fuck," she breathed, dragging her fingers up your inner thigh, teasing just shy of where you needed her most. "So wet already. You want me to take care of you, don’t you?"

You whimpered, hips shifting in search of contact, but Emily only chuckled, pressing a single finger along your slit, sliding it up to circle your clit in agonizingly slow motions.

"Look at you," she murmured, voice thick with arousal. "So fucking needy."

She leaned down, lips pressing open-mouthed kisses along your stomach, her breath warm as she finally flicked her tongue over your clit. The sudden contact made you jolt, a sharp gasp escaping as she wrapped her lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked.

"Oh, fuck..." Your fingers tangled in her hair, your body arching as she licked you with broad, slow strokes, her tongue relentless, flicking and teasing, alternating between sucking and circling your swollen clit. She knew exactly how to unravel you, how to make you squirm and plead, her hands gripping your thighs, keeping you spread open for her.

She trailed her mouth up, hovering over your chest, her eyes locked onto yours. Then she gathered saliva in her mouth and spit onto your nipples, watching as it glistened over your sensitive skin. Her tongue followed immediately after, swirling the warm spit around each hardened peak, teasing, flicking, then sucking one deep into her mouth.

The sensation made you moan, your back arching as she switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention; spitting, swirling, sucking, her teeth grazing just enough to send pleasure straight to your core.

When she slid two fingers inside your dripping cunt, you moaned, your walls clenching around the intrusion. She curled them just right, pressing against your sweet spot, thrusting slow and deep as her tongue continued its torment.

"You’re dripping for me, baby," Emily groaned, pulling back just enough to watch her fingers disappear into your pussy. She pushed them in deeper, twisting them slightly, making your back arch. "God, I love watching you take my fingers."

She fucked you slow, dragging it out, savoring the way you clenched around her, the way you writhed beneath her touch. When she added a third finger, stretching you open, your moans turned desperate, your body trembling.

"Cum for me," she ordered, her voice low, demanding. "I want to feel you soak my fingers."

Her words pushed you over the edge, pleasure slamming into you as your pussy clenched around her fingers, your orgasm tearing through you in waves. Emily didn’t stop, she fucked you through it, her thumb pressing firm circles against your clit, her mouth devouring every sound you made.

When you finally came down, chest heaving, body spent, Emily pulled her fingers from you, watching as your slick coated them. She brought them to your lips, pressing them inside your mouth. "Suck," she commanded.

You obeyed, tasting yourself as you wrapped your lips around her fingers, watching as her pupils blew wide with hunger. "Good girl," she praised, her voice dark, dripping with satisfaction.

She reached for the nightstand, retrieving the strap-on she had packed - one that you both knew she loved using on you. Adjusting the harness, she stroked the thick silicone, watching you as she spread your legs even wider.

"You want my cock?" she teased, pressing the tip against your entrance, barely pushing in.

"Yes," you breathed, rocking your hips toward her. "Please, Em."

That was all she needed. She thrust forward, stretching you inch by inch, filling you until she bottomed out, the base grinding against her clit. The pressure made her moan, her hands gripping your hips as she started to move.

She set a punishing pace; deep, relentless, each thrust driving the thick strap-on against your sweet spot with devastating precision. Your gasps turned into sharp cries, your nails raking down her back as she fucked you harder, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room.

"Look at you," she murmured, watching your face twist in pleasure. "Taking my cock so well."

She reached down, rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles, her other hand pressing down on your stomach, feeling the way the strap filled you. "Feel that?" she whispered. "That’s me stretching you, owning you."

It was too much, the relentless thrusts, the way she played your body so perfectly. Your orgasm hit hard, your pussy clenching around the toy as pleasure tore through you. Emily groaned, grinding against you, her own release shuddering through her as the base of the strap rubbed against her clit.

Your body was still trembling from your last orgasm when Emily pulled out, but she wasn’t done with you. Not even close. She pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, tasting your pleasure, before trailing down your body with a smirk that sent shivers through you.

“You think I’m finished?” she murmured, her fingers tracing circles on your inner thigh. “Oh, baby, I’m just getting started.”

Before you could respond, she flipped you over effortlessly, pressing your stomach against the mattress as she gripped your ass and spread you open.

“You’re dripping all over the sheets,” she purred, her voice thick with amusement and arousal. “Such a messy little thing.”

Then, without warning, she leaned in and licked a slow, teasing stripe over your soaked pussy, flicking her tongue against your clit before moving lower. She moaned as she tasted you, her grip tightening on your hips. Her tongue was relentless, dipping inside you, sucking, devouring. When you whimpered and pushed back against her mouth, she chuckled against your skin.

“You want more?” she mused. “Then ride my face.”

She pulled you up onto your knees, guiding you over her mouth. You braced yourself against the headboard as Emily gripped your thighs and pulled you down onto her tongue. The first stroke made your breath hitch, the sensation of her mouth working you over making your legs shake.

Emily moaned beneath you, her tongue flicking, sucking, teasing as she ate you like she was starving. She gripped your ass, holding you in place as she devoured you, her moans vibrating against your sensitive flesh.

You rocked against her face, desperate and needy, grinding down as she licked into you, her nose nudging your clit just right. The pleasure was overwhelming, sharp and electric.

“Fuck, Emily, babyy”

She didn’t stop, didn’t let up, her tongue pushing you closer and closer until --

Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, making you cry out, your body convulsing as pleasure burned through you.

But Emily wasn’t done.

Still reeling from your high, you barely had time to catch your breath before Emily flipped you onto your back again, her predatory gaze locked onto yours. She reached for the strap-on, adjusting the harness, her fingers wrapping around the thick length as she smirked down at you.

“Head over the edge,” she ordered, her voice dark with intent.

You obeyed, your pulse quickening as you positioned yourself as she wanted. Your head hung over the side of the bed, your mouth already parting in anticipation as Emily knelt over you, lining the silicone cock up with your lips.

“You’re going to take it, aren’t you?” she purred, rubbing the tip over your lips. “Gonna be my good little slut and swallow it all?”

You nodded eagerly, opening wide as she slid the tip past your lips. She started slow, letting you adjust, but soon, her patience ran thin. She gripped your jaw and thrust deeper, pushing past the back of your throat as a muffled moan escaped you.

“Fuck, that’s it,” she groaned, her hips rolling as she used your mouth.

The weight of her against your tongue, the way she held your head in place, was intoxicating. Your throat tightened around the strap as she fucked into your mouth, her moans growing louder as the harness rubbed against her clit.

And then...

Smack.

A sharp slap landed on your pussy, making you jolt, your muffled gasp vibrating around the strap.

Emily chuckled darkly. “Sensitive, aren’t you?”

She did it again, a sting of pleasure-pain that made heat pool between your thighs. Then her fingers were there, rubbing your clit in tight, punishing circles as she kept thrusting into your mouth.

“You love this, don’t you?” she growled, her movements growing more frantic. “Getting fucked like this, used like this?”

You moaned around her, your entire body burning with need. She pressed down harder on your clit, the pressure sending you spiraling toward another orgasm. The combination of being filled, overstimulated, and owned had you shuddering as you came hard, your body shaking beneath her.

Emily pulled out of your mouth, panting, her pupils blown wide as she took in the sight of you - lips swollen, eyes dazed and slightly teary, body spent and trembling.

She leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy, hungry kiss.

“You’re not done yet,” she murmured against your mouth. “I still have one more round for you.”

You pushed her onto her back, straddling her waist as you ran your hands down her toned stomach, feeling the way she tensed beneath your touch. Her pupils were still blown wide with lust, but there was a flicker of surprise as she looked up at you.

“Oh?” she smirked, lips swollen from all the ways she’d claimed you. “You think you’re in charge now, Princess?”

Instead of answering, you slid down her body, trailing kisses down her stomach, your tongue flicking over the dips and curves of her muscles. Emily inhaled sharply when you reached her inner thighs, spreading her legs wider as you settled between them.

The strap-on had long been ditched.

She was dripping, her arousal glistening against her flushed skin. You licked your lips, teasing her with slow, deliberate kisses along the inside of her thighs, purposely avoiding where she needed you most.

“Don’t tease,” she warned, her voice low and dangerous.

You smirked. “What happened to patience?”

Emily growled in frustration, but before she could grab your hair and shove you into her, you finally gave her what she wanted. You licked a slow, teasing stripe up her slit, making her breath hitch. Then, with no warning, you shoved your tongue deep inside her, curling it as she gasped and arched off the bed.

“Fuck..”

You gripped her thighs, holding her open as you fucked her with your tongue, moving in deep, slow strokes before flicking your tongue against that sensitive spot inside her. She clenched around you, her hands tangling in your hair as she rocked against your face, chasing her pleasure.

“You—ah—” Emily’s voice broke, her dominance crumbling as you pushed her higher. “Fucking hell, baby.”

You sucked her clit into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves before sliding two fingers inside her, curling them just right.

Emily gasped, her entire body tensing. “Don’t stop,” she panted, her grip tightening. “Don’t fucking stop...”

You didn’t. You fucked her with your fingers, your tongue never leaving her clit, sucking and flicking until her thighs trembled around your head. When you added a third finger, stretching her, her moans turned desperate.

“God—fuck—” Emily’s body arched, her head thrown back against the pillows as pleasure slammed into her. Her thighs squeezed around your head as she came hard, her body shuddering, her nails digging into your scalp as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

You kept your mouth on her, licking her through it, drinking in every drop of her pleasure until she was trembling beneath you, her breathing uneven, her muscles twitching from the overstimulation.

Finally, when she whimpered from the sensitivity, you pulled back, licking your lips as you moved up to kiss her. Emily grabbed your face, dragging you into a slow, deep kiss, tasting herself on your tongue as she let out a soft, satisfied hum.

Emily’s dominance had melted into something softer as she pulled you into her arms, rolling you onto your side. She kissed your forehead, then your temple, her hands stroking up and down your back in slow, soothing motions.

“You did so good for me, baby,” she murmured, her lips brushing against your skin. “So fucking perfect.”

You nuzzled into her, your body warm and relaxed in her embrace. She reached for a nearby towel, gently wiping away the slick between your thighs, making sure you were comfortable before pulling the blankets over both of you.

Her arms wrapped around you tightly, one hand cradling the back of your head as she pressed another kiss to your hair. “Are you okay?” she whispered, her voice laced with genuine care.

You sighed contentedly. “More than okay.”

Emily chuckled softly, her fingers tracing slow circles on your hip. “Good. Because you’re mine,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips, slow and deep. “And I take care of what’s mine.”

Your heart swelled at her words, at the way she held you so securely, grounding you in her warmth.

“I love you,” you murmured against her lips.

Emily smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I love you more, Princess.”

With that, she pulled you impossibly closer, her arms locking around you as the steady rhythm of her heartbeat lulled you into peaceful exhaustion.

Safe. Loved. Completely hers.

And that was all you ever needed.

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Heat of the Moment — lilia calderu

LILIA'S FINGERS didn’t stop, her pace quickening, working you open, curling her fingers just right, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. She watched you carefully, her smirk widening as your body responded to her touch. “Yeah? You want to cum all over my hand, princess?” she teased, her thumb pressing harder against your clit as she fucked you with her fingers.

SUMMARY: after a short but heated argument, lilia has you against the wall, reminding you who is in charge

PAIRING: lilia calderu & fem!reader

CAUTION: no plot because nah, the usual smut, too lazy to write warnings - SO - 18+

WORD COUNT: 4.6K

AUTHOR'S NOTE: *sighs*

The tension in the room was suffocating. “You just don’t fucking get it, do you?” Lilia snapped, her voice vibrating with frustration as she paced, her hands gripping her hair. She was coiled tight, all fire and raw emotion. You stood still, arms crossed over your chest, doing your best to maintain some semblance of control, but your breath was already uneven, your pulse racing, betraying the heat coursing through you. “Oh, I get it all right,” you shot back, your voice low, challenge clear. “You don’t like it when I won’t just sit back and follow your orders like some damn robot.”

Lilia’s eyes narrowed, and she stopped dead in her tracks, the air between you thick with unspoken tension. There was a dark flicker in her eyes, something dangerous, something she was barely holding back. “You’re such a fucking brat,” she muttered, lips curling into something between a smirk and a sneer. “You push me until you get exactly what you want. Do you even know what you’re doing to me?”

Before you could even think of a response, she was on you, so fast you didn’t have time to react. One hand gripped your jaw, forcing your head back, the other grabbed your waist and yanked you up against her body, your chest flush against hers.

The sudden force left you breathless, but the heat from her body, and the strength in her grip — it sent a sharp jolt straight to your core. You gasped, hands instinctively grabbing at her arms, but she didn’t give you a second to think before her lips were on yours.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was desperate — teeth clashing with her tongue pushing into your mouth as if she needed to claim every inch of you. You moaned into the kiss, but she swallowed the sound, dominating you with every thrust of her tongue. The taste of her lingered, intoxicating, and your body responded against your will, already craving more.

Her thigh pressed between your legs, the hard fabric of her pants rubbing against your cunt, and you couldn’t hold back the way your hips ground against her, searching for friction. A soft, needy moan escaped you as you felt the pressure building between your legs, but she pulled back just enough to smirk at you, her eyes dark with amusement. “You really are fucking needy, huh?”

You clenched your teeth, heat flooding your face, but before you could respond, her lips were back on your neck, kissing and biting, drawing another gasp from you. Her hands were everywhere —gripping your tits, her thumbs rolling over your nipples with just enough pressure to make your head spin. She knew exactly what she was doing, making you squirm, making you melt in her hands.

You tried to push her off, just for a second, but she wasn’t having it. She smirked, nipping at your collarbone as her fingers moved down, pulling your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, leaving you exposed, your breath catching in your throat.

The cool air on your wet cunt made you shiver, but before you could think, her fingers were there, sliding through your folds, spreading your slickness, teasing.

“So fucking wet,” she murmured, pressing one finger into you, just enough to make you gasp, “and you were acting like you weren’t ready for this. Such a little liar.”

Her thumb brushed against your clit, slow and teasing, just enough to make you whimper. “Lilia, pleaseeee...” you begged, unable to control the desperation in your voice as your hips rocked forward, chasing the friction, needing more of the pressure that was slowly building between your legs.

