pairing: emily prentiss x female reader
warnings: smut, coworkers, mutual pining, office sex, semi-public, subby emily, top r, teasing, pet play, begging, oral sex (emily receiving), 18+
word count: 1.3k
this time you were expecting her.
every morning she stopped by your office, never failing to drop off a caramel macchiato and a barrage of shameless compliments.
today would be no different.
she'd be carrying her black go-bag, a toothy eager smile on her face, her fingertips ready and itching to be useful, or perhaps used. ssa emily prentiss was predictable in that way, her hopeful dark eyes revealing her hidden intentions time and time again, although she would never make the first move.
when she arrived to your office, coffee in toe as expected, you were ready and waiting for her. you were propped up on your desk like a statement piece, a bouquet of white lilies resting in your lap.
"g-good morning agent, h-how are you?" emily stammered, her shifty eyes slowly traveling down the length of your exposed legs, stopping at the heel of your burgundy leather boot as she chewed her bottom lip. her eyes raked back up to your chest, lingering on the white buttons being stretched and tested for dear life.
"good morning ssa prentiss, please sit down." you batted your eyelashes over the rim of your glasses, lazily taking the coffee from her and placing it on your desk. you motioned for her to sit in front of you and she did, immediately dropping her bag with stars twinkling in her eyes.
god, so fucking so obedient.
you uncrossed your legs and leaned forward, your hands reaching for the armrests on either side of her. you leaned in dangerously close, your nose lightly sneaking across her cheek. you inhaled her masculine scent, loving the way her pouty lips parted and her fingers splayed across her knees until her knuckles were white.
she was desperate and waiting.
"u-uhh, do you need something from me agent?" emily panted out trying to calm the rapid beating in her chest.
"yes, i do need something." you whispered huskily.
"how can i be of service to you?"
"that's just what i wanted to hear from you puppy." you whispered into the shell of her ear, lingering a little bit longer before sitting up straight and handing the flowers to her. "you've been such a great friend to me during my transition to this department and i just wanted to thank you, you'll never know how much your kindness means to me."
"oh! y-you didn't have to get me anything-"
"take them. now."
"t-thank you!" emily exclaimed eagerly taking the bouquet from you, she raised it up to her nose inhaling deep before holding it close to her chest.
such a good girl.
your eyes lingered on her, seductively trailing over her rigid body. you observed the way she sat, back straight and knees wide apart, smirking you laid a hand across her thigh.
"really emily, how can i repay you?" your voice dipped low suggestively as you gripped her thigh firmly. you almost moaned watching her gasp, her pouty lips forming into the perfect 'O'.
"o-oh! you don't have to- i uh it's been my pleasure, really." she stammered, her wide eyes bouncing from you to your hand that was inching higher up her thigh.
"you bring me a coffee every morning and don’t even ask for my half for the order. i wouldn't feel right not giving you anything in return, there has to be some way i can show my appreciation, don't you think?"
"you know i don't mind, the shops right by my apartment, i was going to stop there anyways." you nodded in response , lowering to your knees in one swift motion. "a-agent! w-what are you doing?"
"taking matters into my own hands." you said plainly, both hands reaching for the waistband on her black slacks.
emily was a panting mess by now, her hands wrapped around your wrists for dear life but didn't pull you away. you yanked on her pants and she lifted herself, letting you pull them down her long legs.
"so you do want it as bad as i do?" you teased biting your bottom lip as you ran your hands up and down her thighs and waist, inching closer to her center with every deliberate stroke. you smiled slyly at her, loving the way her black hair framed her face. you gently kneaded her thigh before slapping it hard, "tell me."
"ah! shit!" she bit her knuckles to muffle her groans.
"you can't speak for me puppy?"
"w-we can't do this here, we- we have to— fuck." the raven haired woman moaned out, head thrown back as your long tongue licked one long stripe up her cloth covered slit.
"then slap me, tell me to stop puppy, i promise i will." you practically begged, smothering your face into her damp cunt. her long legs only spread wider for you, making you smirk. "that's what i thought."
you held her thighs apart and ate her pussy through her black lace thong, sloppy kisses and slurping sounds obscenely filling the small office. neither one of you seemed to care about the eminent danger of being caught, in fact it only made it hotter for you both. her harsh grunts and shaking body drove you insane, you couldn't believe you had emily prentiss this... open for you.
"fuck fuck fuck." emily panted out in hushed whispers, her lips twisted up in pleasure as her pretty pussy throbbed in your mouth. her black panties were beyond ruined by now, your own cunt pulsing at the thought of her having to wear the soiled garment all day.
you reached a hand up trailing your fingertips across her defined jawline before slipping a finger into her mouth. "you like when i call you puppy hmm?"
"mmm, fuck yes, i like it!"
"you promise to obey me? just like a good puppy would?"
"yes god! please, i promise! fuck!"
"so obedient, don't worry i won't make you bark for me, not yet." you growled, a probing finger dipping deep into her wet hole, "fuck, i can't believe you just pulled me in like that." you rasped and inserted another finger, letting your sloppy wet tongue lap over her clit as you ground into her repeatedly.
the rough friction from her thong combined with the sensation of your mouth and fingers pushed emily fully over the edge. "shit! i'm c-cumming! ahh!"
you covered her mouth roughly, completely muffling her cries and groans. she rode out her high, grinding into you and whimpering under your hand. her wet cunt creamed all over your knuckles and tongue as you swallowed her essence, groaning into her core with enthusiasm as you fucked her relentlessly.
"such a good puppy girl, that's it baby." you peppered kisses beneath her navel trailing them up her chest and to her lips, your fingers slowing down but still going deep inside of her.
you slipped your tongue into her open mouth, letting her taste herself before sucking on her tongue with dominance. the moans leaving emily were ungodly and you wanted to do so much more to her but you had to regain control over yourself.
after all, you both had a full workday ahead of you.
when her aftershocks subsided and her body finally stilled you pulled your fingers from her, popping them into your own mouth, humming in content as you cleaned them off.
her wide dark eyes and parted lips were tempting, they almost pulled you back in for seconds but the sounds of shuffling feet entering the bullpen alerted you more. you stood up and smoothed out your pencil skirt, you offered a hand to her, pulling her up and helping her adjust her slacks around waist.
"thank you for the coffee puppy, and i hope you enjoy your flowers." you said curtly, walking around your desk and taking a seat calmly.
“thank you, i will.” emily whispered meekly, she grabbed her go-bag from the floor and the long forgotten bouquet. she tamed the flyaways springing out of her ponytail and silently collected herself heading towards the door.
you gave her one final smile, batting your eyelashes at her seductively, “don’t be shy, come again.”
summary: upset with the lack of attention your woman is giving you, you take matters into your own hands and find someone to fill your time. but all of that backfires as annie stops at nothing to remind you of who you belong to.
cw: smut, alcohol, knife/slighttt violence, possessive annie, domme!mommy, face!riding, that good shit
a/n: y'all are welcome~~ i got so flustered writing this shit wtffff. part two??? let me know :3
part two.
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You rolled your eyes as Annie stood at the end of the bar, leaning over it. She was pouring a man a stout glass of moonshine, but all he could do was stare directly at her titties, devouring every bit of her with his eyes.
