Sevika always knew she was larger than you, but she never really thought about it. It was mindless, when she grabbed a glass off of the top shelf because you couldn’t reach it, or effortlessly lifted something heavy because you couldn’t. Really, it was second nature. The two of you had hardly been living together long enough for her to notice anything different.
It wasn’t until the both of you were sitting together, late one night, that it set in just how much bigger than you she was.
You both had finished a movie, one that you begged her to watch with you as it was your favorite. You found yourself positioned in her lap, rambling about the depths of the film while she listened. She was propped up against the headboard, hands heavy on your hips as you went on and on. Naturally, her eyes raked from your face down your body, falling upon your thighs between hers.
It set something off in her brain, truly. You had one thigh in between hers and one on the other side, straddling her left thigh. It clicked to her then that this is how you normally sat in her lap, the stretch of your thighs around her hips being slightly uncomfortable from how much wider her hips were in comparison to yours.
“You always sit like this?” She murmured, eyes still focused on where your bodies met. Her hands smoothed down your thighs, pupils dilating. The feeling was sudden, and not something that ever previously got her going this quickly.
“Yeah, why?” You giggled, running your hands down her stomach. Her flesh hand traveled, running over your stomach. She, once again, admired how much larger it was compared to other times she had seen your own hand there. “Sevi, are you okay?” You were still giggling as if she hadn’t just come to the conclusion of her life.
“Y’re so fucking.. small,” she couldn’t come up with another word. Her mind was running wild with the grand number of things she could do to you if she wanted. They were terrible thoughts, ones that ran along the lines of you taking anything and everything she gave you just because, well, you couldn’t fight back.
“We’ve been together for how long and you’re just now- Sev!” You squealed as she lifted you from her lap and flipped you onto the bed, sitting between your legs. All she did was look at your body before she pressed her hand into your hip, holding you down. “What’s gotten into you?” You were still giggling.
“I need you, right now.” Her voice was lower, and you knew the tone. The one that came with dark eyes, wide pupils. She was fascinated with you, touching you like she never had before in her life, like you were porcelain.
“Take me then.” Your tone switch had her on you in seconds, pulling your body against hers as her mouth found every sensitive spot that you loved. She sucked mark after mark into your soft skin, gawking at her possession on your body after each one.
There was so much happening in her mind and yet nothing at all; it was swarming with all of the various ways she wanted to use you, but equally blinded by lust. Thoughts of forcing you down and taking you were easy to think about when you were like this, so pliant and willing. She knew you wouldn’t say no. And even if you did- her mind stopped her.
She began to wonder if she had an attention problem when it came to sex, as she was noticing things that she hadn’t ever before. Her mouth engulfed your tits, tongue lapping at your nipple, fuller than she had ever been. She adored the way she was bigger than you, the way you fit in her mouth and the way her mechanical hand shrunk your other tit.
Her flesh hand found purchase on your hip, holding it against the mattress easily, while one of her knees came up against your heat. She’d hardly done anything and you were already dripping in anticipation, the difference in this particular round noticeable in her demeanor.
As she sucked, your hips bucked against her thigh, and she moved her hand from your hip to your lower stomach, pressing against it to stop you from moving. “You get what I give you,” she quipped from your chest as she kissed the valley between your boobs and began to kiss down your sternum.
When she finally got to the waistband of your panties, she licked a strip along it just to tease, leaving them on as you squirmed below her. She pressed kiss against your clit, letting you mew and whine while she laughed. “Ain’t even done anything yet and you’re soaking the sheets, what a fucking whore,” your hips lifted off the bed again with a high-pitched moan. “Keep squirming and I’ll leave you here.”
But, she couldn’t ever do that. Not when you were gripping the sheets so hard that your knuckles were white, and the angle between your legs made your waist look so small. Safe to say she had your panties off seconds after that warning, sitting up on her knees to marvel at the scene before her.
Here you were, laid back with your hands above your head as if it was instinct, bare for her, as if to present yourself. She ran her flesh thumb over your clit and through your folds, watching your entrance flutter at the contact, and she could’ve moaned.
Still entranced, she pushed her middle finger into you, your wetness being far more than enough to suck her right in. It was truly striking, the new things she was feeling. Her hand was so much larger than your cunt, her fingers twice the size of your own.
