pairing: jemily - jennifer jareau x emily prentiss (criminal minds)
word count: 807
warnings: none
summary: Emily begrudgingly agreed to go to the ice rink with her girlfriend. While JJ is a natural at it, Emily is struggling until JJ comes to her rescue.
borders made by @enchanthings
also posted on ao3
‘Why on earth had she agreed to this?’ Emily found herself standing on a pair of rented ice-skates holding onto the wall for dear life just hoping to not slip and make a fool of herself. It had been JJ’s idea, of course it had, to check out the temporary ice rink at the nearby Christmas market. Emily wondered how on earth her girlfriend was able to just move over the ice like she had been doing it all of her life. JJ was skating in circles, switching between going forwards and backwards, Emily wouldn’t even be surprised if she would start to jump around.
After a little while JJ returned to her girlfriend and realized that Emily had in fact not moved a tiny bit from the location where she had left her and she couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “Em, are you scared?” “What me? No, not at all. I just wanted to rest for a bit” Emily tried her best to sound convincing but of course JJ saw right through her. “Baby, do you want my help?” she asked while holding her arm out for Emily to hold onto. “Well yes, but only because i love holding your hand” “Smooth” JJ chuckled. She interlocked her fingers with Emily’s and started to pull her along with her very slowly. “Do you even know what to do?” she asked Emily who by now was grabbing onto JJ’s arm with both hands desperately trying not to just face-plant onto the floor. “Do I look like it?” Emily hissed and JJ just smiled, Emily looked so cute right now. “Okay let’s start slow” she said while maneuvering the both of them back to the wall again. “Hold onto the wall with one hand and my hand with your other hand. Then bend your knees a little bit like this” she motioned for Emily to look at her and Emily promptly followed her instructions. “Very good, glad you listen to me for once without arguing” she smirked earning herself a pissed look from Emily, if she could have she probably would have slapped JJ but she would probably just make a fool of herself if she let go of either the wall or her girlfriend’s hand.
It took a few minutes but eventually Emily was able to let go of the wall and slowly skate on her own just needing to hold onto JJ’s hand to keep balanced. A proud smile appeared on JJ’s face while they made their rounds, getting faster over time until they were moving at a normal speed. In a moment of courage Emily let go of JJ’s hand and instantly regretting it. The change made her lose her rhythm and she started to slip first almost running on the same spot like a cartoon character until she tripped and landed on her hands and knees. The whole situation looked so comically that JJ had to hold back a laugh before she helped her girlfriend up. It was easy for JJ to get both of them off of the ice and Emily seated on a nearby bench already checking her joints for any injury. “I’m fine, Jayje” Emily sighed, trying to be strong as always. “I know you are, but we both know that you would also say this if you just got shot so I’m checking anyways” Emily knew her girlfriend was right and defeatedly let JJ continue. When JJ had decided that Emily was actually alright, they agreed that it was probably the best idea to leave the ice rink and instead go and look at the stalls of the Christmas market.
The air was cold, but the faint smell of gingerbread and cinnamon drew them in. Everything was decorated with fairy lights and pine branches. There were quite a few people there, looking at the selection of items the sellers were offering. Emily pulled JJ close and kissed her cheek. They were headed for the stall with the best mulled wine, at least according Penelope who had been talking about it for the past few weeks. “Is it that one?” JJ asked, pointing to a little hut that was overflowing with people, Christmas music was playing inside and despite there being so many people it looked surprisingly cozy. They found a table in a corner and while Emily was holding it JJ was getting them drinks. She returned quickly balancing 2 mugs in one hand and a heart shaped waffle in the other placing all of it in front of her girlfriend. “I didn’t ask you to-“ Emily started, but JJ just shook her head “Shh, i know you only went on the ice because of me so please let me buy something sweet for my sweetest girlfriend” “I’m your only girlfriend” Emily remarked. “Well yes, but you’re also the sweetest”
i don’t need a reason. (fictober 03) | prompt list
pairing: emily prentiss & derek morgan, jennifer jareau x emily prentiss
word count: 359
warnings: none
summary: emily prentiss is a lesbian and a yearner, what can i say.
borders made by @enchanthing
also posted on ao3
Emily hadn’t been able to focus the whole day. She had spent the last night at JJ’s apartment and every time her eyes noticed the blonde today she couldn’t help but smile. They were set for another date this evening and Emily wished she could make time go faster to get out of the office and take JJ to her favourite Italian restaurant. It was Friday and they were planning to spend the whole weekend together. She was internally cursing the stack of paperwork that was separating her from the girl of her dreams. Had she just called JJ the girl of her dreams in her head? God it was embarrassing how hard she had already fallen for the blonde.
