obedience to you - emily prentiss - 18+
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emily prentiss might be in control at work, but behind closed doors, she’s yours to tease, use, and ruin. after a night of public teasing that leaves her painfully hard, you take her home and make her watch as you strip, denying her every touch.
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g!p emily prentiss x fem!reader
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The music’s a slow, pulsing throb under your skin, bass vibrating through the velvet walls of the VIP lounge. You’re in Emily’s lap, straddling her, arms draped lazily around her neck like this is just another dance — except your hips are moving slow, deliberate, your mouth grazing her ear as you whisper things no one else can hear.
She’s trying so hard to behave. Hands gripping the armrests like they’re her lifeline, knuckles white. Her dark eyes are locked on your face — jaw clenched, lips parted just enough for you to see the shaky exhale she can’t quite suppress. Her suit jacket’s rumpled now, tie loosened from the heat, from you. And god, you can feel it. The way she’s hard beneath you, cock straining against her slacks as you roll your hips, again and again, pretending like you're just enjoying the beat.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” you purr, voice dipped in honey as you grind down just a little harder, enough to make her flinch. “Not touching me, even though I know how badly you want to.”
Emily’s breath stutters. Her fingers twitch on the armrests, just once, and you reward her restraint with a kiss to the underside of her jaw. She moans softly, barely audible over the music — but you hear it. You feel it. Her cock is throbbing against you now, thick and hot, and she’s probably aching from the way you’ve been teasing her all night. Leaning in too close at the bar, slipping your hand into her lap under the table, whispering dirty little promises while she tried to keep it together in public.
“You’re dripping down your thigh, aren’t you?” you murmur, dragging your lips over her cheek as she shudders. “Bet your cock’s so sensitive it hurts. Poor thing.”
She whimpers, head falling back just slightly, exposing her throat in a silent, desperate plea. It’s too easy to smile, smug and cruel in the best way, as you press your hand between your bodies and cup her through her pants. She bucks instinctively and you tsk.
“No. You don’t get to touch anything tonight unless I say so. Hands stay right there. You understand?”
Emily nods fast, frantic. “Yes, ma’am,” she breathes, voice cracked open, pupils blown wide with lust and submission.
“Good girl.”
You don’t even turn on the lights when you get home — you want her squirming in the dark, want her focused only on how you touch her, how you command her. The door slams shut behind you, and Emily’s already fumbling with her jacket like she’s on the edge of breaking, but you press her back with one firm palm to her chest.
"Strip. Everything. But don’t you fucking touch your cock."
Her breath catches in her throat — a high, shaky sound that’s almost a moan — but she obeys. Her hands tremble as she works off the layers, her slacks hitting the floor with a soft sound, boxers right after, and there it is. Her cock, flushed and thick and so hard it’s bobbing slightly with each tiny movement, veins prominent, the head wet and shiny with precum. She’s dripping — like she’s been leaking for hours — and maybe she has, considering how much teasing you put her through at the club.
You let her sit on the edge of the bed, legs spread just enough to make room for you as you sink to your knees between them, still fully clothed. You rest your hands on her thighs and look up at her.
"Look at you," you murmur, voice sultry and low. "So hard it hurts, huh? I can see your cock twitching, baby. You gonna beg for it?"
Emily’s already panting, her fists clenched into the sheets behind her. “Please,” she whispers, hips twitching forward despite herself. "I—I need it so bad, I can’t—fuck, I can’t think—"
"Oh, poor thing," you coo, leaning forward, letting your lips barely brush her inner thigh. "You gonna come just from my mouth?"
She whimpers. “Please, yes—need your mouth, I can’t take it—please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so fucking good—”
That’s all you need.
You wrap one hand around the base of her cock, squeezing just enough to make her gasp, then slowly lick from the underside up to the head, tasting the precum already smeared there. She bucks slightly, immediately apologizing, breathless — “Sorry, sorry, I’ll stay still—” —and it makes you smile as you swirl your tongue around the head, teasing the slit.
"Good girl," you purr, before taking her in deeper, lips wrapping around her thick cock as she groans, ragged and raw.
She’s big. Long and heavy on your tongue, thick enough to stretch your lips wide as you slide down her length, your hand stroking what your mouth can’t reach. Her cock pulses against your tongue, the taste of her precum salty and addictive. You hollow your cheeks, suck hard — and she cries out, a soft, broken sound like she’s trying not to sob.
You know you look like sin. Your cleavage is on full display, breasts pushed up tight in your top, your pussy soaked through your panties and pressed against the floor as you rock your hips for a little friction. But it’s all for her — every moan you let out as you suck her, every time you drag your tongue along that sensitive vein on the underside of her cock, is to undo her completely.