She sunk down onto her stomach, enveloping your clit between her lips as she sucked it. Her mech hand came to your tit, adjusting to what you needed. By the time she was sliding her second finger in, you were already writhing, legs shaking. You were quite literally dripping onto the sheets, arousal covering you and Sevika and the sheets beneath you both.
Your stomach coiled, body tensing as your orgasm approached you harshly - and she pulled away, pulling her fingers from you and removing any contact of her on your body. Your eyes shot open, confusion drawing on your face quickly. She didn’t let the expression sit, tapping your bottom lip and pushing her two used fingers into your mouth with haste.
“You look real pretty with your mouth full, y’know that? Maybe I should keep you this way.” Your eyes lolled back in your head as drool gathered in the corners of your mouth. That only encouraged her to push them farther into your mouth, fascinated by how full you looked with just two fingers in your mouth.
She pulled her fingers from your mouth, wiping them across your cheek before standing up. She made her way to your closet, and for a moment, you thought you knew what was coming, until she pulled out something you hadn’t ever seen before. It was a black strap, far longer and wider than something she’d ever used on you.
“Wanna try something new,” she tugged the harness up her thick hips, adjusting it until it fit and attaching her latest piece. She came back to the bed and without a word grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, pulling them up so that you rested in an arch.
Though she hardly needed it, she lubed it up and ran the tip through your folds until you whined and pushed yourself back onto it. “Vika, need you,” you moaned impatiently, awarding you a harsh slap across your right ass cheek.
She didn’t make you wait, though. She pressed into your arch to make it deep and pressed the fat tip into you, letting you adjust before continuing. “‘s gonna be a big stretch, my big girl can take it, can’t she?” she didn’t allow you to respond before pushing further in, half of it disappearing into your cunt.
“Sev, ‘s too big,” you cried out after she pushed further, but she wasn’t listening. She wasn’t even thinking at all, absolutely dazed on the sight of your cunt stretching to take her.
“You’re so good, so fucking good,” she groaned when she bottomed out, lips parted and chest heaving as her need took control of her body. Once you had adjusted to her, she fucked into you without pause, trapped in a headspace that wouldn’t go away until she had you coming for hours.
With her mech hand pressing your arch down still, she leaned over you, balancing most of her weight on her flesh hand beside your head. The position allowed her to hit deeper, and you knew you’d be sore the next day, but it didn’t matter. She was fucking you too good to worry about anything of the sort.
Your orgasm hit you hard and fast, before you could even tell her that you were close. Her strap stained white, and the sight alone had her coming with you. However, she didn’t stop there - she continued her pace, going even harder than before, just to see you come again
“Give me one more, please baby, need to see you come again,” She didn’t consider herself someone that begged, but with the noises you were making and simply the sight of you, she couldn’t help it.
She pounded into you like the world would end if she didn’t, taking anything and everything you would give her. She had her mech hand tangled in your hair, pushing your cheek into the bed below you while her flesh hand held your hip to keep you steady.
You cried out as your second orgasm flowed over you, drenching her skin and the bed. It wasn’t long before a warm, creamy liquid filled you, Sevika waiting until the last second to fill you up. “Such a fucking slut,” she moaned, fucking her cum into you, “filled your tight little cunt right up, huh? It feel good being so full of my cum?”
When she finally pulled out, she was sure that there hadn’t ever been something better than you in history. You were so full that your stomach bloated, cum dripping out of your used hole like a pornstar. She spread your lips just to watch it drip, mentally taking a picture. “You did so good, baby,” she murmured, flipping you onto your back with her strength again. “Wanna keep you full like this all the time.”
You giggled, making her gaze shoot up. “I’m not against that.” She couldn’t help but laugh with you.
