#emily prentiss kinktober

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𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙁𝙄𝙑𝙀: Collaring w/ Emily Prentiss

a/n: okay so with this one, it isn't very smutty, more of like a study on the dom/sub dynamic as a whole, but of course, what would kinktober be without a little spice?

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It’s so subtle that if anyone didn’t have any knowledge of BDSM, they would’ve missed it.

The collar that Emily had given you was a simple heart, the metal your favorite. The only thing that sets it aside from other necklaces is the fact that, instead of a clasp, it’s a lock that only comes off if the other person has a key.

You like the way it sits on your chest, right between your collarbones, close enough to your heart, because Emily owns it. She owns you. You’re hers as much as she’s yours.

It’s a not-so-gentle reminder of her authority and control over you, that one wrong move and she’d have you bent over her lap and spanked, or maybe tied up and edged with a vibrator before not letting you cum for a few days (or weeks).

Sometimes the metal itself helps to ground you, the added weight of it keeps you level headed, and your hand more often than not flocks there to fiddle with it, to scratch at it, just to remind you that you’re there and you have someone in your corner.

Other times, it gets you to behave. Like now.

You’d been acting out all day in tiny ways, snapping a bit at your coworkers, or not listening as well as you should, and it’s quite frankly pissing her off.

The moment she sees you, you know you’re done for. She has that look in her eye – the ‘Dom Look’ – as you like to call it; her irises are dark, her lids hooded just so that she could pin you with her gaze alone, but usually a raised brow joins in on its appearance.

You prance up to her, holding back a shiver as she takes your hand wordlessly and takes you into an empty conference room where she shoves you against the door, two fingers slipping under the chain of your collar and tugging.

“The fuck are you doing?” Her words are mean and harsh and you tremble. Your arms fall obediently next to you, because you’re not sure what would happen if you’d try and touch her.

“Nothing.” You breathe out shakily. It’s not the truth nor is it a lie. You just felt bratty. A part of you wanted to cause a bit of chaos. 

“You know how I feel about lying. Are you trying to get punished, huh?” There’s another tug at the chain and you stumble. “Jus’ felt a bit bratty, ‘s all.” You’re slipping like sand between your fingers, assuming your role because she commands it so.

“Why? Do I not take care of you?” You open your mouth but she stops you. “No. I know what it is. You’re too fucking spoiled. You always get away with shit because I let you, but I will not –” She takes a deep breath and corners you, shoving you against the wood of the door.

“Do you hear me? I will not let you walk all over me, ‘cause that’s my job, yeah?”

Your eyelashes flutter at how close her face is to yours, her heavy pants of air caress the spit-soaked surface of your lips.

“Yes, ma’am.” You squeak out. “Good.” She leans down to place a harsh, heated kiss on your lips before parting from you, the two fingers anchoring you to her slipping from beneath the jewelery.

“Now, you get out there, and be a good girl, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Perfect.”

Of course, she doesn’t let you leave without a quick swat to your pencil skirt covered ass. It stings all the way to your desk, and you sit down more pleased and less wired than you were before.

The dull ache of redness no doubt welting on your skin is evidence of that.

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[multifandomme]

Sin To Win

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Female Reader

Summary: You are a budding FBI agent, Emily is a professional dominatrix twice your age. The stakes are high.

Genre: Smut, (legal age difference, mommy kink, dom/sub dynamics, coercion, teasing in public, bondage, smoking, spanking, fingering, face sitting, pet names, praise kink, mentions of guns, orgasm control, mild degradation, masturbation), not suitable for minors.

Word Count: 3.3k.

This piece is for day 9 of kinktober under the 'age difference' prompt.

A/N: Assume that safe words, negotiation and boundaries have been discussed in the transition between the two separated scenes.

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The bar had closed, its last patrons scrambling onto the street, pale moonlight peering out from a starless sky. It had been eerily quiet for a Saturday, the occasional rumble of a vehicle, the distant wail of a siren. You had nowhere to be, no sense of urgency, a cigarette pressed to your lips, affording yourself a moment more to relish in the solitude. And then, the distinct sound of a thumb against the spark wheel of a lighter, a stifled curse not too far behind it.

“For fuck’s sake,” the voice flared and before you had the chance to establish its owner, the clicking of heels approached, her face surfacing amongst the fizzling smoke. “You got a light?”

Wordlessly, you buried your hand into your pocket and offered it out, your gaze raking over her with overt fascination. She was older, alluringly so, her form shrouded in a full-length fur coat with a trace of black leather peeping from behind an open top button. And beneath the moonlight her silver strands dazzled like they were born from it. 

“Hey, you!”

The disembodied exclamation perforated the silence, a hulking male figure stomping into view, an accusatory finger extended outwards, face disgruntled in anger, though you soon realised that it was not directed at you. The nameless woman widened the distance between you, controlled as she raced to halt him in his tracks, almost as if it was a measure to protect you.

“You never called me back, Emily,” he shot, furiously, his movement thwarted by the emergence of her hand pushed to his chest, though it did not deter him as he thrashed against her resistance. “Too busy with all those other johns, huh? Is that what it is?”

Instinctively, your hand slid to make contact with your gun, still holstered, merely waiting in case of an escalation. Emily appeared to be unperturbed, a stirring feeling that this was not her first dealing with this man and likely not the last. 

“Go home, Brian,” she demanded, her voice low, unyielding. “You’re wasted, I can smell it on you.”

“But-“

“You know the rules,” she stated, flatly, his bubbling anger gradually ebbing out until it transformed into something else, his head drooping in defeat, in shame. “Go, now.”

Reluctantly, Brian shook off his bruised ego and trudged away with a huff and your grip on your gun released itself, relieved. With no apparent reason to linger, you had expected Emily to vanish into the night, but she surprised you, her audible footfalls returning.

“These streets aren’t safe for a pretty, young girl like you,” she uttered, smoke trailing from her lips. “You should get out of here.”

A wry chuckle rumbled from you as you flicked the stump of your cigarette to the ground, amused by how misguided her assumptions of you had been. Though, the fact that she had cared enough to caution you did not go unnoticed. 

“I can hold my own,” you assured, a simper blossoming. “And when I can’t, I always have back up.”

Emily’s confusion cleared the second you flashed her a glimpse of the gun at your hip, her expression visibly cloaking itself with something you could not yet fathom.

“You’re a cop?” She ascertained, a certain guardedness finding home in her voice, thrust into a state of unease at the prospect. 

“FBI,” you corrected, coolly and Emily released a short burst of musing laughter. 

“With a sweet little face like that,” she began, biting back a smirk as she stepped forward, her body heat permeating the minimal chasm that remained between you. “I bet they put the cuffs on themselves, don’t they?”

The weight of her compliment embedded itself in the pit of your stomach, a pang of excitement reverberating until a familiar heat burned deeply into your face. You had hoped that your flustered condition had been masked enough to ignore, though when Emily’s smirk escaped to possess her entirely, you knew that you had been made. Her head tilted slightly as she admired the handiwork that had subsequently painted your cheeks in a glaring pink hue. 

“It’s never that easy,” you redirected, quickly, clearing your throat as subtly as you could manage as not to draw further attention. 

Nimble fingers sneaked below the leather you had caught sight of earlier, a small business card procured and outstretched in your direction. 

“Interested?” She winked, suggestively, parting the fur of her jacket slightly to offer a glimpse of the temptation that lay beneath. 

The writing on the card had not yet occurred to you, forsaken to be unread as your eyes fixated solely on the racy black bodysuit that enshrouded her silhouette. Curiosity tugged without relent, your roaming gaze intent on exploring more of her, diving lower until she stymied your efforts and resealed her jacket once more. She knew what she was doing, knew that it would not be long until the faux composure was left in shreds and replaced with a lust bound to be actioned. 

Logic eluded you, the image of her cleavage cemented in your brain until it was the only thought you could seem to land upon. Emily had infected you so effortlessly and you did not have the wherewithal to refute her, to complain, nor protest. Your eyes scanned the card, adrenaline ricocheting. 

“Professional dominatrix services?” You questioned, nervously, rendered bashful in light of the new revelation.

“It’s all above board,” she reassured, adamantly, her thumb smoothing across your wrist and quickly willing away any looming qualms. “I’ll even scrub the fee for your troubles, Agent,” she purred, her lips inching closer until they ghosted the shell of your ear and elicited a shiver. “This one is all for me, sweet girl, I need to have you.”

The ability to function, to speak was instantly stolen, the dizzying feeling of soft kisses against your neck awakening your craving, an icy palm pressed to your cheek for leverage. A pitiful whimper escaped you, craning to permit further access, to will her touch more forcibly against you. Emily hummed, the vibration spreading until it settled between your thighs. 

“What will you do to me?” You mouthed, and if it weren’t for the suffocating proximities, you were certain that the faint volume that exuded from you would be left unheard. 

A sinister chuckle emanated, her mouth resuming its unruly assault upon your skin, her teeth occasionally pricking at its surface. 

“First, I’ll tie you to the bed,” she revealed, her voice sultry, unwavering, “make sure you can’t escape while I take my precious time with you.”

“Fuck.”

“Maybe I’ll spank you until you’re red,” she mused, her tongue flickering to smooth over the bite marks she had etched. “Until you’re soaking and pathetic, begging for my touch.”

Emily retracted to examine your reaction, enthused to find your self-control tearing at the seams. Her dark irises were hypnotic, her touch addictive as you reached out in search of her and she did not disappoint. She forced you against her, a wandering hand caressing your pussy with the slightest of pressures. It was nowhere near enough to placate you, her sadistic intention blatant as she simpered proudly in response to the tortured sounds that spilled into the night. 

“Then… then, what?”

She paused her motion, feigning contemplation until her thumb rubbed at your clit with intent, the pace gaining further traction, your arms knotted around her neck to prevent yourself from toppling over. And, suddenly her free hand was groping at your breast, the occasional tweaking of your nipples between her fingers propelling you towards the crest of something more. 

“Then I’ll play with that desperate little pussy of yours,” she divulged, her eyes alight. “If you’re a good girl for me, maybe I’ll even let you cum, hm?”

The perpetual torment of her words did no favours in staving off your lurking orgasm as you writhed to break free of her to no avail. Instead, she held you steady, deliberately, her fingers teasing your clit with no sign of letting up. 

“You’re close, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Emily guessed, knowingly as you peered at her helplessly through half-lidded eyes. 

You nodded, ardently, knuckles paling as you anchored yourself in place with an unrelenting grip upon her shoulders. 

“You’d better not cum, pretty girl,” she insisted, forcefully, this newfound tone kindling fear within you. “Good girls don’t cum without permission.”

The threat hung in the silence, ragged breaths and hums of amusement falling into the air as you wrangled to maintain your obedience. Emily’s expert manoeuvres did not cease, no, they merely surged, resolute in their endeavour to debase you. 

“Please, Mommy.”

In a nanosecond, her touch was withdrawn, your body trembling in the wake of her action and screaming out for her immediate return. Emily pursed her lips as a means of camouflaging the widened beam that had begun to upturn her mouth. The shame of your pliability was quick to encompass you, averting your gaze until she nudged a finger below your chin and forced you into relinquishing to her unspoken demand.

“Mommy?” She echoed, an eyebrow quirked, though she appeared to be impressed, an air of intrigue cascading. “So, that’s what you like, sweetheart?” She smirked, thoroughly amused by the humiliation that visibly flooded you. “I guess I can work with that.”

The tension that lingered was so palpable that it was overwhelming, cursed by the way this woman had such a miraculous affect upon you. It was too late to rescind your interest, too late to rid your mind and body of the sensations she had inflicted. 

“So, what will it be?” She asked, curiously, her tongue poking out from the corner of her mouth. “You want to play with Mommy?”

“Yes,” you acceded, breathily, entranced by her. “Please.”

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And, Emily had not lied when she had laid out her plan of action, if anything, she had played it out in exact chronology thus far. The instant you had stepped over the threshold of her apartment, you were stripped bare, your ankles and wrists bound by cuffs that, at first glance, were tucked inconspicuously below the mattress. And, truthfully, you could not deny the enjoyment that filled you knowing that you were at her mercy, entirely, wholly. 

Emily shedded her fur coat, the true extent of her magnificence revealed as you gawked in silence. An innate urge to fight against the restraints and fall to your knees before her racked over your consciousness, hindered by the lack of give the metal established. She chortled in response to your struggle, though your eyes remained transfixed by the lace trimmed stockings that clung around her thighs. 

Saliva flooded in abundance, so enamoured by her sensuality that it began to spill out from you until you were noticeably drooling. The bed shifted below you, Emily’s form pinning you in position as she straddled you, her body scorching as it melted into your own. 

“Aww,” she cooed, mockingly, lurching forward until her face hovered above yours, your jaw firmly betwixt her hand. “Such a cute little thing drooling for Mommy. Too bad you can’t touch me, hm?”

Daringly, you launched upwards in a tenacious attempt to capture her lips, though Emily impeded your advance with a forceful shove, bouncing back against the mattress, empty-handed. 

“Naughty girl,” she chastised, disapprovingly, shaking her head slowly in reiteration. “Mommy will have to punish you for that, sweetheart, you know that, don’t you?”

You could not have cared less, your brain racing with thoughts so impure that you were willing to do anything for her, to feel anything, face any consequence that she deemed fit as long as it was done at her hands. 

“Yes, Mommy,” you responded, mindlessly, your vision glazed over in the purest kind of desire, your periphery illuminated by the silver-grey of her hair. 

“Oh, I know exactly how to punish you, pretty girl,” Emily ribbed, tauntingly, suddenly withdrawing from you, the black bodysuit promptly peeled from her frame until she mirrored your nakedness, a smirk materialising. “And I don’t want to hear a word from you.”

A foreboding feeling enveloped, a muffled whine fleeing from your pursed lips. Emily’s glare was unforgiving, her hand settling between her legs as she displayed her wetness to you and you could tell that she was wholly enthralled by the torture she was about to subject you to. 

As hard as you tried, you could not draw your eyes away from her exposed flesh, her motions painstaking, hypnotising as she stroked her clit with two fingers. 

“Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart,” she urged, softly, through the flickers of pleasure that claimed her were barely concealed in her voice. “You’re going to be a good girl and watch while Mommy gets off.”

Emily’s mouth fell agape, composed breaths slipping in and out, her eyes darkening with every dancing movement her fingertips delivered. The scene before you only maddened you further, writhing against the restraints like a woman possessed, no heed paid to the consequences that you were sure to find thereafter. 

“Oh, pretty girl,” she crooned, an eyebrow raised in objection, a pang of fear striking. “You just can’t seem to behave, can you?”

Her efforts suddenly grew in zeal, in intent, the pace increasing as she circled and stroked and pinched at her clit. Through long, black eyelashes she held your gaze, her lip pinned between her teeth as she fought valiantly to repress the moans that so desperately wanted to exude. And then, she jumped from her position, crawling until she had planted herself on your chest, her soaking pussy in reach of your mouth. 

“Since you’re not allowed to talk,” she began, a smirk fused to her lips. “It’s only fair that Mommy makes use of that mouth, hm?”

Emily sank down upon your face, an all-encompassing tremble taking her under as she felt your tongue sliding against her clit. The irony existed in the way her punishment was everything you had ever desired, determined to explore every available inch of her, have her taste infiltrating your mouth until you were intoxicated by it.

And, it didn’t take long at all. Her hips rutted firmly, each manoeuvre depleting your oxygen as her pussy suffocated you, your lips sucking with unrivalled fervour until she let out a sound that could not be hidden, nor denied. 

Her palms clasped over your cheeks as you drank in the beautiful sight of her breasts from below, jolting with every bolt of pleasure that struck with intensity. And then she shook, violently atop you before falling away and leaving you empty. 

“Such a good girl for Mommy,” she praised, breathlessly, the craving that lurked in her irises now dissipating, safely quelled by your action. “I think it’s time I had a little fun of my own, sweetheart."

The sound of jingling metal edged into existence and you soon realised that Emily was freeing you of your bindings, the cuffs slackening until each limb had regained function. 

“On your stomach for me, pretty girl,” Emily growled, resolute in her demand. “Don’t make me wait.”

Gentle hands smoothed the skin of your spine, the swell of your ass, each touch inciting the emergence of fire, a shiver clawing its way over your entirety. It was evident that she had something planned, something imminent, unable to submit to the false sense of security that you were certain she was trying to instil.

Curiosity festered until you could not endure the suspense any longer, your head craning enough to catch a fleeting glimpse of something black that was held tightly inside of her enclosed fist. Guessing was futile, a sturdy hand placed upon the back of your neck and forcing you flat against the mattress, your faculties thwarted, the silence deafening. 

