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Home Early

Here you go, love!

summary: Emily gets home early from a case and you decide to join her in the shower.

genre: fluff and smut

cw: 18+ mdni! kinda softdom!emily, kinda sub!reader, praise, fingering (r and emily receiving), oral sex (emily receiving), reader has a vagina but nothing else is specified (the only word used to describe reader's genitalia is clit), shower sex, reader is written as non-male because I can't imagine emily as anything other than a lesbian, no use of y/n, brief joke about guns (used in hyperbole)

wordcount: 1.6k

The shower is running when you get home from work. You can hear it as soon as you step inside. Emily must have gotten home not long ago. You smile. You weren’t expecting her back for another day at least. You toe off your shoes and set your bag on the console table before making your way across the apartment toward the bathroom. 

You press your ear against the door for a moment but hear nothing except for the sound of the running water. You knock gently on the door.

“Oh!” Emily’s surprised voice is slightly muffled by the water and the door but you can still hear her. “I was hoping to surprise you when you came home.”

The thought makes you smile. “May I join you?” you ask.

“The day I say no to that question, I want you to take my gun and shoot me,” Emily jokes.

You open the door, and steam billows into your face. Emily must have forgotten to turn the fan on, so you do it for her. “So dramatic,” you laugh.

Emily chuckles in response.

You peel off your clothes and drop them on top of Emily’s. You peel back the shower curtain and step inside. “I don’t even know how to use a gun.”

Emily wraps her arms around your waist and gently pulls you against her. You drape your arms around her neck and smile at her.

She kisses you gently. “You’re smart. I’m sure you could figure it out,” she whispers against your lips.

You hum into her mouth as she catches your lower lip between her teeth. 

She pulls away and stares into your eyes. “You’re so beautiful, you know that, sweetheart?” she breathes. 

You feel your face warm and recapture her lips in a kiss to distract her from your embarrassment.

“So shy,” Emily mutters between kisses.

You hum in agreement and pull back to whisper, “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweet thing.”

You let your eyes wander over her face, taking in her beauty and the way the water cascades over her face, dripping from her nose and eyelashes. Her hair is slicked back from the water, and you can't help but run your hand through it.

“Have you washed your hair yet?” you ask.

“Just shampoo,” Emily responds.

You hum and reach behind her to grab the conditioner, squeezing a small amount into your hand. You set the bottle back and hold out your hand, palm up. “Turn,” you say simply.

Emily chuckles and removes her hands from your waist to do as you say, shuffling back slightly so the water lands on her chest instead of her face. You rub the conditioner between your hands before reaching up and sliding your fingers into her hair. You rub the conditioner into the roots of her hair, pressing and scratching at her scalp. Emily sighs happily.

You take your time working the conditioner into her hair, taking longer than necessary because you know Emily likes it when you rub her head. You press kisses along the back of her neck and shoulders. Eventually, your arms start to get a little tired, and you lower your hands to rinse off the conditioner.

Emily turns back around to face you with a soft smile.

You smile back at her and guide her forward to keep the water off her scalp. “I have something for you,” you say coyly.

“Oh?”

You hum in affirmation and, placing your hands on her hips for support, carefully sink to your knees.

“Oh,” Emily gasps, her hands instinctively coming to gently rest on your head. 

You look up at her with pleading eyes, practically begging Emily to let you taste her. She smiles down at you knowingly. “Go ahead, baby.”

The moment the words leave her lips, you press your face between her legs, licking a long stripe up to her clit. Emily gasps, and her hips press forward against your mouth for a moment before returning to their previous position. 

You shift your hands from her hips to grip the back of her thighs, spreading her legs slightly and pulling her hard against your face. Emily groans loudly and pushes your head forward slightly, picking up on your desire for her control.

You wrap your lips around her clit and the sound Emily makes goes straight between your legs. You moan against her, and the pressure of her hand increases.

“Fuck, so good, baby. Doing so good,” she mumbles.