Emily’s shaking now, thighs trembling on either side of you. “I—I can’t—fuck, I’m gonna come, please—let me, please, I need to—”
You pull off just long enough to growl, “Not until I say.” Then you take her deep again, swallowing around her as you bob your head faster, jerking the base of her cock in rhythm with your mouth. Her hips jump — she’s holding herself back with everything she’s got.
“Please—pleasepleaseplease—” she’s sobbing now, barely coherent, voice wrecked. “Let me come, let me, I can’t hold it—”
You pull back just enough to tease her tip with your tongue and whisper, “Come in my mouth.”
She shatters.
With a strangled cry, her cock jerks in your hand and she spills hot and thick down your throat. You moan around her, swallowing greedily, loving the way she whimpers as the orgasm crashes through her — hips twitching, whole body shaking under your control. You don’t stop until she’s given you every last drop, licking her clean as her thighs twitch helplessly.
When you finally look up, her eyes are glassy, lips parted, cheeks flushed deep red. She looks utterly wrecked. And you?
You just smile, wiping your mouth slowly with the back of your hand.
"Good girl. Now lie back. I'm not nearly done with you yet."
She’s still trembling when you rise to your feet, her chest heaving, cock softening slightly between her thighs but still slick, flushed, needy. You don’t speak. Not yet. You just start moving — slow, deliberate — your fingers sliding to the hem of your top as you hold her gaze.
Emily’s wide-eyed, helpless, wrecked — and starving for you.
You peel your shirt up inch by inch, giving her a slow reveal of bare skin, your stomach flexing as you stretch, then your lacy bra coming into view. Her breath catches audibly.
“God, you’re—fuck,” she whispers, eyes raking over you like she’s trying to memorize everything. “You’re so beautiful…”
You smirk as you drop the top and move your hands to the waistband of your skirt, taking your time unzipping it, hips rolling gently side to side like you’re dancing just for her. The fabric falls to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your panties and bra — both black, both sheer enough to leave little to the imagination.
Emily’s eyes darken. She leans forward instinctively, hand lifting toward your waist like she can’t help herself. You slap it away — not hard, but sharp enough to make her jolt.
“Nuh-uh,” you warn. “You don’t touch until I say. You want my body? You watch it first.”
She groans — head falling back a second, teeth clenched like she’s holding herself together by a thread. You reach behind your back and unclip your bra, letting it fall off your arms. Her eyes drop to your chest instantly, pupils blown wide.
“Fuck… your tits—” she whimpers, breathless. “You know how much I—please, I wanna touch, I wanna taste them so bad…”
You cup them in your own hands, rolling your nipples slowly between your fingers, moaning just a little as your body reacts — nipples tightening, pussy clenching in anticipation. You see the way Emily twitches — her cock starting to swell again, helpless to your show.
“You’ll get your chance,” you murmur. “But I’m going to ride you first.”
You hook your fingers into the waistband of your panties and peel them down slow, letting her see the wet string of arousal sticking to the fabric. You’re soaked — your thighs glistening, your pussy visibly aching for her — and she makes a desperate, strangled sound as she watches you step out of them and climb back into her lap.
Her cock is rock hard again, flushed dark red and slick with her own release, twitching eagerly beneath you. You position yourself over her, rubbing your folds along her shaft, spreading wetness from tip to base, teasing you both with the promise.
“Can I touch you?” she begs again, voice cracked and reverent. “Please, I’ll be so gentle, I’ll—fuck, please let me hold your tits while you ride me—”
You lean in close, your lips ghosting over hers but never kissing. “You love my tits that much?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “So fucking much—”
You take her cock in one hand and line yourself up, and as you sink down onto her, you grab her wrists and guide her palms to your chest.
“Then touch. Show me how much.”
Emily moans like she’s been given salvation. Her hands come up to cup your breasts reverently, fingers splaying across your soft skin, thumbs brushing over your aching nipples. You start to ride her slow — grinding your hips, letting her feel every tight, wet inch of you envelop her cock.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” she gasps, head falling back against the mattress as her hands knead your tits. “So tight, so wet—so fucking perfect—”
You bounce on her cock with increasing rhythm, your thighs slapping against hers, your pussy clenching around her thick length as she fills you again and again. You brace your hands on her chest, back arching as you ride her deeper, harder, your breasts bouncing into her eager palms.
“Touch me like that,” you pant, “and I might let you come inside me.”
That’s all it takes. Emily’s hips start to jerk, her cock throbbing deep inside you as she grips your breasts harder, rubbing and squeezing like they’re the only thing keeping her tethered to reality. You clench around her, moaning as you feel her swelling inside you, every vein dragging along your walls perfectly.