The unidentified object soon burst into clarity, a brutal blow to your ass draining the air from your lungs as you wrangled for breath. It was useless, the sizzling sensation ebbing out into a deepened pleasure, your pussy twitching in response. Emily did not offer the chance of composure, nor a flitting epoch of tranquility, another callous strike joining the one that went before it. 

“Fuck, Mommy,” you squealed, helplessly, a callous chuckle emitting from behind you and you could only imagine the expression that Emily was sporting. “More-“

“Dirty girl likes the paddle, hm?” Emily mused, slapping it down ruthlessly against the back of your thigh, humming in excitement as you startled. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

With fistfuls of bedclothes scrunched into your hands, you braced for the next reckless assault and Emily did not disappoint. The paddle seared into you with an audible crack, its sound echoing like the pain that incurred as a result, walking the line between pain and pleasure until everything seemed to blur. 

A probing finger slipped inside of you from behind, a sigh of disappointment springing from her lips as you angled to will in more of her to no avail.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” she ruled with a tut, another strike to your ass punctuating her decision. “Mommy’s gonna make you red first.”

The methodic pulsation that possessed you only intensified until it was perpetual, aching, her denial of you thrusting you to the limits of self-control. You could have bucked against the mattress, took whatever pitiful pleasure it would have offered but nothing compared to the idea of having her hands on you. 

Her laughter reigned on through the beatings, your skin aflame, destined to leave markings behind and you would welcome it. Anything to remember the libidinous torture that she had induced, branding you with her touch. 

“Please, Mommy,” you sobbed out, the stinging pain overbearing now, the need to be subdued of this neediness filling your mind without respite. “Please, please.”

“So pretty when you beg, sweetheart,” she extolled, the sudden emergence of hands across your ass calming you in an instant. “So red for Mommy.”

“I need you, Mommy,” you rasped, your body weakened significantly as you tried and failed to sneak from her grasp, to claw away from her unyielding force. “Please.”

Dexterous fingers sought refuge against your pussy once more, her motive instantaneously revealed as she buried her digits to the hilt and pumped avidly. For a moment, you were grateful for the alleviation, the ache finally subsiding, though the pace that Emily had set was nothing short of merciless. 

Your hands slammed against the mattress as she drove into you, rapid, unabashed, your wetness spilling out and flecking the skin of your thighs in the wake of her. 

“Cum for Mommy, sweetheart,” she riled with enthusiasm. “Cum on Mommy’s fingers like a good little slut.”

It was as if your body was hers to control, autonomy stripped from you as you felt yourself toppling over the precipice, all semblance of strength relinquished as she rocked you into oblivion. 

“Mommy!”

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Blaring rays of light pierced you awake, a nauseating feeling creeping in to take ahold when you realised where you were, what you had done. The woman had done a number on you, so much that you must have fell into slumber the moment your body had succumbed to her. Emily was nowhere to be found, your eyes scanning the room for any sign that she had existed at all. And for a second, you had wondered whether you had hallucinated the entire ordeal. 

You clambered out of the bed in haste, quick to gather your clothes that she had rid you of last night. And on the top of your perfectly folded garments, a note.

“See you soon,” you read aloud, shaking off the unsettling feeling as you pulled your shirt on over your head.

And, as you unravelled your jeans in preparation to make a rapid exit, an FBI badge flung to the floor, a sound you had never made prior suddenly echoing out into the room. Soft footfalls approached, Emily peering over the threshold with a widened grin, slowly closing the distance between you. Her hand stretched out.

“Emily Prentiss,” she introduced, proudly, observing as your face fell flat. “FBI.”

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[marasmadness]

Normal Thing || Emily Prentiss x Actress!Reader || Kinktober Fic 1

CW: Jealousy, secret relationship, drinking & smoking, high sex, oral sex (Em receiving), scratching, hair pulling.

Based on Requests (3) : “ I’ve never been forbidden before” line, Emily smoking/ sharing a blunt :)

Emily reached for the nearly empty wine glass beside her spot on the couch. The screen in front of her flashed to rolling credits and took away the glowing pictures that had dimly lit up her dim apartment. She was left in a dark, quiet apartment as she watched your name scroll by in white block letters.

Downing the last of her glass, she threw her head back against the pillow, trying to gain some relief from the pressure of jealousy pressing painfully against her head. Thoughts swarmed through her head as if she had hit replay on the movie in her head. Images of some man, a conventionally attractive one, even Emily could admit. More alarmingly, the thought of his lips on your neck, her girlfriend’s neck.

She knew it was happening. You had told her clearly and outright as soon as you found out your latest movie would have a love interest and that the romance was a key plot of the movie. She knew that the actions were scripted out, boring words neatly printed on white paper. And she knew that the actions were much more mechanical than sensual, despite how they appeared on a screen. None of this did anything to ease the angry heat that flooded Emily’s body as she watched the movie, miles away from where you were attending the premiere.You had gotten her special permission for your girlfriend to watch from home rather than attend with you because the two of you were a long-term secret to everyone except a select few. Emily had very few successful relationships before you; she wasn’t going to shove all her commitment issues under a spotlight too.

Emily knew you had followed through with your plan to leave as soon as the event was over when she picked up her phone to text from JJ. Just drove by your street to a crazy amount of paparazzi. What’s going on? I'm nosy.

Emily played dumb. I'm not sure, probably just someone high-profile passing through; we do live in D.C.

Sure enough, no more than seven minutes later, Emily heard your key turn in the lock as you slipped into the stark quietness of the apartment. Emily took in your appearance as you turned the corner, glowing in a silky dress, heels in your hand, and slightly out of breath from taking a long loop around the apartment complex to ditch the cameras before you entered. Emily’s envy cooled slightly, staring at your flushed face and bright smile as you approached her. Tossing your shoes on the floor, you draped yourself over your girlfriend, leaving a smear of lipstick on her neck as you pressed your mouth to her pale skin. “Hi love, what’d you think?” You murmured softly against her ear, grinning as a wisp of her hair tickled your nose.

You shrieked as she suddenly pulled you flush against her, her hands grabbing at the flesh of your ass of the thin silk of your dress. Flailing your arms out in front of you, you caught yourself with your hands planted into the cushions of the couch, just above Emily’s shoulders. She remained silent, eyes glued to you as she framed your chin with her hand, running the pad of her thumb across your bottom lip. “You didn’t answer my question,” you said softly with a tilt of your head. “Did you even watch it?”

“Of course I watched it,” she replied defensively. Occupied with running her hand across your collarbone until the spaghetti strap slipped off your shoulder, revealing the curves of your breasts.

“Then why aren’t you saying anything? You didn’t like it?” You pouted slightly. She was always honest about everything with you, mostly. If she couldn’t say it to you, it must be horrendous.

“No, of course not.” She grabbed the back of your thighs, dropping you onto your back on the couch. “You were excellent, stunning. I just didn’t like that man’s hands all over my girlfriend,” she groaned, a low husk present in her voice. Her lips twitched into a brief grin as she flipped your dress up to your waist, grabbing your ankles as she pressed her lips to the soft flesh of your stomach. Your hand spasmed out beside you, sending something clattering to the ground. You shot up at the noise, peering over the edge of the couch. “What was that?”

“Probably nothing, anyway.” Emily reached her hand back out toward you, but her rushed dismissal already had you curious.

You swept your hand along the ground until it brushed against an object small enough to hold in your palm. Bringing it closer, your eyes recognized the cherry-red outline of a lighter. You slowly swiveled your head toward your girlfriend, close enough to see her eyes dart back and forth in the dark. “I thought you quit.”

Emily leaned back against the pillow, spreading out across from you. “No,’ she drawled. “I retired, meaning I can always return to smoking an occasional blunt if I so choose to.”

“Mhm, is that right?

“ Oh, come on, I can hear it in your tone. I work in the FBI; I see, hear, and work with the whole “Danger of Drugs” presentations and cases all the time. I’m not stupid with it; one blunt is not going to kill me."

“Good for you, my turn. I work in the film industry and also see it all the time, except I’m the one being offered said drugs at least once a job.”

“Stopping you right there, that’s different. You’re being offered lines of coke with unknown origins. This is just-”

That's not the point. I’m talking about the concept of the point.” You spoke with your hands, flinging your hand out toward her for cutting you off the first time.

She grinned, catching your wrists. “What are you forbidding me?” She purred, slipping her hands underneath the slit of your dress, gripping your hips tightly. “That’s adorable. I’ve never been forbidden before.” Emily leaned into you, smirking against your skin. “Maybe you need this more than me. Might loosen you up a little…” Her voice went singsongy as she pressed her pointer fingers and thumbs into the base of your neck, massaging in circles.

“I’m shooting a new project at 5 am tomorrow.”

“All the more reason to. You relax, you can fall asleep, and you go to work. “I’ll do it with you. For your benefit, of course,” she added with a sly grin.

“Fine, but when I'm done, you're done.”

“Deal.” She scrambled upright, plucking the lighter from your hand as she climbed on your lap until her legs were tucked around your waist. “Does this usually require you to be on top of me?”

“Um, who’s the expert here?” She replied with the same level of sarcasm in return. You laughed softly as she adjusted in between your legs to be able to reach over you to the end table. Taking the opportunity presented to you as she pressed her breasts flush against your body, your hands slipped under her pajama shirt, fingers running up the slope of her toned stomach. When she lowered herself back down onto your lap with a blunt and lighter in hand, she slipped the t-shirt over her head, tossing it somewhere beside you.

“Hold,” Emily commanded softly, placing the end of the blunt between your lips as she flicked the lighter. The glowing orange flame in the small space between you illuminated your faces in the dark. With carefully steady hands, Emily lowered the flame down toward your mouth, her face scrunched until she finally saw the blunt light up.

“Don’t suck in; you’ll have a coughing fit. Deep breath, then let it go.” She placed two fingers to your lips. A small tickle scratched the back of your throat, and Emily took the blunt from your lips to her own as you exhaled. Much more comfortable, Emily took a drag and added to the soft cloud of smoke between you. Passing it back and forth, you eventually ended up sprawled out between her legs, resting your head on your stomach as she laid against the arm of the couch.

Slithering over onto your stomach, you wrapped your arms underneath her legs, gently resting your chin on her lower stomach. Looking up at her through your lashes, Emily clocked the gleam in your eye immediately. She asked anyway. “What do you want?”

“Midnight snack?” You suggested with a tilt of your head, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“There’s stuff in the kit-’” She lost her speech as you toyed with the strings of her pajama pants.

“But you’re so much closer, you murmured, sliding her clothes down to her ankles.

“Fuck,” she managed to pant out as you pressed your lips to her folds. Her head snapped up, and glossy eyes now followed your movements lustfully. She tangled her hands in your hair, running her nails across your scalp before she tugged it up into a makeshift ponytail. Your lips parted with a sharp inhale as she tugged enough to make your neck tilt slightly back before guiding you back down between her legs, where arousal glistened from her slit. “Quit teasing.”

You obeyed, wrapping your lips around her clit. Emily dropped her head back, placing the momentarily forgotten blunt back in her mouth where she held it loosely between her lips. Flattening your tongue against her cunt, the brunette's hips jolted, grinding down onto your mouth. With her gasp of pleasure came a cloud of warm smoke that lingered over your head.

Her eyes devoured you hungrily, tracing down the arch of your back and curve of your ass as you ate her out. Watching Emily’s fingertips dig into the cushion, you knew she was close. Swirling your tongue in circles around her clit you felt her shudder against you, shaky breaths bursting into gasps and strings of curses. Her thighs quivered, pressing against your ears as she came so that you could feel the warm, excited rushing sounds of your own body. Collecting her juices on your tongue, you came up from between her legs with glistening lips pursed in a satisfied smile.

Sliding up on top of her, she grabbed your chin, pulling your mouth down to her own. As she engaged you in a furiously messy kiss, she dragged her nails down your exposed back before grasping at the flesh of your ass.

Both of your bodies jumped up slightly in sync with each other as a sharp knock interrupted your hazy post-sex makeout session. Emily scrambled up as you did, hastily gesturing for you to sit back down.

"Emily, you're naked. You can’t answer the door.” You pulled the straps of your dress back up, running your hands quickly through your hair. Emily looked around anxiously, biting her lip as you headed for the door. “Shit wait, love.”

Too late. You opened the door to an immediately started blonde, mouth frozen open just as she was about to speak. She looked from you to the address numbers nailed into the door, even though she had been to Emily’s place for plenty of dinner parties and girl nights. The route was engraved into her memory at this point. Then her eyes swept back to you, and her face went slack with recognition and shock as she processed your frazzled state and who’s apartment entryway you were standing in.

She stuttered, peaking around the door as if any moment Emily was going to come around the corner and yell surprise or JJ was going to wake up from her own dream. Emily did in fact come around the corner, but wrapped in a sheet with smudged eyeliner as she heard her friends stutter, “Oh my god.”

Letting herself in, she closed the door behind her, dragging Emily by the arm. “Emily Elizabeth Prentiss, are you sleeping with a movie star?” She whisper-yelled

She turned to you as if their conversation wasn’t happening three feet away. “I don’t mean that in a bad way. I mean, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

“JJ” Emily cut her off, covering her eyes by resting her head in the palm of her hand. She struggled to come up with a coherent response, eventually looking up, looking slightly lost as her gaze went back and forth between the two of you.

JJ squinted, scrutinizing your faces in the dim light. “Wait, are you both high? Emily groaned as you giggled, horribly attempting to cover the laugh with your hand over your mouth.

“Okay, why don’t you sit down JJ, and let me go get dressed. Why are you here?”

“I’ve been trying to call you for the last hour. We have a new case. We’re supposed to take off in an hour.” She walked backwards as she talked, still distracted by the situation at hand.

The back of her knees hit the corner of the couch, and she turned forward, facing just as Emily pivoted around on her heel with a hurried shout. “Wait, not there!”

JJ’s eyebrows furrowed at the suddenly urgent command before her face went slack with realization. “Oh my god, Emily.”

[stayevildarling]

Emily Prentiss x Reader- Full of surprises

A/N: based on this request- enjoy

tags/tw: female reader, g!p emily prentiss, breeding kink, corruption kink, praise kink

word count: 3.1k

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The BAU office was unusually silent at this time of the night, the only sounds to be heard, the soft sound of rain as it drizzles against the windows as well as the occasional phone call or the sound of the printer coming from afar. You find yourself sitting in the meeting room, the lights dim and scattered files everywhere. The rest of the team had long gone home but something about the current case didn‘t sit right with you, causing you to read through files for hours and doing your research. You sit across Emily Prentiss, who refused to go home, having the same lingering feeling about the case, or at least you had thought so.

The two of you had always had an undeniable tension between each other, barely enough for others to notice as professionalism was important to the two of you, caring about your careers. But you cared about each other more, lingering glances, the occasional hand on each other‘s shoulder or thigh to comfort the other and the unconditional having each other‘s back, no matter what that meant out there while fighting crimes and unsubs. As you continue burrying yourself in your work, you catch her gaze on you, her dark eyes following your every move and causing your pulse to quicken. There had always been something about the woman with dark hair that made your pulse quicken, especially when those brown eyes looked at you the way she was now. The way she carried herself, her confidence had always made you a little weak, your stomach fluttering when you know it shouldn‘t be.

Despite trying your best to focus on the files, wanting so desperately to find whatever was causing you to stay in the office past 2 am, you can‘t focus with her eyes on you like that, causing you to sigh, ever so quietly. As you glance up again, your heart stops in your chest as you watch her looking at you intently, a small playful smile tugged on her lips. It had taken Emily a long time to figure out why you had been behaving so strange lately, possibly a little push from Garcia leading her in the right direction but after tonight she had no doubts. The case was exhausting yes but when she saw you chasing one of the subjects who had been disrespectful towards the woman moments before, watching how you held him against a wall before arresting him, making him apologize to Emily and your fist possibly having landed on him moments before, she finally understood and there was no holding back her own feelings and desires anymore.

„You‘re awfully quiet tonight“ she teases as she leans back in her chair. „Just tired I guess“ you force a smile, though your heart races under her intense gaze. „Or maybe you are just distracted hm?“ she wonders, her tone suggestive as she moves even closer to you. „Maybe“ you mumble „It‘s been a long week“ you sigh, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks due to her intense gaze.

