Sweet Honey Blonde

Brutal Series:  Coach!Emily/Reader. Slight Sabrina/Reader

Summary: AU! Reader gets caught partying and getting cozy with Sabrina, but that becomes the least of her worries.

Content: Oral sex.

A/N: It's been a really long time since I've posted, so I'll be posting a Sabrina/Reader fic tomorrow to make-up for the time in between the last post! If you have any requests for the patreon feel free to comment, send a personal message, or send it to my tumblr ask box!

Y/n can call back to a time where she would stay up late on school nights, imagining what her life would be as a 20-something-year-old girl. She was apprehensive of the world, but she imagined herself transforming into some sort of cool girl when she got to college, like the ones she saw on TV and movies. She was hit with a hard dose of reality when she stepped onto campus her first year. You don't automatically turn into a social butterfly with beauty and people clawing at your feet for attention. It takes more than that.

She stares at herself in the mirror with too much gloss on her face and girls bumping into her. Somehow she found herself in the bathroom of Muse; another coveted nightclub that was hard to get into. Kylie continued to amaze her with her ability to get them into places like this. She was certain that no one on the team partied like this, with the exception of Hailey and the likes. Yet she never saw them post about being here and they certainly would brag about something like that. Y/n may not feel like one of the women she watched on TV, but she feels close to it tonight. It would be too embarrassing for her to admit out loud, but if it wasn't for her picking up on some of Hailey's vindictive ways, she wouldn't be friends with Kylie. Something about being with that girl puts her on cloud nine — it makes her feel invincible. Her bubbly personality and coquettish ways are contagious, so much so that it's beginning rubbing off on her. She ordered their drinks at the bar with direct confidence. It could be that she was still riding off of the high of what happened last weekend with Coach and Kylie, but nothing could bring her down. Not even a certain little blonde.

"Wow, twice in one week! I didn't think I'd see you here."

It could be the two mojitos' swimming in her veins, but Y/n wasn't all that nervous to see Sabrina. She may be the captain of the rival team, but at heart Y/n was a nice girl who finds it necessary to be liked. Plus she always had a burning curiosity about Sabrina. Hailey made her out to be a sneaky mastermind and a "boyfriend stealing bitch." There was something about Sabrina that Hailey deeply disliked and Y/n wanted to know why. Maybe Hailey had finally met someone who could go toe-to-toe with her and she didn't like that.

"Hey Sabrina! Are you here with Madison again?"

The first thing Sabrina noticed was how Y/n slurred her words a bit. She looks at her with intrigue, wanting to know more about her night than answering her questions.

"Who are you here with?"

"Kylie, of course."

"Kylie...of course," she repeats with a smile on her face.

The last time Sabrina saw Y/n, she didn't know what the hell she was doing at the club. Now she's on the way to being shitfaced. Sabrina just arrived ten minutes ago so she was still dead sober. She didn't come here with Madison, she came with two other girls' from her team. The plan for the night was to get their drinks and head to the rooftop part of the club. She looked way too good to sweat out her make-up tonight. However, upon seeing Y/n she was changing her mind. She knows Kylie, and if anything she knows Kylie is somehow going to get them into a section, and Sabrina wants in.

"How about we party together tonight?"

"You're on the rival team," Y/n says matter-of-factly. Alcohol surely does make her state the obvious.

"You and I aren't rivals though? Are we?"

"I don't really even know you! I just know what Hailey says about you and how she thinks you're a fake blonde."

Sabrina has heard much worse about herself, so upon hearing what Hailey has said about her, she laughs. That's all the snappy brunette has to say about her? That was nothing. Maybe she saves her most vicious words for the girls on her own team.

"We don't have to think about who's on what team tonight, okay? Hailey's not here to boss you around." Y/n nods earnestly. She was at the club and tipsy as hell, she didn't want to think about Hailey. She just wanted to have fun and the more the merrier. Kylie was more than welcoming of Sabrina to the section she wiggled her way into. She's not the type to get caught up in rumors simply because she has one foot in and one out when it comes to cheer. She wasn't going to be young or in college forever, and she wanted Y/n to feel the same way. Life was too short for rivalry when there was partying to be done.

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Was it possible for a hangover to last more than a day?

