#agent emily prentiss

[thedelusionalbitchgianna]

Hotch texting Emily: Come out.

Emily: Okay give me a minute...

Emily: I'm a lesbian

Hotch: To the car Emily. Come out to the car.

Emily turning to the car: I'm a lesbian

Hotch facepalming: No we're about to leave. Get in the car.

[hotwritergf]

Telling secrets, there on the mattress. 💋

Taking another sip of the Merlot that Emily had kindly poured out for you into your lipstick-stained glass, you felt dizzy. You were somewhat seeing double in your inebriated state, but you didn’t mind, what’s better than one Prentiss? A second, obviously.

Tenderly she leans forward, you gaze into her eyes, each coffee coloured iris just sparkling under the big central light. Her lips pin up into a smirk, exposing her dimples on either side. Intoxicated and confident, you match her movement but let Emily lead the way. She was always the one in control, every time you met up, she took care of you.

It’s a dance the two of you have done for years, she takes to dinner, douses your stomach with too much red wine and pasta, shyly holds your hand down the street as she brings you home. It’s always the same excuse; “come and see how much Sergio has grown!”

In all fairness, you do get to cuddle with Sergio every time. But he lays between the pair of you, both of you, exhausted and nude, with the light from the cheap nylon curtains peeking through and gracing your bodies in sunlight.

This evening was no different, her crimson nails trailing up your wrists leaving your arms decorated with goosebumps under her fingers.

“You look so gorgeous tonight.” Emily all but purrs her compliment into your ears, her breath tickling over your neck causing you to shiver. She always knew how to get to you, her touch made your body ignite, no matter how little or gentle it was.

Her hands find your thighs, squeezing softly and skittering her nails in between them, feeling the pudgy flesh under her fingers and your conscious collapsing underneath her. Her smirk only grew wider with the knowledge you were hers, putty in her hands once again. With her lips marking your neck, biting heart shaped bruises into your porcelain complexion, you shuffle closer. Tearing her lips from your throat, crashing your lips into hers.

She tastes like the wine you shared and your fondest memories, no matter how much you try to deny her, you can’t deny the hold she has over. Pushing the thoughts of what your mother would think of you right now, your tongue makes its way into her mouth. Oh you could never resist her, and with her kiss she calls for you like a siren song. Every single brush of her tongue more sensual than the last.

“You missed me?” Emily teases, letting her knee push against your heat when she notices you squirming. Holding you closer and undressing you like you were the best present on Christmas morning. Watching her pupils widen as she glances over your now-bare breasts, she shakes her head and chuckles, leaning down to suckle over your rosebud nipples.

Unable to escape the pleasure, you rut yourself against her knee like a bitch in heat for as long as you’re allowed before Prentiss pushes your back to the mattress. Pinning you down with her hips as she plants gentle, wet kisses over your belly. Taking her time to tease around your belly button, twiddling with the piercing that resides there as you gasp and groan. With each kiss she travels further and further south, before her mouth meets your underwear-clad cunt.

Peeling away your already soaked thong, she brushes her finger over your clit, her touch featherlight and teasing. Noticing the way your head falls back in ecstasy as she taunts you with what you were both wanting.

“Tell me you want me.” She husked, twirling her fingers either side of your heart, just touching so close to where you wanted her most. The sensations were maddening, your core clenches around nothing as if it was asking for her fingers itself. You mewl out a few sweet nothings about how you’ve waited for this since the last time, how you can only get yourself off if you think about her standing at the end of your bed. With her hair tied up and her makeup a little messy, her strap-on tied tightly around her hips as she orders you to suck her dick. How the only thing that can make you cum alone anymore is the thought of looking up at her through your lashes and reminiscing of the feeling of her hand scratching your scalp as she praises you.

“Then you can have me, all of me.” The taller girl cooed before her fingers find your pussy once more. She traces circles over it softly, knowing how much you enjoy the build up and how much it drives you crazy when you get needy and beg for more. Your hips jerk up, searching for more of her, needing all that she could give you. She complies, making herself comfortable between your thighs before she tilts her face forward and passionately begins making out with your pussy. Each gentle stroke of her tongue flickering over your bead makes you beg. Thighs wrap round her head like a spider caught in a web, but Emily is not the prey and you are not a spider. For as long as you’ll let her, she’ll eat you out until you cry for mercy. You belong to her.

Emily flattens her tongue and licks stripes up to your clit, swirling her tongue around it with every stripe, completely unfazed by the bucking of your hips up into her face. They crash and collide like waves in the ocean and you were desperately to ride that high, your orgasm approaching quicker and quicker. When it hits it’s a tsunami, the mental memories flash before your eyes when the fireworks go off inside your belly, rutting your hips into her lips begging for more whilst your hands tug at her hair and caresses the back of her hair as gentle as you could be.

“P-Please.. Em please.. Again… Need to so bad.” You choked on your own words, sobbing in pleasure as you clench your thighs around her. Her hands make their way to your waist, pushing her thumbs into the depths of your hipbones, forcibly restraining you with her strength. Looking up at you through her eyelashes and nodding her head, you let go.

Coming undone on her tongue like it’s what you were born to do. You groan and writhe on her bed, soaking into her sheets you feel paralysed in pleasure. And she just won’t. Let. Up. She knew your maximum was two, you were never able to reach a third peak, by the end of your second orgasm, especially with Emily, you were exhausted.

Prentiss sucks on your clit through your orgasm, pushing your limits to see if she could get another one out of you. Over sensitive and now over tired you lay back, defeated. Letting her toy with you, using you as her very own sex you, you feel it. That familiar, wobbly feeling deep inside. You shriek, “N-No more, it’s too much.” Your demands fall on her deaf ears, lapping over your heat and suckling on your clit harshly.

Lightening strikes inside you again as you orgasm a third time. Convulsing, arching your back high off of the mattress you practically scream out for her. “Oh fuck Em! Yes! Right there!” With each word your pitch gets higher and squeakier, your thighs go limp underneath you and shaking through the after-shocks. You look down at the wet patch you’ve made on Em’s bed sheets, peeking through your squinted eyes, you examine her. Her lips now plump and swollen but still oh-so kissable, pussy drunk on the mix of her own saliva and your juices. Pulling her in for a gentle, you taste yourself on her breath.

Still blissed out, you fall back onto the mattress beside her. Her arm sneaking around your shoulder, pulling you close to her chest and letting your face rest on her breasts. Giggling softly with your noses rubbing against each others, all because you called her breasts your pillows. Taking turns being the little spoon to each other because how can you not want to hold her after she’s given you everything. Emily flutters her eyelashes against your cheek, butterfly kisses under the moon light with her would bring world peace, you thought silently.