She hummed, her thumb rubbing harder, teasing, before her other hand joined in, pushing two fingers deep inside you, stretching you open. You gasped, your back arching against the wall, your legs weak as the pleasure hit you like a wave, but she didn’t stop. She worked you open with ruthless precision, hitting that spot deep inside you that made your legs tremble, your body reacting against your will.

“Look at you,” she whispered, her voice husky with satisfaction. “So fucking desperate for me. I should’ve done this sooner.” Her fingers curled, hitting that spot inside you over and over, and every time, it was like a wave crashing over you, sending jolts of heat straight through your core.

You moaned loudly, your hands gripping her shoulders for leverage as you struggled to stay upright, the pressure building until it felt like you couldn’t take it anymore.

Lilia slowed her pace for a moment, making you writhe, desperate for more. Her lips were back on your neck, sucking at your skin, marking you as hers. “You want to cum, princess?” she teased, her fingers still working you in that perfect rhythm. “Beg me for it. Tell me how bad you want to cum for me.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, the pressure mounting, your chest heaving with each desperate breath. “Lilia, please, I need...” you gasped, cutting yourself off as her fingers dug deeper, quicker. The words were slipping past your lips, but you couldn’t hold back anymore.

She didn’t stop, not even when your body started to shake with the intensity of it. “That’s right,” she murmured. “You’re gonna come all over my hand, aren’t you?”

And then, without warning, the orgasm hit you like a fucking freight train. You cried out, your body jerking forward, your cunt clenching around her fingers as your vision blurred, your legs shaking uncontrollably. You couldn’t breathe, hell, you couldn’t even think — just the raw, overwhelming pleasure crashing over you, drowning you in sensation.

Lilia didn’t let up. She fucked you through it, her fingers relentless, dragging out every last bit of pleasure as she watched you come apart in her hands. Your body was trembling, your head spinning, and you couldn’t even remember how to speak, the only thing that mattered was the way she was driving you wild with every motion.

When she finally pulled her fingers out, she brought them up to her lips, eyes never leaving yours as she licked them clean, a low hum of satisfaction escaping her. “Good girl,” she said, her voice rough with desire, as she leaned in to kiss you again, her lips soft against yours now, but still possessive.

Your body was limp, spent, your skin burning with the aftershocks of your orgasm, but your mind was still hazy, still craving more.

You were still trembling, breath uneven, fingers gripping the front of Lilia’s shirt like you needed to hold onto something solid to stay upright. Your body was still reeling from the way she’d just wrecked you against the wall, but even through the lingering haze of pleasure, you needed more — you needed to feel her come undone too.

“I wanna return the favor,” you murmured, your voice raw and needy, your lips brushing against her jaw.

Lilia let out a low, satisfied hum, her fingers tilting your chin up so she could look at you properly. The way she gazed down at you—half-lidded eyes, lips swollen from kissing, confidence radiating from every inch of her—made heat flare in your stomach again. She had you exactly where she wanted you, and you both knew it.

“Oh, baby,” she murmured, voice dripping with amusement, “I know you do.”

In an instant, her hands were on you again, tugging at your clothes with an urgency that sent a fresh pulse of arousal through you. You helped her strip away the last barriers between you, your hands moving just as fast, desperate to get her bare, to feel every inch of her.

Lilia didn’t waste time. She was still in control, guiding you down, pressing you to your knees in front of her. Her fingers tangled in your hair, giving it a firm tug as she hooked one knee over your shoulder, spreading herself open for you.

Your breath hitched at the sight of her — slick, needy, absolutely dripping for you.

“Pleasure me, baby,” she ordered, her voice low and commanding.

Your mouth watered, and you didn’t hesitate. You pressed a kiss to her inner thigh first, teasing, making her huff impatiently. But before she could reprimand you, you licked a slow, deliberate stripe up her folds, moaning softly at the taste of her.

Lilia groaned, fingers tightening in your hair. “Don’t fucking tease me.”

You obeyed, wrapping your lips around her clit, sucking just enough to make her shudder. She was so wet, so warm, and you wanted nothing more than to make her fall apart the way she had done to you. You flicked your tongue over her clit, circling it, before dipping lower, pushing your tongue inside her.

“Fuck,” Lilia cursed, her hips rocking forward, grinding against your mouth. “That’s it. Just like that.”

Her leg tightened over your shoulder, her fingers still gripping your hair, guiding you exactly where she wanted you. You let her use you, drinking in her moans, the way her body twitched every time you sucked on her clit, every time your tongue curled inside her.

You could feel her getting closer, her thighs trembling, her breathing turning ragged. She tugged your hair again, forcing you to look up at her. “Don’t stop,” she panted. “You’re gonna make me cum all over that pretty mouth.”

Her words only spurred you on, and you doubled your efforts, tongue working her clit with relentless precision, sucking and licking until her grip in your hair tightened painfully and her whole body tensed.

Then she shattered.

A loud, unrestrained moan left her lips as she came hard, her hips jerking against your mouth, her juices coating your lips and chin. You kept going, letting her ride out every last wave of pleasure until she was shuddering, her breathing uneven, her grip in your hair finally loosening.

You pulled back slightly, licking your lips, looking up at her with dazed satisfaction.

Lilia smirked, eyes still heavy with pleasure as she met your gaze. “You did so fucking good, baby,” she murmured, reaching down to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing your bottom lip. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Her smirk widened, and the hunger in her eyes sent a fresh wave of anticipation through you. God, you could never get enough.

Your knees ached, a dull throb settling in from the hard floor, but you barely noticed. The taste of her was still on your tongue, her slick still warm on your lips, and the way she had unraveled above you had only made the ache between your own legs worse.

Lilia wasn’t finished.

She grabbed your wrist, rough and unrelenting, pulling you to your feet. Your legs trembled from how long you had been kneeling, but she didn’t slow down, didn’t give you a moment to steady yourself. She didn’t care if she was too rough, and you didn’t either.

“Get on the bed,” she ordered, voice low, thick with dominance.

You swallowed hard and obeyed, crawling onto the mattress, positioning yourself as she wanted — head hanging slightly over the edge, body laid out for her. The anticipation made you shiver. You didn’t know what she was planning, but the hunger in her gaze told you she wasn’t going to be gentle.

You bit your lip as she moved, eyes locked onto her as she grabbed the harness, fastening it around her waist with practiced ease. The deep red strap stood thick and firm against her hips, and your breath hitched at the sight. The way she adjusted it, tightening the straps, rolling her hips slightly to test the fit — it made your stomach clench with a fresh wave of arousal.

Lilia smirked, stepping closer, towering over you. Her fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face up toward her.

“Open,” she murmured, voice smooth, commanding.

You parted your lips immediately, your breath coming out in shallow little pants. Lilia spat into her hand, spreading the wetness along the length of the strap, her movements slow, deliberate — teasing.

Then she pressed the tip against your lips, not waiting for permission before pushing inside.

The thick silicone stretched your mouth open, making you whimper around it as she pressed in deeper, her grip tightening in your hair. She started slow at first, letting you adjust, but it didn’t take long before she picked up the pace, thrusting harder, the harness rubbing against her clit with every movement.

You moaned around her, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as she fucked into you with steady, deliberate thrusts. Lilia groaned at the sensation, the strap grinding against her, sending waves of pleasure through her already sensitive body.

“Look at you,” she murmured, her voice laced with dark amusement. “So eager to take everything I give you.”