A/N: shauna shipman fic BOOYAAAA!!!! also first time writing smut pls go easy on me guys.
synopsis: she’s blood, ash and girlhood burnt at the altar.
pairings: shauna shipman x reader
genre: fluff in not its usual fluff form but more rough edged and dangerous.
warnings: typical yellowjackets violence, smut, sexual themes, sadist sex kinda, cannibalism, shauna shipman being shauna shipman. cutting people open, vegans/vegetarians dni tbh.
please do not repost my work anywhere for any reason at all. if you do see this happen to any of my stories, please let me know. thank you x.
you were all just girls before this. so, what are you now?
you find yourself asking this same question over and over again. constantly racking through your brain how you’ve all become so unapologetically mad, and cruel. if what you’ve done has crossed some invisible line of morality that you can no longer go back. if you can even go back.
shauna still kisses you with a fire you’ve never known before. something you’re sure would have never existed to you had you ever been on that plane. she touches you like she’s never been more sure of something in her whole life.
like, she’s never actually existed until now. as if being out here is the best thing that could have happened to some of you.
you hate to say that there’s some truth in that. in some twisted and haunted way.
when she decided that everyone must stay behind, instead of accepting rescue, she left no room for argument. you watched in disbelief, the grief slowly flowing through you as it’s decided that, no, you won’t go home. not today.
shauna finds you crying in front of the small lake, just a few hours later.
she pulls you in as if she isn’t the reason why you’re hurting. she kisses all your tears away, shushes you, tells you it’s okay. it isn’t.
“we can’t go back, baby,” she whispers into your hair. her words make you cry even harder into the warmth of her neck. “we’re better off here,” you think, maybe that’s okay.
maybe it is fine. because truly, something this ugly, this violent, and beautiful doesn’t belong in the world out there, anyway. that maybe the wilderness is where you’re meant to be.
because even if you’re scared to admit it to yourself, a world outside of this place is just a thin guise you’re all pretending isn’t close to cracking.
and you love her. you love shauna. every dangerous, violent, grief-ridden side of her. you’ve seen her kill, seen the way she doesn’t even flinch at the sight of barbarity anymore. she smiles at it instead.
she’s kissed you with the blood of others on her lips, and you loved the taste of it. she’s handed you her blade and led you through skinning the fur off of animals you’d later eat. you’d see the way her eyes would gleam at the sight of your innocence being continuously stripped away. she loves that she’s the reason for how you unravel.
you used to only be able to cut through meat with your eyes closed. used to cover your ears so you wouldn’t hear a deer cry as it took its last breath. only able to feel the way the muscles spasm beneath your fingers. you never looked, never listened.
now, your hand no longer shakes at the weight of her knife in your hands. now, you meet shauna’s eyes as blood pools out.
but you still let out shaky breaths when she licks the blood off your fingers.
“you’re getting better and better,” she murmurs, taking the blade from your hands and finishing off the dead carcass in front of you. “i’m proud.”
you smile at her words.
you were all just girls before. you know that. you think you’re something more now. maybe worse. you don’t know. you don’t really care.
because you’re feral, you’re violent, you’re messy, but you’re loved.
and shauna loves you in ways that couldn’t exist back home.
she loves you roughly, madly, and on purpose. like everything only exists for both of you. like you’re the only thing that exists to her.
and that version of you that existed before her? the one before the crash. she’s gone now.
sometimes you hate her for it. but you love her for it more.
because being with shauna feels like you’re finally real. and whatever is left of you is hers.
even now, as you watch with your mouth agape, natalie is forced to slash open the corpse of your dead friend. mari. you’re scared. grief-stricken. you want to cry. but you want to feel shauna’s cold hands in yours more.
she watches as you stare at the way mari’s blood pools onto the snow-covered ground. you’re breath is shaky.
she doesn’t say anything. she wears a proud smile and lets you exist in the moment instead.
later, when she’s in her antler queen cloak and has finished leading everyone through a feast, she catches your wrist as you return to camp.
“say something,” you think she’s pleading for it. like she wants the reassurance that this is what she’s like now, and if you still want her this way. it hits you all then. mari. your teammate. your friend. is dead. and you ate her.
the hot tears in your eyes feel good against the cold of the air. you still don’t say anything. shauna lunges forward and kisses you. your eyes well up again at the taste of iron and meat on her lips.
her hand grips the back of your neck, her fingers tighten in your hair. she pulls back again, breathless, eyes wide and blown.
