always been mine - emily prentiss x reader

*chapter seventy // morning sickness

sick warning. also smut

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You were worn out. Being eight weeks pregnant, three weeks after you found out, was totally exhausting. Not being able to have coffee was rough. Your fatigue was killing you, so much worse than with Maia. The constant nausea, fatigue, your racing heart and aching breasts. You were anemic, too, and dizzy all the time.

You craved bananas most often, followed by celery. There was always a granola bar handy in your bag or Emily's, which you were thankful for.

Yes, half the BAU knew you were pregnant because you lived together, but it was with the people who were best at keeping secrets — besides maybe Hotch. You told him so he would understand why you perhaps weren't so steady or were so often in the bathroom, and so you wouldn't be in unnecessary peril.

On the jet on the way to a case, you were focusing hard on just not throwing up. Emily held your hand and stroked it with her thumb. Your heart was beating in your throat, your head was pounding. JJ saw how rough this flight was for you. She pulled out a pack of saltines and handed them to you. A cheap smile crossed your face as you opened them and bit into a couple. "Can I have one?" asked Emily softly. You smiled and handed her one. She wasn't nauseous, either, she just wanted a saltine.

As the plane was descending your bit your lip and shut your eyes, laying your head back in the seat. "She good?" Derek asked Emily.

"Yeah, she's fine. She's getting over the flu,"

"Ah." You didn't know if he believed it, but that wasn't your focus. You turned to Emily and opened your eyes.

"I'll be right back." Emily nodded and looked apologetic as you went by her. You made it to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. Lastly, you sighed and flushed, washing your hands and making sure you didn't look like you just threw up in an airplane bathroom.

Your sweet wife, she always checked up on you and held your shaky hand. You focused on your job and not your aching body, though it was hard. By the end of the night, you were ready to lay down and sleep.

"Em," you whispered, "I'm sorry I'm not up for sex lately,"

"You're pregnant, angel, and it's really taking its toll. Don't you worry. I just want to make you feel a little better, I can't imagine how rough you feel. Can I do anything for you? Do you need anything, pretty girl?" She played with your hair.

"No." You got in her ear. "Ask JJ if she wants you." Emily furrowed her brow. "Just trust me,"

"Y/N?" You smiled at her.

"Em, you deserve to feel good,"

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. Jayje?" JJ looked up from the other bed. A smile spread across her face.

"Get over here, Emily." The seductive look in her eye gave Emily no choice.

"Don't worry about me. I'm just here," you said. Emily looked back and nodded before getting in with JJ.

"Em, I want to play with you tonight. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes," Emily breathed.

"Tell me, then..." JJ got close and groaned in Emily's ear, "Do you like it rough?" You heard Emily moan and it made you grin. JJ laughed smugly. "What am I talking about? I know you do. Are you gonna behave for me, slut?" She popped the T and Emily nodded. "Take off all your clothes. Whore."

Emily made brief eye contact as she removed all her clothes, looking back at JJ when she was just in her bra and underpants. "I said all your clothes, whore." Emily's breath shook and she took off her undergarments, now completely nude. She seemed almost insecure in her body. JJ saw this. "You're so fucking sexy," she groaned. She put her hand around Emily's neck, choking her slightly. "Are you wet? Do I make you horny, you little slut?"

"Mhm,"

"Mm." JJ ran her middle finger through Emily's slit. "Oh, I've gotten you so wet already. You've gotta work for it, though, baby. Get on the bed."

Emily laid down. JJ straddled her face and Emily smiled. JJ slapped her. "Worship me, bitch. Respect my cunt, you little slut!"

Emily nodded and JJ lowered herself onto Emily's mouth. JJ moved her hips to the rhythm Emily's mouth took. Emily sucked on JJ's clit and ran her tongue over it, and JJ refused to moan, denying Emily the pleasure of knowing how good she was making JJ feel.

"Let me cum on your face, whore," JJ hissed, grinding on Emily's face. "Fuck, baby...!" At last JJ let out her moans as she fell over the edge of her climax.

She dismounted Emily's face and immediately started kissing down Emily's body, leaving a hickey every couple inches. "God, I bet your pussy tastes so good all wet for me, baby, dirty slut."

Emily gasped when JJ's mouth met her clit. Her tongue licked up Emily's slit. Her fingers thrust unexpectedly into Emily. Emily whimpered at the sudden pain. "I'm gonna finger you so hard, you're my little plaything, aren't you?"

"Y-yes, ma'am," Emily whined.

JJ set a violent pace, and Emily nearly screamed. "Mommy!" she cried. JJ gasped slightly and Emily whimpered, "Please, please let me cum, Daddy, god!"

"Yes, baby, cum on my fingers, fuck, Emily!"

She came for JJ, and JJ sucked her juices off of her. You tried to get up to give Emily some kind of aftercare, but when you sat up, you became dizzy and nauseous. JJ glanced over at you and shook your head, silently communication that she would do this herself.

JJ kissed Emily very gently. "How'd you know I have a mommy/daddy kink?" JJ asked in a sweet tone.

"I don't," Emily whispered. "I just called you that, I'm sorry,"

"Don't be sorry, baby. It was so sexy. You're so sexy, Em."

After a little while cuddling with JJ, Emily came back to lay with you. Your headache wasn't so bad. Emily slept with her hand on your belly, nurturing the baby growing inside of you.