EVERYTHING - criminal minds/mgg oneshot/imagines

E.P. -- patience -- smut

tw - smut, overstimulation, masturbation, bondage, spanking, fingering, oral (female receiving, duhh), edging, dom!emily, sub!reader, subspace, aftercare

wc - 2,405

a/n - this is my first emily prentiss smut, so i hope it's alright! 

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it had been a while since emily left for her next case. she had only been home for less than 24 hours until she had to turn around and leave again, giving you two ultimately no playtime. 

so it's no surprise that you were a little wound up. 

she had a few rules for you to follow. one of the main rules being that there was no touching yourself unless given permission.

and you had asked permission. last night you had. and she said no. 

but she didn't understand.

you were just so needy, and you desperately needed some relief.

when you were trying to fall asleep, also another attempt to ignore how horny you had become, you were cuddling with emily's pillow when the corner of it brushed right against the spot you needed the friction. the touch of the pillow mixed with the smell of emily was all too much for you to resist. 

suddenly, you were on top of the pillow, it placed neatly between your thighs, the seam of the fabric brushing against your aching core in just the right way. your hips began to move faster and faster, trying to tighten that knot that had been trying to be tied for the past few hours. your moans were getting louder than you'd thought, emily's name leaving with a string of curses along with them. you laid the top half of your body on the pillow, hugging the pillow even closer than before so you could get a better smell of her scent. 

"emily, please, oh god," you moaned as you grasped onto the pillow tighter. "please, please, please, mommy, please," you begged for that release.

"well then, bunny," you heard her growl from the enterance of the room. you shot your body up, not stopping your movements. "did i give you permission to touch yourself?"

"i-i'm not touching myself, ma'am. i'm touching the pillow," you sassed before she came over to you, snatching the pillow from your body. "please, mommy," you whined, reaching to grab her hand as you rubbed your thighs together. "i promise i'll be good, please."

"it's too bad you started before i got here," she began. "i was planning on rewarding you for being so patient and waiting on me like a good girl," she took note of the way you squirmed from those two words. "but it looks like now i'll have to do the opposite and punish you," you bit your lip from the idea.

the last time she had to punish you was when you had a run-in with an old college friend of yours who wouldn't take a subtle hint. emily had kept you up practically all night to convince you that you were hers. you had a sneaking suspicion it was because she thought you might like that guy more than her, which couldn't be further from the truth.

because emily was the first person who's ever actually understood you. she was the first person to convince you that you were enough as you were. you didn't need to change anything about yourself. your weight, your face, your personality. you were perfect in her eyes. she taught you how to believe that yourself. 

"come here," she sat down on the bed, patting her lap for you to sit down on it, you obliged by straddling her hips. "do you know what you did wrong, bunny?" she moved your hair behind your shoulder lovingly, gazing into your eyes with a look that could only be described the same way. 

"yes, ma'am," you nodded, knowing what she'd want you to do next. "i touched myself without your permission," you looked down at your lap.

"and then...?" she asked, wanting you to continue.