The praise drives you crazy, and you start to eat her out with increased fervor. Everything you do draws loud moans from Emily’s lips that turn you on to no end. You press messy, open-mouthed kisses to her cunt. Nipping and sucking on her labia before flicking your tongue over her clit. 

Water cascades over your body and face, but you can still taste Emily’s arousal and feel your own sticking to your thighs. You tilt your chin forward, sticking out your tongue as far as it can go, and press the tip of it inside her. 

“Oh!” Emily gasps, doubling over slightly and using her grip on your head for support. You moan desperately into her cunt, and her hips jerk forward. “Fuck, sweetheart. Doing so good for me.”

You whimper against her and squeeze your thighs together to try to get some friction. You remove one of your hands from the back of her thighs and slip it between her legs, pulling your head back just enough for your hand to fit. 

You return your attention to Emily’s clit, rubbing circles into it with your tongue as you press your middle finger into of her. A violent moan rips free from Emily’s chest, and the fact that you’re the one making her feel so good has heat pooling in your gut and makes you whimper around her clit. 

You curl your finger, pressing it into that spongy spot inside of her over and over again as you continue your tongue’s ministrations on her clit. A mixture of praise and profanities falls from Emily’s lips as you finger her. You slip your ring finger in next, and the feeling has Emily moaning, “Just like that, baby. Just like that. Feels so good!”

You groan and, without stilling the movement of your fingers, pull your head back to look up at her. “C-can I touch myself?” you pant desperately, barely able to control yourself anymore.

Emily nods. “Go-go ahead, sweet thing,” she gasps, her words broken and interrupted by the sounds of her own pleasure.

“Thank you, thank you,” you gasp, wrapping your lips back around her clit and slipping your free hand between your thighs. You rub fast circles against your clit, but your hand stutters and stalls every few seconds, unable to move at a separate rhythm to the hand fingering Emily. 

You whimper desperately, bucking your hips into your hand as you continue to pleasure Emily. You whine and gasp against her clit as you finger her and try to get yourself off at the same time. Heat pools in your stomach, but despite how good it feels, it’s not enough.

You press a third finger into Emily, and another loud moan escapes her. “Fuck, I-I’m close,” she pants. 

You moan against her and press your fingers into that spot again and again until Emily cums with a cry of your name, clenching hard around your fingers. You work her through it, still desperately grinding your clit against your hand. 

Emily’s breathing slows as she comes down from her orgasm, and you remove your hand and lean back, focusing your efforts on yourself now.

Emily looks down at you and chuckles. “You having some trouble, sweet thing?”

You stare up at her with wide eyes and nod desperately.

“Do you want me to help?” she asks with a hint of loving condescension.

You nod again, and Emily lowers herself to the floor, slotting one of her legs between your knees. Water and conditioner stream from her hair, and she tilts her head back for a moment to get it out of her face before leaning forward and removing your hand. You whimper at the loss of stimulation, but almost instantly, Emily has two fingers pressed deep inside of you. 

You gasp and let your head fall forward, panting heavily as you try to keep breathing despite the incredible pleasure shooting through your body. With her free hand, Emily hooks a finger under your chin and lifts your head. You stare at her with wide, desperate eyes, and as if she could read your mind, she kisses you hard. 

You kiss back sloppily, overwhelmed by the feeling of her fingers inside of you and the heel of her palm on your clit. Then her fingers hit that spot, and you cum with a weak cry. Your head falls forward slightly, breaking the kiss, and Emily maneuvers herself so that your face is pressed into the crook of her neck as she works you through it, whispering praises into your ear.

Eventually, your orgasm fades, and you pull your head from her neck with a dopey smile. Emily chuckles and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. You hum and kiss her back.  

You run your hand through her hair, and the rest of the conditioner falls away.

“Maybe we should switch to a bath,” you joke.

Emily chuckles and guides you into her lap as she turns around, easing the pressure on your sore knees. Hooking an arm around your waist to keep you in place, she leans forward, plugging the drain and turning the nob to start the bath.

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