And she just let him ogle.
Annie was looking amazing tonight. A haint blue velvet dress clung to her curves, and her usual blue beads were tucked comfortably in her cleavage. There was a dark feather in her pinned back hair, and the orange light of Club Juke reflected beautifully off her skin. She was a sight—something to be ravished until the sun came up and even long into the hot Mississippi day.
But she was royally pissing you off.
The entire night, you’d sat here, looking your best and smelling like whatever dreams are made of, but Annie didn’t seem to care. She was bartending and frying fish because her ex husband asked her to. She had dragged you along to just drink, dance, and sit pretty.
But she hadn’t asked you to dance yet, and she’d only fixed you a drink once.
And here she was, flirting with some dusty ass man right in your face. She laughed at every joke he told, throwing her head back to show off her long neck. She tossed a hand across the bar and onto his shoulder with batted eyelashes.
It was infuriating.
What does a girl have to do to get some fuckin’ attention ‘round here?
You gazed around the room, looking high and low at the options set before you. If she wanted to entertain folks right in front of your face, then you could do the same too.
You saw Pearline first: she was gorgeous and had often caught your eye. On one occasion, you were talking with her a little too lively for Annie’s comfortability, causing her possessive nature to jump out. You spent the rest of the night with a red ass, cumming back to back with no end in sight. Annie knew how to make you remember that you were hers, and oh how you loved it.
You thought about using Pearline to toy with Annie again, but you saw how she and Preacher Boy were all cuddled up on the dance floor. They looked at each other like the other had created the entire world. It made you chuckle at the innocence of it all.
It made you think of you and Annie.
But you were mad at her right now.
You continued to eye your options, but no one compared to Annie in your heart. There were folks that looked nice or whatever, but the woman you lay beside every night had this insane quality of satiating every part of you. Every desire was met, and you wanted for nothing. That’s why you were so enraged by her lack of attention towards you tonight.
You needed her—envied every man who got to fawn over her delicious skin while you sat on the sidelines and waited.
Getting upset with the thought of missing her being near you, you attempted to call her over. She was with a new patron. A tall slender young man, wearing a straw hat and a nice pair of slacks. Compared to most of the men here, he looked pretty damn fine, but the way Annie shamelessly trailed her eyes down his form lit that fire in your heart again. It got even worse when she noticed you trying to get her attention, throwing you a smirk before putting a finger up to tell you to wait.
I ain’t waitin’ for shit, you thought defiantly—though you’d do whatever Annie told you if she were standing directly in front of you.
You ripped your gaze away as Annie’s hand reached across the bar top and toward the man. You circled your near empty glass around nimbly, not ready to finish it because Annie clearly wouldn’t be refilling it any time soon. It seemed she had better things to do than tend to you.
You got back to watching the room. Feeling a pull from a certain direction, you looked up to the second floor next, meeting the eye of Annie’s ex husband—Smoke Moore. You rolled your eyes and pursed your lips as he glared down at you. You refused to be the first one to look away. When he’d wandered into you and Annie’s home earlier, you were beyond upset at his assumption that you were just something to “keep Annie busy” while he was gone.
You and the root-working woman had been together for four years before Smoke decided to come back. You had picked up the broken pieces he had left and aided Annie as she sorted through everything. You found it incredibly annoying how he had tried to worm his way back into Annie’s life.
Talkin’ ‘bout some “come fry fish for us.” Bullshit.
You threw back the rest of your drink, letting the burn coat your throat as the honey notes in the Italian Wine enveloped you. Your eyes remained disdainfully on Smoke, but as a hand rapped on your shoulder, you whirled your head back to see who had the nerve to touch you.
“You must be the gorgeous woman who stole my sister-in-law away,” Stack Moore—the rowdy and full-of-life twin—asked. A sly grin stared back at you, the gold on his teeth glinting in your eyes.
“Wasn’t hard to make her mine,” you crossed your legs and raised your eyebrow. You didn’t plan on backing down from the way he looked through you like he was gathering every bit of information he could. You knew his brother probably sent him as an informant. “The two of us are meant for each other,” you concluded curtly.
“That’s funny,” he laughed shortly, dimples showing.
“And why’s that,” you shook your head. Your head quirked to the side, trying to see what he was getting at. The way he smiled annoyed you. Like he thought he was untouchable or something.
“Well, sweetheart,” he began, condescension lacing his tone, “both of y’all are here at me and my brother’s spot. And by the looks of it, not much has changed in their seven years spent apart.”
You followed his gaze behind you as you watched Smoke whisk Annie away into a storage room. His hand landed on the small of her back like it belonged there. Like seven years apart meant nothing.
Your blood boiled.
You seethed in anger.
Annie was yours and would always be yours, but by the looks of it, she needed a reminder that you didn’t need to be hers if she couldn’t give you what you wanted.
“Dance wit’ me,” you demanded, dragging Stack behind you. He laughed heartily at the anger dripping off of you, successfully having ticked you off. If you had turned around even one second later, you would have completely missed the way Smoke’s hand caressed Annie’s waist. The way she didn’t deter him.
But you saw it, and you were fuming.
You let your anger rush through you as you danced on Stack. You didn’t care who saw. Everyone knew you were Annie’s—she’d made that clear very early on. Didn’t nobody have the balls to play with her about you because she would be quick to put them in their place. But Stack had been gone, and he didn’t know the rules. You shamelessly allowed his hands to roam your body freely, drifting over your hips, pulling your back flush with his chest. Your ass ran across his crotch as you feverishly sought out attention. He more than willingly gave it.
You heard a door slam brutally, and it was like everyone in the juke joint moved real quiet. The sound of heavy heeled feet came up behind you two before you heard Stack take a gasping breath. His hands were still on your hips, too close for the raging woman’s comfort.
“Stack, I expect you better back up off my woman unless you want a nasty scar to remember me by,” Annie chewed out, blade to Stack’s neck. The music in the juke was still blaring, but eyes watched the scene unfold. You rolled yours in disgust at the way people got a kick out of it, but it was the price you were willing to pay to have Annie’s attention solely on you again.
“Damn, woman! Chill out,” the twin tried to reason, meeting your unbothered eyes in desperation. His hands went up beside his head, open-palmed and shaky.
“Ain’t no chill,” she shouted, standing broodingly behind his shoulder. “What the fuck do you think you doin’?”
You licked your lips at the way her voice carried so much power. The twin who was once walking around like he was untouchable was reduced to a shaking man. You tilted your head at the way she craned her neck at him. You remained swaying along to Delta Slim’s piano playing to pass the time.
“Shit, Annie! She asked me to dance,” he pointed the blame your way. You sighed, looking down at your nails like you had better things to do than hear his agitating voice. “Now lay off this pimpin’ ‘fore you make these folks in here think they can run up on me.” He pleaded with her, but Annie wasn’t easily persuaded when it came to you. She didn’t want to believe that you’d betrayed her—not her sweet babydoll.
“You ask him to dance wit’ you, baby,” she questioned, voice sweet and eyes watching your every move to calculate the truth in your words. You rolled your eyes and continued to move along to the music. She pressed her blade deeper at the way you avoided her question. It caused Stack to squirm against Annie’s knife as she refused to let him go.