Tears welled in your eyes, your throat tightening as she pushed deeper, her rhythm relentless. You could barely breathe between thrusts, barely think past the heat pooling between your thighs. You slid a hand down, fingers brushing against your own soaked folds, finding your clit and rubbing tight, needy circles.

Lilia noticed immediately.

“You’re touching yourself?” she breathed, a wicked grin curling on her lips. “So desperate, so needy while I fuck your mouth?”

You moaned in response, your fingers working faster, your body trembling from how much you needed release. Your throat constricted around the strap-on as she thrust again, saliva dripping down your chin, your eyes glassy with arousal.

Lilia groaned, her grip in your hair tightening, using you exactly how she wanted, chasing her own pleasure as the harness pressed and rubbed against her clit. Her hips snapped forward, her rhythm stuttering, growing erratic.

“Fuck—” she gasped, her breath coming out in sharp pants. “I’m gonna cum — gonna cum all over this fucking thing.”

Her pace grew rougher, more desperate, her thighs shaking as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. With a sharp cry, she came hard, her body trembling, her slick dripping down her inner thighs as the last waves of pleasure pulsed through her.

She didn’t stop thrusting immediately, her hips still moving in tiny, jerky motions, dragging out every last second of pleasure while you moaned beneath her, fingers still buried in your own soaked cunt.

When she finally stilled, panting, she looked down at you—your lips swollen, your cheeks streaked with tears, your thighs pressed together as you chased your own high.

Lilia smirked.

“Such a good little slut for me,” she murmured, wiping the wetness from your chin with her thumb before leaning in, her lips brushing against your ear.

Your body was still trembling, your skin burning with the aftershocks of pleasure, but Lilia wasn’t done with you. Not even close.

"Get in position," she commanded, her voice thick with dominance. "Face down, ass up."

You barely had time to catch your breath before obeying, shifting onto your stomach and lifting your hips, pressing your chest against the mattress while arching your back to present yourself to her. You could feel your slick dripping down your thighs, a sticky, needy mess, but Lilia just smirked at the sight.

"Look at you," she murmured, dragging her fingers down your spine, making you shiver. "So obedient, so fucking desperate to be used."

You whined, pushing back slightly, wordlessly begging for her to just give it to you already.

Lilia didn’t make you wait.

You gasped as she grabbed your hips, lining up the strap-on with your soaked cunt before thrusting in, filling you in one ruthless motion. The stretch was immediate, the thickness pushing deep inside you, forcing your walls to accommodate every inch. Your fingers curled into the sheets, a breathless moan spilling from your lips as she set a brutal pace, fucking into you with no hesitation, no restraint.

The wet sounds of your cunt taking her filled the room, mixing with the sharp slap of her hips against your ass. Lilia groaned above you, the harness grinding against her clit with every movement, sending waves of pleasure through her as well.

"Fuck, you're gripping me so tight," she breathed, punctuating her words with a sharp thrust that had you choking on a moan. "So fucking greedy for my cock."

Her hand came down hard against your ass, the stinging slap making you jolt, a gasp leaving your lips. The heat of it spread across your skin, making your walls flutter around the strap buried inside you. Lilia chuckled darkly.

"You like that, don’t you?" she mused, spanking you again, harder this time. "You love being treated like a filthy little slut, don’t you?"

"Yes," you whimpered, voice muffled against the mattress.

"Yeah?" Lilia grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to arch even deeper. "Then take it."

She fucked you even harder, hips slamming into you, the strap stretching your cunt with every relentless thrust. The pressure, the fullness, the way she completely controlled your body — it was too much, not enough, everything all at once. Your moans turned into desperate cries, your legs shaking, but Lilia didn’t slow down.

Her teeth found your shoulder, biting down, marking you as she fucked you into the mattress. One of her hands moved to your chest, fingers finding your sensitive nipples, rolling and twisting them between her fingers, making you whine at the sharp mix of pleasure and pain.

You barely had time to process it before she changed positions again.

Without warning, she shoved your face into the mattress, pressing your cheek down into the sheets, holding you there with a firm grip. Then, she lifted one leg, pressing her foot against the side of your face, pinning you down completely as she adjusted her angle.

"Stay down," she ordered, her voice dripping with authority.

You had no choice. You were completely at her mercy, your body helpless under her control as she fucked you even deeper, the new angle hitting a spot inside you that made your vision blur.

"Fuck, you're dripping all over me," Lilia groaned, her pace growing erratic as she chased her own high, the harness pressing perfectly against her swollen clit. "Gonna cum again, baby? Gonna soak my cock like the desperate little thing you are?"

You couldn’t even speak, couldn’t do anything except take it. Your walls clenched around the strap-on, the pressure coiling so tightly inside you that you thought you might break.

Lilia smirked, grinding her hips in slow, deep circles, making the strap drag against every sensitive spot inside you.

"Go on," she murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "Cum for me again. Be a good little slut and fucking cum."

The command shattered you. Your body locked up, pleasure ripping through you in sharp, uncontrollable waves. Your cunt pulsed around the strap-on, your cries muffled against the sheets as the orgasm tore through you, leaving you trembling and wrecked beneath her.

Lilia groaned above you, her own body tensing as she reached her peak, the harness pressing perfectly against her clit. She moaned low and breathless, grinding against you as she came hard, her slick dripping down her thighs.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your ragged breathing, the lingering wet, messy noises of your ruined body against hers. Then, Lilia leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she smirked.

"You did so well for me," she murmured, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the side of your neck.

Lilia pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses against your neck, her breath hot against your damp skin. Your body was still twitching from the aftershocks, your limbs weak, your pussy aching from the relentless way she had just fucked you. You barely registered the moment she unstrapped the harness, tossing it aside before making herself comfortable beside you, her fingers lazily tracing patterns over your thigh.

For a few moments, the only sound was the ragged rise and fall of your breathing, the sheets sticking to your sweat-slicked skin. But Lilia wasn’t done.

"Come here," she murmured, her voice lower now, thick with satisfaction but still laced with hunger. "Sit across from me."

You blinked, still trying to gather yourself, but when Lilia gave an order, you obeyed. Slowly, you shifted, moving to sit opposite her, mirroring her position. Your legs spread instinctively as you adjusted, and the moment you settled, you realized exactly what she had in mind.

Lilia’s smirk was dark, knowing, as she let her own legs fall open, exposing her glistening, swollen cunt. She was just as wrecked as you, her skin flushed, her body still trembling slightly from her own release.

"Touch yourself," she instructed, her fingers already slipping between her slick folds. "I wanna watch you."

Your breath hitched, your body still overly sensitive, but the sight of Lilia playing with herself, the way her fingers slowly circled her clit, had fresh heat pooling in your belly. You swallowed hard, then let your own hand slide down, finding your drenched cunt, fingers parting your folds as you rubbed slow, teasing circles over your clit.

A shudder ran through you both at the same time.

"Fuck," Lilia exhaled, her eyes locked onto your soaked pussy, watching the way your fingers moved. "You’re still dripping. I really did a number on you, huh?"

You whimpered, nodding, your fingers pressing down harder as you matched her pace.

"Uh-uh," Lilia tutted, a smirk pulling at her lips. "Faster. I wanna see you fall apart again."