You slip your hand into hers once more, interlocking your fingers and turning off the light. You sleep in her arms, her musky scent filling your nostrils and you just wish you could bottle it to keep forever. When you wake up, she’s gone.

A post-stick note on the bedside table reads, “Called into work early, I’ll be home around 6. Make yourself at home.” With a badly drawn love heart underneath the emergency contact number, you smile. This time, you’re not her’s for one night.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Water Kink with Emily Prentiss ~Kinktober 2023

Happy October 27th!!! A Water Kink otherwise known as Aquaphilia is today’s kink. Our character is the next BAU special agent, Emily Prentiss. Hope you Enjoy!! 🖤💋

Previous Day <—found here!

Kinktober 2023 <—Here!!

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, light smut, water kink (Aquaphilia), implied fingering, teasing, pet names, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Would you fuck me in the water?” You blurted out, while lounging in your living room.

Emily looked up from her laptop, and she spoke without skipping a beat.

“Absolutely.”

“Really?” You looked up from your own book, surprised by how confidently the brunette had answered.

“Yea.” Emily quipped, shrugging like it was nothing issue.

“Oh. Ok” you stammered with blush growing on your face and a light smile reflecting your happiness.

“Why is it some kind of thing for you…?” The woman teased, “Me fucking you in water?”

You went even redder at her words.

“N-no, it’s just water in general…” you said in an almost whisper, “Just turns me on to think about”

Emily’s eyes sparkled at your words. She then promptly shut her laptop and stood up.

“Alright, let’s go!” She exclaimed.

You giggled lightly thinking she was joking.

“I’m serious. Get your suit. We can use Rossi’s pool, he’s out of town” Emily encouraged and insisted, indicating to the bedroom where your bathing suit was.

“Oh ok…!” You exclaimed in excitement, jumping up and following her to the bedroom.

You two grabbed your suits quickly and hopped into Emily’s car. The drive to Rossi’s passed quickly and soon, you were outside by his patio, changing into your suits.

You both entered the pool, and as if Emily could read your mind, she immediately backed you up against one of the pool walls. Her arms held each side of the pool edge around your body, so that she was effectively tarrying you between the wall and her own figure.

Your heart fluttered, your eyes widened, and your breathing became shallow. You were frozen. With bated breath. Waiting to see what she was going to do.

“So… Explain to me what’s so appealing about me fucking you in the water…?” Emily huskily purred, as her left hand left the ledge and began wandering across your body.

Your mind was starting to dizzy at the limited touch she was giving you.

“Just… the whole experience… the weightlessness of the water, the sloshing sounds, the ease it is to slip in and slip out, the fact that it’s like fucking without the effects of gravity…” you rambled, watching Emily and her hand as it traveled down to your core.

“Are you already wet merely from discussing the idea…?” The brunette teased playfully.

You gulped and nodded.

“So wet. Please…” you whimpered.