“Y/n,” she warned with gritted teeth.
“She practically drug my ass across this floor, Annie. I swear it,” Stack cried, wriggling against her. With a swift movement, Annie grabbed ahold of his wrist and twisted his arm painfully behind his back. He erupted in a fit of curse words.
“That true, babydoll?”
You crossed your arms over your chest. You shifted your weight to your right leg, popping your hip.
“What did you expect me to do,” you raised your voice, dropping your arms to your side dramatically. She seethed at you, and even though her aggression was terrifying, it made your body tingle in arousal. “You up in here flauntin’ yo’ chest ‘round and goin’ into closets with that ex husband of yours. You ain’t once asked me to dance, Annie, so I handled it myself.”
Annie roughly pulled the knife away from his neck and pushed Stack’s body to the side. He tripped over his feet, trying to get away from her wrath.
Annie bounded towards you in just two quick steps. She threw off your breathing at the way she exhaled possessively in your face. Her chest was flush with yours, clouding your brain.
“You actin’ like I won’t bend yo’ ass over that fuckin’ bar top in front of all these people.” You bit back a whine at the way she growled into your ear. Her Louisiana accent carried a sweet yet spicy note. Her hands rested heavily on your hips. “You think I won’t wear yo’ ass out with these beads for all them to see?” The question was rhetorical, but at the mention of her blue beads, your eyes drifted down to her breasts. You adored the way they nestled there. The vision of them sprawling across your bare ass as Annie handled your attitude was heavenly. “You mine, y/n.”
“You wasn’t actin' like I was yours,” you snapped out of your reverie—back to being the sassy woman she knew and loved. It was like a game for the both of you: you act out of turn, Annie reminds you of your place.
“So you decided to act like a fuckin’ desperate slut,” she whispered with nothing but heat behind her words. She was appalled at your behavior. You couldn’t answer her, knowing by the look on her face that she was incredibly close to honoring her words.
You chewed on your bottom lip at the fluttering you felt. Your panties were clinging to you. Everything about Annie got you hot and bothered. The beads around her neck, the dip of her collarbone, the color of her skin, the fullness of her stomach and thighs, the way sweat mingled just right on her body, making her all glistening and wet.
She scoffed as you ogled her, letting your bratty nature slip away as you breathed her in like the love sick woman you were. She loved it, but she needed to remind you of how to act appropriately.
“Get yo’ shit. We goin’ home,” Annie demanded, leaving you on the dance floor in a heady state. Her tone left no room for discussion, and you quickly scrambled behind her, grabbing the things you’d left at the bar. Smoke and Stack stood near the door as Annie pushed past everyone. A deep set scowl was becoming acquainted with her lips, and everyone eyed you with pity.
But you couldn’t have been more excited for the night ahead of you.
“Don’t hurt her too bad, sister-in-law,” Stack shouted out the door with his signature dimpled smile.
“Fuck you, Elias,” she growled.
“I feel like she drew blood," Stack complained to his brother, grabbing at his neck and checking his fingers for any sign of blood. "And I can't believe you was just gon’ let her cut me like that.”
“It’s yo’ own fault for messin’ with her woman," Smoke inhaled his cigarette, watching as you got in the passenger seat of the li'l truck. A small smile graced your lips like you had just won big. He understood that smile. Annie was something to behold when she was angry and horny. He couldn't even be upset that he didn't have the hoodoo woman in his life anymore.
"You better be how I like you by the time I get in that house," Annie grumbled as y'all rounded the turn into the driveway. The entire ride home, you remained quiet, not wanting to do anything that would send her anger over the edge. You desired pleasurable pain tonight, not just full on punishment.
As she put the truck in park, you quickly got out and ran into the house. You tore off your dress and accessories almost ripping the seams in your haste. By the time you made it to your bedroom, you were in nothing but your bra, panties, and heels. You kneeled in front of the bed—just how Annie liked you.
She liked seeing you below her and at her mercy.
"Why, don't you look obedient," Annie ushered into the room seductively. Her hips swayed like she had her own tune playing with each step she took. You gazed up at her, beginning at her feet to the soft pattern of her dress to the swell of her breasts to her plump lips.
She smiled like a provocateur, making you forget—just for a second—how much trouble you were truly in.
"You was talkin' a whole lotta shit, babydoll," she reminded, her left eye twitching as she eased in closer. A soft palm connected with the underside of your chin, lifting it as she judged you menacingly. You started to open your mouth to blurt out an apology, but she stopped you in your tracks. "I don't care to hear your pathetic I'm sorry," she spat. Her grip on your face tightened as she pulled her velvet dress up and over her enticing hips. "Let's see if you can put that mouth to work the right way, doll."
You reached up with shaky hands and pulled down Annie's lace, barely-there panties. With your jaw hung open, she pulled your face into her parted thighs.
"Fuck, yes," Annie roared as your tongue made contact with her throbbing clit, soothing that ache from your brattish behavior. You hummed into her at the sweet and tangy taste of her arousal. You coated your tongue in her, stabilizing her with your hands planted firmly on her hips.
You probably loved this more than Annie did. Sitting on your knees as she stood above you and rode your face. It was phenomenal. You were built to be at her mercy.
She rutted against your face, overindulging in you as she pulled your head back by your hair. Your face directed towards the ceiling, Annie fucked herself on your mouth. Your nose brushed her clit, causing her body to shudder.
You cried out against her, your arousal peaking just from the sight, taste, and smell of her. She was overstimulating your senses in the best way.
You were desperate.
You needed to be touched.
To be handled.
Taking a hand off of her hip, you trailed it between your legs. It landed on your swollen pussy. Your body lurched forward, and you looked up to see if she had noticed, but Annie's eyes were closed and she was unsuspecting.
You discretely fingered yourself as you watched Annie close to cumming.
"Oh, babydoll," she moaned, throat heavy with desire. "You're doin' so good for me. I knew you could be my good girl." Her praise spurred you on. Your tongue and fingers moved simultaneously, pushing both of you closer to your release.
Annie wailed your name and shouted a litany of praises. The walls rattled from the height of her cries.
"Fuck, y/n,” she came seconds later. Her breath was heavy and untamed. Her hands were tangled in your hand. Her thighs clamped around your head.
"M-mommy," you cried, cumming on your own fingers at the sight of her. You shut your eyes as the orgasm traveled up and down your spine with no remorse. Your body shook so violently that you didn't even feel the way Annie snatched away from you. She eyed you in disbelief. Her mouth was open, speech caught in the back of her throat as she watched you enjoy the remnants of your climax. Your fingers slowly circled your clit to bring you back down.
"I know you ain't fuckin' my pussy," Annie barked, high completely blown at the sight of you breaking one of her cardinal rules. You opened your eyes wide, completely having forgotten where you were. Your mouth was full of the taste of Annie's sweet pussy and your fingers were covered in your own cum.
Annie ripped your hand from between your shivering legs. She looked at your glistening fingers with scorn, nostrils flared, grip tight.
"An-annie," you stuttered, crawling to the base of her feet. You clasped your hands in front of her, head directed at her face. "I'm sorry, Annie." You tried to plead with her, but it was like smoke floated out of her ears and nostrils.
