#emmett

jasper whitlock x male reader

synopsis: You never understood the hype over the Cullen family. Sure, they were beautiful, but didn’t anyone at school have enough common sense to notice something was off? Too bad a certain empath is smitten with you and merely finds your open disdain entertaining.

You never understood the hype over the Cullen family. Sure, they were beautiful, but didn’t anyone at school have enough common sense to notice something was off? They looked like marble statues. Flawlessly sculpted, but lifeless, almost artificial. And then there were their mannerisms, too controlled to be teenagers and a bit too uncanny for your liking.

Jasper Hale was no exception. Out of all of them, he seemed like the biggest walking red flag.

He wasn’t an asshole, exactly, but his whole demeanor screamed danger. Every time you glanced his way, he was as stiff as a board, eyes unblinking and hands clenched into fists beneath the table. There was a reason people said he was the second most unapproachable Cullen, with Rosalie taking the number one spot. Yet, despite his apparent hatred for people, he seemed determined to catch your attention.

He'd linger by your locker, his eyes burning a hole in your back. When you snapped at him to get lost, he didn’t flinch. He smiled. HE FUCKING SMILED LIKE YOU WERE A KITTEN THROWING A TANTRUM. In class, he'd try to strike up a conversation, blatantly ignoring your clipped and cold responses with a patience only a saint could have.

(Emmett x Fem Reader) 18+

Oneshot

Word Count: 5981

Warnings: Swearing, Unspecified Age Gap, Fluff, Smut: P in V, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Oral (F Receiving)

Author’s Note: Hiya! I am back with a longer oneshot for you all! It’s a bit of a slow burner but I still like it a lot, and I hope you do as well :) (Inspo: livelaughlovedally)

The sun slowly started to disappear behind the tall trees, her warmth replaced by a cold wind manoeuvering through the dense forest. Emmett and Y/N navigated through the bushes with caution, every step a risk. Silence was survival in this apocalyptic world, but difficult when you were forced to move, in search of food or shelter.

Y/N trusted Emmett with her life, he was the most important person she knew. Months ago, when the creatures arrived, Y/N’s parents both died to those monsters, leaving her behind to survive on her own. She was on the brink of starving to death when Emmett found her. Ever since then, the pair had not separated. Though both nearly always remained silent, a promise had formed between them, a bond forged in the crucible of shared hardship. A bond of loyalty and protection had been formed, one that would be hard to shatter.

As they silently moved through the forest, a shiver ran through Y/N’s aching body, the cold a harsh reminder of all the things they didn’t have.

Emmett’s eyes landed on her, scanning her from head to toe. The instant he noticed her shiver, he shrugged off his coat, holding it out to her. The look in his eyes was practically a command for her to take it.

Even though Y/N wasn’t always too fond of needing help, she couldn’t deny the pain in her cold hands and feet. She carefully took his coat, putting it on silently.

Slight relief flashed across Emmett’s expression, watching as she slipped his large coat on, almost completely swallowing her. The sleeves fell past her hands and the hem of the coat brushed against her knees. In any other circumstance, the sight may have looked comical, but not now.

His eyes scanned her face once more, noticing the blue tint to her lips. He was painfully aware of how the cold air affected Y/N’s already frail body. He adjusted his pace, staying closer to her, always checking and making sure she was okay. He hated seeing her suffer, whether it was from hunger, thirst or cold. He wanted to do more to help her, but was unable to in this cruel world.

Y/N tightened the coat around her thin figure, as they continued walking until Emmett stopped when the sight of a small waterfall came into view. The sound of the rushing water broke the eerie silence that constantly surrounded them.

After looking around and assessing the environment for any possible threats, he took a step forward, approaching the waterfall. “I think we can rest here for a bit. It's loud enough to cover any sound we make.” he spoke in a rough whisper.

“Okay…” Y/N nodded slowly, finding a soft patch of grass and moss and lowering herself to sit down. She pulled her legs underneath the coat, using it as a makeshift blanket while her stomach growled in protest.

Emmett's gaze flicked over her, the sound of her stomach growling making his heart ache a little.