Emily tilts her head, her expression softening before her voice adjusts a little „I know what you mean“ she reassures. „But sometimes it helps to take a break, you know“ she explains, pausing as she lets her eyes wander to you again, the tension slowly thickening even further. „Tell me Y/N, what do you do to unwind?“ she asks, her voice curious but filled with something else that you can‘t quite place yet. „I don‘t know, I guess I binge watch shows or read“ you mumble as you shift uncomfortably in your seat.

Her lips curl into a smile as she listens to you talk before she speaks again „Reading can be nice“ she acknowledges. „But I think you need something a little more exciting to take your mind off things“ she teases, causing your eyebrows to furrow at the hint of mischief in her tone and you find yourself captivated yet again by her confidence. „Exciting how?“ you ask, unable to resist the temptation to ignore this and focus on your work ahead. Before the woman replies, she stands from her chair, circling the table before she halts behind you, her hands reaching your shoulders and simply staying there.

Your breath catches in your throat at the sudden contact and you begin trembling ever so slightly which doesn‘t go unnoticed by the woman. „You would be surprised what you enjoy Y/N.. if you simply stepped out of your comfort zone“ she whispers, her fingers beginning to softly massage your shoulders, slowly ridding the tension and causing you to close your eyes. „Sometimes it‘s nice to explore things with someone you trust“ she acknowledges before she leans in a little closer to your ear. „Do you trust me, darling?“ she whispers causing you to moan the word out „Yes“ quicker than you can think or compose yourself. She smirks, her hands still massaging your shoulders, knowing she has got you right where she wants you.

You feel your nerves as your heartbeat quickens, her hands on your shoulders causing a heat to spread through your entire body, so tense that you are sure you had never felt something like this before. „Like what?“ you dare to whisper, your eyes still closed and slowly letting Emily put you under her spell. Her hands leave your shoulders and you almost whimper at the loss of contact before her head travels much closer to your ear, her hands rubbing softly against your arms as she whispers „Well let‘s just say, I have a few ideas“. Her lips are so close to your neck that you feel yourself jolting in your chair, the heat already travelling to your core.

„Emily“ you whisper, forcing yourself to attempt to turn around but she keeps your chair in place. The whisper was both a desperate longing and you could both feel it but also the quiet plea that this was wrong, that you both know you couldn‘t do this. But Emily didn‘t care anymore, she wanted you and she couldn‘t hide it for a second longer. „Just let it happen, I promise you will enjoy it“ she reassures, her voice softer. You remain silent, unsure where exactly this was headed and if this was just another one of your daydreams about the woman. „Let me show you something“ she suggests and before you know it, her touch leaves you as she walks towards the door, closing it gently as well as the blinds, giving you both complete privacy.

Your head turns faster than you can think and you watch as Emily leans against the door, looking at you with an expression of sheer hunger. Her fingers curl in your direction, ordering you to come to her and you obey immediately, feeling yourself so drawn to the woman that she seems to have a pull on you. Your heart races as you stand inches apart and before you know it, she captures your lips in a kiss that was both tender and electrifying. You melt into her touch, closing the last distance between you as you move your lips along to her touch. When she pulls away, you are left breathless, confused and craving more.

„What was that?“ you ask out of breath, your stubborn profiler side still fighting with your desires. „A taste of what you can have, but trust me, it can get much better darling“ she whispers, her eyes sparkling with mischief and hunger. Emily was like a drug, the kiss from moments before so addictive that you feel yourself craving for more. Without thinking you press your lips against her again, wanting more, wanting what she is offering you. Emily takes your hand, guiding you to the small sofa in the corner of the room, before she makes you sit, sitting down beside you. „Let‘s take our time, I want to make you feel good“ she whispers before she leans in again, capturing your lips in kisses that have your whole body on fire, your tongues fighting and dancing against each other.

She begins exploring you, her hands roaming your body, her lips marking your neck and claiming you as hers. „Just relax kitten“ she whispers, her hands caressing your side, as she feels how both nervous and out of breath you are. Every kiss, every touch ignites a fire within you that started long ago, when you first began looking at Emily as more than your partner at work, when the first daydreams and dreams at night began to happen. „Emily“ you breathe, already a mess at this point. She halts her movements for a moment as she notices this going further, exactly how she wanted.

„Can I show you something?“ she whispers, her voice sounding more serious than before. You nod nervously as you open your eyes and she softly lays you down, moving on top of you before she undoes her belt. „Give me your hand“ she softly orders and you comply as she takes your hand, guiding it into her trousers and what she had needed to tell you before this. You gasp when you feel the sensation, having expected a lot but not this. „Emily“ you whisper, your eyebrows wide in surprise. „You have..?“ you begin and she nods with a smirk upon seeing your reaction.

„A penis?“ she smirks causing your cheeks to burn a deep red shade. „Yeah, surprised?“ she asks and you simply nod before finding her eyes. „Are you comfortable with that?“ she asks and before you can even say anything, you automatically retract your hands, pulling her down and pressing her whole weight against you. „Emily, I want you“ you whisper as you press your lips against her yet again and then something shifts within both of you, the pure desire and bliss replaced with a hunger that turns you both into panting messes as you both begin undressing each other hastily. Emily stands as you practically rip her trousers and blazer off, leaving her in her underwear and the brunette helps you quickly discard of your clothes as you throw them to another corner.

Emily climbs back on top of you, beginning to explore every part of your naked body, caresssing your arms while her mouth explores your chest, your neck and eventually your hardened nipples. „God you‘re so beautiful“ she mumbles already high on having you like this, having you all for herself. When her lips wrap around your hardened buds you moan, not caring anymore and wanting to show her how good she is making you feel. Her body travels lower and lower on the sofa, eventually near where you needed her most as she carefully takes off your underwear, leaving you completely exposed to the older woman.

You are already glistening and the imagine makes her hard almost immediately. „What do you want kitten?“ she whispers softly as she watches you, your chest heaving. „I want you“ you whisper again „But you have me baby“ she reassures before you pull her up again, wanting to taste her lips again before you nestle yourself near her neck. „I want to feel you“ you pant, your hands beginning to fumble with her underwear and leaving her equally exposed, her hard shaft, pressing against your thigh. „Already?“ she asks in surprise, having assumed you wanted to take it slow. „Please Emily“ you urge her, wanting nothing more than for her to fill you up.

„Okay, okay“ she chuckles at your neediness, reaching down to her trousers to extract a condom but you stop her. „No“ you whisper, your eyes silently communicating and begging with her, yet again taking her by surprise. Something changes within her then, having underestimated you and making her even more eager. Without warning she slams her lips against you, adjusting herself on the sofa before spreading your legs with her hands. She positions herself just right, still on top of you, still kissing you before she enters you, gently first to give you time to adjust. But you both feel it then, how she fits into you so perfectly, how your walls soak her up and take her so well and so she quickly bottoms out, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

„God Emily“ you whisper, holding onto her back for stability as she still moves gently despite how deep she is inside you. „You‘re so perfect“ she smiles, her hands moving to your nipples again, cupping and playing with them, to get all those sweet little moans out of you. With each little move, she feels you growing more impatient, needing more as you wiggle a little to feel more. „Someone is impatient“ she chuckles causing you to pout a little. „Please“ you beg, causing her to smirk, her plan from the beginning having worked successfully. „Tell me kitten“ she encourages you „Tell me exactly what you need“ she urges and something within you changes then, no more holding back, all your thoughts turning to mush with having her on top of you and inside you like this.

„Fuck me Emily please, I need you so bad“ you whisper, causing her to smirk yet again before she whispers „Oh you have me baby“ without warning she begins slamming into you faster and so much harder, hitting all the right spots as your skin slaps against each other, your breaths mingling with her moans as the two of you are already so close. You completely surrender to her, the moans slipping out, your hands still holding onto her, letting her take complete control over you, trusting her with your life in this moment.

The brunette begins feeling her own arousal building up, feeling you so perfect, seeing you being so good for her underneath her, all your moans so perfectly, your hips moving along with hers, making her feel so good and the way your pussy is eating her cock so perfectly. „You feel so good“ she whispers, praises flowing freely from her lips. Your mouth hangs open, unable to form any coherent words at this point as the pleasure takes over. When your nails begin scratching her back, holding on for dear life, she knows she won‘t last long, beginning to slow her movements, wanting to edge you a little.

She pulls out completely, making you whimper at the loss before she pounds into you again, your juices beginning to flow down your pussy and onto her hard cock. Her lips travel to your neck, beginning to nibble at it, leaving little marks before her lips ghost over your ear. „So good for me“ she whispers, causing some tears to roll down your cheeks from the pure bliss and feeling your orgasm fast approaching. With each thrust she has you so close, yet pulling out again to draw out all those little noises and begs one by one. „Emily please“ you beg, causing her to have a hard time holding her own orgasm back. „Fuck.. please make me cum“ you beg and she gives in then, seeing how you are doing so well for her.

She begins pounding into you harder and faster, balancing on her knees as she now has better access to your body, her hands stabilising on your stomach to pound into you even harder than before, the new position making you lose control completely. Before too long your eyes snap open, meeting her brown ones, your mouth hanging open, wanting to say the words so badly but you can‘t and she nods, reassuring you it‘s okay. „Let go darling, I‘m gonna make you feel so good“ she promises and with another big thrust and you screaming her name, your orgasm washes over you, coating her in your warm juices as it leaks out of you without warning.

Emily is a moaning mess seeing you in such bliss and carefully she begins pulling out, needing her own relief so bad. The loss again makes you whimper, desite your chest heaving and barely able to breathe due to the intensity of your orgasm. „No no“ you plead, wanting more, wanting her inside you still. „I can‘t hold it“ she admits, her breaths coming in heavy and hard as her entire cock pulses and throbs, so full of cum for you. „It doesn‘t matter Em“ you reassure, your eyes again communicting with her own and taking her by surprise. She hesitates, unsure this wasn‘t too much for your first time but before she can even think further, you pull her down, pulling her right back inside you as your legs wrap around her hips, trapping her inside you.

„Oh god“ she cries out, knowing she couldn‘t hold this in for a second longer. „Please fill me up, I want your cum inside me“ you whisper and then she lets go, unable to hold back any longer. Emily begins trembling on top of you, before you feel her warm liquid coat your walls, causing another orgasm to ripple through you as the two of you cum with each other, your pussy soaking up all her juices as she lets go completely, filling you to the brim. It takes a while before you two manage to catch your breaths, the pure bliss taking over. She remains on top of you, inside you as you pull her closer and she wraps her arms around you, her head resting on your chest and listening to your still increased heartbeat.

„That was“ you begin, unable to finish your sentence, still feeling so high. „Amazing“ she finishes for you, her eyes meeting yours before kissing you again, this one much softer, much gentler as she pours all of her emotions into you. The two of you remain there for a long time, soaking in each other‘s warmth, the ocassionsl kiss or her caressing your cheeks, soft praises flowing from her mouth as you enjoy the aftermath of the bliss you experienced together before she eventually pulls out, gathering some wipes to clean you up. Her touches are soft, gentle and making you feel cared for. She hands you some water, wiping the sweat of your forehead as she takes care of you with gentle hands.

„You are full of surprises Y/N“ she teases a while later after the two of you are successfully dressed again and having hidden any evidence of what happened in here a while ago. „Says you“ you tease, glancing at her bottom half, causing her to shake her head playfully. „Breakfast?“ she offers and you glance at the time in shock, realising how much time had passed and you nod a little shily, unsure what was going to happen between you now. But her next action explains it all, confirming any doubts as she takes your hand, walking you through the offices, not caring who sees and towards the elevator. She kisses you before the door even closes, making sure the whole world and most importantly you, now know that you belong with her.

[venusbyline]

Reddish ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 11, oct.

— pairing: Emily Prentiss x girlfriend!reader x Jennifer "JJ" Jareau

— type: smut, Kinktober (Criminal Minds Edition)

— kink: threesome FFF

— summary: You and JJ accidentally woke up Emily during the night and both of you have to apologize to her properly.

— word count: 2.1k

— tags/warnings: kinktober 11th day, female!reader, Jemily!married couple, threesome (female/female/female), throuple, scissoring/tribadism, fingering, oral (female receiving), overstimulation, face-sitting, praise kink, light degradation, squirting, hair-pulling, finger sucking, nipple play, breast worship, butt worship, curse words, argument, safeword (no use), age gap (older women/younger woman), mommy kink, voyeurism, grumpy x sunshine x sunshine, canon divergence, Mistress!Prentiss, Mommy!JJ, dom!Prentiss, switch!JJ, sub!reader. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @thatredlipped-classic @purplehaze206 @ehedrick012110 @hotchsmutrecs @slutcakes00 @emma-e-a @helo1281917

— crossposting: AO3

Emily was sleeping soundly after a stressful case. Her body tense under the covers, her sleep disturbed with random nightmares. Random victims. Random Unsubs. Anything that was bizarre enough for a BAU agent.

She was trying to hold on to her sleep despite the macabre dreams. Bad sleep was still better than nothing. A peaceful night was a gift she had not felt in a long time, and she did not plan on letting it go.

At least not until she heard the soft moans that sounded from the other bed in the hotel room.

Emily huffed, turning to her side and placing the pillow over her face with a failed attempt to remain focused on simply lying down and sleeping. She was not in the mood to listen to you and JJ having fun when she was so tense, when her body was disturbing her due so much stress.

As selfish as it was, Emily wanted the two of you to just shut up so she could go back to sleep, which was impossible when she started hearing the slick sounds of your pussy rubbing together with JJ's. "You guys are so fucking annoying, you know that?" The older agent grunted, gripping the pillow tighter, finding it increasingly impossible to muffle the sounds when the other two women seemed so focused on climaxing.

"S-sorry, Mistress..." You managed to whimper, feeling a little bad for waking Emily, but your hands remained on JJ's hips as the blonde spread her legs a little wider to have more flexibility to move herself.

Taking a deep breath, Emily removed the pillow from her face and turned to look at both of you, having a perfect view of JJ smirking to her while holding your leg open, her breasts bouncing as she moved. Emily could not observe you very clearly in that position, but she knew you were lying down and also naked, your hands grabbing JJ's hips and encouraging her to go faster. "You're being too soft on her. I bet she was the one who woke you up just because she couldn't sleep." Emily declared to JJ, who let out a little chuckle, knowing that her wife was right.

"Oh, you know our little girl... always so needy." JJ purred, stopping moving and watching your eyes widen at the break in expectation. You were so close to cum and she just denied you that out of nowhere.

"NO!" You sobbed, trying to rub against her but not being able to get it right underneath her. "Please, Mommy! Please!"

JJ reassured you, stroking the top of your head as she got off of you, your swollen and soaked pussy being quite a sight. She knew how much you needed that orgasm, but she also knew that annoying Emily was not very smart. "You already came once this night, little girl."

Emily rolled her eyes when you whimpered at JJ's argument. "A greedy whore." She grumbled, sitting on the bed and crossing her arms. "You're spoiling her too much. That's why she's like that. Always like a bitch in heat." She did not seem to mind when you lifted your head back, a sad pout on your reddened lips. "Don't give me that look. I was trying to sleep and you woke me up with your pathetic moans."

JJ watched the slight argument between his wife and their girlfriend with some amusement. The blonde stroked your hair for a moment longer before looking at Emily. "You're tense." She argued and Emily snorted, but remained silent, looking away at the room windows. "Now that you're awake, maybe we both should apologize to you for disturbing your sleep."

An excited look appeared on your face as Emily raised an eyebrow, considering the situation for a few seconds before sighing, patting the bed. "Okay, come here."

You got up from JJ's bed quickly, making the blonde laugh as you approached Emily's bed, your body naked, cheeks flushed and hair disheveled. Not even Emily could hide her smile as she caressed your face when you sat down in front of her.

You leaned closer to her hand, pouting sadly when she let go of your face and gestured for JJ to come closer, which her wife did without blinking. When the two of you were already sitting in front of Emily. She pulled JJ by her long hair, grabbing the blonde strands tightly and bringing her wife's lips to hers. You watched it all, rubbing your thighs together as Emily used her other hand to press JJ's breast, the soft skin squeezing and leaving a brief palm-shaped rosy mark.

When Emily left the blonde to look at her again, you let out a sigh when you saw the thread of saliva that connected their lips. "You ate her out." Emily tsked at JJ when she noticed your pussy's taste during the kiss, then turned to you. "Is that how you came the first time, little girl? With Jennifer's pretty lips on that greedy little pussy of yours?"

She said with a mocking tone and you nodded pathetically, opening your legs so the two women could get a view of your pussy, your own fingers beginning to trace circles on your clit to tease Emily further.

