profiling 202 | emily prentiss x reader

thirteen

i would just like to inform everyone that when taylor drops 1989 (TV), i officially CLAIM clean, wonderland, ootw, and ayhtdws as my songs😗🫶

fair warning: i will be a MENACE when reputation (TV) drops. i need everyone to check on me when that day arrives because i will NOT be okay🙂

not proofread because ✨life was never worse but never better✨

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🩵

TW: smut, 18+, oral sex, sex toys, blah blah blah
word count: 3651

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"And that concludes my long lecture over the difference in the way blood splatters depending on how a person was stabbed," Tara said and shut off the power point. She turned and scanned the room, seeing a mixture of horrid and interested looks. "Questions?"

Tara's eyes landed on Y/n. The young woman didn't even look up from her notebook the entire lecture. If she did, Tara didn't notice. It was odd seeing her so quiet, especially in a class where Y/n would undoubtedly have great success in.

"That's it then. See you all next week," Tara said and clapped her hands. Immediately all of the students started to get up and leave the room. Y/n was no different. She wanted to be out of here as quickly as possible. "Agent Y/l/n, a moment, please?"

Of course.

Y/n tightened her lips as she shut her bag and brought her things to the front of the class. She tried to ignore the obvious glares from Agent Green's old pack of pathetic friends. Their eyes all said the same thing: 'don't sleep with this professor.'

"Yes, Agent Lewis?" Y/n said as she set her bag down on the front desk. Tara gestured for her to sit before getting herself comfortable on the edge of the long desk. She waited until the door shut before sighing softly.

"I couldn't help but notice you were quiet today, just like you have been the past two weeks. Which is odd, considering that you're usually jumping out of your seat to answer any question," Tara said and squinted her eyes slightly. "Is there something going on?"

Truthfully, something very drastic was going on. Y/n's entire devotion has been poured into the club and not into this program. Her battery has run out, and now she was running on coffee and a dream. All she wanted was to sleep and not learn about the different methods of killing.

"The club has just been busy. We're trying to toss together new things to keep it interesting for the usuals," Y/n said and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm just running on low energy, I guess."

"Is it alright if I share some advice?" Tara asked and smoothed her hands over her pant legs. Y/n nodded her head, causing Tara to clear her throat. "I've never met anyone as confident and smart as you are at this age. You are a gifted agent. You know your stuff. You have the potential to go all the way up the chain to be the director someday, but that's only if you straighten out your priorities. And I'm not just saying this because you're banging my boss."

Y/n cracked a smile before a small laugh escaped her lips. She leaned back in her seat before running her hands down her face.

"I'm serious, Y/n. You want this, you need to focus on it. There's never a challenge you can't overcome. I promise you," Tara said and patted Y/n's arm. "Your quiz grades even improved from that small drop at the midway point. Did you change your studying habits?"

"Something like that," Y/n said and tossed her head from side to side. Truthfully, it was thanks to Emily and her cute color-coded system of flashcards. Plus, the reward system was a kiss, so it's sufficient to say that Y/n was clearly understanding the material.