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Definitely Worth It - Emily Prentiss x afab fem reader smut

Hello friends! I'm back again with some friends to lovers smut with plot for youuu! And just in time (barely!) for @sweetprentiss 's birthday bingo: friends to lovers, affectionate teasing, and "I can't concentrate when you look at me like that"

Description: You and the team are staying in a hotel, snowed in for the night. The sexual tension between you and Emily is so incredibly thick, and it takes some worda of encouragement and some liquid courage from the hotel bar/lounge for you two to finally do something about it.

Rating: E +18 there is cursing and sex

Word count: 5, 850 (holy shit I didn't realize it was this long I'm so sorry but I think it's totally worth it (and mostly dialogue so it should be pretty easy to read)???)

Tagging: @ssaagentemilyprentiss @themoontaxi @dalexandriag16 @its-soph-xx @leftoverenvy @bloodmagicbaby

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A cold gust of air blows through the automatic sliding doors and into the lobby of the hotel you and the team are staying at for your current assignment. Despite already having caught the unsub and closing the case earlier that day, you all have to stay one more night in Ohio due to a snowstorm that grounded all flights for the evening.

“Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold!” You chant as you rush past the team to get further inside the lobby.

“Oh come on now, Y/L/n! It’s not even that bad yet!” Derek calls after you.

“Not that bad? YET?!” You exclaim. “Morgan, I can’t feel my fingers! Or my toes!” You complain. 

“Don’t worry, Y/n. Once we get to our room, we’ll crank the heater up.” Emily says.

“Are we gonna cuddle to keep warm?” You ask teasingly. Emily playfully rolls her eyes at you.

“You know what always warms me up?” Rossi asks.

“Scotch.” Spencer answers.

Rossi nods, “Would anyone care to join me at the bar over there?” There’s a lounge with a small bar located on the ground floor of the hotel, it’s entrance to the left of the front desk. 

"Oh absolutely! What’dya think, Jayje?" Penelope asks, linking arms with JJ.

The petite blonde shrugs her shoulders, “Might as well, but I want to head to the room first to change into something warmer and less... worky.” 

“I’ll join you Rossi, as long as you're buying!” Emily teases, grinning from ear to ear.

Dave scowls, “Is that all I’m good for? Buying you booze?”

Derek chuckles, “Nah, Rossi. You buy us dinner too, and for that we are grateful!” He claps Rossi on the back before guiding him towards the elevator.

“Ah, screw you, children.” Dave grumbles.

Once you're all piled into the elevator, you speak up, “You guys need to stop taking advantage of Rossi’s generosity and abundance of wealth!” 

Rossi looks down at you, “Thank you?”

“Then why don’t you buy me a beer, Y/n?” Emily asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

You scoff, “Why don’t you buy your own drinks for once, Em?”

The elevator bell dings and the metal doors open. You all shuffle out into the hallway and begin making your way to your rooms.

“I’m too pretty to buy my own drinks.” Emily says, playfully flipping her hair.

You roll your eyes, “You’re incorrigible.”

“Yeah,” Emily says as she unlocks and opens the door to your shared room, “But you can’t deny that it’s true.”

“What’s true?” You ask.

“That I’m too pretty to buy my own drinks.”

You laugh, “I do think you’re pretty...” you say after shrugging your bag off your shoulder, it lands with a thump on the floor next to one of the beds, claiming your side. “Pretty full of yourself.”

Emily's jaw drops and she scoffs, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” You challenge back.

“You wanna go?” Emily playfully threatens, a huge grin on her face.

You grin, “Oh sure! Shall we go outside and fight in the snow till one of us gets frostbite? Or is a pillow fight more your speed?” With that being said, you feel something large and soft hit your back before falling to the floor. You stand still, slowly turning your head to look over your shoulder. “Oh, you did not just do that.”

Emily grabs another pillow from her bed and hugs it to her chest, “Well I did. What are you gonna do about it?”

“Nothing, because I wanna finish unpacking my- ow!” Another pillow is thrown at you, hitting you in the face this time. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Emily’s apology gets lost in her laughter.

You glare, “Oh you’re so going down.” You grab a pillow from the ground and clutch it tightly in your hands, holding it up. You nod at the other pillow on the ground, “Pick it up.”

She leans down to pick up the pillow and you decide it’s the perfect opportunity to attack. The pillow hits Emily’s side with a thwack, and the brunette shouts, “Hey, not fair!”

You stare down at your friend and grin, “Life ain’t fair, Prentiss.”

The two of you begin to chase each other around the small hotel room, giggling and cursing as you hit each other with your fluffy weapons. That is until there’s a moment of surrender. 

Emily’s got you cornered, you’re laying on your bed, pillowless. She’s got one of your legs pinned under her knee as she towers over you with her pillow raised. “Any last words?”

