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Joy Kwon does not consider herself an expert on sex.
Emma Nolan absolutely considers her to be one.
Joy knows things Emma doesn't. She knows all the zones on the human body that could possibly cause arousal, and finds them with no issue. She knows about all the different kinks someone could have. Every time Emma suggests that something might sound attractive, Joy has a name and definition, and most of the time, a personal story to tell with it.
Joy keeps Emma very satisfied. They don't sleep over after work every night, or even most nights, but when they do, Joy gives her enough to be satisfied and sore until the next meeting.
But now, Joy is on night shift. Which means Emma sees her even less. She gets a brief 15 minutes where their shifts overlap, and the one time a week where they have the same day off. Which just means that on that day, Joy gives her double what she used to, leaving her dazed and dizzy and pleased. But still, Emma has started to find herself needy.
She's not one to brat. She's still new to the whole sex thing. Joy has mentioned the concept of bratting before, when Emma had asked her about kinks, and Joy explained she likes both being the brat and handling the brat. Emma originally found that one a bit silly.
Until now, when she sits on her bed, knees curled tight against herself, heat pooled low in her body, cunt pulsing as she thinks about Joy. Joy's contact is open on her phone, the text thread from that afternoon when Emma had checked to see if she was up and getting ready for the shift. The last text Joy sent was 'miss ur boobs lol'.
Emma frowns as she looks at it again. Not because the message hurts her feelings, but because she wants nothing more than Joy pressed against them. Joy's skilled tongue circling and sucking and biting and— oh, fuck. Emma feels herself leak a little at the thought. She tosses her head back with a groan. This is all very, very inconvenient. She opens the keyboard again, and types and deletes a series of texts:
'how is your shift?'
'i miss you.'
i need you.'
'is dana doing ok with her double?'
'i miss your mouth between my legs.'
That one shocks her. She's not typically that direct, especially about sex. Normally, she initiates by rubbing her head against Joy, or slowly opening her legs until Joy takes the hint. She never openly says the words. They still feel funny in her mouth.
She settles on asking about the shift.
It takes five minutes for Joy to answer.
'good. night dinosaur is much more chill than day dinosaur.'
She means Abbott and Robby. For someone with a photographic memory, Joy sure is bad at names. Or maybe she just wants to make Emma giggle— which she succeeds at. Emma frowns.
'im lonely'
Emma sends it before she can think about it. She feels bad bothering Joy on shift, but the pulse between her legs is becoming way too strong to ignore. It takes another three minutes for Joy's response.
'lonely "i need comfort" or lonely "i need your strap, oh daddy please abandon your patients and take care of me"?'
Emma flushes at the message. Technically she had been picturing Joy's mouth, but, yeah, strap would work too. She's very thankful for Joy's directness.
'…second one'
Emma tosses her phone down onto the bed.
Even from across the city, Joy has that effect on her. Joy's ability to fluster Emma is too strong for Joy's ego to remain normal. The phone buzzes.
'aww, sweet baby. r u gonna take care of it ?'
Emma frowns. She could, hypothetically. But she's honestly just not too sure how. She's touched Joy, but not a lot. Joy isn't a huge fan of it, and Emma has never actually tried it on herself before.
'wait have u ever jerked it before'
Joy has such a way with words.
Emma rolls onto her side, bringing the phone closer as if someone could see.
'no'
Emma can see the smirk in her head. The same one Joy had before they kissed for the first time, or when she got to eat Emma out the first time.
The list goes on, really.
'but its ok u need to work! i'll get over it. go be a good doctor :)'
Emma regrets sending it. It's true, she could just take a melatonin and call it a night. People always say a cold shower will take care of it. She could try that.
'nope im pretending to chart rn'
Emma frowns.
'charting is very important.'
'so is ur pussy'
Emma giggles. Of course Joy would say that.
'so heres what ur gonna do. u rlly respond to dry humping so lets try that first. find something, the edge of ur bed, a pillow, ur the edge of ur chair. just rub against it. i know u know how baby, just try it until it feels good.'
