#unit chief!emily

[mydearzero]

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Summary: What once was an innocent crush on a coworker quickly turned into a full blown infatuation with your boss. She could reprimand you all she wanted, but did she have to wear red while doing so?

Contents: NO Y/N, fem!Reader, BAU!reader, unit chief!Emily, SMUT, coworkers, very slight dom/sub undertones, office sex, oral sex, grinding, fingering, power imbalance (boss), canon compliant violence, If I missed any warnings please tell me!

2.8K words

it's here folks, enjoy. let's just ignore that everything about emily screams woman lover to build tension okay. this was the quickest 2.8K I've written in a long time so uh yeah do with that info what you will (I'm horny for Emily) - nik

You hadn't had the opportunity to work with Emily Prentiss before she left the team to work for Interpol. You'd only just missed each other, you joining mere weeks after she'd left. 

Her reputation preceded her. The team was overly fond of her, even after having faked her own death. You'd seen a picture here or there, but nothing could live up to the Emily Prentiss who met you in New York for the Copycat Killer case. 

She'd been in a relationship with some guy Mark, so you'd really tried to look the other way. But when Hotch went on temporary leave during the whole Scratch situation, she volunteered to rejoin. The day she stepped foot in the bullpen, you knew you were in trouble. 

You could ignore the heat rushing to your face and your hands getting clammy. You could ignore the knowing glances JJ gave you. You could even ignore the digs Luke sent your way once he'd figured out something was going on. What you couldn't ignore, however, was the story Emily was telling while having had one too many drinks. 

"-and my girlfriend at the time freaked out. I tried to tell her it was a fake, but she was already halfway to crying in my arms." 

The words repeated over and over again in your head. 

Girlfriend. 

Her. 

She. 

You could handle an unattainable crush. Hell. Who hadn't had a crush on a straight girl at least once in their life? But knowing Emily played for both teams changed things. It made your irrational feelings rational. You completely lost the ability to look her in the eyes after that. 

You tried to not let your feelings get in the way of your job. The work the BAU did was too important to let that happen. 

It didn't last long. 

An adrenaline rush got the better of you while attempting to talk down an UnSub. But what were you supposed to do? He'd held a gun to Emily's head. One wrong move and it would've been over. You couldn't take that chance. 

Your ears were ringing as tunnel vision took over. The grimy scenery of the warehouse faded into the background. The dripping of the leaking pipes was deafened by your heartbeat. The UnSub's words were drowned out by Emily's haggard breathing. She was scared. 

You did what you had to. You took the shot. The man had dropped to the floor, but not before firing a storm of bullets in your direction, only missing by a few inches. 

While you'd been lucky nobody had been hurt, the same couldn't be said about the team's reactions to your actions. The flight back to Quantico had been short but tense. You wouldn't be hearing the end of this for quite some time to come. 

Though you knew the team would be on edge around you for some time, you hadn't expected what would happen on the very next case. 

"You're off the case." Emily's words were blunt. 

"What? Why?" You questioned. You'd expected to have to take a psych evaluation. Maybe even redo your gun qualifications. But to be put on the bench? Especially on a local case? 

"We've profiled this UnSub as highly unpredictable. I can't have you take uncalculated risks in the field. I appreciate all the work you've done so far, but this is where I need you to step back." Emily looked apologetic. 

"The last case was different! I can stay back here with Penelope. Just let me help, Emily, please," you pleaded. Damn your inability to be mad at her. You couldn't, not when she wore that damn red top that complimented her complexion (and boobs) so well. 

"I'm sorry. We'll talk when we get back." 

Penelope wouldn't let you into her office, so you resorted to catching up on paperwork at your desk. You could've left and taken this as a sign to get some free time. Yet you stayed right there, waiting. 

When Penelope finally left her office with her stuff, ready to go home, you knew the case was over. She asked you to late dinner, but you declined, waiting for the rest of the team to arrive. She waved a short goodbye before stepping into the elevator, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more. 

It wasn't long before the elevator moved again, doors opening to reveal Emily Prentiss. Just Emily Prentiss. You frowned as she walked into the bullpen, nodding at her office, signalling you to follow her. 

"Where's the rest?" You wondered, walking through the door and taking a seat across from the desk. Emily shut the door and turned to close the shutters. 

"I sent them home. We'll debrief in the morning," was all she said. 

She gestured to the chair across from hers. You sat, unsure of what to expect next. 

"I think we need to talk about what happened in New York," Emily left it an open statement. She obviously expected you to do the talking. 

"I'm aware my actions didn't look thought through. And maybe they weren't. But I was worried about what he would do to you," you were honest about what had gone down. 

"Worried or not, there are protocols we need to follow. You put everybody in that room in danger by making that choice. How is that any better than having me potentially get shot?" 

You really tried to focus. It was a serious and consequential discussion. But it was at that moment you realized you'd never actually been alone with Emily. You rubbed your hands on your thighs, trying to rid them of their clammyness and the tension that built in your body. 

"I don't know," was your final reply. A weak one, at that. Emily searched your face for answers. She noted the sheen covering your skin and dilated pupils. You felt scrutinized under her gaze. She squinted, slowly leaning back and crossing her arms. 

You hadn't meant to look, but the action brought the red top back to your attention. Your eyes dropped to Emily's cleavage, if only for a second. Your mouth went dry as they quickly snapped back up to meet her now amused ones. A coy smile crept onto her face. Emily took a deep breath before speaking again. This time, you knew better, only looking in your peripheral at how her chest raised and fell. 

"You know, earlier, you mentioned the last case was different. How come?" Emily inquired. She'd caught that, huh? You felt trapped as you figured she'd deduced the real reason for your careless actions.  

You didn't speak as Emily rose from her chair, taking slow strides around the desk. She placed a hand on your shoulder, standing behind you and leaning over the other. Goosebumps raised on your arms as you felt her warm breath against your collar. 

"I think I know," she whispered in your ear. You unconsciously craned your neck, allowing her more access. Your heart beat rapidly. The hand on your shoulder slowly trailed down your arm, rubbing up and down. 

"Would you have taken the shot if it had been JJ? Or Spencer? Or maybe you would've taken it if it were Garcia. You're such great friends, after all," Emily's tone was taunting. The rising temperature of the room was quickly becoming unbearable. 

Her free hand reached for your chin, turning your head to face her. She cupped your cheek gently, admiring the sight of your desperation. She'd barely even touched you. Barely implied anything. 

"Is this what your strange behaviour lately has been about?" Emily asked. You bit your lip, not saying a word. She clicked her tongue, getting annoyed at your lack of response.  

"Is this not what you want?" She walked around the chair, standing in front of you. You couldn't give in. You wouldn't be able to stop. Not if she gave you a taste. Your hands remained firmly planted by your side as Emily did the unthinkable. She put her hands on your shoulders and draped her legs over yours, straddling you. Your eyes closed at the sensation of having her so close. 

The weight of her ass on your thighs was delectable. Her hands trailed down your arms, stopping when they rested on yours. She leaned forward, and you had to suppress a groan at the feeling of her chest pushing against yours. She took your hands and brought them around herself, planting them firmly on her bottom. Your entire body was on fire. 

"Look at me," Emily's voice was sultry. You opened your eyes tentatively, immediately dropping them to her lips, which were now dangerously close to yours. She didn't hesitate, kissing you roughly. Her hands came up to cup your face. You finally gave in, properly holding her on your lap as she fervidly kissed you. 

You moved your mouth away from hers, kissing down her jaw and sucking harshly at the skin of her neck. A timid moan came from her lips. You'd never heard a more beautiful sound. Her fingers started unbuttoning your blouse as you continued your attack, creating blemishes that contrasted with her pale skin. Once she got the blouse off, Emily's hands fondled your breasts roughly. 

"Shit, Em..." You sighed. You leaned back against the chair, admiring Emily in all her glory. 

"You look so fucking good in red, you don't even know," you groaned, tugging at the bottom of her shirt. 

"I do know," Emily raised her arms, allowing you to pull the shirt over her head. "That's why I wear it." 

"You drive me crazy, Prentiss," you finally admitted. 

"I think I know the feeling," Emily moaned, taking your hand and crudely stuffing it down her pants. Luckily the waistband was elastic, allowing you to feel the dampness of her underwear as you manoeuvred your wrist to cup her pussy. 

"Fuck... You don't know how many times I've imagined feeling your pussy," you confessed. "I've dreamt of the things I'd do to you." 

Emily groaned as you pushed her panties to the side, feeling the wetness against your fingers. The positioning of your hand might've been awkward, but you didn't care. Emily opted to go for another kiss as you started rubbing her clit. 

The soft noises she made while her tongue was in your mouth were otherworldly. Her hips ground against your hand, desperate for more friction. 

Emily hooked her fingers into the cups of your bra, not bothering to unclasp it, simply tugging them down to free your tits. She left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest before taking a nipple between her teeth. 

"Fuck- Emily," you whine. She brought her hand up to your other breast, pinching and biting your nipples in tandem. You retaliated by finally circling your fingers over her entrance, pushing two inside. 

"Oh! Ah- Fuck," Emily exclaimed, throwing her head back. You curled your fingers in the way you did to yourself while thinking of her late at night. Emily reached behind her, placing her hands on the edge of the desk, creating more space for you to do what you had to. 

Emily was becoming less coherent with every pump of your fingers. Your thumb hit her clit harshly with every thrust inside her pussy. Just seeing her come undone like this, on your lap, by your hand, was enough for you to drench your own underwear.

You brought your unoccupied hand to her naked waist, admiring her figure. You couldn't believe you got to see her like this after all this time you spent pining. Her eyes were closed as her chest heaved with heavy breaths. 

"Fuck, don't stop," Emily moaned. Her jaw was slack. Her knuckles turned white as her grip on the desk tightened. You felt her walls constrict around your fingers. You curled them in a come hither motion as you circled her clit with your thumb. 

Emily's arms shook as her moans turned into high-pitched whines, signalling she was getting close. 

"Shit! Oh my god," She exclaimed, followed by a loud moan of your name. It was like music to your ears. 

She rode out her high as she gushed around your fingers. Your free hand drew soothing patterns on her hip, working her through her climax. 

You carefully withdrew your hand from her panties, bringing your fingers to your mouth and sucking them clean. Emily let herself fall back forward, no longer having the strength to hold up her upper body with her arms. 

She took your fingers from your mouth, wrapping her lips around them and sucking seductively. She released them and pushed herself off your lap, tugging you up from your seat. She switched your positions, pushing you against the desk before getting on her knees. 

Emily reached for the button on your pants, undoing it and tugging it down. She tapped your ankle, signalling you to step out of them and spread your legs. It was a bit awkward with your shoes still on, but you made it work. Her fingers left a trail of goosebumps in their wind as she traced them up your leg to your inner thigh. 

She followed the path she'd just drawn with her mouth, hooking her teeth in the waistband of your underwear, laughing as she tugged them down. You smiled at her antics. 

Her mouth returned between your legs, licking a hesitant stripe between your folds. The kitten licks to your clit drove you crazy. 

"Fuck, please, Em," you begged, bringing your hands to her hair. You couldn't feel more lewd, tits out in your boss's office, said boss between your legs eating you out. The scandal of it all only turned you on even more. 

"Can't believe you put your whole job on the line-," Emily scoffed between licks. "-just because you wanted some pussy." 

"Not just some pussy," you moaned as she sucked on your clit. "Yours." 

"Such a horny little thing for your unit chief," Emily mumbled. The vibrations of her words added to your pleasure. 

Your grip on her dark locks tightened as she fucked your entrance with her tongue expertly. You had to put all your weight against the desk to stop your knees from buckling.

"F-fuck, Em. Oh my god," you groaned as she added her fingers to the mix. 

You dared to look down, only to be met with the finest sight the world had to offer. Emily gazed up at you through her lashes, dark eyes blown wide and amused. You could see her free hand was between her legs, stroking herself at the same rhythm she had with her mouth on your cunt. 

God, did you wish you had Reid's memory right about now. 

You didn't know how much longer you could last. Having had the pleasure of feeling her around your fingers, witnessing her expression as she came. It was enough to have you teetering on the edge. 

"Ah, fuck. I'm close," you whimpered. Emily moaned loudly, her pace increasing. Your hips bucked against her mouth, chasing the pleasure. Her hands came up to your sides, holding you in place. 

You had to withhold from forcefully pushing her head closer, desperate for more pressure, more friction, more more more. 

You balled your fists, throwing your head back. The knot in your abdomen tightened, threatening to snap any second. 

"Oh- shit, please." 

"Come for me." It was like she'd pressed a magic button, your climax immediately upon you as she spoke the words. 

"Emily!" You came with a loud cry, grinding your hips against her mouth. It was mindblowing. You'd never come that hard. Emily helped you ride out your high, careful to not overstimulate you. 

She rose from her position on the floor, hands never leaving your body as she got back on eye level. You searched her face for regret as both of you stood there, taking in the situation and catching your breath. 

She leaned in, placing a tender kiss on your lips. You smiled, kissing her back passionately. She helped you redress your upper body, all while never breaking the kiss. 

You separated to pick up your respective discarded pieces of clothing. The atmosphere was light. There was no unresolved tension as you had expected. A mutual understanding had been created. 

Emily grabbed her stuff and walked with you down to the bullpen. "Dinner tomorrow, my place," she ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," you agreed, putting your things in your bag. 

"For now, go get your go bag out of your car," she instructed, locking the door to her office. 

"Why?" You asked as you walked with her to the elevator. 

"Because you can return the favour and have an early appetizer in my bed tonight." 

[dykeforhire]

I Wanna Be Your Dog

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x afab!reader

Description: a night out with the team and a hurricane shot strikes up some interesting experiences between you and Chief Prentiss.

Warnings: (18+) Smut (rough sex, choking, hair pulling, spitting, slapping, strap-sucking), dirty talk, use of she/her pronouns, pet names like good/pretty girl, etc but no full on descriptors.

Playlist: I Wanna Be Your Dog - Joan Jett, Mars needs guitars - Voodoo Gurus

Word count: 13k (sorry not sorry<3)

Read on ao3 | Masterlist

A/n: FINALLY ITS HERE!! enjoy;)

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It’s been a grueling week for the entire team. 

The last case was long and exhausting, a seemingly never-ending chase. That is until they finally caught the break they needed to take him down. It was like a tidal wave of relief had crashed over the team. And so, that is how you and the ladies ended up at a bar in town, huddled around a table in the corner of the room, passing around jokes and playing ridiculous games that co-workers most definitely should not play together. But tonight, you are all simply close friends.

“Okay, okay- Y/n! How about you?” JJ quipped playfully from the other side of the table, her warm, blonde locks tousled messily over her shoulder. “What is your craziest sex story?” 

You flush slightly under the gaze of your intrigued co-workers, eyes falling to the half-empty glass in your hand. “Oh man, I don’t know…” You tipped your head back in thought, gazing up at the ceiling with a squint. 