“You're hungry.” he stated.

She nodded slowly, starting to pick up some sticks and dry leaves around her for a small fire.

A small, almost unnoticeable smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed her resourcefulness. He had taught her well, and it showed. But the sight also further confirmed his worry. It was clear she was exhausted and hungry.

Nevertheless, he knelt beside her, joining in gathering sticks and dry leaves of his own, working silently and efficiently.

It didn’t take long before the fire crackled and sparked to life, the warmth and light it provided a stark contrast to the cold and dark surroundings. Emmett watched as Y/N scooted closer to the fire, a wave of relief washing over him as he saw the color slowly returning to her beautiful lips.

He slowly scooted closer to the fire as well, the warmth seeping into his weary bones. He glanced at her, the flickering flames illuminating her tired face.

“You holding up alright?” he asked quietly, trying not to let the worry show in his voice.

She let out a trembling breath but nodded slowly, “Yeah I’ll…I’ll manage…what about you?…I haven’t seen you eat in…forever…”

Emmett was slightly taken aback by the question. It was true, he hadn't eaten in quite a while. He had been too focused on ensuring that she had enough sustenance, even if it meant sacrificing his own. “I'm fine. I've gone longer without food. You need it more than I do right now.” he remarked, letting out a low huff while his gaze fixated on the crackling fire.

Y/N chuckled softly, “Stubborn as always…”

He couldn't help but roll his eyes a little at her comment, but a ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Her ability to joke, even in this situation, was definitely admirable.

“Damn right I'm stubborn. That's what keeps us alive.” he said, his voice laced with his usual gruffness, but this time, there was a hint of affection.

She smiled softly at his words, “I suppose that’s true…in that case thank you for being such a stubborn ass…”

Seeing her smile made Emmett's heart skip a tiny beat, but he quickly pushed that aside, keeping his expression stoic and unreadable. He shrugged nonchalantly, trying to hide the growing affection he had for her behind his usual gruff exterior.

“You should be thanking me.” he replied gruffly, a rare hint of humor in his voice.

Y/N’s hand came up to rub her eyes, her fingers trembling from the cold. The coat was helping, but it wasn’t enough.

“You're still cold, aren't you?” Emmett asked, noticing the tremble of her fingers. He shifted his position, moving a little closer to her, almost instinctively trying to provide some extra warmth. She nodded, holding out her hands to the fire in a desperate attempt to warm them up. “Yeah…it…it’ll pass…” she replied.

Emmett's brows furrowed, the sight of her warming her hands only confirming his suspicions. He could practically see her shivering under the thick coat, and he hated it.

“It's not just going to 'pass'. You're freezing.”

He suddenly reached out and took her hands, enveloping them in his own calloused, but warm hands.

A shiver ran down her spine, and it wasn’t from the cold that time. The feeling of his big hands holding her smaller ones was so unfamiliar yet so comforting.

“I…uh…thank you…” she mumbled.

Emmett also noticed the size difference between their hands. A part of him felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the contrast, feeling her soft, small hands fit so perfectly into his.

He gently rubbed his thumbs along her cold skin, trying to bring some warmth back into them. “No need to thank me. Just trying to keep you from freezing to death.”

Y/N smiled softly at his words, her eyes fixed on their joined hands.

He felt her gaze on his hands, trying to ignore how it made his stomach churn in a way he didn’t understand. He continued rubbing her hands gently, his thumbs tracing soft, comforting circles on her skin.

The comforting feeling of his hands around hers made her exhaustion catch up with her, her eyes fluttering shut as she struggled to stay awake. Emmett could see the tiredness etched on every line of her face. His protective instincts kicked in, and he gently released her hands, wrapping an arm around her shoulders instead. He pulled her closer, letting her warm up with the heat radiating off his body.

“You're exhausted. Rest for a bit.” he instructed, the care clear in his tone.

Y/N was half asleep already, so she didn’t even have it in her to protest anymore. The moment he pulled her against his side, she wrapped her arms around him, burying her head against his chest, snuggling closer than she’d ever done.