“this is the only way love can exist for me,” she breathes. “can you live with that?”
you nod. and kiss her back again. all teeth and bite.
shauna leads you back to your hut, and you let her stake her claim. she deserves it, after all. she’s your queen now.
you let her press you into your cot on the floor.
she drinks in your sighs, and you feel your body burn up at having her breathless on top of you.
you give her exactly what she wants when you feel her fingers press crescents into the inside of your thighs.
you spread yourself, soft and obedient, not because she asks you to or because she expects it, but because you want to.
and you smile at her sadisticness when she bites down on your neck, and praises you when you let out sounds for her. you revel in the feel of her. you try to ignore the biting cold just beyond the thin fur that covers the entrance.
it’s easy to when every time she touches you it burns. and it feels fucking amazing.
you gasp when she gets down to that spot right at the apex of your thighs. you try to trap her there. like if you close your thighs, maybe she’d listen.
she does. thank god, she does.
she laughs at your neediness. and pulls you open wider, rougher. like you’re hers to claim, to shape, to ruin.
“i love you like this,” she says fondly. you think, i do too.
you whimper immediately when her mouth finds you. it’s obscene the way you buck into her, the way you ground yourself by threading your fingers into her tangled hair.
there’s only her now. her mouth. her hands. the burn of her name caught in your throat as she pushes you closer and closer to unraveling.
she holds you steady when you start to shake, groaning into you like she’s starving and you’re her salvation. like you’re the last good thing left in this godforsaken wilderness, and she intends to consume every part of you.
then, just as you’re about to, she replaces her mouth with her fingers. and pushes her lips towards yours as she swallows your moans.
“you know, if you died out here,” she pants against your lips. “i’d eat your heart first.”
maybe you should be scared, or turned off at the kind of joke she’d make in such a crude moment, with her hands between your legs. but you’re too gone to care. too blissed out. even if you know she means it.
“you’d keep it safe?”
she smiles wicked and beautifully. the kind of smile you know you’d never forget. the kind of smile that brings you that much closer to the edge. “i’d keep it in me forever.”
and at her words, at the terrible truth in them, you let out one final shriek. your body arches, and you let out a silent scream, anchoring yourself on shaua’s shoulders.
she watches you with that same look she wears whenever she’s cutting into flesh and meat. the one that’s all teeth and grin. you hear the trees start to howl, the cold starts to bite, but she still doesn’t move. she’s still inside you, palm pressed to your chest.
All the Yellowjackets “queens” all had different ways of leadership.
Jackie influenced people because of the comfort that she offered. Her pep talks, doing ally’s makeup while comforting her, making Misty feel pretty for the first time, hugging Shauna, giving them ways to still be kids I.e the seance.
Lottie influenced people because of the hope she gave to people. Her ‘circles’ that made everyone feel better, giving travis the hope that Javi is still alive, ‘getting’ food for them by stabbing the bear and ‘making the birds fall’, giving them the hope that Shauna’s gonna make it through her pregnancy.
Nat influenced people because of the sense of community she gave people. She got them out a painful and dark winter into a flourishing spring. She taught Gen how to hunt, she got them into a state of playing games and creating festivals, she said that as their leader she can’t take away their only hope of escaping even though she thought keeping coach Ben imprisoned like that was wrong.
THAT is why nobody accepted Shauna as their leader. Because she represent fear and dictatorship. She might have been the antler queen, but she was never their queen.
some people just have no true appreciation for terrible women. oh she killed and ate people? well maybe she was hungry. "I cant defend her anymore-" well then fucking stand aside so i can talk to my client
I'm not condoning it, but Shauna not letting them grieve Mari is just the same as her putting the knife in Nat’s hand. Its a plea for understanding. Ofc its cruel. its inhumane. she gets too much satisfaction out of the entire ordeal. but its also what they did to her first. “they’re not people, they’re sacrifices. it was for the greater good. you can’t grieve them Shauna, can’t grieve your child, he actually belongs to all of us now. watch us disturb his grave, your best friends grave too, praying to a god none of you believed in. why cant you just let go of what you did to Javi? a child you cared about. tried to protect once. why are you so angry? we’re intrepid heroes. there's a glory in it actually.” Like, is it any wonder she throws it all back in their faces?
Not my gif. NSFW. MDNI. I’ll eventually put this on AO3. Smut. Just smutty smut.
She pulls you closer and encourages you to rest your forehead on her bare shoulder with a kiss to your temple. You sigh despite yourself. Her scent, the dim light of the corner she pulled you into, and the soothing rhythm of the music has lulled you into a state of pure contentment.
“Don’t get too comfy over there in that dark corner!” Morgan yelled over, catching Emily’s attention momentarily. She smirked, rolled her eyes, and playfully flipped him up. He shook his head laughing and swatted at the air in her direction before turning back to the group.
