Basically, a Couple scenarios where Emily is mean/toxic to you at work and at home but also can be very sweet using those profiler skills…. 💋
Info: you and Emily are in a situationship and you are starting to get jealous of jj and are really coming to terms with Emily’s toxic side….
Tags: power dynamics, jealousy, manipulation, toxic relationship dynamic, little bit of smut not a a lot…., drunk sex, mean Emily, confused and emo Emily trying to push away her feelings…, and age gap just not mentioned!
Enjoy I didn’t proof read :D
•Before you dated she’d always scare you. Whether it was around the corner “hi” “fuck Emily where did you even come from?”,behind you “boo” you would jump “you are just so jumpy huh” she laughed grabbing your shoulders and squeezing them, or the worst when she would just call you into her office because she knew you were scared to get in trouble I mean who the fuck wouldn’t working at the fbi.
• You knew about Emily and JJ having some sexual tension but you never really wanted to know the truth mostly because you loved JJ and she never really seemed interested in Emily that way… at least you thought? “Who wants to get drinks tonight!” Penelope yelled out and you and Emily glanced at eachother for her to then look over at JJ “are you coming?” She asked her in a weird tone almost like she wanted her to say yes…you kinda just stood there. “Ugh I don’t know the kids are away but it’s-“ “come on JJ you need a night out” Emily fixed JJs hair. Now you were confused why was the woman you were fucking asking her old situationship to come to drinks and touch her hair! You kind of just stayed quiet it wasn’t like you and Emily were dating, but it still pissed you off and made you jealous. The rest of the night you honestly ignored Emily she tried talking to you but wasn’t trying to be obvious you were upset. After 4 shots with Penelope you knew you had to go to the bathroom. 4 shots was nothing to you and you honestly needed to get away from the music. “Emily” you walked in and there she was leaning over the counter “how did you know I was coming in here” “you always go to the bathroom when you drink…” you rolled your eyes “I’m not drunk” “didn’t say you were.” “Why are you here, why don’t you go with JJ” you snapped “you are jealous of JJ really?” She got closer and you just didn’t fight it back mostly because the liquor in your system didn’t let you “fuck you” “mhm” she kissed your lips making you moan not sure when but Emily’s hand was creeping down your panties. “So fucking wet” she smirked kissing your neck you just felt her fingers slip into you hitting in the perfect spot she knew. “Be quiet” she covered your mouth as you heard the door open Emily still didn’t stop just was painfully fucking you slowly “Emily?” JJ called out and your eyes widened she just looked at you and shook her head “I’m here I’ll be out in a second!” She yelled “okay don’t take long!” She yelled back and left “what the fuck” you felt Emily leave you and you honestly felt flabbergasted….
• You and Emily didn’t live together at least not yet. She never slept at your place “there isn’t enough space sweetheart” which you didn’t really argue. It was true. But anytime you were at her apartment she never let you leave anything… not even a fucking brush push came to shove and you brought it up. “It’s nothing” “it’s something?” “Listen I just don’t do relationships I haven’t in almost 20 years” you understood her she had gone through so much but you also weren’t going to just let this happen. “Okay I’m going home” you left. You never thought you could Emily was harsh but so sweet but also pretty fucking confusing. A knock at your door and there she was drenched in water “it’s raining outside” “yeah I know” she looked ashamed and then pulled you in for a hug she pulled back and started kissing you “I want you” “Emily…” “no I’m serious I want you to be mine”.
Info: your moms friend Emily makes a strong impression on you. What happens if you have to see her and it’s only the two of yall alone??? Also I think ima do a part two to this but like really I wanna go crazy…. Give me some suggestions???
Warnings: smut, degradation, slut use, meanish Emily not really, reader is 20 technically, age gap, praise kink, princess use, also I didn’t really proof read sorryyy
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The hum of the wind hit your window; your room was dark but lit slightly by the moonlight. You sighed, lying down on your bed, trying to keep your mind busy and not on your mom's best friend.
For the past couple of months your mom's best friend came over more and more; it could’ve been because your mom was sad from her separation, but when you first heard of Emily, she just said, "A coworker who was nice to me." It never really stuck out as anything more.
Then you actually met her. When your mom introduced her to you at dinner those couple of months back, she was wearing slacks, a dark red buttoned-up silk shirt with just enough exposure at her chest, and her hair was curled loosely, framing her perfect face. “Nice to meet you," your throat choked out. She smiled.
That smile made your face feel hot, trying to hide the clear blush on your face. You looked away. You moved out of the way and to get the table set. Your mom went to get the food as you and Emily sat across from one another. "So how do you like your new job?" you broke the silence. "It's nice, not too different from my past jobs, but I’m glad to have friends like your mom around." "Aw, well, the team is happy to have you, Emily; you know that!” Your mom yelled from the kitchen. You studied Emily’s face although you knew her, and your mom worked for the FBI and, quite literally, studied people.
You weren’t too worried about your mom just because she was on the technical side of the FBI, but you knew everyone else she worked with was a different story.
“Wine?” Your mom came over asking Emily, “Sure, can I get some too?” You asked sarcastically butting into the conversation, “Only a little?" Your mom sighed and poured a little into the glass. "Are you not 21 yet?” Emily asked if her gaze was different. But you couldn’t tell why. "No..." You looked a little embarrassed; you really didn’t know why your mom never cared if you drank and you were almost 21. “She’s almost of age, and plus it’s wine." Your mom shoved Emily’s shoulder, and her face didn’t really move but just kept looking at you, and you took another sip of her wine.
"Well, what did you do before the BAU?” You asked, sipping from the glass. Trying to break whatever tension you were feeling. You could only gulp just loud enough for you to hear. She studied you and kept her gaze on you. " Well, I worked at the BAU years back and then moved to London and then came back to the BAU," she laughed.
That laugh made your stomach turn. You nodded. "That's pretty cool," you said, staring at your hands. "Here you guys go," your mom said, breaking the silence and placing the food onto the plates. “Thanks again; this is very sweet of you to invite me over," Emily said swiftly to your mom. She just gave her a reassuring smile. You just grabbed your fork, trying to eat. And ignore your stomach tightening from every glance. You looked at her fingers. The way she held the glass and the way she would rub the glass made time freeze.
Emily switched her eyes to yours, calm and yet fiery all in one. You tried to not make it obvious that you could see what she was doing. But what was she doing? "Your mom talks a lot about you, you know," she finally said, taking a bite of her food. You just raised your eyebrows. "Really?" "Oh, you know that, come on!” Your mom laughed; you just shook your head at Emily analyzing you. "So why the BAU? What is fascinating about knowing people’s deepest, darkest secrets?" you asked, almost like it was just you and Emily in the dining room alone…
“I like challenges; I also love teasing people about things maybe they never even knew about themselves." She smirked, taking her last sip of wine. Your mom said something, but the words were blurred as your center felt a heartbeat. You tried not to make any obvious tells, but you knew she saw how you reacted. Once you registered, you looked up and said, “Hey, I'm heading up; I feel a little tired. " Your mom gave you a sad face and gave the okay. Your eyes lingered on Emily's, like you both were playing eye tag.
You ignored her gaze, trying to keep your cool. You headed off trying to figure out what the fuck that was. You could hear Emily’s voice from downstairs just complaining about the current case she was working on.
You ended up falling asleep when you woke up to a buzz on your phone. Are you ok if Emily comes over to check on you and my plants while I’m away for vacation in a couple of weeks? What the fuck? You picked up your phone. You didn’t care, but why did you care? Whatever. Yeah, that’s fine lol, but I’m an adult. You sent it, trying not to overthink it, and then you picked up your phone again. Wait in a few weeks? You typed quickly. Yes, and also this weekend I have a date, so she might stop by to check on you. You sighed and ran downstairs. “You have a date?” “Oh, perfect! I was about to tell you to come down." Your mom smiled, and Emily had a grin like she knew something you didn’t. “You have a date?” You looked confused with your arms crossed, trying to ignore Emily’s grin.
Your mom looked down a bit, embarrassed. "It's fine, but Emily doesn’t have to come by genuinely," you said, trying to push down your crush on Emily. She was still looking almost like she knew you were just saying that. “I know, sweetie, but last time you didn’t water my plants, and they died but this weekend I just want you safe" your mom said, sighing, and Emily let out a chuckle. You rolled your eyes, and you agreed to let Emily come over.
Later that night, after a while or so, you just laid in bed, not trying to think about whatever that was. Once she left, it was over. Well, not really.
You were needy for her touch. Needful for that hung smile she gave you the whole night, like she knew all of the disgusting thoughts you had about her. Your hand slipped down your waist under the gentle underwear you had on. You were soaked just from the sheer thoughts of Emily’s hands and voice. Your fingers slipped into your needy cunt, moving in and out slowly. You pictured Emily teasing your entrance and just fucking the shit out of you. After a while you were a fucking mess. You were on edge needing relief from her. Instead, you just forced yourself to sleep.