“When I was a teenager, I had this girlfriend…” You laugh at the ridiculous memory. “She’s a sweet girl, but she’s from a pretty religious family. And one time, when we were y’know… doing it in her bedroom, her mom walked in on me laid out over the desk with her daughter's head between my legs…” You heard a couple of gasps from around the table, followed by laughter.

“And her mother genuinely screamed and ran! I had to jump out her bedroom window half-naked!” You motioned dramatically with your hands, before sipping on your drink.

“Oh my GOD, Y/n!” JJ guffawed, tossing her head back in laughter. 

“That’s- oh my, I don’t think I’d be able to live after that!” Penelope sits stunned next to you, her bracelets clinking together as she shifts to face you, her hand landing on your shoulder.

“Yeahh… safe to say I never saw her again.” You chuckled. “Her mom sent her off to some private academy the next week, and the last I heard from her was in a letter she wrote, stating she found god and that I should repent too!” Your eyes widen for dramatic effect as you lean back in your chair, tilting it on its hind legs.

“Oh Jesus…” Tara mumbled, a low chuckle rumbling from her chest as she took a swig from her beer.

“Never again with the religious girls…” you shake your head, laughing to yourself silently.

“Unless they’re ex-religious! Those are the interesting ones…” JJ raises her finger in the air, giving you a bright smile. You can’t help but raise your brows at the response, a small smirk pulling at the corner of your mouth as you give her a curious look.

“Are you insinuating something, JJ?” Your voice is low, your finger drawing circles over the rim of your drink.

“No! No… I’m one of them! I also just know a few things I shouldn’t about some people…” Her eyes drift conspicuously over toward Emily's shadowy figure in the corner of the table.

All eyes shift to her and Emily looks up from her lap, presumably fiddling with her cuticles. Her dark eyes, almost black in the low lighting, and her strong shoulders are sharply accentuated by the fitted blazer she has on.

You can’t deny the ridiculous crush you have on the Unit Chief. Ever since you met the woman upon her return from Interpol, you’d developed quite the infatuation. 

You’re entranced by the way she carries herself with such effortless confidence. The way her dark hair frames her gracefully (and very attractively) aged face, the way she handles a weapon, and the way she takes complete control over a situation fills you with a quiet aching that so desperately itches to be taken care of.

“What?” Emily deadpans, her perfect brows arching while her eyes search the faces of the table for an answer.

“Nothing, just JJ insinuating that you’re a freak in the sheets.” Penelope chirps. Emily rolls her eyes, her thumb and middle finger squeezing at her temples as she lets out a sigh.

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t discuss my personal life at the table, Jayje.” She gives JJ a pointed look. 

“It’s just the topic of conversation, Em. I didn’t say anything, just made a comment.” JJ waves her hands in the air in sarcastic defense, shooting the ravenette a cheesy smile.

You know the women have been close friends for ages, but their banter seems to strike a faintly jealous nerve in your stomach. Do they have history? Or are they just so close that they know intimate details about each other's sex lives?

Either way, you didn’t really want to find out.

“I’m not very in favor of sharing details regarding my intimacies with other women… that’s strictly between them and myself.” Emily shifts so her arm could rest comfortably over the back of her chair. The buttons of her blouse pull tought with the position, showing a sliver of her milky chest.

Your eyes linger there for a moment, and upon their return to Emily’s face, her eyes are already locked on you. A smirk tilts the corner of her mouth, minuscule enough that you almost don’t notice it.

Chest thick with embarrassment, you turn your gaze away. A flush prickling over your skin.

“Oh! Let’s go dance!” Penelope suddenly blurts beside you, her hands tapping excitedly at your shoulders as she hops up from her chair.

The bass of the music buzzes through your bones as Penelope practically drags you to the cramped dance floor. 

You crane your neck to see if the others are following, you find Tara and JJ practically shoving Emily along. Her boot-clad feet shuffle across the floor as she moves, while a contradictory smile curls across her lips. You notice she’s shed the blazer, leaving her in a simple pair of black slacks and a matching button-down.

The air is cloudy and thick with the smell of sweating bodies and cologne. Penelope finds a decent-sized hole in the crowd and pulls you in, twirling you around as she begins dancing. You can’t help but laugh and wrap your arms around her, swaying back and forth in a soft embrace.

JJ’s hand suddenly cuts between you two, her cheeks glowing with the strength of her smile as she worms into Penelope’s space, bumping you out of the way with her hip.

You see Tara moving in closer to JJ and Penelope, but Emily is nowhere to be found. Your eyes scan the crowd, hoping to spot her head above the rest. Without luck, you begin dancing alone but close to the others. 

A pair of hands squeezing at your waist from behind causes you to jump. Quickly, you spin around, ready to confront whoever it is. 

Unsurprisingly, it’s a man you hadn’t seen, his face dripping with a thick layer of sweat. You could smell the liquor on him as he tried to pull you closer. Your fingers claw at his wrists in attempts to free yourself but to no avail.

He smiles eerily down at you, as your hands press against his damp chest, attempting to create enough distance to break away.

“Let g-” you start, but your demand is cut off when the man is aggressively shoved away from you. His arms clamber at the nearby bodies of strangers as he falls backward, inevitably landing on the floor despite his attempts to balance himself.

You jump back, wrapping your arms around yourself as you turn to greet your hero. 

And of course… It's Emily. And God, does she look hot when she’s mad.

Her face is red with anger as she brushes past you, standing over the man all while clawing at his shirt, her arms flexing under the material of her blouse as she lifts his torso from the ground, landing a solid punch across his nose before pulling him in close and shouting something illegible in his face. 

Your mouth hangs agape as the man wiggles away from her sheepishly, his eyes wide with fear and nose leaking blood as a few burly bar employees rush in and drag him outside.

She flashes her badge as one strides in her direction, waving him off.

When Emily turns back to you, the veins in her neck are bulging, pumping adrenaline throughout her body. Her eyes find yours immediately, big and full of concern. Her hands find you next, wrapping delicately around your biceps and pulling you against her chest.

Your limbs fall languidly around her waist as you lean against her. Her warm scent fills your senses as you take a deep breath, calming the incessant beating of your heart.

She smells like clean laundry and sweet shampoo, mixed with the heady essence of sweat that clings to the back of her neck. It’s intoxicating.

Your eyes scan the room in a daze of shock as Emily strokes the side of your head. But deep within you, something is crackling into a blaze– like the pit of a volcano that some delinquent teenager kicked a rock into. 

There was just something so attractive about her protecting you like that. Putting herself in harm's way, practically mauling that man for putting his hands on you.

You see Penelope shuffling into your line of sight, her warm hand reaching out to cup your cheek as her eyes worry over you. Emily pulls back from the hug, a hand sliding to rest against your trap, squeezing the muscle lightly as she watches your interaction with Penelope. 

“Oh, my sweet, Y/n! Are you okay? That was insane!” The woman crowds you, checking over your skin for any sign of blemishes. 

“Yeah, yeah, Pen. I’m okay…” Your gaze flicks over to Emily, her eyes already fixated on you. The darkness of her irises still glints with that mixture of anger and concern. She slips her hand from your shoulder, you almost protest the removal and reach for her again. But you don’t.

“Oh good. The audacity of men! Thank god Emily caught that!” Penelope sighs frustratedly, her palms cupping your jaw while her thumbs brush over your flushed cheeks.

“Yeah- thank you… Emily. Really.” Your eyes find her again, smiling shyly as she nods curtly in acknowledgment.

“It’s no problem. That douchebag needed a reality check and I was happy to give it to him.” She chuckles, showing off that infamous smile of hers. 

You can’t help but grin back at her, laughing softly as the image of Emily taking a man nearly double her size to the ground replays in your mind.

“My knight in shining armor.” You give Emily a pout, reaching out to punch her shoulder teasingly.

“Don’t flatter yourself too much now…” she scoffs. “Come on… I’m gonna get you a drink.” 

Before you can respond, Emily starts towards the bar. You give Penelope a quick smile, reassuring her and the others that you’re alright before quickly following after the older woman.

You find her perched against the countertop, resting one of her feet on the foot-rail. The sleeves of her blouse are rolled up to her elbows, her forearm muscles twitching deliciously as she reaches for her drink.

“Hey…” you settle in next to her, your arm brushing against hers with the closeness.

“Hey, you.” Emily smirks. “What are you drinking? Want a shot?” She looks at you excitedly, her brows jiggling as she flags the bartender down with a wave of her finger.

“Oh Christ... I don’t think I can stomach more shots. Water will do just fine.” You laugh, shaking your head. Emily nods in acknowledgment, repeating what you said to the man behind the bar.

“Thank you…” You give her a soft smile, fingers tapping anxiously on the mildly sticky wood of the bar. The feeling of being so close to Emily wracking your body with a sort of nervous energy. You could smell her perfume lingering in the humid air, a sense of groundedness within the unruly scene. 

“No problem.” Emily smiles at you over the lip of her drink, her nose crinkling as she takes a slow sip. 

The pair of you sit in a mildly uncomfortable silence while you wait on your drink, butterflies swimming in the pit of your stomach. 

You admire the way Emily’s skin glows in the low light of the bar, the faint colors from the dancefloor reflecting a warmer tone onto her porcelain complexion. With a flick of her chin, Emily’s thick locks whirl over her shoulder, giving way to the soft curve of her jawline. 

You’re pulled out of your trance when the bartender places the drink in front of you, which you immediately pick up and take a long sip. Emily studies you with an amused expression, her head tilting as she turns and leans her side against the counter.

“Ahh, refreshing.” you sigh, placing the glass on a napkin.

“Yeah?” Emily feigns a concerned look. “Are you sure you’re alright? I can get you a ride home if you-”

“Yes- sorry… I’m fine, nothing I haven’t seen before.” you flash her a tight-lipped smile as you reach for your drink again. 

“Well...” Emily’s warm hand reaches out, her palm rubbing over your tricep. “If you ever happen to encounter a guy like that ever again, just know you can always count on me to take care of it.” 

You can’t help the giggle that erupts from your chest. A blush spreads over your face as you shy away from her gaze, your full attention on watching the condensation drip from your glass.

“What?” Emily gives you a questioning arch of her brow.

“Oh- it’s nothing…” you brush her off, looking down at the amber liquid swirling in your glass.

“It’s obviously not nothing, you’re acting funny.” She chuckles, scooting a bit closer to you and resting her elbow on the bar top, somewhat trapping you in place. “What’s on your mind?”

“Oh god…” you sigh, a flush creeping up your cheeks as you place the cup down and hide behind your hands. “You getting all aggressive when that guy was on me was kinda… y’know…” you peek over at Emily through parted fingers.

She has a sarcastically confused but prideful grin on her face, dark eyes raking over your body as she steps even closer.

“Was what?” Emily leans in, her hip resting against your own. “I’m not sure what you mean.” She tilts her chin at you, her tongue poking through her teeth suggestively as she speaks.

“I think you do, Prentiss… you’re a profiler AND you have eyes.” You scoff, downing the rest of your drink– a slight relief from the dryness in your throat.

“I might have an idea, but…” her eyes leave you for a moment, glancing at the crowd, before leaning in so close her lips brush against the shell of your ear. “I want to hear you say it.”

Emily’s voice is molten against your skin, sending a shiver throughout your entire body. When she pulls away, it’s only by a few inches, her eyes trained heavily on you. Your eyes dart between hers for a moment, and you can feel the thick warmth pooling in your gut as she watches you. 

“It was really hot.” You state bluntly, a bit unsure of where the sudden courage stems from, but it leaves your mouth without a second thought. There’s a sparkle in Emily’s eyes when she hears those words, her small smirk growing once again.

“That wasn’t so hard, hm?” She reaches up to brush the loose hairs from your shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You blush even harder as her hand gently cups the back of your neck.

“I bet…” her thumb presses into the soft flesh below your ear. “You would do whatever I told you to…” Her bottom lip glistens as she glides her tongue across the skin before pulling it between her perfect teeth.

You watch her thoughtlessly, eyes following the movement of her mouth as you struggle to find any semblance of a response. A bit stunned by how forward she’s being, but by no means opposed.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” She cups your jaw, and you nearly moan aloud at the contact mixed with her words, successfully stifling it down to a hardly innocent whimper.

“Oh, she likes that…” Emily beams, her hand trailing underneath your chin to aim it towards her. “Hmm, let’s see… and how would she feel about being my good girl tonight?” 

You’re quite mortified by the statement internally, not in a bad way, of course— but it doesn’t show. Never in your wildest dreams would you think something like this would ever happen, especially since she is your boss. The same boss that you’ve been pining after for months. 

“Yes…” your voice is nearly a whisper, leaning desperately into her warm touch. Emily smiles proudly in the wake of your response.

“Hmm, well… why don't you start by dancing with me?” She squeezes your jaw before releasing it roughly. You let your head fall to the side as she downs the remainder of her drink. A dopey grin crosses your face as you look back at her through fluttering lashes.

“Come on, this is a good one…” Emily chuckles, gripping your clammy hand and tugging you back to the dancefloor.

[So messed up, I want you here]

The heavy sound of guitar fills your ears, you recognize the song instantly; I Wanna Be Your Dog by Joan Jett– of course, Emily loves this song. 

[And in my room, I want you here]

Emily wraps her arm around your waist tightly, pulling you flush against her body as she sways with the music. You let your arms wrap around her neck, fingers tangling into the hair at her nape as you lean into the embrace. 

Emily smiles down at you, and it's like there is no one else in the room. It feels like your skin is burning and you couldn't be happier (and hornier). 

[yeah, and now we’re gonna be face to face, ugh]

“You're beautiful, I hope you know that” You flush at the compliment, burying your face into her shoulder as your bodies twist together to the rhythm of the music. 

“Thank you. You’re really really gorgeous.” Your nose brushes against the soft skin of her neck as you return the compliment. You feel her finger looping through your belt loop, just barely grazing the curve of your ass. She chuckles and you can feel the vibrations from her chest against your own.

[And I’ll lay right down in your favorite place]

“Yeah! You know where that is!” You sing along to the song with a smile, pulling away from Emily and spinning around, your ass brushing against her front as you gyrate against her.

[Now I wanna be your dog!]

Emily's hands settle low on your hips, the tips of her fingers digging into your upper thigh. You feel her hot breath tickling the back of your neck, soon followed by the subtle brush of her lips. 

[Now I wanna be your dog!]

You let your head fall back onto her shoulder, mouth falling open as she places a full-fledged kiss on the hot skin. Your hands settle atop hers, letting her wrap around your waist tighter.

[Now I wanna be your dog! Ow!]

“Oh, fuck…” you whimper as she nips at the shell of your ear, her hands gripping tightly over the muscle of your hip, shooting sparks of heat straight to your core.

You can hear her raspy chuckle, and you can already see the smug face she’s wearing in your head. You spin out of her grasp again– she follows along, twirling you a few times before pulling your front against her.