“Oh Don’t worry, Babe…” Emily chuckled,

“I’ll be fucking you senseless until you can’t remember your own name.” She huskily reassured you, sending shivers down your spine and straight to your core.

~~~

Next Day <—Corsetry Kink!!

Emily Prentiss Masterlist

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

[hannaloony]

[Eng/Ukr]

[rozthedirector]

season 11 and 12 writers listen to me, LISTEN TO ME!! EMILY PRENTISS DOES NOT HAVE A BOYFRIEND SHE'S A LESBIAN OKAY?!?!! SHE DOESN'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!!!

[unkn0wnnerd]

*Emily hands Y/n some files*

Y/n: Thank you darling <3

Emily: You are welcome love <3

Aaron who is dating Y/n: *wondering if Y/n is dating him or Emily*

[endearng]

mommy?

[pillowprincess4logan]

" We're looking for a white male, approximately mid to late 30s, between 5"6 to 6"2 "

" wheels up in 30 "

[luvvyouforever]

dishes done, food made, clothes cleaned, wounds treated, pussy ate

[thedelusionalbitchgianna]

Spencer to Hotch: Emily told me to tell you that I want McDonald's

Emily standing in the doorway: I did not!

Hotch who just wanted to sleep: How the fuck did you two get in my house?

[waitaminuteashh]

she can just look at me and i'll be bowing already

It’s time to accept Emily Prentiss as your one true savior. Now, bow down. 

[marvelwitchergilmore]

First Kick

Summary: Aaron Hotchner x Fe!Reader -> Both you and Aaron have been in a secret relationship for three years, except when you go into labour, the rest of the team can't help but speculate.

Disclaimer: Just pure fluff. Small descriptions of labour. BAU being a family. Jack and Haley don't exist in this fic. Not Proof Read.

You would have thought working with a bunch of FBI profilers, they would have figured out the truth by now. 

But they hadn’t. 

Instead, both yourself and Aaron had lived in wedded bliss for the last three years and were now expecting your first child. 

Of course, that couldn’t be hidden from the team. The constant morning sickness. The aversions to certain smells. The swollen ankles, the overwhelming emotions and the growing belly. 

Which, as you were sitting at the dim light of your desk filling in the last of the paperwork for your latest case, began to move. 

The others had stepped out for a while, grabbing some food. They had invited you except the thought of walking a block and a half already made you want to fall asleep. So, kissing the top of your head, Morgan took your order and promised to bring you back extra guac. 

The hum from the headphones you placed around your belly filled the small silence, a tune of Motzart rather than a constant drum of a nearby printer. 

However, from under the headphones, you felt a movement. 

It wasn’t big. Barely noticeable. But it was there. 

Or was it? 

Maybe it was nothing. 

Except, twenty seconds later, you knew for certain. 

Pulling the headphones from you, you stood up immediately and rushed towards Hotch’s office. 

And you continued with your normal routine. Knocking on his door, calling his name and stepping inside. 

“Is everything okay?”

Trying not to raise any alarm, you closed his office door behind you before shutting the blinds. 

“Is everything okay?”

Aaron scanned your face. “Honey?”

Within seconds he was by your side. “What is it?”

But then you smiled. And he became confused. 

“What-”

“Feel.”

Taking his hand, you guided it to cover part of your growing belly. “What am I-”

Kick.

You watched every emotion possible pass over Aaron’s face as he took in the feeling of your child kicking his palm. 

“Is that-”

Kick.

Then he laughed. 

Aaron Hotchner laughed. 

It wasn’t often that you got to see this side of your husband when at work. So it was a nice surprise when you did. 

Within seconds, he had stepped a little closer and had carefully removed his hand from the top of your stomach and slipped it under the hem of your shirt, allowing his warm palm to rest against your skin. 

Then your baby kicked harder. 

You both laughed that time. 

“Hey, ow.” You said, looking at your stomach. 

Aaron chuckled lightly before resting his forehead against yours as his other hand rested against your face, brushing the fallen hair from your face and cupping your cheek. 

“She’s moving.” 

You smiled. “You’re still convinced it’s a girl?”

“Of course I am. I’m a profiler. I should know.” 

You chuckled lightly, shaking your head. “I’m a profiler, too, you know.”

“I know.”

“And it’s mother.”

“And you disagree?” He asked, still with a light smile gracing his lips. 

You hummed. “I’m uncertain.”

“Well, how about I give you my profile and see how you feel?”

You laughed. “It really is second nature to you.”

Aaron hummed before moving his hand, still under your shirt, to the top of your belly. 

“You’re carrying high, for one.” His thumb traced back and forth on your stomach. “You’ve suffered with morning sickness before twelve weeks, your main craving so far has been fruit. You sleep on your right side.”

“I always sleep on my right side.”

Aaron smiled. “And your skin,” He stroked his thumb against your cheekbone. “It’s soft.”

You smiled, leaning into his touch. “Except, they are just old wives tales.”

“I’d like to think there is still some justice in them. Are you sure you want to wait until they’re born?”

“Yes.”

“And you couldn’t be persuaded?”

“Nope.”

“Are you sure?” Aaron smirked a little before leaning in and kissing you. 

Pulling his hand from your stomach, he brought it up to the other side of your face and it wasn’t long before he felt your body melt into his. 

“The others are going to be back soon.”

Aaron groaned a little but not before kissing you a last few times before pulling away. 

“You’d think they would have figured it out by now.” 

You nodded. “But it is kinda fun. And I can’t wait until they see our baby. I have a feeling they’ll look like you.”

“I should hope so.”

You laughed. “You know what I mean. And, if it is a girl, don’t they usually look like they’re dad?”

“Are you saying you agree with my profile?”

You hummed. “Maybe. Just a little. You are the Unit Chief of the BAU, so I suppose you have some credibility.”

“Even if they’re just old wives tales?” He asked, raising his eyebrow a little. 

You nodded, with a slight smile. “Even if they’re just old wives tales.”

You finally left his office just before the team got back, but not before stealing a few more kisses. 

Over the following months, the team grew more protective of you. With your pregnancy coming to an end, and still not knowing who the father was, they began to step up. 

It was sweet to watch. 

Penelope had planned your baby shower with JJ’s help. Reid had read up on everything a doctor and midwife knew about giving birth, just in case you went into early labour. Emily had helped you pack your spare hospital bag for the office in case you were rushed into labour whilst at the office or away on a case, being too far from home to drive to get your hospital bag. 

And when Hotch couldn’t be by your side, he made sure either Rossi and Morgan were there to help you. 

“You okay there, Momma?”

You looked to Morgan who had appeared from around the corner. You were leaning against the counter, your hand holding onto the bottom of your belly. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” You breathed out. “Just a little- ow. Okay. Hey-”

“Whoa, hey, okay, take it easy.”

Morgan placed his coffee mug down, coming right back to your side and holding your hand. “What do you need?”

Your grip tightened around his hand. “Ow. Hospital.”

“Okay, okay. Where’s your hospital bag?”

“By my desk. Emily-” You grunted in pain. “Emily knows.”

“Okay, okay. It’s okay. Emily!”

Turning around, it took Emily less than ten seconds to realise what was going on. 

“Okay, Garcia. Hey! Penelope, call Hotch. Let him know what’s going on.”

“Why, what’s-O…oh my god. Okay, Okay. Calling him now.”

By the time Morgan got you to the parking lot, Hotch was pulling in. 

“Get in, I can drive her straight there.”

“Have you got everything you need?”

You nodded. 

“Call us if you need anything?” Emily asked, shutting your door. 

You could only hum, holding onto Emily’s hand. 

She leaned in for a moment, kissing your cheek. 

“See you when you get back, Momma.”

Hotch pulled away a few moments later, rushing you directly to the hospital. 

And for the next twenty hours, Hotch stayed by your side. And the rest of the team started to think. 

