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Having a Subway boss for a boyfriend had many unique perks, such as being able to train together, bonding over your shared love of Pokémon and battles, and occasionally free trips on the subway. The downsides were the working hours- it felt like some days Emmet worked the graveyard shift, not coming back to your shared apartment until well after 1 am.
Tonight was one night, loneliness and boredom had started to seep in, and you let out a loud, frustrated groan. Rising to your feet off the couch, you made track to the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat and simply settle in for the night. However, as you passed through the threshold, you noticed Emmet’s signature white jacket haphazardly thrown over one of the kitchen chairs. That was odd; he never left his coat; it was a part of him as much as his smile and affinity for trains were.
He had been in a hurry this morning, something about meeting Ingo at the station. Gently, you picked the heavy article of clothing up, letting it unfold and holding it against your much shorter body. It had never really hit you just how much taller Emmet was than you; of course, you weren’t short; it’s just he and Ingo were both unfairly tall.
Giggling as an idea crept into your mind, you slipped the oversized jacket over your shoulders and hurried to the bathroom. It was ridiculous how it hung off your form as you stood in front of the mirror. Arms and hands swallowed by the belled-out sleeves, you mimicked the twin's iconic pointing pose. It didn’t have the same effect when a few sizes too short.
A more devious idea popped into your head as you twirled around in the jacket. What would you look like with nothing else on but this? What would Emmet think? The thought of him fucking you senseless while wearing nothing but his jacket sent a warm jolt down your spine and into your groin.
Perhaps this night wouldn’t be so dull after all.
Slipping back into your bedroom, you removed the jacket temporarily while removing the rest of your clothes, tossing them onto the floor. Putting the oversized coat back on, you situated yourself on the bed, parting your thighs as a hand dipped between them and into the heat of your cunt. Your sinful mind wandered back to the earlier scenario as fingers worked yourself open.
[ Emmet lay you out across the bed, wearing nothing but his oversized white jacket, a sadistic gleam in his eye. He wasted no time, no prep, taking his cock out and immediately slamming it into you, a desperate moan leaving his lips. There was something about you like this, wearing his things, moaning his name, that got him incredibly worked up. Large hands gripped into the soft meat of your thighs as he kept up the brutal pace, merely chasing his high. ]
Two fingers desperately worked yourself open, the wet, squelching noise of your cunt filling the air. It wasn’t enough, though; you just couldn’t get as deep as Emmet could or go as fast as him. Lidded eyes gazed at anything that could help, something to either stuff you full or give you that high you were so desperately chasing. One of your various pillows caught your eye, and in a flash, it was snatched and stuffed under and between your legs. Careful to not have the jacket wrinkle, you shuffled around slightly before the pillow was angled just right.
Slowly, you began rolling your hips, your clit hit just right. A small bout of shame reared its head as you picked up the pace- this was disgusting, getting yourself off in someone else’s very cherished piece of clothing. The guilt only made your insides burn hotter, and the friction felt oh so sweet against your clit. Moans left your lips; it wasn’t like anyone would hear them; no one else was home. Faster and faster, your hips chased the burning pleasure, your climax rapidly approaching. So focused on trying to reach your end, you hadn’t even heard the lock on the front door click and its opening sounds.
Emmet’s day hadn’t gone extraordinary well; getting a call from Ingo about a missing child on their Subway was enough to send both twins into a panic. He had even forgotten his jacket! It was verrrry irresponsible of him. Everything had stayed all out of sorts, with having to stay late to figure out paperwork. He only hoped you weren’t too fussed with him.
At first, nothing seemed too different when he finally got home. However, noticing that his jacket and you were not in the vicinity was enough to rattle him slightly. He was very organized! Well- in his way. Was he messier than Ingo? Yes. Was he an absolute slob? No! His foot tapped anxiously against the floor whenever he came to a still, searching through the kitchen, living room, anywhere where he would’ve assumed his jacket would be!
His train of thought was immediately halted when the sounds of your breathy moans echoed from your bedroom. Perhaps his jacket could wait. Emmet quickly hurried to your room, and silver eyes widened at the beautiful sight he was greeted with. His jacket engulfed your naked form as you desperately ground onto the pillow stuffed between your thighs, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. It made his slacks grow tight, and a feeling of pure want washed over him. He decided to sit and bask in watched you pleasure yourself, palming himself through his slacks.
“My my Darling, what a sight! Getting yourself off in my clothes? Naughty, verrrrrry, Naughty!” Emmet’s voice rang out as he stared at you with lidded eyes.
“A-Aah! E-Emmet!-“ You squealed in surprise, ministrations stopping as your head whipped around, meeting his silver gaze. Shame and embarrassment washed over you, head-turning away to avoid his gaze.