You gaze up at her, smirking. “Despite the fact that you’re about to smite me with a hotel pillow, I can’t stop staring at your tits.” You reach up and hook the collar of her v-neck sweater and pull before releasing it, the fabric bouncing back against her chest.

Emily’s lips part, emitting a small gasp. She lowers her pillow, her dark eyes scanning your face. You feel your cheeks start to warm up as you lay still beneath her. You love teasing her like that, knowing it catches her off guard. You’re grateful that Penelope taught you some tricks on how to up your flirting game, the tech analyst being an expert in your eyes.

“You... Damn you! Stop looking at me like that!” 

“Like what?”

“You’re trying too hard to look all cute and shit.”

“I think the person who is trying too hard at anything right now, is you.”

You’re staring at each other now, challenging each other. You’re internally begging for Emily to make a move, to toss the pillow to the side and pin your hands down and just kiss you! But you watch as she sighs and shakes her head. In moments like this one, even she can’t ignore how absolutely mad with lust you both can be, but you both have been trying your best to pretend that it’s just the flirty and teasing nature of your friendship. Though you are getting pretty tired of pretending.

“Shut up, Y/n.” Emily says with a smirk, suddenly dropping the pillow she’s been holding onto your face and climbing off the bed. 

You sigh dramatically, tossing the pillow over towards Emily's side of the hotel room. “You’re no fun.” You grumble, which causes Emily to look over her shoulder with an arched brow. A threatening look, a warning.

“I’m a lot of fun, and you know it.”

A string of knocks on your door startles you, you and Emily looking over at the door. “Who is it?” You shout.

“It’s me and JJ!” You hear Penelope exclaim from the other side of the door. You brush past Emily on your way to the door, the brunette following close behind you.

“What are you guys doing in there?” JJ asks as you open the door.

It takes you a second to realize why she’s asking that question, which is probably because of the noise level coming from your room just a few minutes ago. “Oh, Emily hit me with a pillow. Two pillows, actually. So, I was enacting my revenge.” 

You glance up at Emily to find her nodding before she smirks and speaks, “Yeah, but I won.”

“Only because you gave up!” You argue.

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Emily, stop being mean to Y/n! Friends don't hit friends with pillows!” Penelope exclaims, wagging her finger at the woman in question. 

"Isn't that the whole point of having a pillow fight at a sleepover?" JJ says, crossing her arms and smirking.

“But I-” Emily tries to defend herself, but you quickly interrupt her.

“Em, you heard the Oracle! Stop being mean to me.” You tease.

Emily's jaw dropped, "Oh come on! Y/n was being mean to me too! She was playing dirty!”

Penelope playfully pouts, “Awww, how could this precious little cutie pie be mean to you, Emily?” She coos as she cups your face with both hands and squishes your cheeks, reminding you of when you'd visit your great aunt when you were little.

“Oh, I didn't fall for her set-up." You answer.

JJ looks at Emily with a raised brow, "Set-up?"

Emily pokes her tongue out to lick the corner of her mouth and shrugs, "I was trying to get her to compliment me, but she decided to be an asshole instead." 

"Oh, she admits it!" You say as you turn around to look up at Emily. "You know, I did call you pretty, technically. Then you threatened me!" As soon as your sentence ends your chest begins to feel tight, locking eyes with the woman before you, the tension growing between you and Emily once more. But with two pairs of eyes on you, you clear your throat and begin to walk out into the hallway. "Come on, girls. Let’s see if we beat the guys to the bar."

---

You, Emily, Penelope, and JJ are indeed the first ones to arrive at the hotel bar. Emily ends up buying you a cranberry and whiskey cocktail as an apology for instigating the pillow fight, you gladly accept it. Penelope starts animatedly chatting with Emily about her Buffy the Vampire Slayer rewatch, knowing that the show is one of Emily’s favorites. This leaves an opportunity for JJ to pull you aside and strike up a conversation.

“So, you two are relieving your sexual tension with pillow fights now?” JJ asks, the blonde has been in the know about your feelings for your best friend and fellow agent, so the question doesn’t come as a surprise.

You sigh, “Emily started it! JJ, what was I supposed to do? Not fight back?”

“Did you two have another ‘almost’ moment?” JJ asks, she refers to the moments where you and Emily ‘almost’ cross the line between friendship and more. 

You nod in response, looking down at your shoes as you nibble on your bottom lip. “She had me pinned, and I made a comment about how her tits looked good, and she just... sighed. And dropped the pillow on my face. I don’t know, Jayje. I’m trying so hard to flirt and tease and get her to- oh, I don’t know. Cave? The ice is so incredibly thin, and I think something is going to happen. Soon. I can’t handle being in the same room as her without my brain going ‘oh my god she's so pretty I want her so bad’ like... All. The. Time.”

JJ’s laughing at you, your exaggerated comical retelling of your inner thoughts often makes her and the others laugh. “You’ve got it sooo bad, Y/n.”

