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ride it .ᐟ korra x f!reader
content: 18+ nsfw, smut, dom!korra, thigh riding, finger sucking, mocking, praise.
summary: ovulating while your sexy girlfriend’s playing video games with you isn’t for the weak. she deals with it in her own particular way..
a/n: had a wet dream about a certain girl and it left me in a daze all day. so, i decided to write it with korra. enjoy my kinda short dream wc: 1.7k
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OH I AM SOOOO READY
This fic hits different. A few sketches with vibes from this amazing work
can we please get an Emily x BAU agent reader where they’re somewhere cold working a case and they have to share a room. Maybe there’s only one bed 👀 do with the rest what you will.
love your writing 💞
What Happens In Alaska
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cw: only one bed :(( smut. 3k+ words ᯓ★ The BAU team travels to Alaska in Season 5, Episode 21, titled "Exit Wounds."
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You are so cold you can feel your bones rattling. At least that's what you think as you rub your own arms up and down, trying to find some relief from the sharp, biting cold. The fire is roaring inside the cabin that the local police sheriff has taken you to, and yet your whole body still hurts from being so cold.
“We only have four rooms,” the sheriff says.
“Four?” Spencer groans. “Really?”
“Hey, there’s more of you than my entire police force,” the sheriff laughs.
“I don’t care, as long as I can get warm,” you mumble, taking one of the keys. You watch as everyone pairs up, and Emily smiles at you.
“Looks like it’s you and me, kiddo,” she says, nudging your arm. You offer her a tired smile and grab your duffel bag, walking towards the stairs. Climbing the stairs is hard on account of your cold limbs, and Emily takes the key from you and opens the door. “You’re scaring me,” she says. “Are you going to freeze to death?”
“Probably,” you say, teeth chattering. “I was not made for Alaskan weather.”
“Poor baby,” Emily chuckles, pushing the door open with her hip. Her laugh continues as she scratches the back of her neck. “Uh, there’s only one bed,” she sighs.
“Don’t care,” you mumble. “Too cold to care.”
“I’ll make a pillow wall,” Emily says, and you glare at her from the bed.
“Emily, there are not enough pillows for that,” you remind her. “And I don’t have the plague; I’m just cold.”
“Go and have a shower,” Emily says. “Get warm and then you can get under the covers.”
“Can you turn the heating on?” you ask, grabbing one of the fresh towels off the bed and heading to the bathroom.
“Yes, Princess,” Emily teases as you shut yourself in and turn on the water.
The BAU team is in Franklin, Alaska, investigating a string of unusual murders in a small community. Why you all needed to come to this cold hellhole is beyond you, but here you are. Even Penelope is here. And you were about to share a bed with Emily Prentiss, the woman you’ve been in love with for the last two years, and you are so cold that you don’t even care.
The shower thankfully warms up your bones, and when you walk back into the room wrapped in your towel, you are thankful that Emily has heated the room.
“Better?” she asks, looking over at you. You kept your hair dry to avoid being colder, and it is in a messy bun on the top of your head. Your bare skin is covered in tiny water droplets, and Emily can’t help but stare. Unbeknownst to you, she has also been dealing with her own confusing feelings towards you. And seeing you like this, in just a towel, has her heart racing.
“Are you having a shower?” you ask her, rummaging through your duffel for your warm pyjamas.
“I showered before we left,” she says, and you nod. You take your pyjamas back into the bathroom and get dressed in there, applying your evening moisturiser and running your hairbrush through your tangled locks. When you walk back into the bedroom, Emily is getting dressed. She is pulling her pyjama top over her head, her bare breasts on full display, and you can’t help but stare.
“Shit.” Emily jumps when she pulls her top down. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Sorry,” you blush. “I didn’t see anything.”
“Sure,” Emily laughs, peeling back the covers and sliding into the bed. You put your hairbrush, toothbrush and skincare away, and slide in on the other side, your back to Emily’s. The cold seeps back in after an hour, and Emily, who is still awake, can feel you shiver against her body.
She rolls over without saying a word and wraps her arms around you, pulling your body to hers. Your breath hitches, but you relax the moment you feel her warm body settling against you. You lace your fingers with hers, holding her warm hand as she nuzzles against you.
“Thank you,” you whisper.
“I can’t sleep with your bones rattling over there,” she chuckles, her breath warm against your neck. “Go to sleep.”