His eyes widened in surprise when she didn’t resist. He froze for a moment, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture. Yet as soon as he felt her warm breath fan his chest, his arm instinctively wrapped tighter around her, pulling her even closer. The feeling of her body nestled against his was foreign, but not entirely unwelcome. He carefully let his hand trace along her back, moving up and down in a comforting motion.

Emmett watched as she slowly drifted off to sleep, her breathing growing slow and steady. He couldn't help but notice how vulnerable and fragile she looked like this. It stirred something deep within him, something he tried to hide.

The morning sunlight streamed through the trees, bathing the surroundings in a soft, pale light. Emmett's eyes slowly opened as the sunlight reflected upon the water, hitting his eyes. He felt a weight against his side, and it took him a moment to remember the events of last night.

Looking down, he noticed her still fast asleep, her body cuddled against him. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he took in the sight. He was usually an early riser, but for once, he was content to stay where he was, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of Y/N’s chest. It was a rare moment of calm in the chaotic, apocalyptic world.

Only a few minutes passed when Y/N slowly started waking up as well, burying her head against his chest without realising. But once she did, she slowly pulled back a bit, trying to hide the embarrassment in her eyes.

“Uh…morning…” she whispered, her voice still hoarse from sleep.

As he felt her pull away, a part of him, the part he would never admit, wanted to pull her back, to keep her close to him. But he didn't say anything, simply watching as her in her morning beauty.

“Morning. Sleep well?” he replied in a gruff whisper, nodding in greeting. His expression was stoic as usual, though a hint of something in his eyes gave him away.

She nodded, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she spoke, “I did…did you? I hope it…wasn’t uncomfortable I…I didn’t mean to-“

“Don't worry about it. I slept fine.” he interjected, shaking his head a little. He couldn't help but find the uncertainty in her voice endearing, how worried she was about causing him discomfort. Even though he tried to play it cool, a part of him had secretly enjoyed having her close.

Y/N smiled softly and nodded, relieved to know he hadn’t been uncomfortable.

“Okay…good…”

Emmett watched your smile for a second too long, before clearing his throat. He needed to focus, needed to keep his thoughts and emotions in check. This world left no room for distractions or unnecessary feelings. But her smile, so small and yet so radiant, made it hard.

“We should get going. We've wasted enough time already.” he stated. The moment of peace was over, and it was time to return to the harsh realities of the world. He quickly got up, his usual stoic facade back in place.

“Stay close. And stay quiet. We can't afford to attract any unwanted attention.”

“I know…” she whispered in response, slowly getting up as well.

Emmett's blue eyes scanned the surroundings, his hand hovering close to the machete on his belt. Despite the small moment of peace earlier, he was back in the survivalist mindset, constantly aware of the dangers that lurked everywhere. He gave her a final quick glance, nodding his head in the direction he wanted to go.

They started walking again, going through the shallow river and back into the dense forest. Emmett always took the lead, with Y/N following closely behind. Yet this time, no matter how hard she tried to stay close, she couldn’t. She hadn’t eaten in 40 hours, and it was taking a toll on her body. Her legs started feeling weak, her vision going black once in a while. She desperately wanted to call out to him, to tell him to slow down, yet she couldn’t risk making any noise.

Not a minute later, her body gave up, and she dropped to her knees, taking unsteady breaths.

Emmett swiftly turned when he heard the soft thud on the forest floor behind him. His heart jumped when he spotted her, his protective instincts igniting. He had noticed the signs of fatigue and hunger on her, yet he had hoped she would endure a little longer.

He hurried back to her, kneeling beside her. His hand tenderly cupped her face, his rough whisper betraying a hint of concern he couldn’t completely conceal.

“Are you alright? Can you stand?”

Y/N nodded slowly, inhaling deeply. “I…I’m fine…I just…need a moment…we…we need to find…something…anything…to eat…” she whispered quietly, her voice barely audible.

Emmett's jaw clenched as she reassured him that she was fine, despite the clear signs that she was not. He could see the exhaustion etched on her face, the slight tremor in her body. He was acutely aware that she required food. They both did.