"Yo!” A man’s voice hollers. “Y'all were having a pillow fight? And you didn't invite me?" Derek says as he approaches where you and the girls are seated on barstools. 

You roll your eyes, "Alright, who told Morgan?" You lock eyes with Penelope who clamps her lips together and slowly slides her phone back into her purse.

“Invite you? Why, so you can film it?” Emily jokes. The innuendo catches you off guard as you take a sip of your drink, causing you to almost choke.

Derek grins, “Maybe you guys needed a referee?”

You clear your throat and look over at Derek, “For what? To make sure we keep it a fair fight? We’re just hitting each other with fluffy hotel pillows, Morgan.”

“Hey now, trust me. Damage can be done. People can get hurt pretty easily if you’re not careful.” The man says before ordering a couple drinks, probably one for him and one for Reid.

JJ smirks, “Sounds like you have some personal experience.”

Morgan smacks his lips together, “My sister got a concussion because I smacked her so hard she tripped and fell, and BOOM, hit her head on the dresser.”

Penelope gasps, "Derek, how could you!" She exclaims. 

Emily chuckles and takes a sip from her beer, “Yikes, I bet your mom was pissed.”

You look back towards the lobby, "Is Reid coming?"

Derek shakes his head, "Nah, he found some old movie on TV so he's totally engrossed. He says hi, though."

Penelope places a hand over her heart, "Aww, he's so precious." 

A couple minutes later Dave approaches. You all greet the old man enthusiastically. "Hey, the life of the party has finally arrived!" Emily cheers.

Dave smiles and shakes his head, “Please tell me someone has ordered for me already.”

“Got you right here, my man.” Derek says, gesturing to a glass of amber liquid sitting on the bartop.

“Thanks, kid.” Rossi says, grabbing his drink and sipping it slowly. 

You watch as JJ walks over to one of the sofas in the lounge and sits, and Emily follows, calling after her. They both sit, Emily’s hand landing on JJ’s back as they chat with each other. You sigh, taking a few swigs of your beer. You’re too focused on Emily to notice that Penelope is now standing next to you, sipping her vodka soda through the tiny red stir straw that came in the glass. She glances between you and Emily, a huge grin forming on her face.

"Y/n... Y/n? Sugar?” Penelope calls, but it isn’t until she waves her hand over your face that you break your gaze.

“Oh shit, sorry Pen. What’s up?"

"You're staring at her again."

"Who?"

"Our sexy smart brunette over there. How’s that going by the way? The tension between you two is so...” Penelope doesn’t finish her sentence using words and instead wriggles her eyebrows. It makes you laugh.

“I’ve been a lot more bold, I guess, when it comes to flirting with her. Like, earlier? During our pillow fight? I-”

“I know. The boobies. And she told you to shut up. A classic Emily Prentiss deflection.”

“Wait- she told you?” You ask, surprised yet also not surprised at the same time by the fact that Emily told Penelope what had happened. 

Penelope grins and nods, “Yeah! And I’m very proud of you, that was so good!”

“Oh, well-uh... thanks, Garcia.” You say, offering the tech analyst a closed lip smile. “I just... I wish that either of us would finally do it, ya know?

“Like, do it-do it?” Penelope asks, wiggling her brows yet again.

“No! Well, kinda? What I mean is, I want us to finally take that step towards doing something more- towards being something more. I can’t continue to play games with her, Pen. I’m getting too frustrated. And I’m trying so hard to express how much I want her, but she just... she won’t go for it. And I’m starting to think that... maybe she doesn’t want me.”

"Oh trust me, Emily totally wants to jump your bones.”

You scoff, “Yeah? Then why hasn’t she? I’m ready and willing!”

"I know, sunshine.” Penelope pats and rubs your shoulder, the pet name she just used making your chest flutter since it’s your favorite. “But you gotta be patient just a little bit longer. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”

All you can do is sigh, your shoulders slump. “If you say so.”

“A little liquid courage could be just what you two need. Have a couple more drinks- or here, better yet.” Penelope whistles and calls JJ and Emily over. “Ladies! We’re doing shots! Come join us!” The two women make their way over to where you and Penelope are standing at the bar. 

“Can I get in on this too?” Derek asks, following behind Emily and JJ.

“Sure, my sweet sculpted Adonis! What about you, Rossi?” Penelope asks as she looks past Derek at Dave, who is sitting in an armchair across the room. 

He shakes his head, “Nah, shots are for kids.”

“Says the man drinking what is basically a shot of scotch from a whiskey glass.” Emily says.

“Bah, whatever.” The older man grumbles, waving his hand to dismiss Emily’s remark.

---

Later that night, you and Emily stumble into your hotel room, arms linked, both of you have the giggles. 

“So, that was fun, yeah?" She asks, slipping out of your grasp and walking past you into the room.