Now there was the weekend, the day you knew Emily would be over; honestly, ever since you had that conversation the other night, it's been all you could think about. You frantically looked for what to wear. Flashy?... No. Cute maybe? Hot maybe? Ugh, you didn’t know what to do, so you just put on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Fuck it, this will have to do. You had just been lying on the couch on your phone, and you heard a knock. You opened the door to see Emily in her black slacks, boots with a heel, and a silk shirt that showed her cleavage. Her hair was perfectly shaping her face. Before you could say anything, she stepped closer. "Are you going to say anything?” You stood there dumbfounded. "Oh fuck yeah, come in, Emily!” you said, stepping back and letting her in. She chuckled at your remark.
"You've been here all day?” She asked softly. You looked up at her and nodded. “You don’t have a boyfriend?” She asked, swiftly moving to the living room where the plants were. It was silent as she held the leaf, checking it with a delicate touch. You could only look at her fingers when her voice threw you out of your trance. “Hmm?” “Oh, um, no, I don't, and I don’t have a girlfriend either…” you spilled out almost like a confession. “That’s hard to imagine," she said almost too calmly. "Why do you say that?" you added, moving closer to Emily. “I think you know why." Emily’s hand moved to your waist, pulling you in as her neck nuzzled into your neck. "W…we can't," you breathed out almost as if you were saying it for decorum's sake. It wasn’t like you were thinking about her fingers down your mouth. Emily pulled you back to get a good look at you. "It's okay," she said, planting a kiss on your lips.
You kissed her back hungrily and like you needed her. Her taste. You could taste the faint cigarette she had smoked. It was so fucking intoxicating. You let out a whimper as her hands gripped your waist. “I haven’t even gotten inside you yet," she said in a mimicking tone, holding your face and squishing it so you were forcing a duck face. “Such a pretty girl, so perfect. " You closed your eyes from the praise, feeling your center just get wetter.
"Emily…" you groaned softly as her hands were all over your body. Soft moans came from both of you, almost like the thrill of what you were doing was turning you both on even more. “I want to fuck you on your bed," she said, whispering in your ear. Unconsciously, a shiver was sent down your spine. Your makeout was messy as she held onto you as you guided yourselves to your bedroom. Emily’s hand was steady on your lower back as you got inside, and she kicked the door with her foot. Her hand went to hold the back of your head as she laid you down. Instinctively, you pulled down your sweats. "Such a slut, already getting undressed for me." Her words made you stop. In your tracks, "well go on, slut." "Show me how needy you are for me." She pulled on the waistband of your panties the sound of the band hitting you, making you somehow wetter than before. You slowly pulled off your shirt, your nipples hard from the cold air. Emily just stared in admiration; her hands grabbed your tits, kneading them. Moans fell off your tongue as her hand pulled off your panties. She slapped your pussy lightly; all you could do was groan, "You want to get fucked?” She cooed playfully, slapping your cunt. “Yes, Emily, please fuck me," you begged; you didn’t care how embarrassing it sounded. “Such a pathetic little slut." She huffed, slamming two fingers into your needy cunt. You gasped as she fucked you with no mercy, hitting your g-spot perfectly. The sounds filling the room were pornographic. Any time you moaned Emily’s name, she responded with a moan back like it was fueling her. “I want to taste you," you breathed out while she kissed your inner thigh. You could feel her smirk and continue kissing you, then slightly look up. "Do you?” You nodded frantically, Emily’s fingers were still inside you moving painfully slow knowing it was desperate, but you needed it. You needed her to know she'd been the only one on your mind; she pressed into your arms, whispering, "Use your words, princess." "Please let me taste you." You gasped while her fingers slid into your pussy harder. "You are so adorable," Emily hummed, amused by how she had you; she continued thrusting into your tight hole. “So fucking needy," she cooed. Her words were making you fall more and more over the edge, and you knew she could feel it. "Don't, not yet, beautiful." You let out a fit trying to contain your orgasm. Emily’s fingers left your center; you could feel your warm slick on her fingers. Some traced up your belly, and you whimpered at the loss of her inside you, but quickly you were right back where she wanted you, hand on your chin still wet from you; it was so fucking hot yet so intimate.
“I want you to play with yourself," Emily stated, adjusting herself beside you. You didn’t really process what she said before you knew it, and your fingers were slipping over your sensitive bud. “You listen so well, Princess," she whispered, watching you let out moans and pants, desperately needing more. Your body did little shakes. Emily knew you were close; she quickly moved your hand away and replaced it with hers. "Look at me, baby," she spoke softly. You just looked into her eyes… Her fucking beautiful, expensive eyes. They had you in a trance, like you could stay in this moment forever. "You are so gorgeous," you whispered. Emily huffed as her fingers slid back into you. “That’s it, come for me." Her praise continued, and it didn’t take long for you to cum all over her fingers. "Fuck" was all you could hear from Emily. You lay there as she kissed you everywhere. “I don’t want you to be with anyone else." Emily looked into your eyes almost like a plea. "Of course not” was all you could say. You closed your eyes and fell asleep on her chest.
Info: you are on a school trip with your professor. You basically confess and confirm what was there
Tags: smut, lil degradation, student x teacher (adults), couple of names sweetheart, baby, etc.
Enjoyyyyyy
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The end of the semester was finally here, and my trip to DC was this weekend. The thing is, after months of underlying tension with my professor, you knew this was going to be a problem.
Why, well, because she and I had to travel to another state with two other students and one other professor. We had signed up for some program; honestly, I had forgotten about it until four months ago when my professor told me I needed to come up with lesson plans for workshops.
Since then we had been spending more time together after school before school and even on the weekends if we needed to. I won’t lie; it was hard being around such a smart woman who also was drop-dead gorgeous. I would always be so excited to see her, but I’d never show it even when her hand would graze over my shoulder or my lower back to guide me out a door. Until we got to DC.
Present
“No no no!” “I’m sorry, Mrs. Prentiss." “Miss Prentiss," she snared. The worker looked horrified, and I was just sitting on my suitcase, waiting for her to be done, not really knowing what the hell was happening.
She turned around and gave me a doomed face and gave me a card. "Um, so we have to share a room, but they said it has two beds. I’m sorry; I SPECIFICALLY SAID I WANTED TWO ROOMS!” She yelled out, and I giggled. "It's fine as long as you don’t mind," I said, moving my suitcase and hers together. "Yeah, it’s really not a problem; it’s more annoying, and I just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable." I nodded and tried to contain the smile, anxiety, and nervousness running through my body.
I was just about to share a room with Emily Prentiss, what the fuck. I smiled and followed her to our room, where we were surprised to find only one bed… "Oh my god," Emily’s voice was low and pissed. I knew it. "It's ok; it’s a king. Are you a kicker?” Emily sighed, "No, are you?" I shook my head. “And there are two desks?” “And if you want we can ask for a different room?” “True, didn’t know you hated me that much," I said, putting down my bag and opening up my suitcase, trying to hide the grin on my face. “Whaa?” Emily looked dumbfounded. "You are cute. I’m kidding." “I know I don’t mind and I like you; I just don’t want…it’s just you are my student…” she said softly. "Well, I’m also an adult, and I’m okay with sharing this big ass bed if you are!” “I think yes," she said, putting up her suitcase on the desk. “What time do we have to be at the conference?” “Two hours?” I nodded. "Are you cool if I take a nap? I’m so tired from the flight," I groaned, plopping on my side of the bed. “Of course. I might have to join you in a little." She giggled, laying down with her back on the headboard.
I caught a glance at her glasses, the way her hair was up loose with hair strands out her beautiful nose. I tried to keep myself distracted and closed my eyes. I fell asleep to the shuffling of her book.
Emily’s POV:
Once I had seen y/n’s eyes were fully rested, I put my book down, glancing at her face; my heart skipped a beat. I was so hesitant because I knew how I felt about her, the way she looked at me or asked if I needed anything. She was a sweet girl and smart. Always attentive and caring…
Hell, I’ve had better conversations with her than I ever had with anyone else. She’s my student, and she might not even feel the same way.
What the fuck am I talking about, Emily? Get it together. I took a deep breath and tried to close my eyes and sleep for a little until I actually did.