"Spoiled cunt..." She growled, hearing your giggle as she grabbed you by the hair too, before ordering. "I want you to eat me out while I taste Jennifer." She warned beforehand and you nodded in anticipation. You do not worry about the possibility of not cumming for the second time that night. You knew Emily too well to know that even if she was annoyed that you had disturbed her sleep, she was not going to deny you an extra orgasm. Emily Prentiss was not as heartless as she pretended to be.

You settled between her legs, pulling her pajama down, smirking at both the lack of panties and the sight of her dark pubic hair glistening with her arousal. Emily lay down and straightened up better, spreading her legs so you could be more comfortable, while JJ stayed next to her for a while, taking off Emily's shirt and kissing her lips for the second time.

You smiled when JJ's fingers connected with Emily's nipples, her breasts fuller than JJ's but with less pointed nipples. When Emily moaned as soon as JJ started caressing her soft mounds, you took that as good encouragement to begin your task. You left soft kisses on Emily's thighs, her skin shivering due the contrast of your mouth on her thigh and the rougher way JJ caressed her.

"Be a good girl and don't tease me..." Emily scolded you with a sigh, grabbing your hair once again so you could get closer to her already wet pussy.

"Did you get horny like that just listening to us scissoring?" You teased, earning a low growl from Emily and a giggle from JJ.

"Don't tease our Mistress." The blonde said, leaning down enough so she could take Emily's pink nipple into her mouth, licking it and looking at her with amused eyes as the older woman sighed with pleasure.

Your tongue teased Emily's wet folds, savoring the sweet taste of her juices that were dripping while JJ sucked Emily's breasts, her face buried there like a starving woman. You ran your lips through the dark hairs, licking up the drippings there before returning to the folds, now focusing on her clit. The little bud was already so swollen that Emily moaned loudly when your lips closed around it, sucking lightly. "Holy shit..." She arched her back upwards, growling when JJ took the opportunity to nibble on her sensitive breast. “You fucking whore.” Emily gripped JJ's long blonde hair, and you watched JJ's teasing actions weaken while you sucked Emily's clit.

"Sorry, Mistress." She whispered hushedly, her mouth now kissing Emily's collarbone apologetically, a more submissive version that only Emily could get out of her.

Instead of answer to her first, Emily turned to you, stroking your hair as you batted your eyelashes, your little mouth now reddish from sucking her clit. "Use your fingers, princess."

The soft pet name made you smile and nodded, resting your lips for a few moments and using your thumb to apply gentle circles there. Emily bit her lip, and played with your hair as if you were her loyal puppy. "Good girl..." She whispered, sticking her fingers inside your mouth so you could close your eyes and suck them for a few minutes, but without losing focus on your goal. With your thumb still rubbing her clit, you stuck two fingers inside Emily's hole, not daring to go gently, because you knew how much she liked rough sex.

"Damn, little girl... You're so good for me..." Emily moaned, looking at JJ with a little smirk. "Come here..."

JJ returned the smirk and adjusted herself into the necessary position, each of her legs on one side of Emily's head before slowly lowering herself down, a loud sigh escaping when Emily wasted no time and began licking her pink pussy, the nails painted red squeezing and scratching the blonde's breasts.

Unlike you, JJ had not cum yet, but her core was already wet and sensitive from rubbing against yours before Emily woke up. Despite not having reached any orgasm, JJ was stimulated enough that Emily's licks made her start to moan loudly, her hips riding faster, the tip of her wife's nose causing a delightful friction on her clit.

Without stopping the moves of two fingers inside Emily, you lowered yourself to taste her again, enjoying her moans muffled by JJ's pussy. It was quite a sight. From where you were positioned, you could see JJ sitting on Emily's face, her beautiful ass wiggling on top of the brunette.

You held yourself back from squeezing JJ's buttocks, and instead you chose to increase the speed of your hand, the fingering becoming so fast that Emily had to take her mouth off her wife's clit for a few seconds to moan loudly, her walls tightening your fingers before she cums hard while you sucked her bud too.

Not waiting for Emily to recover from her orgasm, you continued tasting her juices, just as JJ pulled her hair to bring her face back between her legs. Emily was a little bewildered by the situation. An orgasm by itself would not make her so exhausted, but she had only recently woken up, so her view was still blurry when she let you and JJ use her practically like a sex doll, the blonde rubbing her own pussy on Emily's face without much care and you fingerfucking her pussy and licked up her release that continued to flow.

Emily would definitely think about a severe punishment for you two later, but at that moment she allowed her girls to do whatever you want. When she noticed that JJ's moans were starting to get louder and her ride started to lose rhythm, Emily gently slapped you on the head, which left you a little confused at the moment, worried that she was trying to signal the safeword, but your fear went away when she raised one knee, the habitual position made you sigh in relief and you placed a soft kiss on her leg before fitting yourself there, your wet pussy meeting hers sensitive and almost sore.

You knew Emily was already very overstimulated, so your movements were gentler, rubbing against her gently and whining, one of your hands holding her hip and the other squeezing your own breasts. It did not take long for JJ to moan Emily's name and cum, squirting on her wife's face and making you cum right away after that view.

Just as you scissoring your clit against Emily's again to prolong your new recently reached orgasm, JJ also pushed her luck, rubbing her soaked pussy all over the brunette's face, panting and laying down next to her right after.

You sighed by the overstimulation and got off of Emily, seeing her cheeks flushed and wet from JJ's squirt and also seeing how reddish her pussy was now. You placed a soft kiss there that made her shiver. "That's enough, princess." JJ scolded you and stroked Emily's damp hair, making you pouted sadly, but nodding and lying down on Emily's other side.

"Thanks, Mommy. Thanks, Mistress." You whispered to both of them, placing a soft kiss on Emily's lips, which she responded with a weak tired smile. "You want me to draw us a bath?"

Emily slowly shook her head, stroking your hair. "Don't. Right now I just wanna rest and sleep next to my two favorite girls." She smiled at you and then at JJ, letting each of you settle in next to her, the smell of sex filling the hotel room, even though neither of you cared. JJ placed Emily's head on her own chest, caressing her black hair and you hugged the brunette's waist, head resting on her shoulder until the three of you fell asleep.

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[morbidlcve]

wheels up in 30!

KINKOTBER: DAY 2- dbf!emily

pairings: dbf!emily prentiss x reader

word count: 1.2k

cw: humiliation kink almost, choking, fingering (r!r), slight degradation if u squint, praise, public sex (?), soft? dom emily, lmk if theres anymore.

requests: open

E.P MASTERLIST || KINKTOBER 2024

“Wheels up in 30.” Your dad said, picking up his files from the round table before leaving the room. You stand up with your file and cup of coffee, place them on your desk, and walk over to the bathroom. You quickly skim over yourself in the mirror, raking your fingers through your hair. Turning your head upon hearing someone come in, you catch sight of Emily walking up to you. 

“Wha-” she cuts you off before you could even speak a word, pushing you into a bathroom stall and closing the door. Her hands were all over you, lips nibbling and kissing at your neck. Your head fell back in a groan, cupping the back of her head. “Baby, as much as I want this, we don’t have time,” you whispered, pulling her face between your shoulder and collarbone. 

“I’ll be quick,” she counters, pressing her lips to yours, tongue licking across your bottom lip. You shiver against her. “We can’t, if we’re late. They’ll come looking, and if they see us…” you threat, cupping her face. You fake pout, looking up at her. “You’re right,” she sighs, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you closer against her.

Both of you still when you hear the bathroom door open “y/n, you in here?” JJ asks. Your eyes widen in shock; you look at Emily who’s trying to hold in a laugh. “Yeah, I’ll be out in a second,” you say in an attempt to keep any signs of amusement from your tone. “Have you seen Emily?” she says, washing her hands. You smile into Emily’s neck, silently shaking. “I think she went to her car to get her go-bag.” You say, pressing the flush button. “Okay, well be quick, we're leaving soon,” says JJ before leaving. 

You hear the door shut and chuckle. “You need to find a way to leave and not get seen coming out of here”, you whisper against her lips. You kiss her lips quickly before scuttling off before she can say anything. 

-

Upon entering the jet, you sit at the front of the plane, facing the cockpit doors. You’re skimming through the case file when Emily walks in, sitting beside you. Her hands trail up the length of your thigh as she’s situating herself for the long flight ahead. 

Your dad calls everyone for a quick briefing, then leaves you to your devices. Returning to your seat, Emily gives you a blanket, traipsing it over you. She sat back down, picking up her file. You’re sat there going over the case with her, talking through the little details, thinking what they might mean, if they were purposeful, and what they could lead to, when you feel her hand land on your thigh once more. Your breath hitched before shaking it off, considering it a comfort gesture. But that thought is proven wrong when her hand teasingly moves up and down your leg. 

You steal a glance at her, seeing that she’s trying to hold in a smile. “Stop,” you whisper, leaning over; “Someone might see.” She shakes her head and pulls the blanket further up your legs and slides her hand underneath. “No, they won’t. They’re all entertained doing their own thing, they ca’t even see us, and your dad’s sleeping. If you can be a good girl  for me and stay quiet, I think we’ll be fine.” She says in that ever so teasing way, gripping your thigh, making you gasp.

“Are you going to let me make you feel good?” she continues, inching her hand further up, your thighs flinching at the light contact. You nod, eyes fluttering shut. “Good girl,” she says. “Now, sit still and let me play with you.” 

Her hands dance on your skin, wandering closer to the centre between your legs. Your heart was racing a mile a minute, and your skin flushed. “Just relax,” she teases, pushing your underwear to the side, fingers sliding through your cunt. “Oh, does this get you excited? Knowing there are people around? That you can get caught?” Emily says, cupping your face. 

Letting out a pathetic whimper, you press a kiss to her lips. Her tongue slides into your mouth quickly to muffle your sounds. “Quiet remember sweetheart,” she taunts, pulling away. She slowly begins to circle your clit, groaning when your legs clamp around her hand. “Sensitive?” she mocks.

 “Em, please” you whine. 

“Aht, I said quiet angel” Emily says, grazing your bottom lip with her finger, “Open,” 

Your mouth opens slightly to welcome her index and middle finger into your mouth. “If you’re not going to be quiet for me, i’ll just have to shut you up now won’t I?” Your face flames with embarrassment, but the flowing arousal coating her fingers say different making the woman smirk. Her touch ventures further to your entrance, pushing in two fingers.

Your walls immediately clench around her. “Always so tight for me, so perfect,” she says watching you go dumb. Her fingers in your mouth, drool coating your chin and her fingers and your pussy sucking her in. She lets you adjust for a moment as to not make you give away your shenanigans, then curls her fingers to hit that spot that sends you into a spiral. 

“Look at you, so cute and all fucked out for me” Emily says, pushing her fingers further into your throat, slightly cuttong off your air supply. Your hand comes to wrap around her wrist, pulling her hand from your mouth, pushing it towards her lips. Her eyes glint as she licks off your spit. Watching her has your heart racing and your eyes flutter shut when she speeds the pace up inside you. 

“Need you so bad” you whine, pulling her free hand to wrap around your throat. “Oh angel, you have me,” Emily says, curling her fingers. Your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs open as she uses you body. Your hips start to buck to meet the pace of her fingers and her hand tightnes around your throat to minimise your noise. 

You fall closer and closer to the edge through the torment of her finers that would switch between curling and then pulling out to push back in roughly. “Need to cum, please Em, please” you choke out as best you can. 

Her hand releases your throat and moves down to where her other hand is and begins to circle your clit. “Cum for me angel, you can do it, be a good girl and cum on my fingers” she whispered into your ear before kissing you roughly. The stimulation sends you over the edge and you sit there and shake, your orgasm overtaking you completely. She kisses you as she works you gently through the remnants of your high. 

When you stop shaking, Emily withdraws her fingers, cleans them off with her tongue and wraps the blanket around you. She guides you head to rest on her shoulder “Sleep angel, you’ll be tired if not. You did so good for me” she mutters, kissing your head. 

You’re soon deadweight on the raven-haired woman, and only when you hear movement next to you do you wake up. “Let's go, y/n, you’re with Prentiss to examine the scene,” Aaron says, walking towards the exit of the jet. “Okay, Dad,” you say, “Sorry, Hotch,” you correct yourself before standing up and stretching. Wincing when you feel the activities of your dad’s best friend between your thighs. 

[sykoangels]

RING RING

kinktober prompt : phone sex!

pairing: fem!reader x emily prentiss

warnings: praising / masturbation / established relationship

author note: happy kinktober!! also should I do more criminal minds fics let me know please!!

Being married to an FBI agent comes with its own unique set of perks and challenges. From the constant protection and occasional vacation days to the intriguing yet sometimes disturbing stories that come home with them, there's never a dull moment. However, being married to the unit chief of the behavioral analysis unit also brings its own set of responsibilities and considerations.

Agent Prentiss is a hardworking woman you met on a case in Seattle. You thought she was pretty cute, but it wasn't really clear if she was into women. After the case ended, which was pretty gruesome, you kept in touch and started learning more about each other. This blossomed into romance, then marriage, and now you're living in Washington DC with her, taking care of your kid named Sergio, who is just her cat.

Ever since you and Emily tied the knot, her frequent case trips made her feel like a stranger at times. In the early days, it strained your relationship as it seemed like you hardly ever saw each other. And when she did come home, she was often too worn out from her unavoidable challenging cases to engage in much else. You understood the demanding nature of her job and admired her dedication to making a difference, but you couldn't help but long for your wife's presence.

Currently, Emily is on a case in Baton Rouge. I’m trying to solve some mysterious death that happened in that area. She was supposed to be coming home today, but unfortunately, due to the severity of the case, she has to stay there an extra week with the team. It was an ideal and was kind of heartbreaking in your opinion. All he wanted to do was spend time with your wife, but there was this overwhelming feeling that you had for the past couple of days while she was gone. The feeling of desire deep inside of your core. It didn’t help that your house smelled like Emily, especially on her side of the closet. You would go wear her shirts from time to time taking in her scent that lingers behind.

As night fell, you carefully closed up the house. The lights in every room dimmed and then went out, leaving only the gentle glow of the bedside lamp in your bedroom. The entire house was immaculately clean, with every surface wiped down to a pristine shine. As you moved from room to room, you noticed the faint scent of red wine and rich mahogany, mingling with the cool draft of air from the vents.

You chose to ring up Emily as usual, especially since it was getting late. This was your customary practice whenever she was involved in a case. The night in Baton Rouge was serene, with the moon casting a gentle glow over the tranquil neighborhood. Its soft light filtered through every window and seeped through the gaps in the hotel curtains, bathing the surroundings in a serene glow. Emily heard the vibrations of her phone, praying and hoping it wasn’t work. She just wanted to rest for a little while, but a smile appeared on her face when she realized it was her lovely wife. She immediately answered you can almost feel the smile on her face through the phone.

Emily’s voice crackled through the speaker, a mix of relief and exhaustion. "Hey, babe," she said, her tone warm but tinged with fatigue. "I was hoping it was you." "Miss me already?" you teased, trying to lighten the mood. The silence on the other end of the line was punctuated by the rustle of sheets as she shifted in bed. "Always," she replied softly, the smile in her voice unmistakable. "How’s Sergio? Did he eat his dinner?" You chuckled, glancing at the cat lounging lazily on the windowsill, bathed in the moonlight. "He’s fine. Just enjoying the view. But seriously, Em, how are you holding up?"

There was a pause, and you could almost see her running a hand through her hair, the same gesture she made when deep in thought. "It’s been tough," she admitted. "This case… it’s one of the worst I’ve seen. But hearing your voice helps. It really does." You leaned back against the pillows, the warmth of the bed enveloping you. "Then let’s make it worth your while," you said, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Tell me what you need, Emily." Her breath hitched, and you could hear the faint echo of her heartbeat quickening. "God, I need you," she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. "But I can’t… not right now."

"Then let’s do this," you suggested, your heart pounding in your chest. "Close your eyes, imagine me here with you." "Alright," she murmured, the mattress creaking as she settled back. "I’m closing my eyes… and you’re lying next to me, your hand on my thigh."You closed your eyes too, picturing her silhouette under the dim light of the bedside lamp. Your hand drifted down your own body, mimicking the movement you knew she longed for. "Good girl," you breathed, your thumb brushing over your nipple through the fabric of your shirt. "Now, tell me what you want." "I want…" she hesitated, her voice breaking slightly, "I want to feel your touch, everywhere."