You nod as the door shuts behind you, you lean back against it. "Maybe too much fun, I'm feelin' pretty... tips-unk."

Emily laughs, "Tips-unk? Is that supposed to be a combination of tipsy and drunk?"

"Yeah!” You say, walking further into the room and towards Emily. “Because I'm more than tipsy, but not, like, drunk yet." You explain as you sit on the edge of your bed and pull off your shoes. You're not paying much attention to your roommate, who is standing and leaning on the small desk in the room, trying to unzip her boots but seems to be having a bit of trouble with one of the zippers.

“Having trouble?” You ask, take a few steps toward Emily.

“Yeah, the stupid thing is caught on the other stupid thing.”

You nod, lowering yourself to kneel on the ground. “Here, let me see.” You fidget with the zipper on Emily’s left boot, trying to get it back on its track in order for it to unzip. You're concentrating on the task at hand, so much so that you don’t notice Emily beginning to strip herself of her sweater. Emily’s hands land on your shoulders, holding herself up. Once you get the zipper unstuck, you go ahead and unzip the other boot for her, then pat her ankles to tell her to slip her feet out. 

She begins unbuckling her belt, right in front of your face, and all you can do is stare dumbly as her long fingers fiddle with the latch and pull the leather strip from the buckle. You look up at her, your lips parted and eyes wide, and by the look on her face, that devilish grin, she totally knows what kind of effect her action has on you. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Emily asks, teasingly.

“I should be asking you the same question.” You tease back.

“You can get up off your knees, you know.” Emily says as she slowly slips her belt out of the loops of her jeans.

“Should I?” You ask, your hands once again landing on her ankles and begin moving up her legs. Once you reach her knees, you’re surprised that she hasn’t stopped you yet. You decide to keep your hand right above her knees, not daring to move them up any further.

Emily wraps her belt around her hand, gathering the strap into a tightly wound circle. “You’re... incorrigible.” She says, her voice sounding lustful and you can’t help but doubt your ears when you hear it. 

“Yeah, but... you can’t deny that you like it.”

“Like what, exactly?”

“Me being on my knees for you.”

Emily places her belt onto the hotel desk before reaching down to pet your hair. You remain still, not sure what she’s going to do, but knowing that whatever she does and however she touches you will be welcomed and accepted. She threads her fingers into your hair, scratching at your scalp, and suddenly she lightly tugs at your roots. It makes you gasp and grip her thighs, your nails digging into the denim fabric of her pants. Your reaction makes her chuckle, but not a lighthearted chuckle, it’s the kind of chuckle that makes you feel extremely nervous and intimidated. Emily Prentiss is plotting something, and she’s clearly enjoying the effect she has on you.

“Stand up, silly girl.” She commands, ruffling your hair before removing her hand from your hair and stepping back, causing you to let go of her legs. 

You hold one of your hands up towards Emily, “Help me up, please.” Emily grabs it and pulls you up, but the level of strength she uses to bring you to your feet so quickly suddenly makes you lightheaded. You stumble forward, colliding into Emily and bumping your chin against her collarbone. “Woah! Sorry, Em!”

“No worries. I got you. Here, sit down.” Emily guides you over to her bed, pushing you to sit down. You fall back and collapse on the mattress, closing your eyes to stop the room from spinning. Emily straddles your hips and begins unbuttoning your cardigan. Her fingers pop open the buttons one by one at an agonizingly slow pace. All you can focus on is how warm the apex of Emily’s thighs are as she remains seated across your lap. Your hands land on the tops of her thighs and they slide up and down, occasionally lightly squeezing Emily’s flesh. You notice that every time you squeeze her thighs, her hips grind down against you, ever so slightly. 

“Emily?” You ask hesitantly, watching her as she pulls open your cardigan and places her hands on your abdomen, right below your breasts which are still covered by the t-shirt you’ve been wearing underneath. You take a deep breath in and your chest rises, and Emily’s hands move down towards the top of your jeans untucking the fabric of your t-shirt and pulling it up your stomach.

“Yes?” Emily asks, her brown eyes finally glancing up to meet yours after concentrating on undressing you. She reaches behind her back, underneath her tank top, and unhooks her bra. One of the straps slides down and Emily manages to pull it down further to slip her arm out, and then pulls the garment through the arm hole on the other side. It gets tossed onto the floor, you hear it land with a soft thump.

“What-uh... what are you doing?” You whisper in the dimly lit room, realizing that your eyes haven’t left her chest since she started removing her bra. There are goosebumps spread across the tops of her breasts and her nipples are poking through the thin fabric of her tank top. Your hands are now on Emily’s waist, extremely tempted to travel further up to touch her chest, but you stop yourself and instead squeeze her sides as your hips buck up against hers.

Emily laughs, grabbing your hands and removing them from her body. “What are you doing?”

