Undercover or Under the covers?
Content warning: Fem!Reader, mentions of civilian going undercover, Italian!Reader, Mention of flirting during a relationship with third party (Consensual), mentions of body positivity, mentions of the word slimming, tasing a man, mentions of knife. Age gap (Reader: 23, Emily: 45), smut: Fingering, Licking, sucking on the clit, all reader receiving)
“Our unsub is finding his victims at clubs, we need someone to go undercover, someone who fits his victim pool, young, beautiful and dumb” Hotch says as he paces the space in front of the white board, JJ and Morgan slowly turn their heads to look at Emily, who was currently typing on her phone to her girlfriend, you, she looks up, sensing the stares, “What?” She raises an eyebrow, having heard the description they need of the undercover but not quite understanding why they are staring at her specifically.
“Your girlfriend matches that description.” JJ points out softly, subtly, “And she does get attention at clubs.” Rossi points out from the corner as he sips his coffee.
Emily paused, thinking about what their saying, they were definitely correct, you'd never paid a tab at a club, you flirted for free drinks for both her and you, you were young, beautiful and dumb, you were his exact type but you were also a vicious fighter, she found that out the tough way when she play fought you without warning and got knocked out in front of her entire team…ouch.
She nods slowly, “She's a civilian but it could work.” She said softly and waited for Hotch's response.
He looks at the team then at Emily directly, “I saw what happened when you fought with her, but how would she fight in a situation of adeline?” He asks, a hint of concern that he wouldn't show but Emily replies quickly, “she can defend herself, a week into our relationship I tried to surprise her, broke into her apartment, snuck up on her and covered her eyes, she almost broke my ribs before realising it was me.” She says honestly, she wouldn't lie to Hotch and she trusted your fighting skills, “Tell her to come in.” He said sternly, She nodded and texted you, “Come to the station.” She had brought you with her on this case because you already had planned to come down and join a class here, it was a win-win.
Thirty minutes later the police station door opened and you walked in, wearing sweatpants and a cropped hoodie, half awake but still looking so pretty two officers had to double take, Rossi raised an eyebrow at the men as if it to say ‘hit on her, I'll put you on your fucking ass.’ He had always been protective of you since he learnt you were Italian like he was.
“What do you need?” You asked Emily, looking at the other BAU members, “I had to leave a class early for this.” You pouted at hotch, “What class?” Morgan asked, it could help their profile, “A body positivity class, I teach it.”
Rossi's eyes flicked to Hotch, the two older men held each other's gaze in a silent understanding, unsubs who work clubs always target women who are naturally beautiful but have body issues, it's an easy tactic to pull women if you boost their confidence, “We need you to go undercover in a nightclub, the unsub we are tracking goes for women like you.” Emily explains to you, her eyes flickering over your body unconsciously, you raised an eyebrow as a cue for more details so she began explaining the case and the profile to you, how the unsub targeted women who had a natural dumb look, women who were obviously younger than him but had an attraction to people who were older or mature, how the unsub would go for women wearing a specific colour dress, black, since its slimming, you nodded along, before saying “So his type is daddy issues?” You ask her, fully serious and she nods, “I have mommy issues, not daddy issues, how am I his type?” You question her, tilting your head.
“Tesoro, guardati allo specchio, sei splendida, sei giovane e un po' ingenua, senza offesa, sei esattamente il suo tipo, inoltre ti piacciono di più le donne più grandi degli uomini, quindi non ti affascinerà, ma sei brava a fingere.” Rossi says to you in Italian.
(Translation: Honey, look at yourself in the mirror, you're gorgeous, you're young and a little naive, no offense, you're exactly his type, plus you like older women more than men, so he won't charm you, but you're good at pretending)
“You are too sweet, Rossi.” You kissed his cheek before nodding at Emily, “I'll help you, on one condition.”
Hotch raised an eyebrow at you, he was used to civilians asking for financial compensation for helping but you wouldn't, it would be a personal ask, he glanced at Emily, seeing how her face paled slightly, “B-baby no” She tried to plea but she knew it was pointless, “I've been asking for six weeks, you want my help, you paint that bedroom.” You said sternly, glaring at her, she nodded weakly, the team needed this more than her stubbornness not to paint a bedroom light grey, “Fine, come I'll help you get ready” she mumbled in annoyance but took your hand and walked you back to the hotel, it was a short walk, twenty minutes, once you were inside your hotel room, she looked through your clothes, you never left home without a good dress so she checked your bag and found a black dress, it was a short strap dress, two thin straps that went over your shoulders and the length would leave the dress at your mid thigh, she remembered seeing you in this dress before.