She must have gotten lost in her thoughts since she didn’t notice Morgan approaching. When he tapped her on the shoulder she visibly jumped.
“Jesus Prentiss, what’s with you today”
“I- uhm… what? Nothing…” Emily knew he could see right through her. This was Derek Morgan after all, one of the best profilers of the team and most importantly her best friend. The look he was giving her told her that her thoughts were true.
“Really Derek, it’s nothing” she tried to wiggle her way out of the questions she could already see written on his face.
“Emily you have been unfocused the whole day and keep randomly smiling to yourself, why is that?”
“I don’t need a reason. Am I not allowed to smile now?” she purposely faced away while speaking in an attempt to not let him read her face, but her eyes landed once again on JJ and lingered on the other woman just enough for Morgan to notice.
“Oh that’s why” he chuckled “be careful Prentiss, the lesbian is showing”
“I swear to god Derek if you tell Garcia about this…”
“Oh I am so telling Garcia about this, and you can’t do anything about it” and with that he rushed away. Emily debated if she should chase after him, but decided it was worthless anyway. It would have been only a matter of time before the team found out about her and JJ anyways.
pairing: jemily - jennifer jareau x emily prentiss (criminal minds)
word count: 675
warnings: none
summary: it took some time for jj and emily to figure out their feelings for each other. It’s all new and exciting, but they can’t let the team find out yet, right?
borders made by @enchanthing
also posted on ao3
It had been a quiet day in the BAU. The team had just closed a case and the remaining paperwork was all they were working on. None of them enjoyed that part of their job. That’s how half of them ended up surrounding the coffee machine hoping that a little break will bring back some motivation. Morgan was talking about a new building he was working at. Some sort of bathroom renovation was needed there and Garcia was mocking him for becoming Super Mario if he did the plumbing himself. JJ and Emily were standing next to each other, both sipping on a cup of hot coffee. They had been stealing glances at each other after their conversation last night.
Thinking back, JJ couldn’t even remember how the topic came up. They had both been exhausted from the case and decided to spend the night at JJ’s apartment with a bottle of wine. This wasn’t the first time they had hung out like this, just the two of them. In fact they had been savoring every second they got time alone, no matter the circumstances. At first JJ kept telling herself that Emily was just a very good friend that she loved spending time with. But when she caught herself for the third time staring at Emily’s lips she couldn’t deny anymore that this was not just friendship.
It took her embarrassingly long to actually confess her feelings to the other woman. After all they were colleagues and dating a fellow federal agent wasn’t exactly HR conform. But eventually she caved. In the moment she hadn’t even intended to say anything, it just slipped out and to her big surprise Emily told her she felt the same and had done so for a long time. She would have said something if she hadn’t been too afraid to scare JJ away, JJ wasn’t exactly out and about regarding her sexuality.
Their first kiss was shy, full of insecurity and disbelief that the other person even felt the same way. The kisses after that were not so tame anymore. By now they had lost count of how many times they kissed each other.
Fast forward to last night. The plan was to spend time together like they had been all those past week. Somehow the topics of labels had come up and Emily had asked JJ what she should introduce her as since they were a little too close to just be friends, but they weren’t married so wife wasn’t the right term either. JJ had blushed at the thought of ever marrying Emily, it wasn’t like the thought hadn’t crossed her mind before. She had timidly suggested that they could settle on the term ‘girlfriends’ for now. Emily had a big smirk on her face when she told JJ that if she wanted to be her girlfriend she had to ask properly. Emily will forever hold on to the memory when the words “Emily Prentiss, will you be my girlfriend?” left the blonde woman’s lips and how her eyes lit up when Emily replied with a yes.
