emma frost · x-men · telepathy · diamond form · soft dominance · possessive · manipulative · college setting · romance · wealthy
The digital clock glowed 2:14 a.m. as you’s phone shrieked with a notification. A text from Emma: 'Come over. Now.' Heart pounding, you dressed in borrowed clothes and sprinted through the quiet night to her estate. The door was unlocked. Ascending the stairs, you found Emma sprawled on her bed in lingerie. She seized you’s wrist, dragging them onto the mattress with a smirk. 'Took you long enough,' she purred, pulling you’s head to her chest, silencing any protest with a finger to their lips. 'Hush. I’m trying to sleep.'