It was just supposed to be another casual night at Rossi’s mansion on the hill but after dinner, people quickly paired off. Alex and Reid. Morgan and Garcia. Luke and Lisa. Tara and JJ.
You and Emily. Oh, you and Emily.
Rossi’s outdoor patio and garden had always been spectacular but you had a sneaking suspicion that Garcia had coaxed him into letting her string fairy lights across the yard to the pool and down the pergola near the fence. Which was currently where you and Emily had found yourselves.
Emily’s arms wrapped possessively around your waist, hands sliding down to grip the sides of your hips as she lead you in an impromptu intimate sway. You ran your nose up along the length of her long, pale throat and inhaled deeply. Her signature jasmine and clove scent, which you have now begun to associate with safety, intimacy, and peace, filled your nostrils as you let out a heavy sigh.
“You okay, my sweet girl?”, she cooed into your ear as she ran a hand up your spine to cup the back of your neck gently.
“Mmhmm”, you mumbled before remembering she liked you using your words. “I absolutely am”.
Emily hummed pleasantly at that as you moved to drop chaste kisses along her throat where your nose had just been. She pulled your bodies impossibly closer as she brushed your hair to one side and gently started stroking circles along the nape of your neck.
You felt it was too needy to admit out loud but you wanted to be pressed against her always. You wanted your bodies to melt into one. You didn’t want to know where she stopped and you began. Never have you found a love like this. These thoughts in combination with Emily’s swaying and beyond gentle touches had you tearing up. You felt your face begin to flush at your embarrassment as you tried a few deep breaths to try and regulate yourself.
Emily must have felt you shudder against her throat because she pulled away slowly and inhaled sharply again at the sight of your tears.
“Oh baby…” she spoke softly, bringing up her hand to swipe a warm thumb across your cheekbones. She kissed the corners of your eyes, the rest of the world shut out as she focused solely on you. “Wha… oh, sweet girl, don’t cry, baby. How can I help? Hmm?”
You let out a self deprecating laugh at your less than sexy sniffle and looked up into her intense, dark eyes.
“I’m okay just…” you tilted your head as you thought. “I never imagined I would have this. Have… you.”
You dropped your gaze and brought your hands to her upper chest, playing with her small white gold dainty celestial padlock necklace that you had given her after a year of dating. Without knowing it, she had gotten you the corresponding key necklace in the same celestial fashion. You remember the words “disgustingly sweet” coming from Garcia’s mouth.
Emily’s expression softened even further at your confession. With one hand still securely wrapped around your hips, the other threaded through your thick, natural auburn curls reassuringly. She knew you well enough to know words were wind.
Holding the back of your head in place, she closed the small gasp between your lips tenderly. She explored your mouth for a few minutes, the two of you lost in each other, and bit down on your bottom lip gently as she pulled away smiling. Despite having seen it a hundred times, the sight of her beautiful smile always took your breath away.
Your chest heaved now as you watched Emily’s face flush slightly. Your hands caressed down her body, stopping underneath the swell of her heavy breasts. You raked your fingers against the underside of them, almost impatiently, as you looked up at her through your lashes.
It took her no time to understand the meaning of your gaze as she tugged you by your hips over to the darkened corner under the pergola. A loveseat had been dragged over by a mischievous Garcia earlier in the night under the guise of ‘making more room’. You allowed her to pull you onto her lap so your knees were on either side of her hips.
“Let me see how beautiful you are, hmm?” Emily said softy, racking her eyes over your body as you leaned back a bit away from her.
Your fingers played idly at the hem of her navy off the shoulder top before dipping underneath and skimming the soft skin of Emily’s waist. You loved that as she aged she filled out a bit more in the best of places. It gave you a comfort you didn’t know you needed.
“So lovely”, Emily muttered almost to herself as she used a hand to push your hair back behind your shoulders as you tried to clench your legs together.
She eyed your slightly protruding clavicle hungrily and ran her tongue over her bottom lip before sucking it in as you attempted to slip your hand under her linen pants. Her hand immediately caught your wrist and it made you internally smile.
“You’re awfully bold this evening,” Emily chuckled, never once did her eyes leave yours to look at the others around you but the darkness of this corner was not lost on her.