Y/n was finding out the hard way that answer was yes. She nearly skipped her 9am Monday class, but it was too close to midterms. She spent all day Sunday in bed with her phone on silent. Her and Kylie haven't spoken since Saturday night, and despite her curiosity to know what happened after midnight, she wasn't in a rush to talk to her.

The day dragged on until it was time for practice. Y/n dreaded having to do any physical work when it felt like she was carrying 20 pound weights on her limbs. She trudged along campus with her hair half-done and sweats. Somehow she still had someone's glitter on her from that night. She felt like she needed a thousand showers and to never take a sip of alcohol again. Y/n was a hot mess that day -- too busy trying to keep herself alert to notice the particular looks she was getting when she walked into the gymnasium that day.

She made a beeline straight to Kylie when she spotted her. Her new friend was uncharacteristically quiet when she approached. Y/n didn't pay it any mind, maybe Kylie was suffering the same way she was.

"I feel like a corpse," Y/n sighs as she places her cheer bag on the ground next to Kylie's. Kylie looks up at with a look she has never seen from her before. Finally, alarm bells begin to go off in Y/n's head. "What? Do I have something on my face?!"

"C'mon," Kylie gets up from the ground and grabs Y/n's arm, "follow me."

Before Kylie could drag Y/n out of the gym, they're stopped by Coach.

"Y/n, I need to see you in my office."

Y/n's heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. The first thing she thought of was they're in trouble for what happened last weekend. Kylie looked worried, however Emily seemed fine. Maybe she was able to spin the narrative and lie her way out of getting in trouble. Y/n felt like she was walking to her death each step she took towards Emily's office. She only felt worse when she entered and saw Hailey sitting at Coach's desk. She was pissed.

"Okay girls, I'm not one to get into your drama." That was a lie. "But we're too close to competition to be having issues. I can't go out there with a fractured team!"

Y/n’s confusion grew deeper. Clearly this wasn't about what happened last weekend, and was about something totally different. Y/n was unaware of any drama outside of the typical tension between her and Hailey. Friday's practice went fine and everyone left without a problem. So what the hell was Coach talking about?

"I don't know what's going on...did something happen?"

"Were you too drunk to remember?" Hailey interjects.

She unfolds her arms to pull out her phone. She shoves it in Y/n's face which makes her jerk back. It takes her a few seconds to register exactly what she is looking at. It's her in the outfit that she wore to Muse on Friday night and she was brushed up against the devil herself -- Sabrina. Nothing was wrong with the first photo once you get past the stupid team rivalry, but then Hailey swiped to the next photo and Y/n was damn near straddling Sabrina. The blonde had her hands on Y/n's hips and they both looked like they were more than enjoying themselves. Heat stings Y/n's cheeks and she begins to stumble over her words like an idiot. She can't even explain herself because she doesn't remember any of that happening at all. Did she drink too much that night? The two-day hangover was proof of that, but she didn't know she drank so much that she would forget what seems to be a very important moment of the night.

"Okay, Hailey that's enough! You need to delete those!" Emily interjects. Yes, she wasn't too happy about the photos either, but she can't have her captain going around showing people of the co-captain getting frisky with the captain of the rival team. It was a terrible look for them and could get Y/n in serious trouble. Emily, despite her own shaky morality, still had a duty to protect every single person on her team.

"Almost the entire team has those photos. They were posted on instagram for everyone to see! Y/n is the one you should be mad at! I wouldn't be surprised if Sabrina knows a thing or two about the competition routine."

"We were just at the club! I didn't tell her anything, and I would never do that! I'm not shady like that and you know it Hailey, even if you don't like me. It was just one night and it's never going to happen again...I'm already embarrassed, I don't need you to make it worse."

Emily held her head in her hands and sighed. This just might be the most frustrating team she's had in her entire coaching career. It was clear that bringing Hailey into the conversation was the wrong move, but she is the team captain and brought the situation to Emily's attention. Emily is less concerned with Y/n hanging around with Sabrina and more about Y/n amassing a certain reputation. She knows her girls' party, but so far they've kept it under wraps. Those photos of Y/n were pretty shocking because it just didn't seem like her. Emily, knowing a whole deeper layer of Y/n, was shocked to see Y/n act so 'free' in public like that. She wasn't in any of the photos, but Emily knows without a doubt Kylie was there too.