[Ooh, give it to me] 

“Ooh, give it to me.” you sing in unison with the song, smirking up at Emily as she growls in response. Practically eating you alive with her eyes, and god you wish she would.

“You’re naughty…” Emily’s hands slip into your back pockets as her thigh shifts between your legs, pulling you in. To surrounding eyes, the move might simply look like dancing with a girlfriend, but you both know that isn’t the case. Especially with the soft moan that slips from your throat as she flexes subtly, the hard muscle pressing against your center through the fabric of your jeans.

[Now I’m ready to close my eyes]

“Jesus, Emily…” You meet her dark gaze with hooded eyes, nails clawing at her shoulders for stability.

[Now I’m ready to close my mind]

“What, baby?” Emily’s voice is low, if it weren’t for the closeness you wouldn’t have heard it. Her nose brushes against your cheekbone, her breath hot against your skin. You shiver, preening at the use of the pet name.

[Now I’m ready to feel your hands]

“I think… I think we should go somewhere…” you practically pant into her ear, her hands pressing your pelvis into her harshly.

“So needy already, hm?” Emily murmurs, her body swaying to the music.

[Lose my heart on the burning sands, ugh!]

“Yes…” your nails press into the base of her skull, the sharpness makes her hiss.

“You’re gonna have to tell me what you need, or you won’t get anything at all…” Emily’s eyes scan the crowd once again, watching as the team dances, off in their own worlds. You can only whimper in response.

“Although… the idea of letting you stew, all hot and bothered, suffering through seeing me tomorrow and thinking about what I could do to you, does sound quite enticing…” She presses her cheek against yours, her canines grazing the flesh.

“Please…” You’re practically falling at her feet, breathless and desperate for mercy. Desperate for anything she could give you.

“Please what?” 

“Please… I need you.” You pull back for a moment, meeting her eyes with a daring glance. There’s a flash of something deep within her irises, dancing beneath her long lashes.

Emily smirks, studying you for a beat before one of her hands reaches up to brush a few stray hairs from your face, trailing over your cheek and neck before settling against your collarbone.

“There you go…” the lines of her eyes crinkle as her smile widens, her thumb dipping into the hollow of your throat.

[Now I wanna be your dog!]

“Now I wanna be your dog…” you sing quietly, eyes never faltering from hers as a silent declaration.

Emily pulls her lip between her teeth, her palm sliding up your lower back. There’s a faint flush creeping up her exposed chest, you want so badly to press your lips against it. Feel the heat of her soft skin.

“You’re heading into dangerous territory, agent…” Her hand grips at your waist, squeezing just enough for you to let out a quiet yelp.

“I’d like to think I’m well prepared… Chief.”

Emily holds your gaze, just smiling down at you darkly. For a moment it looks kind of like she’s about to lean in and kiss you, but the moment is swiftly whipped away when Penelope makes a sudden appearance.

“GUYS! They’re doing hurricane shots at the bar!! You have to watch!” She babbles excitedly, pulling you and Emily apart and dragging you to the bar.

Emily shoots you a glance, a shocked expression crossing her features. You chuckle, shaking your head as you let yourself get dragged across the room.

The bar is crowded with rowdy patrons as they all watch the bartender climb atop the bar, sitting in front of the eagerly awaiting young man.

His cheeks are flushed a deep shade of crimson as the woman leans in to make sure he’s ready, when he nods there is a roar of cheers and a sea of phones being whipped out to record the interaction.

“Oh my gosh, this is so exciting!!” Penelope squeals, jumping up and down and clutching at your arm.

You look over at Emily with an excited smile, she winks causing you to look back in the direction of the bar.

There’s a short countdown before the man quickly shoots back the shot, lowering his hands to brace himself as the bartender unfurls the cup of water over his face and lands a sharp slap across his jaw.

“Ohhhhh!!” The crowd whoops, bursting out in laughter and cheers as the man flushes impossibly deeper, stumbling out of his stool towards his cheering friends with a cheesy grin.

“Jesus…” Emily murmurs, looking at you and Penelope with a shocked expression, “She did not hold back.”

“I would so do that.” You say aloud before you even realize what you’re confessing.

Penelope turns to you, aghast but intrigued, a bright smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“You should do it! Tonight! Oh my god, let’s do it now!” Penelope jumps up and down excitedly, hands gripping your shoulders as she shakes you.

“Oh man, I don’t know… I’m not sure how I feel about a stranger slapping me.” You tilt your head in contemplation.

“I’ll do it,”  Emily turns toward you, a smirk playing over her lips. “If they even allow that.”

You see a flicker of something behind her eyes, and you are so very interested in what it might be. 

Penelope grows even more excited at her statement, gripping both of your arms and giggling adorably. 

“Oh my gosh, guys… this is going to be so good,” the blonde beams, tugging you and Emily under her arms in a side hug. “You both are freaks... But I love ya!”

“You really wanna slap your subordinate across the face, Prentiss?” You challenge her, chewing at your bottom lip. “In public, nonetheless?”

Emily sighs, letting out a low chuckle. “I am not your boss tonight, Y/l/n… this is just fun between friends.” You notice the flush creeping up her neck as she speaks, and her eyes glistening with the unmistakable sheen of arousal. 

“If you say so…” you smirk, your pointer finger prodding at her waist from behind Penelope’s back. 

Penelope shrieks, dragging you and Emily towards the others.

“Guys! Y/n’s gonna do the hurricane shot with Emily!!” She announces, which grabs a few shocked expressions from the rest of the team.

“Oh, yeah?” JJ gives Emily a suggestive look, arching a brow.

“Yeahhh…” you and Emily say in unison, glancing at each other crookedly.

“Well let’s do it then! I’ll grab some shots and water.” Tara waves her hands up excitedly, stepping off towards the bar.

You stand between Penelope and JJ shyly, your fingers suddenly becoming very interesting.

“Alright… two shots and two waters.” Tara places the tray on the table. “If you guys are gonna do this I wanna see it both ways.”

Your eyes widen at the thought of slapping Emily back, but you most definitely aren’t turned off by the idea. Matter of fact, the idea turns you on… quite a bit.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Emily questions you earnestly, but you can still see the excitement in her eyes as she gets closer.

“Yes. I’m sure.” You hold her gaze longer than you should, just staring. With a nod she steps back, picking up one of the shots before handing the cup of water to you.

“I’ll go first… ready?” She plants her feet on the floor and lowers herself slightly so you can angle yourself better.

“As I’ll ever be…” you laugh as you stand in front of her, readying yourself.

Penelope stands to the side counting down as Emily puts the glass to her lips, when she reaches one, Emily tosses it back as fast as possible, relaxing the muscles of her face in preparation for the incoming slap.

You toss the water at her as soon as her mouth is closed, hesitating momentarily before landing a solid crack just above her jaw.

The group cheers and Emily’s eyes shoot open wide, immediately connecting with yours with a groan. Her black irises gleam dangerously as a welt the shape of your hand forms over her cheek.

“Whew!” Emily shakes herself out, putting the glass back on the table and picking up the water for herself.

“You good?” Tara asks, knuckles pressing into Emily’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m great… that was nothing.” She scoffs. “You hit like a little girl.” 

“Your face says otherwise…” you tease, eyes raking over the red splotch once again.

“Whatever…” Emily rolls her eyes, raising her palm to the side of your head to guide her aim. 

Penelope starts the countdown once again, and you’re shuddering in anticipation, planting your toes and raising the shot glass before tossing it back on the count of one.

The icy water hits you before you even have the chance to fully swallow, and the singe of Emily’s palm against your cheekbone brings tears to your eyes.

Not because you were actually in tremendous pain, it hurt, but that’s simply your body's natural reaction to the deliciously overwhelming nature of what just happened. 

And to be quite honest, you would let her do it again.

You can hear the faint laughs and cheers of the people around you as your mouth falls open, releasing a thick breath as you squint up at Emily through dripping eyelashes. 

Her brows hold a bit of concern in their creases, but the smirk she’s wearing says otherwise. She knows you liked it. 

“That was fun, wow-” You wipe the water from your face, tapping gently at the stinging skin of your cheek. “I think I’m done for the night now…”

“Yeah, I think it’s time we all cool it…” JJ steps behind you, squeezing your shoulders as Penelope hands you a few napkins to dry yourself.

“We all do have to be at work tomorrow morning so…” Emily chuckles, running a hand through her dampened hair. “Don’t want my team chasing killers with hangovers!”

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow, this was fun!” JJ leans into your side as she bids her goodbyes, repeating the process with the rest of the women before heading to the bar to pay her tab and leave.

You, Tara, Penelope, and Emily settle back down at the table, settling back down at the table for a while, nursing some water and a shared plate of fries.

As the first yawn of the night strikes Tara, she bids her farewells and Penelope soon follows, leaving you and Emily completely alone for the first time tonight.

“So…” Emily starts, standing up and moving to a chair closer to you, she leans back in it, looking over at you— blank of expression except for the faint tilt at the corner of her mouth.

“So?” You mirror her, raising a brow.

“Alone at last…” she smirks, the toe of her boot poking out to slide up the back of your calf. 

“So it seems…” you retort lowly, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. “How’s your face?”

Emily chuckles, running a hand through her hair before brushing her fingertips over the fading redness on her cheek. “Doesn’t hurt… just stings a little, but it’s good.” She smiles, folding her hands together over her lap. “How’s yours? Looks pretty sore to me…”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” 

Emily just looks at you for a beat, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as her eyes trail over you the same they did at the bar earlier.

There’s a mysterious and alluring tension lingering between the two of you as you stare at each other, a hunger within synced breaths and static touches. The rise and fall of her chest draws your attention as if it’s calling for you through the open collar of her shirt. The sun-dappled constellations across her skin, the sheen of perspiration between her breasts, the dainty chain that sits in the dip of her clavicle— it’s all overwhelming. 

“Dance with me again.” Emily jumps up from her seat and tugs you from yours, not asking, ordering.

“And what if I don’t want to dance?” You slip your fingers between hers and let her lead you to the dance floor.

“Well, you certainly aren’t putting up much of a fight…” Emily murmurs, glancing at you. You admire the slope of her nose as she does so, the faint arch, the sharp tip, the tiny scar below her columella.

You stay silent as Emily guides you into the crowd,  letting it envelop both of you. Shoulders brushing against sweaty bodies, the smell of liquor and the pungent mixture of perfume and body odor filling your senses.

The bass of the music makes your lungs feel as though they’re vibrating, Mars Needs Guitars by the Hoodoo Gurus.

Emily wraps her arm around your waist, pulling you against her and swaying.

[I’m primitive, I’m a primitive man, got a primitive girl, we make primitive love]

The lyrics make the urge to be closer to Emily nearly impossible to ignore, not that you really can get much closer— your chests are already pressed together, bodies sliding against one another.

“Where were we…” Emily smirks, her fingertips digging into the flesh of your hip. “Y'know… before we were rudely interrupted.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong…” you scan her face, taking in the gleam in her dark eyes. “But I think you were about to kiss me, Chief…”

[I'm primitive that's what I am, I'm your primitive mate, I wanna be your man]

“Hmm…” Emily sighs, her free hand climbing up your side and landing at the base of your neck. “I think you’re right…” her lips curl into a wolfish grin, perfect teeth fully on display.

“You should. Kiss me, I mean…” your fingers twirl the hairs at the base of her neck, “only if you want to, of cour-” Emily silences you, swooping in and pressing her lips against yours with an aggressive passion.

You let out a shocked moan as her palm cups your jaw, tilting your head as she runs her tongue over your bottom lip. You graciously let her in, opening up just enough for her to lick inside your mouth before twirling against your own muscle.

[I said, I’m primitive, I’m primitive, you know what that means]

Clutching at the nape of her neck, you pull Emily impossibly closer, clawing at her skin and kissing her as if your life depends on it.

Ignoring the surrounding bodies bumping against you, the kiss grows hungrier— deeper.

It’s sloppy and open-mouthed, teeth and tongue clashing carelessly. It’s anything you could ever want, and you desperately need more. 

Pulling back reluctantly, you look Emily in the eye, noting the swollen redness of her lips— her cheeks glazed and flushed. You think about how you probably look quite a mess if the way you felt on the inside matched the outside in any sort.

“You taste good.” Emily murmurs, leaning down and pressing a wet kiss on the corner of your mouth, the tip of her nose pressing into your hotly blushing cheek.

“I want you to taste more…” you groan, pulling her mouth back to yours, sealing your lips together and sucking in a sharp breath. “Do you want that, Emily?” Another kiss. “To taste me...”

“God, I want that so much.” She says through gritted teeth, “Let me take you home… have my way with you…” The hand that was on your jaw slips in your hair, tugging just enough for your head to tilt back. 

You let her trail hot kisses over your throat, without a single care that wandering eyes can see. 

“Please…” you whisper through panting breaths, “I want-hm… do whatever you want, I’m all yours.”

Emily’s lips drag over your pulse point and jaw, nipping at the skin every once and a while. “That’s quite the statement, agent…” she nips at your earlobe, “do you think you can handle me?”

“Yes…” you gasp as she digs her thumb into your hip, sucking the earlobe into her mouth. “I want it… I can take it.” You turn slightly to press a kiss to her cheekbone, your hand sliding down the back of her neck and under the collar of her shirt, before settling between her shoulder blades.

Her skin is hot to the touch, sweat lingering in the dips of muscle— you want nothing more than to lick it off of her.

“Come on…” Emily slips from your grasp all too quickly, her hand grasping yours and pulling you back out of the crowd.

The lights and bodies blur around you as you’re tugged along, you can make out the phone in Emily’s hand, probably setting up a ride as she is way too respectable to get herself a DUI in the name of sex.

Emily’s hand slips from yours when you reach the table, making quick work of scooping up both of your belongings. With a nod of her head you’re following her out the door, hand fisted in the back of her blouse as you try to keep up.

“Impatient are we?” You joke, nudging at her hip through the fabric.

Emily shoots you a warning look as she holds the exit door open, making sure to slip a quick handful of your ass when you pass, pulling a squeak from your throat.

The waiting period is short, but still incredibly awkward. The brisk nighttime breeze— blowing Emily’s raven hair into her face. You watch with desperate eyes as she lifts a hand and tucks the flyaways behind her ear.

The night casts a blue film over her body— pale, sweat-dampened skin, glowing in the moonlight. She looks like pure sex and adrenaline, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths as she turns to look at you.

“Are you sure you’re sure about this? You can always back out and we can just keep it… mildly professional…” Emily trails off, searching your expression for any form of doubt.

“I think I made it pretty clear what I want, Emily. I want to do this—” You step closer, taking her hand in one of yours while the other cups the side of her neck. “I want you.”  Your lips brush against hers as you pull her in, tongue darting out to moisten the skin before capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. 

Emily’s hand clutches at your waist as she moves to deepen the kiss, her lips parting and letting your tongue dip inside— dancing over her teeth and twirling with her hot muscle. 

