Sex // Emilio Martinez

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A/N: this does contain more in depth smut (really shitty written smut but whatevaa) so you should probably skip over it if you're like 10. Or don't I don't really care lol.

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"Dan may not of been the first boy to break my heart but he sure as hell was the one to break it the most."

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"I guess the absence from our father is what always made me look for validation from my brother and I get that's a lot to put on a kid who didn't even have a man to look up to himself but shit man, Dan's brutal. When we were little I would always go with him around the neighborhood to hang out with him and his friends and they were all always dickheads to me but I didn't really care, I just felt cool hanging out with them. When he was sick I would always help him out with whatever he needed, on his birthday and for Christmas I would always put so much thought into what I bought him and I never cared about the price. The only thing he ever got me was a $1 snow globe from one of those school book fair shits. That's when I stopped buying him presents. I remember Christmas 2015 my mom bought me uggs and put his name on the wrapping, I knew that but I still told everyone my brother bought them for me when they asked. I liked making people think we were close, honestly I don't know who I was lying to more, myself or them. In the fifth grade I came home crying because my friend was talking some smack and that was back in my pussy days so you already know I was crying like a mother fucker and so anyway he told my mom because he was "concerned". Then he made fun of me for it for the next 2 years. When I was 15 and Chris broke my heart I remember being in my room crying so bad but not even because of Chris it was that I felt so lonely and that I had no one to talk to about Chris and my brother was only ten steps away from me. I mean aren't brothers supposed to know this kind of shit? Aren't they supposed to threaten to beat his ass? When I was 16 is when I really stopped looking for any sort of validation from him. Me and another family member got into a fight, just yelling and shit like that but then Dan got involved because he likes the drama. They started to corner me and dan kept grabbing my throat so I ran upstairs and outside and Dan followed. I was trying to leave and he just kept grabbing me and pulling me to the ground. So I called my mom screaming telling her to come home that Dan assaulted me and I went to my room locked my door and thought that was it. Dan came up and unlocked my door and that's when shit got bad. He started pushing my face into the bed smothering me, I was honestly so scared for my own life at that point I started praying to a God I don't even believe in. He pulled me down off my bed by the hair and started threatening to punch me in the face and that's when my mom came home and calmed the whole situation down. Could you imagine your own flesh and blood assaulting you in your own home, in your own room, hell even in your own fucking bed. I didn't come home for two weeks and that's when my whole partying thing started I guess. I tried pressing charges but no one cared because that was my brother and brother and sisters "always fight like that." The bruises I had for the next 2 weeks said differently though so I don't understand why no one took me seriously. Fast forward to Christmas after this all happened, I got really drunk. I was at a friends and shit just got real bad I was practically blacking out but I called Dan to see if he would pick me up. The one time I ask him for a favor he just starts cursing me out calling me a drug addict, but shit man I was only drunk. I start crying and I guess he was with his friends because he goes 'my sister is crying does anyone wanna pick her up'. I mean you're sisters crying why don't you pick her up? All I've ever wanted was a relationship with Dan, but we've never even had a conversation with each other and I think that's the saddest thing. I've grown up with the guy for 18 years and I've never even had a conversation with him."

"Scar I could never imagine going through all that."

"Yeah whatever it's all gs now right?"

"No, not right." Emilio said squinting his eyebrows together.

"Whatever. Is Ivan in there?" Scarlett asks looking into the window of the balcony door.

"No why?"

"You know why." Scarlett says getting closer to Emilio.

"Are you sure you want to do this after what you just had to talk about?" Emilio mumbles into her ear tugging at her waist.

"You always know how to make me feel better. So make me feel better."

Emilio tugs her into the room and up against the wall.

"Have you ate today?" Scarlett says with a smirk

"Yeah but not the one thing I've actually wanted to eat today."

Emilio pulls Scarlett to the bed and pushes her down, taking her pants off. Emilio starts eating her out digging deeper and deeper with his tongue as she moans louder and louder.

"Fuck me already!"

Emilio happily obliges and enters her while she begs him to go faster and harder. They both finish together hot and sweaty. As they lay there on the bed Emilio wraps his arm around Scarlett and for once she doesn't stop him.

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"Jesus Christ we thought we were coming up here to a murder scene with all that screaming." Ivan comes in with Chance and Anthony.

Scarlett and Emilio's face reddens and Emilio remarks back to Ivan in Spanish.

"Get the fuck off me." Scarlett whispers to Emilio.
Emilio knew it was only because the boys came in so he didn't care. Emilio knew he had her just where he wanted her.

A/N: okay so that was my first attempt to write smut and I'm actually cringing so fucking hard I'm lmfaoooo. I tried. It'll get better I hope lolol sorry it wasn't long I just don't even know how to go about writing sex scenes I've never wrote them before soo🤷🏼‍♀️suggestions?