I finally woke up to see y/n still asleep, beautifully calm, her nose twitching a little; it was so adorable. I sighed and looked at my phone. "Crap," "y/n," I said, rubbing her back to wake her up. “Hey, sweetheart, we have to go." "Mmm," she groaned. “Fuckkk, I'm somehow more tired," she giggled. Her laugh made my heart sink; there’s just something about her that’s so alluring.
y/n pov:
I put on a jacket and slid into my shoes. “How did you nap?” Emily asked, "Eh, my neck kind of hurts now." "Maybe I can give you a massage later." She winked. My heart dropped to my ass. What the fuck? No way she just said that. Which could also mean nothing. “I like your glasses; you look cute," I said, walking down to meet everyone.
"Thanks, I can’t see; I’m blind as a bat." She laughed, nudging my shoulder. My face turned red trying to contain the giddy feeling I’ve been having all day long.
Once our forever-long intro to the conference, we were able to head back. “Don’t you think we should have waited for everyone else?” I whispered to Emily, "Nah, fuck it, let’s just go back to the room and call room service?” She said, pulling my arm across the street, basically giving me no choice, not really like I minded either.
“I guess you also hated how long they went on about how men need more safe places," I said, shaking my head, causing Emily to laugh. "You are something, y/n." I didn’t know what she meant by that, but I do know it made me feel seen in a way.
Once we got to the room, I groaned and threw my jacket off, showing my tank top underneath with no bra, leaving really nothing to the imagination. I felt Emily’s stare from behind me. She probably is uncomfortable. What am I even saying?
"Sorry, I hate bras," I breathed out almost like I had to confess something. She smiled. “Me too. My boobs are just too big to not wear a bra if not they look awful," she said, sighing. “Oh god, no. If anything, yours are perfect. They sit nice, and you can hardly tell if you are even wearing one." I laughed, throwing on a baggy t-shirt, then stopped in my tracks, realizing what the fuck I just said.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean… I think you have awesome boobs. I just…fuckkk, I just need to shut up." I started saying frantically, "You think my boobs are perfect?” Emily moved closer to me. I couldn’t even look at her until her hand cupped my chin upward. “Do you?” "Yeah," I muttered, embarrassed; it was almost pathetic. She smirked slightly. “I notice you too, y/n; your hair, your makeup placement perfectly around your lips." Her voice was low and seductive as her fingers trailed to my bottom lip. She moved closer and placed a delicate kiss on my lip before biting the bottom one. "Fuck, you are so perfect, Emily." I was too desperate to even process what just happened, and I shifted us to the bed, laying on top of her. “Someone’s needy…” she said, taking off my shirt and sliding off my pants. "Mhm, I’m needy," I said, kissing her as I undid her shirt. “Are you sure you want this?” “I’ve never wanted anything more in life than this." Emily wasted no time and pulled me in, kissing my neck hungrily. I moaned at her touch; it felt like she’d done this so many times before.
Everything I ever thought was true. My hands explored her body, her perfect fucking body. I kneaded her boobs with my fingers, her nipples getting hard at the touch. "Fuck, I want to taste you so bad." She pulled me in desperately, and I won’t lie, I was just as desperate; it was like we had been craving one another.
“Please just fuck me, Emily," I begged, which caused Emily to shift without hesitation, moving herself between my legs and pulling on the waistband of my panties. "These are so cute," she said softly, admiring me, staring at how I was for her already a mess. I whined a little and tried to buck my hips; I could feel myself throbbing from the lack of stimulation. “Mmm, baby, be patient…” she cooed, her voice just making me more and more needy.
I could feel myself getting wetter when she placed her thumb on top of my clit over the thin fabric. “All for me?” She said with shock and smugness, "Yes, I need you so bad." She chuckled and moved my panties to the side, sliding in two fingers into my core with ease. “Holy fuck," I moaned as she slowly entered and disappeared into my cunt. "Mmm, that’s good," I huffed, gripping the sheets. Emily pulled off my panties and kept her pace, collecting my arousal.
“Please fuck me faster." I begged. Emily smirked and moved down to me, still not leaving me and, if anything, just at a painfully slow pace. "Mmm, but I like how you look right now, just all messed up for me, desperately begging me to fuck you faster, and I’m guessing harder too?” She said and slammed her fingers into me, curling them and the perfect spot. I couldn’t even moan before she stopped. "Look at you dripping for me, being such a good girl." She laughed, kissing my neck and speeding up her pace, her palm hitting my clit perfectly.
Our moans mixed with the sounds of her fucking me were filling the room. “Look at the way your tits bounce so fucking perfectly," I groaned at her praise, feeling myself tighten around her fingers. "Do you want to come, baby?” She asked, "Y... yes... fuck, Emily." I breathed out, feeling my stomach tighten. Emily kissed all down my waist and sucked lightly on my clit. "Oh my god, Emily." I whimpered. Her tongue glided over my clit, lapping and collecting my taste. "You taste so good." She buried her face more; it felt like I was seeing stars. “I’m going to cum." I moaned louder, coming undone for her. "Just like that, princess," she praised, slipping out of me and licking her fingers. "You taste amazing, baby," she said, kissing me while I was still trying to catch my breath. “You are something else, y/n, like an angel" she said, kissing my body, causing shivers down my spine. "You are so hot," I said, kissing her lips. "Well, we don’t have to wake up early tomorrow…” she said, smirking suggestively. “YES PLEASE YES!" I said, laughing, “Well, I was going to say let’s get some food, but—" "Oh, that’s fine too; we have a whole week here." I giggled, kissing her again.
tags: mommy kink, degradation, Emily is pretty mean but also possessive, slut use, jealous Emily, rough kink, choking lightly!, smuttttttt 💋
Info: you are at work late and notice your boss is still there with you maybe she will appreciate some company?
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Emily Prentiss, my boss… Well, it felt like I was her other half at times; I have been her assistant going on a year. I won’t lie, Emily wasn’t easy to work with; she was mean, rude, and her jokes felt more personal than anything… yet?
I always thought her hair was beautifully curled, her nose, and the way her jawline perfectly fit her face.
It was no mistake to see her beauty. Although her attitude was harsh. I still never quit. I won’t lie; she would use her authority over me all the time, and of course I thought it was annoying but it was also so hot, the way she snarled at me, glared at me when I was organizing things for her, and sometimes she would question who I was just talking to, then she would even make me go on to tell her my plans for the evening… all I’d earn was a “Mmm” or a huff like what I was doing was dumb?
Fuck, I knew this wasn’t normal, a boss and assistant relationship? Or is it...?
Obviously I always thought about her.. her curves, the way her suits fit her perfectly and just make her look like an angel. I need to stop. This is my fucking boss.
I looked at my phone and saw the time.
9 PM
I sighed and looked up, and no one was around the office except one door slightly open with a faint sound coming from it. I walked over; seeing it was Emily’s office, I slickly knocked and entered.
Her office raided her energy; there was a small lamp in the corner, dark red, and another warm light on the other side, and the smell of coffee and cigarettes. She had on her reading glasses and smiled.
"What are you still doing here, y/n?” Her tone was low and sweet but yet stern. I looked around and stood by the window, looking down at the cars in the parking lot.
“I was finishing up organizing some files for you," I said, not moving from where I was. “Hmm, right," she huffed, shuffling whatever files she had to the side of her desk. I turned to look at her. "What's the tone for?”
"Nothing, I just know you had a date and they canceled tonight," she said effortlessly.
I turned my body fully around feeling a little offended and rested my arms back, holding myself up on the window facing her. I just scoffed then laughed. "Um, I didn’t have a date; I just say it’s a date here and then," I said, feeling my face turning redder. Emily’s smile was amused, but she didn’t show it besides the little smirk at the side of her lips.
“Okay, good. I wouldn’t want you being distracted." "Like how you distract me?” I mumbled honestly, a little annoyed at what she’s telling me right now. I didn’t really know if she had heard me or not, but the way she looked up at me told me everything I needed to know.
“What?” I was too scared to even make eye contact. “I didn’t say anything." Her gaze was so intense I thought I was going to get a hole melted through my head.
She moved closer to me, and she moved the hair out of my hair. I didn’t know what to do but just stand there. “You think I don’t notice? Notice you in your shirts unbuttoned just enough?” She sneered as I looked into her eyes; they were dark and intense. “I don’t know what you are talking about," I breathed out lying I knew exactly what she was talking about. She just moved closer; I could basically taste her on my mouth, her scent. It drove me insane.
She grabbed my face hard. I won’t lie, something about it made my core feel a heartbeat. “I want to see your phone."
Her voice was direct and firm.
I didn’t even know how to react when she reached her hand down to my back pocket; she took it with ease and looked at the passcode, then raised her eyebrow,
still with no hesitation, and put in a code, and it opened. I could only stand there watching helplessly as she looked at my messages.
346-993-1221: Hey, let me know if you are still down for tonight. ❤️
Emily read out loud the message. My stomach felt like it was turning in on itself. "Well?" she said with a blank face.