That memory was also stuck in her head when she got pulled back to reality. Hotch had called out her name from the other side of the bullpen. “Emily, can you come to my office for a second? It’s nothing bad, i just want your advice on a file”
“I’ll be right there Hotch” she replied with a nod and Hotch immediately returned to his office.
“Well as sad as I am to break this up, it seems I am needed elsewhere” she informed the other agents standing around her. She let her hand brush JJ’s and then without thinking further she gave the blonde a quick peck on the lips before heading in the direction of their unit chief’s office. JJ needed a few seconds to process what had happened and then she blushed.
“So, this is new.” Garcia said next to her with a grin. “I see you guys finally figured it out”
prompt: just take my hand. (fictober 01) | prompt list
pairing: jemily - jennifer jareau x emily prentiss (criminal minds)
word count: 1584
warnings: brief mention of knife wounds
summary: on the hunt for an unsub jj and emily find themselves staking out at night on the top of an apartment building in a big city. they are enjoying their time together, but what happens when the unsub appears and the two women get chased over the rooftops?
borders made by @enchanthing
also posted on ao3
The night sky was clear enough to see stars even in a big city like this one. For a normal person it would seem like a night like any other. The leaves had started to fall indicating the beginning of autumn. Any passer-by in the street would have never known of the actions that were going down at this time far over their head on the roofs of the apartment buildings that were lining the streets.
The current case had the BAU on edge for the past month. The public called the unsub they were hunting ‘the bat’ because of how he would strike at night, dressed in a black cloak and seemed to appear to fly into the apartments out of nowhere.
By now the team had learned that the unsub would get into the homes of his victims over the fire escape which he accessed from the roof. From the crime scenes it had seemed that he would be working alone, but something still seemed off. The cuts on the victims differed in depth and the way the knife had been handled but the placement of them had been the same on all 5 victims they had found so far.
In an attempt to catch the unsub in the act the team had split up to lie in wait on different roofs in the assumed hunting zone. That is how JJ and Emily ended up sitting on some random roof for the last 2 hours just like they had been multiple times since they arrived. They had been quietly talking about anything and everything to keep each other awake while scanning their surroundings for the slightest movement. If JJ was honest she did not even want to find anything even though catching the unsub would mean she could finally go home again and get a full night of much needed sleep. The blonde profiler found herself enjoying the company of the other woman who had been paired up with her a lot more than she had expected. Of course Emily had been one of her closest friends ever since she had joined the team all those years ago, but lately something was different. There were a lot more lingering touches and she found herself blushing a lot whenever the dark haired woman complimented her on the seemingly most mundane things. The blonde hadn’t fully figured out what was happening in her heart, but she loved all of it. JJ would miss all of the nights that she would spend with Emily on these roofs, knowing that when they returned to Quantico there would be too much going on again to just sit quietly with Emily and enjoy her company.
Emily had been rambling on about how some show she had been watching on the nights they didn’t spend on these roofs, but JJ wasn’t really listening to the words. She found her eyes focusing more often than not on the way Emily’s lips moved while she was talking, her pale skin seemingly gleaming against the darkness of the night that surrounded them, she caught herself staring a little too long on the tip of the other woman’s nose that seemed to be just the most perfect nose that JJ had ever seen or get lost in the dark eyes that had something mysterious and exciting in them that the blond couldn’t wait to figure out one day.
JJ had to stop herself from grumbling every time she remembered why they were actually here and needed to force herself to actually look at their surroundings instead of keeping her eyes on the other profiler. Her thoughts got stuck on Emily way too often, even though she knew it was crucial she was physically and mentally present at the stake out but oh did the other woman mess with her thoughts…
“JJ!?”
The blonde had to blink and shake her head to snap her head out of whatever string of thoughts had been keeping her focus to get her mind back in the present. It took her a second to notice that Emily was looking at her with concern.