If you could equate the feeling to anything, it would be like slipping a nicotine pouch into your mouth and letting it soak into your gums. The sweet taste of her mouth pulls a sting from your salivary glands as if you’re sucking on a sour lozenge.

Your hips press against Emily’s, the cool metal of her belt buckle nipping at your belly through the thin fabric of your shirt.

A moan slips from your throat, fingers tangling in hairs at the nape of Emily’s neck. You hear her groan as you tug gently, the vibrations sending a chill down your spine.

The sound of tires on gravely pavement and the obnoxious beeping of a car horn pull you out of the moment. 

“Cars here…” Emily whispers against your lips, a small smile tugging at the corners of hers.

With a sigh, you step back— letting Emily open the car door for you to fall inside. The driver greets you with a disdained ‘Hello, Emily?’ To which she responds with a ‘yes’, buckling her seatbelt and urging you to do the same.

Emily’s hand lands atop your knee, her thumb pressing into the flesh teasingly. You give her a pleading look. A look that begs for her to keep touching you and never stop. She just smiles.

Somehow you both manage to keep it PG for the entire ride to Emily’s place, not wanting to traumatize the poor driver.

Her quaint townhouse is unsurprisingly gorgeous, exactly the type of home you’d picture a woman like Emily Prentiss living in. The brick walls are pristinely kept, with some sort of ivy growing over them.  

“This is nice…” you exhale, eyes wandering over the building. Emily’s hand is steady on your lower back as she guides you towards the front door.

“Thank you… I’m quite fond of it myself.” She chuckles, pulling her keys from her purse and unlocking the door.

Stepping inside, you’re met with a rush of something entirely Emily. The scent of her perfume and musky cashmere candles— even the familiar note of her Marlboro cigarettes in the air.

You watch as Emily places her things down and tosses her keys into a dish on the entryway table, then turns to face you— leaning her hip against it.

You stalk over to her, placing your things next to hers and mirroring the position, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you take in her form below the dim light of the foyer.

“Hi.” She murmurs, her hand reaching up to run along the side of your face.

“Hi…” you lean into her palm, fluttering your lashes as you stare at her. Her thumb brushes over the sore spot on your cheek and you suck in a hissed breath.

“Still sore?” Emily’s eyes trail over the blotchy red spot over your cheekbone before leaning in and pressing a featherlight kiss over the sensitive skin.

“Just a little, only to the touch.” 

“Hmm…” Emily pulls back, the tip of her nose brushing against yours. “A little pain isn’t a bad thing…”  

Your gaze falls to her mouth, entranced by the way her lips move as she speaks, the delicate lines in the rosy skin— the dimples that make her angular and sexily aged face look rather adorable.

“Definitely not,” you wrap your arms around her waist, nestling into her.

“You’re a tease, y’know?” Emily chuckles, her fingers raking through your hair.

“Enlighten me?” You smirk, tucking a hand in the back pocket of her trousers.

“Well for one…” she dips down and presses a single lingering kiss at the corner of your mouth. “You’re so eager to please…and I love that.” Her hand fists at your hair—forcibly yanking your head backward, making room to kiss and nip at your neck. You let out a desperate gasp.

“Like right now for example…” She sucks at the sweet spot below your pulse point. “Letting me pull your hair, mark you up like we don’t have work in the morning…” her teeth sink into the curve of your jaw, pulling a whimper from your throat.

“So needy…” you feel her nails against your scalp, her tongue dragging hot, wet lines over your skin. “You’re practically a puddle on my floor, love…”

“Please— Emily…” 

“Please what?” She nips at your earlobe before pulling back to look you in the eye. “You’re gonna have to use words if you want something.” 

“Take me to bed…” your hands grasp at her back, clawing at her through the fabric. “Please—need you.” You breathe wildly as your hand moves to fiddle with the buttons of her shirt, fingertips prodding at her sweltering skin through the seams.

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” Her hand slides from your hair, her thumb and index finger pinching at your chin to lift your face towards her. 

“Yes… I’ll be so good. Whatever you want… I need it.” You surge forward, attacking her mouth with enough force that she stumbles backward. 

She corrects herself quickly, gripping at your head as she deepens the kiss. Her teeth nip at your bottom lip, tugging on it before letting it pop back into place.

Your breath fans across her face as you just stare at each other with lust-filled eyes. Emily smiles devilishly, her hand wrapping around your throat with a groan as she pulls you back to her mouth.

She kisses you almost selfishly, stealing all the air from your lungs as she practically swallows you whole. 

You fumble with the buttons of her shirt as her tongue licks into your mouth, popping them open from the bottom up. 

The air grows stifling as the sounds of your mouth against Emily’s fill the room. The moans, the frantic sounds of wet suction, the ruffling of clothes against bodies… It's completely suffocating in the best of ways.

Emily tightens her grip on your throat as she begins slipping off her shoes, kicking them to the side as she pulls you towards the bedroom— you can’t help but whine.

You manage to completely open her shirt by the time the back of her heels hit the stairs, your palms flattening over her belly. You can feel goosebumps spreading over the soft flesh as your nails dig into her sides. 

Emily releases your mouth with an audible pop as she slides her hand from your throat and down to the collar of your shirt— gripping it and pulling you up the stairs.

Your eyes are wide and wild as you make the treacherous climb, hands clambering at the walls— at the back of Emily’s legs.

The second floor smells more like Emily than the first, and it excites you more than you could ever possibly enunciate.

With a wickedly strong hand, Emily shoves you into the bedroom door. Forcing a small grunt out as you collide with the solid wood, it morphs into a gasp as her lips reattach to yours.

With her body pressed firmly against you, her hands start roaming over your clothed skin aimlessly. You reach for the doorknob, twisting it open and stumbling inside as she grips at your shirt. 

Her fingertips slide beneath the fabric, running over your stomach and the sides of your rib cage before pulling the offending fabric over your head and discarding it.

Her hands cup your breasts, squeezing them roughly through your bra. You let out a choked moan at the sensation, your hands knotting in her hair as you try your hardest to keep kissing her.

Emily doesn’t linger long outside of your bra, making quick work of pushing you further into the room and swiftly unclasping it with practiced ease.

“Bed.” Emily’s voice is low and raspy as she orders you, her hands tugging the bra from your arms and forcibly shoving you down onto the mattress.

“Yes, ma’am.” You gasp, scooting up onto your elbows and spreading your legs mindlessly— already so accommodating.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” Emily growls, unbuckling her belt and slipping her trousers off before crawling over you and settling against your pelvis.

You catch a glimpse of the simple black cotton briefs she has on, the color starkly contrasting her pale thighs.

“I couldmh-” Her lips are on yours again before you can finish your sentence. The kiss is urgent, her mouth opening and closing against yours desperately.

She moves her assault down your neck and chest, giving you a chance to catch your breath. “I could say-hmph.. the same for you—oh fuck.” her lips close around your nipple, sucking the already pebbled flesh into a solid peak.

Emily’s teeth scrape over the bud before soothing the sting with a swirl of her tongue, while her hand works in tandem with the opposite breast; squeezing, tweaking, pinching.

“Fuck that feel nice…” you pant, sitting up in your elbows to watch as Emily continues her affections.

“Yeah?” Her eyes flick up to yours, irises black and shining. Her cheeks shine with a faint dusting of flush, highlighting the sharpness of her cheekbones.

Her tongue is boiling against your already hot skin, dragging over each dip and curve with an agonizing slowness.

“Yes… love your mouth.” Emily smiles as she swiftly moves lower, biting just below the curve of your breast. Your head falls back with a sigh as she moves to take your nipple in her mouth again— hollowing her cheeks as she sucks, flicking her tongue over the swollen bud.

Your hands claw at the back of her neck and shoulders, pulling her closer. 

“Such a gorgeous thing… so perfect.” Emily groans, releasing you from her mouth and climbing back up to kiss you again.

“Thank you…” you smile into the kiss, nipping at Emily’s bottom lip before swiping your tongue over it. Emily chuckles, taking your tongue into her mouth and closing her lips around it.

Your hands wrap around her middle, trailing over her sides and up to the clasp of her bra. “May I?” You whisper, pressing a light peck to her top lip.

“I suppose…” Emily practically purrs, her arms sliding up so her elbows rest on both sides of your head—trapping you.

The clasp is undone in a matter of seconds, the fabric falling loosely between the two of you.

“Let me see you.” Your hands press at her waist, urging her to sit up, but she doesn’t budge.

“That’s not how we ask for things, sweetheart.” Emily’s hand moves to cup your face, her thumb sliding over your jawline and down to your throat.

“Please… I want to see you—please let me see you.” You practically moan, your body writhing desperately beneath her weight.

“Good girl.” Emily smirks, patting your cheek. You can’t help but whimper at the residual stinging from the slap earlier.

Emily sits back on her heels, slipping the bra from her arms slowly, teasingly. Your eyes are wide as you watch her, scrambling up onto your elbows. 

You trail your gaze from where her hips meet your inner thighs up to her face— the delicious curve of her hips, the lines of her belly that falls ever-so-slightly over the edge of her pants, the dusting of freckles across her skin, the heaviness of her breasts as they drop from the cups of her bra.

“Oh, fuck me.” you sigh, eyes frantically taking in every detail you could find. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over this…” you laugh in disbelief— can she get any sexier?

You reach out, fingertips barely making contact before she’s shoving you back down on the mattress— one hand holding your wrists above your head while her other is wrapped solidly around the base of your neck.

“I never said you could touch.” Emily looms over you, her face mere inches away from yours. You can feel her breasts pressing against your own, her belly brushing against your pelvis with each breath.

“I’m sorry… Please, let me touch you.” You whimper, eyes pleading.

“I might have to teach you a lesson if you keep misbehaving like this, y/n…” Her tongue flicks out to lick her lips, the tip of her thumb feeling along the ridges of your esophagus. “You wanna touch me so bad, hm?”

“Yes. Please, Emily... God, please let me touch you.” You’re practically gasping for air as you beg, the feeling of her body over you, her hand on your neck, her lips just out of reach— it’s all too much.

“I love it when you beg. So eager…” Her thumb prods at your lips and you let your mouth fall open, allowing her entrance. “I’ll let you touch... but on one condition.” The pad of her thumb presses down on your tongue, all you do is nod.

“I’m gonna sit on your face, and you’re gonna make me cum…” you moan at her words, closing your lips around her digit. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes. Oh god, yes.” Your hands clutch the pillows where they’re being held. Emily smiles, craning down and pressing a rough kiss to your mouth.

She slides off of the mattress, pulling her panties down and tossing them at you. Her scent hits you almost immediately, the rich, heady smell of arousal and something purely Emily.

This might just kill you.

“Lay back on the pillows.” Emily instructs and you nod, eagerly moving up the bed.

Emily crawls back onto the mattress like a panther, her hair falling like a curtain around her face, enhancing the dark look in her eyes. You feel like you’re being hunted and you couldn’t be happier.

Emily straddles your waist first, leaning down to kiss over the hickeys on your chest and neck— her hands grasp at the headboard as she moves up to your head. You wrap your arms around the back of her thighs as she gets comfortable, palms sliding over the smooth skin.

Your mouth waters as she gets closer, the source of her arousal only inches away from your face.

“Stick your tongue out.” Emily barks, you oblige— opening your mouth and letting the muscle hang out as far as it’ll go.

She smiles innocently at you before lowering her sex onto your awaiting mouth. You groan at the taste, the vibrations pulling a gasp from Emily’s throat.

Her hips stutter slightly as she grinds herself along your tongue. You grip her ass, holding her steady as she moves.

Emily’s hand falls from the headboard, landing at the crown of your head— gripping at your hair as her hips begin rutting harder against your mouth. 

She uses her grip to angle and maneuver you, fucking herself on your tongue. You curl the muscle ever so slightly, letting it dip inside. 

She tastes absolutely heavenly and you can’t get enough. 

Panting breaths fall from her lips as she lets the pleasure overtake her, letting her weight settle atop you. It grows a bit hard to breathe, but you couldn’t care less. Emily Prentiss is actively riding your face— a better death does not exist. 

You gaze up at her with heavy lids, watching the way her breasts sway with her motions, the way the muscles in her stomach clench each time you rub against a sensitive spot, the sweat glazing over her chest. You can feel the trimmed hair over her pubic bone tickling lightly at your nose.

You reach a hand up, cupping a singular breast and brushing a thumb over her nipple. Emily groans, meeting your eyes with parted lips. The hand in your hair screws tighter causing you to moan against her— she twitches, breathing out a quiet whimper.

“Fuck, baby… such a good mouth.” Emily pants, her pace quickening as she chases her orgasm. You squeeze at her breasts with both hands this time, pinching at her nipples.

Her hips grind fast and hard against your mouth as she reaches the final throes leading up to her orgasm. The sound of your mouth against her sex is absolutely filthy, tongue and lips working in tandem, sucking and licking.

“Shit—” Emily hisses, shuddering above you, her body clenching and face screwing up with pleasure as she tumbles over the edge. 

You feel her pussy flutter against your tongue as she eases herself through her orgasm. Your hands fall to her sides, squeezing gently as an aid.

“Hmm…” Emily sighs, her fingers untangling from your hair and running over the messy locks, smoothing them. 

She looks down at you again, her face flushed a deep red. You run the tip of your tongue through her slit, flicking at the underside of her clit, teasing— she flinches, swatting your forehead and lifting herself off your face.

“Naughty girl…” Emily dismounts, swinging a leg over you and sitting back in her heels.

You just smile dazedly up at her, limbs flopping against the bed and face slick with the remnants of Emily’s arousal.

She leans in, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. Her tongue— licking into your mouth, humming as she tastes herself on you.

“You taste good.” You murmur between kisses, hands sliding over her sides. Emily hums a wordless agreement, her hand inching its way over your thigh. Her nails drag over the sensitive skin, you spread for her, hoping for any kind of relief from the burning affliction between your legs.

“I can feel how wet you are from all the way out here…” Emily whispers, her fingertips teasing the hem of your underwear near your inner thigh. “So warm…” Her palm slides over your covered mound and up to your abdomen. You pant, your body arching into her touch. 

“You did good.” Emily hums, nipping at your jaw, her hand tracing delicate patterns over your chest. “Now… I want you…” she pauses, circling your nipple. “To sit at the edge of the bed, I’ll be right back.” With that, Emily abruptly slips from your grasp— leaving you exposed, goosebumps engulfing your body as the cool air rushes in.

“What…” you furrow your brows, reluctantly sitting up and following her orders. You watch as Emily nakedly disappears into what appears to be a walk-in closet.

Taking a moment to breathe, you inhale to a count of three, hold, then exhale the same. As Emily fumbles around in the wardrobe, your heart thumps wildly in your chest with anticipation.

When she re-emerges, a wave of heat rushes straight to your core.

Clad in nothing but a thick leather harness over her hips, she stalks towards you holding two dildos— one probably average-sized and the other a bit smaller.

“Take your pick.” She holds them out.

You analyze them both for a moment, either would be fine, but she wants you to decide.