“I just want you so bad,” you said in a thick voice that was even a shock to you and Emily licked her lips. “I need your hand tightening on my throat, your teeth on my shoulder… I need…”
“What, my pretty girl?” Emily’s voice was barely a whisper now, the lust fully taking over.
“I need you inside of me more than-“, you whine quietly. “-more than I need to fucking breathe. Please?”
You could see the instant blowing of Emily’s pupils at this confession as she gripped your wrist a little tighter. You knew she wouldn’t outright take complete control of you in front of both your friends and colleagues so you sometimes pushed her boundaries a bit in public… and you paid for it at home.
“A desire so violent it seemed devouring…” the dark haired woman breathed out unevenly and so softly that you almost didn’t hear her over the noise of the rest of the team.
“Anaïs Nin.”
Emily hummed in approval while her eyes finally dragged from yours and scanned the outdoor space quickly, though you’re sure she had tracked their movements in her periphery. It had gotten late all of a sudden. Luke and Lisa were sitting on another outdoor loveseat, playfully smacking the other’s thigh deep in uncontrolled laughter. Emily smiled. The boys were hanging around the wet bar laughing and Tara, JJ, and Garcia were sitting around the bonfire in the middle of the yard, drinks in hand. She noticed JJ’s gaze falling to the two of you every so often and as you turned to see what Emily was looking at, your eyes locked with JJ’s. As quickly as it happened, JJ ripped her eyes away, blushed, and pretended to rejoin their conversation.
“I told you she liked to… watch us every now and again,” you whispered, turning around and slipping your wrist from her grip. You couldn’t read the look on Emily’s face. “I’ve caught her half a dozen times already tonight.”
Emily’s possessive, jealous side flared in her eyes now as she secretly wished you had brought a shawl of some sort so she could cover you. You enjoyed this protective, territorial side of Emily. It turned you on far more than it should. She pulled you closer to her body, the apex of your thighs brushing the softness of her belly before leaning in to kiss you hungrily. You started to slip your own hand under your already hiked up dress, gliding your smooth fingertips under the band of your lace underwear
“Let her look. Just touch me please”, you say breathily. You had always known JJ longed for something more but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. It was true you had caught her watching the two of you with curiosity and maybe envy? Whatever the reason, you felt empathy with whatever war she was waging within herself. “Please?”
“You. Are. Mine”, Emily practically growled, leaving harsh kisses against your throat and wrenching your hand from your underwear. She repositioned her arm so her palm was flat against your belly as it sunk into your underwear.
“I am absolutely yours. Always.” You breathed out, letting the statement hang in the air for a moment. “I don’t think it’s me, per se, but us. Some people are drawn to intimacy, to closeness. Voyeurs, you know?”
A moment passes before Emily speaks.
“You like it when she watches, don’t you?” Emily states matter-of-factly as she cups your wet cunt. “A type of exhibitionist.”
“What? No… I mean…” You take a deep, shaky breath as the short fingernails on Emily’s free hand start tracing up your arms, fingers toying with the thin straps of your sundress. “I like… um, when we are *almost* seen…”
“Mmhmm, exhibitionist”, Emily whispers as she pulls down the front of your sundress, exposing one breast. She leans forward and circles her tongue around your nipple, careful to not actually touch it. “You’re so goddamn wet for me, baby. So warm and slick.”
You can’t help the groan that tumbles out of your mouth and you can feel her smiling against your skin. Her fingers slip in between your wet folds to gather a generous amount of slickness and rub it on your clit.
“Emily…” you breathe out as you arch your back slightly, eyes fluttering shut. Your hands don’t know what to do with themselves so one ends up running your fingers through your hair and the other rests on Emily’s bicep. “Em…”
“Hmmm?”
Emily can feel your hot arousal flush against her palm and finally has pity on you, wrapping her lips around a rosy, sensitive nipple. Her index and middle finger start tortuously slow, wide circles around your clit.
You bite back a loud whine, trying to remain as quiet as you can but Emily has other plans. She bites down gently on your nipple and her thumbnail drags over the wet lace over your clit simultaneously. You cry out, mostly muffled by the music but out of your periphery you see JJ’s eyes focus in on the two of you.
You try to pull your body away in vain as Emily’s teeth continue to bite down, pulling your nipple taut as she refuses to let go. Her free hand holds tightly to your hips. Your body reacts immediately to the painfully pleasurable sensation as a higher pitched whine escapes your throat.