“I mean, think about it. When she got braxton hicks. Who was the first one at her side?”

“Hotch.” Penelope answered. 

“Yeah, and the way he looked. I don’t know about you but I have never seen Hotch that nervous.”

“That is true.” Rossi agreed. 

“But they can’t be…together, can they?” JJ asked. “You all had it sussed about me and Will. They couldn’t go this long and not have us at least find out.”

“Maybe they didn’t want us to.”

“Or maybe they’re not together at all.”

“When have you ever known either of them to be that close with each other as they are with us? Rossi, have you ever seen the inside of Hotch’s house?”

“Not for a while, no. Why, have you ever seen hers?”

Emily shook her head. 

“Penelope, can you find out anything?” Morgan asked, turning to his best girl. 

“I can but it would completely wreck my moral standing.”

“You’ve never run a background check on us?” JJ asked. 

“No! That would be an invasion of your privacy. And theirs! If they are a..them, I suppose. Or maybe not. Maybe she is just a single mother and Hotch has decided to help her. He was the first to find out.”

“See, another thing!” Emily pointed out. 

“But Hotch is the first to know everything about us. He’s the main person we have to tell when it comes to personal things that could affect our work.” Morgan explained. 

“But why not come to one of us?” Rossi asked. “JJ, what do you think? Out of us, who would you have come to?”

JJ thought for a moment. “Out of you boys? Probably…Hotch.”

“Really?” Rossi asked. 

“Why not me?” Morgan asked. 

“Or me?” Reid finished. 

JJ smiled. “You know I love you all equally, but out of Three Divorces, Pretty Boy and Chocolate Thunder, I’d want to tell someone I know to be calm. That could remain level headed.”

“And we’re not level headed?” Morgan asked, causing JJ to look up above her shoulder. 

“What did you do when I told you I was pregnant?”

Morgan paused for a second. “You may have a point.”

“Either way, we can’t know for certain that they’re having a baby together.” Reid pointed out. 

“Well, she’s married. Or engaged, at least.”

They all turned to Emily. 

“How do you know that?”

“Her wedding finger. Last time she came back from AL she had a tan line. It was faint, but it was there.”

“Maybe he ran off? They got pregnant but he didn’t want to be in the picture?”

Penelope scoffed. “What a jerk.”

“I don’t think they’d appreciate us speculating like this.”

“JJ’s right. Maybe they’re just friends and Hotch is helping her out. Garcia, have you heard from them yet?”

“Not yet, Sir.”

Meanwhile, at the hospital, the midwife was instructing Aaron to get behind you, holding you up and holding your hands and you continued to push. 

“I don’t think I can do it.”

“Yes, you can. Yes, you can. Come on, honey. I know you can.”

“Can’t you do it for me?”

Aaron chuckled. “I wish I could, but I can’t.”

“Just a couple more pushes, Mrs Hotchner.”

Another wave of contractions hit and you continued to push for another fifteen minutes before finally everyone in the room heard the cries of your baby. 

“You did it, honey. I’m so proud of you. You did it.”

“Is she okay? What-Where is she?”

Aaron smiled, tears in his eyes, pushing the hair out of your own. “She’s-She’s okay. Look, the midwife is just wrapping them up.”

A few moments later, the midwife handed you your baby. 

Two days later they discharged you from the hospital and the first stop made was at the office considering the last of your things had been left there when you went into labour. 

And it also meant the team could finally greet your baby. 

“Ooh, ooh, they’re here. They’re here.”

Penelope was the first to spot you and Hotch standing in his office and it wasn’t long before they were all standing outside. 

However, as the congratulations and praise was made, Penelope’s voice dropped an octave after she got a clear look of the baby. 

“Oh my god.”

“What is it, Garcia?”

“Ohh, ohh, ohh my goodness.”

But you could only smile. 

“You!” Penelope pointed before turning to look at Hotch. “And you! Oh my god! You are!”

You looked behind you, finding your husband standing closer to you than when the team had first walked inside. 

“Are what? Baby girl, what’s-”

And then it clicked. 

With all of them. 

And for a moment they were all stunned into complete silence. 

“Aaron…why didn’t you…”

“Tell you?” Hotch asked, finishing Rossi’s question.

“Truthfully, we kinda maybe wanted to see how long it would take you all to figure out.” You explained. 

“But…how?!” JJ asked. 

You just shrugged. 

“Hints were there if you looked for them.” Aaron said. 

“Hints were- Oh, so, now he tells us. How long?”

“Four years.” You both answered. 

“Four years?!” They all half shouted, quickly remembering there was an infant present. 

“Wait.” Penelope said, holding up her hands. “Oh my god, it’s all coming together. This must be how Sherlock Holmes feels when he cracks a case.”

Both yourself and Aaron smiled before looking down at the sleeping baby in your arms. 

“The weekends away, the lunch orders, the arrive at work together. Oh my god! The touching.” Penelope hit Emily and Derek’s arm. 

“Ow!” They both called. 

“How could you two not have noticed this?!”

“You didn’t notice either!” Emily replied, rubbing her arm. 

“Baby girl, they kept this from us for four years. Why aren’t you hitting them?”

“Because,” Penelope explained. “She had just had a beautiful baby girl. And Hotch is my boss.”

“Can you ever find a way to forgive us?”

They all looked at each other before seemingly coming to the same conclusion. “Fine. But, only if you tell us how it happened and when. And, if you have a wedding re-do so that we all get to attend.”

Both you and Aaron looked at each other. 

“That could work.”

“Great! Now, let me see this beautiful baby girl.” Penelope said, her voice once again chipper, as she came to your side. 

“My goodness, she’s beautiful. Hotch, she looks just like you.”

Aaron smiled at the compliment, but shook his head. “No, that’s all her mom.”

“Oh-ho,” Rossi laughed a little. “She is going to be running rings around us all soon enough.”

Four weeks later, each member of the team turned up together on different days, listening to the story of your relationship. First were the girls and Reid before JJ showed up with Morgan and Rossi. JJ was there to drop some items off that both yourself and Hotch would find useful with the nursery but she didn’t mind hearing the story a second time. 

Eight weeks after you had given birth, your doorbell rang and just as Aaron opened up the front door, Penelope and Rossi walked inside carrying boxes of items before directing the rest of the team through your home into the garden. 

“Dave, what’s going on?”

“You, my dear friend, are getting married.”

“We’re already married.” You said with a small laugh, walking to stand beside your husband. 

Dave nodded. “That you are, but today, you are both getting remarried. You did promise us.”

“We did promise them.” Aaron said, turning to look at you. 

“We did, didn’t we?”

Dave smiled. “So, Uncle Reid is going to be looking after this little one.”

You carefully handed your baby girl to Spencer as Dave continued to explain. 

“Whilst the girls help you get ready and I enlist your help,” Rossi turned to look at Hotch. “To help finish the set up.”

Penelope appeared from down the hallway. “Come on, Emily is finishing setting everything up.”

“I guess I’ll see you at the wedding?”

“I’ll be the one in white.”

Aaron smiled before kissing you quickly as barely a second later Penelope was dragging you upstairs. 

That night was filled with joy, laughter and happiness. Yourself and Aaron shared another set of marriage vows in front of the team. You shared a second first dance, a second first kiss and a first family dance. 

It was a quiet moment on the corner of the dance floor. You were swaying with your baby, softly, in your arms when you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind and a familiar pair of lips kiss your shoulder. 

Turning around you, Aaron held both of you close. Your forehead against his and your eyes closed, his fingers traced patterns against your arms back and forth before down your side and to your hips where he pulled you in a little closer. 

Neither of you knew it until a week later, but Morgan had, with Emily’s help, caught everything on camera. And with help from Penelope, a second wedding video had been made. 

Capturing the full length of your first family dance together.