Biting your lip, you take them from her, feeling their weight—their girth in your hands. You decide on the bigger of the two, you most certainly won’t mind feeling the remnants of tonight in the morning.

“This one.” You go to hand it back to her, a shy smile gracing your lips.

“Strap it in for me, baby.” Emily steps closer, jutting her hits towards you and tossing the other dildo onto the nightstand.

Nodding, you slip from the bed— landing on your knees in front of her. Emily hums at the sight, her fingers smoothing over your hair.

Once the toy is secured, you look up at her with wide eyes, nibbling at your lip. Your hands slide over her calves and up her outer thighs, steadying yourself as you lean in, pressing a kiss to the tip of the toy's head.

“Fuck, you don’t have to do that…”

“I want to…” you sit up a bit, pressing a kiss below her belly button, taking the length of the toy in your hand and stroking it slowly as if it were a part of her body. 

And with the soft noises Emily makes, it certainly feels like it might be. 

“You’re gonna suck my cock, baby? Get it nice and wet for me?” Emily's voice is rich as velvet as she strokes your hair, her hips rocking forward in your hand.

You lick a stripe along the underside of the shaft, humming at the feeling of its ridges against your tongue, the faint taste of cool silicone.

Your eyes stay on hers as you take the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue over it before urging forward— taking about half its length before you pull away in favor of not gagging.

“Jesus Christ…” Emily crouches, bringing herself more in reach. “Such a perfect little slut… on her knees, taking my cock so well.” 

You moan at the filthy praise, your sex clenching around nothing as you grind subtlety into the air. 

Her hand clutches at your scalp while the other rests on her hip, not forcing your head— but keeping it steady as you bob slowly, taking more and more length with each pass. 

Your eyes water as the toy hits the back of your throat, but you don’t relent. You just keep pulling her closer, urging her on. Emily groans, somewhat in awe of how well you’re doing.

You watch her face the best you can through teary eyes, noting how her brows knit together each time you release faint noises around the toy, gurgling tremendous amounts of saliva as you let her fuck your mouth.

“Fuck, enough of that… get on the bed.” Emily tugs you by the hair, pulling your mouth from the appendage. “Now.”

You gasp as she spins you, shoving you down face first— pinning you to the mattress, your feet still planted firmly on the floor.

One hand remains tangled in your hair while the other grips at your hip, pulling you against her. The toy prods at your inner thigh, and you can feel her hot breath against the back of your neck as she hunches over you.

“God, I bet you’re drenched…” she growls, the hand that was on your hip— snaking between your legs, her svelte fingers sliding through your slick folds. “Hmm, would you look at that… I was right.”

You buck into her hand as she brushes against your clit, pulling a needy whine from your throat.

“Please…” you pant, arching into the mattress.

You can feel Emily’s breasts pressing into your shoulder blades as she lets her weight fall onto you, keeping you in place.

“Please what?” She draws featherlight circles over your swollen nub. 

“Please— Emily… fuck me.” You let out a choked moan as she adds more pressure, tweaking it between scissored fingers. “I need it… please. I need you inside of me.” Your body shudders, knees weak as she nips at the cartilage of your ear.

“Hmm, good girl.” Her thumb runs through your slit, teasing at your entrance before dipping inside.

You mumble out your pleasure in illegible babbles, body gyrating against the mattress in an attempt to further soothe the desperate— burning ache in your sex.

“More…” you pant, hands clutching at the duvet. “I- fuck...” a sharp moan tears from you as she pulls out and pumps two fingers inside you, curling— pressing.

“Such a needy girl…” Emily purrs against your ear, dipping down to bite at your shoulder. “Taking my fingers so well.” She puts more force behind her thrusts, the lewd squelching sounds echoing throughout the room.

“Oh—fuck…” you push back against her, needing to feel her deeper. The hand in your hair loops over your shoulder to squeeze your breast aggressively. 

“You want my cock, baby?” She pinches your nipple between her middle and index finger. “Want me to fill that pretty pussy?”

“Fuck yes. Please...” You crane your neck, her nose pressing against your cheek as you pant. “God, please fuck me.”

“Spread your legs.” She nips at your jaw, fingers slipping from your clenching pussy and gripping the base of her cock, coating it with your arousal. 

You spread yourself open as much as possible, raising a knee to rest against the mattress with a whimper. You can feel your wetness dribbling down the inside of your thighs, it’s humiliating and Emily is eating it right up.

“What a fucking slut… making such a mess.” Emily runs the tip of the toy through your folds, before drawing teasing circles over your clit. “So desperate to get fucked, spreading herself open for me. God, you’re perfect.”

You moan at the praise, arching your back and jutting your ass into the air. Emily groans, slapping your ass cheek before canting forward, barely pressing the head of her cock inside.

“Ooh, fuck.” You moan, clutching at the sheets as you brace yourself for the intrusion. “Fuck me…” 

“I am fucking you, baby.” Emily mocks, expelling a breathy chuckle before rutting herself even deeper inside. 

The pressure forces a silent moan out of your throat as you clutch at the bed sheets. The ridges of her cock— rubbing delectably against all the sensitive spots within your walls, stretching, filling you up.

The rhythm of Emily’s thrusts begin to gain more fluidity, dragging the entire length back and forth in an agonizingly slow gesture, the head tapping at your cervix with each pass.

“Shit… harder.” You pant, using your hands to rock back against her thrusts.

Emily straightens out with a guttural groan, a sudden gust of cool air fans across your back in her absence, sending a shiver down your spine.

Her strong hands clutch at your hips, fingernails digging sharply into your skin as she pulls your pelvis towards her forcibly, meeting her thrusts— the entire length of her cock slamming into you without relent.

The pure force of it nearly knocks the wind out of you, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure pooling wildly, deep in your gut.

“Fu-uck…holy…shit…ohmygod.” You moan, your words escaping in choked spurts as you drop from your hand to rest on your forearms. 

“Mm, I can’t believe I’ve waited this long to fuck you.” Emily murmurs, you can hear her panting breaths as she keeps up her rhythm. “I've been wanting to have you like this since the day I met you…” 

You hardly register the words as they float over your head, the feeling of Emily’s aggressive pounding practically knocking your brain from its place in your skull. But you register them enough that a faint smile curls into your mouth as your top half falls limp against the bed. Your bottom half pushes up onto tippy-toes, better angling yourself for the older woman. 

“Me too… God, you’re so fucking hot, Emily.” Your body feels like it’s burning as you try to steady your erratic breathing. “You feel so good…”

“I know I do, baby…” You can feel the smirk on Emily’s face as she says that, one of her hands shifting to swipe over your hypersensitive clit. 

You twitch at the sensation, your body arching into the air— attempting to further itself from Emily’s hand against your own will. But God, you want her to touch you like that. To work and play with your body till you’re shaking and crying with overstimulation.

“So sensitive…” She purrs, the hand that’s still in your hip travels up the length of your spine, her palm pressing into your tense muscles, before landing at the base of your neck— tangling in the hairs and shoving your head into the soft duvet.

Somehow, her thrusts manage to hit even deeper with the new angle. Her body looming over your back as she angles the toy downward— you can feel her in your guts, the skin of your lower belly brushing against the sheets as the tip prods through the skin.

Emily’s hand on your clit seems to sense it, easing up on the throbbing bundle of nerves and sliding to cup herself over your abdomen.

“Feel that, baby?” Emily presses her palm against the protrusion, adding pressure as her thrusts slow but gain in force. “Feel how fucking deep I am?”

“Ungh- yes… I love it.” You gasp, letting the Unit Chief manhandle your body. The power of her hips, plowing you further into the mattress— her hands, firm against the back of your neck and belly. You can hear the slapping of skin on skin, her heavy panting, the thumping of blood in your ears.

Emily groans at your desperation, gripping harder at the back of your neck and tangling her fingers in the hair at your nape. Your back arches almost painfully as she tugs, using it as an aid as she fucks into you.

“Mm, scoot up on the bed for me.” She grits, her voice low and gravelly as she uses her free hand to lift your lower half onto the mattress. You can’t hold back the whimper that falls from your lips as her cock slips out, the wet silicone— dragging a slick trail over your inner thigh.

Emily grabs your waist as you try to move up the bed with wobbly limbs, flipping you onto your back. Her hands slide up the back of your thighs, cupping the posterior of your knees and pressing them to your stomach.

The feeling of her hot mouth over your sex shocks you, a squeak slipping out as you twitch against her flicking tongue. The muscle is anything but gentle as she licks through your puffy folds— dipping into your entrance and gathering your arousal with a pointed tongue, before spreading it messily over your clit.

“Oh!” You yelp, your hands moving to grip at her scalp through parted legs. 

“Mm, you taste good.” Emily hums, the vibrations sending an extra wave of pleasure straight through you. Your hips buck wildly, already overly-sensitive from the aggressive onslaught of her strap-on. 

Placing a final wet kiss on your clit— Emily rises, shifting so that her pelvis is pressed to your ass, the toy resting between your legs. With a wolfish grin, she releases one of your knees, using the now free hand to align the toy with your entrance.

Your breath comes in frantic, shuddered gasps as you watch her. She teasingly swipes the tip through your folds before slapping over your clit, causing you to twitch and whimper quietly.

Your hands settle on the base of her ribcage as she uses her thumb to press the head inside, the majority of its length gliding in without any resistance.

“Hm–fuck.” You gaze up at Emily through half-lidded eyes, her face and chest red and glistening with sweat from all the exertion. 

Leaning back and resting a hand on the bed, her hips begin rolling into you smoothly. Her eyes travel the length of your body, so thick and heavy with the weight of desire it makes you dizzy.

Her lips part as she pants slightly, her breasts swaying with each roll of her hips— muscles beneath the soft skin of her abdomen flexing.

You let your head fall back onto the pillows, eyes fluttering closed as you try to focus on how she feels inside you. The feeling of her long fingers gripping at your thigh as she pulls you against her, the blunt ridges of her cock rubbing against your g-spot— knocking tiny whimpers and moans out of you with each pass. The familiar, and rather rapid, burn of a climax building in your womb. 

Emily’s thumb stroking your clit pulls you out of your thoughts, forcing you up onto your elbows. You manage to look up at her again, she meets your eyes with a smile— bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she watches your body shiver under her ministrations. 

“How ya doing, baby?” She purrs, licking at her thumb before placing it back on your clit, circling. “Feel good?” 

“Yes… harder- I need you harder.” You reach out, clutching at her forearm. “Wanna cum so bad. Please.”

“Yeah?” Emily leans forward, the hand that was on your thigh moving to wrap around the base of your throat as the one on your clit loops under your arm, bracing herself between the pillows and your shoulder blade. “My needy girls gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over my cock?” 

You can only nod as her fingertips press into the sides of your neck, staring up at her in a lightheaded daze. She uses her grip as leverage as she speeds up, pulling you into her powerful thrusts. 

Your eyes practically roll out of their sockets at the overwhelming feeling of it all. Your stomach and breasts sliding against one another as a layer of sweat forms between overheating bodies. 

“Open.” you hear Emily murmur, nipping at your bottom lip. Eagerly obliging— you tilt your chin up to meet her, letting your mouth fall open. Her saliva coats your tongue not even a second later, you groan at the taste of her, letting it settle into your tastebuds for a moment before swallowing.

“Thank you.” You smile, pleased, craning up to kiss her again. 

She catches your moans in her mouth as she fucks you hard and steady— taking what she wants without abandon, and you’re more than happy to let her do so. 

Your arms wrap around her torso, nails digging into the muscles of her mid and upper back, muscles that flex and curve with each perfectly calculated, punishing thrust. Emily hisses and you think for a moment that you might’ve drawn blood— but the worry is quickly washed away as the hand on your neck snakes between your legs, pressing down on your swollen nub.

A sob wracks through you as you hurdle closer and closer toward the edge, that consistently rising flame in your gut rapidly approaching a full blaze. 

“Fuck, Emily… so close- please, can I cum?” you choke out, eyes struggling to stay open as her intensity grows.

“Good girl, go on…” she puffs, her mouth moving to suckle at your neck. “Cum for me, honey.” 

The mixture of Emily’s low, rough voice, her teeth nipping at your jugular, and the fingers on your clit— shoves you right off that cliff. The coil of tension in your belly snaps like a wishbone, causing your body to lock up on itself. Your muscles tremble and your sex clamps down on Emily, holding her in place. 

Your mouth falls open with a silent scream as the immense pleasure distorts your features, eyes clenching shut— forehead crinkling. It’s like a fireworks show setting off on the back of your eyelids as you let the waves wash over you, flashes of pure white heat. 

Emily noses at your jaw as your body relaxes— trembling in her tight grasp. 

“Jesus Christ…” she chuckles wryly, pressing sloppy kisses over your chin and cheek. 

“Fuck, I think I might’ve just seen him.” Your arms fall limp at your sides, fingers splaying out over the sheets in an attempt to bring yourself back to earth. Your pussy flutters around the toy as the final aftershocks run their course, your breathing quick and shallow. 

Emily laughs again, nipping at your collarbone before letting her head fall to rest against your shoulder. 

“Man, I am getting way too old for this.” She lets out a drastic sigh. “My back will most definitely be feeling it in the morning.”

You scoff, swatting at the back of her head. Emily shoots up, giving you a curious but challenging look.

“Oh, stop it.” You pet the offending spot gently, soothing whatever hypothetical pain she might be feeling. “You are not old.”

“Forty-six is pretty damn old…” she arches her brow.

“More like pretty damn sexy…” you grin cheesily at the Unit Chief, raising your hand to wipe a few sweaty strands of hair away from her forehead. 

Emily smirks, growling as she swoops down, kissing you hard. You wrap your arms around her waist, your body arching into her as her strap shifts inside of you faintly. With a burst of confidence, you shove the older woman off— flipping her onto her back and swinging your leg over her hips before letting the toy sink inside you once again.

She stares up at you with wide eyes as you let out a breathy moan, grinding your hips subtly.

“Now you don’t have to worry about your back.” You tease, smirking down at her as your palms land on her chest, cupping her breasts.

“Mhm…” Emily’s hand clutches at your hips, her thumb digging into the sensitive muscle over your hip bones while the other folds behind her head. “Maybe I should just sit back and enjoy the show? Let you do all the work?”  

“Well where’s the fun in that?” you whine, frowning at her as you pick up speed— raising off the toy momentarily before plopping back down into Emily’s lap and repeating the process over again. 

“But you look so pretty like this…” Her fingers trail over your stomach, the muscles twitching beneath the skin as she passes, cupping your breast in her palm and tweaking your nipple with her thumb. “And I must say, I do love watching you work for it.”

A whimper slips past your lips as she brings her hand out from behind her head, wetting the pad of her thumb with her tongue before pressing it to your clit, drawing slow circles.

“Emily…” you groan, falling forward onto your elbows, your face inches away from Emily’s. “Fuck me.” 