You bit your lip, the sensation sending a jolt of arousal through you. "Describe it to me, Emily. Tell me where you want me to touch you." "My neck," she said quickly, her voice trembling. "Kiss my neck, baby. Feel the pulse there, taste me." Your mouth watered at the thought, your fingers trailing down to your damp panties . "And then?" you prompted, your voice husky. "My collarbone," she continued, her words coming faster now. "Let your lips slide down, trace the curve of my shoulder… oh God, I can almost feel it."

"My breasts," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Lick around the edges, tease the nipples… make them hard for you." You groaned, your fingers circling your own clit, mimicking the motion of your tongue. "And what about down here?" you asked, your voice shaky. "What do you want me to do to you?" "Touch me," she pleaded, the vulnerability in her voice making your stomach flip. "Slide your fingers inside me, feel how wet I am for you… please." You didn’t need any more encouragement. Your fingers found their way past your folds, pushing inside with a gasp. "Oh Emily," you moaned, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "Are you touching yourself too?"

"Yes," she gasped, the word torn from her throat. "I’m stroking myself, just like you told me to. God, it feels so good." "Not as good as you’ll feel soon," you promised, your fingers curling inside you. "I’m going to make you come, Emily. Just like this." "Please," she whimpered, the desperation in her voice fueling your own arousal. "I need it… I need you."

You moved faster, your thumb pressing against your clit in rhythm with your thrusts. "Tell me what you see," you demanded, desperate to lose yourself in her fantasy. "Paint the picture for me." "I’m lying here," she panted, her voice strained, "my legs spread wide, waiting for you. Your hands are everywhere, teasing, touching… driving me wild." "And then?" you pressed, your own orgasm building with every word.

"Your face between my legs," she said, her voice breaking. "Your tongue… oh God, your tongue sliding inside me, licking, sucking… making me scream." You cried out, your climax crashing over you like a tidal wave. "Emily, I’m coming," you gasped, your whole body shuddering with the force of it. "Me too," she sobbed, her voice raw with emotion. "Oh God, yes… right there…"

You collapsed back against the pillows, your breathing ragged, your body still humming with aftershocks. The line went quiet, the connection between you both still humming with the intensity of the moment. You lay there, your heart still pounding, the memory of her words echoing in your ears. "Wow," she breathed, her voice filled with wonder. "That was... intense." "Mmhmm," you agreed, your own body still humming with residual pleasure. "We make quite the team." She laughed softly, the sound warming your heart. "Yeah, we do. Can't wait to be in the same room again." "Neither can I," you admitted, your voice filled with longing.

"Agreed," she said, her tone serious. "Love you, Y/N .""Love you too, Emily," you replied, your heart swelling with emotion. "Sweet dreams.""You too," she whispered before hanging up.

You lay there, staring at the ceiling, the memory of their shared moment still fresh in your mind. The taste of her words lingered on your lips, the scent of their mutual arousal in the air, and the thought of the warmth of their bodies pressed against each other. It was a perfect night, one that would be etched into your memory forever.

[consciouscarrot]

kinktober day 3 - overstim [ e.prentiss ]

emily prentiss x fem!reader

content warnings; vibrators, v fingering (r!receiving), overstimulation (obvi)

notes; shorter than usual :)

kinktober/flufftober masterlist

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you were lying on your back, hands grasping the sheets, legs spread and head tilted back, whimpering as emily pumped her fingers in and out of your cunt. her head was between your thighs, free hand pressing a vibrator firmly into your clit, held up on the bed by her elbows.

the two of you had been here a while, emily had had a tough case, she’d vaguely mentioned children being involved before getting thoroughly distracted with you, not wanting to think of it any longer.

her eyes flicked between your face and your cunt, conflicted on which was the more arousing sight. she could never get bored of making you feel good, helping clear your mind and make you cum until your legs were shaking, utterly obsessed with the sight of you.

you had your eyes closed, lids squeezed tightly together as your mouth was held open in a near constant flow of moans. she adored the way your brows pinched together when she hit that spot inside you juuusst right, the way your legs involuntarily closed, as if to try and run away from the otherworldly pleasure.

she could tell that the vibrator was becoming too much, having been used on and off for the past hour or so. your poor little pearl was so red and puffy, struggling to keep up with the continuous thrums of pleasure.

she upped the speed, wanting to get one more out of you like this before she moved on, and had to hold herself back from humping against the sheets when your back arched with the cutest little whine.

fluids poured out over her fingers, she couldn’t take her eyes off of you as you went silent for a moment, so overcome with pleasure that you couldn’t make a sound, the only noise being the lewd squelching coming from your heat, before your whole body shook and you screamed. you always looked the prettiest like this, hair tangled and strewn out over her expensive pillows, body gleaming with sweat and cum, face scrunched up and you’re such a sloppy mess, all for her.

she turned off the vibrator, pressing a quick kiss to your button, chuckling when you twitched at the feeling. you almost thought that was it, and that you were finally getting a break, but emily kept her digits going in a steady pace, hooking them into your sweet spot as your walls clamped down around her.

she turned her head and rested it against one of your thighs, smiling up at you smugly as you gasped and cried out for her.

“please, ca- can’t take it em,”

“but i haven’t even gotten around to eating you out yet, baby. you’re not gonna deprive me of my favourite dessert, are you?”

you gasped, guilt filling you in your cloudy headspace. how mean of you, she’d gone to all of this effort for you, and you couldn’t even be bothered to give her the one thing she’d asked for. you couldn’t believe how selfish you were being. maybe you could manage just a little bit longer.

“okay, okay but just one more,”

“mhm alright, just one, sweet girl,”

she manages to get two more out of you.

[springtyme]

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 ♡

Welcome to my first ever October writing challenge! 🍂☕️🍁

I’m very excited, and I really hope that I’ll be able to keep up with the schedule. And also a big thank you to everyone who sent in requests ♡

Most of the fics on this list is lighthearted fluff, but pieces marked * are nsfw and only suited for 18+ readers.

𝟏. Coffee shop (Spencer Reid x reader) 𝟐. Sick day (Steve Harrington x reader) 𝟑. Rainy afternoon (Carmy Berzatto x reader) 𝟒. Movie night (Simon Riley x reader) 𝟓. Morning drive (Emily Prentiss x reader) 𝟔. IKEA “date” (Kyle Garrick x reader) 𝟕. Sweater weather (Sydney Adamu x reader) 𝟖. Can’t sleep (Spencer Reid x reader) 𝟗. Train ride (Aaron Hotchner x reader) 𝟏𝟎. Huddling for warmth * (Arthur Morgan x reader) 𝟏𝟏. Cuddles (Kyle Garrick x reader) 𝟏𝟐. A walk in the woods (Eddie Munson x reader) 𝟏𝟑. Decorating (Joel Miller x reader) 𝟏𝟒. Comfort food (John Price x reader) 𝟏𝟓. The orange peel theory (Chef Luca x reader) 𝟏𝟔. Meet cute (Derek Morgan x reader) 𝟏𝟕. Lazy Sunday (Spencer Reid x reader) 𝟏𝟖. Family expansion (Johnny MacTavish x reader) 𝟏𝟗. Hayride (Steve Harrington x reader) 𝟐𝟎. Halloween candy (Roman Roy x reader) 𝟐𝟏. Trick or treat (Aaron Hotchner x reader) 𝟐𝟐. Baking (… x reader) 𝟐𝟑. Party confessions (Sydney Adamu x reader) 𝟐𝟒. Pumpkin carving (… x reader) 𝟐𝟓. Horror movie comfort * (Mikey Berzatto x reader) 𝟐𝟔. Roommates (… x reader) 𝟐𝟕. Haunted house (Spencer Reid x reader) 𝟐𝟖. Pumpkin patch (Richie Jerimovich x reader) 𝟐𝟗. Scary movie marathon (Eddie Munson x reader) 𝟑𝟎. Costume party * (… x reader) 𝟑𝟏. Harvest celebration * (Joel Miller x reader)

[deathbyhertouch]

Kinktober Day 7: Threesome

Emily Prentiss x reader x Jennifer Jereau

warnings: smut (18+, mdni), threesome, girl kissing, oral, fingering, dom!Emily, sub!JJ, dom!reader, secret tryst, moaning, swearing

word count: 528

kinktober masterlist

Maybe it was the seemingly endless shots, or the heavy tension from the last case, but as soon as the hotel room door shut you were slammed up against it. Emily met your lips in a feverish kiss, while JJ’s mouth was currently attached to your neck. It wasn’t uncommon for any combination of the three of you to sneak off late at night on cases to blow off some steam. Nobody really knew but Spencer has his suspicions, as one night he definitely heard the three of you fucking like rabbits.

Emily pulled off your mouth, shooting you a wink before turning to the blonde next to her and pulling her in for a kiss. You smirked, moving behind JJ and dipping your hand down the front of her pants. She moaned into Emily’s mouth as your fingers swiped through her folds. You moved her hair to the side, before sucking down on her collarbone harshly. She gasped, giving Emily the opportunity to deepen the kiss. 

“Em, should we move our greedy girl to the bed? Her pussy is clenching around just my fingers.” You teased, slipping two fingers inside her sopping cunt. JJ whined, nodding lazily as Emily chuckled at the sight.

“Hmm, I suppose we could do that. What do you think, baby? You want us to fuck you hard?” Emily proposed to JJ, who was currently in a daze from all of the attention.

“P-Please. I need you fuck- need you both.” She squeaked out. You laughed, pulling your hand out of her pants. Emily took her hand and brought her over to the bed helping the blonde undress before removing her own garments. You were quick to follow, stripping off your clothes and laying down on the less than ideal hotel king size. JJ crawled on top of you, meeting your mouth with her own. You kissed her deeply, tongues fighting together, as you felt Emily’s hands snake up your inner thigh. You heard a smack, followed by JJ moaning into your mouth. 

“What a sight, both of you are so wet and ready for me.” Emily cooed, kneeling at the foot of the bed. You moaned into JJ’s mouth, feeling Emily lick a stripe through your folds before plunging two fingers into your pussy. Emily’s mouth lapped at JJ’s entrance as her fingers kept a brutal pace into your own. Your sticky arousal was weeping out of your pussy, and leaving a stain on the bed. You could feel your own orgasm approach as you clenched down on Emily’s fingers. 

“Close already, honey? You’re in for a long night, baby.” You moaned loudly at her teasing, making JJ suck your bottom lip between her teeth. Her hands groped your tits, tugging at the pebbled skin, pinching your nipples. Emily sucked your clit into her mouth as she curled her fingers inside of you. Your body jerked instinctively as Emily hurled you towards your climax. You broke the kiss, throwing your head back into the pillows as your release ripped through you. Your thighs felt sticky and you glanced at Emily, who was sucking her fingers clean.

“fuck baby. You taste so sweet.”

Love, A

[inlovewithgreta]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Kinktober 2023 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Week Four: phone sex/praise

Listen Closely - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Summary: Emily is away on a case, and your daily phone call turns into something more intimate.

Other Warnings: none I think??

Word Count: 900+

Taglist: @shslbunnylover @bellatrixsbrat @maybe-a-humanbean

A/n: Apologies for the day late post, I’ve been super busy with work and haven’t had much time to myself to write! 🩷

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It took everything in you to hide your moans of pleasure, but your fingers curling against your sensitive walls had the sinful noise come out without warning. The ravenette on the other end of your phone call lifted a high brow.

"Oh? Does my sweet girl miss me that much?" she teased, leaning back in her chair with a tight smirk.

Emily had been away at work with the group while you stayed back to help Garcia, but the long cold nights without your lover were starting to get to you.

You missed her.

Her smile.

Her eyes.

But most importantly...

Her touch.

She always kept you warm, cozy, and fuzzy whenever she laid a finger on you. Just the simplest touch from the woman had your knees go weak and your heart beat faster. Her presence alone could knock you off your feet.

It was something you missed the most. Having her close to you. Making you feel good. Ensuring her little princess was taken care of.

"Miss you, s-so much—" you confessed, head falling deeper into the pillow as the woman on the phone next to you let out a small laugh.

"Always so needy, even when I'm not around."

"Yess... so needy.." you bit your bottom lip to hold back a whimper.

"Don't hide those pretty little sounds from me, sweet girl. Let me hear you."

You let out another breathy moan that had Emily rubbing her own thighs together at the sound of you pleasuring yourself on the other end of the call.

"That's my good girl. Don't be shy."

She was glad to be alone in the room, as she could feel a blush creeping across her porcelain features. She almost had to share her office space, but was now glad Garcia stayed back so she could slide her cold hand down her stomach and into her pants.

"I- I miss you so much— fuck I wish you were here," you softly moaned out just loud enough for her to hear.

"I love it when you say 'fuck', it's so hot."

"Fuck..." you whimpered.

Her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head at your words, as her own digits slid under her panties and circled her sensitive clit.

"Such a naughty little thing..."

Your fingers were roughly thrusting, each movement eliciting a higher pitched moan from you, and the ravenette could tell you were getting close.

Your free hand played with your tit, exploring and kneading at every curve before swiping your thumb over your hardened nipple. You brought the bud between your fingers, twisting and pulling to elicit more than just a few simple moans.

"Just like that. You're doing so good for me.."

Emily drew her fingers across her folds, her slick arousal coating them before she brought them back to her most sensitive spot, circling the bud in tight, meticulous circles.

You wouldn't have known what the woman was doing until you heard a gasp-like moan on the other end of the line that pulled your attention away from yourself.

"E-Em? Are you—"

"Mmm— don't stop my sweet girl and keep those pretty little sounds going. Can you do that for me?"

"Mhm!" You nodded your head as if the woman could see, but the lewd moans entering her ear let her know you wouldn't go silent on her.

You could feel your legs tense, her words of encouragement sending you over the edge. Your heart was beating rapidly, back arching off the duvet, and fingers grabbing roughly at your breast.

"I-I'm gonna—" You cut yourself off with the most pornographic moan Emily had ever heard from you.

"You're doing so good for me, princess. Go on and come, I know how much you need it. Let me hear everything."

Her own legs grew tense, the feeling of her getting closer and closer to her own release was becoming too much for her to handle.

"Oh— Em! F-Fuck..."

Your walls clenched around your curled fingers, making it harder to keep your movements going but you pushed through, wanting to savor your orgasm and allow as many moans, groans, and whines to escape for the ravenette to listen to.

"Such a good girl..."

Emily let out a satisfied sigh as her hips involuntarily bucked against her fingers as she allowed herself to come along with you. Her lace panties being ruined by not only her arousal from before, but her come that now dropped from her cunt.

"So so good for me," she quietly whimpered.

Your breathing labored, pure bliss filling your entire body as you immediately shoved your come coated fingers into your mouth.

Emily knew by the satisfied hum and the slightly wet noises on the other end of the phone that you were tasting yourself and she couldn't stop herself from doing the same. Her own fingers slid down to her hole, collecting her own release before copying your actions.

"I wish you were here to see the mess I made," you teased the woman when you finally were able to catch your breath.

You heard a barely audible chuckle that had you biting your bottom lip with a smile before her voice came through right after.

"We'll just have to make another mess when I get home, Princess." She smirked widely after hearing a needy whimper come from you at her promising words. "Now be mommy's good girl and keep your hands to yourself until I get back."

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄: Mistress Kink w/ Emily Prentiss

a/n: OKAY LISTEN. i did NOT mean to miss a day. i ended up falling asleep then i was super busy for the rest of the night so it totally slipped my mind, but here it is now!! hope yall are excited for some grey haired dommy mommy emily! this is for my fellow wlw out there, i love yall! MWAH ;*

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There was something about Emily’s presence that commanded respect wherever she went, her aura darkened with a certain kind of dominance that many people had difficulty putting their finger on. Maybe it was because she was the Unit Chief, or that before her promoted status all those years ago, she was a woman with many secrets.

Of course, you knew though, because you were her wife, and even in the bedroom she held herself in high regard, so who were you to treat her with anything less?

“Mistress?” You asked quietly, body twitching in slight nervousness as her fingertips stroked the curve of your bare back in an up and down motion, her touch featherlight. Your body was always so sensitive to her touches, and after years of being intimate with her, she had fine tuned and tweaked your nerves like a guitar.

She’d had you stripped down to nothing and laid over her lap, your naked breasts resting on her pant clad thighs. You had no idea what you had done to invoke a punishment, but you honestly don’t think that this is what that was, because your ass would have already been spanked raw due to you rubbing your thighs together to relieve your aching core without her permission.

“Sh…” She soothed you to silence by gently caressing the globes of your ass. “You did nothing wrong, my pretty girl. I just want to appreciate my wife, can’t I do that?” She asks softly, her fingers now stroking your wet slit teasingly. Your breath hitched in your throat, fingers twitching from where they gripped the sheets.