"Hailey, I'm going to talk to Y/n alone."

"But don't you thi-"

"Hailey, go start the girls on drills," Emily firmly interrupts her. Coach might be the only person who can get Hailey to simmer down because she has the power to take her spot away from her in a heartbeat. She is actually the one who has saved Hailey's ass multiple times before with all the allegations of her being a downright bully to her teammates.

Hailey pouts but accepts to defeat. She leaves with her phone in her hand, closing the door shut behind her.

Emily gets up after her and locks the door. Once she hears Hailey's footsteps fade into nothing, she faces Y/n.

"Okay, so what happened," Emily takes on a more relaxed tone, one that Y/n is comfortable with.

"Kylie and I went out and I guess I had one too many drinks. Yes I did hang out with Sabrina, but I really don't know her like that and I didn't say shit about what we're working on for competition. And it wasn't my intention to be all over her like that. I'm so embarrassed that I was acting like that."

Emily can feel the shame emanating off of Y/n and she feels bad for her. Technically she broke a few team policies with those photos, but she's in college, she's going to have fun. The photos aren't enough to ruin her semester and time on the team.

"Well for what it’s worth, Hailey did tell me that the photos were only up for a little while before they were deleted."

"Who posted them?"

"She didn't say. Maybe Sabrina herself? I'm not sure."

Y/n was still reeling with a hangover, and now this. She felt a little betrayed by Sabrina even though she doesn’t know exactly who posted those photos. But the fact that they ended up on Hailey’s phone makes her sick to her stomach. Kylie tried to warn her when she walked into practice, but the warning didn’t come soon enough. This made Y/n want to crawl into a hole and never go to the club ever again; classes and practice will be the only time she leaves her dorm.

The anxiety was written all over her face. Emily knows Hailey is all talk and no action, so the most Y/n might face is a few stares and some whispers from the team. Does it suck? Yes, but it’s better than having your college cheerleading career derailed because you decided to have fun one night.

“Don’t worry too much about it, Y/n. I will do everything in my power to make sure those photos don’t spread. I’m probably the only person in a hundred mile radius who actually has Hailey under control,” she jokes. If only she was able to Y/n the full truth, and vice versa. Emily can’t help but let her mind wander to how messy her involvement is with some of her girls, but she can’t help it. Right now she has an anxious Y/n in her office and the only thing she’s thinking about is calming her down by eating her out.

“Get on the couch,” Emily gestures behind her. “I’m going to help you out.”

It was obvious what type of “help” she wanted to give her. Was her relationship like that with Coach now? Or is it more appropriate to refer to her as Emily when they’re doing stuff like this?

Y/n obeyed and for the first time she was excited for this to be happening. Yes, it was risky because practice was going on not too far away from them, but just thinking about Emily’s mouth on her pussy already has her headache melting away. Emily has her best interest in mind, even if it means breaking a few rules.

She gets on the couch and the first thing she does is spread her legs. “Good girl,” Emily coos. Y/n is so pretty, especially when she’s being obedient. Her cheer skirt is so short that she exposes her black panties to Emily. Emily rubs the underside of Y/n’s thighs, inching closer to her sensitive spots with each stroke. Oh how she wishes she had more time to savor her sweet body. It been so long since their very first time together, she remembers just how timid Y/n use to be. Now she was spreading her legs and arching her back like a good slut. Emily bends down and kisses Y/n’s inner thigh, earning a moan from her. She could spend all day kissing and teasing her skin without giving her the sweet relief she was desperate for.

“I’m gonna make you feel good,” Emily says between another kiss planted on Y/n’s thigh. “But we have to be quick, okay?”

Y/n nods along despite wishing Emily would just say ‘fuck it’ and spend hours between her legs, getting her off and overwhelming her.

Emily pulls her panties down to expose her wet pussy. She pulls them off slowly just to watch Y/n’s juices cling to the material before the strings of arousal eventually break. Y/n holds her breath the entire time. The cool air hits her pussy as she desperately waits for Emily to give her something. She discards her panties to the floor and lowers herself between Y/n’s thighs. She has a strong grip on her thighs to keep her legs nice and wide open. Y/n braces herself for the first lick, a tiny, shallow lick that wasn’t enough to satiate her.