"Aht, aht," she reprimanded, putting her hand up to stop you. "What's my name, y/n?" She leaned over your body, bending down so that her face was directly in front of yours. The breath left your body at the sight of her titties spilling out of her dress. You just wanted to reach out and touch her.
So you did.
“I’m so sorry, mommy,” you attempted to apologize again, using the name that made her swoon. You took both of her breasts into your hands, running your thumb over her nipples that were straining through the fabric.
Annie groaned deeply, trying her best not to give in. You had irked her far too much tonight, and her patience had waned.
“You gon’ be sorry soon enough, babydoll,” her velvety voice churned. “Get on that bed.”
As you laid on your back, head propped against a pillow, you admired the way Annie stripped from her clothes. Everything about her was so rhythmic. Like the softest of New Orleans jazz. Like Clarksdale Blues.
“You wanna tell me what yo’ problem was tonight,” Annie asked but really demanded. She stepped out of her heels slowly, putting them neatly into the designated spot in y’all’s room.
Your bottom lip quivered as you thought back on how much you craved her attention earlier, how you felt like she’d forgotten about you.
“I just missed you, Ann,” you whined as she dropped the straps of her dress. “You were prancin’ around the juke the whole night like I didn’t exist.”
“So that’s an excuse to be gyratin’ on somebody else,” her eyes bore into you. It was like she was challenging you to slip up, but behind those brown eyes of hers, you saw her remorse. That quiet tearing up in your voice was pulling at her heart.
“No, of course not! I swear, I wasn’t gon’ do anything,” you pleaded, lied. If you had found the right person, you were going to push her buttons regardless of what else happened. “Stack just came over all smug. He pointed out that you and Snoke were goin’ in that closet together.” You shook your head and looked away from her. Your anger returned, simmering low beneath the surface. “Annie, he had his hands on you. Where my hands are supposed to be. And you didn’t move ‘im away.” You folded your arms over your chest and stared at the wall ahead of you.
“Babydoll,” Annie pouted, her hand reaching out towards you, but you smacked it away.
“No!,” you shouted. “I mean, I don’t even know what y’all got up to in that room, Ann.” She looked at you in disbelief. You’d never been this jealous, and she understood that the return of Smoke had probably hit you pretty hard, but she wasn’t gonna tolerate you raising your voice at her.
“So you accusin’ me of cheatin’ now,” she quirked her head. Her eyebrow raised, and she settled a hand on her now bare hipbone. She’d ridded herself of every bit of clothing during the heat of your argument.
“No,” you replied quietly, embarrassed with your own self. You knew Annie would never do something like that to you.
“Oh, that’s what I thought,” she punctuated. She sat at the edge of the bed and faced you, letting some of that aggression in her tone fade out. She spoke earnestly. “Smoke pulled me to apologize for everything. For the years spent apart. For the lack of communication between us. For the way he treated you earlier today.”
You hummed in acknowledgment.
“He was tellin’ me that he wanted me to be happy, and that if that was with you then he wouldn’t get in the way of that. I told him of how great you are. How you been here for me and have made sure I never feel alone again.” Annie grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers. You smiled small at the gesture and how she spoke so highly of you to the man you knew she still had love for. Annie mirrored your smile, but it rapidly shifted to something sly. “I left out how much of a brat you can be when you don’t get your way though.”
“I’m sorry,” you repented, noticing the lustful tone she carried. The room warmed up again, and you immediately recalled some of your earlier moments together. You were addicted to the lingering sweetness that coated your throat and how Annie’s body flushed out in front of you.
“It’s too late for sorry, doll. And while I sincerely apologize for not givin’ you attention and for lettin’ him touch me, you still gon’ have to get your punishment.”
You huffed at the reminder of your earlier mistakes. Now that y’all had discussed things, you felt so stupid for dancing with Stack— you couldn’t feel remorseful about making yourself cum though. Annie was just too irresistible.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Annie assured, placing feather-light kisses up the column of your neck and around the shell of your ear. She bit into your earlobe, pulling moans out of your mouth. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
pairing: casey novak x female reader
warnings: divorce, angst, heartbreak, wife r, established relationship, forced proximity, arguing, elevator mishaps, claustrophobia, panic attack, hurt/comfort, no happy ending, dick casey lol
word count: 1.3k
today was the today.
you endured several stressful months of stalling tactics from your soon to be ex-wife but that was all over after today. casey finally made time to come to a mediation with outside counsel and after both of you signed your names on the dotted line you'd officially be a single woman, the first time in six years. it was a bittersweet feeling, giving up the life you shared with the woman you still loved but you had to choose yourself for once. you’d learned the hard way that nobody stays in love forever fairytale and you couldn't fight to make a marriage survive on your own.
you'd been unhappy too long, begging casey to meet you in the middle and discover ways to reinvigorate your relationship. still, time and time again she put her job before you. she would come home late and leave early, forget anniversaries, cancel date nights, and put more effort into her cases than into your marriage. you were sick and tired of it but the last straw came when she refused to at least go to marriage counseling with you, claiming you two were just fine and you were over exaggerating.
it hurt like hell but you left that night and spoke with an attorney not too long after. you refused to let her invalidate your feelings any longer, if you were going to be in this marriage alone you might as well just be alone. she acted like she didn't need you or want you, and so you believed you were giving her what she wanted.
you shook your head, blinking tears away, you couldn't believe how helplessly in love with her you still were. you swiped your knuckle under your eye before pressing a button on the wall, you were headed all the way to the top floor, family law. the elevator doors opened with a ding and you walked on solemnly, it was about to close until a pale manicured hand appeared.
you stepped back, watching your estranged wife waltz on to the elevator with a low smirk. "fancy meeting you here," she sniped sarcastically, making you shake your head and put as much distance in between you two as possible. the elevator started to ascend and you crossed your arms over your chest, keeping your gaze forward. you felt her eyes on you, looking you up and down but you refused to say anything to her. "are you excited to be taking everything i’ve ever worked for today?"
"excuse me?” you scoffed, a fire building in the pit of your stomach. you were incredibly depressed about the impending divorce but just as angry, "what the hell are you talking about?! i don't need or want anything from you casey, you know that."
"yeah? you sure about that?? you're clearly going to ask for alimony and half of my assets as soon as we sit down."
"i haven't asked you for a dime in the past three months! i only asked you to sign the papers so we could get this over with and move on with our lives! you're the one who finally found time to show up in person after how many months now?!" you screamed out. your chest was heaving up and down as you pushed her hard against the elevator doors.
suddenly you both jolted forward, arms grabbing for each other as the elevator came to an abrupt stop, the wires in the shafts screeching loudly. it was pitch black until the dim emergency lights flickered on. you gulped, a chill running down your spine, "you can let go of me casey." you whispered softly, your body rigid from her protective grip on you.
she backed away, her shoulder blades hitting the wall as she slid slowly to the floor, bringing her knees to her chest. casey was deathly afraid of being trapped in small confined spaces and as much as you were angry at her, your heart also sank for her. "it's going to be okay we just have to-"
"w-we're s-s-stuck..."
"i know, but look i'm pressing the emergency button so someone knows we're in here and-"
"you're enjoying this aren't you?"
"god i am so sick of this woe is me act casey," you breathed out a huff of air and sat opposite of her on the floor. "you actually believe we're in this position solely because of me."