"Um, I think…fuck, I don’t know," I muttered, not being able to think straight. “You lied, dear." Emily’s hand brushed my hair,
and then a firm grip hit my head.
My breath hitched as Emily brought me closer to her face. “You like lying?” I barely shook my head, and Emily just kissed me with full force; her lips were hungry and demanding. I obviously kissed her back with a longing I’ve been dying to give her since we met. Her hand didn’t leave my hair, but her other hand explored my body as she unbuttoned my shirt. She quite literally ripped it off and threw it somewhere. I could only moan, just my mind racing and my heart pounding so loud I knew she could hear.
“Do you want this?” She breathed out as she hovered her hand over my center. "Yes," she had a smile so wicked, almost like she was amused by having me like this.
Her fingers felt my wetness through my panties. "So soaked," she whispered into my ear, causing me to moan, which earned me her fingers rubbing my clit. "Fuck," I said, holding onto her. Emily kissed me and moved me to the small couch in her office. She laid me down as she pulled off my pants and underwear, leaving me in just my bra. "I'm taking this off too," she hungrily said, undoing my bra. My nipples were hard from the exposure.
Emily ran her mouth all over my chest to my boobs, cupping them and playing with them between her fingers, which just made me moan over and over. “You are mine, understand?” She said seriously.
I just nodded then gasped as Emily slammed her fingers into my throbbing cunt, immediately costing her fingers in my arousal. I could just groan, throwing my head back and trying to process that my boss is fucking me right now. Emily had no mercy for me; the sounds that filled her office were insane.
Thank god no one was here
“Who owns you?” She said loud and I yelled out “YOU ITS YOU WHO OWNS ME” my voice was cut as her palm smacked my clit, and each time my body would shake, making Emily grip my hips.
“Emily please fuck me harder” was all I could say which got me a giggle from her velvety voice “aww my little slut wants mommy to fuck her brains out harder?”
She said my stomach tightened at her words, "Well speak dear?" She thrusted in my cunt again, this time not stopping her pace and pressing on my throat with just enough pressure. "Yes, I want you to fuck my brains out." I yelped as she immediately started fucking me harder I won’t lie; I don’t regret asking for this, but fuck, she’s intense in the best way possible.
“Yeah baby you like taking mommy’s fingers, fuck you are so wet for me” she said admiring the way she had me.
I was completely undone under Emily, my moans filling the room mixed with the sounds of sex. My walls tightened around Emily’s fingers as she curled them, bringing me closer to finishing. “I’m about to cum," I moaned, trying to ride out my orgasm. Emily saw this as her opportunity. She thrusted hard and harder; all I could do was grip her arms as I saw stars and rode out my orgasm.
“Such a slut coming undone for your boss," I moaned at her degrading remark.
"Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that for so long." She chuckled, moving the hair out of her face. I turned red.
"Really? I thought you like hated me…”
I said, putting on my shirt, "Yeah, I hated the fact that you weren’t in my bed." She said, adjusting the buttons on my shirt,
"You are insane, Prentiss." I laughed. She gave me a kiss and bit my lip.
“Go home, and I’ll follow you, and we can spend the night at my place.” She said, kissing my cheek,
"Oh, I have no say?” I giggled. "Well, unless you don’t want to," she said, undoing her shirt just enough for me to see her perfect boobs, fuck. “NO NO I was kidding," I said, practically running out.
A small buzz came from my pocket
You are so cute — Prentiss 😵💫
I read her message, my stomach turning again as I stood in the elevator. Fuckkkk, I just got fucked by my boss… my really hot boss.
How am I going to fucking drive with out crashing…..
Summary: this is kinda a part two to the other one I had of these??? you are dating Emily and go on vacation but you are being bratty
Warnings: smut, light bondage, degrading, slut calling degradation…., bratty reader, spoiling, overstimulation a lil? AND EMILY IS RICHHH 
Okkk I hope yall fw this…
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It's been a while….
Emily and I were on vacation; finally, she wanted to go to a cabin up in the mountains in Colorado.
I was thinking something casual and small. But I forget who I’m dating sometimes….
"Em, can you just show me what the freaking cabin looks like?" I said, sitting crisscross on the passenger seat, looking out the window and pouting. She wouldn’t tell me and just shook her head. I let out a groan, and I was met with a slap on my thigh. A shock was sent with a little pain. “OWWW?!” I yelled out, "You need to stop acting up." She said her tone was neutral and focused on getting to our destination. I didn’t say anything and went back to listening to music. After a while I don’t remember falling asleep, but then I just felt Emily kiss my cheek to wake me up. "Mmm, are we here?” I said with a sleepy tone, “Not quite. I want to get you some clothes here!” I gave her a look. "Emily, I want to go to the CABIN!" I yelled out. I was met with a grip on my face. Emily had no mercy, and sometimes I don’t blame her; I really could be a bitch and a brat, BUT I CAN'T HELP IT. It's quite literally her own fault.
“Are you done with your tantrums?” I closed my eyes and nodded. "Good, get out of the car." I sighed and got out, and I was met with a slap on my ass. I gave Emily a death stare, and she didn’t even react and just put her arm around my waist. “So what are we getting?” I said happily once I saw everything inside, "Whatever you want, honey, but you do need some ski stuff, and I want you to get some new shoes too!” She said, grabbing a pair of shoes. I grabbed them. "These are cute," I said, looking at the expensive tag and before I could see the price Emily snatched the shoes. "Perfect. I’ll tell them to put it at the front," she said, grabbing the box and telling a clerk. I looked around and saw a puffer jacket and then a matching beanie and then another beanie that also looked cute. Damn, this is hard. "Babe, I don’t know which one to get, the matching one or this one," I said, holding them up, and Emily just grabbed them all. "All of them, y/n, duh." I rolled my eyes and gave a cheeky smile. I would always act dumb; I knew Emily would buy it for me,
always.
Even if I’m bratty, I’d always expect her to take away my “expenses” as she calls them, but instead she just punishes me in a different way…
Not letting me cum, making me cum too much, and restraining me, there was a lot Emily got away with.
Once we left the shop, Emily had about 6 bags in each hand. She told me to go inside the car and put up the bags. I sat waiting, and she got back in. "Emily, where’s our cabin?!" I groaned, and Emily just shook her head. "You are so impatient," she said, driving up a hill, and there it was: a huge cabin with a big glass window that had a view to the other mountains and trees. I looked in shock. "Oh my god, Emily, that’s crazy it’s so beautiful." "Only the best for you, my love." I just sat there, kind of dumbfounded; this woman just knew how to surprise me when I least expected it.
I practically ran out of the car and ran to the door. Emily knew this and followed behind me, opening the door. The smell of coffee, wood, and warm vanilla filled our noses, and Emily’s hand moved to my hip. She turned me around, and her eye contact was intense. "Hey..." I giggled. “I can’t wait to fuck you all around this house," she said calmly, then planted a kiss on my forehead. “How about you go start us a bath while I get the stuff from the car, princess?" She smiled and headed back out. I just kind of stood there imagining this weekend.
I decided to look around, and every room was beautiful and furnished.
I headed up the stairs to an open layout of the room, a huge bed with a wooden bed frame. I felt the sheets; there were so soft, and I just plopped onto the side of the bed, trying to relax a little. I heard Emily come in, and I could feel her staring at me, and then I felt her hand on my back. "Why didn’t you start the tub, princess?" she said, moving the hair out of my face and giving me a small kiss. I reached out my hand and pointed like I was struggling. "Ohhh, is it too far for my baby?” She cooed and gave me small kisses everywhere, which caused me to laugh. "Stopppp," I said, which made her do it more, and she started to pin me on the bed. "You stop." She hovered over me; her knee was in the middle of my inner thigh.
She smirked because all I did was gasp lightly. "What's wrong?” I didn’t say anything as she pressed a bit more on my wrists. “I want you” I said almost like I was begging “Do you?” I could only nod as Emily’s hands explored up my shirt my nipples were hard under her touch “You’ve been bratty today," she said slipping off my shirt with ease. She pulled out a long silk rope and holding my hands above my head. She did her signature tie on my hands, not too hard but definitely not loose. I didn’t even question when she got this rope.
“You look so good like this," she said, admiring every inch of me. I blushed and stared into her eyes; they were dark and lustful. I moved my hips up to try and get some relief, and I was met with a slap on my thigh, and Emily pinned me down so I wasn’t able to move. I had my hands in fists; my hands were turning white from the lack of touch where she knew I needed it the most. Emily breathed on my body, not touching me, but I could feel her near, causing my body to get goosebumps. "Emily, I’m sorry, please," I begged. I knew she was eating this up. She smirked and lightly put her hand on the waist band of my panties. “You are so soaked darling” she said kissing my neck I just moaned under her touch “do you want my fingers in your pussy baby?” She said, kissing down my chest. I nodded frantically, needing more "speak," she said, pressing down her hand a little more. “YES, FUCK, PLEASE." She laughed with a tone that she knew she won whatever game she was playing and ripped my panties off.
