pairing: emily prentiss x fem!bau!reader
word count: 2182 k
summary: You finally give in to the fire between you. It blazes brightly as you spend the night together. Sorry guys, just smut (hope it's not as cringe as I think it is)
tags: smut (18 +), teasing, vaginal fingering, top!emily, r!receiving, oral sex, soft praise… is there something missing? If yes, hit me up (I’m new to this)
A/N: Thank you for all the love! :) This was never supposed to become a series, but here we are, five parts of Unit Chief Emily Prentiss and you.
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Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
The door closes behind you, shutting out the rest of the world. The dull click of the lock echoes loud in your ears. You blink against the light and feel how close Emily is. Her breath brushes your cheek, warm and uneven. Her body heat reaches out, wraps around you like a protective veil. Suddenly, your coat feels too heavy, too warm. Your skin tingles beneath the fabric, alive with longing and the weight of anticipation.
Emily’s eyes roam over you, slow and hungry, a fire smoldering in every glance. She takes in every detail: the lipstick on your mouth, the line of your throat, the gentle rise of your collarbone, the top button of your coat. Your breath hitches. Shallow and uneven.
“You actually did it.” It’s not a question, but a quiet, reverent truth that leaves her lips.
Your fingers twitch, just slightly, but enough for her to notice. “I did what you asked,” you say, voice steady as you step toward her. You’re not touching. Not yet. But the air between you crackles. She’s the flame, and you’re already burning. “Do you want to see what’s underneath?” you ask, the words velvet-smooth on your tongue, surprised at your own boldness.
A flicker passes her lips, the hint of a smile. But her eyes are still caught in a silent war between control and desire, between what she should do and what she wants. You think she might step back. You prepare for it. But then her shoulders drop, just barely, and you know her decision has already been made.
“Show me,” she breathes, her voice a whisper laced with command, low, final and leaving no room for doubt.
A tremor runs through you, not out of fear but anticipation. Your fingers find the belt of your coat, resting there deliberately, not to tease but to show her you’re ready. For this. For her. Her pupils dilate the second you pull, your shoulders tilting back as the fabric slips off, pooling around your feet.
You stand before her, wearing nothing but your heels and lipstick.
Emily’s eyes flutter closed, like she needs a second to steady herself. And then she steps toward you, there is no hesitation, no restraint. Her hands cup your face, warm and certain, grounding you. She searches your eyes, sees the hunger flickering in them, and pulls you in.
Her mouth finds yours, hungry and claiming. It’s not gentle. It’s not sweet. She kisses you like she’s been starving, like she finally has the permission to taste.
First, there’s the lipstick, smeared between you, tasting of sin and recklessness. Then there’s the weight of the night you didn’t have. And now, there’s only what comes next.
You cling to her, fingers digging into the muscles of her arms. You’re safe here, in her heat, her firmness, the way she moves with such quiet authority. She lifts you without effort, carries you until you’re backed against the wardrobe. The wood is cold against your spine, and the contrast to your fevered skin pulls a gasp from your lips.
“Do you even know what you do to me?” she whispers into your ear, her voice rough with restraint. Her hands tighten around your waist. Her mouth finds that spot behind your ear, that tender place that makes your blood coil.
You try to answer, but your mind is a blur. Your body already too far gone. “Tell me,” you manage, breathless.
Emily laughs, low, dark, and devastating. If you were wearing underwear, it would be ruined by now. “You drive me out of my goddamn mind,” she murmurs, her fingers tracing your spine, slow and reverent. There’s no rush in her touch, only something aching, sacred, like she’s finally allowing herself what she’s denied for far too long.
You feel her chest rise and fall, her teeth grazing your neck, her presence overwhelming. She’s everywhere and somehow, never close enough.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she admits, pressing her body tighter against yours, and your breath stutters.
“So have I,” you confess, and in the next second, she spins you around, lays you back on the bed, and looks down at you like a predator who’s finally caught what it’s been hunting.