“I’m gonna come—please, I’m gonna come inside, let me—please, please—”
You ride her faster, leaning down to kiss her finally, your lips crashing onto hers just as her cock pulses hard inside you — thick, hot ropes of cum spilling deep into your pussy. You grind through it, milking her, moaning as her body shudders beneath you, her grip on your breasts tightening just shy of painful.
You don’t stop until you’ve wrung every drop out of her, until you feel her twitching, overstimulated, whimpering against your mouth as you finally slow.
When you sit up again, her cum is dripping out of you, thick and warm between your thighs, and her cock is still buried deep inside.
She looks up at you like she’s seen heaven.
And maybe she has.
She’s still hard inside you.
Barely. Sensitive. Twitching. But hard — and that’s all you need.
You grin, slow and wicked, as you lift your hips and let her half-soft cock slide out of your cum-dripping pussy with a filthy wet sound. You don’t give her a moment to recover. You just shift, press her back flat against the bed, and straddle her chest, your soaked cunt hovering just above her face.
“Did I say you could come?” you ask, voice low, taunting. Her eyes widen — she knows it was allowed — but you’re already smirking, grinding your wet pussy along her chest, smearing her own cum across her skin.
“I—I thought—” she starts, but you reach down and slap her cock lightly — just enough to make her whimper and twitch.
“You thought wrong, baby. I said maybe. You came like a desperate little bitch anyway. So now you’re going to make it up to me.”
You grab her by the hair and drag her face between your thighs, not gentle in the slightest. She gasps at first, but her mouth opens fast, eager, tongue darting out to lap at your folds like she’s starving for you — and maybe she is. You ride her face with no hesitation, grinding your pussy against her mouth, your slick lips parting over her nose, her chin. She moans against you like it’s a gift, and you pull her hair harder.
“Don’t just lick — eat me, Emily.”
And she does.
Tongue plunging between your folds, sloppy and desperate, licking into your dripping pussy with a devotion that’s almost pathetic. She sucks your clit when you grind down harder, and you reward her with a deep moan, grabbing the headboard with one hand while the other stays tangled in her hair, riding her face with ruthless rhythm.
She’s so fucking good like this — mouth stuffed with your cunt, cock twitching uselessly against her stomach, eyes half-lidded with overwhelmed need. You fuck yourself on her tongue until your legs start to tremble, until you're soaked and throbbing and overstimulated — then you pull away, dripping onto her lips and watching her chase your pussy with a broken whimper.
“Mm-mm,” you hum, crawling back down her body until you’re hovering over her cock again. “You don’t come again until I say. You don’t move unless I tell you. Understand?”
“Y-yes,” she pants, breathless, her lips shining with your slick. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good girl.”
You line her back up and sink down hard — all at once — taking her back into your pussy while she sobs, back arching like her body can’t handle the overstimulation. Her cock’s still overly sensitive, still slick with her last release and your arousal, but it slides in deep, stretching you open again, filling you in one tight, brutal thrust.
Her thighs shake. Her hands clench the sheets.
You ride her without mercy.
Fast, punishing, wet. Skin slapping, bodies colliding, your pussy sucking her back in every time she tries to squirm from the intensity. Her cock throbs with every stroke — already on the edge again, just barely holding on. You lean down and press your tits to her chest, grinding harder, your breath hot against her ear.
“Your cock’s mine,” you whisper. “This tight, aching little thing? It belongs to me. I’ll fuck you until you cry, and you’ll say thank you, won’t you?”
She nods frantically, barely able to breathe. “Thank you, thank you—fuck, I love your pussy—I love how it feels, please don’t stop—”
You grab her throat — not to choke, just to hold her still — and ride her faster. Your breasts bounce against her chest, your soaked cunt clenching, milking her cock like you want her to break.
“Touch me,” you pant finally, and she doesn’t even hesitate — her hands come up to your chest like they belong there, fingers cupping your tits, thumbs flicking your nipples as you ride her deeper.
She’s losing it. You can feel it — her cock twitching wildly inside you, her breath ragged, your name falling from her lips like a prayer.
“I’m gonna—fuck, I can’t hold it—”
You dig your nails into her chest. “You will. You’ll beg for it.”
“Please,” she sobs, “please, I need to come in you again, let me, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything—”
You clench hard around her, grinding down to take her as deep as she’ll go.
“Come for me, baby.”
She breaks again.
With a long, broken cry, her cock pulses inside you, hot cum shooting deep into your pussy, again and again, as you moan and ride through it, wringing her dry. Her hands clutch at your tits like they’re the only thing keeping her grounded, her body twitching beneath you as she fills you all over again — your slick mixed with hers dripping down her thighs.
You don’t slow until she’s begging you to stop, completely spent and wrecked beneath you.
And even then… you consider going one more round.