Emmett x Reader
Smut
By thelovelylittlestorythatcould
Your eyes fluttered open to find Emmett watching you. He smiled.
"Morning beautiful."
"What are you doing?" You asked, rubbing your eyes sleepily.
He shrugged, smiling again. "You're a cute sleeper."
"I've been told I drool." You said, rolling over.
"I find it charming."
You shook your head, smiling. "Maybe you should try to find something to do that isn't hovering over me like my spine is gonna snap."
"I'm dead, babe. By definition, I don't have a lot going on." He said. "Besides ... Carlisle wants to check up on you again."
You groaned, getting out of bed. "Again? I feel fine."
"I know but ... you almost died." Emmett said, and you looked up at him. He smiled. "Call me protective."
You only met Emmett about two weeks ago. He'd found you in the aftermath of one of your father's tantrums. Thankfully, your injuries weren't bad enough that he had to turn you. You were still human. But it was taking several weeks of recovery. And Emmett had been literally over your shoulder the entire way. He only left when Carlisle made him hunt.
It was exactly how he said: he was protective. He'd saved you and felt responsible for you. And you had to admit, you were getting pretty attached to him too. You'd convinced yourself he was just being nice. After all, you two had been going to school together for years and he'd never looked twice at you. Of course you supposed he had to be that way at school, associating with the humans as little as possible. But ... he laid with you while you slept in case you woke from a nightmare. And talked to you about things the rest of his family wasn't interested in. More human stuff, you supposed. Sports and video games and new music. He would distract you when he could tell your mind was drifting to things you didn't wanna think about. Like now, for instance.
"Penny for your thoughts." He nudged you gently, but you jumped anyway at his sudden appearance.
"You wanna try approaching me at human speed at some point?" You suggested. "Just for giggles."
He smiled and looked out at the yard, following your gaze. "You thinking about your dad?"
You shook your head. "I wish I weren't."
"Hey, he's your dad." Emmett said. "No matter what he did, that's gotta make things complicated."
"But that's awful." You said, hugging yourself. "It's not like I don't know what he is, I just ..."
"Babe, you're supposed to love your dad." He assured you, his hand going to your thigh. "Problem is, he's supposed to earn it."
You bit your lip at his hand on you thigh and nodded a little too quickly at his words, and he tilted his head at you, lips spreading into a smile.
"What?" You asked.
"You're blushing." He said, as if confused as to why.
"Don't put your hand on my thigh and call me babe." You mumbled petulantly, standing. And he smirked.
"Wow, didn't know I had that effect on you."
"Yes you did." You said, walking away.
He chuckled, following you back into the house.
The two of you sat and played video games (he'd been trying to teach you to play, to no success) until he excused himself for a quick shower.
In absence of something to do, you felt your pocket for your phone and realized you must've left it in his room. Sighing, you made your way up the stairs.
You entered his bedroom just as the shower turned on, looking for your phone.
"Y/N, you need something?" He called, hearing you.
"Looking for my phone." You replied.
"It's uh ... in here." He said after a moment.
You felt red tinge your cheeks again. "Right. Course it is."
Like you weren't distracted by him enough already.
You opened the door slowly and stepped in, looking around for it.
"Jeez, Em. How hot is that water?" You asked, scrunching your nose at the steam that filled the bathroom.
"Would you like to find out?" He asked. You turned to see him poking his head out from behind the sliding glass door, hair lathered in soap, a dorky smirk on his face. Though the glass was beveled to intentionally blur out the exact details of what was behind it, you still got a pretty good show.
"Don't tempt me." You warned playfully, hoping he would take the redness in your cheeks as a reaction to the heat. "I'm in no shape to be rolling around with a guy two feet taller than me. My ribs are still sore."
"You're probably right." His smile was devilish. "But wouldn't it be worth it?"
"I don't know, no sex in 70 years?" You smirked. "Aren't you like a virgin now, by default?"
His smile fell into a scowl, but your victory was short-lived, for in the next second, you were standing under the shower head, water soaking your hair and clothes.
"EMMETT!" You screeched.
His laugh filled the bathroom and several rooms outside it. You aimed your eyes glaringly at his face and refused to look down, for he was very unapologetically naked in front of you.
"And the winner of the wet t-shirt contest is you!" He said jokingly, moving your hair from your face to look you over, clothes clinging to your skin. "And may I thank you, personally, for wearing white."
You crossed your arms quickly over your small chest. Your chest was small enough, actually, that you hadn't bothered putting on a bra, something you were sorely regretting now. Thankfully, your shorts were black, or he'd have also discovered the ridiculously skimpy underwear Alice had given you.