“I know, I know. We'll find something. Just...Just stay with me, alright?” he murmured as he gently helped her back to her feet, his arm encircling her waist, serving as a makeshift support to help her remain steady.

His heart ached as he felt her weight leaning heavily against him, her eyes fluttering closed every few seconds. He knew she was pushing herself far beyond her limits, and it pained him to see her struggle. Yet, he remained stoically silent, concentrating on keeping her upright and moving forward.

As they moved, Emmett's sharp eyes caught sight of a concealed cottage nestled among the foliage. It was a glimmer of hope, a possible source of shelter and supplies. He carefully examined the surroundings, listening for any signs of movement, any indication of danger.

He glanced at Y/N once more, assessing her condition. She was still heavily reliant on him, barely able to stand. “Can you make it inside? I'll scout the perimeter real quick.” he whispered into her ear.

She nodded slowly, and Emmett acknowledged her with a nod of his own, his heart tightening at the sight of her frail condition. He assisted her to the cottage door, holding her steady as she leaned against the frame. Although he was reluctant to leave her alone in such a state, he also knew the risks of not scanning the area first. “I'll be back soon. Just...Just stay here, alright?” he requested, gently squeezing her shoulder.

Ten minutes later, Emmett returned from his perimeter check, expecting to find her waiting somewhere inside the cottage. However, as he neared the door, his heart sank when he saw her collapsed figure in the hallway, barely conscious.

He rushed over, his heart pounding with fear and concern. He dropped down to his knees beside her, carefully lifting her head with his rough hand. “Can you hear me? Say something, Y/N” he whispered, his voice nearly pleading.

Y/N gradually opened her eyes, struggling to find his gaze. “Emmett…” she murmured, her voice faint.

Emmett's heart tightened as he noticed how weak she was. He knew exactly what was wrong. She was starving. She needed food, and fast. He cursed silently, feeling a blend of frustration and helplessness. “Yeah, I'm here. Just stay with me…I'll find you something to eat. Hang in there, okay?” he whispered, gently cupping her face, his rough thumb brushing against her cheek.

Without further delay, he quickly stood up and began to search the cottage, every muscle in his body tense with urgency. He discovered the kitchen, fortunately intact. It appeared that no other survivors had pillaged this place yet. Much of the food had spoiled, but there were some edible cans of soup and beans.

Grabbing a few cans, he hurried back to Y/N, kneeling beside her once more. He quietly opened a can of soup before whispering, “Hey, hey, can you sit up a little? You gotta eat something.”

She tried her best, her body trembling as she slowly pushed herself up. Emmett gently placed a hand behind her back, assisting her in leaning against the wall so she could eat.

He scooped a spoonful of soup, carefully bringing it to her lips. She opened her mouth, her lips wrapping around the cold metal spoon.

Emmett observed intently as she began to eat slowly, a sense of relief washing over him. He continued to feed her the soup, spoonful after spoonful, ensuring she consumed every last drop. His heart ached at the sight of her, so weakened and fragile, but he was determined to nurse her back to strength.

“That's right, keep eating. You're doing good sweetheart…” he murmured quietly, the nickname slipping from his lips.

Once the can of soup was entirely emptied, Y/N tilted her head back, closing her eyes as her body tried to process the much-needed food.

Emmett tenderly wiped a stray drop of soup from the corner of her mouth with his thumb, his touch unexpectedly gentle. “Just rest for a bit. I'll stay right here.”

It was already dark outside when Y/N gradually regained consciousness, discovering herself on a soft mattress in a small room. She propped herself up, scanning her surroundings, her eyes landing on Emmett who was lying on the floor beside her, trying to sleep.

“Emmett?…” she whispered.

He startled awake at the sound of her whispered voice, his senses immediately sharpening. He sat up, his eyes quickly finding hers in the dim moonlight. He had been dozing off slightly, but Y/N being awake had him completely attentive again.