Emily had no mercy and slid in her fingers, hitting my favorite spot. I couldn’t even do anything but bite my lip; I knew I was going to draw blood from the way she was holding me. “OH EMILY FUCK." I yelled out as her fingers curled in me. The noises filled the room as Emily’s hand wrapped around my neck. The pressure made my eyes water, and the pleasure as I caught a glimpse of Emily’s eyes amused by me. “What, princess, do you want to cum already?” she said, not stopping her pace; she was even going faster and harder. I could only shut my eyes and moan louder at the noises of Emily thrusting her fingers into me, and the feelings were just enough to make me finish, and yet Emily kept going, not stopping. I gave a little groan, knowing I couldn’t move her off me. “No no, baby, you wanted to be a little brat, so now I have to deal with you," she said with zero mercy and sat me up with ease. My body was still shaking from the orgasm. I smiled softly, pressing a kiss onto Emily. She just kissed me back. “I don’t know what I'm gonna do with you." "Well, can I fuck you?” I said with a grin like I wasn’t still out of breath and Emily gave me a look. "You want to fuck me?” I nodded, still not acknowledging that I’m tied up and a fucking mess. "You are such a pathetic slut for me you are all tied up and still want to pleasure me," she said, the degradation just made me more wet mixed with her giving my neck kisses. I just moaned at her touch, "Aren't you?” She said, stopping her tracks, "Yes." I groaned, and Emily smiled. "Yes, what?” "Yes, I’m a pathetic slut." I lightly breathed out, which just caused Emily to move her hand to my center. “Fuck, Princess, you are a slut for me," she moaned feeling how wet I was for her and slid her fingers in me again penetrating my throbbing core. I bucked my hips on her fingers. “You are so tight, baby," she breathed out. Relentless she started fucking me I couldn’t even speak I knew I was going to cum, and so did Emily. She hit my g-spot; I shook. Emily held onto me as I rode out my orgasm around her digits. “Holy shit em..." I breathed out.
Emily chuckled and undid the bind on my wrists and rubbed them. She admired me as she gave me a robe from the closet "Mmm, now start up the tub; I’ll go put in an order for us." I smiled and slid into the robe, still trying to catch my breath from my intense orgasms. I turned on the water then jumped back onto the bed screaming of excitement into the pillow
Rainy nights and cigarettes || Emily Prentiss X Reader
Info: you meet Emily at a club and she ends up taking you home ;)
warnings ( smut, Emily does smoke, honestly and just emily being sweet)
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I knew that Emily was different….
From the other women I’ve dated in the past.
Looking back, all the women I’d had before I met Emily were just not my type.
Emily was a little older than me, but I was at a club one time with my friends, and well, it was boring. I remember kind of just drinking and conversing with my friend, but then I glanced at the section next to the one my friends and I were in, and there she was.
At first I saw her pants and then her blouse; she was with a drink in her hand looking at me. I stared and then looked away, trying to ignore whatever that was.
She looked gorgeous with black hair, bangs, and a long nose that was sharp at the tip… my favorite. I looked at my friend and smiled and took a shot.
Fuck…
"Are you ok?”
I was snapped out of my daze by my friend's voice. "Uh, yeah. Yes!” I smiled and looked at my phone. “I have to go to the bathroom," I said, getting up.
I moved out of the crowd and went outside. I rolled my eyes and looked around. "Fuck," I whispered, no car and friends inside. Why did I want to leave so bad? Ugh, I just need to relax. I sat on the brick wall scrolling on my phone.
“Kids nowadays?" a velvety tone said. "Huh?" I said already with an attitude, “Your phone, sweetheart." She laughed, standing next to me within fair distance but… still far enough to smell her perfume; it was like cherry, coffee, sweet, and yet dark and expensive. It was almost hard to describe.
Once I realized it was the women from inside, I gave a soft smile. "You're lucky you are pretty! I’m usually meaner," I said, putting my phone away. “You got a light?” She said, pulling out a cigarette. I nodded and pulled it out of my back pocket.
Emily slipped the cigarette in her mouth; her lips looked soft. I let out a laugh and lit the cigarette, looking at her motions, mostly her fingers. She ran along the cigarette. I cleared my throat and looked up at the sky. Trying to stop my blush from spreading on my face.
"Nice," I smiled. "The stars?” She said, blowing away the smoke from me. “Mmm, yeah, they are so beautiful," I thought for a moment and saw Emily looking at me. “What’s your name?” "Y/n," I laughed. "Why are you laughing, y/n?” She said twirling her fingers around the cigarette. I was getting wet from her intense stare just that and the mix of her perfume and cigarette. I just shrugged, smiling looking away from her hypnotic gaze. "Um, what’s your name?” I said, looking back at her.
“Emily. Emily Prentiss." She smiled. "Hey, you have to tell me your last name!” "Oh, it’s y/ln." "Hmm, well, were you heading out
y/n?” I nodded. “Ugh, yeah, I don’t know. I never liked going out; I'd much rather drink some wine and stay at home." I laughed looking at the floor. "Mmm, I was thinking of heading out myself." "Oh! You should honestly nothing ever good happens after 12am," I said, kicking a pebble.
Emily pulled out her keys, the noise making me stare at her. "Want a ride home?” She said, "How do I know you aren’t a killer?” I said suspiciously, she laughed. “Yeah, I'm totally going to kill you," she said, pulling out her wallet, and then there it was: FBI agent BAU. "BAU?" I read with a raised eyebrow, "Behavioral analysis unit." She said I made an O face and laughed. “I’m a little slow at times." "Ok so I guess you won’t kill me I guess you can take me home, Agent Prentiss," I said honestly; even saying that out loud made me wet I was getting taken home by a fucking FBI agent. Gosh, what if she isn’t even flirting? "Are you hungry?” She said, heading to her car, “Um, no, not really. Thank you though!” I said, getting in her passenger seat. “Where do you live?” “Just up to the first light, and then I can tell you where to go," I said. Emily nodded. Then a lightning struck. "SHIT," I said after the loud thunder hit. Emily giggled. "That scared you?” I rolled my eyes. “Hopefully it's not raining too bad?” I said Hopeful. Emily agreed and got to the light before the rain came pouring down. "What the hell," I said. "Shit, we might have to park in a parking lot for a minute, sweetheart. I can’t see, and I’d rather you be safe," she said, backing into an empty parking lot. The rain did not look like it was stopping anytime soon. I sighed and looked at my phone, trying to see the weather. "Uh, it looks like it’s going to be like this for a while?” I said, showing Emily my screen. She rolled her eyes. "Great, and I have no signal!” She said I laughed at her frustration and fixed my lips. Emily let out a little laugh. "What's funny?” I said, applying some gloss, "Who are you going to see?” I scolded her and scoffed, "Myself?" “You really are feisty, huh?" she said, poking my arm. I laughed and shook my head. "You are funny." "Oh yeah?” Emily said in a more serious manner, like that velvety voice. "Yeah," I said, looking at her. She moved closer to me and kissed me. I kissed back; her lips were soft. She bit mine just a little. Honestly, it made me want her to do it more. Her nose softly grazed my cheek.
The kisses became sloppy and desperate. I smiled and kissed the tip of Emily’s nose. She breathed out, "The back has more space?” I just nodded and basically threw myself back there. I slid off my panties, and Emily just looked at me. "What?" "Nothing," she smiled. "You are just cute." I blushed out of embarrassment and sat. “Lay down beautifully," she said in my ear. Her voice sent shivers down my spine. I nodded and just laid there waiting. I could feel my wetness grow. I just didn't realize how much until Emily said, “Fuck, sweetie, you are dripping." I looked at her. “Oh, uh, I’m I—" She planted a kiss on me and ran her hand down my stomach to right above my clit. "Please touch me." Emily didn’t wait any further and easily slipped in a finger. I whimpered, wanting more.
My hips moved up. “Emily, please," I said desperately; it was pathetic. “Mmm, well, you made a mess, darling.” She said, looking up at me, she moved lower. I could feel her breath on my bare stomach. My nipples hardened as I unbuttoned her shirt. She laughed and let me. She flattened her tongue then dipped it into my center. her tongue fuck felt like nothing I’d ever felt before like I was only hers. I winced at the thought, just knowing what was happening. "Fuck" was all I could whisper. Emily hummed, causing my hips to buck. She held my hips down, pressing into me. It hurt, I won’t lie, but the pressure,it felt so good. She sucked my clit and gave my swollen pussy kisses, collecting my arousal. It’s not something I can get used to, not in the way that’s bad, but every time she did it…. It felt like it was the first time, my body flinched when she would touch me out of nervousness; she was just everything I’d ever wanted.