"aren't we though?! you left home one night, never came back, and served me with divorce papers."
"what else was i supposed to do!? stay in a one-sided marriage and be unhappy for the rest of my life?"
"our marriage was- is not one-sided."
"yes it is and you know it casey, you made it very clear a long time ago you're job comes before me, before our marriage, hell it even comes before your own happiness."
casey smiled sarcastically looking up at you with tears rolling down her rosy cheeks, "it doesn't even matter anymore... i've been suspended from the DA's office and censured." she whimpered out.
"what?! casey how did that happen?"
"i got a brady violation."
"are you fucking serious casey?" you asked incredulously. if there was one thing you knew about your wife it was that she genuinely cared about the law and took it serious. all the rules and intricacies people typically overlooked casey paid attention to, so for her to get a brady violation it must have been something she was willing to sacrifice her career over.
"i have nothing now... i am nothing." casey broke down crying, her body trembling vigorously as she finally released all the emotions she'd been holding in for some months now.
in this moment she was completely broken and you just wanted to bear the brunt of all her pain but you were also a source of that pain. you moved closer to her and rested your palm on her knee, rubbing small gentle circles around it. you rested your head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her familiar husky scent. you didn't jump when she wrapped her arms around you, you actually sunk into her. and you didn't pull away when she held you tight, you actually held her tighter.
yeah, still helplessly in love.
you gave her all the time she needed, her cries eventually quieted and her breathing evened out, yet you still clung to each other. "do you still love me?"
"casey-"
"c'mon, it's a simple question. do you?"
"yes... i do." you closed your stinging eyes to keep your tears at bay. "but that doesn't mean-"
"then let me fix this, god please let me fix this. i can't lose you baby."
"you can't lose me now." bitterness dripped off your tongue as reality set in. "had you kept your job we'd still be in the same position wouldn't we?"
your question hung over both of your heads like a thick fog, settling around you as silence engulfed you both. suddenly the overhead elevator lights flickered on and you released each other, standing as it started moving normally again ascending with a ding for every floor it passed.
casey's eyes darted back and forth between you and the panel revealing the building directory, feeling time slip through her fingers. "please don't do this."
ding!
"all i ever asked of you was to try. and you stopped, a very long time ago."
ding!
"i love you, don't do this! let's do the counseling okay? w-we can find someone and start going on monday! how does that sound baby?"
ding!
"i don't want to fight and i don't want either of us to be miserable okay? please, just sign the papers casey."
you avoided eye contact with your soon to be ex-wife, standing firm in your decision. the elevator doors opened on the top floor and you bolted immediately trying to put as much space in between you two as possible.
pairing: ava coleman x female reader
warnings: smut, vice principal r, hate sex, scissoring, choking, possessiveness, dirty talk, angst, bullying, mean ava, hurt/no comfort, enemies and lovers, enemies with benefits, 18+
word count: 1.6k
"i hate you so much."
"tell me what you hate about me."
sharp stiletto nails traced your body, scraping roughly as soft hands dipped into every nook and valley you displayed. your naked body glistened underneath the warm hotel lights, your curvy silhouette pulling the other woman into a deep trance.
she was feral.
squeezing, biting, licking. ava did it all.
salty tears slid down your round cheeks and pooled by your ears as your back arched off the bed. the bed you were supposed to be innocently sharing with ava. your boss. and boy did she never let you forget it, especially after an argument where she'd inevitably remind you of your position on the totem pole.
second in command, technically, but not even good enough to be the robin to her batman.
ava coleman, beloved and truly protected principal of abbott elementary, made sure to make you public enemy number one the moment you stepped foot into the school. teachers, janitors, office assistants, lunch staff... no one trusted you.
"she's a district mole y'all!"
you weren't. you were assigned a vice principal role at the school after her firing and subsequent rehiring. it was your first offer out of grad school and you jumped on it.
"she's just here to get gather information on us and get the entire staff fired this time so the district can finally turn abbott into a charter school! don't trust her!"
you weren't. you were fucked by the district just as much as anyone else and you were 100% against charter schools.
"it's okay kids, she's just here to handle attendance and manage my schedule, just think of her as a less efficient dia!"
you weren't. you had dreams of being an educator since you were little and when you got this job you finally felt like you could make a difference. however, you've been at abbott for three months and the only thing you've managed to do was be bullied, exiled, and made to feel like a pariah.
all because of one woman.
the same woman who currently had her mouth on your wet pussy, sucking and licking you like you weren't coworkers on an out of state conference trip funded by the district. ava was a smooth seductive temptress, her chocolate brown eyes entrapped you and you were stuck in her web. desire, fuel, hatred, and pure raw emotion reflected in both of you.
your lips trembled, you couldn't fucking take it, "i hate how mean you are to me!" you broke, a strangled cry escaping your throat. you gripped the sheets below you, your core tightening and spasming over and over again, your aching thighs being held up by ava’s strong arms alone.
you knew an intense orgasm was approaching over the horizon. how this vile, self centered maniac managed to get you there was still a puzzling and frightening mystery to you.
you hated her. you hate ava.
and yet you were cumming all over her mouth, your creamy juices coating her chin. fuck she wore it like a badge of pride, holding your shaky body in place by your thighs and grunting into your cunt with encouragement.
your whole body went numb as you rode out your high, you might've actually passed out because the next thing you remember was ava laying on top of you. she was grinding her body down on you as she sucked your sensitive nipple into her warm mouth, the sensation going directly to your overstimulated clit.
you let out light whimpers succumbing to the feeling of her weight on you, as if she was your own personal weighted blanket, but better, this was luxury.
the feeling disappeared as soon as it came, ava rose up on top of you positioning her cloth covered cunt up against yours. you gripped her waist, pouting because you felt cheated. hearing her snicker only made fire soar through your veins. you snatched her panties to the side and pulled her down on you, moaning at the friction and the other woman already sliding her wet slick against yours.
"fucking greedy girl." ava smirked triumphantly, tossing her hair over her shoulder. she bit her lip watching your tits bounce up and down, you grabbed her hands and placed them over your chest. "oh my god look at you, why're you so needy for me baby?" she grunted out not even trying to hide how much she was enjoying this.
"ah, i'm not n-needy." you gasped, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as she worked her bare pussy against your sopping core.
"where's that slick mouth of yours now huh?"
"fuck you bitch."
"there she is, that's my good girl, the one who just wants to please her leader." ava cooed down at you as she wrapped a hand around your neck, giving it a firm squeeze.
you scoffed at her, "leader?"
"what do you prefer? leader, chief, supervisor, ooh superior officer! i think i like that one the most, your lucky i don't make you salute me every time you see me." ava moaned picking up speed, the sounds of wet smacking skin bouncing off the hotel walls. she pushed your thighs further apart and mounted you possessively, she locked her tantalizing eyes into yours and slipped her thumb in your mouth, "suck."
she ordered and you obeyed, you always obeyed.
no matter the circumstances.
"fuuuck! such a good fucking girl, so open for me." ava panted, her movements becoming less coordinated and more jerky as she lost herself in you. "feel so good against me baby."