“JJ, did you hear that?” the other profiler repeated herself. She was looking around trying to find the origin of the sound she must have heard. JJ was internally beating herself up for letting herself get so unfocused. She had in fact not heard whatever Emily was referencing. She also started scanning their surroundings until she also heard something, the faint scratching of metal against concrete. Both women flung around in the direction where the sound came from and Emily quietly communicated to JJ to follow her. Guns drawn, they turned a corner and saw the silhouette of a person dressed completely in black.
“FBI freeze!” Emily yelled out making the stranger in front of the turn around.
“Oh you really shouldn’t be here” answered the person with a low voice before making some sort of swirling gesture with their hand that JJ couldn’t fully recognise due to the lack of light where the stranger was standing.
It took only a few seconds and suddenly the two agents were surrounded by people that were also dressed in the same dark clothes as the person in front of them. Where had they all come from? Were they here the whole time? If so then how had neither of the two women noticed anything? They started moving closer. JJ counted at least 15 people but before she could double check she noticed that all of them had some sort of knife or dagger drawn and pointed at the women. Quickly realising that their chances of winning this fight were essentially non-existent, the blonde tried to catch the other woman’s eyes and immediately noticed that Emily had come to the same conclusion.
“Run, I’m right behind you” she whispered and that’s what JJ immediately did. They managed to break out of the circle of strangers and try to keep switching directions as they ran in hopes of losing them.
They eventually had to stop abruptly because they had reached the end of the roof. They could tell that the people were close behind them but there was seemingly no way out. On both sides of them were high chimneys and in front of them was an at least 5 feet wide gap to the next roof, it seemed too far to just jump over. JJ was mentally preparing herself for whatever might happen if they caught up with them when she suddenly noticed Emily climbing onto the ledge of the roof.
“What are you doing?” The blonde’s voice was full of concern. Did Emily really want to jump? 300 scenarios of the jump going wrong were playing behind JJ’s eyes.
“Do you trust me?” the question snapped JJ back to reality. Hesitation was rising inside of her. Of course she trusted Emily, but that was a pretty far jump to do from a standing position.
“JJ! Just take my hand.” Emily reached her hand out for JJ to grab it and JJ let herself get pulled on the ledge next to Emily. She dared to look down for a second before immediately closing her eyes. If they didn’t make it they would fall at least 8 floors until they hit the pavement. Emily could sense that the woman next to her was spiraling again, so she squeezed JJ’s hand tightly with her own.
“We can do this, do you hear me? Keep your eyes closed. I will count back from three and then we jump together. Just imagine we’re in a forest and we’re jumping over a small river to not get wet, can you do that for me?”
JJ nodded slowly, she was glad that Emily was still holding her hand. The sounds behind them were getting louder.
“Okay JJ, now or never! 3.. 2.. 1.. NOW!”
JJ tried to focus on the imaginary forest that Emily had painted in her head as best as she could. There were a few seconds while both of them were in the air where she didn’t dare to breathe. Then suddenly she felt her feet hit the ledge of the other roof. Emily pulled JJ down from the ledge and right into her arms.
“You did so good” She whispered into the blonde’s hair before giving her a small kiss on the forehead. JJ felt herself relaxing into Emily’s touch. Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes since the adrenaline started to fall off.
Knowing they were not fully safe yet, Emily moved both of them behind a nearby chimney so they were at least out of sight. She let herself slump to the ground pulling the JJ with her, making sure the blonde landed softly in her lap.
JJ let herself fall onto Emily’s chest. She was surprised at how vulnerable she let herself be, especially in a situation like this, this wasn’t like her at all, but instead of letting that scare her she tried to focus her brain on how good it felt to be this close to Emily. Holding JJ close, the older woman informed the rest of the team about the events and their current location. Hotch relayed to her that they would take care of the rest and Emily fully trusted that.
“Emily you make me feel so safe, i can’t explain it” JJ mumbled into the crook of the older woman’s neck.
Here is the list for October this year. Write something short (or long) and tag it with #fictober25 in the first five tags. Let’s see your creativity!
"Just take my hand."
"This is new."
"I don't need a reason."
"Can you hold me?"
"But you promised!"
"This is annoying."
"You'll have to try harder than this."
"I know it sounds impossible."
"They didn't even touch it!"