You frown, shaking your head. “I asked you first.” Bucking your hips again, you gaze up at Emily, who bites her bottom lip and lets out a breathy moan that she tries to disguise with a halfhearted laugh.

“Tough.” She says, suddenly leaning forward to lay her body on top of yours, her breasts squishing against your own. Her hands pin yours down onto the mattress. You begin to squirm underneath her. She’s playing dirty, and if you had any ounce of strength to hold yourself together you’d confront her on it, you’d push her off of you or at least flip her over. But you don’t. You’re pinned underneath the woman who you’re so desperate for that your entire body feels like it’s on fire when she touches you. When she looks at you the way she is right now: long dark eyelashes fluttering, ruby lips parted, her pink tongue swiping over her bottom lip; you’re completely and pathetically helpless.

“Kiss me.” You command, leaning your head up to try and nuzzle your nose against hers, to try and get as close to her mouth as possible.

One of Emily’s hands lets go of yours and grips your chin, her mouth widening into a grin, the same devilish grin from earlier. “Tell me how badly you want me to kiss you, and I’ll kiss you.”

“I... I...” You groan in frustration, “I can't concentrate when you look at me like that!”

“Then close your eyes.” She whispers, her thumb grazing over your bottom lip. When you try to wrap your lips around it, she pulls it away.

"Emily, I swear to god!” You exclaim, your frustration boiling into anger. With one of your hands now free, you push Emily back and sit up, forcing Emily to climb off of your lap and stand at the edge of the bed. “If you keep playing games with me and teasing me like this, I’m gonna lose my shit! Why? Why do we keep doing this? Flirting and lusting after each other, if you don’t want to finally do something about how much I want you. I. Want. You. And by the way you look at me, how you touch me... I mean, come on Em! You want me too, don’t you? Or else this is getting pretty fucked up, and I’m tired of being this pathetically into you if you don’t-”

“I want you too! I want you, I do! I want to kiss you and touch you and fuck you so incredibly much that it’s all I think about when we’re alone together! I’m crazy about you, Y/n!”

“Yeah? Then come here, so we can finally-” Emily doesn’t wait for you to finish your sentence. She climbs into your lap once more and grabs your face, bringing you into a searing kiss. Your arms wrap around her waist and you hold her close, kissing her back with as much passion as you can muster.

---

“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this.”

“Me too.”

Clothes are taken off and thrown haphazardly around the room, leaving the two of you topless and in your underwear, grinding against each other in Emily’s bed. You’re on top of Emily, riding her thigh as her mouth licks, kisses, and nips at your bare chest. 

“Fuck, that feels so good. You feel so fucking good” You moan out as Emily grips your ass tightly and brings you down to grind harder on her thigh. Her tongue flicks and swipes over your hardened nipple, then she sucks on it hard, making you squeal and tug on her hair.

She pulls away, laughing lightly. "Just wait till I put my mouth on your pussy, and my fingers slip inside you.” Her statement makes you whimper and you begin to desperately hump her thigh. “I can feel how wet you're getting, rubbing on my thigh like that." 

And with that being said, you grab Emily's hand and guide it between your legs. "Do you want to feel how wet I am for you? Do you want to touch me, Emily? Touch me, baby. Please."

Emily’s hand boldly cups your pussy over your underwear, her fingers flexing against your soaked cotton covered folds. “Mmm, you’re fucking ready for me, aren’t you?” She asks, peppering your neck with kisses. All you can do is nod, grinding against her hand. “Then lay down on your back for me, baby.”

You flip onto your back and Emily pulls your underwear down your legs before grabbing a hold of both your knees and pulling your legs apart. Her eyes scan your now completely naked body. “Like what you see?” You ask. You already have small bite marks and hickeys on your chest, and one on your neck that you’re hoping you can hide from the rest of the team with a turtleneck you had packed in your go-bag.

Emily nods, grazing her fingertips from your chest down your stomach, over your hips and down your thighs. You shudder at the contact squirming on your back. You watch Emily as she shifts to lay on her stomach, leaning down to press sloppy open mouth kisses to your hips and inner thighs. “Emily, please.” You buck your hips up and whine.

“I’m taking my time.” She says simply.

You roll your eyes and thread your fingers into her hair, trying to pull her face to where you want it the most. Emily chuckles at your action, and just when you think she’s gonna fight you and continue teasing you, her tongue licks a long stripe over your pussy and her mouth envelopes it. Her lips wrap around your clit and suck, her tongue flicking and lapping it. Your back arches off the bed and your head is thrown back, pressing hard into the pillow under it. The wet slurping sounds coming from Emily eating you out makes your head feel fuzzy. You’re already panting, whimpering, gasping for air. Emily’s mouth is relentless, and her hands wrap around your thighs to keep your legs spread apart. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Emily! How the hell are you so good at this?”

“Better than you thought I’d be?”