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Emily’s alarm wakes you both, and you’re still tangled together when your eyes open. Emily’s hand is no longer in yours, though; it is pressed low against your belly, dangerously close to the band of your underwear. She groans, her hand stroking the bare skin absentmindedly as she wakes. “Mm, morning,” she yawns, her hand moving slowly up your stomach as she pulls away. Heat pools at your core and you wonder if she knows what she’s doing to you.
“Good morning,” you say, rolling over to face her. She looks so cute in the morning, all sleepy and flushed. You can’t help but smile as you look at her. “How did you sleep?”
“Actually, really good,” she laughs, sitting up. “You?”
“So good.” You smile. “Thank you for keeping me warm.”
“Any time, princess,” she grins. “Need the bathroom before I get in the shower?”
“Nope, I’m good,” you smile, sitting up as she hops out of bed. He grabs her towel and duffel and disappears. You use the time she is gone wisely, stretching and climbing out of bed. The room has a small kettle and some instant coffee, so you boil the water while you get dressed. The coffee is cooling when Emily emerges from the bathroom in a puff of steam, and you are sitting at the tiny vanity applying light makeup.
“Is that coffee I smell?”
“Yeah, though I can’t promise it’s any good,” you say, handing her a steaming mug.
“You’re an angel,” she says, her hands wrapping around the cup.
Alaskan work uniforms are different, and the two of you look like you’re going skiing rather than to interview potential witnesses. When you walk downstairs, Derek laughs at you.
“What?” you ask, adjusting your beanie.
“Nothing,” he smirks. “You going out to hunt for the abominable snowman?”
“Leave her alone,” Emily says. “She really feels the cold.”
“Poor baby,” Penelope pouts.
“Hey, did you all share beds?” Emily asks, and Rossi furrows his brow. “What?” she asks when everyone stares.
“Emily, why would we share beds?” Hotch asks.
“We only have one bed in our room,” Emily explains. “I figured they were all like that.”
“Hold up, you and Princess over here slept in the same bed?” Derek smirks. “Nice.”
“Oh, shut up,” you say. “We made a pillow barrier,” you lie, trying not to look at Emily as you think about the position of her hand when you woke up.
“At least you were probably warm all night,” Penelope says. “I was tempted to climb into bed with Morgan so I didn’t freeze to death.”
“Okay, can we focus on the task at hand?” Hotch asks, and you all scramble to get to work.
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“Hey,” Emily smiles at you as you sit in a warm corner of the cabin, eating the stew that has been provided as your dinner for the evening.
“Hey,” you return the smile as you blow on the piping hot food.
“Barely seen you all day.”
“I’ve been looking for a bad guy,” you remind her, and she laughs.
“Yeah, me too,” she says. “Shame we weren’t partnered up for the day. We work well together.”
“Maybe tomorrow,” you smile. “You eaten yet?”
“Yeah,” she nods. “Before you got back. How are you feeling today? Still freezing?”
“Not as bad as last night,” you admit. “I think I’m acclimatising.”
“I could not live in Alaska," Emily says, looking outside at the snowfall.
“The idea of a small remote community sounds nice until you actually experience it,” you agree, finishing your food.
“Let me,” Emily says, taking your empty bowl. “You heading up?”
“Yeah, gonna shower,” you tell her, and she nods.
“Cool, I’ll be up in like an hour or so.”
“Okay.” You shrug, wondering why she is telling you, but appreciating the heads-up nonetheless. With an hour to yourself, maybe you can work on relieving the ache between your legs.
When you reach the bedroom, you turn on the heat again to warm up the room, and then you peel off your clothes by the bed, folding them neatly. You turn on the shower and step inside once it heats up, and as the water pours over your skin, warming you up, your hand decides to do some exploring.
It slides down your belly, stopping above your pubic bone, right where Emily’s warm hand had been earlier. You sigh as you glide it further down, imagining her fingers brushing over your clit. The feeling sends a jolt of electricity through your body, and you moan, dipping your fingers lower.
You slide two fingers through your puffy lips and into your aching core, not bothering to hold back the moan. It feels good, especially with your eyes closed as you imagine her hands all over your body.
You begin to pump your fingers inside of yourself, rocking against your hand, whimpering and moaning. You are so distracted by the feeling that you fail to hear the door to the room open.
