Lipstick Service Part 5 // Nightly whispers
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. If you enjoyed it, drop a comment, hit that like, or share it with someone who might too. Makes my day, truly! 💕
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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.