I held her head, putting her hair into a ponytail with my hand. "Is this ok?” She nodded, her nose hitting my clit. I moaned and held on to her. She smiled and did it again. The moans mixed with the rain and thunder felt like a movie or a dream that I never wanted to end. "Emily, I think I'm coming soon!” I yelled out, throwing my head back. Emily just went crazy and slipped in two fingers, hitting my g-spot. I could gasp as I cried out to please let me finish, "Cum for me, sweetheart.” She said without hesitation, I came never like I had before; it was like I was going into space. My body rode out the orgasm as Emily licked my cum. I let out a breath and laughed.
"Wow, that was so good," I said, catching myself and fixing my crazy ass hair. Emily giggled and put my hair behind my ear. "You taste so fucking good, baby," she said. I looked down and smiled. "Thank you?” She laughed and shook her head. "Hmmm, looks like we got more time to kill," she said, looking out the window. The rain didn’t stop its pace; if anything, it sounded worse.
"Do you have a gun, Agent? I’m scared." Emily nodded seriously. "Yes, of course I have to!” “Oh shit, I didn’t know that," she laughed. "Yeah, it’s just in case I get called on sight," she said, stroking my hair. I nodded and kissed her, moving my hand to her breasts. “Let me fuck you, please." Emily kissed back, moaning at what I said… "Just because you are sweet and the rain isn’t stopping, ok?" she said in a low tone.
Warnings ( smut duh, slow burn but not really?, age gap and younger reader?, pet name: hun, honeybee, over protective Emily, reader does smoke and drink, drunk sex, strap use!,). I really tried on this one for it to be longer so yea AHHH
Info: You really like your moms best friend but what if she does too?? Until you two finally confess what you know.
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It was the beginning of your winter break for college and your mom's best friend Emily Prentiss well…. You’ve known Emily for years…..
But for my 19th birthday two years ago Emily and I had a mutual understanding of what we both wanted.
To fuck one another… The older I got, the more I thought Emily was attractive. It was a stupid crush, but once I was 18, I felt unstoppable and would occasionally flirt with Emily. She was never caught off guard but would laugh it off.
I would usually do that when I was high. And for a while I don’t think Emily suspected me.
My mom didn’t care that I smoked since I paid rent and had my shit together; I was just waiting till I was finished with university to move. My actions were blunt….
No underwear while wearing a skirt anytime Emily was around.
No bra when I wore a tight shirt; even sometimes I’d let my nipples be hard so she would see.
Lastly, I’d always have myself dolled up.
Flashback
My 19th birthday was finally here, and my plan was going to be so fun, and I was officially getting into feeling like an adult.
"Honeybee, don’t forget that I have to get your cake and last decorations for tomorrow!” My mom called out, “Oh ok, Mom, that’s fine. I wanted to relax anyway." "Well, um, Emily’s coming over," my mom said, winking at me. Ugh, she was doing this out of spite to make sure no one comes over and I don’t act up. I went upstairs and lay on my bed when, not even 10 minutes later, I got a text.
Open up, doll— Emily P.
I smiled and headed down, not seeing anyone outside. I turned around, and there she was. "Boo." She smiled. I jumped slightly and laughed it off. "Funnyyy." I rolled my eyes and went to get a water in the fridge. "So what are you here for?” I said, “Oh, rude, nice," and Emily said, looking around, "That's not what I meant. Like, why are you helping me? This is a party for my friends, not for my mom or…you, but that can be changed." I smirked. Emily scoffed and held my chin. "How about I give you a birthday present?” “Like?” I grinned. "You are just so beautiful…” she whispered, fixing my hair. I looked into her eyes, waiting for her to just tell me… tell me that she was mine and I was hers and that she would take care of me. I just looked away and went to my room where Emily’s presence followed.
Her hand held my shoulder, and she turned me around, planting a kiss on my forehead and then my cheek. Emily fastly moved to my neck, not stopping and earning slight moans from me. My arousal grew more, my cunt just desperate for her touch. Without notice, Emily pushed me onto my door and locked it. "Do you want my fingers in you, hun?” Emily said, biting my ear, “Please, Emily." "You are so desperate; is this all for me?” She cooed, slipping off my shorts, leaving me in my panties that were visibly soaked. Emily’s fingers ran through my wet folds, causing my breath to hitch. “Please fuck me," I said desperately as my hips tried to get whatever traction I could. Emily shifted me onto my bed, bent over. “That’s too easy." Emily slapped my ass hard. I winced at the pleasure of her hand going in for more spanks. “You are such a slut, honey." Emily laughed, bending over and spreading my ass; she just admired how wet I was for her, which embarrassingly just grew wetter. My mind felt dizzy from this. Never had I wanted something so bad. Emily’s hands trailed my body as she whispered, "Don't move."
Before any notice, she moved my panties then my cunt was being filled with Emily’s thick cock. “OH FUCK," I screamed as she fucked my brains out, the sounds echoing through my room. “This is what you wanted, slut, to get your brains fucked by me?” Emily said, thrusting harder with each word. I couldn’t even respond. Emily yanked my hair and, still fucking me with no mercy, moved my face close to hers. “You want to cum?” She said, holding my neck and hip. I could only nod until her grip got harder. “Speak, honeybee." My mind literally went static as the pet name and made me lose control. Before I could ride out my orgasm, I felt Emily slip out of me. I gasped, just wanting her back inside of me. “Em, please, I want more." I turned around to face her, still trying to catch my breath. “Mmm, well, Princess, your mom will be home any minute, so I think you should get ready, and how about I give you the rest of your present later?” Emily said, fixing herself and then fixing my hair. “So beautiful," she whispered and kissed my head.
What the heck just happened?
Flash forward
Since then I’ve always thought about Emily, although after that time we didn't have sex again. Kind of?... Emily’s just been handsy or will glare at me from time to time, or it was so intense it was like she was eating me. Tonight, though, was my worry. All my friends were going to be here soon to pick me up and my mom, and her friends were just staying back, including Emily and Emily’s date.
Gross.
Just the thought made my eyes roll. Well, it didn’t matter; it wasn’t like Emily would go for me. After a couple hours of getting ready, I heard a noise coming from the kitchen. “Honeybee!” My mom called out, and Emily was there with a blond woman younger but not too much younger than Emily. She was also gorgeous. Emily caught me staring and smirked. “Hey Mom, hey Em… and hi…” "Jenny," the blonde smiled, extending her hand out. "You are very gorgeous, Jenny." I smiled, shaking her hand. "So, 21, how do you feel?” My mom said, pulling out a bottle of tequila, “the same? Just now I can drink and smoke whenever I want," I said, laughing. Emily looked at me seriously. From the times Emily and I have kissed or tasted each other, she’d always tell me to stop drinking or that I needed to get my shit together. The problem was I loved to drink and just forget my problems. I pulled out a cup and poured about 2 shots for myself. "Ahh, pretty heavy, huh?" My mom laughed and poured herself a shot. Emily and Jenny were looking at me, Jenny like she wanted to take a shot and Emily like she was about to shoot me. Her eyes darkened, and I chugged the burning beverage. "Okay, so my friends should be here soon. Have fun, you guys!” I said
quickly, trying to break the thick-ass tension.
I kept thinking of Emily and Jenny; my blood was boiling. I was the one who wanted Emily. I sighed and went outside and saw my friend's car. “Hey guys." "Heyyy, happy birthday!!!” They all screamed. I laughed as my best friend F/N passed me a bottle. I took a long sip as my other friend offered me a joint. "Oh, fuck yes, please tell me you have more??” I said, taking a long hit, my friend laughed and said, "Dude, we still have two more to go through, and one is just for you." My eyes widened from excitement; this was going to be the best birthday.
It was around 11 pm, almost 12, and my friends and I were just smoking and drinking at a nearby park. "Guys, tomorrow we need to go out for sure after my party," I said, taking a sip. "Yes, oh my god!” My best friend said. I suddenly felt my phone vibrate, and Emily’s name came up. Shit. “Um, hey, I have to go home," I said, getting out of the car. "Do you not want us to take you?!" “No, no, you are good!” I said, running across the block. I knew I was about to hear it from Emily. I looked around and saw my street just before I heard a car pull up. “Get in," a deep-toned Emily said, clearly livid with me. "Why are you tripping right now?” "Y/N, just get in the car; we can go to my place, please!” Emily begged.