She doesn’t need much convincing because as soon as those words slip from your mouth it’s like a switch flips. Her arm wraps around you, fingers tangling at your scalp and tugging your head back harshly. Her mouth is at your throat next, teeth scrapping over the thin skin. 

She plants her feet on the mattress and fucks up into you, hard and fast, forcing a strangled sound to escape from the depths of your throat.

“This what you wanted?” The skin of her hips slaps against the back of your thighs. “Wanted me to pull on your hair and fuck the shit out of you like the slut you are?”

“Yes-ohfuck, yes…” you gasp, the head of her cock hitting particularly deep while the base of her harness nudges at your clit.

“Dirty fucking girl…” Her palm lands on your ass with a sharp slap, the sound of it cracking through the near-silent room. 

“Mph, shit- slap me again.” You cry out, clutching at her shoulders as you try to sit up, rocking against her thrusts.

Another slap comes down on your ass, more solid this time. You smile at the mix-up, spanking is nice but you want something more. You want it hard and across your cheek, you want her to grip at your jaw so hard it feels like it might break under the pressure, God you want her to do it all. 

“No… hm-slap me across the face.” You pant out, meeting her eyes. “Please…” 

“Fuck… I knew you liked that.” She groans, her hands slipping for your hair and cupping your cheek, rubbing at it before pulling back and landing a harsh crack against the flesh. 

You let your head roll with the force of her hand, the sting shooting straight between your legs as Emily smiles up at you almost as if she were in awe.

“I loved it.” You correct her, falling back down against her damp chest and burying your face in the crook of her neck. Breathing her in, you note the faint smell of sweat mixed with the lingering essence of her perfume. 

You run your tongue over the vein that protrudes just above her collarbones, tasting the saltiness of her skin. Emily puffs out a shaky breath as she keeps up her fast-paced rhythm, using both hands on your hips to move your body in time with the strokes.

“Emily-” You gasp, clutching tightly at her as your second orgasm begins to build. 

“Yeah? Already close baby?” She turns her head, her cheek squishing against yours. 

“Yes… fuck keep going, just like that.” Your teeth graze at her pulse point, the movements of both bodies growing wild and sloppy— aimed solely at getting you there.

You can feel her nails digging into your skin, freckling your waist and hips with tiny red crescent moons. Your chests rise and fall rapidly in tandem, and by the looks of it, Emily might be on the verge too.

“Can you feel it?” you ask, dipping a hand down to tweak her nipple. 

“Yes, might cum with you if you keep doing that…” Emily’s voice is almost needy as she says it, and you might be addicted to how desperation sounds on her. 

You hum, pinching harder— she reacts with a jerk of her hips, slamming the head of her cock into your cervix. 

“Shit, Em-” You moan, panting wildly against her neck. 

She keeps pumping into you like that, jerking up roughly and hitting the same spot over and over again— it drives you absolutely wild. You can feel the muscles in your legs begin shaking as they struggle against the rhythm, relying completely on Emily’s strength to keep you going.

“Using nicknames now, are we?” She chuckles breathily, bumping her head against yours as she tries to face you.

“Shut up…” you avoid her gaze, shying into her neck further.

“Look at me.” Her tone is one that makes your ears perk up, immediately doing as you're told. “I wanna see the look on your face when you cum, you look so gorgeous like that.”

Your lips part slightly, eyes locking on her with heavy lids as you try to keep them open.

“That’s a good girl…” Sweat beads at Emily’s temples and down the valley of her breasts. “Come on, cum for me again, baby.” 

Just watching the look on her face is enough to push you over the edge, your spine curling into the air as the floodgates burst inside you, ripping a shuddered moan from your throat.

You can hear Emily’s quiet gasps as she keeps pumping, chasing her own orgasm. She finishes not long after with a shudder and a low groan through clenched teeth before promptly pulling the toy out. 

Your torso lies limp against her, breathing quick and shallow as you work through the tiny shocks that seem to wrack your entire body. Emily’s palm slides over your spine, rubbing soothing patterns over your vertebrae. 

“Thank you.” you rasp, pressing a chaste kiss below her ear.

“You did well...” her blunt fingernails scratch over your shoulders, a wave of goosebump spreading across your naked skin. “So good for me.”

You smile softly at the praise, the gentleness of it juxtaposing with the rest of the night almost hilariously. Emily shifts below you, single handedly loosening the harness and wiggling out of it— tossing it haphazardly into the room.

“How does a bath sound?”

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A/n: i hope you guys enjoyed reaading that as much as i enjoyed writing it... happy masturbation!!

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Chasing the High ✭ emily prentiss

PAIRING: bau!unit chief!emily prentiss x fwb!fem!reader

SUMMARY: after a long case, emily turns up on your doorstep needing a release

CAUTION: getting high, face riding, thigh riding, masturbation, fingering, swearing, dom!sub!dynamics, praise

WORD COUNT: 3.9K

AUTHOR'S NOTE: a lil something for you @milf--shake - i love grey haired emily so much - STORY BELOW THE CUT

MASTERLIST - (not updated)

The knock at your door is sharp, insistent. A little demanding, just like her.

You blink awake, bleary-eyed, the glow of the TV casting some flickers of light across the room. You’d tried to wait up for her, but sleep had won the battle hours ago, leaving you curled up on the couch in nothing but a pair of panties and the silk bathrobe you’d stolen from her.

Well — stolen isn’t exactly the right word. She left it here last time she came over, and if she really wanted it back, she would’ve taken it.

The knock comes again, and this time you force yourself upright, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you make your way to the door. The robe slides against your skin, cool and expensive, the tie loose around your waist. You don’t bother fixing it. If Emily’s at your door at 3 AM, she’s not coming over for small talk.

You unlock the door, and there she is — Emily Prentiss, still in her black slacks and button-up from the case, the top few buttons undone, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her dark eyes rake over you, slow and appreciative, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

She reaches out, tugging lightly at the collar of the robe between two fingers. “Well, well. Look who’s been sleeping in my clothes.”

You lean against the doorframe, mirroring her smirk. “Look who finally decided to show up.”

She chuckles, stepping inside, close enough that the scent of her —whiskey, faint traces of smoke, and the crisp bite of autumn air —wraps around you. “Miss me?”

You shut the door behind her, rolling your eyes, but you don’t answer. She already knows.

Emily follows you into the kitchen like she owns the place (because, let’s be honest, she basically does at this point), leaning back against the counter as you grab the whiskey. Her dark eyes never leave you, watching with that same slow, hungry gaze as you pour two glasses.

“Tough case?” you ask, handing her one.

She takes a sip before answering, voice dropping into something smoother, lazier. “Mmhmm. I spent fourteen hours profiling a man who gets off on strangling women, and then I had to pretend to care when the local PD gave me their half-assed theories about it. So, yeah. It was a tough case.”

You hum, mirroring her sip. “And now you’re here.”

Emily tilts her head, studying you like she’s debating something. Then she steps closer, plucking the glass from your hand and setting both drinks down on the counter behind you.

“Yeah,” she says, voice a little rougher now. “Now I’m here.”

Your back presses against the counter as she crowds you in, her fingers playing with the edge of your robe again, this time slipping just beneath the silk.

You smirk up at her. “If you wanted me naked, you could’ve just said so.”

Emily laughs, low and rich, then leans in, brushing her lips over your jaw. “Patience, sweetheart. We’ve got all night.”

Your breath hitches, and she pulls back just enough to reach into her pocket, producing a joint with a lazy smirk. “But first…”

You snatch it from her fingers before she can finish. “Now that’s more like it.”

She shakes her head, amused, and follows you to the couch, where you both sink into the cushions. The whiskey is already settling warm in your veins, and the slow drag of smoke only adds to it, making everything feel heavy, hazy, electric.

Emily exhales a thick cloud, legs spreading just enough to tease, her head tipping back against the couch. When she looks at you again, her gaze is dark, knowing.

“You always look so damn good when you’re waiting for me,” she murmurs, passing the joint back to you.

You take it between your fingers, but before you can bring it to your lips, her hand is on your thigh, trailing higher, teasing the bare skin beneath your robe.

“Now,” she purrs, voice like a promise, “be a good girl and come sit on my lap.”

And honestly? You’d be stupid to say no.

Emily watches you with that lazy smirk, the joint still balanced between her fingers, glowing faintly in the dim light. Her dark eyes trace the curve of your legs where they straddle hers, taking in the way the silk bathrobe has already slipped from your shoulders, the way your bare skin is practically begging to be touched.

She takes one last slow drag, holding the smoke in her lungs before bringing her hand up to snuff out the joint against the edge of the ashtray on your coffee table. Then, without warning, she grabs your chin, her fingers firm, tilting your head up so you’re looking right into those deep, hungry eyes.

You already know what’s coming. And fuck, you love it when she does this.

Her grip tightens just a little, just enough to make you go pliant in her hands, and then she parts your lips with her thumb before leaning in, exhaling the smoke straight into your waiting mouth. The taste of her— whiskey, weed, and something inherently Emily — floods your senses, and you inhale on instinct, the warmth of it sliding down your throat, making you lightheaded in the best way.

A low chuckle rumbles from her chest as she watches your reaction, her lips just barely brushing against yours. “Knew you liked it when I did that,” she murmurs, voice dripping with amusement and something much darker.

You exhale slowly, the smoke curling between you both, and Emily hums in satisfaction before dragging her hands down your body, over your waist, over your thighs. Her touch is slow, deliberate, teasing. You shiver, anticipation coiling in your belly as she traces back up, slipping her hands beneath the silk of your robe.

With one smooth motion, she pushes it off your shoulders, letting it pool behind you. Her smirk deepens as her gaze drops to your now-bare chest, to the way your nipples are already tight, aching.

“Mm,” she muses, running her thumbs over them, not nearly enough pressure to satisfy. “Look at you. Were you waiting for me like this all night?”

You bite your lip, resisting the urge to squirm. You know better than to answer too quickly. Emily loves the chase.

She tilts her head, one silver strand of hair falling loose against her cheek as she leans in. “I think you were,” she says, almost teasing, her fingers brushing over your nipples again, making your breath hitch. “Bet you got all worked up just thinking about me.”

You swallow, refusing to give her the satisfaction of an immediate response. But then her hands cup your breasts fully, her thumbs rolling slow circles over your hardened peaks, and your restraint wavers.

She catches it, of course. Emily always catches it.

Smirking, she leans in, finally, finally pressing her lips to yours. The kiss is deep, slow, dripping with intent. She tilts her head, kissing you harder, swallowing the soft sound you let out as she squeezes your breasts in her palms.

When she finally pulls back, her lips are slick, her gaze dark and knowing.

“Yeah,” she murmurs, dragging her hands down to your waist. “That’s what I thought.”

Your lips crash onto hers again, and this time, you don’t hold back. You kiss her deep, needy, but Emily? Emily always takes control. She always makes you feel like you’re the one losing.

She tilts her head and catches your tongue between her lips, sucking on it just hard enough to make your breath stutter, your thighs squeeze together. Her hands are still on your tits, twisting and pulling at your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

You gasp into her mouth, your back arching as she tugs a little harder, just enough to make it hurt in the way that makes you ache for more. Emily groans, low and satisfied, before she pulls away, dragging her lips down your jaw to your neck, where she bites down just enough to make you shiver.

“Stand up,” she murmurs against your skin. It’s not a request.

You obey instantly, legs a little shaky as you push yourself off her lap. Emily follows, towering over you despite the exhaustion clinging to her from the case. The way she moves, the way she looks at you —like she’s already thinking about all the ways she’s going to wreck you— makes your pulse spike.

She reaches into her pocket and pulls out the joint she had put out earlier, relighting it with a flick of her lighter. The flame illuminates her sharp jawline, her silver-streaked hair catching the glow before she inhales deeply. The smell of burning paper and weed curls between you both, thickening the air.

Emily exhales slowly, the smoke swirling around her, and she looks at you with that teasing, expectant smirk. “Undress me.”

Your stomach tightens. Fuck, you love doing this — love getting to strip her down, to touch, kiss, worship every inch of her like you should.

You start with her shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, pressing kisses to every new inch of skin you expose. Your lips graze over her collarbone, your tongue flicking out to taste her, and she hums in approval.

“Good girl,” she murmurs, voice thick with amusement and something darker, deeper.

You drag the shirt down her shoulders, fingers tracing the muscles beneath her skin. Then you let it fall to the floor, and your hands immediately go to her belt, your lips pressing to the dip of her stomach.

“God, Emily,” you whisper, unable to stop yourself. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

She chuckles around the joint, taking another slow inhale before she reaches down, threading her fingers through your hair. “Mm. Keep talking, sweetheart.”

You do. You kiss down her abdomen, your voice softer now, reverent. “Never get tired of this. Never get tired of you.” Your fingers make quick work of her belt, then her pants, and as you slide them down, you feel how warm she is beneath them, how damp the fabric of her panties is.

Your breath catches. You hadn’t even touched her yet, and she was already soaked.

Emily smirks at your reaction, tilting your chin up with two fingers. “What’s wrong, baby?” Her voice is pure teasing, her head cocked to the side as she watches you kneel in front of her. “You act like I don’t get like this every time I think about you.”

Your nails dig into her thighs as you let out a quiet whimper, overwhelmed by how much you want her.

“Take them off,” she orders, and you don’t hesitate.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of her panties and drag them down, your breath hitching at the sight of her, glistening, swollen, practically dripping for you. You lick your lips, your thighs clenching together at the sight and at the scent of her.

Emily sits back down on the couch, legs spreading wide, the joint still balanced between her lips. She takes another slow drag before exhaling, watching you through the smoke.

“You know what to do,” she murmurs, voice thick, lazy, dripping with dominance.

You fucking do.

You move forward, your hands pressing against her thighs as you lean in, dragging your tongue up her slit, slow and teasing. You hear her sharp inhale, feel the way her muscles tense beneath your touch, but when you pull back just to tease her, her hand tangles in your hair, tugging you forward again.

“Don’t be a fucking tease,” she scolds, voice low, dangerous. “Make yourself useful.”

Your whole body burns at that, and you obey without hesitation. You press your mouth against her, your tongue diving between her folds, licking up every bit of her wetness before circling her clit.

Emily groans, her head tipping back, one hand still buried in your hair while the other rests on her stomach. She takes another hit from the joint, exhaling slowly as your tongue flicks over her clit again, then again, then again — until her grip tightens, until she hisses between her teeth.

“Fuck, that’s it,” she mutters, her voice rough. “You’re so good with that mouth, aren’t you?”

You hum against her in response, the vibration making her hips jerk slightly. You flatten your tongue, dragging it over her again before dipping lower, pressing it inside her, tasting how fucking wet she is for you.

Emily groans, her head rolling to the side. “Goddamn. So eager to please.”

You whimper, your own arousal dripping between your thighs at her words, at the way she sounds, breathy and wrecked. You bring your fingers up, teasing her entrance before slowly pushing two inside, curling them just right, just the way you know she likes.