He turned off the shower, apparently rinsed and cleaned to his satisfaction, and grabbed a towel. "You're thinking too hard again." He said, and though he was covered now, you realized how close he was to you. Not imposing, but looking at you as though he wanted to be a lot closer than he was.
"Distract me then."
The words flew out of you mouth before you could stop yourself, and you winced and tried to gauge his reaction.
"What?" He said blankly.
You rolled your eyes. "I thought vampires were supposed to hear really well or something?"
"I didn't think ..." But you cut him off by closing the distance between you and pressing a quick, warm kiss to his lips.
He looked at you in shock, and then he was kissing you again. His lips moved against yours until you realized you were pressed against the tile, and his hand curled gently around the side of your neck. After a second he broke away so you could breathe and watched you.
"This is what you meant, right?" He said after a moment. "'Cause I already dropped the towel."
You laughed and then paused. "Is your family still here?"
Emmett bit his lip. "I think they got the hint and skipped out a while ago."
"Faster than you did, then." You said dryly, placing a small kiss on his jaw.
He swallowed. "Do that again."
You looked at him in mild surprise before you leaned up without hesitation and allowed your lips explore his neck, surprising yourself with how ... not nervous you were. You'd done this whole thing before, obviously, but never with anyone as attractive as he was.
"Shit." He breathed, and then looked at you. "I gotta ask, babe, are you sure? I mean ..." He smiled. "I'm down. But you're barely back on your feet and this is gonna be ... a little complicated, with you being hurt."
You chewed your lip and for a second he took it for uncertainty and backed away, but then your mouth spread into a wide smile, overcome with sudden surety, and you kissed him again. "I'm sure."
He smiled and picked you up, and before you knew it you were in his room, on his bed. It was one of the smaller rooms of the Cullen house and looked like a normal boy's room. Messy, cluttered, and comfortable. Although he'd managed to clear everything off the bed in between the time he picked you up and the time you landed on the mattress.
He followed after, crawling on top of you in a smooth motion, his lips almost never leaving yours. You weren't sure what made you so fervent, so urgent to be this close to him, only that it was there now and him being on top of you wasn't enough. He used one hand to hold himself easily above you and the other to touch your face, brace your neck, travel down your body and explore.
He broke away only to undress you, peeling away the wet clothes until you lay there in only the small panties Alice gave you (which, now that you saw the way he was ogling them, you were thankful for).
"Alice?" He asked.
"Something tells me she can see the future." You giggled.
"I'll have to thank her later." He said heatedly before smiling into another kiss. You pushed forward, hungrily, so your lips could catch more of his, and he seemed to take this as an invitation, his tongue nipping yours, his hands moving to travel your body.
"You're so warm." He mumbled, looking down at you, and it was wonder you saw in his eyes more than lust. "And soft. I'm not used to that."
Your cheeks warmed and you kissed his cheek, returning his affection. It made his smile widen when when looked back to you, almost elated, before your hands dropped to his hips to remind him what you were doing here.
His breathing sharpened at the feel of your fingertips on him. He was so used to cold. Actually, he was generally used to not being touched–-unless he and Jasper were wrestling, or he managed to pull one of the girls into a hug–-but even when he did touch someone else, they'd always been the same temperature as him. It made your fingertips feel like wildfire.
Now it was your hands that wandered, feeling across his stomach, hard granite carved in the shape of muscle and flesh, then down to his protruding hip bones and the V of muscle which led you down...
Your eyes fluttered up to his, almost innocently, as you wrapped your fingers around him. He let out a groan and pulled your lips back to his almost hard enough for it to hurt.
"Careful." You teased, your hand still exploring, making it difficult for him to focus on anything you were saying, though, bless him, he was trying. "We have to make sure you don't break me, remember? Although..." You leaned up to his ear, so he could feel your breath, followed by your teeth grazing his skin. "I gotta say I don't think it'd be a bad way to go."
He let out something akin to a whimper, before you felt his fingers between your legs. You let out a gasp at the sudden coldness, but your free hand gripped the back of his neck, pulling him closer while the other hand worked him over, ensuring that you were both gasping by the time your lips found each other again.
"Bear with me now, babe. It's been a while." He said, though you detected something like smugness in his voice and you soon found it why. One of his fingers slipped inside you and your head dropped back, a moan passing your lips, you're knees spreading farther apart to give him more access. Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing. He may have forgotten some things from his human life but it certainly wasn't this. He hummed in approval, both at the noises you were making and the glorious view you were giving him, and slipped another finger inside.
