Emily Prentiss One-Shots

Emily/Reader

Title: revelations - just_a_torn_up_materpiece (Ao3)

Summary: from a request on my tumblr

emily prentiss x reader, jealous emily pls?

Rating: Mature

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You'd been counting down the hours today, just watching the ticking of the clock over boring paperwork and hoping the mundane isn't interrupted with a case to spoil your evening.

And you were in luck because the hour struck and the calmness stayed and papers were stacked throughout the bullpen, chairs rolled out and coats pulled over shoulders with chatter about evening plans.

"What about you, Y/N/N? Ready for your hot date?" JJ asked you, perching on the side of your desk with her bag looped over her arm.

"I don't know about hot but I suppose so yeah." You laughed.

"Finally getting on the online dating scene huh?" Derek smirked and you rolled your eyes. Emily's ears perked up at his words from her office, immediately her jaw clenched and her pen slammed onto her desk. She pushed her chair out from behind her before heading to the door, listening in on the rest of the conversation.

"I thought I could see what it's about. Maybe show that I have more game than you, Morgan." You added smugly to which he feigned deep hurt as JJ giggled.

"Confident words, I like it."

"Well, I've gotta run home to change so I have to-"

"Y/L/N." Emily called from where she leant against the doorframe. "I need to go over something with you before you go home for the night."

"Em, can't it wait until the morning? I'm already running late an-"

"Now, please." She interrupted and the three of you shared a look when you saw her turn back into her office.

"Have fun." JJ whispered as she left, chuckling with Derek at the annoyance on your face.

"Hey, what's up?" You asked her when you walked into her office, she was leaning against her desk with her arms folded over her chest and an aggravated look on her face. She only looked at you, stepping over to you to lean behind you to shut the door before guiding you backwards into it. "Emily, what are you doing?" You breathed, barely able to get the words out with how close her body was to yours,

"Tell them you're not going." She muttered with her body pressed against yours, reaching into your pocket for your phone and holding it out to you.

"What?"

"Message whoever it is you're meeting and tell them that something came up."

The way she uttered the words left no room for you to disobey, your thumbs nervously tapped at the screen under her gaze and she didn't wait for you to be done before her hands grabbed onto your waist. She discarded your phone on the way, roughly guiding you backwards until the back of your thighs hit into her desk.

Lips pushed into yours roughly and without warning, stunning you for a moment until the feeling sunk in. The feeling of the woman you'd secretly harboured a crush on for far too long finally closing the space between you.

It wasn't the gentle and sweet first kiss you'd imagined, it was carnal and possessive, with haste and tugs of your bottom lip between her teeth. You could taste the remnants of cinnamon gum on her tongue when it licked into your mouth, pushing against yours strongly whilst one of your hands got lost in her hair, the other grasping at her back to pull her ever closer.

Her hands were just as strong as you'd have guessed when they grabbed onto the side of your thighs where you sat on her desk, squeezing roughly at the flesh as her lips ghosted across your skin, kisses along your jaw and onto your neck.

Her tongue licked over your neck with a suck at the skin over your quickening pulse, sinking her teeth into the soft flesh in a way that made you wince, making sure to leave her mark behind. You pushed her blazer past her shoulders letting it drop to the floor, feeling her toned arms beneath your palms with her shirt sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

"You belong to me - no one else can have you." She rasped, such possessive words uttered with her lips against the shell of your ear and her breath warm on your neck. "Guess I should've known a slut like you would find some stranger to fuck."

The way she hissed the phrase through gritted teeth made your head spin and the way she pulled your shirt from your body just made you melt. She truly had you in the palm of her hand, a harsh bite of her teeth into your collarbone and a hand on the side of your neck when your head tilted backwards.

Her thumb pushed onto your throat and she smirked against you at the way you whimpered, it only spurred her on.

"You want me, hm? Want me to fuck you on this desk like the needy little thing you are?"

"Fuck, yes. Emily, please." You didn't care how pathetic you might sound, all you could think about was the ache between your thighs and the fingers tugging at the button of your trousers. Her pink lips and darkened eyes, looking down at you intently, watching each and every reaction for her own entertainment.

"You're so wet, baby." She spoke, teasing a finger through your folds, groaning at how soaked you were. "Is this what I do to you, hm? Poor baby, so needy - so desperate ."

She mocked you with a smirk, sliding two fingers into your pussy painfully slowly as you unbuttoned her shirt, marvelling at the soft skin of her chest, breasts spilling out of the top of her lacey red bra. You'd longed for this, to press your lips against the skin you'd wished to see, to hear her sigh in pleasure at the hand that squeezed at her breast beneath the material, pinching sensitive nipples much to her delight.

You'd always wondered how it'd feel to suck at the flesh of her chest, to leave a pink mark behind as a memento of where you'd been. To hear her praise of you being a 'good girl' when you rolled a nipple between your fingers deliciously and how it'd feel to have her digits curling into your cunt.

To have her thumb drawing circles over your clit so deliciously, making your hips buck into her hand and your belly tighten with pleasure.

You could hear the sounds of your own arousal with each thrust of her fingers burying into you, perfected motions, perfect precision as she brought you closer and closer to the edge with your cheeks flushing hot and your laboured breathing finding it tricky to muffle the moans at the back of your throat.

Emily could feel you clenching around her, wetness dripping down her svelte fingers and she claimed your lips in a firm kiss to keep you quiet - away from any prying ears of any colleagues still milling about the bullpen. The kiss was sloppy, rushed yet passionate, a hunger not there before; your hand scrunched in her hair as you came onto her fingers. God, the way you moaned into her mouth just made Emily need you more, she'd always wondered how you'd sound.

She pulled away with a bite to your lip, harsh enough to leave a faint taste of metal behind but you couldn't bring yourself to care with the way she'd made you feel, still coming down from your high as she looked at you with parted lips and hooded eyes. She looked ravenous, positively starving, you'd given her a taste of what she could have and now she needed more.

Her fingers pushed past your lips, hooking around your teeth as you sucked them into your mouth. She wouldn't let your eyes unfocus from hers as you licked them clean of your own taste, holding onto her exposed waist while her free hand rested on your thigh.

"You're coming back to my apartment." She stated, immediately buttoning her shirt and motioning for you to do the same.

If you've learned one thing tonight it's that the green of envy is her perfect shade.