“Please, Darling, don’t stop on my account! I was quite enjoying your little show! Why don’t I lend a hand?” His voice was heady as he made his way over to the bed, quickly kicking off his shoes and gloves before sitting in front of you.
Snatching the pillow out from under you and tossing it somewhere on the floor, he roughly grabbed your hips, pulling you flush with his own. A moan broke free from your mouth, still sensitive from being on edge just moments before. You tried to grind against him, but his hands held your hips firm. You could only whine, desperately wanting that sweet, sweet friction you had just moments before.
“You should look like this more often, dear. Wearing nothing but my coat, my work for everyone to see. Everyone would be able to see that you are mine, no one else’s!”
Shit, what he’d give to fuck you like this on the Subway. Leaving you a mess as he pounded into you nonstop, letting anyone walk in at any time and get an eye full. The thought was just as arousing to you as it was him, a needy whine leaving you as he spoke.
“Pleah- please Emmet, please-“ You begged, squirming under his touch.
As if on command, deft fingers worked their way inside you, scissoring open your cunt. A shrill moan left you, still sensitive and on edge from earlier. Your orgasm was approaching quickly as he worked his fingers faster and faster. However, just as you were about to careen over the edge of bliss, he pulled his fingers out, leaving you horribly empty and on edge once again.
A sob left you, and you stared at your boyfriend with pleading eyes. He merely grinned back, not saying a word before shoving you onto your back against the bed. You were still engulfed in his jacket as he leered above you. Hands grabbed your waist and pulled you flush to him before they moved to your legs, pulling them up and nearly bending you in half. He moved to remove his belt and unbutton his pants, hard cock springing from his boxers as he pulled them down.
“So beautiful, all for me..” The possessiveness in his voice didn’t go unnoticed as he positioned himself and slowly sunk into your cunt. A loud moan tore itself from his lips as the searing heat of your insides sucked him in further. Back arching off the bed, you squirmed with pleasure under him. He gave you no time to adjust and set a brutal pace. You were left to his whims as he mercilessly pounded into you, moans and whines leaving you. Brought to the edge so many times already, your orgasm was quickly approaching. It curled tighter and tighter in your abdomen, cunt gripping Emmet’s cock with a vice as he only sped up his actions.
The coil inside snapped, and you were sent careening over the edge, pleasure consuming every fiber of your being. You felt boneless, limbs and insides turned to jelly. Emmet was far from done; however, the pleasure of your orgasm only egged him on. Hands pushed your legs back, folding you in half once more, as he repositioned and slammed into you at the new angle. Oversensitivity clawed your insides, pain, and pleasure mixing. Another orgasm was rapidly approaching and was soon ripped from you. The pain from already cumming once only added to the spiking pleasure.
“One more for me, darling? You can cum again, just for me. Then I’ll fill you up; make sure everyone knows your mine!”
His voice was low, heady with lust as he kept up his pace. Silver eyes watched keenly, drinking in your fucked out state. He was so close, so so close, but he wouldn’t let himself go until he knew you had given everything you had. Indeed you were a sight to behold. Your entire body was flushed, sweat clinging to your frame, face contorted into an expression of painful pleasure. To top it all off, you were still in his jacket, and it only made him want to ruin you more. He would have to throw it in the wash later, but that was a small price to pay for the beautiful sight before him.
You couldn’t even form words to try to give him a response, brain having been turned to mush a while ago. You only dumbly nodded, ready to accept the bliss that was soon to follow. His grin widened, and he leaned fully over you, lips connecting to yours as he continued to ravage your insides. Breaking the kiss, he then moved to leave bites and hickies wherever he could reach with his mouth.
It didn’t take long for your third orgasm to crash over you, your vision whiting as it consumed you. The feeling of your cunt clenching down as you came sent Emmet toppling over the edge with you, hips stuttering to a halt as he spilled deep inside you, marking you inside and out. He stayed like that for some time, letting your insides milk him of everything he was worth. Soon enough, he pulled out, both of you hissing from oversensitivity.
“Don’t fall asleep on me just yet, darling; we need to clean up.” Emmet’s voice was soft and soothing now, but you could only grumble in response. You were perfectly content to fall asleep then and there, not caring about the cum leaking from you or the other juices coated your cunt and thighs. He only let out a soft laugh, kissing your cheek before standing and walking away to grab something.
He came back a moment later, now in a sleep shirt and some shorts, carrying a warm wet cloth and new clothes for you. Carefully, he maneuvered his jacket off of you and sat you up before gently cleaning you off. Once done, Emmet aided you in putting on the clean clothes, and you grabbed ahold of him and brought him down into an embrace.
“..’ sleep now..” Your words were slurred as exhaustion crept into your veins, and you cuddled up to him. He only smiled and left a kiss on your hairline before grabbing a nearby blanket and covering the both of you, allowing you both to drift off into a content sleep.