You obeyed, speeding up, pleasure sparking through your overstimulated nerves. Your walls clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled again, but the sight of Lilia losing herself across from you was enough to send another wave of heat rolling through your body.

Lilia’s head tipped back slightly, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she worked her fingers faster, rubbing tight circles over her swollen clit. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her free hand moving to cup her own breast, tweaking her nipple between her fingers with a breathy moan.

"God, you look so fucking good like this," she groaned, her dark eyes flickering back to you. "Fucking yourself, all messy and desperate. Wish it was my fingers inside you instead."

You whined, your thighs trembling, your stomach tensing as the pleasure built. "Lilia—"

"You close, baby?" she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Yeah, I can see it. Your legs are shaking. You wanna cum for me again?"

"Yes," you gasped, barely able to get the word out.

"Then do it," she commanded, her own fingers moving faster, her hips rocking into her touch. "Cum with me. Make a fucking mess."

The sound of her wrecked moan was the final push you needed. Your body seized up, a strangled cry ripping from your throat as another orgasm crashed through you, more intense than the last. Your fingers stuttered, rubbing frantically over your clit as your cunt clenched around nothing, slick dripping down onto the sheets beneath you.

Lilia cursed, her own body shaking as she tipped over the edge, her head falling back against the pillows as she moaned deep and low, her slick coating her fingers as she rode out her orgasm.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, both of you breathing hard, bodies still trembling from the pleasure that just wrecked you both.

Finally, Lilia let out a slow, satisfied sigh, smirking at you through half-lidded eyes. "Damn," she murmured, voice thick and lazy. "You’re fucking perfect."

You couldn’t even speak, could only let out a breathless, blissed-out laugh as you collapsed back against the bed.

Lilia chuckled, reaching for you, pulling you against her sweat-slicked body. "C’mere," she muttered, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. "I think you’ve earned some rest."

[myovin]

My favourite toxic wlw couple 💕

[90s-kid-sad-adult]

You mean? I mean.

[chaxan08]

Kate, giggling: Oh ho ho ho, you had a crush on me, babe?! How embarrassing!

Yelena: We're married.

Kate: But still!

Yelena:

[marvelsgirl616]

💜 x 💚

[nyx-is-missing]

Hi! Can I request a Clarissa × Fem!reader, where reader is spending a lot of time talking to someone from Athena's cabin and she gets jealous. you can decide what cabin reader is in :)

Jealous jealous girl

Clarisse la rue x fem!reader (apollo's kid)

Summary: when the girl she likes is being friendly to someone, Clarisse might see red.

Warnings: no major fights actually, fluff (a bit) kissing (yes today no clickbait) medíocre writting and im sorry.

(I didn't review it, don't sue me, English isn't my native language, that's probably why it's mediocre, love ya

"Have you actually read that book? Oh my gods really? I felt like i was the only one who knew it"

Clarisse watched with red eyes as (Y/n) got excited and laughed togheter with some kid from Athena's cabin.

They werent exactly...togheter yet, but they WERE something, everyone was sure of that.

Clarisse mind couldnt comprehend then, how even though EVERYONE knew they had something, that particular girl would not back off of her.

(Y/n) laughed togheter with the girl at some book reference she had made, and the final straw for Clarisse was when the girl had the courage to touch her girl's knee.

Her sunshine?

The disrespect, was she not seeing Clarrise looking at them? Like 10 steps behind?

The.disrespect.

Oh that will end right now.

Walking over to the girls with a fake smile who people would perceive of normal happiness, however, if you did knew her, her eyes had a hint of red rage in them.

"Love? Would you come with me for a second yes?"

She took (Y/n) by the hands but before she could even get up the Athena kid made herself seen.

"Excuse me? Cant you see we're talking? So rude."

"Oh yes, excuse you really, i dont think a need a cue to talk to my girlfriend, now shut up before I make you eat that book for dinner."

Not waiting for any more words Clarisse took reader by the hand again.

"Clarisse that was not nice, she was my friend- dont even start to speak right now, we'll talk in my cabin, it must be empity right now, we dont need the camp seeing something they dont need"

Letting (Y/n) guide her, still holding her hand, Clarisse had a confused look on her face.

"But we are not going to fight, not today"

"Says who?"

They got inside the cabin and bingo, empity empity, all the Apollo kids must be doing its activities, or getting ready for dinner, as always.

"Me, Love. We wont fight, we'll talk."

Clarisse sat down at the bed she knew it was (y/n)'s waiting for her to do the same.

Choosing to stand, she had a blank look on her face.

"You said we would talk, talk to me, why be mean to my friend clari?"

"Because im jealous. Im not made of steel, love, i cant see a girl from a rival cabin flirting with my sunshine and go around skipping like a kid, you know me"

"We were not flirting clari, she is my friend!"

"YOU were not flirting, she wants to be more than that"

Clarisse corrected

"And you have a right to do something about it since when? Everytime you talk about me to your friends im a friend too, but suddently when its convenient i turn into your girlfriend? Oh please"

Clarisse looked at her, and extended her hands to grab (y/n) hands, when they finally touched Clarisse got (y/n) to get closer and closer to her, now she was standing in between Clarisse's legs and had to look down to see her.

"I never said i was right love, im sorry for hurting you, i swear.....i was insecure about that, im so sorry really..."

"Clari you dont needed to-"

"Date me"

Clarisse interrupted her mid speech.

"What?"

"Date me, let me introduce you to everyone as my girlfriend, i wont make you hurt anymore, date me....-"

Please

That was the word missing, would it make clarisse apear as desperate if she used it?

Fuck it, she was inside the Apollo cabin, that gave her enough poetic justice to be as luvestruck as she could

She found herself resting her hands on (y/n) hips, looking up to her with heart eyes.

"Please... date me"

.

.

.

"Say something, please"

Whoever first said that acts spoke words was very much right, because the kiss Clarisse received was nothing short of a love letter.

Clarisse felt hands on her cheek and neck, caressing her.

The kiss was slow and carefull at first, like the first time they kissed, so very sweet, until it wasn't.

When the kiss deepened, Clarisse's hands sunk more onto (y/n) hips, and then started to pull her down, to sit on her lap.

It was the very first time both felt like this, the absolute need to just become a fusion, hug so tightly a loved one that they would just morph into one.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you"

Clarisse said, breathing in her girlfriend's neck when they separated to breath.

When (y/n) was going to speak, she felt a small bite on her lower neck.

"Clarisse- ah"

"Sorry.."

Clarissed giggled before she went back kissing her mouth, when did she became one of the girls that giggled?

They heard the cabin door opening and then a

"Oh fuck sorry i just...ill come back later, and you (y/n) will tell me everything about later or ill change my name, bye lovebirds"

They looked at each other resisting the urge to laugh.

"Well i guess we wont need to introduce ourselfs to anybody, by tomorrow morning they'll know"

[rhfffas]

If I had a nickel for every time hailee steinfeld playing a sad puppy girl kisser on my screen, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

(if kate bishop kisses girls in mcu then i will have three nikels marvel do smth i dare you!)