You take the moment to really look at her, tousled hair, your lipstick smudged across her mouth. Her hardened nippels beneath her dark blue top, the way her curves make your whole body ache. You want to worship her with your hands. With your mouth. With everything you have.
Emily licks her lips, eyes devouring you, then she pulls the top over her head. Her shorts drop next, leaving her in nothing but a black lace slip.
“Come here,” you whisper, cheeks flushed, pulse thudding in your throat.
She takes your hand without a word, her soft fingers curling around yours, a quiet promise, grounding and electric at once. Her knee slides between your thighs, easing you open, and when she presses against the place where you’re already aching, you can’t help the sound that escapes you.
She leans down to you, and the kiss turns into a wild mess of tongues and teeth, until she bites your lower lip, gently tugs it, and buries her hand in your hair. She pulls your head back, seizing the moment to slide her tongue into your mouth, while her free hand trails down your body. You arch your back until your breasts touch hers, savoring the feeling of her hard nipples teasing yours. Her fingers wander down your stomach, cirle your hip, then slide a little lower, digging into your thigh. You whimper in frustration, which draws a low, throaty laugh from Emily.
“So impatient,” she murmurs, pulling her lips from your neck, trailing her tongue down, until she finds one of your nipples. Her lips wrap firmly around it, she sucks gently, bites softly until you can no longer hold back a moan.
“So desperate to be touched,” she adds, as her fingers graze your folds. Emily lets go of your nipple and kisses her way down your body, sitting down on her knees and withdraws from your touch. Before you can protest, her hands grip your ankles with a gentleness that makes you pause. She skillfully slips off your high heels, drops them carelessly to the floor and kisses your calf, your knee, the inside of your thigh.
You're trembling with anticipation, you can't hide it. The tension coils inside you, almost unbearable, and a flicker of shame runs through you at how deeply you need her, want her. Emily senses it, your hesitation, the vulnerability that slips through at this moment.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” she asks sweetly, before placing a kiss right where your thigh meets your hip. As you try to turn your head, her left hand shoots up, fingers firm around your chin, guiding your gaze back to her. She doesn’t let you look away and you blush at the sight of Emily between your thighs. “Look at me when I bring you to orgasm, understand?”, she commands and you swallow hard, “Eye contact, darling.”
At the sound of that pet name, something inside you shifts – a flutter, a surrender. You nod, obedient and undone, and just like that, the last trace of your shyness vanishes. Emily grins at you satisfied, eyes never leaving yours, as her tongue licks your clit slowly. Your breath falters and a desperate sound escapes your lips. It’s not enough, not nearly enough and Emily knows that. Knows exactly what she’s doing. You see it in her eyes, the glint of mischief, gleaming with wicked delight. You try to arch into her, to create friction, to find some kind of release. Anything.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she chides, and her hand leaves your chin only to press your hips firmly into the mattress. You stare at the veins that are clearly visible on the back of her hand, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. “Hold still,” Emily's voice dips, a shade darker now, "And remember, eyes on me. Keep them open, darling."
Before you can say anything in response, Emily lowers her head again, teasing your entrance with her tongue and collects the moisture she has created with her previous words and actions. You should be embarrassed by how wet you are, but right now, you don't care.
“Baby, you taste so good,” Emily growls, her voice vibrating through your body. Her tongue runs up with relish, caressing your clitoris and then descends again. She observes exactly how you react to her every movement, memorizes it, tests it out. She enjoys the way you squirm beneath her, wanting more, frowning desperately. “Tell me what you want,” she says between teasing and licking, “Use your words.” Emily knows how hard it is for you to articulate your desires. She knows your shyness, loves everything about it. But especially, when you outgrow yourself.
“Emily...”, her name tumbles from your lips, your breathing irregular.
“Yes?” Emily increases the pressure of her tongue, circling your clit until she suddenly sucks on it. You cry, wanting more, wanting to feel her inside you.
“I want to feel you inside me,” you finally say, having had enough of her games.
