Emily Prentiss One-Shots

Emily/Spencer/JJ**

Title: Her Latex-Covered Fingers - oncemorewithwhump (Ao3)

Summary: Time lost all meaning to him, all his focus on the two women he was between and the sensations driving him wild. The hand in his hair, the kisses that had moved to his neck, the gloved hands on his chest, the musky smell of Emily's arousal and the taste of her on his tongue, the feeling of JJ pressed against his back, her hair falling over his skin in soft, feather-like tickles. He was lost in the moment, his brain turning off as he allowed himself to bask in the heady feelings overriding any coherent thoughts.

One of JJ's hands rested on his hip, grounding him and spreading his cheeks open as the other rubbed lube over his opening. A single slicked finger rubbed and pressed. He did his best to relax his muscles, taking calming breaths through his nose, allowing Emily's scent to fill his senses and arouse him further.

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Spencer eats out Emily as JJ fingers him.

That's it. That's the fic.

Rating: Explicit 

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A snapping noise pierced through the sound of Emily's moans. A thrill of excitement raced down Spencer's spine, and he let out a soft sigh.

Emily tightened her fingers in his hair. "Oh, he's excited, JJ."

JJ's soft, lilting laughter warmed his chest. "I haven't even started, Spence."

He didn't know how to respond to that, so he just refocused on burying his face between Emily's thighs. She spread her legs, allowing him to settle more comfortably between them as he licked into her.

The bed shifted behind him underneath the weight of their remaining partner as JJ climbed on. Thin latex rubbed at his hips, one hand delivering a soft smack to his rear. "Up. On your knees."

Spencer shifted, pushing himself onto his knees and propping himself onto his elbows. His forearms were pinned beneath Emily's thighs, his hands wrapping around the soft flesh and holding her apart as he ate her out.

One of the hands in his hair let go, and Spencer opened his eyes to look up at Emily. Her head was thrown back, her freed hand now occupied with rubbing and pinching a nipple between her fingers.

JJ's hands, covered in cool latex, fluttered over his flushed, naked skin. Her fingers danced along his sides, snaking underneath him to graze his nipples that were barely exposed by the arch of his back. He shuddered and moaned around Emily's clit. She gasped and pulled on his hair.

JJ shifted, leaning over him, pressing soft kisses between his shoulder blades as her fingers tugged at his nipples and her breasts squished against his back, sending flashes of arousal to his swollen cock, hanging heavy with desire between his legs.

Time lost all meaning to him, all his focus on the two women he was between and the sensations driving him wild. The hand in his hair, the kisses that had moved to his neck, the gloved hands on his chest, the musky smell of Emily's arousal and the taste of her on his tongue, the feeling of JJ pressed against his back, her hair falling over his skin in soft, feather-like tickles. He was lost in the moment, his brain turning off as he allowed himself to bask in the heady feelings overriding any coherent thoughts.

And then JJ pulled away, moving off the bed, and he whimpered into the apex of Emily's thighs. Her hips rose off the mattress, pressing into his face. "Oh, fuck," she moaned out.

Soft footsteps padded along the carpet. Spencer looked up to watch JJ catch Emily's mouth in a kiss. "You getting close, Em?" she whispered when she pulled back.