Emily shudders, her grip on your hair tightening. “Oh, there you go. That’s my good fucking girl.”

The praise, the dominance, the way she’s using you, praising you, degrading you all at once. It makes your entire body ache with need. You work her faster, your fingers pumping in and out while your mouth stays latched onto her clit, sucking, licking, devouring.

Her thighs tense around your head, her hips starting to move against your mouth, chasing the high you’re giving her.

“Fuck, just like that,” she groans, her voice rough and raw. “You’re such a messy little thing, aren’t you? So desperate to taste me.”

You moan against her, your fingers moving faster, your tongue pressing harder against her swollen clit. You can feel her getting closer, the way her breath comes in short, ragged gasps, the way her body tightens beneath you.

“God, you’re so fucking good at this,” she breathes, her voice breaking slightly. “No wonder I keep coming back.”

You whimper, your own arousal dripping down your thighs at her words. You press your tongue flat against her clit one last time, sucking just right, and then...

Emily curses, her whole body tensing, her hand yanking your hair just hard enough to make your scalp sting as she comes with a long, low groan.

You keep going, working her through it, licking up every last drop of her, drinking her in until she finally releases you, her grip loosening, her body going lax against the couch.

You look up at her, breathless, lips glistening, your fingers still lazily stroking inside her.

Emily exhales one last drag from the joint before she smirks down at you, her dark eyes hooded, sated, but still hungry.

“Jesus,” she mutters, shaking her head slightly as she flicks the joint into the ashtray. “You really don’t fucking disappoint, do you?”

You grin, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Never.”

Emily hums, tilting her head. Then she reaches down, grabbing your chin again, forcing your mouth open just a little.

And then she spits into it.

“Swallow,” she orders.

You swallow without hesitation, your throat bobbing as her spit slides down, and Emily watches you with a smirk, her eyes dark and knowing. She always knows how much you fucking love it when she does that. How it sends another wave of heat pooling between your legs, making you even messier than you already are.

Before you can even catch your breath, she hooks her fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down with one smooth motion. You shudder as the cool air meets your soaked folds, your arousal dripping down the inside of your thighs.

Emily hums in approval, running her hands up your bare legs as she leans back against the couch. “So fucking wet for me,” she murmurs, her tone half praise, half mockery. She drags a single finger through your slick folds, collecting your arousal before bringing it up to her lips. She sucks her finger clean, her gaze locked onto yours the entire time.

“Mm. Sweet,” she muses, licking the last trace of you from her fingertip. Then, with firm hands, she grips your hips and pulls you forward, guiding you onto her lap.

But she doesn’t let you settle there. No — she angles you just right, just so that when you sink down, your soaked cunt lands directly on her bare thigh.

You let out a gasp, thighs twitching at the contact, at the heat of her skin against yours. Emily groans low in her throat as she feels the slickness of you coat her leg.

“Jesus, baby,” she mutters, voice thick with amusement. “You’re making a fucking mess.”

You whimper, shifting slightly, feeling the friction of her thigh against your aching clit. The sensation makes your breath hitch, your fingers digging into her shoulders.

Emily grips your waist, fingers pressing into your skin just hard enough to make sure you know who’s in charge. “Ride it,” she orders, her voice husky, firm. “Come on. Let me see you ruin my thigh.”

Fuck.

You obey instantly, rocking your hips forward, dragging your dripping cunt over the firm muscle of her thigh. The friction is electric, the warmth of her skin against your sensitive clit making your whole body tremble.

Emily groans again, watching you with hooded eyes, her hands guiding your movements, making sure you grind down harder, deeper, exactly how she wants.

“That’s it,” she murmurs, tilting her head, her silver-streaked hair falling into her face. “Look at you, so desperate, so fucking needy. You can’t help yourself, can you?”

You whimper, rolling your hips faster, chasing the pleasure that’s already building too quickly. Every drag of your clit against her thigh sends another spark through you, your body burning, aching.

Emily smirks, pressing her hands into your ass, pushing you down harder. “I can feel how wet you are,” she murmurs. “Soaking me, dripping all over my fucking leg.”

You moan at her words, your movements growing frantic, your nails digging into her shoulders as you grind down harder, your slick spreading over her skin, making a mess of her.

Emily leans in, her lips brushing against your ear. “Come on, baby,” she purrs. “Make yourself cum for me.”

That does it.

Your whole body tenses, pleasure crashing into you like a tidal wave as you cry out, hips stuttering against her thigh. Your vision blurs, your body trembling as you ride out your orgasm, grinding against her, soaking her even more as she keeps you moving, making sure you take every last drop of pleasure she gives you.

Emily groans, her hands squeezing your hips as she watches you fall apart on top of her.

“Fuck,��� she murmurs, shaking her head slightly. “Such a messy little thing.”

You’re still panting, your forehead resting against her shoulder, your entire body spent. But then Emily tilts your chin up again, making you look at her.

Her smirk deepens.

“We’re not done yet.”

Emily doesn’t give you time to recover. She never does.

Still catching your breath, your body weak from the intensity of your orgasm, you feel her fingers gripping your jaw, tilting your face up until your dazed eyes meet hers. There’s something dark in them, something hungry.

“You’re not done,” she murmurs, her voice rough, commanding. “Lie down.”

Your stomach clenches, your body already responding before your mind can catch up. You slip off her thigh, your legs trembling as you lower yourself onto your back on the couch, still breathless, still dripping from the orgasm she just dragged out of you.

Emily stands, towering over you, her silver-streaked hair a wild mess, her lips swollen, her body glowing with sweat. And then, without breaking eye contact, she swings a leg over you, settling herself onto your face.

Your breath catches as her soaked cunt hovers just above your lips, her scent thick, intoxicating.

“You know what to do,” Emily says, and then she lowers herself down.

Your mouth opens instantly, your tongue dragging through her folds, tasting her, making her shudder above you. She’s already drenched, her arousal coating your lips, and fuck, you could get addicted to this.

Emily groans, rolling her hips slightly against your mouth, grinding down just enough to make sure you’re exactly where she wants you. “God, yes,” she mutters, her fingers threading through your hair, tugging just enough to make your scalp sting. “Fucking love that tongue.”

Her praise sends another jolt of arousal straight to your core, and without thinking, your hand slips between your legs, your fingers finding your soaked cunt, desperate for more.

Emily smirks at the movement, her hips rocking just a little harder. “You that desperate, baby?” she teases, her voice breathy. “Gonna make yourself cum while I ride your pretty mouth?”

You moan into her in response, the vibration making her shudder. Your fingers sink into your dripping hole, curling deep as your tongue flicks over her swollen clit, lapping at her like you need this to survive.

Emily groans, low and rough, her thighs tightening around your face. “Fuck, just like that,” she breathes. “Make me cum, baby. Make me soak that filthy little mouth of yours.”

The way she talks, the way she sounds, the way she’s using you. It drives you closer to the edge, your fingers pumping faster inside yourself as your tongue works her over, licking and sucking and teasing.

Emily's breathing turns ragged, her hips moving faster, grinding against your tongue. “God, you’re so good at this,” she moans. “So fucking eager, so desperate to taste me.”

Her grip in your hair tightens, her body trembling above you. “Fuck, baby — gonna cum. Gonna cum all over that perfect fucking mouth.”

That’s all it takes. You moan against her, sucking on her clit just right, and she comes with a sharp cry, her whole body tensing, her arousal flooding your tongue. You lap it all up, drinking her down, tasting every last drop as she grinds against your face, riding out her orgasm.

At the same time, your fingers slam into yourself, curling deep as you chase your own high. And then—

Your whole body shudders, your cunt clenching around your fingers as pleasure crashes into you, leaving you breathless, writhing beneath her. Your juices coat your own thighs, dripping down, making an absolute mess of yourself.

Emily lets out a satisfied hum, her body still shivering slightly as she slowly lifts herself off your face. She watches as you come down from your high, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your fingers still buried inside yourself, your lips shining with her slick.

She smirks, shaking her head slightly as she slides down next to you on the couch. “Goddamn,” she mutters. “Look at the fucking mess you made.”

You let out a weak, breathless laugh, barely able to move. Emily sighs, shaking her head again before she reaches for you, pulling you into her arms.

You melt against her instantly, nuzzling into her neck, inhaling the scent of sweat and sex and the faintest trace of her perfume. She presses a lazy kiss to your forehead, her fingers running gently up and down your back.

After a moment, you mumble against her skin, “Are you staying the night?”

Emily lets out a soft chuckle, her grip on you tightening slightly. “Yeah,” she murmurs, her voice quieter now, warmer. “I’m staying.”

You let out a tired, happy squeal, barely able to keep your eyes open as you press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips.

Emily hums against your mouth, a rare, quiet tenderness in the way she kisses you back.

And just before exhaustion takes over, just before you drift off in her arms, you hear her whisper...

“Good girl.”

[magewritesstories]

[ SPENCER REID ] IT'S BASIC MATH, REALLY

cw. my continuation of unit chief!spencer reid x gen z!agent, in this installation you try to explain girl math to him [fluff.] wc. 601 (it's a small blurb)

SPENCER REID KNOWS MATH; HE HAS A PHD IN IT TO PROVE SO. But somehow you've managed to stump him (which happens more often than the genius would like to admit) with the concept of what you call 'girl math.'

It started when you walked into the small crowded bar near the Quantico building where the team had decided to meet up after a particularly satisfying arrest.

You strutted into the room in a pair of gorgeous, expensive-looking shoes, and of course, Penelope had to comment on it.

"Oh my God, Y/N," the blonde practically squealed as she pulled you into a hug, "You look even more gorgeous than usual—I love, love, love those shoes!"

You let out a soft laugh as you joined the rest of the team at the table with a quick greeting. "Thanks, Pen, they were actually pretty cheap," you reply, "I got 'em at Bloomingdales."

"Really?" JJ asked, joining in on the conversation, "Were they having a sale?"

"Nope, but they were only $156," you answer.

Spencer raised his brows in surprise, "You think $156 is a cheap price for one pair of shoes?"

"Mhm," you hum as you take a drink that Luke hands you, "It's girl math."

"Come again?"

"Girl math," you clarify, standing closer to him so that he can hear you over the loud music.

Spencer leans towards you instinctively, genuinely curious about whatever 'girl math' was.

"So, basically, these shoes cost $156, right?" you say as he nods along, "But they're comfortable and cute, plus they go with like four different outfits, which means I'll be wearing them a lot. In the coming month, I'll probably wear them, like, 10 maybe 15 times. Which means that they actually only cost me around 10 to 15 dollars—you know, if you divide 156 by the amount of times I wear them."

"But you don't pay for the shoes in installments," Spencer replied in confusion, "And your shoes aren't a car, the amount you walk in them doesn't depreciate their value like mileage would a car."

You shrug as you take another swig of your drink. "But this way, I make myself feel better about spending $156 on shoes," you reply with a grin.

"So it's a form of consolation?" he replied with a small grin playing on his lips.

You roll your eyes as you give him a soft shove, "Shut up, Dr. Reid."

Spencer lets out a laugh at your playful eye roll.

"Well, either way, you do look nice in them," he said.

"You sayin' I don't usually look nice?" you teased, leaning even closer to him.

The close proximity suddenly made him realize the rest of the team had magically vanished from the table.

(Luke and Penelope had managed to drag JJ and Emily to the dance floor, while Matt, Tara, and Rossi were making conversation with the bartender.)

"Silence, really, doc?" you continued, feigning a hurt expression, "I'm hurt."

"I—I—What, no!" Spencer quickly replied, turning back to you, "That's not what I—what I mean was you look nicer than usual—not that you don't usually look nice or anything—"

You laughed, throwing your head back just a little, as you stopped him from digging himself an even deeper grave. "Calm down, Spence, I was joking."

You put down the now empty glass and grabbed his arm. "C'mon, you need to loosen up, let's dance."

Spencer let you drag him to the dance floor, where he pointedly ignored JJ and Emily's surprised faces as well as Luke and Penelope's eyebrow wiggles.

He was never going to hear the end of this.

[dorelia23]

The BAU is not haunted, Emily's probably still feeling the aftereffects of that one time she woke up from a nightmare to the entire team staring at her like :

[caseycabotsvu]

Emily Prentiss x Reader (Rule Breaker)

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SMUT: With Emily away on a case you decide to break her rules and touch yourself...will she find out? Masturbation, Dom/Sub dynamics, spanking, strap, mommy kink, slight humiliation/ dumbification, oral

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Emily has been away on case consults with the BAU in another state for the week, so you have been coming home from work to an empty bed every night. Your neediness for Emily has been growing and so has the feeling between your legs, all you want is for her to come home and show you some affection.

The tension your body feels is exponentiate, but Emily’s rules state your not allowed to touch yourself without her permission, but you know better than to ask as she would never have given into your whims. You decide, better to ask for forgiveness than permission right? So that is what lead you to taking yourself upstairs, laying out on the plush silk sheets, spreading your legs, and trailing your hands down your stomach, as one hand reached down tugging your nipples and the other drawing lazy circles on your clit. Your hips began to buck against your own hand as moans elicited from your soft lips. Carefully slipping two fingers into your cunt, beginning so curl them towards the soft spot, you loved so much when Emily touched.

Oblivious to your surroundings, you were completely unaware as to the presence of Emily stood at the foot of your bed, holster still bound to her hip, her black suit slacks encasing her toned legs and her belt sat slightly off centre. Her fringe prickling across her face as she bit her lip watching you. She had come home from the case she was working to the sound of your moans echoing throughout the apartment, a smirk plastered across her face as her brown eyes blew out. The first you were aware of her presence was when she cleared her throat.

Continuing to fuck into your tight hole your moans grew, imagining Emily was the one to bring you such pleasure, “Mhm mommy please." With that phrase Emily’s presence was known. She stalked over as you opened your eyes, a pleading look on your face. She grabbed your hands stopping them and nipping your clit. "Looks like you broke mommy’s rules, baby. That means I will have to punish you princess. Please y/n remind me who does that pretty pussy belong to?" Emily stared into your eyes, waiting for your answer, which your soon rambled out. "Sorry. Yes mommy. It belongs to only to you." A blush crept on your face as the humiliation grew. "And princess who is allowed to touch it?" Emily continued her domination, as the slick between your legs dripped onto the sheets. "Only you mommy." Emily smirked releasing your hands, before landing a slap to your thigh. “So then tell me why I come home to you fucking yourself like a dirty little whore, cumming over yourself moaning my name? Are you that desperate for mommy to fuck your tight hole, that you had to do it yourself, you desperate slut.” Emily continued her assault as you lay her under here gaze. “Strip and lay over my lap. Ass up like a good girl.”