“Well, finally,” she hums against you, putting your body on alert. A finger presses between your folds until you whimper and Emily finally drives into you. You moan with pleasure, feeling her fill you up, testing how much you can take. She curls her finger slightly upwards until she hits your sweet spot and your gasping becomes a little louder. Satisfied, she increases the pace and devotes her tongue to your swollen nub again. Your pulse pounds in your ears, eyes half-lidded, the intense sensations are almost too much. Emily's silver hair tickles your thighs and you reach down confidently, pressing her head a little harder against you. Satisfied, Emily grins, increasing the pressure as desired and uses a second finger to thrust into you.
“Fuck,” you gasp, and your body shakes.
Her lips brush over you as she whispers, “That's better.”
Her hand grips your hips a little tighter, probably leaving a bruise, but at the moment, you don't care at all. Her fingers slide out of you, teasing your entrance and then slide back inside. She repeats this movement over and over again while her tongue keeps working your clit with sharp precision. She is thorough, savoring every sound, every desperate buck of your hips, your sharp intake of breath as she dives into you again.
“You're so hot when you let yourself go,” she moans, burying herself between your legs again and licking you as if she would never get enough of it. You can't find your words anymore, all that escapes your lips is a strangled whimper. Your fingers tangle in her hair, desperate and shaking, tugging hard enough to draw a moan from Emily. One laced with pain, but still with pleasure.
You feel your stomach tighten and heat coils up deep inside you. Your body tenses as if you're about to fall to pieces at any moment. You're about to come and Emily looks at you with lustful eyes. She can feel her fingers being pulled deeper inside of you. “You gonna come for me, darling?”, she teases you and gently bites you while her fingers work faster, more tirelessly, "Come on. Let me feel it."
You moan as her pace picks up, slamming into you. With one last suck on your clitoris, she sends you over the edge. Your orgasm jolts through you with full force, like raging waves crashing against solid stone. It takes your breath away as your body tenses, pleasure racing through your nerves as you cry out her name and clench your legs together, the pleasure almost unbearable. Overpowering.
Your legs tremble and Emily still doesn't let go of you, she moans and licks you until you flinch out of reach from overstimulation. She groans softly at the sight, carefully slips her two fingers out of you, places one last kiss on your swollen clit and holds her wet fingers in front of her mouth. She grins boldly at you and her chin glistens as she watches you gasp for air: "Look at you, falling apart so beautifully.“
She licks her fingers clean, slowly and sensually, not breaking eye contact and enjoying the way you squirm at this sight. Moaning, you pull her up, kiss her fiercely and taste yourself on her lips.
“You're going to be my downfall, Prentiss,” you growl, and Emily arches a brow.
“Or you’ll be mine?” she shoots back, pressing her body against yours. You hitch your leg up and feel just how wet she is.
“I'm going to show you,” you murmur, kissing her with hungry fervor and guide her onto her back, “Thoroughly.”
Emily's eyes darken another shade, and then your lips close around her nipple, pulling a throaty moan from her.
Now it's your turn. All that pent-up desire erupts like a raging storm. You feed the fire that’s been smoldering between you two far too long.
Summary: You come to spend a quiet weekend away from college with your best friend's family, expecting nothing more than familiar faces and easy conversation. Instead, you meet Emily Prentiss. Your best friend's godmother and BAU Unit Chief, composed, intelligent, and impossible not to notice. What starts as polite distance slowly shifts into something harder to define, especially when silence begins to feel louder than words. And by the time she leaves, you are left wondering whether you will ever see her again or why that question suddenly matters so much.
tags: college!reader, fem!reader, emily prentiss unit chief, soft longing, age gap, late night thoughts, quiet tension, things left unsaid, unspoken connection
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fluff=☽ smut=♥ angst=★ g!p=🍆
Natasha Romanoff x Fem Reader
from afar ★ - You lost all hope after you stayed in a loveless marriage with your husband, but when a certain redhead moves next door, faith is restored.
