Tags: F/F, Female reader insert, Lesbian sex, Light BDSM tones, Light Dom/Sub, Established relationship, Reader insert, Praise kink, Mommy kink, Cockwarming, Smut, Office sex, Degradation tones?, Reader is a member of the BAU.
Summary: Emily needs her cock warming while she makes an important work call.
Words: 2.3k
You walk quietly through the bullpen, the overhead lights mostly off, the remaining few casting long shadows across the vacant desks. It’s late, well past midnight, and the rest of the team headed home hours ago. Across the open room, Emily’s office is still illuminated with a soft glow. You know she’s still here, your girlfriend, your boss and your Mommy behind closed doors when the rest of the world fades away. You both carry the weight of the job, but when you’re in a scene, the only thing that matters is her and the rules your body obeys without conscious thought.
You knock once, softly, and push the door open. Emily looks up from her desk, professional gaze softening the second her eyes land on you. She’s still in her black blouse and slacks, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly tousled from running her fingers through it. She’s already wearing her harness and silicone cock beneath her clothes, you can tell by the way she shifts in her chair and her slacks cling to the subtle bulge you’ve grown to crave.
“Close the door, my love,” her voice is low and velvety, “Lock it.” Your pulse kicks up as you obey the command, the click of the lock echoing like a starting gun. Emily pushes her chair back just enough and pats her lap. “Come here. Sit on Mommy’s cock and keep it warm while I make this call.” Heat floods your face, your core clenching at the casual command. You cross the room, heart hammering and unbuckle your slacks, freeing yourself of both those and your panties, straddling her thighs with your body facing towards the direction of her dark, oak desk.
Emily’s hands settle on your hips, guiding you down until the thick, ebony silicone presses against your already dripping entrance. She lets you sink, slow and deliberate, until the blunt head has nowhere else to go and you’re seated fully on her lap, the strap buried deep inside you.
A tiny whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it and Emily’s fingers dig slightly into your hips in warning. “Shh. Not a sound, pretty girl. You know the rules. Not while I’m on the phone.” Her lips brush against your ear, “Be a good girl for Mommy and I’ll take care of you when we get home. Break Mommy’s rules… and you won’t come for at least a week.” You nod frantically, clutching the skin of your bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to control yourself.
She reaches for the phone and hits the speaker so you can both hear, and dials. Her free hand strokes soothing circles on your thigh, a stark contrast to the thick fullness stretching you open.
The line picks up on the second ring and Erin Strauss’ voice fills the office, crisp even at this hour. “My apologies for the intrusion this late. I need your take on the profile for the Atlanta case before I brief the director tomorrow.” Emily’s voice is perfectly steady, professional, “Of course. I’ve got the case file right here.” She starts talking, calm, authoritative, every inch the unit chief and Supervisory Special Agent, while her other hand slides across the skin of your thigh, towards your folds. She parts them with a featherlight touch and presses two fingers against your throbbing clit, rubbing slow, maddening circles.
Your arousal is already coating the inside of your thighs and dripping down onto the harness, your inner walls clenching around the strap with every lazy stroke of her fingertips. Your legs tremble. You grip the edge of the desk so hard your knuckles whiten. Emily’s voice doesn’t waver. “…the cluster of dumpsites suggests he’s operating within a two mile radius of the rail yards. I can narrow it further if we cross-reference…”, She pinches your clit lightly. Your mouth falls open in a silent cry and you quickly clamp your hands over it desperately trying to hold the sound in, eyes squeezing shut from the effort.
The stretch, the pressure, the way she fills you so completely while sounding completely nonchalant on the phone, it’s torture. Perfect, delicious torture. You rock your hips the slightest bit, desperate for friction. Emily’s hand clamps down instantly, pinning you still. Her eyes flick to yours, dark and gleaming with warning and pride at the same time, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. You force yourself to stay motionless, breathing through your nose in shallow, controlled pulls. Sweat beading at your temples. Your inner walls flutter and squeeze around the thick silicone, and Emily feels every single twitch. She rewards you by angling her hips carefully and grinding up into you in the smallest, most controlled movements while Strauss keeps talking.
You’re shaking now, tears of effort pricking the corners of your eyes. Every nerve is screaming. You want to moan, to beg, to ride her until you shatter. But you don’t. You stay silent, a perfect, obedient little submissive for Mommy. Emily’s voice stays velvet smooth on the phone, “I’ll send the updated profile in the morning. Anything else I can do for you?”. Strauss wraps it up and the call ends with the click of a button.
The second the line goes dead, Emily drops the phone and buries her face in your neck, biting down hard enough to make you gasp. “Fuck, pretty girl,” she growls, voice wrecked now, “You were so good. So fucking quiet for Mommy. Look at you, trembling, dripping all over my cock, and not a single sound.” She grips your hips with both hands and starts fucking up into you with deep, punishing thrusts that make the chair creak. You finally let go, a sob of relief breaking free as you cry out, “Fuck!…Oh god! Mommy…’m gonna…”, your whimpering, half words trail off. “That’s it,” she praises, voice husky and warm against your ear, “Let me hear you now. You earned it. Such a perfect girl keeping Mommy’s cock warm the whole time. I’m so proud of you.”