“Yeah,” You sighed, body going lax in her hold. “Of course you can, mistress.” 

She hummed thoughtlessly, the pad of her finger descending through your soaked folds, and slipping inside of you. A wanton moan caught in the back of your throat, your head lifting up from where it faced down. There were times like these where all Emily wanted to do was give, with no expectation for anything in return. It was possible she was involved with a case where someone lost their lover, or a situation that probably hit too close to him that possessed her to act like this. Not that you were complaining.

You cried out when she added another finger, the length of her aged digits rubbing against your sensitive and velvety walls deliciously, the pads of her fingers pressing your spongy g-spot. Her movements were soft and full of love, no urgency in her movements as she dragged out your pleasure. 

Your orgasm slowly bubbled in your gut, twisting when she finally added her third and final finger.

“Oh!” You gasped. “Mistress… please!” Your chest rose and fell with your pleas. 

“I got you my sweet girl.” She praised over your loud noises, but her ministrations sped up, the twist of her wrist getting rougher in order to drag you to your orgasm faster.

Your cunt squelched lewdly, painting her three digits in your slick as your noises grew louder and louder and the coil in your stomach grew tighter and tighter. 

“I- I-” You couldn’t finish your sentence before you came, quaking and squirming on your wife’s lap. Your sight went white when you came, your ears ringing and your veins lighting on fire. She worked you through it, rubbing your lower back and twisting her wrist into your cunt until you jumped in overstimulation, tiny, pained whimpers slipping through your lips. 

“You did so good, sweetheart. So, so, good.” She praised. 

“Thank you, mistress.” You said breathlessly through a sleepy smile on your face.

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Disarmed

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Female Reader

Summary: During a mandatory training session, you unexpectedly uncover a new kink and Emily is more than happy to indulge you. Based on this anon request.

Genre: Smut, (choking, semi-public/public?, fingering, pet names, light praise, degradation, daddy kink), not suitable for minors.

Word Count: 2.9k..

This piece is for day 15 of kinktober under the ‘choking’ prompt.

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The sky had yet to be licked with a trace of dawn’s light, the only solace found in the caffeine that thrummed steadily through your veins, listless eyes flickering around in the silence. It was unusual for the team, though incomplete, to be so void of life, but Strauss and her dark magic had the ability to drain the fun out of any situation.

This time, Strauss had stooped to new lows, had marched into the morning briefing and blindsided half of you with firm instructions to abandon the case and attend a mandatory training session instead. Of course, the reaction she had understandably yielded had been less than favourable, though presented with no choice, you were forced into compliance.

Unshakable tension hung in the air, unnerving quiet persisting and breached only by the sound of the car engine in the background. Emily’s warmth bled into you, her body pressed snugly beside you, her hand lingering against your knee. Spending time with her appeared to be the only saving grace, every occasional stolen glance forcing the emergence of a smile upon your lips and one that even Strauss could not diminish. 

But you knew that the moment would be short-lived, knew that the second Emily stepped into the training facility she would transform, the demeanour of a hardened agent soon to possess her. It was alluring to witness, her competitive streak free of its cage and only evoking an envy in you towards any unsub that was ever lucky enough to be subdued by her. You had imagined it countless times, desperate to feel the weight of her wrath, her gun trained on you, her voice purring in your ear. For now, the fantasy would have to suffice. 

The vehicle ground to an abrupt halt, your devious daydreams hastily thrust to the outskirts of your mind. Morgan sighed audibly in agitation as he regarded the training facility with disdain, serving only as a reminder of a job left undone, the knowledge that cases were certain to be stacking in your absence. This sound roused Hotch into rotation as he twisted in the driver’s seat, his hands retracting from their prior state of uninterrupted white-knuckling around the steering wheel.

“I know that none of us want to be here,” Hotch acknowledged, flatly, his mirrored indignation unable to be hidden, “just follow instruction, stick to protocol and maybe we can get back in time to pick up the case, which I know is what we all want.”

“How the hell did the rest of the team get out of this one?” Morgan flared, his head shaking in avid disapproval, his jaw flexed, “Strauss has it in for the four of us, this is just another one of her games.”

A lengthened pause occurred as Hotch jostled to land on a diplomatic answer, though his agreement was glaringly obvious. He knew that this was merely another strategy to antagonise the team and place all of you under a microscope in the hopes that you would fail. Morgan had already let her sneak under his skin, falling victim to the effect she had been intent on provoking.

“Then let’s not give her any more ammunition,” Hotch nodded, his expression determined, intense.

“What’s the first scenario?” You probed, curiously, the lewd thoughts you had stowed away earlier suddenly sparking back into existence, entranced by the vision of Emily in her bulletproof vest, wondering how it would feel to have it slammed against you.

Morgan unravelled the little brochure that Strauss had kindly provided earlier, his eyes scanning the first page, a scoff of bemusement emitting. “Hostage negotiation.”

The revelation elicited a burst of excitement inside of you, a sense of renewed purpose holding you in its grasp as you conjured a menacing plan. Emily noted the shift, suspicion quick to cloud her as she narrowed her eyes. 

“I could be the unsub,” you suggested, coolly, a dismissive shrug following suit for good measure, the deranged delight threatening to hack through and expose your true motive.

And manipulating a profiler was your first mistake, Emily's irises swirling with something newfound, an unmistakable glint that soundlessly informed you that she had suspected your underhandedness. You had expected her to dissuade you, to foil your plan for her own satisfaction and yet, she remained quiet, collected, a sweet simper fused to her lips.

"You sure you can handle that?" She retorted, the soft lilt in her voice only inflaming the thoughts that plagued your brain.

Emily knew exactly what she was doing, but you also had an ace to play.

"Come on, Prentiss," you appealed, vehemently, your lips inching closer until your breath fizzled against her ear, the proximities deliberate enough that a marked whisper had the potential to go unheard by the others. "I have no problem overpowering you in the sack, baby, why don't you give me a challenge for once?"

A musing scoff emanated from her, eyes darkening to a shade unfathomable, her expression hastily correcting itself, self-control successfully slashed by the daring nature of your words. Bite marks imprinted themselves into the full flesh of her lips, her gaze averted as she threw a nod of confirmation towards Hotch.

"Let her do it, Hotch," Emily echoed, feigning supportiveness, though the hand upon your knee mutated its caressing touch to something more ominous, squeezing with vigour, with warning. "She's desperate for it."

"Give the girl a chance, Hotch," Morgan chimed in.

Hotch ruminated on the idea, the chasms of his frown lines deepening in his state of thought, his face unreadable until it melted into certainty.

"It's settled then," he affirmed. "Emily will negotiate. Morgan, you and I will serve as backup. Let's get into position."

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Anxiety rattled as you awaited the inevitable onslaught, an agent from another unit knelt before you, posed as the hostage, your gun nudging into the back of his skull. You should have been fearful of failing given the high stakes involved, Strauss gunning to disband the BAU and strip you of your jobs, but you were enthralled by the unfolding situation. Your heart thudded, so ferociously that your ribcage seemed to bounce visibly with every pulsation, a familiar tingling sensation between your legs as you prepared to face the crowd of agents. But you only cared about one of them.

And when the battering footfalls flooded, you stared out into the sea of unfamiliar faces until you identified the one that educed goosebumps, libido splintering. Emily gripped her gun forcefully, her aim never straying as she followed your every movement with it, her callous demeanour only furthering the thrill that racked through you.

"FBI! Put the weapon down!" Emily bellowed, unequivocal in her demand. "Nice and slowly, let me see your hands."

"Listen to her," Morgan encouraged, his voice gentler, coaxing. "She's trying to help you but you need to let this man go, okay?"

The words did not register, unable to pry your lustful gaze from the woman before you, her steps painstakingly slow as they grew nearer, cautious in her approach. You almost considered surrendering, too engrossed by Emily for logic or reason to occur to you, every thought placing her at the singularity. And God, you wanted her, wanted to bow out of this exercise and feel her flush against you, inside of you, all over you.

"Don't come any closer," you demanded, unfaltering on your designated target as you repositioned the handgun against the hostage's temple this time, the threat coercing Emily into a slight retreat. "I'll shoot, do you hear me? I will shoot him."

Emily swallowed hard, a fleck of annoyance passing over her eyes in the realisation that she would have to resort to faux appeasement. As expected, she safely holstered her weapon, her teeth gritted almost undetectably in response to her state of powerlessness, having assumed that a feat like this would have been effortless. She had underestimated you.

"I have put away my gun," she reiterated, her hands raised to the skies, her fate undecided, at your mercy. "I won't hurt you, but I'm gonna need you to let him go first, okay? Nobody needs to get hurt."

Compelled to heed her, the uncompromising cinch upon your gun devolved into a state of wavering, the compulsion to submit to her almost too staggering to ignore. It was only when you noticed her form closing in that you had realised how convincing she had been, how she had managed to render you bewitched without being consciously aware of it. You had forgotten the existence of protocol, the purpose of your task sliding away until it no longer mattered to you or at all. And then, your gun clattered to the ground beneath, the hostage fleeing into the arms of Morgan who awaited him.

Under the guise that the exercise had been concluded, your eyes travelled to land on Emily, met instead by the whirring of flashing throws and punches. The pain had not yet materialised, too bewildered to arrive upon a single emotion nor feeling until your neck found itself encircled, besieged by a wrecking force.

The surge of cold against your back signified that you had been successfully wrangled to the ground, a striking white smile peering down at you from above. A sensation of weightlessness washed over you, the hands around your neck only willing you further to places unknown, places that you had not yet explored, your vision clouded in white-hot.

"More," you rasped, your thoughts so exquisitely confused, so nonsensical that you were convinced that the voice belonged not to you, but to someone far in the distance. "Daddy."

"Come on, Prentiss," Morgan's voice pierced your brain, half-startling you as you thudded back into reality and reacquainted yourself with your surroundings. "Now that's just overkill."

The pressure released itself and subsequently filled you with disappointment, Emily clambering from you with a sickening smile.

"Really?" She questioned, blatant amusement sported upon her features, the sound of footsteps retreating as the training room gradually emptied. "Begging me to choke you in front of all of those agents, hm?"

A pitiful whine was all that you could gather, any further response thwarted by the sound of Hotch's voice as he peeped his head around the doorway.

"Take twenty," he spoke, his voice echoing out into the newfound hollowness of the space, you and Emily now the only remaining inhabitants. "Target practice is next on the agenda. We'll regroup at the range."

Emily nodded in agreement before scanning the room to assure that you were alone, panic percolating inside of you until it brimmed. You had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, left vulnerable in the desolation.

"A lot can happen in twenty minutes, pretty girl," she hummed, her mouth still corrupted by that same, sinful smirk. "I could help you out," she considered, a finger pressed to her lips, as if she was waiting to be convinced. "The question is, are you going to be quiet if I do?"

Instantly, you sucked in a breath, careful as not to solidify an unfavourable decision, the remnants of a whimper swallowed away.

"I'll be quiet, Daddy," you acceded, fighting avidly to veil your growing desperation.

The surrounding scene blurred the second the words had been uttered, the cool flooring against your back replaced by the feeling of a rugged wall. Your vision vacillated between clarity and murk, unable to shake the residual feeling of light-headedness from earlier. Two hands fisted into your vest, her strength pinning you in place as you battled to meet her gaze.

And when you did, you weakened into a state of undivided pliability. You were hers to take, she knew that.

"So fucking typical of you, isn't it, angel?" She taunted, a low chuckle expelling from her, two fingers teasing a downward stripe over your larynx and eliciting a subconscious shudder. "You just can't seem to control yourself around me, can you?"

Refuting her was a lost cause, your hunger so visceral, so blatant that you would do anything to persuade her into quelling it.

"No, I can't," you admitted, breathlessly, your focus fixed upon those trailing fingers, praying for the revival of that same crushing pressure, praying to a god that you didn't believe in if it meant you could relive that feeling of ascension. "I want you, Daddy. I need you."

Flames roared in her eyes, a searing heat radiating from her despite the heavy obstruction of clothing, her hand spreading to reprise its role around your throat. This time, the force was purposely unsatisfying, light as you sprung forward in search of more.

"You want me to choke you, baby?" She asked, almost innocently, her tongue curling against the corner of her mouth in unbridled amusement. "You want me to make you beg for air, hm? Make you forget how to breathe?"

The second you opened your mouth to formulate a response, a harshened grip unleashed itself, the sounds you had vowed to conceal blurting out into the silence.

"That's it, whine like a whore," Emily crooned, mockingly, her teeth grazing your earlobe, the vibration of her words causing shockwaves to ricochet, "you're just loving this aren't you, angel?"

Every drop of moisture drained from your mouth, your jaw slack as you struggled to will in a trace of oxygen. Emily merely smirked as you flailed in her grasp, her face dangerously close as she basked in your strife. For a fleeting moment, she released you and you exploited this scintilla of freedom to calm your burning lungs, your breath erratic, audible.

But the pressure did not let up for long, merely re-emerging in lower territories, her free hand smoothing over your pussy and inducing a loudened moan.

"Fuck."

With time stacked against you, Emily could not afford to subject you to the prolonged suffering that she loved so much, the pads of her fingers soon pressed to your folds. A menacing grin tugged at her lips, her cheeks swelling as she noted the sheer abundance of arousal. A stifled grunt exuded from her, your eyes flickering to acknowledge that she appeared to be as voracious as you were, undeniably pleased to find you drenched, delighted to be the cause of it.

"Filthy girl can't stop herself from getting wet," she growled, "so pathetic, baby."

"Daddy, please," you begged, twisting your neck against her palm in a helpless bid to coax her into compliance, "Squeeze harder."

And Emily delivered, your expectations surpassed as your eyes widened in shock, the bones in your neck appearing to rearrange from the brutality of her grasp. It was heaven and hell combined, the torturous motion of her fingers toying with your clit causing reality to elude you in its entirety. Pleasure burrowed into every pore, lungs burning for alleviation as you dragged in tiny, futile bursts of oxygen, eyes flickering as your mind soared, detached from you.

"And you thought you could overpower me?" Emily huffed out in irony, three ruthless digits shoving their way inside of you and prying your eyes wide. "Not very smart are you, princess," she gibed, her nimble fingers curling deliberately without warning, "you only think about getting fucked, huh? Mindless little thing."

The rigorousness of her action had you elevating to your tiptoes, frantic to encourage her into a deeper invasion of you. This thoughtless bliss was where you prayed to remain, to live out your days, with Emily intruding every part of you. You were positively addicted, relinquishing all control to her ministrations, a smile pinned to her lips as she denied you of breath and regifted it at her own accord.

The sound of punishing fingers wading through your arousal engulfed the quiet, joined by the shameless squeals that fled from you. The consequences of your volume would surely be rectified later, and would probably exist in the shape of Emily's hand spanking you red, raw. You didn't care, didn't have the energy inside of you to put up much of a fight now, your self-control reduced to tatters with no sign of reassembling just yet.

"Close, Daddy," you mumbled, your voice stifled, trembling. "Please."

A cloudy fuzz filled your eyes, Emily's silhouette eclipsed as you succumbed to the dizziness that lapped at you. The ceaseless pounding of her fingers kept you on the cusp of alertness, each swipe of your clit rousing your conscious mind into waking.

"Cum for Daddy," Emily cooed, her lips etching flitting kisses into your cheek, her grip on your throat loosening ever so slightly. "Good girl, cum for me, princess."

And as your climax swept you up, her hand retracted from your throat to muffle the screams that spilled, unchecked, fading against her palm as you floated away. You didn't want to return, lost amongst the stars that sparkled in your vision, shooting around until they gradually ebbed away. Emily withdrew first, suckling ardently on the arousal that covered her digits, triumph fulgurating in her orbs.

"Ready for target practice?" She questioned, cockily, studying your disheveled state with an unrivalled satisfaction. "You know, you can always sit this one out if you're not in the right... state of mind."

"Oh, I'm ready, Prentiss," you retaliated, determination falling to mask your state of disarray as you readjusted your clothing with a cunning smirk. "I just can't wait to watch you lose to me twice."

Emily paused, dumbfounded as you barged her out of the way, your shoulder purposely colliding with her. An audible scoff escaped her, frenzied footsteps soon to follow behind you.

"Okay, now you're really in trouble."

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[marasmadness]

You Were Never Not Mine

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader x Elle Greenaway

KINKTOBER FIC #2 (thank you for bearing with me)

Based on request for Emily & Elle x brat!reader with gags and vibrators.