“You're awake…” he stated in a silent and rough voice. He swiftly rose to his feet, moving to sit on the edge of the mattress beside her, evaluating her state. His expression softened as he noticed her rubbing her eyes, his heart relieved to see some life returning to her. He reached out, gently taking her hand in his, offering a firm, grounding squeeze. “How are you feeling? Better?” he inquired, his voice laced with concern and protectiveness, his sharp eyes searching her face for any signs of worsening.

Y/N nodded once more, unable to suppress a shiver that coursed down her spine at the sensation of his hand enveloping hers.

“I…uh…yeah I’m…feeling a lot better…thank you…” she responded softly, her gaze locked onto his.

“Good…that's good. You had me worried.”

His gaze remained fixed on hers, the intensity in his ice blue eyes unwavering. His thumb gently caressed her knuckles, eliciting a soft smile from her lips. For a brief moment, Y/N simply gazed at him, before her eyes drifted down to their intertwined hands.

“I…thank you…Emmett…I couldn’t live-…survive without you…”

Emmett's hold on her hand tightened slightly in response to her words. He observed her as she gazed down at their clasped hands, his heart swelling with an indescribable feeling. “Don't talk like that…you’re not escaping me that easily…” he murmured, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He gently squeezed her hand, his thumb tracing small circles against her skin.

Y/N let out a soft chuckle, meeting his eyes once more and holding his gaze for a brief moment. He cherished the sound of her gentle laughter, the sound so rare in this harsh, unforgiving world they lived in.

Their eyes remained locked, a blend of emotions swirling within both of them.

Without thinking, Emmett’s free hand moved to gently cup her cheek, his rough fingertips softly tracing along her jawline. His thumb lightly brushed against her lower lip.

“You're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart…”

Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into his touch, releasing a shaky sigh, “I…” she began, but the words faded on her tongue.

The sensation of her skin beneath his fingers felt like fire, igniting an emotion he had never experienced before. Emmett gently tilted her chin upward, his voice a low whisper, “Look at me.”

Y/N gradually opened her eyes, her gaze sweeping over his face, taking in his eyes, nose, beard, lips, all of his features.

Emmett's heart raced as he felt her eyes exploring his face, and he swallowed hard, the intensity in her gaze causing his pulse to quicken.

“You have no idea what you do to me…” he murmured, his thumb slowly tracing the outline of her lower lip once more, his body inching closer. Y/N slowly leaned back a bit on the bed, lying on her back, her eyes locked with his.

“Tell me…” she whispered.

He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He leaned over her, one hand resting on the bed beside her head, his large frame nearly hovering over hers.

“It drives me fucking insane…how much I care about you. How much I worry…every time you're hurt or in danger. How much I…how much I…” he trailed off, his eyes searching hers.

Y/N nodded slowly, her hand rising to cup his cheek. “I know…I know…”

The instant her hand made contact with his cheek, Emmett's breath caught in his throat, and he instinctively leaned into her gentle touch. He couldn't deny it any longer, he couldn't deny the way she made him feel. Closing his eyes, he savored the sensation of her soft hand against his face, before opening them again, his steel blue gaze fixed intently on hers.

She took a shaky breath before whispering, “Is…is this smart?…”

Emmett released a low, huffed laugh in response to her question, his gaze unwavering. Nothing about this was smart, not their situation, not their survival, and certainly not the feelings igniting between them. Yet, he found that he could not bring himself to care, even if he wanted to. “Probably not…” he replied softly, as his hand rested gently on her hip.

Y/N tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, her eyes darting to his lips.

“We shouldn’t…” she whispered so softly that she was uncertain if he heard her.

Emmett's knew she was right. They shouldn't. It was a terrible idea. A reckless decision. A weakness in this world. And yet, he desired her more than anything else.

“We really…really shouldn't…” he muttered, his hand on her hip gripping a little tighter, drawing her closer. Her gaze was now locked on his lips as she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes, attempting to think rationally.

Emmett's heart was thundering in his chest. He could sense Y/N wrestling with her thoughts, striving to be logical and reasonable, but the tension and longing between them were making it nearly impossible. He swallowed hard, his body inching even closer to hers, their bodies practically touching now.

