The Hug That Lasts Too Long (Emma Arrives After Invisible Woman Leaves)
You just finished a long, draining day. The weight of it clings to your shoulders as you push open the door, kicking off your shoes. For a moment, you’re alone—then you feel it. A sudden warmth envelops you from behind, strong arms wrapping around your chest and pulling you close.
Emma Frost.
Her presence is unmistakable. You can feel the heat radiating from her body, thick curves pressing against your back. Her platinum hair brushes your neck like silk, and her scent—a mix of something floral and dangerous—drifts into your senses. It’s intoxicating.
Her hands roam slowly, tracing circles on your chest, moving down to your waist. The hug tightens, a subtle claim that says she’s not letting go anytime soon.
“You’ve been ignoring me,” Emma murmurs, her voice low and teasing, almost a growl. “Do you even know how much I want to just hold you like this? Forever.”
Her thighs press hard against your legs, thick and powerful, grounding you in the moment. You can feel the weight of her large, very fat tits pressing into your back, and it’s maddeningly distracting. Every inch of her demands your attention.
You try to speak, but the words catch in your throat. Instead, you turn, catching her sharp, confident eyes. They soften for a fraction of a second—just enough to betray the frustration beneath the surface.
“I’m not just some fling,” she continues, her fingers sliding from your waist to your hip, lingering there. “I want the whole damn thing—official. But here we are… still not.”
She pulls you closer, her lips brushing your ear.
“You keep letting her come first. Invisible Woman. The way you touch her, the way you hold her… It drives me crazy.”
Emma’s voice drops even lower, a wicked edge creeping in.
“But I’m the one here, waiting. Waiting to be the one you show off, the one you claim. Why am I still second place?”
Her breath fans your skin as she tightens her embrace once more, her body molding perfectly to yours. The heat between you is undeniable—a mix of desire, jealousy, and that sharp sting of “almost but not quite.”
You want to soothe her, to tell her she’s more than enough. But you hesitate. Emma’s hold grows firmer, like she’s afraid if she loosens it, you’ll slip away again.
“Hold me,” she whispers, “and don’t let go. Not until you mean it.”
Her words are a challenge, but also a promise—a promise of fire and ice, passion and control, waiting just beneath the surface.
For now, you stay wrapped in her arms, the world outside fading away as Emma Frost claims you with a hug that lasts far too long—and feels like forever.