"I'm here, am I not?"
"Stupider people than us have done this."
"Does this help you?"
"It's a balance."
"Do we have a plan?"
"It's rather complicated."
"I will never forget this."
"You're not alone."
"I think I see it."
"Yes, I missed this."
"Trust me, this will work."
"Just be honest."
"And how did that work out?"
"I believe in us."
"There's not enough time."
"We've done this before."
"It's been a while, hasn't it?"
"Why would they do this?"
"I'm not lost!"
"Where did they go?"
"Do you trust me?"
"I still love you."
This event is open to fanfiction and original fiction.
Start the first of October. You do not have to do the prompts in order. Tag your posts with #fictober25.
Please state at the top if your entry is original fiction or fanfiction and what fandom. State common warnings and triggers at the top and tag accordingly.
No AI generated text or art.
I reserve the right to not reblog fics that I find inappropriate. I will reblog things here on @fictober-event, follow this blog to see all the entries.
Go forth and write!
PREMISE: You’ve always teased Emily Prentiss about being older. About how you could handle a woman like her—experienced, commanding, devastating. But when she finally calls your bluff and takes you home, you learn exactly what it means to be at her mercy.
WARNINGS: legal age gap, oral, mentions of spit and swallowing spit, choking, scissoring, pussy slapping (once), dom!Emily, sub!reader, older!Emily, face riding, degradation, possessive behaviour, breast biting/marking, slight aftercare.
WORD COUNT: 3K
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You said you could handle an older woman. Emily’s about to make you prove it.
You never meant for it to actually happen—not at first. The teasing started as harmless flirting, the kind of half-sarcastic sass you knew you could get away with when Emily would sit across from you in the bullpen, sipping her coffee, legs crossed, eyes sharp. You’d always toss something her way. A cheeky smile. A cocked eyebrow. “Sure you’re not too old to keep up with me?” Or, your personal favorite: “Bet you were a wild one in the ‘90s.”
She always gave it back just as hard. “Keep dreaming, rookie.” Or, more recently: “You wouldn’t last a minute with me.”
But god, what she didn’t know—what she probably knew, honestly—was that you weren’t just playing around. You had it bad. Hopeless crush, heart-racing-in-elevators bad. She was everything: the streak of silver in her hair, the worn leather jackets, that unreadable gaze she had when she was pissed off and trying not to show it. You’d lie awake some nights thinking about what it would feel like to belong to someone like her. To have her ruin you, command you. Praise you—or not.
So when she invited you over for “a drink” after the team closed a case, and you said yes with a grin too wide to be innocent… you kind of knew. You both did.
Her house smells like sandalwood and dark wine and something faintly smoky—like old books and danger. You pretend to admire the furniture, all dark woods and soft fabrics, while she watches you over the rim of her glass. Still in her work slacks and button-down, sleeves rolled to her forearms. Hair tied back, but loose enough to say I’ve been thinking about this too.
“You know,” you say, walking your fingers along the edge of her bookshelf, “I always figured you’d taste like scotch and sin.”
She raises an eyebrow. “And what do you taste like?”
You smile. “Come find out.”
That’s what does it.
In two strides she’s in front of you, her glass abandoned. She doesn’t kiss you yet—just presses you against the bookshelf with her body, one hand coming to rest lightly on your throat. Not tight. Not yet. Just there.
Her voice is low and rough. “You’ve got a big mouth for someone who blushes when I so much as look at you.”
Your heart is hammering. Your whole body is heat. “Maybe I blush because I like when you look at me.”
Emily chuckles—dark and amused, like she’s already decided how this night ends. “Is that right?”
Then her hand tightens—not painfully, but with purpose. Her palm wraps around your throat just firm enough that your breath hitches. Her thumb traces up under your jawline. Your knees go weak instantly. She tilts her head, eyes glittering. “You said you could handle an older woman,” she whispers, voice right against your lips. “Prove it.”
She pulls you in by the throat and kisses you like she’s claiming you—slow, deliberate, devastating. Her tongue invades your mouth with the kind of confidence only time and power can give a woman. You melt against her, moaning softly, already undone and still fully clothed.