She handed over the dress and watched you strip of the sweatpants first, her eyes sliding from your ankle to your upper thighs with barely concealed enjoyment of a view, you were wearing a black laced set of panties that just screamed temptation, you slid the cropped hoodie off your chest and over your head, slowly, deliberately as if you had sensed her gaze eyeing every inch of your skin and wanted to give her a view, she did not complain.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs opening in that casual man spread that she naturally did without hesitation, it was what attracted you to her at first, in that bar, two years ago, you bent over in front of her and put the sweatpants and hoodie in a careful pile near your bag, a soft groan leaving Emily's mouth at your ass being so displayed, the privilege of this sight was heaven on earth to her,
You stood up slowly and slide the dress on, putting your legs through and sliding it up your body, slowly, Emily ate it up, watching every second of you putting this dress on, you slid it over your hips, the same hips she grips hard enough to leave handprints when she's inside you, you slid the dress up setting the straps properly against your shoulders before turning to face her.
You leaned over, her breath hitched in that hopeful way as your tits got closer to her face, you reached over and picked up the hairbrush behind her before standing back up, leaving a pout on her face, you walked into the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror to brush and style your hair, Emily stood from the bed naturally gravitating to your side as you brushed through your black hair, chewing on the bottom of your lip as you tried to think of a style to match the dress
You decided to do a braid crown, in replacement for a hairband, styling it so it would rest on top of your hair. It took a few attempts, curse words flying until you managed to set it perfectly, the rest of your hair, you curled the strands softly, into beach waves.
Emily licked her lips as if you were a delicious meal she wanted to devour, but she was holding her desires back, you couldn't show signs of being claimed or the unsub wouldn't be attracted to you, she couldn't leave the smell of her perfume on you either, so no kisses, no touches, not even a quick fuck.
You picked up your lipgloss and gently swiped it along your lips, it was a clear one, meant to hydrate and bring out your natural lips colour, you glanced over at her, noticing her fist clenched at her side to restrain herself from what she obviously wanted to do. “Can you get me the heels in my second bag?” You asked her softly, to distract her, you picked up your bottle of foundation and dabbled some on your wrist, covering the small tattoo on your wrist, ‘E’ for Emily.
Her jaw ticked in annoyance at the covering of the tattoo but she stayed silent in understanding, she got your heels and kneel down, lifting your leg, your right first, sliding the heel onto your foot before lifting your left leg and sliding your second heel onto your foot, she glanced up at you, her hand on your calf, her eyes promising more once the unsub was caught, she stood slowly and grabbed a purse for you before walking you out of the hotel room and back to the police station, as you walked in Morgan whistled in appreciation which earned him a head slap from Rossi, “Your going with JJ, the team will be at the club, hidden but nearby” Hotch tells you as JJ walks over, dressed similar to you but she had makeup on to make her look younger since she was mid forties,
“Come on, I'll teach you how to get free drinks.” You winked at JJ, taking her hand and leading her out, you got to the club ten minutes before the team did, you were already working your skills, flirting with men and making them eat out of the palm of your hand, having already got free drinks bought for you and JJ, Emily leaned against the wall, watching the room for the unsub, they had his description, white, male, mid forties, scar on his forearm, Hotch and Rossi lingered near the bar, Morgan was flirting with a beautiful woman, as he always did.
It was another twenty minutes before the unsub spotted you and began walking over, Hotch's eyes landed on the scar on his forearm and nodded to Rossi, the unsub slid in the stall beside you and start talking, he bought you a drink, vodka cranberry, you laughed at his jokes, tease him, the same way you did those other men for free drinks, Emily's eyes never left you, she wasn't jealous when you flirted at clubs, she knew it was purely so she didn't have to pay for your alcohol consumption, that's when he made the move, suggesting you go with him to his car, you agreed, purely so they could catch him, everyone saw it in your eyes, the fake enjoyment he didn't catch, Emily especially knew how good you were at faking a flirtatious attitude, he wrapped his arm around your waist and started leading you out, your finger slid into your purse as your eyes glanced to Rossi's to make sure the team was following, he nodded and you turned back to the man leading you out, a cute smile plastered on your face as you pretended to be giggly and drunk when in reality you were simply tipsy, you had watched your consumption, when you stepped outside he made his move, reaching for his knife to scare you into his car but you were faster, leaning into him and pressing the taser against his stomach, pressing down on the button as you watched his eyes, tilting your head with fake concern as he fell to his knees and the team came out of the club, guns drawn, aimed at him.
“HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!” Morgan yells as he moves closer, JJ moves behind the unsub, taking his knife with a napkin she grabbed out of the bar so her fingerprints wouldn't containment it, her heels clicking on the floor, Rossi just beamed with Italian pride that you tased him, gun aimed at the unsubs head as Hotch secured the handcuffs on him, the unsub glared at you, “No one would love you like I would have.” He spits at you, Emily wraps her arm around you and kisses your jaw, smirking at him, “Oh, did she not mention she's taken?” She asks him sarcastically before leading you away as the rest of the team focused on the unsub, she took you to her black SUV, her hands sliding to your waist, finally able to touch you.
“I'd fuck you in my car, baby, but the team would hear your pretty moans so I'll wait until we get to our hotel room.” She whispers in your ear, her voice getting that dominant edge that always soaked your panties, you smiled at her, “I'd love to play with you, Agent Prentiss.” You teased her, your fingers trailing along her belt before you got into the passenger seat of her car, a soft groan leaving her mouth, she slid into the passenger seat and began driving, her fingers trailing up your thigh until her fingers touched your panties, smirking slightly she sped up, needing to get to the hotel faster, in under ten minutes she pulled into the hotel's valet, she watched you get out the car as the man walked around to Emily's side for the keys, she got out and handed them to him, “Tell agent Hotchner where you parked it, it's an FBI car.” She explains quickly and follows you into the hotel, going to the elevator, watching your ass as your hips naturally sway with each step, you didn't even need to try, the elevator opened, no one inside, she smirked, she stepped inside behind you and pressed your floor number before gripping your hips and pressing you into the wall, kissing you deeply as your arms raised, wrapping around her neck as your hands gripped her hair, pulling her impossibly closer, “I can barely wait.” She whispers against your lips.
Her lips trail down your jaw, kissing your pulse line as the elevator goes up to the fourteen floor, her hands slid down to your thighs, wrapping around them tightly as she lifted you up, your legs wrapped around her waist, a breathy moan left you as you tilted your head back to give her more access to your neck, the elevator door slid open.
Emily carried you to your shared hotel room, she slid an arm from under you, her other arm tightening around you as she got the hotel key out and opened the door, your head lowered to kiss her jaw.
She kicked the door closed behind you when she carried you in, she laid you down on the bed, she couldn't wait to get out of her suit or undress you, she knelt down, pulling your panties down your legs, she pushed your dress up to your hips, her head dipped down as she began eating your pussy like a starved woman, tongue slid into your entrance curling just right before she pulled it out, flattening her tongue and sliding up your pussy, taking the sensitive cluster of nerves into her mouth and gently sucking, she slid her hands down your thighs, her dominant hand sliding between your legs, moving her body so she has enough room, two fingers sliding into your entrance, you moaned softly, your back arch as she let go off your clit, her tongue wasn't finished yet, she began using her tongue to spell out her full name in a feral possessive way, Emily Elizabeth Prentiss, against your clit, her eyes opening to look up at you, your hands were gripping her hand, your eyes rolled back as you cursed in Italian, your mouth open in breathless moans and gasps, your legs trembled around her head, clutching it tightly so she couldn't escape your cunt, she smiled, she loved seeing her flirty dumb slut fall apart, she curled her fingers into your favourite spot, her name fell from your lips in fluent Italian, your fingers gripping her hair tighter as you grinded onto her face, “Agente Prentiss, ci sono quasi.” You moaned in Italian.
(Translation: Agent Prentiss, I'm almost there)
“Si bambino, I can feel it.” She whispered as she pulls away from your clit, her fingers moving at the same pace as her free hand lifts your dress higher, she kisses your stomach, a soft moan falling from your lips as the knot began forming in your stomach as you got closer to cumming, your fingers never left her hair, gripping her like she was the only thing you could depend on, she smiled against your stomach and curled her fingers just right, you moan her name as you came, your head tilting back, your jaw falling open as your eyes rolled back in pure bliss.
She fucked you through your orgasm until your mouth closed and your eyes came back, you looked down at her.
“Good girl.” She whispered before reaching for her bag, ready for round two.
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