“I’ve dreamt about this way too much and I think I’m just so fucking relieved that this isn’t a- ohhh fuck, yes baby, just like that!” The tip of Emily’s tongue is slipping past your folds and sinking into your hole, dabbing in and out. “I want your fingers, I want you inside me so bad. Please Emily, please fuck me!”

“You’re so fucking hot when you beg. Do it more.”

“No. I’m tired of waiting.”

“Oh my goodness, what a little brat you’re being!”

“You’re a goddamn tease!”

“Are you sure about that?” Two of Emily’s fingers suddenly enter you, sliding inside so easily it only takes a second for the entire length of her fingers to be inside you. They curl deeply inside you, rubbing around to find your g-spot. By the reaction you have when she touches a certain spot, you gasping and nodding your head, she repeats her action. “There it is. You like that, honey? Does that feel good?”

“Yes! Yes, yes that feels so- mmm, so good.”

“Good. Good girl.” Emily’s fingers slip in and out of your pussy at a quick rough pace, which absolutely blows your mind and makes your eyes roll back into your head. 

“Oh fuck, oh holy mother of- fuuuck! Emily!” You play with your breasts as Emily fucks you with her fingers, pinching and twisting your nipples, grabbing handfuls of fatty flesh, kneading and squeezing. 

“I wanna make you cum so bad, Y/n. How can I make you cum, baby?”

“Just. Keep. Doing that. But slower. And harder. And I need- I need my clit touched.”

Emily follows your instructions, slowing her fingers yet each thrust being stronger. And she leans back down to press her tongue flat against your clit, using the combination of tongue and lips to lick and suck on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips rock against Emily’s hand, and your throat releases little grunts and groans as you close your eyes and enjoy the overwhelming pleasure you’re feeling.

Pretty soon you’re gripping the fleece blankets of the bed tightly and Emily is giving her all into bringing you to the edge. You look down and watch as the muscles in her shoulders and back flex and shift, admiring the sheen of sweat on her creamy skin. You can’t believe how incredibly sexy this woman is, and you’re incredibly impressed and in awe of her skills in bed. You’re so close to coming, and Emily is doing such an incredible job giving you all the pleasure you can receive. Her pace suddenly quickens, and the pleasure is so overwhelming that you’re about to orgasm in a matter of seconds.

“Oh fuck yes! Yes! Yes! I’m cumming, I’m cummming, I’m cumming- OHHH GODDD.” You grip your breasts and claw at the blankets, letting out a guttural groan as your whole body shudders. A hot tight tension in your abdomen relaxes, and the euphoria flushes over you.

“Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.” That’s all you can say as you try to calm your breathing. Emily crawls up your body, kissing you passionately, her tongue passing your lips and dancing with yours. You can taste yourself, and you moan as you suck on her tongue. It’s your favorite thing to do after a partner eats you out, and by Emily’s reaction, grinding her hips to press her pubic bone against your pussy, you learn that Emily likes it too. 

You graze your nails up and down her back as you both begin to relax in each other’s arms, lazily making out. Emily Prentiss is such a good kisser. Powerful, magical, and hungry.

“That was so fucking hot.” Emily finally says when her mouth disconnects from yours, her nose nuzzling against yours.

“Agreed.” You whisper against her lips. “Do you regret waiting so long?”

Emily laughs, “Honestly? Yeah. We could’ve been doing this weeks ago!”

“What is wrong with us?” You say with a laugh.

“Well for me, it’s the building anticipation. Like... I knew that when we finally fucked, it would be the most desperate and hot fucking we’d ever experience.”

“Are you saying it won’t be like this again?” You ask, pouting your lips. “Because now I have high expectations.”

“Hmmm...” Emily hums, kissing your cheek. “I personally promise to please you however you want. And whenever you want... within reason.”

You grin, “Sounds good to me. But... how can I return the favor?” You ask, your hand slipping between Emily’s thighs.

She moans softly at the contact, closing her eyes and biting down on her bottom lip. When she opens her eyes again, her pupils are blown. “Put in the same amount of effort into fucking me as I do fucking you. Deal?”

You nod your head, “I can most certainly do that.” You push Emily by her shoulders to get off of you, “Now, Prentiss. Get on your back. I’ve been dying to know what you taste like.”

Emily laughs as she lands on her back, immediately pulling you into a kiss. As she kisses and nibbles on your ear, you look out of the corner of your eye at the time the hotel alarm clock is displaying. You and Emily are supposed to be on the jet home in four hours. You decide that you two will probably nap on the ride back to Virginia, and that you’re going to fuck Emily until the sun begins to rise. Because you want to continue kissing, touching, and fucking each other for as long as you’re able. Physical exhaustion be damned.

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“Good morning, my lovelies!” Penelope cheers when you and Emily finally walk into the hotel lobby. You both are so exhausted, and your bodies are sore. But the uncomfortableness is so, so incredibly worth it.