[myharkness]

Speak To Me,

summary: emily, as it turns out, has been having a bit of a rough day. usually, you'd try to help her with soft whispers between work breaks, but today, she's being unkind to everyone �� which is highly unusual. when she snaps at you, however, you take matters into your own hands, even if she doesn't want you to. tags: smut, mean!emily, menstruation, menstrual cramps, menstrual pain, hormones, sensitive!emily, sad girl times, fem!reader, bottom!emily, vibrators, toys, crying, comfort, dub-con?, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, choking, praising, toy sucking, gagging, brief mommy kink, reader does not have mercy on emmy's clit.

inspired by @illdowhatiwantthanks 's work: "Touchy"

word count: 2.7k

Being a profiler, you were naturally observant of your surroundings and the people at your side. Your elbow rested on the small table of the jet, cheek pressed against your first. Emily, the Chief, your girlfriend, sat on the far left, next to Luke, who had fallen asleep listening to music. You tapped your finger rhythmically as you watched her curiously as her eyes remained glued to the book in her hands, turning a page occasionally. Now, you were no Spencer Reid, but you were fairly certain that Emily was reading slower than usual. 

She had been off the entire day. Not just with you, but with the team, as well. She had snapped more than once, enough times to earn questioning glances from her teammates. She had dismissed everyone's questions with an irritated wave of her hand, and had walked past you without so much as sparing you a glance. When her shoulder had bumped against yours, and she moved away and left, you realized that she would not be speaking to you anytime soon.

And you'd have to find out all on your own. You watched the way she turned a page, the occasional twitch of her brow, which happened only during moments of intense stress, and the way she occasionally shifted on her seat, leaning forward, or crossing her legs. You weren't certain about what was wrong with her, but with the way she gripped the book, knuckles turning white, you were fairly confident to say that she was in pain, at the very least. 

When Tara sat across from her, tilting her head to the side, you tried not to seem too interested in their interaction, turning your eyes elsewhere. You heard the book close firmly, an irritated sigh following close after. 

"Are you okay, Emily?" Tara asked, raising a brow. You turned your head briefly, catching the way Emily's jaw flexed, eyes moving to the window at her side. Her hands clenched into fists over the chair's armrests, relaxing before her fingers twitched.

"Headache," She replied sharply. She was stiff now, tense. Tara didn't push, but her eyes remained studying her behavior. She nodded and looked out the window as well. You knew it wasn't just a headache — otherwise she wouldn't have been so cruel to the people she was working with back at the station. 

The jet arrived and everyone disembarked as usual. You, however, watched the way Emily faltered as she stood, shaky hands tightening as her lips pursed. Her cheeks were rosy now, and her skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat. You walked to the parking lot as usual, sitting on the driver's seat and waiting for Emily, as you had driven her to work earlier that morning. 

When she reached your car and sat on the passenger side with a huff, she closed the door a little harder than she normally would, before gripping her knees and looking ahead. You, however, only looked at her, leaving the car parked after you turned it on. Emily looked at you, brows still furrowed, jaw tight. 

"You driving or are we just hanging out in the parking lot?” She scoffed sarcastically, rolling her eyes. You ignore the snappy tone, though it mildly irritates you, before sighing softly.

"Em, do you wanna tell me what's going on?" You watched her jaw tick, eyes flashing briefly. You couldn't tell if it was another bout of anger, or something that resembled sadness. It was gone too soon for you to study.

"I'm fine, and I wish people would stop fucking asking," She replied, then looked forward with a huff. "Can you just drive me home? I want to get to bed already."

You purse your lips and sigh, shifting the gear before driving again. You held the wheel with one hand, gripping tightly — you could faintly see your knuckles turn white, even in the darkness. She was irritating you, really. She wouldn't open up to you, and that would normally be okay. You always let her come to you in her own time.

But the way she had been so bitchy to everyone — including you, was a clear, tell-tale sign that she did need something, only she refused to ask for help. As per usual. When you arrived to her home, the car had barely stopped before she swung the door open and left without a final word.

That alone had been the cherry on top.

Nights after a case, you usually stayed over at her place. If not, however, she'd whisper soft goodbyes and kiss your head. Today, you'd hardly seen the color of her eyes. You park properly and kill the engine, shoving the keys in the pocket of your pants before following behind her, slipping your foot between the door and the frame before she managed to close it.

"What the hell are you doing?" She hissed, opening the door to glare. Your hand wrapped around her arm and pulled her inside with ease, kicking the door shut behind you before absentmindedly locking it with your free hand. She yelped as you dragged her to the living room, pushing her onto the couch and standing above her.

You're calm — as calm as you can be when she had been disrespecting you the entire day, of course. You're not angry enough to hurt her in a fit of mindless rage, and you feel comfortable, under enough control so that you may express your thoughts clearly.

"I don't know what's going on with you," You breathe slowly, and your jaw flexes. "I can't understand if you don't speak to me, my love. I want nothing more than to help you — but you are being stubborn."

"I don't care," She spat, and her fingers clench around her shirt. "Just leave already. I don't need your help, alright?"

Before you open your mouth, your eyes rake over the coffee table close to the couch. A small bottle of pain medicine, a heating pad, and an empty bowl full of chocolate wrappers. Your lips part as realization settled in your mind — it had been a month already.

"Emily," You sigh. "You're on your period?"

She doesn't answer, eyes lowering. Her expression is still guarded, lips pursed until the color disappeared, and you watched her thighs press together until they shook slightly. Oh.

"You're on your period and you're needy," Her cheeks flushed, tinged with a soft pink hue. She squirmed below your gaze, and she ran her fingers through her hair, sighing shakily.

"I...I don't usually get like this on...on my period," She speaks hesitantly. "But this morning I was so...it was too much and I couldn't take care of it and I didn't want to as you for help...it wouldn't be fair of me."

"It wouldn't be fair of you to ask your girlfriend to take care of you?" You ask, quirking a brow. You understand her situation now, but you can't say that you're any less bothered than you were before.

Her cheeks burned, "It's messy, okay? I don't want to...I just can't."

"There are toys, my love," You sigh. "You have toys. I will always want to help you — even if you're on your period. There are ways to go about it, sweetheart."

"Still..." She snaps, embarrassed. "I don't want that..."

Again, you find yourself battling the slow anger bubbling inside you. You can handle her in pain, and you can take the occasional off-hand comment, but snapping the entire day had drained you of your patience.

"Get to the bed," You say, beginning your walk to her bedroom. You hope you don't have to repeat yourself, otherwise you may have to take a walk to cool down and think logically. You grab the brown towel hanging on the edge of her bed and lay it over the bed, opening the nightstand and rummaging through the toys.

You faintly hear Emily's footsteps come behind you, and the way her breath hitches doesn't go unnoticed by you. You don't spare her a glance as you lay some toys on the edge of the bed, folding your sleeves up to your elbows.

"W-wait, no, I—"

"Get on the bed," You repeat, then look at her. "I'd recommend that you listen, I'm not in a particularly forgiving mood — it's been a bit of a rough day for me too, baby."