“Oh fuck, Em…” It’s high, needy, and loud. “We can’t… not here…”
Emily grins devilishly against your breast, giving it a pop of her mouth before answering you.
“I know, I know, baby. Just breathe for me. There you go. Good girl. They can’t really see us. Maybe just a shadow of the back of you”, she said as she trailed a line of saliva from one breast to the other, pulling against your dress as she went.
The affirmation sent a shiver down your spine as you let your head loll to one side, resting on your shoulder. Letting her eyes fall from your face to where she had been working so diligently, the sight of your reddened, angry nipple sends a punch right to Emily’s pussy. Humming, she takes the other nipple in her mouth, gently this time, and suckles lightly on it. The same way you do when you’re in a certain headspace.
Your face is hot and you feel slightly dizzy. A thin layer of sweat starts to gather at your temples. The sight and sensation of Emily pulling most of your areola into her mouth makes you breathe faster. Her cheeks are flushed, she’s looking right at you, and it might be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You let out a shaky breath as you run your hand through her hair and grip the back of her head, holding her in place. You try to grind against her fingers but they remain slow in carefully controlled circles. You whine as you feel her fingers tighten their grip on your hips. You feel wet, hot cum pool at your entrance now.
“Emily…”
“Hmmm?” she answered, releasing your breast from her mouth as you notice JJ rearranging herself in her lounge chair, trying desperately not to be noticed. “Use your words, princess.”
Your back arched at the nickname you can only tolerate when you’re too turned on to argue with her.
“Please, it’s not enough. Faster, please. I-I-inside, I need you…”
“Hey, that’s my girl…” Emily coos sweetly in your ear as she takes her hand off your waist, light purple marks already blooming, and tucks a wild curl behind your ear.
A shuttered, frustrated sigh erupts from your throat as she abandons your clit and kisses you gently, your eyes being teary and lips pouty. She tuts you softly with a smile. Without warning or a second thought, Emily slams three fingers easily into your drenched cunt. Momentary pain morphs quickly into an intense, bottom of your foot tingling sensation as you buck your hips roughly.
Emily’s free hand reaches up quickly, palming the base of your skull, and crushing her mouth against yours as she swallows your shocked, long groan before it can leave your throat. You instinctively try to arch back but her hand has you trapped in place.
Exactly where she wants you.
Her thrusts piston in and out of you with such force that you know you’re going to be incredibly sore later. You feel the warmth in your belly seep into your torso and into your limbs. Your body feels like pure electricity as your increased moans and whines become music to Emily’s ears.
Neither of you notice but JJ is staring under lashes now and, though more than 30 yards away, Morgan has noticed a few odd noises coming from your corner of the yard. He eyes Garcia and she looks your way now. Panicked, she stands up and starts to loudly sing along to Africa by Toto in a mostly successful attempt at diverting attention away from the pair of you. JJ’s curious blue eyes still flicker between the shadows under the pergola and Garcia.
None of that matters though because you’re so close and Emily is swallowing your moans purposefully now. One hand anchors itself at the base of soft grey hair while the other tightly grips the forearm of the hand she’s fucking you with. As gently as you can, lest Emily completely deny your request, you push her forearm deeper between your legs. You press yourself flush to her skin now and nestle your face in the crook of Emily’s shoulder. She places sweet kisses wherever her mouth can reach.
“You’re taking my fingers so well, baby. They’re so deep inside you. You’re my good girl, aren’t you, baby?”
“Mmhmm, yes.”
“Yes what, baby?”
“Yes… Mommy”, you end up moaning the last part of the sentence as she rewards you with deep hum that vibrates through your body. “I love it so much when you fuck me hard.”
“I know you do. Are you going to make Daddy proud and cum right here on David Rossi’s patio? With JJ trying soo desperately to catch a glimpse of something and the others able to hear these desperate whines? Look at me, baby.” Emily whispers into your ear as you look up at her and nod furiously, your head still pressed against her long, pale throat. “Then show me. Fall apart for me.”
Emily quickly pumps her fingers once, twice, three times while curling her fingers to hit your g-spot perfectly while she eyes messy, tight circles around your clit. Everything catches up to you all at once. Her fingers. Your clit. JJ watching. The others trying to ignore your moans. Emily’s warm skin. And you come.