I don't know if it was me being crossfaded, but just seeing her beg made my pussy wet. I thought for a second and opened the car door. "What the hell were you thinking?” I rolled my eyes, which caused Emily to grip my face. "Answer." “I just wanted to have fun, okay? I’m old enough to know what I’m doing." "Oh yeah?” "YEAH." I screamed and frowned. Emily let out a laugh. "You are just so cute it’s impossible to be mad at you." "Really? says the one that brought a woman to my house!” I huffed, “Aww, doll, are you jealous?” I looked up, not realizing Emily had made it to her apartment. "Wait," I said, looking at Emily and then my phone. “My mom didn’t call me. Why do I need to be home?!” After fighting with Emily, it dawned on me that I might just be a little too fucked up. “Mmm yeah, no, I told you that you were spending the night at your friend's," she smiled, getting out of the car. My thoughts were going crazy for a second trying to keep my composure. Then I just got out the car and followed Emily.
Emily opened her door, and I walked in right behind her when she immediately pushed me onto the wall, closing the door behind her. “Why are you so difficult?” She said, kissing me, I can’t lie; it felt amazing “Why are you with someone else?” Emily sighed. "We aren’t anything, I promise, sweetheart." I kissed Emily and unbuttoned her shirt. "Are you not too drunk, baby?" she said, stroking my hair. I shook my head and kissed her boobs, moving my tongue on her nipple, giving it small bites. Emily moaned while holding onto my hair. I was so desperate to taste her that I trailed kisses down her stomach, pulling off her panties, then staying right above her wet pussy. "Please let me taste you," I begged, holding onto Emily’s hips.
Emily just laughed. “Ok, princess, but let’s get on the couch." I followed her as she lay down as I crawled to her center; I could feel Emily’s arousal. I dipped my tongue into her folds, collecting her taste, moaning into her “Oh fuck, y/n” Emily hitched out, grabbing my hair with her fists. I could feel her desperation as I sucked on her clit and moved my hand to her pussy. As I licked, I slid in two fingers, feeling her wetness and tightness around my digits. Emily was a mess, just moaning and yelling out my name; it almost fueled me more to make her finish. “Please, Emily, come. I want to taste your cum," I begged, dipping my tongue more into her pussy then rubbing her clit. Emily’s hips moved up, pushing my nose into her center. I knew she was about to cum; feeling her walls tighten around my fingers, I slipped in a third, causing Emily to go over the edge. “Oh, fuck, oh my god!” She yelled out riding my face as she let out her orgasm.
I wish I could feel her doing that 24/7.
“You are going to be my problem," she said, kissing my neck. "Mmm, we should probably go to your room, huh?” I said with a smirk and trailing my finger on her thigh. Emily just scoffed and pulled me to her room.
Ive got my eye on you. Older Emily Prentiss X Reader
Warnings?! ( smut, mommy used, reader is spoiled, age gap, and protective Emily) also lmk if I should make a part 2 to this
Info: You’re dating Emily and she is super rich and spoils you with whatever you want…even if you don’t need it :)
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I have been dating Emily for about 3 months now, and let’s just say she’s definitely something else.
Money…
Emily was fucking money. Genuinely, I still don’t understand how she has so much, but she just says "investments" and pats my head. Within the 6 months of knowing her, you now have a new car, a new wardrobe, and just honestly everything I used to have is now an expensive version of itself. It’s like she had a genuine problem spending money on me. No matter how much I tried to get her to not, she always did. I wouldn’t lie; I do like it, but it’s hard to not become a spoiled brat after a couple of days. Emily said she wanted to go shopping for our secret vacation. I put on a pair of sweats and a comfortable jacket, getting my stuff together. I’ve now learned that I need to go comfortably if we go shopping, as Emily makes me try on EVERY single thing she wants me to. It was so hard to say no. I left my apartment, and I could see Emily’s car, which I ran straight to. She opened the door for me and kissed me softly. "You look beautiful," she said, mesmerized. I blushed. “I literally look bad." "Aww, baby, you really don't," she said, cupping my face and squishing it and babying me. She closed the door, and we headed to the mall. “I want you to get everything new hun, as many outfits as you want," she said, pulling in. “Um, Emily, it’s fine, you know—" “I know, but you deserve more; you’ve been doing so good at school too!” She smiled and we both got out. I forgot she really does pay attention to my grades when I’m on my computer. Then again anytime I was at her place she always would just look at me like I was her art piece.
Walking in, I saw a cute bag; I only glanced at it when immediately Emily pulled me inside the store and got it for me. She held on to me like I was her property, which I was fine with, but no one could dare look at me without Em getting pissed.
After a while I wanted to go get nightgowns, something I knew would drive Emily crazy. “Can we please go to the lingerie?” I said, smiling with my teeth casually. Emily smirked. "Mmm, the one you saw from the most expensive store here?” I pouted. "Pleaseeee, it’s for youuu." Emily rolled her eyes and kissed me. "My spoiled brat, what have I made?” I laughed. "Oh, you literally live for it!” She didn’t disagree when she started dragging me to the section. After a couple of gowns I’d seen, I had about 5, and then Emily called out for me and showed me her picks of nightgowns, underwear, bras, and lingerie. With the happiest smile, she said, “Come on, let’s go try these on."
My heart raced a little faster.
Emily was spontaneous and doesn’t care about repercussions. We went into the very last dressing room; luckily these dressing rooms were like rooms, honestly, with a big chair and a mini couch with mirrors everywhere. Emily sat in the chair as I got undressed; she just stared the whole time, not saying a word before I felt her hold onto my hips.
I couldn’t help but gulp. "What do you want me to try on first?” "These," she said, holding up a lingerie set. "Then all of these," she said, pointing to the pile of bras. I shook my head and got fully undressed.
Although trying on these gowns wasn't supposed to happen because you can’t even return them, Emily didn’t give a fuck; she just threw money like a game. I fixed the stockings in the getup and could see Emily looking at me, eating me, through the mirror. Next thing I knew, I got pulled onto the chair with her. She moaned kissing me; I couldn’t contain myself anymore and left marks on her neck. “You are so gorgeous," she said, undoing the clasp of the lingerie. Without stopping kissing, Emily pushed me onto the couch and slipped her fingers into my center, causing a grip on her shoulders. “You are so tight," she whispered, fucking the absolute shit out of me. I moaned as lightly as I could, trying to not get caught, not like Emily really cared, but I sure did. “Fuck, Mommy, oh god, I need more," I said, arching my back and throwing my head back. Emily’s eyes looked hungry as she moved to my wet cunt; I gasped. Her lips sucked lightly on my clit, her fingers still not leaving me. "Holy fuck” is all I could say as she flattened her tongue on my clit. I was getting desperate for more of her fingers hitting my favorite spot, and she knew as I bucked my hips on her mouth that I was basically done for.
"Cum for me, baby," she moaned.
The vibration of her voice caused me to lose it. I could feel myself tightening on her fingers as, with zero mercy, she slammed three fingers into my pussy, causing me to cum so much I think even Emily was shocked. “You look so hot like this, a mess for Mommy," she laughed as she looked at me, worn out. “Come on, baby, we still have more outfits to try on." I looked up unamused, knowing we were about to be here for hours
18+ (smut, name calling, mommy used, rough Emily but also sweet, friends but not friends now going on a date?…)
And pls don’t judge the smut i try…
Also lmk if this good 🌝
The night was finally here.
My date with Emily. I tried my hardest to look as put together as I could be. My hair was, thank god, staying in place and had two clips pushing the sides back. I looked at my drawer and sighed, seeing I only had my “slutty” underwear. It wasn’t like me and Emily were having sex, but I also didn’t want her to think I was easy…. Fuck, it’s Emily; of course I'm going to want to be easy. I groaned and just got a dark red pair. I got into my dress, something that was flattering and made my ass look amazing. At least I hoped. I slipped into my stockings and looked over at my phone.
Emily 🐈⬛
I’m almost there, so start heading down. 🙈
I screamed and threw my phone.
GET IT TOGETHER Y/N
I danced around for a little and finally locked in, slipping into my shoes, grabbing my bag, and running out the door. I practically was leaping down the stairs and saw Emily; she was already outside her car waiting for me. She looked gorgeous; her hair was curled just enough, she had a berry-colored lip on, and her blush was perfectly set throughout her face. “Hi, sweetie," she smiled and hugged me. "Heyyy, sorry I took long; I didn’t mean to keep you waiting." She opened the door, and before closing it, she laughed almost like I had just made a joke. I stared, confused. “Honey, I'm always going to take care of you." She closed the door.
"Well, that was confusing," I shrugged.
My heart was racing just knowing I was in her car. Granted, I had known of Emily for a couple of years, but never would I have thought she would want to take me out. Ugh, what if she doesn’t even like me?
