#smol little blurb about emerys experience while u were away

[jooba]

cheater x reader p3

“You're gone. What do I do without you?”

TW: MDNI, dubcon, handjob, blowjob, cheating, nudity, sexting, texting

wordcount: 786

Read the First Part.

and the second

It’s only been 3 days. Three days you’ve been gone and Emery feels like he’s going crazy. He misses your warm kisses and sweet hugs. You’re going to be gone the whole month but he knows that he won’t last without you that long. He knows that if something doesn’t change quick, he’ll end up quitting his job and flying to Europe to see you. But he knows in his heart it wouldn’t be enough: he’s liable to steal you away from your oh-so-precious sister’s wedding just to be with you. So he has to find a solution quick so he doesn’t ruin your trip. He’s sending a text off to the first woman he thinks of, hoping she’s the solution. She’s certainly not you, he’s aware. But her smile is just enough to soothe the ache in his chest (or more correctly, in his pants). 

“Don’t stop,” he grumbles, one hand twisted in her hair, yanking her back and forth on his cock as he likes. She’s gagging around his cock, crying and swallowing pleasantly. She’s on her knees in front of him, wearing only one of your T-shirts. The color of it almost makes her look sickly. He’s barely paying attention to her, more focused on the phone in his hand.

You’ve sent him a rather naughty photo, and he can’t help the way his dick responds. You’re completely naked, wading in a silvery pond. It looks to him like you’re in a jungle or forest of sorts, which sends his mind racing.

The woman deep-throating him seems to feel this change, and suddenly becomes much more enthusiastic. He falls back onto the bed completely, releasing her hair, letting out a groan. He can’t stop looking at the photo you sent, wishing he was there with you. You send another photo. This one is a close up of your tits, half in the water; nipples just barely visible. The bottom of your jaw and chin is visible, and you are wearing the cheekiest little grin. His grip on the phone tightens, but he can’t tear his eyes away. He barely even notices as the mouth on his cock pulls is replaced with gentle hands

“Miss you, miss you, miss you!” he mumbles, jerking as the woman works his length, fingers squeezing the base at random intervals. As he cums, he closes his eyes, pretending you were there with him. He breathes heavily for a long time, just thinking about you.

“Hey, are you okay?” 

He startles up, nearly smacking into the concerned woman who was hovering over him. She has a downtrodden expression on her face, and for a moment, Emery feels guilty. He hops off of the bed, grimacing at the feelings burrowing into his chest. 

“Yeah, just thinking…” 

“About (Name)?” She says your name with such familiarity that he is reminded that this woman and you are actually friends. He wonders, not for the first time, if he should have chosen a woman that didn’t know you, in case something were to go wrong. But it just so happens that this woman was not only convenient, she sometimes reminds him of you: with her warm smiles and understanding nature. After a few moments of him not responding, she speaks up once more. 

“I know I said it before, but I still don’t understand why you two split so suddenly… The two of you seemed so happy…” 

He wants to rolls his eyes but barely refrains. He thinks she’s incredibly stupid, for falling for such a lie and allowing him to use her like this.

‘Don’t you have to work today?” And just like that she dashing around the room, throwing on clothes and straightening herself out. 

“Oh my god! I almost forgot! I’m going to be late!” He watches her lazily, not bothering to help. Fully dressed and things gathered in her arms, she rushes to the door.

“The shirt,” he calls out suddenly. She looks back at him, confused and flustered.

“That’s not your shirt,” he says lowly, doing his best not to glare at her. He only let her borrow your shirt due to missing you: he certainly wasn’t going to let her leave with it. 

The woman smiles, unbothered, not noticing his dark tone. 

“Oh, I’m sorry! Ah, just a moment.” He’s almost impressed at how quickly she takes the t-shirt off and replaces it. She tosses it at his head playfully and sings a goodbye, whisking out of his apartment. 

Emery is quiet for a long time, just holding your shirt close to his chest. 

It doesn’t smell like you.