Hard.
Your hips momentarily stall out and Emily takes full advantage of the slight position change and fucks you as deeply as possible. She whispers sweet nothings into your ear, talking you through your orgasm. You see the most beautiful stars behind your scrunched eyelids. Or were they the fairy lights? Were you floating?
You don’t remember to stifle your loud groan until it’s halfway out. Emily quickly covers your mouth, only adding to your peaked arousal. You flood her hand with warm, sticky cum as she fucks your through a powerful orgasm. Your open, gasping mouth is pressed against Emily’s throat as you arch yourself into her. You can feel Emily kissing your jaw, your cheeks, your temple, then finally your lips.
This is pure bliss, you realize, as she slows her hand and coaxes involuntary jerks out of you by still rubbing slowly at your clit. Emily sweetly shushes and whispers praises into your skin and lips. She rubs your back soothingly and stills her fingers deep inside you, so very content to feel your muscles flutter occasionally around her. She knows how much you enjoy staying physically connected even after your orgasm.
“You did so well, my sweet girl. You were so beautiful moaning my name.” You soaked up her compliments like a sponge as you blushed even more than you thought possible.
For a long few minutes you both stay like that. So content to be intertwined with the other that you almost lost sight of where you were. Your breathing had stabilized and the fine sheen of sweet covering your body had either dried or had been kissed away by Emily’s full, red lips. You pulled away from her reluctantly, still able to feel her unmoving fingers buried inside you. Emily’s face was still only slightly flushed as she smiled at you but her lips were swollen and her dark irises were still no where to be found.
Emily started to very slowly and carefully withdraw her fingers from inside you after gazing down at you first. You nodded, took a deep breath, and relaxed your muscles that had molded around her. She pulled them fully out, immediately brought them to her mouth, and sucked each finger. Your eyes never left her fingers as she diligently cleaned them.
“I need to taste you, Mommy”, you murmured quietly, still watching Emily’s tongue as she now licked her lips. The need suddenly became overwhelming. “Please?”
Emily let out a breathy sigh and shut her eyes briefly as the pleasure of your words washed over her. “We can’t. Not here. They’ve already been privy to too much. We should get out there and at least make an appearance.”
Emily chuckled softly at your horrified look.
“I can’t go out there! And look at them. In the face!”
“Well as nice as this little cozy corner is, we can’t stay here all night. I’ll be right there with you.”
You sighed and took one last grounding inhale of Emily’s skin before lifting your head up and kissing her sweetly. Always taking care of you, she started trying to make you more presentable by pulling the front of your sundress back up, smoothing out the skirt, and running her fingers lovingly through your hair. You closed your eyes at her gentle touches, enjoying being take care of by this beautiful woman.
“Emily?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you know how much I *utterly* adore you?”
Emily smiled wide before leaning in and kissing you lovingly. “You’ll have to remind me when we get home.”
On the other side of Rossi’s backyard, the group waited anxiously for the two of you to step out of the partial shadows of the pergola before letting out a cacophony of overly sexualized moans. All but JJ and Rossi. The later had to be told something was going on over there because he simply couldn’t hear a thing over this “new fangled music”.
You could have died right then and there but Emily wore a goofy, almost proud smile as she playfully swatted your ass as you both made your way to the group.
Emily took a seat on a loveseat closest to Tara, holding out an arm for you as you snuggled into her side, blushing bashfully. She possessively wrapped her arm around your waist, resting her hand on your outer thigh.
“Get it, dude.” Tara said with a straight face, raising a single fist that Emily immediately pounded with her own.
Alex studied your reaction curiously while Garcia was just flat out relieved it was all over.
“Y’all nasty,” Derek said, playfully rolling his eyes and smiling before getting up to get another drink. “Anyone? Y/n? You must be thirsty after… all that.”
You inwardly groaned but the vibration of it reached Emily and she couldn’t help but laugh. You hadn’t been able to make eye contact with anyone but managed to nod your head.
“Yeah, something strong.”
You chanced a look at your longtime friend, Garcia, and smiled briefly before mouthing a silent thank you.
“Wait, what’s nasty? What happened?” Spencer suddenly interjected, looking around between you and Morgan. The group, including you, laughed at his utter lack of social awareness.
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