SYNOPSIS: You're a rising photographer for the Portland Fire who was being paid to cover one of the biggest games of the season. Not to mention you have been hooking up with THE Emily Engstler...but tonight was different.
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Tonight the Fire faced their rivals, the Atlanta Dream. Emily had been rising in name recognition in the WNBA, which meant more coverage was needed to keep the people happy; yet Emily was pretty reserved, so getting her to talk took almost everything. Well, a few weeks ago, one drink led to another, the words turned into flirting, the flirting turned into you going home with her, and then it ended up with you waking up in her bed naked and with a pounding headache.
You never wanted to be a rebound for her, especially after seeing how Emily and Veronica, her ex, ended. The thoughts consumed you until the sound of a car door shutting pulled you out of it. A few players showed up before Emily did, getting quick pictures of them and then quickly checking they worked for the team's Instagram. When Emily showed up, you paused- she didn’t show up in a hoodie and sweatpants; she looked almost too good. Her walk showed all her confidence, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t the most attractive thing you’ve seen in a while. You admired the way her shoulders slightly moved with every step, her boots hitting the concrete of the floor, that small yet cocky smirk she had when she knew she looked good.
As you started taking a few photos, she gave you that smirk, the one that said all the words without her saying anything. She could see how your cheeks flushed as you took photos, making sure to get all the “good” angles, and she was eating it up.
“I look good?” She asked, the rasp adding to the heat you were already feeling.
You just looked up at her with a grin, “Absolutely.” You add
She grinned before taking her jacket off, showing off her muscular body in just a tank top now, her arm tattoos on display. She looked over as you snapped a few photos like that, but she wasn't staring at the camera as she posed; she was looking at you.
Throughout the game, you took shots of the player, but Emily always stood out more than anything, especially with how she was playing.
After the Fire won, you packed your things to leave, wanting to get Emily out of your head. After being in your thoughts for a while, you felt someone standing behind you, the familiar YSL cologne being a dead giveaway.
“You still ignoring my calls?” Emily spoke up as her eyes ran over your backside.
You paused before turning to face her, your camera forgotten as you leaned against the table. “Who said I wasn’t busy?” You reply. As your eyes scanned her, you realized she was in the outfit from the tunnel again, clear intentions of something.
“Yeah, whatever. I’m taking you out tonight, cmon.” She says, grabbing her keys and clearly not taking no for an answer.
“People will see-” You get out, trying to get out of it.
“I don’t give a shit.” She shrugs as she looks at you, her eyes growing dark with her thoughts running.
She took you to the bar, getting some drinks and food. She kept glancing at you, but she didn’t know how to word the question floating in her head: was this really just some friends with benefits, or did you push her away because you wanted more?
“Why do you keep trying to take me out if I keep ghosting you?” You finally speak up, your eyes saying the complete opposite when you see her muscles under that damn jacket.
“Maybe I like you…Or we're both just secretly lonely and like sex,” She replies bluntly as she stole a fry.
You choked on your drink, some of it spilling out onto your shirt and the table. The alcohol and her words were not mixing well. You stared at her, going to say something, but she was quicker. Her lips found yours, slow but sensual enough to know you weren’t making it to your hotel room tonight.
“You’re terrible…” You whisper into her lips but don't pull away.
The kiss lasted a little before she pulled away a little to place a few on your jaw. “Cmon baby…I need you.” She looks at you with those hazel eyes, the ones that you could never deny, especially when she looked this good and was begging for you.
You quickly gathered your stuff, Emily smirking as she placed a hundred on the table to cover the tab and finding your hand to lead you back to the hotel.
Once you two were in the hotel room, there was no saving grace. The door clicked shut; her hands found your waist, kissing you sloppy. Her breaths were shallow, and her hands wandered, trying to feel all of you.
You moaned into her lips, your hands gently pushing her jacket off of her shoulders, leaving her in that black, tight-fitting tank top. She swallowed your moan quickly, her lips moving down to your neck, her larger hand tilting your neck up so she could get to your sweet spots. She sucked gently, finding that perfect spot that made your moans sound like music to her ears.
“Fuck, you sound so good…just how I remembered,” She whispered, breathless.
Your hands found her belt as you pushed her back onto the bed, moving to straddle her. Her hands quickly found your hips, pulling you down onto her. Your eyes got stuck onto the sliver of abs that peeked out from her pants and tank top as you pulled her pants down, leaving her in black boxers. She quickly flipped you two, laying you back against her pillows as she kissed down your neck again, her hands pushing your shirt up so she could feel your curves.
As you gasped, she looked down, admiring you like you were the altar she prayed over. She pulled your shirt over your head as her eyes stayed on the lace bra that was revealed.
“So perfect, and all mine.” She said, sitting up between your legs, but paused her hands, “Can I keep going?”
The words couldn’t come out, so all you could do was nod quickly. She grinned as she pulled your jeans off; now you were left in your matching lace set and her in her tank top and boxers. She leaned down, kissing your chest and stomach, her hand reaching back and unclasping your bra swiftly, rolling her hips into yours. You gasped, your hips bucking to chase hers. Your eyes were down on her as both your bodies grew warmer with need.