dessert before dinner ♥ 🍆- you come home with dinner for you and your girlfriend, but she thinks that you look tastier
high school sweethearts ♥ ★ - your parents are gone for the weekend, so your girlfriend comes over to celebrate your anniversary
my little maid ♥ 🍆- Can you do beefy!Nat, where she comes home to see the reader in a little maid or schoolgirl costumes and fucks the shit out of her with a strap. And makes reader gag on the strap. And maybe a size kink?
my obedient little wife ♥ 🍆- Natasha has just made you her wife, and she is going to take her time worshipping you
try to keep me ♥🍆★ - Hi there!! I saw that you were taking requests, so I thought I’d put one in! I’m obsessed with a rich/Silver fox Nat x innocent reader. Silver fox Nat is definitely manipulative and possessive, and is obsessed with R. Maybe for the fic, Nat just had a really stressful day and gets home late and needs to take her anger out on R? Maybe g!p too? Up to you! Definitely super kinky
fool me once ♥ ★🍆- Wanda or Natasha (maybe both if you can) wanted to have a child with the reader, but then they got divorced and the reader was pregnant, the reader complained by calling saying that she was going to take Wanda/Nat to court for refusing to pay child support, until the reader decided to go to her house and got pregnant again.
exactly what you wanted ♥ 🍆- hi! Can I request g!p nat getting distracted by reader while playing her game ( like a shooting game or something idk 😭)
just friends, right? ♥🍆★- Reader isn't cut out for a friends with benefits relationship, but she has her work cut out for her with Natasha, the biggest flirt on campus.
slivers of you ♥ ★🍆- short lil blurb about pervy nat jerking off into reader’s used panties
dirty g!p nat thoughts ♥ 🍆- dirty thoughts that have been plaguing my mind
Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff
nobody else ♥ ★🍆- a misunderstanding leads Natasha and Wanda to think they have different intentions about their “relationship.”
nothing i can't handle ♥ ★🍆- Wanda is very needy after being exposed to sex pollen, so she goes to her girlfriend to solve her problem. While doing so, she is nervous that Nat will find her disgusting because of her weight, but Natasha assures her just how sexy she is.
three's a party , part 2 ♥ ★🍆- Can you do g!p WandaNat fighting over the reader, but they just agreed with each other to take reader at the same time at a college party.
Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader
locker room ♥ 🍆- Hiiii, I saw that you were taking requests and I just had to ask, could you do awkward emo! Wanda and cheerleader!r where they’re both in high school or college and wanda likes r nd gets all shy and embarrassed around her, so r takes advantage of this and tries to make her as flustered as she can..and wanda can’t take the teasing one day so she builds up the confidence to ask her out which eventually leads to them having sex in the girls locker room 🤭
៵ ִֶָ ⋆ blessed are the meek 18+ — You apply as a secretary of the infamous ceo in the city, Natasha Romanoff. You’re prepared and willing to do some personal tasks for her, if need be. Just how personal are you both willing to go?
៵ ִֶָ ⋆ all corners must touch 18+ — You probably need to figure out which one of your fuck buddies knocked you up. Natasha Romanoff: assassin and retired spy.Zora Bennett: ex-marine; a mercenary. They’re dangerous. Deadly. Lethal. Their jobs make their character morally ambiguous, but you couldn’t care less. Does it even matter? Probably not. They both claim the baby, and bonus: you fall in love with them, anyway.
៵ ִֶָ ⋆ tear you apart — vampire!nat x reader x the countess/elizabeth johnson (TBD)
៵ ִֶָ ⋆ aswang AU
៵ ִֶָ ⋆ i found god (in a shape of a woman) milf!nat x reader
៵ ִֶָ ⋆ post-apocalyptic (the walking dead AU)
roomie!nat mini-series 18+
៵ ִֶָ ⋆ p-p-p-poker face — Your room has very thin walls. Natasha hears you having sex and gets turned on.
៵ ִֶָ ⋆ f-f-f-fuck her face — The aftermath of that night.
៵ ִֶָ ⋆ freak like me — natasha gets turned on by your risque behavior.