"more ava, pleaseeee ahh fuck!" your puffy pussy lips wrapped around ava's perfectly, obscene gushy sounds mixing in with your moans. "mm-fuck! yes, oh my god!"
"give me that pussy princess, just like that." ava cooed, placing one hand in between your bouncing chest, pressing down on your sternum. she peppered sloppy kisses along your jawline and neck before slipping her tongue into your mouth, you moaned at the taste of yourself. "lay there and take it, that's it, i'm gonna cum all over you baby, ugh!"
you couldn't breathe. you couldn't think. you could only watch her come undone, losing herself completely as her body shook uncontrollably, the heated sounds she made driving you over the edge again. you pulsed together, both cunts gushing and throbbing as you cried out, grabbing for each other as you both free fell.
in that moment you saw her, the real her. soft and tender, still dominant and possessive, but so much more than what she decides to put forth. you were numb from the inside out, only able to twitch and whimper as you held onto ava tightly. you never wanted to let go.
you stayed like that for a while.
your rapid heartbeat slowed and your breathing finally evened out, the realization of what transpired setting in slowly. your body stiffened as the rose colored glasses were snatched off.
she was your boss... and a bully. and you just... fucked her?
what the hell.
ava slid off you and the cold air hit you hard, you felt the bed dip beside you as ava stood up, not bothering to hide her exposed body. you were too shy to look at her and a little taken back by the sudden 'freeness' of your relationship.
you attempted to cover your body with the sheets below you and ava scoffed at your actions. as if she didn't just have her tongue everywhere on your body. "and for the record, i'm territorial and a little bit paranoid i'll give you that, and i'm sorry for alienating you but the circumstances of your sudden position at abbott has always been suspicious."
"you fucked up ava, you did." you got off the bed and began finding your clothes in random places around the room, redressing as best you could. "and it opened the door for your leadership to be questioned, and that's not my fucking fault and yet you blame me! for your own poor choices!"
ava's eyes widened, for a split second and then she quickly recovered turning up her showman personality. she stalked towards you in all of her naked glory, towering over your effortlessly with her hands on her hips and bare tits jutting out at you, enticing you once again.
"well, i hate you too. i find you to be quite annoying and no matter how many times i knock you down you still manage to get back up,” ava tapped her finger against her chin, narrowing her eyes as if she was reading you. “it just makes me wonder who exactly you're trying to prove yourself to.”
“unlike you, i actually have the proper certifications to be in this position, and last time i checked i didn’t have to blackmail anybody to get it. so who exactly would i need to prove myself to?”
“i think it's the district, you obviously want to prove to them that you can do my job better than me! but you can’t, you don’t have what it takes and besides my staff would never turn their backs on me for someone like you."
“someone like me?”
“weak. low self-esteem. you don’t command the room when you walk in, the room swallows you whole because you’re a nobody. you’ve always been a nobody and you always will be.”
"you know what ava," you laughed mockingly hearing your voice crack, "i'm done. you win." you grabbed your duffel bag off of the floor and slipped your shoes on heading for the door.
pairing: jessica pearson x female reader
warnings: suits au, assistant r, boss jessica, bold confession, love letter, valentine’s day fic, fluff
word count: 1.2k
"and you didn't think anyone would show up, it's valentine's day jessica of course people want to show off their significant other." you grinned up at your boss, rosy warm cheeks pushing your glasses up on your nose as you playfully nudged. you took the liberty of arranging a valentine's day party at the ritz-carlton for the associates and partners at pearson-hardman.
jessica hated the idea of fraternizing with her employees but you got in her ear about boosting morale amongst the associates now that hardman was back in the picture. "i can't believe you got this many people to show up to this ridiculous god damn party." jessica scoffed, looking around at her employees gleefully socializing, some actually dancing, before shaking her head and taking a sip of her fruity pink drink.
"i'm your assistant, do you think people say no to me?" you laughed, snagging a mini heart-shaped pastry off the plate you were sharing. you casually popped it into your mouth, not noticing the way jessica took her time dragging her eyes up and down your body, smiling slyly in response.
"did you happen to organize those files i gave you earlier? the ones with the legal briefing for my next upcoming case..."
"my god, does work ever end for you ms. pearson?" you said jokingly with a hint of seriousness, meanwhile your stomach was doing backflips as goosebumps filled your arms. you suddenly became aware of how close you two were standing, your hips casually grazing her fingertips every now and then. every time you tried to put space in between you she closed the distance with a gentle touch and playful smile.
jessica dipped her head down to yours, her plump lips grazing the shell of your ear, "as long as you've been my assistant i would think you would have learned by now there's no such thing as work ending."
your eyes fluttered closed at the unfamiliar but lovely sensation, her raspy deep voice sending waves of unabashed pleasure through your body. "jessica," her name died on your lips like an unspoken prayer and you took a deep breathe to compose yourself. "i found a letter in the legal briefings and i didn't mean to read it but i did," you exhaled the breath you were holding feeling the weight lift off your shoulders. you bit your lip, carefully digging in your bag to retrieve the envelope from earlier, you even wrapped the bow back around it just how you found it . "i know it's a huge invasion of privacy, and i am so sorry to break your trust in that way but here it is." you rambled, holding out the letter to her.
earlier, when you stumbled upon the beautifully wrapped envelope in the files jessica gave you, curiosity got the better of you. your fingertips tingled just holding the mystery envelope so you read it, even though you knew it couldn’t possibly be for you.
my love,
if this changes everything, then so be it.
i often imagine what it would be like to close the distance between us without pretending it was accidental. i think about what it would feel like to lace my fingers through yours without worrying who might see. i think about the way your voice drops when it's just the two of us, how close you stand, like you're daring me to close the space.
you've seen me in the most vulnerable of positions, ways i never could have imagined, and you don't exploit it. you protect it, you protect me and if i let myself have you, i won't be able to pretend i don't need you. i need you because when the world stops watching and the accolades start to mean less everyday, you are the only thing that makes me feel alive.
and if you'll have me, choose me, then i am yours.
sincerely, jessica
you never would have guessed jessica pearson was the love letter type, but then again your boss always surprises you. you distinctively remember the overwhelming feeling of jealousy and possessive settling in the pit of your stomach. as much time as you two spent together jessica never let on that she was romantically interested in someone. whoever the letter was intended for must truly be special to get someone like jessica pearson, a woman with unwavering authority, to pour her heart out in a letter.
your eyes slowly trailed up to meet her big brown ones, the longer you held your hand out the more awkward you felt. you noted her calm demeanor, gentle smile, and relaxed shoulders. jessica pearson, the heartless ice queen of any court room she walked in to... and your boss. she didn’t mince words and she didn’t fold under any circumstances. jessica took one last sip of her drink before wrapping her hand around your wrist and pulling you into a dim obscured hallway.
the taller woman trapped you between her and the wall, you gasped your head spinning from how fast everything was moving.
jessica tilted your chin up to her, her face filled with determination, "it wasn't an accident that you found that letter," her gentle fingertips caressed your face and you melted into her touch, "if you found it it's because i wanted you to."