“Sweetheart…”

She gradually reopened her eyes, meeting his gaze. His eyes penetrated hers, filled with desire, protectiveness, and need, all swirling in his icy blue gaze. He knew he shouldn't give in. He knew he should step away. But he found himself unable to do so. “Screw it…” he muttered under his breath before leaning down and claiming her lips in a rough, possessive kiss.

Y/N instantly released a soft moan into the kiss, kissing him back passionately, causing Emmett’s mind to go blank for a moment. His body instinctively reacted, his hands gripping her more firmly, pulling her closer. Y/N’s legs wrapped around his hips, her hand clutching the back of his neck.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth, tasting her, devouring her. He emitted a low growl, his desire and need overwhelming his senses.

When they finally broke apart for air, Y/N tilted her head back, “Fuck…” she cursed quietly.

Emmett's breathing was ragged, a small groan escaping his lips as he observed her lean her head back, exposing the skin of her neck. He wasted no time, his lips instantly attaching to her skin, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her jawline and to her neck, finding that sensitive spot near her collarbone. His hands explored her body, gripping, touching, yearning for more of her.

“You have no idea…how crazy you make me feel…”

Y/N’s breathing picked up as well, soft, quiet moans escaping her lips. “We…shouldn’t…it’s too…loud…”

Emmett groaned against her skin as he heard her sweet moans, his body yearning for more, his desire for her intensifying with each passing moment. Despite knowing she was correct about needing to be quiet, it became increasingly difficult for him to maintain control.

“I know, I know…” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. His rough hands roamed over her hips and thighs, drawing her even closer to him.

Y/N stifled another moan, softly whispering, “You can’t stop now can you?…”

A low growl left his lips at her whisper, his resistance crumbling faster and faster. He couldn't pull away now, even if he wished to. The sensation of her, the sound of her, it was driving him insane. “Fuck no…”

“Fuck…okay…let’s…do it quick…we can’t make too much noise…” she warned, looking into his eyes.

“Right…” Emmett groaned, his hands already working to remove her shirt, his body pressing her down onto the mattress. She quickly raised her arms as he pulled her shirt off, tossing it aside, his eyes roaming over her exposed skin.

The sight of her beneath him like this, the way her body responded to his touch was driving him wild. He assisted her as she began unbuttoning his shirt, discarding it as well, his gaze never leaving her form.

“Fuck you're gorgeous...” he whispered, his lips trailing kisses along her collarbone and down to her chest. She smiled at his compliment, her fingers threading through his hair.

“God Emmett…you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this…”

Emmett's eyelids gently closed as her fingers ran through his locks. Those words made his heart skip a beat. Those words caused his heart to race. He propped himself up, gazing down at her, his eyes clouded with longing. “How long...?” he inquired, his voice raw with need, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her pants.

She lifted her hips, assisting him in removing her pants while she murmured, “So long…but at first I thought it was just admiration you know? Like a father…but now I know it was so much more. I never dared to do anything because I…I thought you would…find it weird given my age…”

Emmett's expression shifted, some of the yearning in his eyes fading momentarily, replaced by a nearly tender gaze.

“Your age?” he repeated quietly. He leaned closer, his forehead pressing against hers, his hands squeezing the flesh of her hips.

“I don't give a damn about your age, sweetheart…”

Y/N chuckled softly, “I can see that…” she replied while working on his pants, tugging them down.

He couldn't resist a playful smirk at her comment, his hands grabbing the back of her thighs, his eyes sparkling with a blend of desire and a touch of humor.

“You’ll see a lot more in a second…” he growled under his breath, his fingers drawing small circles on her skin. Once they were both stripped bare, Y/N’s gaze wandered over his body, gazing at his erection for the first time. “Fuck…we should’ve done this a lot sooner…” she murmured.

Emmett felt her gaze on his body like a physical touch, the intensity in her eyes making him shiver. He let out an appreciative groan, his eyes returning the favor, absorbing every inch of her beneath him. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to…how many times I've thought about you, like this…” he murmured, his voice filled with need, his body lowering back to hers, his chest pressing against hers while his hips settled between her legs.