CW: dom!Emily x switch!Elle x sub!femreader, punishment, brat taming, alcohol, vibrators, gags, cockwarming, spanking, dumbification, pet names, age gap, glimpses and hints of aftercare

Elle spun around in her chair, sensing you lingering in the doorway of her home office almost instantly. She crossed her legs and looked up at you through her painted mascara-painted lashes. “You want something.”

You sauntered in, leaning against her desk, still covered in work. ”Nope, just came in to say hello. Whatcha working on?”

She closed her laptop slightly, resting her elbows on the wooden desktop. “Prepping for an upcoming trial.” She waved her hand at the stacks of old court cases and other papers strewn across her desk. You wandered over toward her bookshelf, running your fingers across the shelves. Both Emily and Elle had offices in the house, but Elle worked in hers much more frequently, while Emily preferred to spend late nights at the office.

Elle’s style presented itself through her office. Awards littered the top shelf, and old law school textbooks were lined up across the bottom. She had a handful of pictures of herself beside you, Emily, or both. Her degrees were framed behind her desk, and on the opposite wall hung a wide variety of feminist figure posters. All her casework cluttered a good portion of her office but was neatly stacked, and she could find any paper she was looking for within a minute. She kept a singular fake plant on her desk, a gift from you since neither she nor Emily could keep a plant alive to save their lives.

“I have an idea,” you announced, circling back to right beside Elle. “How about we go out tonight?” You bit your bottom lip, swinging your legs back and forth as you sat on the armrest of her chair.

Elle gave you a look, scoffing playfully. “There's no way that’s happening after last weekend. Also, we cannot be out at a club or bar every single weekend. Not all of us are 23.”

“Oh, come on, neither of you look a day over 23.” You teased cheekily, sliding off the edge of the chair to straddle Elle’s lap.

She grabbed your hips forcefully, tugging your legs tighter around her waist. “Oh, really? Emily’s gray hair begs to differ. And I’m pretty sure most of her newest silver threads are from trying to rein you in last weekend."

“Oh, come on, I wasn’t that bad. We had fun!”

“Mhm, I’m sure Emily thought so too. With having to carry you to the car after you were so drunk, you were insisting that you couldn’t leave with us because you were waiting for your girlfriend to pick you up... The man next to us was ready to call the cops.”

“Minor error on my part, but that’s why we don’t have to tell her! She will most likely be locked up in her office tonight, and she’ll believe you if you tell her we’re going to run a quick errand, Ta-da! Problem solved.

Elle laughed, her tongue swiping across her bottom lip as her chin dropped toward her chest. “Deal, go get dressed; just don’t walk by Emily’s office wearing a skintight dress, or I have a feeling the profiler might just be able to conclude that we’re not going grocery shopping.” She tapped two fingers against your waist, and you scrambled off her, hurriedly exiting the office. Elle tidied up her desk and headed toward the guest room that mostly acted as her girlfriend's office.

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Elle was waiting for you down by the car, leaning against the driver's side door as she swung the ring of keys around her finger. “You look hot,” she murmured, snaking her hand around your waist as she sauntered around the car to open the passenger side door.

“Why thank you?" You were cut off when her lips roughly messed with yours, her hands on your waist pressing you back against the car. Elle’s hands blindly searched for the handle behind you as her tongue explored the edge of your mouth. Tugging it open, her grip tightened around your body, keeping you attached to the hip before you climbed in.

You usually frequented the same few places, staying within ten minutes of your house in D.C. and preferring familiar atmospheres. Elle placed her hand on your lower back as she guided you out of the brisk cold. A warm rush of heat hit you as you entered and your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. “Over there, open stools on the left,” she murmured in your ear, centimeters close so that you could hear her over the noise. You weaved through the clusters of people, keeping your focus tuned to where you were headed and not the faces of nearby strangers. You sat down with an excited breath of relief and turned to face Elle as she sat down to your left.

Two drinks appeared in front of you, almost like magic. It was more ominous when you realized it was both the exact drinks you and Elle ordered and that they had to have been mixed before you had even walked in.

The bartender was already half a step away from you but gestured toward the opposite end of the bar. A woman in the last seat in a suit sent them. You tipped your head out around the row of people, curious to spot the woman. Your heart dropped out of surprise, seeing a familiar face. Elle’s chin was tucked toward her chest, a shadow hiding a mischievous grin.

Emily got up slowly, sauntering over toward you. "Hi, babe,” she kissed Elle on the cheek before leaning on the bartop between you. She reached over your shoulder, her breath tickling your skin. Grabbing the stem of your drink glass, she brought the rim to your lips, tilting your chin with two fingers. You took a sip, still frozen in place, as you tried to figure out what was going on.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” She leaned in to whisper, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as she pulled away. Elle was in my office within three seconds after you stepped out of hers. It was a cute attempt though. Just don’t try it with a profiler and lawyer.”

Elle raised her glass in Emily’s direction with a chuckle. "Em, I'm thinking she didn’t really care that much if we went out. She just wanted attention. And the best way she could think of to get that was to act like a brat.” Elle cocked her head, studying your reaction, which only told her she had been right.

Emily slid herself off her stool, black heels clicking against the sticky floor beneath her. Snaking an arm around your waist, she guided you up, taking the opportunity to speak teasingly in your ear. “If you wanted us to fuck you doll, all you had to do was ask.” She straightened up without batting an eye. “Alright then, are we ready to go?”

You were hesitant to leave, but Emily’s hand on your lower back steered you in the direction of the door and back out to Elle’s car. The entire car ride was defined by anticipation that felt like teeth sinking into your neck. Emily had grabbed your hand as she entered your apartment, leading you straight to her office. “Sit,” she gestured toward a swivel chair that sat beside her desk. She left the room briefly, quickly returning to toss her jacket over the edge of her chair.

Emily raised an eyebrow at the soft smile you couldn’t keep off your face. “Don’t think you’re getting what you want. Now Elle and I still have work to get done tonight after your little stunt.” Her fingers grasped at the hem of your dress, yanking it up over your head. You shivered as our bare skin pressed against the cold leather of the chair. “Doesn’t mean we can’t entertain ourselves though.” She slipped two fingers beneath the waistband of your lace panties, biting her lip as she tugged the almost see-through fabric down slightly.

You gasped at a new sensation as her opposite hand slipped down to your pussy. The familiar feeling of Emily’s favorite vibrating egg pressed against your clit made your thighs clench. Your breath caught in your throat as Emily’s head dropped between your legs, pressing a taunting kiss to the growing damp spot on your panties before she adjusted the vibrator to a more jolting angle through the fabric.

A soft whimper left your lips as Emily returned to sit at her desk, picking up her phone. You watched curiously as she tapped away, only getting your answer to watch what she was doing when you gasped at the sudden vibrations that she had turned on. You gripped the arms of the chair tightly, trying to stay still. Emily watched you out of the corner of her eye as she started typing on her laptop. The only sign that she was still paying attention to you was the small smirk that had settled on her face.

Every few minutes Emily’s hand swept down to her phone to adjust the level, enjoying the way your teeth sank into your lip to stay quiet. “Shhh,” she stated quietly, lowering the glasses perched on her head down onto her nose. You tried to turn your attention toward her as a distraction, which was a foolish idea. The dark veins in her hand flexed against her mouse as she scrolled through pages of reports. Every few seconds, her tongue darted out to swipe across her bottom lip, or she ran her hands through her hair with a soft sigh.

You were too quickly relieved when Emily stood up, shrugging her blazer off her shoulders into the chair behind her. She tugged on the black silk tie that hung loosely around her neck, pulling it over her head. “Emily please…”

She shook her head with a laugh. “This is a punishment baby. And I need to focus.” Bending down in front of you, she wrapped the tie around your head, gagging your mouth, muffling all sounds. The steady stimulation had become slightly less pleasurable and more of a sting. Every time you came close to coming, you grew slightly quieter in hopes that your desperation would go unnoticed. It never did. Emily continuously stopped the vibrator, letting you groan, then catch your breath before it was buzzing right against your clit again. The tie in your mouth had become damp with drool from the corner of your mouth and slow tears of frustration that rolled down your cheeks.

After what felt like an eternity, Emily closed your laptop, focusing on you as she removed the gag from her mouth. She ran her thumb across your cheek, wiping up a tear.

Emily, please let me come; I’ll be good, promise.” Your voice was breathy and slightly whiny after being edged countless times.

“I know you will because you’ve learned that I like when you beg, but there’s two of us..." She held out her hand toward you, tilting her head across the hall toward Elle’s open office. Her spot behind her desk gave her a perfect view into Emily’s. Your legs were shaking as you stood, and Emily stopped you on the way out. “ Wait-” You turned around, instantly knowing what she wanted. Her palm was outstretched as you placed the panties you had been wearing in her hand, and she pocketed them. “Thank you,” she replied in a playful voice.

Elle smiled as you walked in. Her heels were kicked off underneath her desk, and she sat leisurely with her legs spread. “Come sit doll.” She tapped her thigh with two fingers, her eyes soaking in your naked body. You cautiously approached her with your hands clasped in front of you. She pulled you onto her chair like earlier, but the control you had felt was now lost as you straddled her, who was fully dressed, naked.

Her fingers closed around your wrist, guiding your hand down between her legs. You dragged your hand across the tent in the fabric of her trousers. She was already packing. With a shy tilt of your head, you leaned against her chest while playing with her zipper. “Can I?”

“Of course, love.” You eagerly unzipped her pants, releasing her thick black strap. Her hands gripped your hips tightly, stilling you. “Ah, patience. If I let you sit on my cock, you have to stay still while I finish things up.”

You pouted, draping your arms across her shoulders. “Why couldn’t you finish work while Emily was torturing me?”

Because watching you squirm was a lot more fun, and because you’re a brat.” She shot back, and she lowered your hips, moaning slightly as her cock sunk into your pussy. She left one hand resting on the warm skin of your back while she worked. Occasionally the sound of her typing would briefly cease, and her hand would softly grope your tits before you were feeling needy for her touch again. At one point you attempted to shift slightly, cunt already dripping. A sharp smack hit the flesh of your ass, sound resonating in the empty room. You yelped, dropping your head into the crook of her neck, but she didn’t acknowledge it.

“Okay love, all done.” She brought her hand to the back of your head, running her hands softly in your hair. You could’ve cried out in relief. She laughed lightly at the look on your face and gradually slid you off her strap. Picking you up, she wrapped your legs around her waist, carrying you out. “Little break and some rest, and then we can do whatever you want. If you still want to, we can go gentle.”

You nodded, knowing she could feel it against her shoulder. Emily appeared in front of you with a glass of water. ‘ Drink baby.”

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Freudian Slip - Emily Prentiss X Reader (slight former Penelope Garcia x Reader)

A/N: Listen all, my writing is cringe, but idrc because me and my friends like it, and if y’all like it, I love y’all <3<3. Also, this is a WIP that I probably won’t finish because I have no motivation to write smut right now (in kinktober too) smh 

Summary: New to the BAU and FBI in general, you find yourself infatuated with one Emily Prentiss, an older woman who coincidentally happened to be your boss. After she learns of your past experiences with Penelope, Emily becomes ecstatic to finally get what she’s been craving. 

  WC: 1444

Fresh out of the academy, you had by some miracle gotten a job at the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. When you interviewed it was with a crusty old man with no relation because of “internal politics” or something, you weren’t really listening. He seemed to like you, in more ways than one. Too bad you played softball in college, AKA you were uber gay. On your first day, you got to meet with the team and damn… you weren’t aware that a major requirement for the job was to be hot, like model hot. The Unit Chief, Emily Prentiss you think, was the hottest of them all. Besides, everyone knew you had a thing for older women, and they weren’t wrong.

For the rest of the day and well into your first case, Emily, no, Chief Prentiss she told you, monitored you heavily. The other woman Jennifer, had taken almost a maternal role with you, and it seemed to bother Emily slightly, or maybe you were being delusional. Probably that. It felt as though she didn’t trust you or welcome your presence into her team. You were determined to warm up to her no matter what it took, and you were willing to do a lot of things you weren’t exactly proud to admit. Emily… Chief Prentiss didn’t even acknowledge you unless you were making mistakes. You brought her coffee everyday for a week? Something was always wrong with it and she threw it in the garbage. Baked her banana bread? Apparently she was allergic, even though you witnessed her eat one on the previous case. Even when the team would have a group outing and you bought everyone’s drinks, Emily would pay for her own. That’s what confused you the most, you just wanted her to like you, but she seemed to loathe you. You resorted to giving her a myriad of compliments, which she typically didn’t respond to. Recently, you’d begun thinking about Emily outside of work, and the thinking turned into fantasies which typically ended with you on all fours and Emily railing the shit out of you. It also may have involved your not-so-secret mommy kink. Those thoughts plagued your mind, even when you were awake now, every time you looked at your… much older boss, you began replaying those fantasies. After being ignored again, you tried to go back to the compliment route. 

“You look amazing mom-mily…” SHIT. The topic of your most recent sexual fantasies just slipped out of your mouth without a second thought. 

“What did you say, agent?” Emily definitely heard you and had to use every ounce of control she possessed to not blush. 

“Emily. I said Emily.” You proclaim as the tips of your ears burn in embarrassment. 

“Wrong again Agent L/N. For the last time, it’s Unit Chief Prentiss.” She looked at you with fury in her gaze, and as much as you hate to admit it, that slightly turned you on.

Embarrassed now, you mumble an apology and walk to the SUV without another word. As soon as you exited the precinct, the profilers in Emily’s vicinity started howling with laughter. 

Reid was the first to speak up, “And that is what you call a Freudian slip.” Followed by a quick slap on the head with a folder of paperwork from Morgan who also began cracking jokes. 

“Enough you guys. Y/N/N didn’t mean anything by it, maybe it was an accident.” Emily stared daggers at her team from across the table. 

“First of all, Y/N/N? We’re doing nicknames now? Secondly, they did tell me they had a thing for older women. Ask Garcia, they hooked up once.” Everyone’s jaws dropped including Emily’s. Morgan looked as if he had dropped the most obvious information in the world.

Garcia had accompanied the team on this case and had walked in the moment she heard her name, but she was bewildered. “Hooked up with who??” 

“Y/N. That’s who. When were you going to enlighten the rest of us?” Emily inquired, attempting to hide her anger. 

Penelope’s face enlightened with knowing. “Ohhhh, yeah, we were really good friends in college, before I worked here.” Garcia coughed, “It might’ve also happened after, but that’s none of your business.” 

The entire team once again burst into laughter. “WHAT?! I mean… Garcia, that's unprofessional and you need to end it.” Now Emily was the one with linguistic turmoil. She had no response to your utter lack of professionalism and thought that maybe you weren’t as cut out for the job as others thought. She’d have to have a private, disciplinary meeting with you for this. 

Meanwhile, you were sitting in the SUV awaiting whatever punishment Unit Chief Prentiss had concocted for you. You had been waiting an upwards of fifteen minutes and were getting rather bored, so you decided to pull out your phone to doom scroll. A few moments pass, and your attention gets captured by a 5 Minute Crafts-esqe video. You become so enchanted that you tune out anything happening outside the SUV, which causes you to miss the fact that Emily was angrily stomping towards the SUV, and had already entered before you noticed her presence. At the sudden intrusion of your personal space, you gasped. She then snatched your phone out of your hand. 

“Emily… excuse me, Unit Chief Prentiss. What the actual fuck is wrong with you.” You said as calmly as possible with annoyance laced into your tone. You reach for your phone back when she throws it in the back seat. 

All of a sudden she got super serious, and your eyes were trained on her face trying to decipher what was happening, “Y/N we need to talk… about your extreme lack of unprofessionalism.” 

“HUH? I’m gonna need you to explain to me how I’ve been unprofessional on this case. If anyone was unprofessional, it’s you. I’m a new agent and you’re supposed to be my mentor and boss, but you’ve done nothing but demean me ever since we met, and I still put up with it every day. Do you not think I’m tired of it? I can be a bitch, rude, blunt, but unprofessional is not one of them, so you need to take a long look in the mirror because if anyone is at fault for unprofessionalism, it’s you.” You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself before looking to her for a response. 

“I’m sorry Y/N/N, I shouldn't have been treating you like that. And I shouldn’t have been so upset about you hooking up with Penelope. It’s really because I think I have feelings for you and that’s extremely inappropriate on my part and I completely understand if you don’t feel the same way.” She actually just apologized to you, and she looks genuine, you’re not sure how to take it. 

“Well, you're just full of surprises aren’t you?” Well, there goes the vulnerability and rapport from that conversation. “Sorry, I’m not good with feelings, and since we’re being honest here, I’ve fantasized about you for weeks, which is why I’ve been desperate to please you.” 