"b-but jessica, you're my boss and i don't want you to get in trouble, especially with hardman back in the picture… he’d love this kind of ammo on you jessica, he’ll go to the board if he finds out and you’ll be vulnerable-”
jessica silenced you by pressing her soft lips to yours, her fingers holding your jaw firm as she pulled you closer to her. you tilted your head, unabashedly deepening the kiss as your hands found her waist. little whimpers began to leave you as she explored your mouth with her tongue, you held on tight, your knees weakening with every passing moment.
you reluctantly pulled away for air, breathing her in and getting love drunk on her scent. jessica pressed her forehead against hers, nuzzling into you. she couldn’t bring herself to put any space between you two now in fear that you might disappear forever, “tell me what you feel, please.”
you held her close to you feeling her racing heart beat sync with yours, she was so damn vulnerable right now, you were basically holding her heart in your hands. “i don’t know if the words exist to describe how i feel but i’ll try… you’re so special to me jessica. i see the real you, underneath the stoic demeanor and that razor sharp mouth of yours, i see a woman who just wants to be considered for once, chosen and put first.”
“you put me first, always.” jessica rasped, digging her nails into your hips as she pulled you into her warm body before slamming you both back against the wall in a heated exchange. jessica dipped her head to peck your lips, softly this time, “you take such good care of me.”
you nestled your face into her neck, nipping at the skin there, “you deserve it.” your fingers laced finger together as a calm silence fell over you, words still unspoken but you two had an understanding. you both knew what this was and knew you’d have to protect yourselves at all cost, but for right now you just wanted to live in each others skin. “i hope i can make you feel as special and wanted as you’ve made me feel tonight jessica.”
pairing: anna (eternity) x female reader
warnings: eternity au, angst, hidden feelings, fake date, jealousy, arguing, making up, confessions, fluff, valentine’s day fic, 18+
word count: 1.3k
"almost there," anna smiled gently, adjusting the tripod to make sure the entire picnic layout was in frame. "put your hand here." your breath hitched in your throat when she grabbed your hand and placed it high up on her thick exposed thighs, her white satin dress doing the camera plenty of favors. you nearly evaporated into thin air when she gripped your jaw firmly and tilted your head, "now look at me just like that." she rasped, rubbing her index finger across your bottom lip while staring deeply into your chocolate brown eyes, "perfect."
you were easy like sunday morning, melting into her as your deepest desires lingered in a single innocent touch. as hard as you tried not to, you completely softened looking at the woman in front of you. her big brown eyes and cherub cheeks mirrored your own, but she was incredibly different from you. anna was effortlessly tantalizing and clever enough to pull you by an invisible leash you'd made snug all on your own.
but god she was so beautiful, you could never deny her. and so you tried to drill into your head that this was just a scheme, some ridiculous ploy to enact revenge on an ex of hers. you had no business even saying yes to this outrageous plan, especially when you had unrequited feelings for anna, and on valentine's day of all days... it was pathetic. but anna went all out with the fake picnic date and with the way she was casually touching you like you've been hers for an eternity— you just couldn't pretend anymore.
"anna, is this just- what are we doing here?"
"what do you mean? we're obviously making content for my instagram and tiktok silly! you know that crash out checks my socials daily and when these pics drop-."
"is that all this is? this is just content for you? like you're only doing this to make some irrelevant ex jealous in hopes that he... i don't know reaches out to you or something? and what are you going to do if he does reach out, get back with him?" you rambled, averting your eyes anywhere else but her face as your heartbeat thumped furiously in your chest.
"do you seriously think i'd get back with that jackass?" anna rasped.
"i don't know, would you?"
"of course not!"
"then what's the point in all of this!? i mean granted we’re in your backyard, but you put together a really cute picnic, you told me to wear all white and for what!? just for shits and giggles!?"
"umm okay... you sound so mad right now."
"you know what anna i am so mad right know," you swiftly rose to your feet smoothing out your clothes, "and so freaking stupid." you turned on your heels and stormed through the backyard and into her house.
without stopping you grabbed your purse off of the couch and headed to her front door, your eyes blurring a bit. just before you could reach the handle anna was grabbing you, turning you around to her. "what's going on with you? you're acting like a totally different person, is it because it's valentine's day?" anna asked sincerely, her face full of concern, "don't tell me you got a thing about valentine's day..."
"yes it's valentine's day and you're making me spend it with you to get revenge on an ex who you secretly want back! i think you have the thing about valentine's day!"
anna tilted her head and scrunched up her face, clearly aggravated at this point. "let's back track for a minute, i'm making you spend valentine's day with me? how!? you could have said no, you could be anywhere but here with me right now but you aren't!"
you sniffled as a stray tear ran down your cheek, you shook your head cursing yourself for not catching it in time, "you're right, i don't know what i was thinking believing you felt the same way i do."
anna gripped your chin sharply making you gasp and your eyes widen in shock, "who fucking said i don't feel the same? did you ever ask me?" she asked firmly, swiping her knuckle across your damp cheeks.
"n-no but- anna i know you know how i feel about you and this is just torture at this point." you sighed in defeat, looking utterly confused and a bit suspicious when anna started to laugh.
"ha i know, that was kind of the point." anna looped her hand in yours and gently led you over to the couch, she gestured for you to sit and you did. "i know i told you i wanted to do this to make that jackass ryan jealous, but i sort of kind of lied."
"why would you lie to me though?"
"i don't know, maybe i thought it would be easier to get you to spend valentine's day with me if you thought you were helping me?"
"you didn't have to bring up ryan though, i still would have been right here with you. so why didn't you just ask me?"
"the same reason you never told me you had feelings for me, it's hard to be vulnerable you know? you put yourself out there and expose your heart all to get rejected, it just doesn't feel good."
"well," you took a deep breathe and rested your manicured fingers on her knee. you slowly trailed your eyes back up to her face, you had her full attention. "i like you… and i've been hoping you felt the same way about me for quite some time now. do you?"
the silence between you two was deafening, all you could hear was birds chirping outside and sounds of cars passing by. you started to feel uncomfortable in your own skin and decided to take the hint. just when you were about to stand up again you felt anna gracefully cupping your cheek and turning your face towards her. you melted into her warm touch sinking deeper into her palm as your eyes fluttered closed, instantly subdued.
you felt her soft plump lips on yours, gentle at first and then coaxing your mouth open with her tongue. your body instantly heated up and you couldn’t stop the filthy moan from leaving your parted lips. anna’s tongue grazed your bottom lip before slipping inside of you, exploring and tasting you.
you gently pulled back from her, just enough to see her alluring eyes trained on you and her swollen lips trapped between her teeth. “anna, u-um.”
“i like you too, a whole lot actually and i want to officially make this a real valentine’s day date.” anna took one last glance at you before getting up and disappearing into the kitchen. shyly, you ran your fingers over your swollen lips, still dazed from the kiss. meanwhile, the other woman beamed back into the room carrying a bouquet of white roses and a card.
you stood from the couch, butterflies instantly filling your belly as your nerves took over. “what’s this?”