If she wasn’t so desperate she would tease her, but Emily loves the taste of Y/n’s pussy. She flicks her tongue against her clit a few times before wrapping her lips around the sensitive bud and sucking on it. The noises her mouth makes on Y/n’s twat are pornographic and make Y/n throw her head back in pleasure.

“Oh my god, Coach.”

Emily will never be able to get over the way ‘coach’ rolls off of Y/n’s tongue when she’s turned on and horny. It scratched an inch deep inside of Emily and she declares it the hottest thing she’s ever heard in her life. She sucks her clit harder to keep hearing those moans fall from her lips. Was she moaning too loud? Maybe, but if the girls were running drills, no one would be able to hear them in the office.

Y/n gropes her own tits through her tops while Emily begins to lick the entire length of her pussy against. Emily hums when she feels those soft folds against her wet tongue. She was making a sticky mess that was going to be stuck to Y/n’s thighs for the rest of practice. It turns them both on to think about going back to the practice room as if none of this ever happens. Y/n was beginning to enjoy the thrill of sneaking around. Her legs began to shake because of Emily’s tongue.

“Fuck,” Emily draws back to breathe in. “You taste so sweet.”

Y/n’s heart skips a beat when she sees her own juices shining on Emily’s face. Now was not the time to shy away, but she averts her gaze and closes her eyes. She began the moan when she felt soft lips wrapped around her clit again. If Emily was spoiling her just for having a hangover, she can’t imagine what will happen if they win nationals.

Emily’s grip on Y/n’s legs tighten as they try to close in on her head. She’s shaking, the tale-tell sign that she’s about to cum. She loves that she knows what all of Y/n’s tells are. This is officially the third time they’ve fucked, yet Emily feels like she already knows so much about Y/n’s body and what she likes. She sucks harder on her clit and digs her nail into Y/n’s skin. The slight sting sends a jolt of electricity through Y/n’s body and she learns in the moment that the mix of pleasure and pain drives her wild. Kylie has talked about enjoying getting spanked while fucked and how it makes her pussy so wet that Y/n was curious about what that burn must feel like when you’re getting stretched out. She imagines Emily fucking her open with her strap-on again while smacking her ass.

Her fantasies about the very woman sucking her clit makes her cum hard against Emily’s mouth. The flow of her arousal drips onto the couch below them. Emily moans into her sensitive pussy. She sucks on Y/n’s clit until she’s too sensitive and tries to push her away from her clit. Emily comes up for air with a lustful smile on her face.

“Taste yourself.”

She leans in far enough for Y/n to smash her lips against hers. She never loved the taste of herself until she tasted it on Emily’s plump lips.

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Hailey has been running drills for God knows how long. She looks at the time on her phone and its’ been 30 minutes since she left Emily’s office. Where the fuck is she?

“Hey, watch them, I’ll be right back,” she whispers to Kendall.

Neither Coach or Y/n have come out of that office since Hailey left. There was no way they were still talking about whatever happened with Y/n and Sabrina the other night. When Hailey brought it to Coach’s attention, she thought it would be enough to get Y/n plucked from her spot. Much to her dismay though, Emily didn’t seem to care that much. Girls have gotten in trouble for partying before, but when it came to Y/n it just seemed like Coach didn’t give a fuck. Why? Well Hailey learned the reason why when she walked back to Emily’s office.

The blinds were shut so she couldn’t see anything, but she didn’t have to see a thing to know what was going on. She heard the sound of moaning, and they weren’t just anybody moan’s; it was Y/n.

Hailey felt her stomach drop and she was a molotov cocktail of emotions. Was she mad? Was she disgusted? Was she jealous? She has never felt like this before.

No, she didn’t feel special when she, along with Kendall and Bella, hooked-up with the coach, but she does feel a little betrayed that she isn’t the only one that has received ‘special treatment’. She is no longer the only one who has something to hold over Coach’s head. But, then again Y/n is so pussy that she wouldn’t say or do shit, and from the sounds of her moans it seems like she’s in it for more than leverage. Hailey didn’t realize how messy Coach Emily really was. She thinks about interrupting them, but decides to walk away. She needs to sort through her emotions first before she acts. Soon.