[lgbtpopcult]

The Big GL Series Post

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Sleep with me

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Lucky my love

Affair the series

The rich man's daughter

23.5

Ayaka Is in Love with Hiroko

Chaser game w

My Marvelous Dream is You

The loyal Pin

She loves to cook she loves to eat

Unlock Your Love

The secret of Us

Show me love

Reverse 4u

Petrichor

Mate the series

Pluto

Apple my love

Mhom Ped Sawan

Call me by No-Name

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Us the series

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Reverse With Me

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I am your moon

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Music story losing control

Queendom

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Buy my Boss

Girl Rules

Somewhere somehow

My safe zone

Rollercoaster The Series

The dragon house

Whale Store xoxo

Clairebell

Shades

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Cranium

My only Sunshine

Poisonous Love

My Frenemy Queen

Khom Klang

No Romeo

Stuck With Me

Lyric

Remain

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[olderwomenenthusiast]

Chasing the High ✭ emily prentiss

PAIRING: bau!unit chief!emily prentiss x fwb!fem!reader

SUMMARY: after a long case, emily turns up on your doorstep needing a release

CAUTION: getting high, face riding, thigh riding, masturbation, fingering, swearing, dom!sub!dynamics, praise

WORD COUNT: 3.9K

AUTHOR'S NOTE: a lil something for you @milf--shake - i love grey haired emily so much - STORY BELOW THE CUT

MASTERLIST - (not updated)

The knock at your door is sharp, insistent. A little demanding, just like her.

You blink awake, bleary-eyed, the glow of the TV casting some flickers of light across the room. You’d tried to wait up for her, but sleep had won the battle hours ago, leaving you curled up on the couch in nothing but a pair of panties and the silk bathrobe you’d stolen from her.

Well — stolen isn’t exactly the right word. She left it here last time she came over, and if she really wanted it back, she would’ve taken it.

The knock comes again, and this time you force yourself upright, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you make your way to the door. The robe slides against your skin, cool and expensive, the tie loose around your waist. You don’t bother fixing it. If Emily’s at your door at 3 AM, she’s not coming over for small talk.

You unlock the door, and there she is — Emily Prentiss, still in her black slacks and button-up from the case, the top few buttons undone, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her dark eyes rake over you, slow and appreciative, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

She reaches out, tugging lightly at the collar of the robe between two fingers. “Well, well. Look who’s been sleeping in my clothes.”

You lean against the doorframe, mirroring her smirk. “Look who finally decided to show up.”

She chuckles, stepping inside, close enough that the scent of her —whiskey, faint traces of smoke, and the crisp bite of autumn air —wraps around you. “Miss me?”

You shut the door behind her, rolling your eyes, but you don’t answer. She already knows.

Emily follows you into the kitchen like she owns the place (because, let’s be honest, she basically does at this point), leaning back against the counter as you grab the whiskey. Her dark eyes never leave you, watching with that same slow, hungry gaze as you pour two glasses.

“Tough case?” you ask, handing her one.

She takes a sip before answering, voice dropping into something smoother, lazier. “Mmhmm. I spent fourteen hours profiling a man who gets off on strangling women, and then I had to pretend to care when the local PD gave me their half-assed theories about it. So, yeah. It was a tough case.”

You hum, mirroring her sip. “And now you’re here.”

Emily tilts her head, studying you like she’s debating something. Then she steps closer, plucking the glass from your hand and setting both drinks down on the counter behind you.

“Yeah,” she says, voice a little rougher now. “Now I’m here.”

Your back presses against the counter as she crowds you in, her fingers playing with the edge of your robe again, this time slipping just beneath the silk.

You smirk up at her. “If you wanted me naked, you could’ve just said so.”

Emily laughs, low and rich, then leans in, brushing her lips over your jaw. “Patience, sweetheart. We’ve got all night.”

Your breath hitches, and she pulls back just enough to reach into her pocket, producing a joint with a lazy smirk. “But first…”

You snatch it from her fingers before she can finish. “Now that’s more like it.”

She shakes her head, amused, and follows you to the couch, where you both sink into the cushions. The whiskey is already settling warm in your veins, and the slow drag of smoke only adds to it, making everything feel heavy, hazy, electric.

Emily exhales a thick cloud, legs spreading just enough to tease, her head tipping back against the couch. When she looks at you again, her gaze is dark, knowing.

“You always look so damn good when you’re waiting for me,” she murmurs, passing the joint back to you.

You take it between your fingers, but before you can bring it to your lips, her hand is on your thigh, trailing higher, teasing the bare skin beneath your robe.

“Now,” she purrs, voice like a promise, “be a good girl and come sit on my lap.”

And honestly? You’d be stupid to say no.

Emily watches you with that lazy smirk, the joint still balanced between her fingers, glowing faintly in the dim light. Her dark eyes trace the curve of your legs where they straddle hers, taking in the way the silk bathrobe has already slipped from your shoulders, the way your bare skin is practically begging to be touched.

She takes one last slow drag, holding the smoke in her lungs before bringing her hand up to snuff out the joint against the edge of the ashtray on your coffee table. Then, without warning, she grabs your chin, her fingers firm, tilting your head up so you’re looking right into those deep, hungry eyes.

You already know what’s coming. And fuck, you love it when she does this.

Her grip tightens just a little, just enough to make you go pliant in her hands, and then she parts your lips with her thumb before leaning in, exhaling the smoke straight into your waiting mouth. The taste of her— whiskey, weed, and something inherently Emily — floods your senses, and you inhale on instinct, the warmth of it sliding down your throat, making you lightheaded in the best way.

A low chuckle rumbles from her chest as she watches your reaction, her lips just barely brushing against yours. “Knew you liked it when I did that,” she murmurs, voice dripping with amusement and something much darker.

You exhale slowly, the smoke curling between you both, and Emily hums in satisfaction before dragging her hands down your body, over your waist, over your thighs. Her touch is slow, deliberate, teasing. You shiver, anticipation coiling in your belly as she traces back up, slipping her hands beneath the silk of your robe.

With one smooth motion, she pushes it off your shoulders, letting it pool behind you. Her smirk deepens as her gaze drops to your now-bare chest, to the way your nipples are already tight, aching.

“Mm,” she muses, running her thumbs over them, not nearly enough pressure to satisfy. “Look at you. Were you waiting for me like this all night?”

You bite your lip, resisting the urge to squirm. You know better than to answer too quickly. Emily loves the chase.

She tilts her head, one silver strand of hair falling loose against her cheek as she leans in. “I think you were,” she says, almost teasing, her fingers brushing over your nipples again, making your breath hitch. “Bet you got all worked up just thinking about me.”

You swallow, refusing to give her the satisfaction of an immediate response. But then her hands cup your breasts fully, her thumbs rolling slow circles over your hardened peaks, and your restraint wavers.

She catches it, of course. Emily always catches it.

Smirking, she leans in, finally, finally pressing her lips to yours. The kiss is deep, slow, dripping with intent. She tilts her head, kissing you harder, swallowing the soft sound you let out as she squeezes your breasts in her palms.

When she finally pulls back, her lips are slick, her gaze dark and knowing.

“Yeah,” she murmurs, dragging her hands down to your waist. “That’s what I thought.”

Your lips crash onto hers again, and this time, you don’t hold back. You kiss her deep, needy, but Emily? Emily always takes control. She always makes you feel like you’re the one losing.