Emma reads the instructions in awe. She blinks, her mouth open in shock. She laughs.
The edge of her bed would be good, but the position of that would probably hurt, and her legs would get weak when she got close and she would fall. Same with the chair. She frowns as she looks around. Her pillow might work, but the fear of pink eye outweighs it. Her eyes land on her stuffed lamb. A little build-a-bear she had gotten with Joy on a date.
She feels a bit conflicted about that one. It's little beady eyes stare at her, emotionless in reality, but full of love in her eyes. She picks the phone up.
'would lulu work?'
She feels a little gross asking. Lullaby was supposed to be just a fun memory, a good thought from a good early date.
'how sweet. yes lulu works'
Emma grabs the lamb from the shelf.
'u dont have to but i would love a pic/vid of this experiment. so i can make sure ur doing it right :)'
Emma smiles. It's good to know Joy isn't immune to this conversation. Emma tries to situate herself onto the bed. She tries to lay on her back first, pressing her thighs together with the lamb squeezed between them. It's too much work, her abs burn for minimal pleasure. She rolls onto her side, which feels a little bit better, but still not quite right. She removes her shorts, thinking maybe the friction is the issue. That helps a little. She keeps her underwear on, trying to prevent the lamb from getting too messy.
She rolls onto her stomach. This is the best so far. She grinds down into the bed, huffing a soft moan. It's hitting the spot really good. Still a bit of work, still a little awkward, but it feels good. Each soft grind sends pleasure through her body. She lifts her right leg up to bend it, opening her hips up. It makes the pleasure that much better. She gasps, moaning a little louder as she rolls against it. Blindly, she reaches for her phone, opening it to Joy's contact. She holds the camera out so her face isn't visible, just the roll of her hips against the lamb. She records only a little bit, just under 10 seconds. Sends it with the invisible ink.
'fuck. ok. hold on a sec. damn.'
Emma smiles at the respond. She images Joy sitting at the station typing at her charts, bored. Glancing at her phone when it buzzes, only to have her face flush over in an instant. Her eyes probably widened a little. She definitely looked really good, however she reacted.
'god damn. thats good. youre doing so good princess.'
Emma flushes at the praise.
'feels good. still miss u.'
It takes her some time to type, the pleasure keeps getting to her head, making thinking hard.
'do me a favor baby. try sitting on top of it and grinding, like sitting in my lap while i touch you'
Emma whimpers at the idea of moving. Then an idea pops in her head.
'but it feels so good, daddy, i like it this way'
She smirks to herself. But Joy is quick.
'oh its like that ok sure'
Emma waits patiently.
'how about this, you do what i say because im trying to help you, or you keep humping uselessly, and next time i see you, i will just keep my hands to myself, since clearly you're the expert'
Emma gives in immediately. She sits up quickly, puts the lamb underneath her.
Joy was so, so right.
She sends her a quick picture of the adjusted position.
'good girl. i knew u could listen. lmk when u come princess.'
Emma groans, tossing the phone down with the approval. She doubles her pace, grinds down harder and faster. Tries her hardest to replicate the rhythm Joy takes. Her eyes close, and she allows her imagination to take over. In her mind, Joys thigh is beneath her. Her hands are on Emma's hips, helping her keep the pace. Her thigh pushes up, the pressure increases. Her mouth is licking Emma's ear, breathing heavily into it. Emma pants, hand moving to the stuffed animal to support herself and hold it in place better. Her head lowers.
It feels much better this way. Joy was right. She always is about this kind of thing. Emma can feel herself climbing. She can hear Joy in her mind, telling her what a good job she's doing, how good she's being, how pretty she looks. The thought of the praise is almost worse than actually having it. Her body begins to tighten as she grinds, her hips push to get more pressure on each drag.
"Ah— sh…hngh…" Emma pants, eyes squeezed shut, grip on the lambs head tightening. The tightening snaps. Her cunt leaks and pulses around nothing, and what starts as Joy's name falls into a sharp "Ah!" that squeaks and dies quickly. Emma loses her balance a bit, dropping onto her elbows on the bed. Her legs begin to shake around the lamb. Perfectly timed, her phone buzzes.