Finally, after a painful quiet, mostly because Emily’s music was blasting, which she always does, but I didn’t really mind since my thoughts were just crowded. “You look beautiful, y/n." Emily looked at me with dark eyes like she wanted me…no, maybe? “Thank you, but look at you," I said, looking away, trying to stop from cheesing. "Mmm, you are so cute when you are nervous." “WHAT!” Emily let out a laugh. “You totally are!” She shoved my arm lightly, and I just laughed. “Okay, sureee. " I rolled my eyes, finally getting out of the car and trying to be cool after being called out. Emily held onto me like I was her property. I was tense and I knew she knew it. Slowly she kneaded my hip, walking inside and getting our reservation. Oh, and it was fucking expensive, so expensive. I looked around, and we were sitting in a private area with a curtain. "Here you go; I'll give you a second to look at the menu." The waitress smiled and closed the curtain.
The waitress came back with some wine that I’m guessing Emily had ordered. "Anything to start you off with?” Emily smiled. “Yeah, actually, can we share the salad and then a 10 oz ribeye steak?" She closed the menu and handed it to the waitress. “Oh, uh, it’ll be a little longer for the steak, but I’ll bring it out together if that’s ok?” Emily nodded. I looked pissed, and Emily saw it right away. “Aww, sweetness, are you jelly?” She mimicked me. I rolled my eyes and excused myself to the bathroom.
Why was I jealous? I was literally on a date with her, but see, Emily knew I was jealous. I always have been, just obviously not to her because we weren’t even dating. UGHHHH.
I gripped the counter and fixed my lashes when a familiar throat clear was behind me.
“You are adorable, y/n.” Emily wrapped her arms around my waist and flipped me to her. I could smell her breath and perfume, even a hint of her sweet shampoo. I couldn’t resist and kissed her, and she immediately started kissing me back. I could hear her light moans leave as she sat me up on the counter. “What a shame you have these," she said, pulling my stockings. I laughed. “What, baby? What's funny?" "Nothing."
She looked at me before ripping them.
Not like I wasn’t thinking of her doing it, but I gasped as she flung them off. I could feel her hand gripping my ass and her other hand running up my thigh. "Emily, I need you," I breathed out, and she played with my underwear “lace and red?” She smirked. "It's all I had," I said, shying away. "Right, it’s not like you planned to get fucked." "WHA—?" Emily covered my mouth, thrusting her fingers into my wet cunt. My back arched, and she started to whisper, "Shut the fuck up. Take it like the slut you are." Her words of encouragement and degradation felt like heaven. I could feel my arousal go down her hand. “You like that," she said, thrusting harder, making me whine into Emily’s hand. She was holding my face hard, but something about her being so rough made so much sense. And made me more horny. She kept fucking me so senseless that I couldn’t even talk anymore. “Aww, baby, do you want to cum?" she cooed as her fingers hit my g-spot. My eyes shut, and I just nodded before I could moan. Emily’s hand moved to my throat with just enough pressure to throw me off the edge. “Fuck mommy” I barely breathed out “Yes, baby, cum for Mommy." She smirked, fingering me harder. I gripped Emily; I think I might’ve bruised her from my grip, gasping and riding her fingers. My cum was all over her hands; she smiled and licked her fingers. Still trying to catch my breath, I moaned, then immediately she shoved her fingers into my mouth, choking me with them. I moaned, tasting myself, and sucked her digits while staring at her. “Fuckkk, baby, you are so sexy." She smiled, kissing me, then pulled off my underwear. “What the heck?” "Mine," she laughed, putting them in her pocket. I just squirmed and then gave her a small smile. "Did we take long?” Emily giggled and shook head. “No, princess, you came so fast for Mommy. You've been dying for that, huh?” I grinned. "Yeah, I really have." I kissed her perfect lips as she helped me off the counter, then slapped my ass. “My tights, though?" “They are ruined, baby. I’ll buy you more," she said, kissing the top of my head.
Info: you need some help from your professor who might or might not know you have a crush on on her…
Honestly, I knew I was doomed when I had woken up this morning… I looked at my phone and sighed.
Luckily for today I only had one class and then could just go back to being lazy at home. The only problem to this day was my…professor. Yeah, my professor.
Emily Prentiss.
She was just flawlessly beautiful and brilliant at the same time. It always drove me crazy the way her tone was so deep. I honestly never paid attention to anything besides her. I sat in my chair as did everyone else. A few minutes passed, and there she was. My stomach hurt like I needed to throw up, but I knew I wasn’t going to. I basically eye-fucked her the whole time she walked to her desk. I sighed, knowing this was going to be a long class.
After class I was basically dumbfounded and didn’t know what to do, so of course, naturally and embarrassingly, I walked up to her. “I need help with this research project." She got closer to me; our faces were probably 7 inches apart, which fucking felt like 7 centimeters. I stared into her eyes, and my heart sank and just was beating what felt like something so loud. “Ok, yes, if you want, you can follow me upstairs to my office. I have also been wanting to pick your brain." She smiled and gathered her things. I practically froze and a cold sweat went down my body; I just smiled and walked out with her. “So what did you want to ask me?” I said out loud, trying not to sound like a dummy, "Hmm, it’s about the book class from last semester." I furrowed my eyebrows and then laughed. "Are you doing it again?” “In the fall, yes…” She smiled and held the door open for me. “Oh, ok, so what’s the issue?" I was genuinely curious as I wanted to help her. She giggled and opened her office door, then closed it behind us. “I need some feedback on stuff to do better and stuff you did like because I’m thinking about not teaching it anymore." She sat and gave me a side smile. I laughed and tried to be honest about things she could do. Funny enough, she was really listening. That was my biggest turn-on: her listening. It felt like I was talking to her soul. After about like 20 minutes she had gotten done asking me about her class for the fall; my heart felt so heavy. She was just so beautiful. “Huh?” I shook my head, snapping out of my daze. “I said I’m sorry for bombarding your head with all my questions." I shrugged and smiled. Honestly, I didn’t care; she could “bother” me as much as she wanted. “So I just need help finding what articles to look for." She quickly did her magic, and we followed step by step to get what I needed. After what felt like an eternity but also a second, she was just scrolling and basically doing my project for me. "Ah, here’s one!” She said, furrowing her eyebrows and then reading it out loud, "How women experience orgasms, sex, and masturbation." I couldn’t help but let out a laugh and also become a fucking tomato. She didn’t laugh, though she looked at me seriously. “Oh, um, yeah, that one sounds like it could be helpful!” I lied, trying not to think about what she just said. “Are you ok y/n?” She said, not moving away from the article, I nodded and gulped. "Um, it’s just I’ve been pretty stressed with classes, so that’s my bad." She nodded and sighed. "Do you want a picture of this to know what you’ll be looking for?” I agreed, "Yeah, just come over here." She moved out of the way, giving me access to her whole desk. I slightly bent over; I could just feel her eyes pressing into my back.
A hand just started moving up my ass to my back like she was exploring her next meal. I snapped the picture and cleared my throat and looked at her. We stared as she didn’t move, just legs crossed; my body just naturally leaned on her desk like I had done it so many times before. As I was about to snap out of this million-dollar moment, she got up and hovered over me, holding me like I was only hers. “I need you.” I didn’t know what to say besides "please," my voice sounding desperate as ever. Our lips met as our hands explored one another.
I felt a small yank in my hair, which earned a slight moan from my mouth, causing Emily to cover my mouth. “Shhh, baby, be quiet." She laughed and, without notice, slipped her hand into my pants. I was a fucking waterfall; I had been since the past two hours of her lecture. She smirked at me. "Wow, I hope this was me." I blushed, embarrassed and horny at the same time, nodding. "You have to use your words, sweetheart," she said, still feeling my arousal and more. "Yes," I said defeated into the crevice of her neck and shoulder. Without anything being said, her fingers entered. It was hard to not make a word, so I just gripped the desk as she made her marks on my neck, leaving her presence. “Fuck, Emily, don’t stop," I moaned into her ear, causing her to speed up her movement. My legs were practically shaking. "Yeah, do you like this baby?" she cooed in my ear as my hips rode her fingers, trying to catch my breath and orgasm. “I can feel you tightening around me. Are you about to cum?” Her voice sounded like she was fake concerned.
It was so fucking hot
I moaned, “Yes, fuck, please. You fuck me so good." This earned a scoff from the older woman. Confused for a second before fireworks went through all my body, Emily slammed her fingers into my pussy, the noises we were making filling the room. I threw my head back as Emily had no mercy and continued to fuck my brains out. “Yeah, princess, cum for me," she whispered as I saw stars and gripped her into a hug, melting into her as I rode out my orgasm on her long fingers. She slipped them out, sucking them immediately, then kissing me. We both were just moaning when she finally spoke. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now." She smirked as I couldn’t even move, still trying to process what the hell just happened with my professor…