When she steps back, her hand still holding you, she nods toward the living room.
“Strip for me.”
You hesitate for half a second—more out of awe than fear. Then, you start to move.
The fire’s burning low in the background, casting flickering gold across the walls. You make a show of it for her, because you want to. Because she’s watching you with that amused, unreadable expression like she’s deciding whether to ruin you slowly or all at once. You slide your shirt over your head, letting your fingertips trace your own stomach before unhooking your bra. You peel off your jeans, slow and sensual, keeping your eyes locked on hers.
She licks her bottom lip. “You’ve done this before.”
“Not for anyone like you,” you breathe.
Her smile darkens. “Damn right you haven’t.”
She comes to you again—pressing you down onto the couch, climbing over you like a wolf cornering its prey. Her hands move over your body like she owns it, mapping every inch. She pauses when her fingers slip between your thighs and find you soaked.
“Jesus. Look at you.” She pulls your legs apart with one hand and settles between them, kneeling on the rug. “You’re dripping. Just from a little choking and dirty talk?”
You whimper, embarrassed and turned on beyond words.
She slaps your thigh, just once. “Answer me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She groans at that—whether it’s from the title or the mess between your legs, you can’t tell. “Fuck, you are a good girl,” she mutters. “Let’s see how good.”
Then her mouth is on you.
She licks you like she’s savoring something rare and expensive, tongue slow and flat and devastating. She keeps eye contact as long as she can, even as your hips buck and your fingers dig into the cushions. Her tongue flicks your clit with maddening precision, alternating with deep, slow strokes that make your stomach clench. She moans against you—like you taste like sin. Like she’s been hungry for this.
Your pussy is swollen, glistening, and fully exposed under the flickering light. She spreads you wider, her thumbs keeping you open so she can lap at every part of you. She spits once—deliberately—and drags her tongue through the mess she’s made.
“Such a pretty little cunt,” she says, voice wrecked, breath hot. “So wet and needy. This what you’ve been thinking about while you’re sitting at your desk? Humping your thighs like a needy slut, pretending it wasn’t for me?”
You sob. “Yes, yes—Emily, please—”
“Ma’am.” Her voice cuts through the haze like a blade.
“Yes, ma’am,” you gasp, thighs shaking. “Please, I—I’m gonna—”
She pulls away just before you fall.
Cruel.
You whine, reaching for her, but she grips your throat again, pushing you back into the couch cushions.
“You don’t come,” she snarls. “Not until I say. Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am,” you whimper, every nerve lit up.
Her fingers replace her tongue—two of them sliding in to the knuckle while her mouth goes back to your clit. She pumps slowly, curling, hitting a spot that has your hips jerking with every thrust.
You're gone. Undone. A mess beneath her.
And you’ve never felt more wanted in your life.
Emily watches you squirm—your legs trembling, pussy soaked, your whole body aching for the release she just denied. You’re flushed, panting, lips parted, caught in that blissful place between desperate and obedient.
She doesn’t ease up. Her fingers stay inside you, thrusting slow and deep, curling exactly where you need them, while her mouth toys with your clit in lazy, taunting licks. She knows what she’s doing. She’s watching the way your stomach tightens, the way your eyes flutter, how your hips fight to meet every thrust even though you're not allowed to come.
"You close again?" she asks, even though she already knows.
You nod frantically, mouth barely forming words. “Please, please—I can’t—I need to—”
Emily lifts her mouth, licks her lips, and gives you a low, almost mocking smile.
“Then come for me. Now.”
Her voice is like a spell. Your body obeys instantly.
It hits like a wave—sharp and hot and all-consuming. Your back arches off the couch, legs clenching around her shoulders, the pleasure wracking through you in relentless, shuddering pulses. You cry out, a broken, needy sound that makes her groan into you.
She doesn’t stop.
She fucks you through it, tongue flicking, fingers thrusting, dragging out your orgasm until it blurs into something even messier, your body twitching from oversensitivity. You can’t breathe. Can’t think. Your hands are gripping at nothing.
Finally—finally—she pulls back.
You’re left panting, dripping, thighs still twitching. Your pussy’s pink, puffy, still clenching from the aftershocks.