'still behaving?'
Emma blinks slowly, mind a little numb. Her hand lazily unlocks the phone and pulls the text message up.
'it worked'
She flips the phone over, slumping her head into the crook of her elbow, panting. The pants become a laugh before she can realize what's happening. She lifts her head to look at Lulu's empty spot on the shelf. Her hips shift, and the soft animal pushes to the side of her body, laying blankly beside her thigh. It's beaded eyes look up at the ceiling, stiff arms pointing up. She frowns looking at it. Her mood shifts. What was once flirtatious dirty creeps away for the place of sinful dirty. She curls up, grabbing the lamb and bringing it to her chest.
"I'm sorry." She mumbles. Her hand finds the cross at her neck, rubbing it between her fingers. "I'm sorry, Lulu." Emma buries her nose into the lambs head. Beneath her pillow, the phone buzzes. She hesitantly grabs it.
'good baby. wish i couldve heard it. you always make such pretty noises for me'
The message brings a small smile back to Emma's face.
'thank you daddy'
Emma sets the phone beside her head, leaving it unlocked. She pushes herself up, and holds Lulu out in front of herself.
"I'll give you a bath." She promises quietly. The phone buzzes.
'youre welcome baby :)'
Emma smiles, but before she can respond:
'how do u feel'
Emma pauses. She could admit to Joy the shift. But Joy doesn't really understand that stuff. When Emma has brought up her guilt, Joy just reassures her that it's normal, everyone deep down has unconventional things that make them hot, it doesn't make her gross. But there's a layer beyond that, one that Joy doesn't understand.
Emma looks down at herself. Her braid has fallen out a little, one sock has slid off, her panties have a wet spot, Lulu sits beside her.
'good'
She deletes it.
'good but embarrassed'
Joy answers quickly.
'about what'
Emma's mouth twists.
'everything?'
'very specific thank u'
Emma smiles despite herself.
'ive never done that before'
'i know'
A pause, a grey bubble repeating its animation.
'u dont have to explain urself to me, but dont feel too guilty over something that was safe, private, and yours'
Emma shuts her eyes. Joy has a point. This is the Joy no one else gets, the Joy that gets overlooked by deadpan comments at poor times. The Joy who knows that she can't fix anything, and sometimes doesn't understand, but still knows what to say to help.
'i apologized to lulu'
Emma looks at the lamb again. She plays with its ear.
'ur adorable'
Emma flushes.
'i gotta go do work fr tho. go to bed princess. ill see u in the morning.'
Emma looks away from the phone nervously.
'can i have a hug?'
She sends it quickly. Joy is not a big PDA person, especially at work. But, Emma thinks, if they can get a few moments by the locker, it could just be a quick little squeeze. Especially since Joy leaves on time, and Emma is always early, no one else should be around, and—
'yeah babe'
Emma smiles at the phone, feet kicking giddily.
'thank you'
'ok gotta go fr goodnight princess'
'goodnight daddy :)'
Emma finally locks the phone, and sets it on the nightstand rather than the bed. She gives Lulu one final pat, and sets it back on the shelf. She grabs her shorts from the floor, a fresh pair of underwear from the drawer, and the bottle of melatonin from her desk. She takes the pill, changes, and heads to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
She looks at herself in the mirror. Her hair is messy, stuck against her forehead where she had started to sweat. Her necklace is twisted against her neck, cross sitting on her collar rather than sternum. Her shirt is a little wrinkled from laying.
She looks exactly how Joy likes to see her.
The thoughts of sin melt from her mind with that thought. Punishments become replaced by gentle praise, confessions replaced by hands on her hips.
When she climbs into bed, she skips her prayers, and instead checks to see if Joy has messaged again.
'cant wait to take care of you on our day off. sleep well, princess.'
When the melatonin takes her under, it's with a smile on her face, and Joy's smile in her mind.