FIC: Candy Apple
Title: Candy Apple
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Andy/Emily
Prompt(s):Devil Wears Prada, Andy/Emily, angryoffice!sex
Summary: Emily will always come out on top.
Disclaimer: haha...please. If I owned them, they'd so do it every chance they got.
A/N: This one was written at encouragement of sinandmisery. I used one of the prompts from her Porn Battle. This pairing made me nervous. I hope you enjoy...comments are love.
When Emily fucks Andy, it feels like she hates her. It’s probably because she does. Not that she ever inflicts pain on her, at least not the kind that isn’t tempered with pleasure. No she calmly turns Andy away from her because she can’t stand to watch her smug little face while she enjoys this far more than anyone that eats carbs should. And this isn’t about enjoyment or even satisfaction. It’s about the gratification of respect. It’s about teaching Miss “Sensible Shoes” that at the end of the day, Emily will always come out on top.
So she bends Andy over her desk and shoves the snug fitting Chanel skirt up over curving hips. Begrudgingly admiring the Cosabella: Sex and the City, “Samantha” collection see through thong, she rears her hand back and brings it down against the suddenly chilled flesh of Andy’s ass. It is punishment for her admiration. The surprised yelp it brings makes her grin. She does it again. This time because she loves symmetry and the skin is turning a lovely shade of pink. Andy apparently enjoys it just as much as she does and her grin turns feral at the resulting moan.
Ripping the thin scrap of fabric down her legs, Emily kneels behind her, spreading her legs. Andy’s already dripping and they’ve not even started. She blows lightly over the sensitive flesh, loving the way it makes the brunette squirm. “I wonder,” she ponders aloud, “…what Miranda would do if she knew that you begged me to do this every night.” Andy whimpers as Emily’s fingers danced over her thighs as she continued to send little tuffs of air over her swollen sex. “I wonder what she’d say if she knew her precious second assistant was such a slut for being bent over her desk and fucked until she drips down her leg.” Emily leans forward and runs her tongue up the inside of Andy’s leg, shivering slightly as she tastes the telltale signs of Andy’s arousal. Annoyed by the sudden jolt it sends to her sex, she bites at the tender flesh, delighting in the hiss it brings.
“I wonder if she can smell it on you as you hand her the book,” Emily says as licks the other thigh. Andy groans and Emily laughs. “That would be a laugh. I can just imagine the look on her face, lips pursed, her nose twitching and you stammering your excuses like a blubbering idiot.”
She hears the sharp intake of breath and knows Andy wants to protest, wants to turn around and defend herself. Only she can’t because Emily’s tongue is ghosting over her clit and she’s suddenly gasping for air. She glides it through the still flowing wetness, enjoying the taste that is uniquely Andy. It’s the only pleasure she allows herself during these encounters. That and the sound of her name spilling off the other girl’s lips like a prayer.
She dips her tongue just inside, circling it teasingly before moving it out and back down to Andy’s clit, flicking it gently. Taking it between her teeth, she uses the very tip of her tongue to work it, knowing it drives Andy half out of her mind. And sure enough, Andy’s hips are bucking back and she is praying, praising Emily and begging for mercy and relief.
Emily never thought herself capable of a “God” complex, but in this moment, knowing she had the power to bring Andy salvation is heady. And deliver her she will just after she destroys her.
Trailing her tongue back down Andy’s slit, she strokes deep inside of her. She presses the muscle in as far as she can and Andy’s inner walls clamp tightly around her. She moves slowly at first, curling her tongue ever so slightly as to graze Andy’s sweet spot at every turn. At this point she can hear Andy knocking things off of her desk in a vain attempt to find something else to anchor her against the impending explosion.
It’s building quite nicely. Emily’s been coaxing it out of hiding and Andy’s making that little sound in the back of her throat that tells Emily it won’t be long now. Spreading her wider, Emily flattens her tongue and slides it against the length of Andy’s sex before sliding it in deeper than before. Just one more flick of the tongue…and sure enough, Andy sobs out her release.
They finish composing themselves just as the elevator dings, alerting them to the fact that the Book had arrived. The carrier brings it in and scrunches his nose as he catches the distinct scent of sex. Andy can’t quite meet his eyes, but Emily grins at him smugly and he hurries out of the room.