She tilts her head and catches your tongue between her lips, sucking on it just hard enough to make your breath stutter, your thighs squeeze together. Her hands are still on your tits, twisting and pulling at your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

You gasp into her mouth, your back arching as she tugs a little harder, just enough to make it hurt in the way that makes you ache for more. Emily groans, low and satisfied, before she pulls away, dragging her lips down your jaw to your neck, where she bites down just enough to make you shiver.

“Stand up,” she murmurs against your skin. It’s not a request.

You obey instantly, legs a little shaky as you push yourself off her lap. Emily follows, towering over you despite the exhaustion clinging to her from the case. The way she moves, the way she looks at you —like she’s already thinking about all the ways she’s going to wreck you— makes your pulse spike.

She reaches into her pocket and pulls out the joint she had put out earlier, relighting it with a flick of her lighter. The flame illuminates her sharp jawline, her silver-streaked hair catching the glow before she inhales deeply. The smell of burning paper and weed curls between you both, thickening the air.

Emily exhales slowly, the smoke swirling around her, and she looks at you with that teasing, expectant smirk. “Undress me.”

Your stomach tightens. Fuck, you love doing this — love getting to strip her down, to touch, kiss, worship every inch of her like you should.

You start with her shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, pressing kisses to every new inch of skin you expose. Your lips graze over her collarbone, your tongue flicking out to taste her, and she hums in approval.

“Good girl,” she murmurs, voice thick with amusement and something darker, deeper.

You drag the shirt down her shoulders, fingers tracing the muscles beneath her skin. Then you let it fall to the floor, and your hands immediately go to her belt, your lips pressing to the dip of her stomach.

“God, Emily,” you whisper, unable to stop yourself. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

She chuckles around the joint, taking another slow inhale before she reaches down, threading her fingers through your hair. “Mm. Keep talking, sweetheart.”

You do. You kiss down her abdomen, your voice softer now, reverent. “Never get tired of this. Never get tired of you.” Your fingers make quick work of her belt, then her pants, and as you slide them down, you feel how warm she is beneath them, how damp the fabric of her panties is.

Your breath catches. You hadn’t even touched her yet, and she was already soaked.

Emily smirks at your reaction, tilting your chin up with two fingers. “What’s wrong, baby?” Her voice is pure teasing, her head cocked to the side as she watches you kneel in front of her. “You act like I don’t get like this every time I think about you.”

Your nails dig into her thighs as you let out a quiet whimper, overwhelmed by how much you want her.

“Take them off,” she orders, and you don’t hesitate.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of her panties and drag them down, your breath hitching at the sight of her, glistening, swollen, practically dripping for you. You lick your lips, your thighs clenching together at the sight and at the scent of her.

Emily sits back down on the couch, legs spreading wide, the joint still balanced between her lips. She takes another slow drag before exhaling, watching you through the smoke.

“You know what to do,” she murmurs, voice thick, lazy, dripping with dominance.

You fucking do.

You move forward, your hands pressing against her thighs as you lean in, dragging your tongue up her slit, slow and teasing. You hear her sharp inhale, feel the way her muscles tense beneath your touch, but when you pull back just to tease her, her hand tangles in your hair, tugging you forward again.

“Don’t be a fucking tease,” she scolds, voice low, dangerous. “Make yourself useful.”

Your whole body burns at that, and you obey without hesitation. You press your mouth against her, your tongue diving between her folds, licking up every bit of her wetness before circling her clit.

Emily groans, her head tipping back, one hand still buried in your hair while the other rests on her stomach. She takes another hit from the joint, exhaling slowly as your tongue flicks over her clit again, then again, then again — until her grip tightens, until she hisses between her teeth.

“Fuck, that’s it,” she mutters, her voice rough. “You’re so good with that mouth, aren’t you?”

You hum against her in response, the vibration making her hips jerk slightly. You flatten your tongue, dragging it over her again before dipping lower, pressing it inside her, tasting how fucking wet she is for you.

Emily groans, her head rolling to the side. “Goddamn. So eager to please.”

You whimper, your own arousal dripping between your thighs at her words, at the way she sounds, breathy and wrecked. You bring your fingers up, teasing her entrance before slowly pushing two inside, curling them just right, just the way you know she likes.

Emily shudders, her grip on your hair tightening. “Oh, there you go. That’s my good fucking girl.”

The praise, the dominance, the way she’s using you, praising you, degrading you all at once. It makes your entire body ache with need. You work her faster, your fingers pumping in and out while your mouth stays latched onto her clit, sucking, licking, devouring.

Her thighs tense around your head, her hips starting to move against your mouth, chasing the high you’re giving her.

“Fuck, just like that,” she groans, her voice rough and raw. “You’re such a messy little thing, aren’t you? So desperate to taste me.”

You moan against her, your fingers moving faster, your tongue pressing harder against her swollen clit. You can feel her getting closer, the way her breath comes in short, ragged gasps, the way her body tightens beneath you.

“God, you’re so fucking good at this,” she breathes, her voice breaking slightly. “No wonder I keep coming back.”

You whimper, your own arousal dripping down your thighs at her words. You press your tongue flat against her clit one last time, sucking just right, and then...

Emily curses, her whole body tensing, her hand yanking your hair just hard enough to make your scalp sting as she comes with a long, low groan.

You keep going, working her through it, licking up every last drop of her, drinking her in until she finally releases you, her grip loosening, her body going lax against the couch.

You look up at her, breathless, lips glistening, your fingers still lazily stroking inside her.

Emily exhales one last drag from the joint before she smirks down at you, her dark eyes hooded, sated, but still hungry.

“Jesus,” she mutters, shaking her head slightly as she flicks the joint into the ashtray. “You really don’t fucking disappoint, do you?”

You grin, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Never.”

Emily hums, tilting her head. Then she reaches down, grabbing your chin again, forcing your mouth open just a little.

And then she spits into it.

“Swallow,” she orders.

You swallow without hesitation, your throat bobbing as her spit slides down, and Emily watches you with a smirk, her eyes dark and knowing. She always knows how much you fucking love it when she does that. How it sends another wave of heat pooling between your legs, making you even messier than you already are.

Before you can even catch your breath, she hooks her fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down with one smooth motion. You shudder as the cool air meets your soaked folds, your arousal dripping down the inside of your thighs.

Emily hums in approval, running her hands up your bare legs as she leans back against the couch. “So fucking wet for me,” she murmurs, her tone half praise, half mockery. She drags a single finger through your slick folds, collecting your arousal before bringing it up to her lips. She sucks her finger clean, her gaze locked onto yours the entire time.

“Mm. Sweet,” she muses, licking the last trace of you from her fingertip. Then, with firm hands, she grips your hips and pulls you forward, guiding you onto her lap.

But she doesn’t let you settle there. No — she angles you just right, just so that when you sink down, your soaked cunt lands directly on her bare thigh.

You let out a gasp, thighs twitching at the contact, at the heat of her skin against yours. Emily groans low in her throat as she feels the slickness of you coat her leg.

“Jesus, baby,” she mutters, voice thick with amusement. “You’re making a fucking mess.”

You whimper, shifting slightly, feeling the friction of her thigh against your aching clit. The sensation makes your breath hitch, your fingers digging into her shoulders.

Emily grips your waist, fingers pressing into your skin just hard enough to make sure you know who’s in charge. “Ride it,” she orders, her voice husky, firm. “Come on. Let me see you ruin my thigh.”

Fuck.