The praise sends you spiraling over the edge. Your head falls back against her shoulder, mouth open, moans spilling out unchecked as she drives into you harder. One hand snakes up to pinch your nipple under your shirt, the other rubs tight, perfect circles over your swollen clit. “Come for me, pretty girl. Come all over Mommy’s strap right here in my office like the needy little slut you are for me.” The orgasm crashes through you so hard your vision whites out. You clench around her, thighs shaking violently, a broken litany of curse words falling from your lips as you soak her lap and the harness.
Emily keeps fucking you through it, lessening the momentum of her thrusts until you’re a boneless, whimpering mess in her arms. She kisses your shoulder through the fabric of your shirt, soft and reverent now that the scene is winding down.
“You did so well,” she murmurs, stroking your hair. “My sweet, obedient girl. When we get home I’m going to lay you out on our bed and worship every inch of you. Sound good, my love?”. You nod, still breathing heavily, still full of her, “Yes, Mommy.”
She gives you a moment to catch your breath, before she stands awkwardly, your two bodies still attached by the silicone strapped to her hips. Her arm is supportive around your abdomen, your legs not quite reliable yet as she pulls out slowly, emptiness replacing the fullness from seconds ago and you can’t help the tiny whimpering sound you make at the feeling. “Soon, my love”, Emily promises, slowly turning you to perch your body on the edge of the wooden desk so she can help you redress your lower half. Cleaning up is pointless when there’s more mess to come. Your legs eventually hold, not perfectly but enough to bear weight. Emily flicks off the light, grabs her bag and the two of you walk out to the parking lot together.
The drive home is a hazy blur of streetlights and Emily’s hand resting possessively on your thigh as she drives. You’re still soaked, thighs sticky, the ache between your legs a constant reminder of how perfectly you’d kept her strap warm while she sounded so unflinchingly professional on that call. Every time you shift in the passenger seat, the memory sends a fresh pulse of heat through you.
Emily doesn’t speak much, but the occasional glance she gives you is heated and full of promise. When she finally parks in the garage of your shared apartment block, she kills the engine and turns to you, voice low, “Inside. Bedroom. Clothes off. On the bed, on your back, legs spread. You have two minutes.” You practically scramble out of the car, slightly uncoordinated by the urgency.
By the time she steps through the front door, you’re already fully naked, heart racing, back against the mattress in the center of the bed, legs spread as wide as your body will comfortably allow, exactly as instructed. The cool air kisses your overheated skin. Your nipples are tight, pebbled, your pussy still slick and throbbing from the office yet somehow aching for more.
You hear her lock the door, the soft click of her heels on the hardwood, then the deliberate sound of her unbuckling her belt in the hallway and you can picture her fingers working as the buckle sits off centre. She appears in the doorway like sin incarnate, blouse unbuttoned just enough to show the red lace of her bra, slacks gone, the thick black strap on still jutting proudly from her hips. Her dark hair is loose, framing her face. Her sharp eyes rake over you slowly, drinking in every inch of your exposed body.
“Look at you,” she murmurs, stepping closer. “My beautiful girl, waiting so patiently. You were such a good girl tonight, my love. Keeping Mommy’s cock warm without a single sound… I’m so proud of you.” The praise hits you straight in the chest, making your breath hitch. Emily climbs onto the bed, crawling over you until she’s braced above your body, caging you in. She leans down and kisses you, slow, deep, claiming. Her tongue slides against yours, tasting the desperation you’ve been holding back for hours.
When she pulls back, her voice is velvet and steel at the same time. “Tonight I’m going to reward you properly. But first… I want to hear you beg for it.” She settles between your spread thighs, the thick head of the strap nudging teasingly against your entrance, but she doesn’t push in. Instead, she rocks her hips in shallow, infuriating little movements, coating the onyx silicone in your arousal while her mouth finds your neck. She bites down, then soothes the mark swiftly with her tongue.
“Tell Mommy what you need, pretty girl”. Your voice comes out shaky, already wrecked, “Please… Mommy. I need you inside me. I’ve been so empty since the office. Please fuck me. I’ll be good.” Emily hums in approval, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb circling your nipple until you arch into her touch.
“Mmm, such pretty words. You’re already dripping for me again. My sweet little sub, so needy after keeping Mommy warm.” She presses the tip inside you, just the head, then she stops, holding perfectly still. “But good girls who follow the rules get fucked properly. Ask me nicer”.
“Mommy, please,” you whimper, hips jolting uselessly. “Please fill me up. I need your cock to fill me. I was so quiet for you… I didn’t make a sound. Please… I was good”. Emily’s eyes darken with satisfaction, her pupils blown with lust, “That’s my girl,” She thrusts in with one smooth, powerful stroke, burying the entire length inside you until her hips are flush against yours. The stretch is perfect, thick, unrelenting, hitting every sensitive spot as she bottoms out.