⧖ Finish What You Started ᥫ᭡
⤷ You finally manage to convince a rightfully reluctant Natasha to bring you with her to work.
⧖ You Were Are Hers ꩜
⤷ It’s been eight years since.
⧖ You Were Are Hers pt. 2
⤷ Four months later.
⧖ Alice, Who? ᥫ᭡
⤷ You’re always hearing about how the Black Widow is hot, but seeing her in person, getting personally trained by her, is something else entirely. Oh, she’s hot, hot.
⧖ Alice, Who? pt. 2 ᥫ᭡
⤷ Natasha doesn’t want you, or so she keeps telling herself. But you’re relentless in your attempts to build an amicable relationship with her, and then, when your attention is suddenly pointed at someone else? Well, now she has to do something about that.
⧖ What Made You Think That You're in Charge? ᥫ᭡
⤷ Even when you think you’re in control, Natasha’s always there to prove you wrong.
⧖ Such a Skeptic ᥫ᭡
⤷ Enchantedstrap!Nat x r
⤷ Natasha may be excellent in bed on a normal day, but she definitely lacks in the reciprocation department when you enchant her strap for the first time. You can’t blame her though. Nothing could have prepared her for something to feel like that.
⧖ Such a Skeptic pt. 2 ᥫ᭡
⤷ Once Natasha experiences your pussy for the first time, she becomes determined to do two things: 1) fuck you on every surface in every room in every position possible and 2) actually make you come.
⧖ I'll Hold it for You ꩜
⤷ Natasha isn’t used to this feeling, but luckily, you’re there to help her realize that not everything has to fall only on her. She deserves to let herself breathe sometimes.
⧖ Don't Call it a Mistake .ᐟ ꩜
⤷ You run into Natasha, your ex, at a local cafe that you both used to frequent together. It’s been over a year since you two broke up, so you thought that you would be ready to potentially face her again. Apparently, you need a few more months… or years… or forever.
⧖ Unsteady
⤷ Natasha never gave up hope that one day you would be returned to her, but the reunion doesn’t go quite like she had imagined.
⧖ Puppy-Dog Eyes
⤷ Maybe you can teach an old dog (Natasha) something new… or Natasha learns that not all dogs are something to be bothered by.
⧖ Just Once More .ᐟ ꩜ ᥫ᭡
⤷ “It’s not what Natasha wants. God, it’s not what she wants at all. But she’ll take it, she’ll take you, in any way that you’ll let her.”
⧖ For Fuck's Sake, It's a Werewolf
⤷ Halloween 2025
⤷ The Avengers were sent to a small town in Romania for a mission, and Natasha brought her girlfriend along for some sightseeing. When they arrive, it seems that so did some unknown being that begins terrorizing the town. What coincidental timing.
⧖ Not Like Them
⤷ (Soft) mob!Nat x stripper!r
⤷ A redheaded stranger walks into your club one night, and despite doing your best to prove to both her and yourself that she’s just like everybody else, she doesn’t allow you to.
⧖ One of Everything
⤷ It can be argued that this is the most Natasha’s ever said to you, usually coming in like a storm, all mouth and teeth, muffling any small talk you might have offered and replacing it with moans of her name.
⧖ Blinding
⤷ Everything is too much, including the sight of your green-eyed, redheaded savior.
⧖ Blinding pt. 2 (upcoming)
⤷ The adjustment to your enhanced senses in the real world isn’t easy, the darkness and muffled noises from the cell you were kept in having always protected you. But Natasha’s there every step of the way, determined to help you regulate everything that overloads your system.
⧖ Blinding pt. 3 ᥫ᭡ (upcoming)
⤷ Everything still overwhelms you sometimes, but now, you don’t mind when it’s because of her.
⧖ “It's Complicated” .ᐟ
⤷ Natasha’s recognized while she’s on the run with Steve. She probably should’ve thought things through when she ghosted you.