She smiled and bit her lip, her breathing growing unsteady when she felt his cock brush against her inner thigh. Capturing his lips in a soft kiss, her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer.

Emmett instantly deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking hers, his arms enveloping her body as his hands explored her back, his touch nearly desperate.

He muttered between kisses, his voice huskier than usual, yearning for her, “Do you know how many nights I've thought about this? How many times I've thought of you, just like this…”

“Show me…what you did to me in your thoughts…” she replied, smiling against his lips.

Those words sent a shiver throughout Emmett's body, his heart racing at the mere thought of doing the things he had fantasized about, to her. He leaned back slightly, gazing into her eyes, which were filled with longing.

“You sure you want that, sweetheart?…”

His hand traced a path down her side, his touch leaving goosebumps across her skin. Y/N quickly nodded, her legs tightening around him, “Yes…please…”

He grinned at her needy reaction, “You're gonna be the death of me, I swear...” he muttered, his hands firmly gripping her hips as he gradually pushed his cock into her pussy, filling her slowly, inch by inch.

Y/N had to stifle a gasp with her hand, silencing the sound escaping her lips while her other hand clutched his back. Her nails pressed into his skin, eliciting a groan from him.

Emmett leaned down, his lips brushing against her shoulder, his voice a low whisper, “You gotta be quieter sweetheart…we can't make too much noise…you think you can be quiet for me?…”

“I’ll…I’ll try…” she murmured against her hand.

He shivered at the sound of her muffled voice. The sight of her struggling to remain silent for him was driving him mad.

“You better…can't…can't let the creatures hear us…”

His hips slowly started to move against her, his motions achingly slow, taking his time to savour the sensation of her cunt enveloping him so perfectly. She responded with a soft moan, her legs instinctively tightening around him, pulling him in deeper.

His hold on her hips tightened at the sound of her muffled moan, making it difficult for him to maintain control, to keep the pace slow. His eyes darkened with lust as he lifted his head, gazing down at her, her hand covering her mouth, attempting to stay quiet.

“Fuck sweetheart…the things I want to do to you…” he breathed, his voice rough and strained, his pace gradually picking up.

She moaned and gasped against her hand, muffling her sounds to avoid attracting any creatures. Given that she hadn’t been intimate in quite some time, and neither had Emmett, lasting long was not an option.

The way she looked in that moment was pushing him to the edge, faster than he expected. He wished to go slow and savor the moment, yet it was becoming more challenging with each passing second. He leaned down once more, his lips finding her ear, his tongue tracing its shell. “Sweetheart…I'm not…I'm not gonna last…you feel too damn good…” he warned quietly.

Y/N gradually withdrew her hand, whispering in between breaths, “It’s okay…me neither…”

Those words shattered his restraint. He could no longer contain himself, his self-control crumbling at the realization that she was also nearing her limit, that he was not the only one experiencing this intensity. His movements became increasingly urgent and desperate, his breathing heavy and labored.

“Sweetheart…I'm so close…” he gasped. The urgency in his tone was nearly enough to push him over the brink right there. However, after a few more deep, forceful thrusts, Y/N reached her climax first. Waves of ecstasy enveloped her, a louder moan escaping her lips.

The sound of her less muffled moan was the final trigger he needed. It sent him spiraling over the edge, the tension that had been building in his body since the kiss and all the emotions from their past confessions releasing in one overwhelming moment, as he released deep within her.

Y/N was breathing heavily, a layer of sweat covering her body, yet unable to erase the satisfied smile from her face.

“Fuck…Emmett…”

Emmett’s body quivered with the aftershocks of pleasure, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He lifted his head, looking down at her with a dazed and almost reverent expression in his eyes, his hand coming up to gently rest on her cheek. “Damn sweetheart…” he panted out, his voice hoarse and breathless, his body still pressed against hers, unwilling to let her go.