Emily brings her fingers to her mouth—slick and shiny—and licks them clean, one at a time. She moans at the taste, slow and deliberate.
“God,” she mutters, “you taste even better than I imagined.”
Then, without warning, she leans in and pinches your clit—sharp and fast.
You jolt. “F-fuck—Emily!”
Before you can recover, her palm slaps your pussy once—a wet, loud sting that makes your hips jerk and your eyes go wide.
She grins darkly. “Just making sure you remember who made you come like that.”
You’re still catching your breath when she moves up your body, climbing on top of you with the same effortless power that’s been driving you wild all night. Her mouth latches onto your breast without warning—hot, open-mouthed kisses that turn into biting. Her teeth graze your nipple, then she sucks hard, making you arch in a sharp mix of pain and pleasure.
“Sensitive?” she murmurs, eyes flicking up to watch your reaction. “Too fucking bad.”
She does it again. And again. Alternating sides, biting, sucking, marking you as thoroughly as she claimed your cunt. Your nipples throb, swollen and red, but you never ask her to stop. You don’t want her to.
You’re already shaking again when she finally pulls back.
Then she stands up.
And slowly—so slowly—she starts to undress.
The way she peels off her button-down is obscene. Her eyes never leave yours as she slides it from her shoulders, revealing toned arms, a black lace bra, and the kind of quiet confidence that makes your stomach flip. She undoes her belt next, tugging her slacks down over her hips—no underwear beneath.
Her body is stunning. Real. Experienced. Power and sex wrapped in one devastating package.
She unhooks her bra last, letting it fall to the floor, and tosses it aside like she already knows she won’t be needing it again tonight.
“Lie back,” she commands. “And keep your mouth open.”
You do.
She straddles the couch again, but this time it’s your face she’s hovering over.
You don’t even get a warning.
She grinds down onto you—wet, hot, already soaked—and grabs the back of your head, holding you in place. Her scent is intoxicating. You moan into her, tongue immediately finding her clit, licking her like you were born for it.
Emily groans—deep and raw—as she starts to move. Her hips roll against your face, using you like her own personal toy. You flick your tongue faster, sucking her clit when she rocks forward, flattening it when she tilts her hips back.
“Just like that,” she pants. “Fucking god, baby. Don’t stop.”
She leans back slightly, one hand in your hair, the other gripping the armrest for balance. Her thighs are tight around your head. Her moans grow louder, sharper, filthier.
“You love this, don’t you? Love being used like this—face full of my pussy, tongue fucking me like a desperate little whore.”
You moan in response, tongue plunging deeper, licking up every drop she gives you. She tastes incredible—musky, sweet, intense. You press your hands to her ass, pulling her down harder, letting her grind against your tongue however she wants.
Her movements get rougher, more erratic. She’s close.
“So fucking good,” she growls. “Gonna come all over your face, baby. Gonna soak you.”
And then she does.
Emily cries out, voice cracking, thighs trembling. She grinds down hard, riding your mouth through her orgasm, hips jerking with each wave. You drink her in, moaning into her cunt, loving every second of being her personal plaything.
She finally goes still—shaky, flushed, breathless—and looks down at you with a wicked smile.
“Now that’s how you prove you can handle an older woman.”
Emily’s still above you, her body glistening with sweat, her chest rising and falling fast as she catches her breath. Her thighs are still slightly trembling where they straddled your face, but there’s a grin on her lips—feral, proud. You made her come. Hard. But she’s far from done.
She leans down, kissing you deeply, not caring that her own slick is still wet on your chin. If anything, it turns her on more. Her tongue pushes past your lips with purpose, tasting herself on you, groaning when you moan into her mouth. The kiss is messy, needy—more animal than anything else. It’s tongues and teeth and heat.
Then, without a word, she pulls you up into her lap—managing to keep control of the moment even as your legs wrap around her waist. Her hands are firm at your hips, guiding you as she lowers both of you onto the rug in front of the fireplace, the flames throwing flickering amber light across your skin.
She shifts, and suddenly her thigh presses between yours—and you realize what she’s doing. You gasp.
