emily is your sugar mummy
no smut , pure fluff
idk how many words
part 1
sitting in emily’s apartment, you heard the familiar ping on your phone. quickly pausing the tv, you reached over and saw the face of your beautiful sugar mummy. no feelings attached … at least that’s what you agreed on.
you slid right and answered the phone, placing it against your ear whilst you absentmindedly stroked sergio.
“hey pretty girl,” she whispered down the phone.
you giggled, feeling butterflies in your stomach at the nickname. “hi.”
“are you at my house?”
“mhm, been here alllll day waiting for you.”
“that’s a good girl, is sergio being good?”
“yeah, stealing my food though,” you chuckled.
“ah man, i’ll tell him off when i’m home. i just got in the car so i’m only a few minutes away. what would you like for dinner?”
“hmm,” you wiggled your feet, thinking, “Indian?”
“indian it is, i’ll be home soon. make sure you’re dressed appropriately,” she smirked down the phone before hanging up. you giggled and got off the couch, running to your suitcase.
you grabbed your silk nightgown, white and delicate. emily bought this for you when you first made things official and she loved you wearing it. you threw away your clothes, quickly getting undressed as you knew she’d be home any minute. you slid the nightgown over your head and watched as it fell just below your bum. the lacey ends tickled your thighs and you couldn’t help but smile. you slid your matching white underwear up too, making sure they fit snug so emily had a good view when you turned around.
“babyyy,” emily said, as the front door opened. you giggled and skipped into view, right in the entryway. “there’s my girl!” she cheered, dropping her bag on the floor. you smiled and ran into her arms, she held you on her waist with ease and kissed your chest and then lips.
“i missed you,” you whispered softly, not really wanting to admit it. you knew you’d promised her no feelings attached, it was a regular thing with these types of relationships but emily was different to the rest.
the way she held you was so precious, she treated you like antique china, never handling you too hard. she kissed you with ease and grace and tucked your hair behind your ear. she used your favourite pet names and made an effort to make you smile. she cared. so much.
and you couldn’t help but feel attached to her. not only did she care about you but she was absolutely beautiful in every way. the way her hair always smelt of coconut and vanilla, the way her hands and lips were as soft as a cloud. the way she could pull of every outfit so effortlessly, even no clothes so effortlessly. she was a stunner and honestly, you’d never seen a more beautiful woman.
“come on, clingy bear,” emily giggled, rubbing your back. you realised you’d been holding on a little too long and gently jumped down, lowering your head- embarrassed at the thoughts you were thinking. she’d never like you like that, you were only there to please her when she wanted you. she could just drop you any moment and tears filled your eyes at the thought.
“i’d love a coffee, baby,” she said, hanging up her coat. you nodded, blinked back your tears and skipped into the kitchen. you didn’t want to think about all them silly feelings now.
just as the machine began whirring, you heard emily clearing her throat behind you. you turned on the balls of your feet - she was holding your clothes above your suitcase which had been left all over the floor in a mess. you blushed madly.
“what’ve i told you about keeping my place clean and tidy?” she said, authoritatively.
“i- i was going to tidy it but you- you got home just before i was - and i - i didn’t have time,” you muttered, keeping your eyes low. you heard your clothes drop to the floor and her heels clicking over the tiled floor as she walked towards you.
she stopped, toe to toe and you whimpered. her delicate hands came up and rested two fingers below your chin, forcing your gaze to hers. she was taller than you, quite considerably but she liked that. before she could say anything, you squinted your eyes shut. you hated eye contact yet emily persisted on it.
“now now, open them baby blues for me,” she whispered, understanding your fear of it. you shook your head, letting your eyes fill with tears again - god why were you so emotional today?
“come on pretty lady,” she whispered, planting a gentle kiss between your eyes. slowly, you released them. a few tears slid down the sides of your cheeks, escaping. you made eye contact with her chocolate brown eyes and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. she pouted. she cupped your cheek and frowned more, inspecting your gaze and watery eyes. you couldn’t maintain the eye contact so let your eyes drop to the floor.
she cleared her throat and you thought you were about to be kicked out. you were ready to leave, ready to walk out and not come back. your previous mommy’s and daddy’s had hated when you got so emotional. especially crying from a simple reminder of the rules. this wasn’t like you.
however, emily didn’t want you to leave. she grabbed your waist and hoisted you onto the kitchen counter with ease. you let out a little noise of surprise, and your hands flew to her shoulders to steady yourself. she opened your legs and slid between them so you instinctively wrapped them around her, crossing your ankles.
“y/n,” she whispered gently, looking up at you.
“hm?” you replied, not knowing what was coming.
“why are you sad?” she pouted it, and it made your heart explode. you couldn’t help but smile as you tangled your fingers in her raven hair.
“i’m not sad,” you choked out.
“i’m a profiler baby, you seem to forget every time you try and lie to me,” she sniggered. you blushed and lowered your eyes.
“what’s going on little lady?” you whimpered at the pet name, one of your favourites again.
you shrugged, not feeling like telling her.
“you can talk to me, you know,” emily put some hair behind your ear and you sighed, letting your shoulder drop and few tears fall from your eyes. “i’m not just here to pay you. this is a two way thing, we agreed that at the start.” she reminded you.
“i - it’s just a hard day,” you replied, wanting to get it over with.
“that’s okay darling, we all have hard days,” she replied. “anything in particular or just all the thoughts?”
“all the thoughts.”
“that’s okay too,” her voice was so understanding, so gentle and caring. she wasn’t making you look in her eyes, she wasn’t forcing the physical contact. she was loving you. she loved you.
“how about we have dinner with a movie and then have a bath?” she suggested after a few minutes. you’d never had a bath together before, a shower ? yeah but not a bath, that was so much more intimate.
��a bath?” you asked, straightening up.
“yeah, with bubbles and a bath bomb too. i’ll look after you tonight,” she said gently, leaning in and planting a soft kiss to your lips. you couldn’t help but feel a whole new set of emotions. man this was hard. yet you loved it.
“that’s nice,” you whispered, foreheads touching. she nodded, agreeing.
you stayed silent for a few minutes, sharing chaste kisses and small smiles, letting the love radiate through you both.
then the knock on the door broke you apart. she let her smile fall, squeezed your thighs gently before heading towards the door to get food.
hopefully tonight, you might bring up the guts to tell her what’s really wrong.
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