She laughed softly, gazing up at him, her hand gently cradling his cheek as well. He instantly leaned into her touch, his face nuzzling against her palm, a slight smile forming at the corners of his mouth. The sound of her laughter combined with her breathless tone caused his heart to race. He remained buried deep inside her, reluctant to withdraw just yet.

“You're gonna kill me, you know that?”

“But what a way to go…” she replied quietly, a smile gracing her lips. She captured his lips in a soft kiss, the hunger and intensity from earlier gone. Emmett chuckled against her lips, returning the kiss tenderly.

“Can't think of a better way…” he muttered against her lips, his thumb softly gliding over her cheek, his breath mingling with hers.

He slowly pulled out of her, a small hiss leaving his lips as he did. He gazed down, observing her pussy filled with both their releases, and he found it impossible to resist. He lowered himself down her body, spreading her legs.

After taking a moment to appreciate the view, he found himself wondering how sweet she might taste. Without hesitation, he ran his tongue over her folds, savoring a blend of both their releases. He realized that he couldn’t get enough, eagerly lapping up every drop.

Y/N was still sensitive from her orgasm, and the sensation of his tongue gliding through her folds elicited a moan, only too loud. As the sound escaped her lips, a distant, faint roar resonated from deep within the woods. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes widening in realization that the creatures had heard her.

Emmett instantly cursed under his breath. His body still quivered with desire, but the echo of the creature's roar in the distance, coupled with the realization that they had been heard, was enough to bring him back from the brink, his focus shifting towards survival.

“Quiet sweetheart…damn it…”

His eyes scanned the surroundings, his ears straining to catch any sign of the approaching creature. Unfortunately, it was not long before they heard the loud thuds drawing nearer, the creature's heavy footsteps getting closer to the cabin. He tensed, his protective instincts igniting.

“Sweetheart…get up. Now.” he commanded in a low whisper. His gaze flicked to the cabin door, hoping that the creature would not burst through at any moment.

Y/N swiftly got up, her hand still firmly pressed over her mouth to stifle any sound. She understood that whispering would be too loud, so she remained completely still. The creature was just outside the cabin, searching for the origin of the noise. If it wasn’t blind, they would have already been discovered.

Emmett stood up quickly, his body tense and alert. He could hear the creature outside, listening intently, attempting to locate the source of the noise, its heavy breaths breaking the silence. Emmett's body was rigid, his senses heightened and his mind fixated on survival.

They both remained completely still, and fortunately for them, something else diverted the creature's attention. It let out a loud roar, causing Y/N to cover her ears, before it fled, its massive body crashing through the bushes and small trees.

Emmett exhaled a shaky breath, glancing at her, his voice soft and calming, “Sweetheart…it's gone. You can put your hands down now.”

He sat back down on the edge of the mattress with a sigh, his hand gently touching her arm, checking to see if she was okay.

Y/N inhaled shakily, gradually lowering her hands from her ears, her body still tense. “That was close…” she whispered, her heart still racing from the near encounter with the creature, from narrowly escaping death.

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Hello love! Thank you so so much for a request and thank you for adding this adorable gif TwT. Let's jump in and meet Cullens, shall we? ^^ El <3

Emmett Cullen- one of us

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Meeting your boyfriends family ^^

Reader has a lil' baby :3

🍄 Pairing: Emmett Cullen x Reader

🍄 Genre: Fluff

🍄 Summary: With an extra shift pending, your only babysitting option is your giant vampire of a boyfriend...

🍄 Word Count: 2144

🍄 Abbreviations: (t/n) - toddler name

🍄 Warnings: None

🍄 Note: Here is the long awaited sequel to Little Bee. This can be read on it's own but has also been written in continuation of the previous fanfic. Enjoy! :0)

“There’s my girls!” Emmett’s voice boomed as he stepped through the front door of your home, a wide Cheshire-like grin on his lips and arms spread wide. (T/n) didn’t even hesitate, she threw her legs over the side of the sofa and slid herself down the cushions and onto the floor and in an instant her little feet slapped against the wooden flooring as she launched herself in Emmett’s direction.