“happy valentine’s day,” anna cooed, holding the gifts out to you. you smiled shyly and took them, instantly smelling the flowers. “read the card.”
i thought if i could make you jealous you’d finally say something, that was stupid. the truth is, i don’t want anyone else. i want you. so instead of pretending to be something i’m not, i’m asking properly. will you go on a date with me?
xoxo, anna
you smiled looping your arms around anna’s shoulders and pressed your lips to hers, she rubbed her hands down your waist and pulled you closer to her. you moaned at her touch and slipped your tongue between her lips groaning at the taste of her.
anna released your mouth with a pop, “so is that a yes?”
you nodded your head and pecked her lips again, “so where are you taking me for our first real date?”
pairing: ava coleman x female reader
warnings: smut, strapon sex, dirty talk, bottom ava, mommy kink, teasing, biting, choking, pet names, valentine’s day fic, 18+
word count: 1.4k
your soft gentle fingers roamed across the other woman's frame, touching lightly enough to elicit the faintest moans from her parted lips. her smooth dark skin radiated against the silk wine red teddy she wore, exposing her thick thighs and long legs on display just for you. “you promised me ava." you whined, resting your hands flat on her shoulders and pushing back firmly.
her hair splayed around her poetically once her head hit the pillow and you pounced, you caressed her body and touched all the right places making her groan. your thick thighs rested on either side of her as you pulled the silk material up and peppered kisses on her bare skin.
ava squirmed beneath you, her face scrunched up and arms crossed over her chest as if she didn't enjoy having you on top of her. "pout all you want principal coleman but it's our first valentine's day together and i know damn well you don't want to spend it with me upset."
"you're so fucking spoiled! i bought you flowers, candy, stupid stuffed animals, took you to the fanciest most expensive restaurant in town — i even posted you on my instagram! what more do you want from me!?"
"i want you," in one swift movement you wrapped your hands around her wrist and pinned them above her head. you nuzzled your nose against her cheek before grazing your lips against the shell of her ear, "to let me make you feel as good as you make me feel."
your smooth seductive voice seeped into ava's ears like honey, her big doe eyes fluttering in uncertainty. you sat up on her gently, slyly grinding your hips into her as you rubbed your hands down her arms. you cupped her cheeks and forced her to look at you, "please let me, please... i promise i'll never ask again."
"just this once?" ava peered up at you through her hooded eyes, her resolve completely gone at this point. "god your lucky you're beautiful." she grumbled, pushing you off her and ripping her lingerie off. she spread her long legs wide exposing her damp center to you, "you're going to eat me first."
"i'd love to." you rasped, bottom lip trapped between your teeth as your eyes lingered on her pretty chocolate slit. you left sloppy kisses on her inner thighs, biting the skin there before softly massaging the area with your tongue. ava's hips jerked into you hard and you couldn't hide your smile, "you're so needy mommy."
ava fisted your curly hair and pushed your head into her cunt, "eat you spoiled bitch." you moaned and spat on her cunt, loving how your saliva dripped down her center. you slurped her pussy lips into your mouth, smacking and sucking like you've never been fed before. "fuuuck that mouth feels so good princess."
you smiled into her before licking up and down her wet slit, you used both hands to spread her open, admiring her pink hole. you spit on her plump pussy lips again and then suckled her clit into her mouth, "i love tasting you like this, you're so fucking beautiful when you make a mess all over my face." you moaned out, reaching up to massage her breast and twist her pebbled nipples.
ava threw her head back, mouth agape as loud cries escaped her throat and her hips jerking uncontrollably. "fuuuuck! yes mmm, just like that princess." you used your mouth perfectly and got her right on the edge until you pulled away, staring triumphantly at your handy work. your girlfriend's chest rose up and down rapidly, her thighs trembled and her manicured fingers fisted the comforter beneath you.
ava’s eyes finally flickered open and she turned her head towards you, she couldn’t help grin when she saw how your chin was covered in her juices. you ran your fingers across her thighs gently caressing her, “ready?” ava nodded and pulled you down into a sensual kiss, she swirled her tongue around yours moaning at the taste of herself.
simultaneously you dug into the nightstand next to the bed and pulled out the strapon and lube. you pulled away from her and secured the harness on your hips. up until this moment it had only been used on you, slow hard deep strokes… that’s how ava liked to give it to you. that’s when it hit you, you didn’t really know what you were doing.
“oh don’t get shy on me now, you begged for this remember? get the lube.” you nodded and grabbed the lube, applying a generous amount to her cunt and the silicone jutting out from your hips. “now go slow.”
you grabbed the base of the strap and eased the head inside of her as she groaned, once she relaxed you slowly sunk deeper watching the way she spread apart. “so fucking pretty.” you murmured, holding her thighs open as she rocked to meet your slow thrusts. “does it feel good mommy?”
“you spoiled little bitch,” ava propped herself up on her elbows and wrapped a hand around your throat, pulling you closer. “fuck me, mnmmm deeper.”
you moaned in response, setting a steady pace as you fucked the strap into her getting off from the friction rubbing against your own clit. watching her juicy pussy lips spread around the thick silicone almost made you cum on the spot but you wanted ava to fall first. “you look so good like this mommy, letting me fuck you so deep.”
you rested your forehead on top of hers, her sultry moans filling the bedroom as you fucked into her, taking your time like she does with you. “so good princess, so fucking good aahh!” ava let out a little scream and slipped a finger inside your mouth and you instinctively began to suck, “even on top you’re still mommy’s good little bitch huh?”
you nodded frantically grabbing your own tits and pulling at your own hardened nipples, “yes i’m your good little bitch.”
ava wrapped your hands around your waist, digging her manicured nails in and pulling you deeper inside of her. her juicy cunt fluttered around the strap and she collapsed back on the bed, her legs trembling hard around you. “mmmm princess, right fucking there don’t you stop baby.” she groaned, grinding her pussy into you.
“i wish we could stay like this forever ava, you look so fucking beautiful taking this dick for me.”
“oh you’ll never get to do this to me again.” she moaned out hastily, her warm body now covered in a thin sheet of sweat. you pouted as you slowed down, giving her sensual deep strokes, “ahh, y-you are so bad.”
“just want to make you cum mommy, please cum for me.” you pressed your lips to hers in a sweet kiss, still fucking her deep and slow. you had the determination of a mad woman, you wanted her to release all over you and the sheets.
“shit! oooohh fuck! right there, fuck right there! make me cum princess!” you slipped a hand between her thighs and rubbed small circles around her hardened clit, “fuuuuuck, make me cum you spoiled bitch.”
“yes mommy,” you buried the strapon inside of her cunt, holding it there for just a few seconds before snapping your hips over and over again frantically.
ava’s cries bounced off the walls as she squeezed her eyes closed, her pussy spasmed around the silicone and she finally tipped over the edge, digging her nails into your skin fiercely but you took it. she shook frantically underneath you, screaming your name and grinding her center into you. you were biting your lip so hard watching her you drew blood, but you didn’t care, you were watching the most graceful person on earth unravel and fall apart beautifully, and it was only for you.
“so fucking pretty mommy, god i love you so much.” you rasped, fucking her slowly through the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. once ava was completely spent you pulled out of her and discarded the sopping strapon. you crawled on top of her trailing kisses from her exposed chest to her neck and up to her high cheekbones. “mmm, you did so good for me ava.”
ava’s eyes fluttered open settling on your giddy charming smile, “let me find out you been dicking other bitches down.”
you both erupted with laughter, you ran a single finger across her plump lips before giving her a peck. “you’re my first and only principal coleman.”
“i better be… happy first valentine’s day princess.”