“Em, stop teasing…” You pleaded softly, a whine escaping with it.
She just smirked, her lips working against your inner thighs now, slow but making sure you felt every single thing she did. Her hands pushed your underwear off, tossing them into the pile of discarded clothes. She admired you again, this time nothing on…How she dreamed of seeing you after weeks of nothing.
Her hands wandered gently before one found your sensitive bud, applying pressure but circling slowly. A moan escaped your mouth at the sudden sensation and mixed with the unholy noise coming from your core and her fingers. She leaned down, pressing her lips to your neck before whispering, “You feel so good.” She gasped, not caring to hide how this made her feel.
Her fingers stopped, causing a whine to escape your lips, but it was cut off with a gasp as her two fingers filled you quickly. Your eyes fluttered as she pushed them in, the pace growing with each thrust.
“Oh my God-” You gasp, your own hand reaching to grasp her hand that was pushing into you. The room was growing hot around you, the light hitting her so perfectly. Her soft pants filled the room with the sound of your wetness. She pulled away, licking you up off her fingers before her mouth found your clit, her hands lifting your legs over her shoulders.
A louder moan escaped, your hand finding her hair, messing up her precisely made bun. The metal of her snake eye piercing worked against your bud, sucking up every part of you like she was starved. Her eyes hazed over, looking up at your lips, parted, the blissed expression on your face.
“Right there, Em,” You moan, your hips rolling into her tongue. It was clear from the way your legs shook around her head that you were close. She had no plan of stopping soon; the way you moaned her name made her wet, and she wanted to hear it every second of every day.
Your eyes shut, back slightly arching as you hit your climax. “Emily…” You gasp out, hips rolling harder into her face as you leaked against her so perfectly, better than she remembered. Emily easily cleaned you up, kissing from your stomach to your lips before pulling away.
“What are you-” You get out, but she held her hand up to stop you, quickly going to her bag sitting over by the window. You shakily sat up in her bed to watch how she moved with precision, like she knew what she needed in this moment. You crawled to the side of the bed, sitting there on your knees as you saw her grab the infamous strap from her bag.
Emily was known for how good she was in bed; you always just had to roll your eyes and change the topic…that was until you got to feel it for yourself. She looked up at you perched up on your knees, “You want this…?” She asks.
You look at it, then up at her eyes- how her cheeks were flushed and still needy. “Is that even a question?” You grin, watching her walk back over. She slid her boxers off, but before she could put the strap on, you pushed your fingers between her folds, causing a groan from her. Your eyes looked up at her as you licked the slick off of your fingers.
“Fuck,” Emily whispers, breathless as she shook her head gently, as her eyes darkened; they were black compared to her normal hazel color.
She laid you back on the bed, legs dangling off the side as she stood between them, pulling the strap on. “Say it…I’m not continuing unless you tell me you want this.” She said breathlessly as she stared down at you.
You looked up at her, “I want you to fuck me emily…” You say, moving her hands to feel on your body.
She slid herself into you slowly, allowing you time to adjust to it or tell her to stop. Her eyes stayed on you as she continued, watching as your gasps filled her ears. Your hands pulled her tank top over her head, leaving her bare.
Your nails dug into her back as she thrusted into you; with each motion, it felt like she moved faster. Hearing her so breathless and her tattooed arm wrapping around you to pull you closer drove you insane.
“You're all mine…god-” she breathes out; the sound of your skin and wetness mixing drove her crazy. Her head dipped down, burying into your shoulder as her hips stuttered, yet she refused to release before you did.
“I'm all yours,” You gasp out, moans almost into cries with how sensitive you were now. She knew your body so perfectly, knowing exactly what to do to make you cum. Her free hand moved down, circling your puffy bud as she kissed your jaw, “You close?” she asks, breathless.
You opened your mouth to respond, but the euphoric feeling was chasing after you two, causing a whine to come out. A quick nod followed as your back arched into her, your chests pressed together as Emily let go, yet not slowing her tempo. Once she felt your nails truly dig in her back, her hips slowed, extending your high. She winced at the feeling of your nails, but it added to the climax instead of hurting. Her eyes were glued to her face as she felt your body shaking under her, her hand gently pushing your curls out of your face.
“You feel good, Princess?” she asks, pressing a kiss to your parted lips. You smiled against Emily's lips as your eyes opened to look up at her. “You- you’re damn perfect,” you say, breathless.
By the time you two cleaned up and calmed down, the city outside the hotel window had finally gone quiet. Neither of you rushed to fill the silence that filled the hotel room. You both knew that tomorrow brought another flight, another practice, another game, but for now, the only thing that mattered was being in her arms.
“I love this…being with you,” She whispers, your head nodding in agreement.
Your fingers traced up and down her muscular arms as they held you close to her chest. She smiled softly as she admired you, the way your eyes were fighting sleep, but she didn’t say a word, just pressing a soft kiss to your head and pulling the blankets up over your naked bodies; any worries were tomorrow's problem.
a/n: I hope you enjoy this one and if it sucks, I'm sorry I'm still rusty and it's my second time truly writing a smut story...
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