“Hey, PG.” Emily grumbles. She has her arm wrapped around your shoulder as you both shuffle closer towards the team with your go-bags in hand.

JJ grins, “Long night?”

From the looks on the girls’ faces, you come to the understanding that they know just how long of a night you and Emily had.

Emily nods, “Very long night. Couldn’t sleep.”

You smirk and nod, “Right. We’re napping on the plane. Right, Em?”

“Mmmhmm.” Emily hums. 

As you and the rest of the team walk out of the hotel, a cold gust of wind hits you and you shiver. 

“Here, sugar. I got you.” Penelope calls out, wrapping her arms around you as Emily walks further ahead. As soon as Emily’s out of earshot, the tech analyst smacks your shoulder. “Was it worth keeping me and JJ up too?”

You chuckle, looking up towards Emily, who looks back behind her shoulder and winks at you. Your mouth forms into a grin so wide it makes your cheeks hurt. “Definitely. Definitely worth it.”

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I Don't Want To Be Alone Anymore - Emily Prentiss x Fem Reader

Hi friends! This fic is for @sweetprentiss 's birthday bingo, filling spots "it's not as bad as it looks" and "love confession". It's hurt/comfort with a dash of angst, but don't worry there's a happy ending! Hope you enjoy! :)

Description: Set after Minimal Loss (4x3). After Emily comes back to the east coast after being stuck in Utah for two days, she calls to tell you she's okay but confesses she's been hurt. She argues that she doesn't want you to see her, you argue back that she needs to stop pushing you away. When she finally let's you come over to see her, something unexpected happens.

Rating: Explicit, but only because there's a couple F bombs and other curse words. Tw and cw for bodily harm and aftermath of a physical fight, but if you've seen 4x3 you'll know what to expect.

Word count: 4,006 (this is the longest fic I've written so far!!!)

Tagging @ssaagentemilyprentiss @themoontaxi @sweetprentiss @dalexandriag16 @its-soph-xx (if you want to be tagged in my fics lmk by asking and/or filling this form out)

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The melodic tune of your ringtone catches your attention while you're in your car, stopped at a red light. You reach over the center console and dig around in your bag to find your cell phone. With a flick of the wrist the phone flips up and you press it to your ear, holding it between your head and shoulder as you move the steering wheel to make a left turn. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's me," Emily says through the phone.

“Hi baby!" You happily exclaim. You hadn't heard from your girlfriend in two days and were starting to get worried. When Emily is out of state on a case she at least tries to call you once a day, even if it's only for a couple minutes, just so you can hear her voice. That didn't happen this time.

Usually Emily will mirror the tone of your voice, happy to hear your greeting. But she doesn't, she sounds a bit anxious instead. “Sorry to call, I know you’re at work.”

“Oh, that’s okay! I’m actually on my way back to the office now. I had a late lunch. Went to Saggio’s, that Italian place with really good gnocchi soup. You jelly?”

You hear a very small chuckle on the other side of the line, “Very.” 

“Are you still in Utah?” You ask as you attempt to parallel park your car outside your office building. Emily had to travel to Utah for work. She said they were just going to interview some people and gain intel so they could build a stronger case, the details of said case were kept hidden from you for the most part so you only had a very vague idea of what Emily was working on. Before she left, she assured you that she’d be in and out of Utah, but you assumed by Emily's radio silence that her assignment must have gotten more complicated than originally planned.

“No, thank fucking god." Emily says, "We landed back in Virgina about two hours ago.”

“Oh good! How’d it go?"

There's a moment of silence before Emily answers your question. “Well... we were hit with a lot of... unexpected trouble.”

You frown at Emily's response as you shit off the motor and sit back, wanting to wait a few minutes before you have to walk across ice covered pavement to return to work. “Oh no! I’m sorry to hear that, honey.”

“It's..." Emily sighs harshly, "it's alright babe. I just wanted to call so I could hear your voice. I’m sorry I couldn’t call you earlier, I was... tied up. With the case. Had to deal with some really fucked up people who made things so much worse then they should've been. But-um... anyway, I wanted to let you know that I’m okay.”

“Oh... okay.” You say hesitantly. Redflags are beginning to fly around in your brain, your curiosity tempting you to ask Emily what happened over there, because you can tell that something is wrong. “I was worried when you didn’t call, but I just figured you were focussed on work, so I didn’t want to disturb you. But I’m so glad you’re back! Just in time too! I was starting to worry that I’d have to tell my parents you weren’t going to make it... again.” For the past couple weeks you’ve been trying to arrange a time for you and Emily to have dinner with your parents, since you and Emily have been dating for a little over six months and things might be getting a little more serious. Somehow, Emily has managed to get pulled into work at the last minute, causing you to have dinner with your parents alone or not at all, but hopefully the fourth time’s the charm. “I can’t wait to go to dinner tomorrow! I talked to mom this morning and she said, and I quote, ‘I can’t wait to finally meet that gorgeous girlfriend of yours.’ Are you excited or what!” The grin on your face is so large it makes your cheeks hurt. Sadly, it doesn't stay on your face for very long.