Emily's eyes widen, and they gloss over as she looks down guiltily. When she sits on the edge of the bed, you cup her jaw and press a kiss to her forehead, stroking her cheek faintly.

"Do you have a pad or a tampon?" You ask, brushing her hair away from her face. You'd missed her eyes today, so you'll be making sure to stare at them the entire night.

"Tampon," She mumbles.

"Alright," You reply. "Go to the bathroom and take it off. Don't put any clothes on your lower body."

Her cheeks burn, and she swallows, but you see her thighs press together as she nods, standing shakily to enter the bathroom connected to her bedroom. You grab a rubber band from the table and tie your hair back loosely, glancing at the toys and slowly forming a plan in your head.

You feel a little more refreshed, but the irritable feeling lingers.

When Emily returns, she's wearing her favorite black robe, and her lower body is bare. She sits on the towel, thighs closed as she shifts uncomfortably. Again, your hand cups her jaw, but your lips meet her mouth this time, pressing firmly together. Your lips part, and hers follow, allowing your tongue to brush lightly against her.

She whimpers, and you slide your tongue inside, cupping her cheek and pulling her closer to your kiss. Her eyes are closed, lashes brushing against her cheeks as your fingers dug into her jaw, leaving light red marks.

"All this time," You huff, meeting her lips again. "You were just fucking horny. I can't believe you."

"M'sorry," She breathes out, flushed. "It's just..."

"No, I know," You sigh, then kiss her jaw, slowing making way down to her neck. When your mouth meets her throat, and your teeth graze lightly before sinking, you watch her shoulders slump as a shaky moan leaves her lips. Your hands move to her sides, but you pull your touch away in an instant.

"Wait..."

"Be patient," You sigh, moving to sit behind her. Your back rests on the bed frame, and her back rests against your chest. Your lips make home on the side of her neck, leaving the occasional mark on her shoulder as you slowly worked her up. Not that she needed it — she had been squirming the second you entered her home uninvited. Your hand kneads at her breast, but your touch is gentle there, kissing her cheek as her sore body makes her whimper.

When you tweak her nipple and she melts into you, your hand grasps the large, black wand vibrator. Her eyes are closed, but they snap open when she hears the vibrations flick on. Before she can speak, you press it firmly against her clit, hooking your legs over hers to hold them open.

"Oh, fuck," She whined. "Wait, please, I..."

Her legs began to shake immediately, and it made you realize just how neglected her arousal had been. You hum softly, still kneading her breast as the vibrations worked on her clit. Her head fell back with a shaky gasp, laying on your shoulder as you drew slow circles with the toy.

"So — fuck, so good," She pants, rolling her hips. "Wait, it's — it's sensitive. P-pull away, m'gonna cum already. D-don't wanna cum yet..!"

"You can take it," You hum, drawing faster circles. You watched her eyes widen, nails digging into your thighs as she groaned loudly, mouth falling open as she tried to grind against the wand, seeking her release with the delicious pleasure she was being given. You added more pressure on her clit, and it seemed to throw her over the edge.

Your name fell from her lips, a quick, breathy chant that had her rolling her hips against nothing. Her eyes nearly rolled back, but you pull the toy away before you can allow her to ride the high of her climax. She goes to complain, but your hands bring another toy.

A dildo, this time. A little smaller than the one she usually uses, but you don't want to make her uncomfortable, so you choose the safer option. You hold it up to her lips, and she parts them obediently. The toy disappears in her mouth, making her eyes sting as she gags lightly. When you pull it out, its thoroughly soaked.

"Good girl," You hum, and kiss her shoulder. "So good."

Her cheeks flush, and you line the toy up with her entrance. You dip in slowly, pushing past her sensitive walls. You flip on the vibrator on a lower setting, pressing it against her clit once again.

"Hold it," You murmur. "And don't pull it away until I say so.."

Emily swallows thickly, but nods, using both of her trembling hands to hold the toy onto her clit. She slumps back onto you with a gasp as you start a steady pace with the dildo, still pinning her legs open with your own. Her hips writhe and twitch occasionally, until her orgasm is building up again.

Her hips roll as you fuck her steadily, clenching around the toy. She doesn't feel any pain as she finally reaches her climax, her abdomen relieved of any cramps.

"W-wait, I..." She gasps. "Fuck, m'gonna pass out.."

You chuckle, "You're fine, sweetheart. Just hold it steady like I said."

She does as you say, even after she finished riding her orgasm. Her legs tremble and shake, pulling long whines and broken whimpers from her throat, her head falling back onto your shoulder once again. Her moans turn into broken sobs as she reaches another climax, making you pull the dildo out, leaving it on the towel.

You hold the wand to her clit, above her hand, to ensure that she doesn't pull it away as she rolls her hips. Her hands leave the toy and return to your thighs, sinking her nails into you once again, mouth falling open with a loud, stretched-out moan.

She's pulsing now, and her pussy is drooling prettily onto the towel beneath her. She gasps and chokes, eyes rolling back. There are tears streaming down her cheeks, a guttural moan ripping from the depths of her throat.

"S'too much!" She pleads, gasping. "Please, m-mommy, can't take anymore!"

"I don't know, baby," You murmur softly, wrapping a hand around her throat and squeezing lightly. "I think you can take one more."

There's another sob that breaks through her throat. It makes you falter, moving your eyes up to her face, searching for anything. You see, however, that she'd closed her eyes and nodded desperately, tears dripping onto her chest.

"Atta girl," You hum. "One more for mommy."

You press the vibrator firmly against her clit, drawing quick, tight circles as you flip it on the highest setting. Her mouth drops open and no sound comes out. Your nose nudges against her jaw and you let go of her neck, whispering softly, "Breathe, baby."

She gasps as her hips spasm and write, a loud sob echoing in the room. You don't flip off the toy just yet, leaving it for a few more seconds. She pleads and cries, and you listen eventually, pulling it away and turning it off. Her clit is throbbing, utterly swollen and abused as it pulses, leaving her breathing heavily.

"Em?" I murmur softly. "You with me?"

"Yeah," She says shakily, then swallows. "Yeah, I'm okay."

"Yeah?" You whisper, then stretch your neck to look at her. "You did so good, baby. Good job."

Her cheeks flush, nuzzling her nose in the crook of your neck, "Thank you...I'm sorry I was so snappy today."

"It's okay," You assure, then chuckle. "I wasn't very patient. I might also be getting my period soon, unfortunately."

Emily giggles, and you feel her lashes flutter against your skin.

"Shower first, baby," You remind, and she nods. "I'll clean you up, and then I'll clean up in here so we're ready for bed, yeah?"

"Yeah," She yawns. "Thank you."

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

SPENCER: I think I’ll be able to think better under my desk.

EMILY: Won’t that be a little cramped?

SPENCER: *shrugs* You appear to be managing just fine in your closet.

EMILY: *scowls in gay*

[call-me-mother-darling]

Breeder

Emily Prentiss x Reader

Authors note: I hope you guys enjoy. Thank you to Grey's anatomy for the idea. I couldn't not do it, Emily with gray hair is too die for. This is one of two fics this week. I will have one coming out on my normal schedule. Y'all deserve a gift though and this is that. I’m not gonna lie this is not my best writing. Later on I might re-edit and update this. If I do I’ll repost it and let y’all know. Much love 💋

Plot: You've just started at the BAU only to find out your boss is the woman you've been admiring at the jazz club.