⧖ “It's Complicated” pt. 2 ꩜
⤷ She may be a coward, but Natasha's trying—she’s really trying—the only way she knows how.
⧖ “It's Complicated” pt. 3
⤷ “Natasha has really left, hasn’t she?” versus “She’ll stay for you.”
⧖ Still Handcuffed to That Bedpost ꩜
⤷ It doesn’t happen often, but every now and again, Natasha finds herself back there, her mind returning to the oppressive former belief that she doesn’t exist for anything but to be used. How is she to show you her in her entirety?
⧖ Worth Every Penny
⤷ Winning a night with the Black Widow—to Natasha, charity auction be damned—turns out to be, despite her initial disgruntlement, the start of something neither of you could have predicted.
⧖ Shouldn't Have ꩜
⤷ The world may continue on, but her world stopped that day. Hopefully, you get Natasha's voicemail.
⧖ Artificial
⤷ Nat x android!r
⤷ One of Tony’s prototypes becomes activated while Natasha is living—trying to survive—on her own at the Compound during The Snap. Maybe, all this time, she hasn’t been as alone as she thought.
⧖ Artificial pt. 2 ꩜ (upcoming)
⤷ summary redacted
⧖ Notability .ᐟ ᥫ᭡
⤷ Natasha never looked your way… or at least, not how you wanted her to. But maybe it was silly to think that the world’s greatest spy didn’t notice you.
⧖ Said Through Blue Lips
⤷ You and Natasha have never been all too fond of each other. Leave it to a near death experience, a bout of hypothermia, and a delirious confession to change that.
⧖ Catalyst
⤷ After Tony’s words do nothing to alleviate the uncertainty surrounding your relationship status with Natasha, you find yourself going home alone… or almost home. Getting kidnapped wouldn’t be your first choice of motivator to discussing whether or not she is serious about you, but it certainly gets the job done.
⧖ Home Sweet Home ᥫ᭡
⤷ You purchased yourself something new to try while your wife was away on a long mission. She comes home earlier than planned, but why let that interrupt your fun?
⧖ Permanently Yours ꩜
⤷ Even three years of separation can’t erase eight years of love, can it?
⧖ A Likely Story
⤷ Both Natalie Rushman’s quick arrival and even quicker disappearance are suspicious. You wish she didn’t leave so soon.
⧖ Office Hours ᥫ᭡
⤷ Philosophy professor!Nat x student!r
⤷ Your professor notices that you need some extra assistance understanding the material to pass her final exam. She’s determined to help you out, but you find that her methods are a little more than slightly distracting.
⧖ Office Hours pt. 2
⤷ It may be a little petty, but in your eyes, she started it.
⧖ Take a Look ᥫ᭡
⤷ Natasha’s never quite seen herself like this before.
⧖ Not in the Job Description
⤷ You have no idea how to physically, mentally, or emotionally handle when Natasha Romanoff flirts with you—you’re just a records technician. Well, at least she seems to enjoy your fluster.
⧖ Choose Me Too ᥫ᭡
⤷ The presumed by everyone (including herself) touch-averse Black Widow needs physical contact like anybody else. It only took you to show that to her. Now, she just needs to convince you that touch starvation isn’t the driving force behind her want to kiss you.
⧖ Choose Me Too pt. 2 ᥫ᭡
⤷ Now that you’ve kissed her and gotten a first taste, you can’t stop… you need to taste all of her.
⧖ Number Seven
⤷ Basketball player!Nat x tutor!r
⤷ When Natasha gets injured, the school tells her that the six weeks of no training will be the perfect break that she needs to improve her concernedly low GPA. It’s either shape up or ship out, and considering basketball is everything to the star player, the latter isn’t an option.
⧖ Table for One (For Now)
⤷ Nat x waitress!r
⤷ Same day, same time, same order.
⧖ Off the Record (upcoming)
⤷ You have to completely rebuild the idea you had of the Black Widow when you see that the woman everyone warned you about doesn't exist… or rather, exists only for people who never gave her a reason to be anything else.
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