Deciding that this was hardly fair, you managed to loll your head back onto your shoulders and look at him, letting his lips slant over yours while your hand found his cock again. You focused on the head to elicit the same reaction from him that he was so effortlessly getting from you. You felt his fingers pull away from you and gently stop your hand from stroking him.
"I know I'm a vampire, babe, but it has been 70 years." He said with a smile, and you grinned triumphantly. So you were working him up, you thought, he was just better at hiding it.
"Virgins are so easy." You teased, but he wiped the smile off your face with two fingers inside you again, this time pumping and curling, hard and fast.
"If we don't loosen you up, baby, I really will end up hurting you." He said, his voice low as he watched your every movement.
"Fuck, Emmett, please." You begged, your hands going up to toy with your breasts, back arching off the bed as the world fell away and the only thing you felt was the punishing rhythm of him moving inside you. You pressed your lips to his and came that way, moaning loudly into his mouth as you explored it with your tongue, and he kept pumping his fingers until you pulled away from him, too sensitive.
You opened your eyes and he was grinning. Pride. It was pride.
You scoffed. "C'mon."
He didn't stop grinning, "How do you, uh, wanna..."
"Lay down." You answered. You weren't sure what about him made it so easy, for you to be this way, but you weren't arguing with it. Even you thought it was a little hot.
In a second, he'd complied, laid out without shame, one arm propping up his head. His confidence waned to desire when you crawled on top of him, kissing his lips while you pumped his shaft just once before slipping it inside you.
Your mouth dropped and you looked at him, sliding all the way down with relative ease. "Oh fuck." You whispered, and then gave a small, quick, half-thrust.
Both of his hands went to your hips in a way that seemed pleading, and you closed your eyes and began to move. You leaned backward and placed your hands on his thighs, grinding forward, your breath becoming shallow at the feel of him.
You felt his weight shift and when you opened your eyes he was sitting up, watching you. Your lips crashed to his, your hands moving around his neck as you ground your hips faster. You realized he was gripping your hips almost painfully, and he let go.
"Sorry." He breathed, but you smiled and grabbed his hands, moving them back to your waist.
"I like it." You whispered, and it was followed by a whimper as you sped up again.
"Faster."
You laughed, "I'm not quite as fast as you."
In a second, you were on your back. "Then let me do the work." And he pushed inside you again.
"Fuck." Your back arched, and then you looked up at him with a half smile, "Don't break me."
"I'll do my best." He laughed, then pressed his forehead to yours. "Do you trust me?"
To answer, you pecked his lips. "Move."
"You'll tell me if I'm hurting you?" He said, stilling his hips once more.
You huffed impatiently, "If you start moving, I'll tell you anything you wanna hear."
He chuckled and pecked your lips, sheathing himself inside you in a single, smooth motion. "You're cute when you're impatient."
"Move." You gasped, and it sounded more like a curse than a command.
He obeyed, suddenly not quite as playful as before. His hand skated down your thigh before hooking behind your knee and pulling it up to rest on his hip, and he watched you heatedly as he moved.
"Emmett ..." You whined, your hands moving to his face as he picked up a pounding rhythm.
"You're gorgeous." He said.
He struck the right spot inside you and you let out a moan that made it clear you were close. In response he sat beck on his knees and scooped you off the mattress so that you were straddling him. Then, Emmett was moving you by your hips, lifting you easily and slamming you down on his cock hard enough that you knew you'd have bruises after.
"You feel so good, baby." He said heatedly, moving you and pressing open-mouthed kisses down your neck and torso.
"Faster." You moaned.
He let out a growl in response and picked up the rhythm as he came undone with your name on his lips, angling you so that he hit just the right spot over and over again until you were shaking around him, muffling a scream in the curve of his neck as you came together.
His movements got slower and slower until he finally pulled out and laid you down gently on the mattress. Though his breathing was still heavy he made no move to rest, simply climbed over you and hovered there, leaving kisses to sooth the flesh of your hips, red with his touch, and then kisses all over the rest of you. When you finally opened your eyes, his hands were crossed on your stomach, his chin rested on them, and he was looking at you with a dopey, satisfied smile.
"Hey, you." You said sleepily, your nails scratching through his hair.
He crawled up and laid beside you, and then pecked you on the lips, and looked at you. "We will be doing this again, right?"
You pretended to think about it for a second before your lips spread in a smirk. "If you think you can still keep up with me."
Emmett's grin turned into another booming laugh before he pulled you to him and pressed a kiss into your hair. "How was that for distraction?".