Warnings: breeding kink, strap on, dirty talk, consensually getting fucked into oblivion, anxiety, first day jitters, feminine reader, mention of teens getting tortured (Voit case in CM:Evolution), mention of whip marks, mentally drained, letting yourself submit to your boss ;) she’ll take care of you, (If I missed any lmk)

Word count: 3170

An alarm blares in my ear pulling a groan from my lips. God already? Today is my first day in this new unit. The Behavior Analysis Unit, a group of highly intelligent individuals that can tell how you're feeling with one glance. While you would think that is an amazing thing, I do not. Being a private and anxious person, the thought of the team knowing what I truly feel is terrifying, I can��t protect myself that way. It’s like giving up control. I stare at the ceiling while all these situations cycle through my brain. 

Deep breaths, you got this. They wouldn’t have picked you if they didn’t want you. You’re there for a reason.

I try to remind myself. I think back to my mothers words. ‘If you are feeling anxious, take a step back, take a deep breath and move on. The worst thing you can do is dwell on the fact that you can’t control it.’ As much as I hated her for that, she is right. I can’t control how my day goes but I can control how I react to them. 

I will myself to sit up and stand in front of my bathroom mirror. My hair is everywhere and I can practically smell my breath. I grab my tooth brush and handle my morning breath before pulling my hair into a tight slick back ponytail. 

My phone started to buzz and I run to my night stand to pick it up. A cheery voice on the other side played in my ear.

“Good morning sweet pea! My name is Penelope but you can call me Pen. Before you ask how I got your number, I would like you to know I am the Technical Analyst for the BAU. Your information was pretty easy to find.” I take a deep breath letting my worry go.

“I wanted to call you because newbies can get nervous coming in to work with such an amazing team. I wanted to reassure you that everyone here is beyond excited for your arrival. Your work is extraordinary.” She pauses.

“Thank you Penelope. I honestly really needed that.” I say and I can practically feel her beaming through the phone. 

“No problem sweet cheeks. See you in a little.”

“See you in a little, bye Pen.” I say.

“Bye hun.” She giggles and ends the call.

I really hope she was right. I even picked out an outfit last night so I wouldn't panic this morning. I put on my black slacks and a red sweater that has a neckline so low it’s not always work appropriate. If I just keep pulling it down in the back it should be fine. 

Should be. 

When I make it to the office I’m shaking. The anxiety has fully taken over my body. What if I don’t perform as well as they think? What if I just start word vomiting? Oh god anything but that. That’s so embarrassing. These people barely know me and the thought of my accidentally telling them some embarrassing story almost made me walk out of the building.

But before I could fully think of running away a squeal echoes through the lobby. A woman dressed in bright colors and a huge smile on her face runs towards me. Given her bright energy I can only assume this is the woman I talked to on the phone this morning. 

“You’re here! Can I hug you?” I let out an awkward giggle and nod. Who am I to deny a hug, especially from this ray of sunshine. 

“Yay! I’m so happy you're here! I’ve been looking at all your reports and I am just amazed at how your brain works.” Penelope squeals, wrapping her arms tightly around me.

“You’re too sweet Penelope but thank you. I am quite nervous.” I say shakily, wrapping my arms lightly around her. But she abruptly pulls back and holds my shoulder in her hands.

“You are going to be great. You may have to do it scared but you can and will do it. You can do things even if you're scared.” She says sternly but with a sweet smile.

I nod along and visibly relax at her words. I can already tell she is going to be my best friend. Someone I go to when I’m on the verge of going insane. I can already tell she helps keep the team grounded with just her energy. Given they see so much blood and dead bodies they look at everyday I can only imagine how refreshing it is to have someone so aggressively positive. 

“Come on, let's get you upstairs.” She says, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Yes.” I say and begin to follow her to the elevators.

“Pen, I have a question.” I say and Pen looks my way once the elevator doors close.

“What is it sweet cheeks?” She asks.

“Is there anything I should know about the team? Like touchy subjects or how strict they are. Especially the unit chief. People have said she's scary.” I ask hesitantly and she lets out a small laugh.

“Oh honey you will get along perfectly fine with the unit chief. I can already tell she’ll take a liking to you.” She says, eyeing me up and down. I question what she means by that, and the look she's giving me along with it, but I choose to keep that question to myself.

“As for everyone else, they are very welcoming. Tara and Luke will act like your brother and sister once you get to know them, they are known for ‘adopting the newbies’. Rossi is like your old Italian grandpa. I think that explains him enough.” She giggles

“ JJ is the motherly figure of the group but she can be closed off so don’t pry with her. She will open up when she feels it’s time. Saying that though, she is the sweetest person you will ever meet. Now Emily, the unit chief. She’s your boss so treat her as such. She is the best of the best. She will know you inside and out within the first month. There’s no fighting it, I just want you to be prepared. I know that is a lot of information but these people will have you back no matter what. They are also super excited to meet you.” Penelope finishes. I take a deep breath just in time for the doors to open and Penolope to pull me to the bullpen. 

Okay this is it.

I follow her closely trying to keep my strides consistent. As soon as I walk in I am bombarded with greetings and three people surrounding me. They all introduce themselves politely.

JJ, Tara, and Luke. 

“Guys we have new information on Voit. Welcome to the team.” A low sultry voice rings through the office causing all of us to look in her direction. 

Oh shit. 

My eyes go wide. There's no way she’s my new boss. I have admired a woman at the jazz club every sunday for the last month or so. I thought it was something innocent. I would only admire from afar. I promised myself I wouldn't go up to her or try to find more information. I just needed something to look forward to, to get through my week. But no, here she is in all her glory. Looking even more beautiful. In this lighting I can see her whole face, the way the silver in her hair sparkles and how perfect her teeth are when she smiles. She has such a perfect smile.

No. That's weird, stop.

I come back to reality to see her staring back at me. 

This is going to be a long case.

The team and I make our way to the conference room. I had already been sent all the information on Voit the day prior. The man is way too good. I believe they are towards the end of the case. I know they are looking for the orphanage of these kids. What’s happening to them is unimaginable.

Upon entering the conference room all chairs were taken. 

Literally my worst nightmare.

“Hey, you can have my seat.” Luke offers me. I nod politely and let him push my chair in. The Ipad,with all the information I may need, right in front of me. 

God this is going to be rough. Scrolling through to pictures on Ipad it shows teens thrown on the concrete floor with whip marks on their back. Some look healed, others are still bleeding. My heart aches for these children. No child deserves to go through this. 

“I know these are horrendous but we need to keep a level head. These kids need us so let's figure this out.” Emily says reassuring the team, being the strength for the team.

We spent the next week working on this case, we were all so exhausted. Tara, Luke, and I go out for breakfast the day after we found the building, saving most of the children. Luke’s eye bags were dark and you could tell he could barely keep his eyes open. Tara being in the same state along with her slouching. I don’t want to know how I even look. The waiter has come and gone, putting water in front of us and quickly taking our order. While we wait Tara and Luke fill the silence.

“So now that we have time to actually get to know you, tell me about your crush on Em.” Tara says, eyeing my reaction. I couldn't help but be shocked.