“Right there,” you moan, and Emily freezes. The bathroom door is slightly ajar, and curiosity gets the better of her. She creeps over slowly and peers through the crack enough to see you, naked, soaked, one hand pressed against the shower wall as you ride your hand. “Oh fuck, Emily,” you moan, and she tenses, thinking you’ve seen her. But only then does she realise your eyes are closed. You have no idea she is there, and you are thinking about her while you fuck yourself. Emily has to hold back a moan, her own clit throbbing.
“I’m so close,” you whine. “Please, Emily, I need to cum.”
Emily bites her lip, brow furrowed as she watches. You look absolutely gorgeous, mouth open in a soft O shape, a look of pure concentration on your face as you reach your peak, and then you shudder, hips bucking against your hand and low moans leaving your lips. Emily moves away from the door. She waits for your breathing to even out, and then she opens the room door again, closing it loud enough for you to hear.
“Emily? Is that you?” you call out, glad she didn’t walk in two seconds earlier.
“Yeah,” Emily replies, kicking off her shoes. Her underwear is soaked, and if she were a braver woman, she would’ve barged into the bathroom and replaced your fingers with hers. But she’s not, and you guys have a case to solve before you can even think about messing around.
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“Are you gonna hold me again tonight?” you ask as you slide into bed next to Emily. She is reading a book, sitting up against the pillows.
“Would you like me to hold you?” she smirks, and you bite your lip, nodding.
“You did such a good job of keeping me warm,” you say, and Emily chuckles. Her hand moves to yours, and she plays with your delicate fingers for a second, thinking about them being inside of you, thinking about them being inside of her, and then she lets go and turns the page. “Whatcha reading?” you ask curiously, rolling closer to her. She turns the book so you can see the front page, and you hum. “Any good?”
“I don’t know; someone keeps talking to me,” she laughs.
“Sorry,” you blush. “I’m just bored; there’s nothing to do here.”
“Are you always like a child when you're bored?” she asks, and you giggle, nodding.
“Uh huh.”
“Brat,” she laughs, closing her book and then rolling onto her side to face you. “What would you rather do instead?”
Your mind races with all the ways you should appropriately answer that question, but you can’t think of anything to say, so you bite your lip and look her up and down.
“You know…” Emily says, reaching out to play with a strand of your hair. “If you’re going to have fun in the shower, you should probably close the door.”
“What?” you ask, heart dropping. “What are you–”
“I heard you, sweet girl,” Emily whispers, leaning closer. “Moaning my name while you fucked yourself.”
“You did?” you ask, face red, breathing heavily.
“I did,” she confirms. “You know, you could’ve just told me you needed some help,” she pouts, sliding her hand down your arm. Your skin flecks with goosebumps, and Emily chuckles quietly. “I’ve been soaked ever since.”
“You have?” you ask, shocked.
“Baby girl, I know you’re not dumb. And you’re a helluva good profiler, so how can you not see how mad I am about you?” she asks.
“Oh,” you sigh happily as she drags her hand across your stomach, across the sliver of skin there.
“Yeah, oh,” Emily smirks. “Can I kiss you?”
“Please,” you whine, and she grins as she crashes her lips into yours. She pulls you into her arms, and you’re suddenly straddling her, moaning into her mouth, hips rocking against nothing as she holds your ass, helping you move.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” Emily says, lips moving to your neck. “Do you know how sexy you are?”
“Uh-uh,” you shake your head, whining as she palms your bare breast through your T-shirt.
“Well, you should know,” she says. “I’ve wanted to touch you since the first day we met.”
“Why didn’t you?” you whine as she tweaks your nipples.
“Didn’t wanna get done for sexual harassment,” she mumbles, licking your neck.
“Fuck,” you cry out. “Emily.”
“Such a pretty sound,” she says. “I’m gonna give you the real deal,” she coos. “No more riding your own fingers; you’re gonna ride mine.”
“Oh fuck yes,” you whimper as she pulls your top over your head, your nipples hardening as the cold air hits them.
“Such perfect tits,” she says, leaning forward to suck on your right nipple as her hand moves to the waistband of your pyjama pants. She slides it inside and groans at the feeling of your bare, completely waxed pussy. “No panties? You tease.”
“Em,” you whine, gripping her wrist and pushing her hand to where you need her the most.