You obey instantly, rocking your hips forward, dragging your dripping cunt over the firm muscle of her thigh. The friction is electric, the warmth of her skin against your sensitive clit making your whole body tremble.

Emily groans again, watching you with hooded eyes, her hands guiding your movements, making sure you grind down harder, deeper, exactly how she wants.

“That’s it,” she murmurs, tilting her head, her silver-streaked hair falling into her face. “Look at you, so desperate, so fucking needy. You can’t help yourself, can you?”

You whimper, rolling your hips faster, chasing the pleasure that’s already building too quickly. Every drag of your clit against her thigh sends another spark through you, your body burning, aching.

Emily smirks, pressing her hands into your ass, pushing you down harder. “I can feel how wet you are,” she murmurs. “Soaking me, dripping all over my fucking leg.”

You moan at her words, your movements growing frantic, your nails digging into her shoulders as you grind down harder, your slick spreading over her skin, making a mess of her.

Emily leans in, her lips brushing against your ear. “Come on, baby,” she purrs. “Make yourself cum for me.”

That does it.

Your whole body tenses, pleasure crashing into you like a tidal wave as you cry out, hips stuttering against her thigh. Your vision blurs, your body trembling as you ride out your orgasm, grinding against her, soaking her even more as she keeps you moving, making sure you take every last drop of pleasure she gives you.

Emily groans, her hands squeezing your hips as she watches you fall apart on top of her.

“Fuck,” she murmurs, shaking her head slightly. “Such a messy little thing.”

You’re still panting, your forehead resting against her shoulder, your entire body spent. But then Emily tilts your chin up again, making you look at her.

Her smirk deepens.

“We’re not done yet.”

Emily doesn’t give you time to recover. She never does.

Still catching your breath, your body weak from the intensity of your orgasm, you feel her fingers gripping your jaw, tilting your face up until your dazed eyes meet hers. There’s something dark in them, something hungry.

“You’re not done,” she murmurs, her voice rough, commanding. “Lie down.”

Your stomach clenches, your body already responding before your mind can catch up. You slip off her thigh, your legs trembling as you lower yourself onto your back on the couch, still breathless, still dripping from the orgasm she just dragged out of you.

Emily stands, towering over you, her silver-streaked hair a wild mess, her lips swollen, her body glowing with sweat. And then, without breaking eye contact, she swings a leg over you, settling herself onto your face.

Your breath catches as her soaked cunt hovers just above your lips, her scent thick, intoxicating.

“You know what to do,” Emily says, and then she lowers herself down.

Your mouth opens instantly, your tongue dragging through her folds, tasting her, making her shudder above you. She’s already drenched, her arousal coating your lips, and fuck, you could get addicted to this.

Emily groans, rolling her hips slightly against your mouth, grinding down just enough to make sure you’re exactly where she wants you. “God, yes,” she mutters, her fingers threading through your hair, tugging just enough to make your scalp sting. “Fucking love that tongue.”

Her praise sends another jolt of arousal straight to your core, and without thinking, your hand slips between your legs, your fingers finding your soaked cunt, desperate for more.

Emily smirks at the movement, her hips rocking just a little harder. “You that desperate, baby?” she teases, her voice breathy. “Gonna make yourself cum while I ride your pretty mouth?”

You moan into her in response, the vibration making her shudder. Your fingers sink into your dripping hole, curling deep as your tongue flicks over her swollen clit, lapping at her like you need this to survive.

Emily groans, low and rough, her thighs tightening around your face. “Fuck, just like that,” she breathes. “Make me cum, baby. Make me soak that filthy little mouth of yours.”

The way she talks, the way she sounds, the way she’s using you. It drives you closer to the edge, your fingers pumping faster inside yourself as your tongue works her over, licking and sucking and teasing.

Emily's breathing turns ragged, her hips moving faster, grinding against your tongue. “God, you’re so good at this,” she moans. “So fucking eager, so desperate to taste me.”

Her grip in your hair tightens, her body trembling above you. “Fuck, baby — gonna cum. Gonna cum all over that perfect fucking mouth.”

That’s all it takes. You moan against her, sucking on her clit just right, and she comes with a sharp cry, her whole body tensing, her arousal flooding your tongue. You lap it all up, drinking her down, tasting every last drop as she grinds against your face, riding out her orgasm.

At the same time, your fingers slam into yourself, curling deep as you chase your own high. And then—

Your whole body shudders, your cunt clenching around your fingers as pleasure crashes into you, leaving you breathless, writhing beneath her. Your juices coat your own thighs, dripping down, making an absolute mess of yourself.

Emily lets out a satisfied hum, her body still shivering slightly as she slowly lifts herself off your face. She watches as you come down from your high, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your fingers still buried inside yourself, your lips shining with her slick.

She smirks, shaking her head slightly as she slides down next to you on the couch. “Goddamn,” she mutters. “Look at the fucking mess you made.”

You let out a weak, breathless laugh, barely able to move. Emily sighs, shaking her head again before she reaches for you, pulling you into her arms.

You melt against her instantly, nuzzling into her neck, inhaling the scent of sweat and sex and the faintest trace of her perfume. She presses a lazy kiss to your forehead, her fingers running gently up and down your back.

After a moment, you mumble against her skin, “Are you staying the night?”

Emily lets out a soft chuckle, her grip on you tightening slightly. “Yeah,” she murmurs, her voice quieter now, warmer. “I’m staying.”

You let out a tired, happy squeal, barely able to keep your eyes open as you press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips.

Emily hums against your mouth, a rare, quiet tenderness in the way she kisses you back.

And just before exhaustion takes over, just before you drift off in her arms, you hear her whisper...

“Good girl.”

[symp4nat]

Training

clarisse la rue x fem!reader

authors note: hi this is my first time writing on tumblr so pls spare me ahhh

word count: almost 300 (im working on tryna write more [sob])

Both you and your girlfriend had been busy for the longest bit of time. You only had time to spend together during lunch or dinner, but other than that, you were two individual, separate people. Clarisse didn't like that.

Clarisse had recently found a new way to hang out with you. This came in the form of doing something that wasn't necessarily... appealing.. to you.

"We can spar, I'll teach you," she said enthusiastically. You groaned and changed your shoes. "Do we have to? That isn't fun, it's gross and sweaty and it hurts! Ple-"

Clarisse cut you off, unlike usual. "Just for thirty minutes, please?" She pouted and you crossed your arms.

"Twenty," you tried to bargain.

Your girlfriend rolled her eyes. "Fine, and you get one water break. Let's go, tie your laces please."

-

You had just about enough. You put your hands on your knees and huffed. You checked your watch. Five more minutes of torture, just five.

This time, you decided to give it your all. "Go," Clarisse said. You jabbed and punched and then managed to pin your girl down to the floor. You grinned proudly as you kissed her cheek. "I won!"

Clarisse laughed and a soft glint had appeared in her eyes. "Good job, mama, you did good, I'm so proud of you."

You tried to hold back a smile as she called you that nickname, as she rarely ever calls you it. "This call for a celebration," you joked.

"Yes ma'am it does, my cabin, during dinner," Clarisse teased as she gently squeezed your hip.

You got off her body and stuck a hand out. "And we'll do what?"

Clarisse took your hand and lifted her body up. "Celebrate, of course."