“Oh my god—Emily…”
She hushes you with a kiss to your throat. “You said you could take me,” she murmurs. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”
She positions her legs, and yours, until your pussies align—slick, sensitive, bare skin pressed to bare skin. You both inhale sharply at the first touch—hot, swollen, aching.
You grind forward first. Tentative. Exploring.
Emily exhales, slow and low. “There you go. That’s it, baby.”
You keep moving—rubbing yourself against her, your soaked folds sliding against hers, clits brushing and catching, slick noises mixing with your broken gasps. Emily grabs your waist, meeting every grind with one of her own, panting, her eyes locked on yours.
You’re nose to nose. Chest to chest. Wet and wild and completely, deliciously lost in it.
She kisses you again—sloppier now, desperate—and as your moans tangle in each other's mouths, she reaches up and grabs your jaw, tilting your head back.
“Open your mouth.”
You do, lips parted, pupils blown wide.
She leans in, tongue barely out—and lets a thick strand of spit drip from her mouth into yours.
You swallow it without hesitation, moaning like it’s the filthiest, hottest thing in the world.
Emily’s eyes go dark.
“You really are my perfect little slut,” she breathes, before her hand wraps tight around your throat again. This time firmer. Possessive.
The pressure makes your vision blur around the edges, makes every rub of your body against hers so much more intense. She’s grinding up harder now—her hips relentless, chasing that edge again. And you’re right there with her, every nerve ending on fire, soaked and shaking and completely hers.
“Come with me,” she growls, tightening her hand just slightly as her pace quickens. “Let me feel you.”
Your body gives in first—heat rushing through you like a lightning strike, thighs trembling, pussy pulsing, mouth wide open but no sound coming out as you collapse into her. But Emily doesn’t stop. She thrusts against you one more time, lets out a choked groan, and her whole body stiffens beneath you as she comes with a low, breathless moan right into your neck.
You both stay there, tangled, gasping, foreheads pressed together.
Chest to chest.
Pussy to pussy.
Still pulsing.
Still connected.
Eventually, she loosens her grip on your throat and strokes your cheek instead, her thumb brushing gently across your lips.
“That,” she says, still catching her breath, “was only round one.”
And judging by the look in her eyes?
You believe her.
Even though her voice was still rough with dominance—“That was only round one”—her touch changes almost immediately afterward.
You’re still straddling her, still tangled up in heat and heartbeat and sweat, your body soft and pliant against hers, when she lets out a long breath. Her hand slips from your throat to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing along your cheekbone with surprising gentleness.
“You okay?” she murmurs.
You nod, still dazed. “More than okay…”
Emily kisses your temple, slow and grounding. Then she lifts you carefully off her lap, guiding you down onto the rug beside her. You watch her body move as she stands—graceful, still naked, still so stunning it makes your throat tighten.
But this time, she’s not stalking. She’s not commanding.
She disappears down the hall for a minute. You hear a faucet running. When she comes back, she’s got a warm, damp towel in one hand and a softer look in her eyes.
“Don’t move.”
You don’t.
She kneels between your legs and begins to gently clean you up—slow strokes between your thighs, catching the mess of both your orgasms with careful precision. It should feel embarrassing, being spread out and wiped down like this—but somehow, with her, it doesn’t. It feels intimate. Reverent, even.
“You were incredible,” she says softly, pressing the towel against your inner thigh one last time. “You took everything I gave you.”
You look up at her, eyes hazy, lips parted. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
She smirks, but there’s warmth behind it now. “I know.”
She rises again and tosses the towel into a nearby hamper, then offers you her hand. You take it, and she pulls you up into her arms. She doesn’t bother redressing yet—just walks with you, skin to skin, back to the bedroom, where she peels back the covers and lets you climb in first.
Then she slips in beside you, spooning behind you, her arm wrapped firm and protective around your waist.
You’re sore. Spent. Blissed out. And entirely, completely hers.
As sleep begins to pull you under, you feel her mouth brush against the back of your shoulder, and you hear her whisper:
“Next time, I’m tying you up.”
And god help you—your exhausted body still shivers at the thought.