Emily’s brows shot up at your word choice, but then she was emboldened by the comment Morgan made earlier. “Eager to please huh? We’ll see about that. I have so many things I want to do to you, but we can’t in a federally owned vehicle.” She let out a dark chuckle.

You attempted to hide your giddiness at her words, opting to nod wordlessly and allow her to take you wherever she needed. She sensed the tension that overtook your body at her admission of attraction for you, so she reached over and placed her hand on your thigh to calm you down. “You need to relax sweetheart. I’m not going to bite, unless you ask me to.” With that, you relaxed under her touch and laughed along with her. Emily began the drive to the hotel, the rest of the team in tow. You reached up and turned on the scanner to ensure that even though you were about to have the most amazing sex of your life, you needed to be vigilant about the job you came to do. 

After a short drive, you arrived at the hotel and muted the scanner. “So… where do we go from here?,” you asked nervously. Emily leaned over the console and placed her hand on your cheek lovingly. 

“We can start by going inside… whatever happens after is up to you.” You nod in agreement before getting out of the SUV and going to check in to the hotel. 

[venusbyline]

Soapy ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 07, oct.

— pairing: Emily Prentiss x co-worker!reader

— type: smut, Kinktober (Criminal Minds Edition)

— kink: bath sex

— summary: You need to spend some time in the hotel bathtub to distract yourself from your broken heart. Your enemy and co-worker decides to join you.

— word count: 3.2k

— tags/warnings: kinktober 7th day, female!reader, co-worker/rival!Prentiss, bath sex, fingering, breast worship, non-consensual voyeurism, first time having sex with a woman, choking, nipple play, light degradation, praise kink, curse words, sassy!Prentiss, grumpy x sunshine, age gap (older woman/younger woman), sub!reader, dom! Prentiss, canon divergence, minor JJ x Reid, minor JJ x Prentiss, minor reader x Reid, lesbian!Prentiss, bisexual(?)!reader. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @thatredlipped-classic @purplehaze206 @ehedrick012110 @hotchsmutrecs @slutcakes00 @emma-e-a @helo1281917

— crossposting: AO3

Being paired up with Prentiss was something you always hated during every case. Sometimes you could have sworn Hotch drew the pairs falsely just to see the chaos happening on the team. The rivalry you and Prentiss created when you joined the BAU was the entire team's favorite entertainment.

Emily thought you were incompetent for the job, always too empathetic with everything and everyone, almost being like a sponge and attracting all the people's suffering onto yourself. She thought you were too unprofessional, always clinging to Reid as if you wanted to prove that you were made for each other. The similar personality, the common hobbies, the young age, the overtalking... She could barely spend two minutes by your side without rolling her eyes when you brought up a nerdy topic in the middle of the cases.

And you didn't have a very friendly judgment about Emily either. Grumpy, bossy, her sarcasm beyond measure, the way she attracted the attention of everyone wherever she went. The way even JJ seemed to chase her like a puppy. They complemented each other in a different way, and it wasn't a surprise to you when Morgan made fun of Reid that night, joking about the fact that JJ and Emily had been casually fucking for over a year.

What you took as a damn unnecessary confession, Reid felt like he'd been hit by a truck, swallowing hard as he stuttered and excused himself. The whole attitude was confusing and worrying by itself, but any mere suspicion that had been going on your head over the past months started to make sense when Morgan laughed after Spencer left, muttering something about the young man not knowing how to deal with his pathetic crush for JJ.

At that moment, you broke inside. Holding your ground until you got to your hotel room was one of the hardest things you've ever done. Your legs felt limp and your mind was spinning, a ridiculous urge to drown in your own tears as you lay in bed, sobbing softly into your pillow.

It took almost ten minutes for Emily to finally appear, frowning at the view. "You kidding me? Is there only one bed in this fucking room?" She asked, ignoring your crying and you also ignored her question, burying your face in the pillow with even more pressure than before, letting out a weak scream, mixed with anger, pain and frustration. "Damn, girl... Who broke your heart like that? You're look like a crybaby and you're almost eating our pillows. I can call the room service if you're so hungry. I bet a burger with fries and strawberry's milkshake will be tastier than that."

You just looked up and glared at her. You couldn't decide which was the worst part of all of this: Emily already knowing why you were crying or the fact that she was minimizing the situation. Before you could turn your head away and ignore her again, Emily continued.

"Seriously, are you really broken-hearted just because Reid doesn't like you the same way you like him?" She asked and you felt a pang in your heart.

"Shut up, Prentiss." You muttered with a trembling voice. Surprising you, Emily didn't laugh or even mock. She sighed loudly, mumbling something to herself before sitting on the edge of the bed you would share.

"Look, Spencer's... Complicated." Emily started and it was your turn to roll eyes, finally turning your body so you could face her better. The older agent looked at the neckline of your shirt for a few seconds before composing herself. "I'm serious. There's no point in crying over him right now. It's going to take a while for him to realize what an idiot he's being."

You huffed, crossing your arms while still lying down, looking at her with a mix of indignation and anger. "For liking JJ even though you know she'd rather fuck you?"

Emily's face paled, but she soon recovered, not wanting to show how surprised she was to see you being so direct about the usual fucking between her and the other teammate. "Y-Yes... That too." Emily stuttered in an almost cute way. "But that's not all."

You watched her with eyes still full of tears, however, now there was also confusion and curiosity there. Your brain was in a frenzy, trying to figure out what else she could be talking about.

Emily cleared her throat after a long moment of silence. "You should take a bath right now." She suggested, looking away. "Wipe those teary cheeks and get distracted by Spencer's crush on another girl."

You held back the urge to tell her to fuck off, despite knowing that behind that cold tone of voice, she was right. You urgently needed time to yourself. Maybe using the bathtub in the hotel room wouldn't be so bad after all.

You had been inside the bathtub for more than thirty minutes. The foams were decorating the water and you tried to calm down, but nothing could help much. Every time the image of Spencer invaded your brain, your fertile imagination led you to imagine him having sex with JJ.

You didn't know if she liked men too. All you knew was that JJ had an affair with Emily and Spencer had a crush on JJ. That didn't mean he was sleeping with her. Which was even worse. He could be liking a woman who didn't even like men.

Everything made you feel pathetic.

You tried rubbing your back with the sponge, but all that came out was a weak moan of pain. Your body was so tense that you could barely move your arms back. That would be the worst bath of your life, you were sure of it.

A groan escaped your lips and you leaned back against the tub, hands gripping the edges as you took a deep breath and tried hard to keep your thoughts away from JJ or Reid.

"You're overthinking." A voice was present a few minutes after you closed your eyes.

You were startled by the abrupt sound and also by realizing who owned the hoarse and at the same time sweet voice. "What the hell, Prentiss?" You exclaimed, cowering a little more under the water to avoid her seeing your naked body. "How did you get here?"

The sight of your curves didn't go unnoticed by Emily, a smirk appearing on her lips as she approached with calm steps, shrugging her shoulders. "You're the one who left the door open. I thought it was even an invitation for me to join you." She teased and you rolled your eyes, avoiding eye contact at that moment.

"I would never invite you to take a bath with me." You revealed with a colder voice than Emily was expecting, and her smirk turned into a frown again.

She poked the inside of her cheek with the tip of her tongue before scoffing. "For someone who can barely scrub their back with a sponge, you're being very picky about who can and who can't go into this bathroom with you."

You looked back at her, sighing with frustration and gripping the edges of the bathtub tighter. "Good to know you're creepy enough to watch me this whole time."

Emily laughed, shrugging and moving a little closer, until her tall body was facing your body submerged inside the water. "Oh, yeah. It's a little creepy, I admit. But watching you sponge your little pussy and shudder from such a fucking simple touch was quite a turn on." Her confession made your face redder than a strawberry. You stuttered several times before looking away, pulling yourself upright in the tub as you searched for the fluffy towel you had left somewhere. "Hey, hey, hey! I'm just kidding. Relax, girl." Emily grumbled, rolling her eyes. Her slender hands moved to your shoulders, helping you bend down into the bathtub. You swore you saw her gaze lingering too long on your soapy breasts.

You thought of some things to say, any offense or any question about the real reason she thought invading your bath might be a good idea. You had always hated each other and now she was here, looking at your wet body as if you were a work of art.

"You know, you're not that bad." Emily began, sitting on the stool directly behind the tub. You scoffed and held back from asking if she said the same passive-aggressive praise to JJ too. "I know what you're thinking."

"Do you read minds now, Agent Prentiss?" You tilted your head so you could look at her better. The sight alone made Emily bite her lip to hold back a moan. She could get an incredible glimpse of your breasts.

After clearing her throat to clear her thoughts, Emily argued. "I know you're comparing yourself to JJ."

Your face turned pale at the exactitude of what she was saying and your jaw clenched. You let out a nasal scoff, but your eyes filled with tears and you went back to playing with the bath bubbles.

The silence that emerged in the bathroom was uncomfortable for both of you, and to your surprise, Emily was the first to break it. "I can sponge your back if you want."

Your eyes widened, surprised by the suggestion. Getting to see a less evil side of Prentiss was one of the things you least expected in your entire life. You were so used to the older agent's surly manner and never thought that one day she would invite herself to help you take a bath. As awkward as the situation might be, you thought it best not to tease her, eager to see how she would deal with everything.

As soon as you handed the damp sponge to Emily, she swallowed hard, asking you to sit up straighter so she could do the task properly. The minutes passed like hours, so much so for you, who was sighing at the good feeling of having a decent massage. But also for Emily, who was already starting to regret having suggested it. Every time you sighed, she felt her heart rate increase.

"You shouldn't be sad if Reid doesn't like you." A sigh escaped your lips as soon as you heard Emily's words, feeling your neck tense again. "I'm serious."

You closed your eyes to hold back any vulnerable outbursts you might accidentally let out. So you chose to turn the matter against her. "Aren't you mad at Reid?" The question left her confused, stopping rubbing your back so she could stare at you. "He likes your girlfriend."

The words made Emily chuckle and she returned to focusing on the task, despite continuing to look at you. "JJ is not my girlfriend."

She smirked after your curious face. "What? Why the surprise? Not all the women I fuck are my girlfriends." She ran the sponge down your neck and you gasped, going back to watching the water to distract yourself from the unexpected sting in your pussy. Emily was so focused on your breasts that she didn't even seem to notice how you were sighing heavily at her touches. "JJ's an amazing woman, but I'm not looking for a relationship right now."

"Of course." You scoffed, taking a deep breath as Emily leaned in closer, lowering the foamy sponge to your collarbone, quickly stroking the opening between your breasts. "If I didn't know you any better, I'd say you were trying to have sex with me."

Emily's eyes widened and she stared at you in shock for a moment, but put on a stoic expression before saying. "Maybe." She sponged the spot a second time, enjoying watching how you squirmed at the sensation. "Would you say yes?"

You reflected on the possible pros and cons of all that. You two hated each other like cats and dogs, you could barely be near each other without losing your temper. There was a good chance the sex would be horrible and Emily would go around making fun of you with the rest of the team.

But on the other hand, you were very hurt and frustrated by the discovery of Spencer's feelings about JJ. Any casual sex would be a huge help, even if it was with the most insufferable person in the BAU.

Instead of answering verbally, you tilted your head back further, making Emily's hand slide better over your chest, your skin filling with the pink foam.

"Good girl..." Emily hissed, biting her lip, squeezing the sponge and pressing it into you more firmly. You sighed when Emily passed the object over the tip of your left breast, the gentle touch making your legs twitch in the tub.

Emily did the same with the right breast, dropping the sponge back into the water before looking at you, noting how beautiful you looked with your flushed cheeks and wet soapy breasts. "I lied. You're really quite a vision."

You smiled softly, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you hated me."

A snort escaped Emily's red lips and she ripped off her matching shirt, making you even more embarrassed to see her lack of bra, her heavy breasts so close to your face as she bent down so she could run her fingers over you neck. "I fucking hate you, sweetheart. Don't worry." She purred in your ear, while her hand applied light pressure to your throat. "That's not gonna change just because I'm about to make you cum."

You gasped at the gentle grip, but your focus shifted to her lips, so red and luscious. Emily seemed to notice your desperation, as she soon allowed you to taste them, breaking the distance between you by kissing your lips hungrily.

Then your legs tremble during the kiss. You couldn't tell if it was due to Emily's gentle bites on your lower lip, if it was due to her careful choking on your neck or if it was due to her other slender fingers that were playing with your nipples, twirling the little buds.

"E-Emily..." You moaned her name into the kiss and she chuckled softly.

"Are we on first name terms already? I thought you hated me." She teased, using your own previous words against yourself. "Just relax, sweetheart..."

She finally let go of your neck and you gasped, your lungs grateful for the air. You didn't have time to answer properly, falling silent when she began to grip your soapy breasts, enjoying the mounds and biting her lips. "Fuck... Reid has no idea what he's missing."

You frowned, not wanting to hear anything about Soencer. You wanted to pretend you weren't mad at him. You just wanted to cum and leave to deal with your feelings the next day. Then you moved your hand to Emily's breast, taking advantage of the fact that it was so close to your face. Her breasts were so heavy and beautiful that you moaned just caressing them. You had never slept with a woman before, but you were starting to understand why JJ couldn't look away from Emily's neckline whenever they were in public.

"You like them?" Emily asked with a sigh and you nodded silently, your thumbs playing with her pink nipples. "You wanna put them on your mouth?"

The question was so fucking obvious. Your mouth was watering just thinking about those delicious mounds on your lips. "God, yes... Please."

Emily scoffed at the way you begged, but did as you asked. She leaned over until her breasts were right above your face. Your underwater body arched upwards and you began licking her pointed nipple, hearing her soft moans. She gasped as you sucked on one breast and switched to the other, looking desperate like a hungry baby. "Such a good mouth..." Emily growled, looking at your body arched in the bathtub, the sight of your pussy finally appearing made her moan even more, bouncing her breast on your mouth to encourage you even more. She ran one of her hands down your belly, watching your body tremble and shiver until she touched the soft hairs on your pussy.

You squirmed slightly, removing the nipple from your lips so you could moan loudly at the unexpected sensation. The water from the bathtub made your pussy even more slippery as she rubbed your clit. “That feels so good…” You pursed your lips, trying to hold on to the tub as Emily increased the speed of the rubbing.

"I know, sweetheart... You're creaming my fingers." Emily whispered mockingly, using her free hand to press you back onto her breasts, moaning at the feeling of your warm mouth. "Have you done this before?" While you nibbled on the soft flesh of her mounds, you muttered a denial. "Fucking in the bathtub or fucking with a woman?"

Your cheeks turned red again and you opened your legs wider, allowing Emily's fingers to move down from your clit to your opening, one finger entering inside you. "Both." You muttered and she nodded, biting back a scoff that wanted to escape. She fingerfucked you a little harder, adding one more and rubbing her thumb over your pleasure spot. "You're so tight..."

You didn't know how to thank her for the praise, so you focused on sucking her nipple, closing your eyes so you could whimper muffledly every time she increased the speed of the movements, water starting to splash out of the bathtub and making a mess in the hotel's bathroom.

When Emily started fucking you faster, you felt your mind going into a state of ecstasy mixed with agony. You never felt anything like this before with another person, the boys you sporadically had sex with didn't seem to be able to fuck rough and good the same time, it was always very dull or very aggressive to the point of being painful for you. There was no middle ground. But Prentiss seemed to find the perfect formula. As you felt her add a third finger, you tried to wriggle away from her touch, the stretch now being equivalent to a thick cock.

"Just relax, sweetheart..." Emily tried to calm you down, keeping you steady with her other hand. You moved away from her chest, making a saliva noise when one of her breasts escaped from your red swollen lips. The worried look on your face softened her. "Trust me, okay?"

You wanted to defend yourself, to say that you weren't scared by the intense stretching inside your pussy, but rather by the pleasure unlike anything you had ever felt. It was all too confusing and new. "It's so good..." You practically sobbed and she furrowed for a few seconds, realizing why you were trying to distance yourself from her fingers.

"Oh, sweetheart... No cock fucked that pretty little pussy of yours so good like that?" She teased and despite knowing she would make fun of you for the rest of your life, you shook your head. "Poor little girl..." Emily scoffed, kissing your forehead and keeping to fuck you, your walls clenching around her three fingers as your clit throbbed from the friction her thumb was causing. “Enjoy it, sweetheart. You'll realize that it's not worth crying for a man if you can distract yourself by cumming in my hand."

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