Andy’s not far behind him. “Uhhh…I should probably go deliver this and then head home”
Emily offers her a tight smile before turning back to collecting her things
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Andy/Emily
Prompt(s):Devil Wears Prada, Andy/Emily, angryoffice!sex
Summary: Emily will always come out on top.
Disclaimer: haha...please. If I owned them, they'd so do it every chance they got.
A/N: This one was written at encouragement of sinandmisery. I used one of the prompts from her Porn Battle. This pairing made me nervous. I hope you enjoy...comments are love.
When Emily fucks Andy, it feels like she hates her. It’s probably because she does. Not that she ever inflicts pain on her, at least not the kind that isn’t tempered with pleasure. No she calmly turns Andy away from her because she can’t stand to watch her smug little face while she enjoys this far more than anyone that eats carbs should. And this isn’t about enjoyment or even satisfaction. It’s about the gratification of respect. It’s about teaching Miss “Sensible Shoes” that at the end of the day, Emily will always come out on top.
So she bends Andy over her desk and shoves the snug fitting Chanel skirt up over curving hips. Begrudgingly admiring the Cosabella: Sex and the City, “Samantha” collection see through thong, she rears her hand back and brings it down against the suddenly chilled flesh of Andy’s ass. It is punishment for her admiration. The surprised yelp it brings makes her grin. She does it again. This time because she loves symmetry and the skin is turning a lovely shade of pink. Andy apparently enjoys it just as much as she does and her grin turns feral at the resulting moan.
Ripping the thin scrap of fabric down her legs, Emily kneels behind her, spreading her legs. Andy’s already dripping and they’ve not even started. She blows lightly over the sensitive flesh, loving the way it makes the brunette squirm. “I wonder,” she ponders aloud, “…what Miranda would do if she knew that you begged me to do this every night.” Andy whimpers as Emily’s fingers danced over her thighs as she continued to send little tuffs of air over her swollen sex. “I wonder what she’d say if she knew her precious second assistant was such a slut for being bent over her desk and fucked until she drips down her leg.” Emily leans forward and runs her tongue up the inside of Andy’s leg, shivering slightly as she tastes the telltale signs of Andy’s arousal. Annoyed by the sudden jolt it sends to her sex, she bites at the tender flesh, delighting in the hiss it brings.
“I wonder if she can smell it on you as you hand her the book,” Emily says as licks the other thigh. Andy groans and Emily laughs. “That would be a laugh. I can just imagine the look on her face, lips pursed, her nose twitching and you stammering your excuses like a blubbering idiot.”
She hears the sharp intake of breath and knows Andy wants to protest, wants to turn around and defend herself. Only she can’t because Emily’s tongue is ghosting over her clit and she’s suddenly gasping for air. She glides it through the still flowing wetness, enjoying the taste that is uniquely Andy. It’s the only pleasure she allows herself during these encounters. That and the sound of her name spilling off the other girl’s lips like a prayer.
She dips her tongue just inside, circling it teasingly before moving it out and back down to Andy’s clit, flicking it gently. Taking it between her teeth, she uses the very tip of her tongue to work it, knowing it drives Andy half out of her mind. And sure enough, Andy’s hips are bucking back and she is praying, praising Emily and begging for mercy and relief.
Emily never thought herself capable of a “God” complex, but in this moment, knowing she had the power to bring Andy salvation is heady. And deliver her she will just after she destroys her.
Trailing her tongue back down Andy’s slit, she strokes deep inside of her. She presses the muscle in as far as she can and Andy’s inner walls clamp tightly around her. She moves slowly at first, curling her tongue ever so slightly as to graze Andy’s sweet spot at every turn. At this point she can hear Andy knocking things off of her desk in a vain attempt to find something else to anchor her against the impending explosion.
It’s building quite nicely. Emily’s been coaxing it out of hiding and Andy’s making that little sound in the back of her throat that tells Emily it won’t be long now. Spreading her wider, Emily flattens her tongue and slides it against the length of Andy’s sex before sliding it in deeper than before. Just one more flick of the tongue…and sure enough, Andy sobs out her release.
They finish composing themselves just as the elevator dings, alerting them to the fact that the Book had arrived. The carrier brings it in and scrunches his nose as he catches the distinct scent of sex. Andy can’t quite meet his eyes, but Emily grins at him smugly and he hurries out of the room.
Andy’s not far behind him. “Uhhh…I should probably go deliver this and then head home”
Emily offers her a tight smile before turning back to collecting her things