You cry out, back bowing off the bed, fingers scrambling for grip on her shoulders. “Fuck, Mommy!” She sets a slow, devastating rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in deep, grinding against your swollen clit with every thrust. Her mouth finds your ear again, voice husky and warm with praise, “Look at you taking me so well. Such a perfect little slut for Mommy. So wet, so tight… you were made for this, weren’t you? Made to warm my cock in the office and then get fucked senseless at home.” Every word winds you tighter. The praise, the fullness, the way she owns every inch of you, it’s overwhelming in the best way.
Tears of pleasure slip down your temples as she fucks you harder, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other rubs firm circles over your swollen clit. “You’re doing so good, pretty girl. Letting Mommy fuck you like this. Come for me whenever you need to. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock again.”
The permission is all it takes. Your second orgasm rips through you even harder than the first, walls clenching rhythmically around the thick strap, thighs shaking violently as you sob her name, “Mommy…oh fuck, I’m coming!” Emily doesn’t stop. She fucks you through it, murmuring soft praises against your skin, “Good girl, that’s it, give it all to me, you’re so beautiful when you come for me like this”, the words keep coming until you’re a trembling, oversensitive mess beneath her. Only then does she slow, easing the strap out gently and setting the harness aside for cleaning later.
She gathers you into her arms, pulling the sheets over both of you, pressing tender kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips. “You were incredible tonight,” she whispers, stroking your hair with gentle fingers. “My perfect girl. Rest now, my love. Mommy’s got you.” You curl into her chest, boneless and glowing in a state of post sex bliss, the last thing you hear before sleep claims you is her soft, satisfied voice, “I love you.”
Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Female Reader
Word count: 563
Summary: After a long, draining case, Emily comes home to find you lying on her couch with Sergio.
a/n: Hiii, this is the first fic i upload. I wasn't sure if I wanted to post it, but I really liked this one so screw it. It's really short, and I'm not sure if I'll publish anything else. Also English isn't my first language so I'm very sorry if there's any spelling mistakes. Enjoyy!!!
The door falls shut behind Emily, the soft click resonating in the entrance of the apartment. She locked the door behind her before venturing inside the apartment.
The scent hit her first: Cinnamon mixed with something else she couldn't quite place clinging to her apartment; a sign that someone's been baking.
The faint sound of her shoes hitting the floor echoed in the entrance as she stepped into the warm lighting of her living room, and there you were: curled up on her couch with a blanket and Sergio on your lap, a book resting on your chest, wearing only one of Emily's shirts with a pair of womans boxers.
"Hey," you murmured with your eyes barely open.
Emily smiled; a smile reserved only for you.
She crossed the room slowly and paused by the couch. As you straightened your back, Sergio woke up and moved between you both.
She exhaled softly as she laid her head on your shoulder.
"Long day?" You asked, fingers caressing her hair softly.
"Mmm" was all she said.
But her fingers twitched against Sergio's fur. The tension in her shoulders hadn't left yet.
She stood up and made her way towards the kitchen. "You made tea?" She asked
You nodded. "I left the mug on the microwave to keep it warm. And I may have attempted cinnamon rolls."
Emily raised a brow while opening the microwave. "Attempted?"
"They taste awful,"
She laughed. The tired, quiet kind of laugh that slipped out like a breath she's been holding for hours.
"What do you mean awful?" she murmured, pulling the warm mug out of the microwave. The tea's scent rising with the steam.
You shrugged from the couch, your head dropping back to the cushions. "Well, Sergio approved. But he also ate a cockroach once, so his standards are... questionable."
Emily's soft laughter filled the room once more as she leaned against the counter, watching you. Noticing the sleepy droop of your lashes, your legs tangled in the blanket like you'd been waiting for her.
"You didn't have to wait up," she said softly
You blinked at her, a small, lazy smile pulling at your lips. "Wasn't waiting up. Just... fell asleep here." Your tone betraying you.
Emily took a sip of the tea, then set it down. She walked back over and sat beside you. Not close enough to touch at first, but then, slowly, she leaned. Her shoulder against yours. Her forehead brushing your temple as a silent request.
You shifted, letting her settle into your side. Sergio climbed back into your lap, circling twice before curling up.
Emily inhaled deeply, breathing you in; cinnamon, warmth, and the softness of home she never remembered having before you.
"You okay?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Emily didn't answer right away. She just nuzzled closer, letting herself fold in small parts at a time, like she was peeling off her armor piece by piece.
"Just tired," she finally murmured into your neck.
You kissed the top of her head, slow and lingering. "Then don't talk. Rest, baby."
Silence settled; comfortable, thick, safe.
After a few minutes, Emily spoke again, voice sleepy and softened at the edges:
"...We'll try the cinnamon rolls together tomorrow."
You smiled, snuggling close; eyes closed, body warm against hers.
"I'll do the icing. It's the only thing I did that tasted good."