“So fucking needy,” she laughs, spreading you open and groaning at how soaked you are. “Fuck. For me?”
“Yes,” you whine as she plunges two fingers into your core. You both groan at the sensation. Emily presses her forehead to yours, and you breathe together as you start to rock against her hand, riding it. It feels so much better than you imagined, and Emily can feel your pussy fluttering around her digits already.
“God, you’re already close, aren’t you?” she asks. “I’ve barely touched you.”
“Been thinking about this for a long time,” you gasp, bouncing on her long fingers. She curls them as you rock, and you cry out. Emily’s other hand comes up to your mouth and covers it.
“Shhh,” she coos. “Gotta be quiet.”
“M’sorry,” you whine. “Feels too good.”
“I know,” she says. “Being such a good girl for me.”
“Oh,” you moan at the praise, and Emily smirks at her newfound discovery. She presses her thumb firmly against your clit and your whole body tenses, the coil inside of you snapping as you cum all over her fingers.
“Jesus Christ,” she laughs as you keep riding until you become oversensitive. “Better?” Emily asks with a sly grin, and you nod, pulling her fingers out and sliding them into your own mouth. She groans as you suck her fingers hungrily, while you shuffle off her and tug at her own pyjamas. You release her fingers with a pop and tug her pants down, revealing a pair of grey cotton panties that are soaked.
“Poor baby is so wet,” you say in a whiny voice. “Gonna have to make her feel better,” you tell her, settling on your stomach and kissing over her wet underwear. Emily twitches against your mouth, whimpering. “Smell so good,” you tell her, rubbing against the damp patch. “Bet you taste even better.”
“Quit teasing,” she groans, and you giggle as you pull her panties down and toss them away. You admire her; the neatly trimmed black pubes between her legs make your mouth water and her swollen clit pulses and glistens under your gaze.
“Fuck,” you sigh. “Can I kiss it?”
“God yes,” she moans, watching as you press a kiss to the swollen bud, looking into her dark eyes as you slide your tongue against it.
“She’s so pretty,” you coo, rubbing her swollen pussy lips. You spread her wetness all around and then slide your middle finger into her, making her moan. “So tight,” you whisper, licking her clit with the entire surface of your tongue.
“Ohhh shit,” Emily moans.
“Gotta be quiet,” you say, withdrawing your finger and making her whine as you drag the wetness to her clit.
“I’ll be quiet,” she nods, and this time you slide two fingers into her, making her shudder.
“Your pussy is swallowing my fingers like such a greedy little thing,” you say, kissing her clit again. “God, Emily, you’re so perfect,” you flick her clit again. “Even better than I imagined. I wanna take my time with you.”
“No, please,” she begs. “Baby, make me cum.”
“But I wanna play,” you pout, dragging your lips over her clit again. She whines, her eyes slamming shut as her hips start to rock against you.
“Please,” she begs, looking into your soul with her deep, almost black, blown-out eyes.
“Okay,” you say sweetly, sucking her clit into your mouth. She moans so loudly she has to smack her hand over her mouth as you flick her clit and G-spot at the same time. It doesn’t take many strokes of your fingers before she is tightening around you, whimpering and shuddering. You don’t stop, and you manage to coax a second, unexpected orgasm from her before releasing her clit with a pop and sliding your fingers out slowly.
“Holy shit,” she gasps as you kiss all the way up her body slowly. “We’re sharing a room on every trip,” Emily laughs.
“I hope we get to come to Alaska again,” you giggle, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as her hands roam all over your body.
“That was certainly a good way to keep warm,” she says, kissing you softly. “Now I get to eat you out,” Emily grins, flipping you onto your back and making you giggle. “Lie back and relax, princess,” she coos, kissing down your stomach and tugging your pyjama pants down with her.
You barely get any sleep that night, but it is so worth it. You lose track of how many times you make each other cum, and then to top things off, you find the unsub the next day.
“I’m gonna miss this place,” you sigh as you climb into the jet, and Derek laughs.
“Why, you barely left your room when we weren't working.”
“The bed was comfy,” you say, winking at Emily before taking your seat next to Penelope and preparing for the flight home. You don’t know whether you’ll get to experience Emily Prentiss like that again, but you sure as hell hope you can.
Thank you @there-is-no-right-way for the submission!
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