“What? What do you mean?” I ask. There's no way they can tell about my adoration for her. 

“Oh come on, we see the way you look at her. Like she can solve all your problems, like she's the only one in this world.” Tara says with certainty. Luke nods in agreement.

“There's no way you don’t know you're doing it. Even Emily can tell.” I look at Luke mortified.

“She’s noticed?” I ask in a panic causing them both to chuckle tiredly.

“Well you’re not necessarily sly about it.” Tara says. 

“Oh god, my first case and I'm already exposing my mommy issues.” The two laugh at that.

The waiter brings over our food when the bell rings above the door signally someone has entered. I don’t pay any mind to it until a strong hand rests on my shoulder, making me jump out of my seat a little..

“Sorry hun I didn’t mean to scare you so much. I hope you don’t mind me joining you guys, I'm starving.” She smirks at me while placing herself on my side of the booth. The waiter comes over and quickly takes Emily’s order. Her hand rests on my thigh causing my cheeks to heat up. 

“So what were you guys talking about that got her so flustarded?” Emily asks.

Tara smirks at me and my eyes go wide begging her to keep quiet.

“We were just talking about her little crush on someone with a higher ranking.” Even through her tiredness Tara still teases me. Emily smirks and looks my way.

“Oh yeah? Who might that be, cutie?” Emily says as her food is placed in front of her.

“That’s none of your concern.” I sass, there is no way I am telling her that. 

Being too focused on finishing my meal I miss the glance between Tara, Emily, and Luke. We all attempt to finish our meals and get a to go box for whatever we didn’t finish. The ride back was suffocating with tension you can cut through with a knife. With Emily glancing at me everytime we hit a red light, knuckles turning white as she grips the steering wheel. Luke and Tara had taken the car we came here in and Emily insisted I go with her. She said it’s a newbie's right, whatever that means. When we make it back to the office she looks at me with this longing.

“I know none of us finished our reports last night so when you finish them I want to see you in my office. Something came to my attention during this case that I want to go over with you..” I simply nod in agreement and got out of the car. Questions racing through my brain.

What if I fucked up the case some how? What if I did something wrong and I am getting fired? I hate when boss’s do this. Last time I got called into the boss’s office I got sent here. Theres no way I fucked up that bad.

I wander to my desk and type away on the computer, the one thing I’m not a huge fan of is these reports. They drag on and to remember every detail is difficult, especially when you're so exhausted. By the time I am done with these reports my fingertips feel like they are readyto fall off. This part of the case is tough. These kids were tortured for their whole life. Not to mention our team almost got blown up. I understand why she did what she did, I would’ve done the same thing to a place that hurt me so deeply.

I hit print on my report and make my way to the printer which happens to be in Penelope's office. They told me since I am new I need to wait for them to install a printer at my desk, they said it was on backorder. 

“Hey hot stuff, you okay?” A calm sweet voice asks.

“Yeah I’m okay, thank you Pen.” I say with a tired smile.

“I’m guessing these are yours.” She says handing me the reports. 

I nod and take the papers from her hands. 

“I’m serious Pen. Thank you for being my sunshine this week. I really needed it.” I say rubbing her shoulder. If it wasn’t for her I would’ve had a breakdown.

“It’s no problem hun, this case has been difficult for everyone. You did well considering this is your first week.” Penelope comforts me. A tired chuckle escapes my lips.

“Yeah, well it sure ran me into the ground.” I say walking out of her office and make my way to Emily’s.

I knock on her door and wait for a response.

“Come in.” A tired voice answers and when I step in she looks so tired. She looks up at me and I swear her eyes light up.

“Hi, please sit.” She motions to the seat across from her desk. I sit in the chair handing her the report.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask nervously.

“No, darling. You’ve just seemed a little nervous and I thought I could help with that.” her voice sultry.

She slowly pushes her chair back and walks around to the back of my chair, like a lioness hunting her prey. Her hands grip my shoulder, pressing her thumbs into my muscle massaging out the knots. A small hum escapes my lips. I can sense her bend down, breath close to my ear.

“Mmmm I love the noises you make.” She whispers.

“Come on baby, why don’t you go bend over my desk so I can admire you.” I nod my head quickly following her command. I let go of all anxiety and let her guide me with words.

“Before we start, let's discuss rules. If you are uncomfortable just let me know and we will stop, no questions asked. You can address me as ma’am or mommy. Whatever you are comfortable with sweet thing.” I nod along practically melting at the pet name. I stand in front of her chair facing her. She stalks around me once again. Putting her hand on my hips and pressing hers against mine. 

“Here is what’s gonna happen. I’m going to take these off.” She pulls at the waist band on my slacks.

“Then I’m going to bend you over my desk and fuck you till you forget your name. How does that sound?” Emily says, voice dripping with command. Her dominance taking over my being and I submit to her.

“That's it angel, I got you.” She hums, unbuttoning my slacks, pulling them down along with my panties. Leaving me in my black stilettos. She looks me in my eyes with so much love and desire. Like not only was she ready to ravage my soul but let me become her world. Like I am the only woman she’s ever wanted to be with. 

Her lips meet mine. She kisses with the same desire that I saw in her eyes. She kissed me like she’d never get the chance again. She pulled away, letting her hand turn me around and bend me over the desk. Her hands rubbing up and down my hips.

Her hands caress my inner thigh, slowly spreading them. When my full weight is on the table in front of me and legs are spread so much they are shaking, her fingers run through my slit. I can feel my wetness cover her soft fingertips.

“I’ve been dreaming about this.” She confesses, circling my clit. A moan is pulled from my lips and I try to move further into her hand, searching for more friction. 

“Patience, sweet thing.” She hums unbuttoning her pants running the strap through my folds.

“This okay baby?” She asks and I nod quickly.

“Please.” I whimper.

She slips her strap into me letting out a groan. Her hips move against mine, starting with slow rhythmic motions.

“You're just my little cum slut, huh baby? Letting me breed this pretty pussy.” Emily whispers in my ear. My breath hitches as her strap pumps into me.

“Yes ma’am. I belong to you.” I say breathlessly. 

Her thrusts start to become relentless, she pounds into me. Everytime our hips meet a moan escapes my lips. Her hand rubs up my back till she secures it around my throat applying pressure. My head goes fuzzy as her other hand wraps around my body to rub my clit.

“Yes, fuck. Right there ma’am.” I moan leaning into her touch. 

Everything feels so good I can feel the coil winding up.

“Awe is my pretty girl gonna cum for mommy?” She teases.

“Yes, please mommy? Can I cum? Please mommy I’ll be good, I promise.” I beg.

Her hand tightens around my throat as she pounds into me harder. Her skilled fingers rubbing tighter circles around my clit.

“Cum for me baby.” She grunts moving her hand over my mouth as I practically scream her name. Her thrusts become softer as she helps me ride out my high.

“That's it baby. Deep breaths.” She says pulling out of me.

Her hands move to my hair, gently moving it behind my ear and kissing my shoulder.

“You did so good for me baby.” Emily comforts me. I turn around, taking the strap off of her and hugging her tightly.

“It’s okay baby, I got you. I’m not going anywhere.” Her arms tighten around my body, kissing my forehead.

“I got you, I’m not going anywhere.” She repeats.

[unkn0wnnerd]

*Someone messes with Spencer*

Emily: I know 65 ways to kill someone and I can make 60 of them look like an accident.