You scrambled to your feet, pulling off your remaining clothes quickly not wanting to push Emily further. You propped yourself over her lap and clutched the bedsheets below, bracing yourself for her spanking. “Now baby doll, you’ve been a brat today and what do brats get?” You only hummed out a response as your brain stilled. “Words y/n.” You head snapped up as Emily’s hand firmly landed on your supple ass. “Yes mommy, sorry mommy.” Emily grinned at your submission, “Now what do brats get?” You squirmed at her words, “Punishment mommy.” Emily continued, “That wasn’t hard darling, was it? Or could your pretty, little head not understand? Too busy dreaming of the spanking your going to receive.” You nod, “Yes.” Emily reassured you, “Remember honey, anytime you want me to stop, say our word. You have the control here.” She laid a soothing kiss to your neck as she continued.

Emily hand colliding with your ass brought you back to her. “Count y/n!” You obliged, “One. Sorry Mommy.” She continued her punishment, as your ass grew red, and her slaps became harder. Soon the slick was running down your thighs and onto her slacks. Emily ran a finger through your slit collecting the juices, bringing them to your mouth. “Open and clean up your mess.” You obeyed her command, sucking off her fingers looking up at her just as you do when she fucks your mouth with her strap. Her hands snuck back down between your spread legs, exploring your pussy. “Such a pretty cunt, would be a shame not to praise it after you took your punishment so well.” Emily grabbed your hips, rolling you onto your back, tapping your thighs as an indication to open them.

She walked off to the wardrobe, opening the bottom draw, to find her favourite strap and harness, as she left you spread out on the bed, your folds dripping. Stepping out of her work slacks and into the black harness she attached the thick dildo, gently palming it as she stalked closer to you. “Your so wet princess.” Emily moaned as she ran her strap through your folds, coating it in slick. “Are you going to be a good girl and take mommy’s cock, darling.” A throaty moan escaped your throat, “Yes mommy.” As you felt the tip of her strap stretch you out your hips bucked up against her. “Mmm so big mommy. You’re going to ruin me.”

Emily: "Now baby are I going to be a good girl and take all of mommies cock?" You nodded, "Mhm yes mommy. Ugh it’s so big." Emily’s eyes where wide, a glint in them as they turned black. “What do you say y/n?” Emily continued to tease, “Ugh mommy please fuck me, I need you to fill me up.” As your sentence closed Emily fucked into you hard. Her pace unrelenting and she held your hips down, your legs intertwining around her waist. “Oh, fuck mommy it’s so big.” Emily’s thrusts never faulted as she reached one hand higher to push down on your stomach, feeling as her cock fucking into you. Emily began to bite her lip, a sign she was soon going to cum as the base of her strap rubbed her clit. “Fuck please, please can I cum.” You whined out as the pressure built. “Hold it baby, wait for mommy.” You tried your best as the pressure began to overwhelm you, your legs began tingling and your body started to tense. “Please I can’t hold it. Want to be a good girl for you. Please let me cum mommy.” You looked up at her pounding into you, your hair tousled and your face glistening with a sheen of sweat. “Cum for me baby.” With that your pussy clamped around her cock as your come over it. Emily moaned as her hips jolted, slightly slowing down to help you through your orgasm as she came down from hers. “Good girl.” Emily mewled as she pulled out and got on her knees.

Kneeling down gently licking over your folds she savoured the taste as your hips bucked towards her. Once Emily was satisfied she crawled up to your side, pulling you close as her soft breasts pressed against yours. A passionate kiss ensued, only finishing when you both were gasping for oxygen and your lips were plump and reddened. “I love you, amor. You taste so sweet." Emily breathlessly confessed, a small smirk on her face. “Mmm I love you too honey. Especially when you fuck me like that.” You shot back at her as you both collapsed into each other’s embrace, laughter filled the room, and the soft Emily returned.

[xxnymeriatargaryenxx]

how does she still look so good while being under a tremendous amount of stress???? 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩 (season 17 ep 9)

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Posts that depict Emily Prentiss as anything less than an Intelligent Boss Lady are absolutely moronic. She is a smart, highly capable & independent woman. She is a Lesbian. She isn't in love with Hotch, JJ, or anyone else already on the show. Elle Greenaway couldn't have handled working with Emily because she was a jealous, insecure neurotic who would have been threatened by Emily's strength & self-confidence that she absolutely belonged in the BAU. Proven by the fact that she is now the Boss. Elle Greenaway is a serial killer & that is the only way she would ever be back, as an unsub.

[sarcasm-and-stiles]

YOUR HONOR SHE’S GAY

⚠️PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY ART⚠️

[aperrywilliams]

I Can't Fail. I Can’t Fail Them (Emily Prentiss)

A little blurb about Emily's inner struggle after knowing Spencer got arrested in Mexico. Because our unit chief had her own calvary when her little brother messed up in Mexico and nobody talked about it. Tell me what you think and if you agree with me.

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People usually see the tough girl, the confident woman who can manage the pressure of a grueling job. And hell she is lke that. But people don’t see the other side of Emily Prentiss. The vulnerable one, the wounded one. I have seen it, and it hurts me every time I do.

That night we lying in bed when she got a phone call. It wasn’t rare to get those in the middle of the night. We both worked at the BAU and she was the unit chief, after all.

I immediately thought it was a case. As she spoke, I stood to put on some clothes. When I was ready to go for my bag, I saw her face. It was a mix of confusion and panic. It wasn’t usual for a regular case. Her eyes met mine and I knew something was off.

Once she hung up the phone I hurried to ask.

“What is it?”

“It's Spencer,” she mumbled, still trying to put the pieces together at the time to form an action plan. I was afraid to ask further, but it wasn’t necessary.

“He has been arrested. In Mexico.”

“What?”

None two days ago we saw Reid in our last case. My confusion only matched Emily’s.

Since I have known Emily, just a few times I saw her not knowing what to do. With her phone still in hand, her eyes were lost in an imaginary point on our bedroom floor.

“Should I call the team?” I tried to get her attention. Her eyes met mine again. She purses her lips before answering.

“No. Not yet. We’ll meet Garcia at Quantico first. I need to know how bad is it.”

I offered to drive while she called Garcia and a bunch of other people to get more information as we rushed to the headquarters.

Penelope was waiting for us and I could see how Emily switched from lost to alert in an instant.

Giving Garcia directions on what to do, she retracted to her office to keep calling people.

I knew it wasn't a good idea to push her asking if she was okay or needed something. Years of dating taught me that Emily Prentiss needed her space to process.

In silence, I headed to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee I knew we all would need and help Garcia gather more information about what happened to Spencer.

As the team started to show in the bullpen, the questions started to increase as well, and Emily was still in her office.

I volunteered to notify her the whole team was waiting.

After knocking on the door I poked my head.

She had the same lost look I saw on her earlier. Closing the door behind me I approached. Emily lifted her gaze to me.

“Are they all here now?” she solemnly asked to which I nodded.

“Yes.”

“Okay. I’m joining you guys in one minute,” she announced, picking up some papers from her desk and standing. Before she could pass me, I gently stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Emily, please. Before we go, talk to me.”

She sighed deeply.

“It's bad. And I need to do something but I don't know what to do.”

Her voice was steady although her words came desperate. My hand on her shoulder traveled to hold her free one. I softly squeezed it.

“We can figure it out. We’re all here. Together we can think about what to do,” I reminded her. She bit her bottom lip.

“I know. But I should be who leads this ship and right now I’m feeling pretty useless. I can’t fail Spencer. I can’t fail this team. Not right now.”

I could feel in her voice the weight on her shoulders, and although I always will be by her side supporting her, I knew too this was another huge life test that would mark her forever.

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[dykeforhire]

For the Emily Prentiss belly enjoyers… I know you’re out there.

[a-heart-of-kyber]

Tbf, the more I watch CM the more I dislike the Doyle storyline because it really is the beginning of the end of the version of Emily that I actually like 😂

[ohlookmypeach]

Brooo, wtf… who is this bitch Linda Barnes?!

[missmitchieg]

Penelope: The blond one, she died! Twice, last week! It was crazy with a "K"! All right. So there was that battle, right, and they needed her to have a secret identity. Well, after that race car thing, and then this week, she's back at work.

Emily: Wait. She's already back at work?

Penelope: Yes, because she has special healing powers, remember? She gets back to work, and she professes her undying love to her boss Steffi, and I, like, screamed, "they're gonna do that now? Now?" I mean, she has loved her for years and years.

Me: ....Penelope, why are you watching Criminal Minds? You literally live that.

[caseycabotsvu]

Jemily x Daughter Reader (Saving You)

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TW: Usual CM type violence/ topics, kidnapping and torcher - Emily, JJ and the team rescue a young girl from her abductor...what will happen next...

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Emily Prentiss had seen lots during her time with the BAU, she had seen the best and worst humanity had to offer, though often the latter. Emily was used to adjusting to demanding environments, yet nothing could prepare her for the teams next case and how her world was about to be turned upside down forever.

Two phones rang out simultaneously, illuminating Emily’s bedroom framing both her and her wife in a faint glow. The noise prompting an exhausted groan from beneath the crisp white bed linen in which Emily and Jennifer shared. Emily rolled over partially awake, her hand grasping out to stop the incessant ringing, “Prentiss?” The other voice rang through the speaker with urgency, “We’ve got a case.” Emily groaned, “Yes Hotch we are on our way.” Hanging up Emily turning towards her wife, gentle hands shaking Jennifer, who had been completely oblivious to the phone buzzing beside her, awake. “Jen honey, Hotch called we have case.” Jen wiggled back into Emily’s front, her usual position, needing Emily’s warmth as she sighed from sleep deprivation as she arose. “Mmm morning Em.” Emily laughed at JJ’s horse, yet cute morning voice as she sat up rubbing the sleep from her eyes, still seeking the safety of Emily’s frame. Emily pulled her into a quick hug, leaving a small kiss on her forehead before getting up grabbing her suit from the wardrobe and in the process handing JJ hers. “Thank you honey.” Emily blushed at the sincerity; it was the small moments of gratitude that made her fall even further in love with JJ each time.

On the way to their SUV Emily and JJ grabbed themselves a croissant and coffee from the kitchen, before stepping out into the crisp dawn light, the sun had barely set, let alone risen and Emily could only guess it was around 4 am. During the ride to work, JJ rest her head against the window drifting in and out of sleep whilst reaching over the centre console grasping Emily’s thigh as if making sure she would not leave, a common ritual Emily adored about JJ. Emily smiled softly at the sentiment as they set off towards Quantico.

Upon arrival, Emily placed a kiss on her wife’s cheek waking her from her nap, as she pulled the car into the parking garage. “Good morning again honey. We’re at work now come on.” JJ rolled her eyes and pecked Emily’s lips before jumping out of the car towards the building, scanning in as they were ushered towards the conference room, where Hotch waited to brief the team. Reid and Garcia already sat alongside Rossi and Morgan, waiting for everyone to arrive.

When everyone was seated Hotch briefly outlined the nature of the case due to its urgency, a family annihilator, both parents murdered, and the child missing with no sightings so far. The team were informed that this specific unsub had attacked four other families and that the missing children were only abducted for a matter of days before they were found the same way as their parents, meaning the current missing child was the main priority of the team. Garcia wished the team good luck as they made their way to the SUV’s following her intel on the child’s whereabouts. The child was said to be being held hostage amidst a row of abandoned warehouses on the outskirts of town, the spot was perfect, both isolated and vast meaning the team had to work quickly not only to capture the unsub, but to find the child. Emily and JJ, Derek and Reid, Hotch and Rossi jumping in their respective vehicles approaching the area with haste. Emily and JJ arrived first, followed in quick succession by Derek and Reid who followed their lead.

Upon arrival, Emily and the team found themselves weaving through dirty corridors filled by rows of metal shutters, discarded machinery and litter, perfect places to hide a victim. As they got deeper into the warehouse a faint whimpering could be heard, that of a scared child. They followed the noise closer and closer, before spotting the unsub in the distance. Derek and Reid split from Emily and JJ entering the alternate entrance intercepting him swiftly, as Emily and JJ ran towards the room the young girl was being held in.

Kicking opening the door Emily could see the child covering her head, her knees under her chin cowering, with rope around her wrists and dirt covering her tiny body. Emily approached slowly and JJ took a step back not wanting to scare the child further. “Hi sweetheart, we’re here to help you. I’m Emily and this is my partner JJ. What’s your name?” She child looked up at Emily, her tearstained face illuminated by the little light entering the room. She studied Emily and JJ as Emily pulled out her badge showing the girl she was here to help. “See honey, we are here to help you. I’m with the FBI.” After tense few moments anxious in thought, the girl gave a small nod allowing Emily to come closer to undoing the restraints around her wrists. Reassured by the comfort, the young girl reached out allowing Emily to pick her up, before hiding her face against Emily’s neck. JJ guided them out of the warehouse and soon enough directed the duo towards the paramedics waiting to check over the girl for any injuries.

“Hey honey, these nice people just want to make sure you’re not sick okay?” JJ pointed over towards the medics but the girl whimper pulling closer to Emily, grabbing onto her jacket not allowing anyone to come between her and the only person she trusted. Emily reassured her placing her in a tighter hold, “It’s okay honey I’m not letting you go, I’ll come with you.” With that the girl relaxed marginally, allowing Emily to sit in the Ambulance, placing her on her lap to get checked over. With a few checks the medic stated, “She’s medically cleared to travel with you, but I’ll put some Neosporin on her wrists as they look a little sore.” The medic reached over attempting to apply the antiseptic to the girl’s wrists, but she batted his hands away, shaking her head as her lip began trembling. Seeing the child’s fear JJ stepped in suggesting, “Will you let Emily help you honey?” To this suggestion the young girl nodded, reaching out her arms to Emily to help fix the grazes and bruising. “Thank you for trusting me honey.” Emily praised earning a small smile from the child who rested her head against her chest. “Hey, honey you’re going to ride with me and JJ back to our work okay?” The child identified now as y/n pointed towards the black SUV before looking towards Emily inquisitively. “Yes that’s right love, that’s our car. JJ’s going to drive and we can sit in the back together. Does that sound okay?” Emily gave the child time to answer, she nodded giving a small wave to JJ before Emily scooped her up walking towards the car.

Approaching the car with y/n firmly planted in Emily’s arms, the couple shared knowing glanced with each other, y/n completely unaware of their thoughts. JJ opened the door for Emily allowing her to climb into the back with y/n, buckling both herself and the child in whilst JJ climbed into the passenger seat starting the engine. Once on the road back to Quantico, y/n, who could not be sat on Emily’s knee leaded against Emily cuddling into her side, grasping her hand as she slowly drifted in and out of sleep due to her exhaustion. Each time she arose Emily gently encourage her back to sleep, softly lulling her and stroking the back of her hand, as JJ occasionally glanced at the duo through the rear view mirror, smiling to herself at the site of her wife becoming more maternal by the minute.

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[theydemily]

sorry to hear that s.w.a.t. is gonna get sent off after its next season, BUT LET ME TELL YOU. if shemar is free whenever criminal minds evolution starts filming again?!? AND I GET ANOTHER DEMILY REUNION?? and prentiss and morgan both get to be partners and friends in their sexy middle aged era???? i won’t know how to be quiet omggg