“Wow, that’s uh... I’m-uh... I’m really sorry to do this Y/n, but I don’t think I can make it.”

“Again?" You ask, already frustrated because this dinner had already been rescheduled for the third time already. You open your car door and step out, slamming it behind you as you begin making your way towards your office building. "Emily, I thought you didn’t have to work this weekend?”

“I don’t, I still don’t. But I have to stay home and rest for the next couple days.” 

“You have to stay-?" You quickly realize what Emily means. Something happened in Utah. Something bad. "Wait, what happened? Are you hurt?”

The silence on the other side of the line gives the answer away before Emily starts talking, “Yeah... I got roughed up a little. But I’m okay though, I’m okay. I just..." Emily's voice trails off. Your heart is racing, panicked by the idea of Emily getting ‘roughed up’ by anyone. From time to time since you two started dating, Emily has mentioned incidents when she would get hurt out in the field, but it wasn’t something she liked to talk about with you. Even while you’ve been dating, if Emily came home with a couple bumps and bruises, she would tell you to stay away and give her space for a day or two. She claims that she doesn’t want you to deal with the aftermath of a bad case, that she preferred to handle it on her own. You knew it was just Emily’s way of shutting you out, her fear of being vulnerable, her fear of you not being able to handle the bad parts of dating an FBI agent. You hope this time she’ll let you see her, let you be with her as she recovers, but you’re doubtful. And that frustrates you.

You can't help but lose your patience with her. "Just what, Emily? What's going on?"

"Y/n, I don’t want to meet your parents when I... I have a black eye, and a bruised jawbone. And a lot of scratches on my hands and arms.” Emily says, sounding embarrassed.

You stop in your tracks and immediately regret losing your patience, your frustration dissolves and is replaced with shock and concern. “Oh my god, baby! What?!”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine! I'm okay! Calm down!”

You can't calm down. Your eyes are wide in panic, your chest is tight. Even though you’re two feet away from your desk, all you want to do is turn around and walk back to your car so you can rush over to Emily's apartment. You have to see her, you have to see your girlfriend. Your poor bruised girlfriend. “Are you home? Can I come over?”

At this point your coworker who sits across from you is awkwardly glancing at you, trying to figure out why you’re so shaken. You wave to them before sitting in your rolly chair, trying your best to ignore their look of concern. Your only focus is listening to Emily's voice. 

“No, no Y/n. I don’t want you to see me like this. I don’t want you to...” Emily keeps talking, but you stop processing what she says. Mainly because you’ve heard it all before. You’ve heard all of the excuses and defensiveness that come out of her mouth when she’s like this. And you’ve had enough.

“Well, Emily? That’s too fucking bad. I get that you want to protect me from all the big bad scary shit you go through. But if we’re gonna make this relationship work? Then you’re going to have to stop trying to shut me out. You have to stop thinking that I’m gonna take one look at you and be like, ‘Oh, this is too much for me, nevermind’ and leave. You know that’s not what I want to do Emily, you know that all I want to do is be there for you. We’ve been dating for how long now, over half a year? How am I supposed to get used to you coming home to me after getting hurt out in the field if you won’t let me see you? How am I supposed to make this work if you don’t want to let me be there for you, like good girlfriends are supposed to do!”

“But Y/n, I-” Emily tries to argue, but you're not having it.

“No, don’t 'Y/n' me. You don't get to keep hiding yourself away every time you get hurt, Emily. Especially now when I haven't heard from you for two days. Every time you’re gone, I wait for you to come back, and then when you come back you don’t want to see me. It’s bullshit, Emily.” You say defensively. Your co-worker clears their throat, causing you to look up at them with an awkward grimace on your face. They awkwardly grimace back at you. Slightly embarrassed, you sink down into your desk chair.

“I know, I know it’s bullshit, Y/n. But this is what being with me is like. My job takes a toll on me, and when I have bad days, bad weeks, I just- I don't want you to be subjected to that. I just wanna be alone. You have to understand.”

You can't help but roll your eyes at Emily's words. She still doesn't seem to understand that the whole point of being in a relationship is to support each other through the good and the bad. And when it comes to Emily, there’s always gonna be something bad. You try not to blame her for that, you know that she loves working for the FBI, and you’re always so proud of her for kicking criminal ass and protecting innocent people. But it seems to still cause a strain between you two, especially when Emily refuses to let you near her when she’s in physical and mental anguish. 

"Oh I understand, babe. Totally understand. If you really want to be alone, then fine. I’m not gonna stop you. I’ll just tell my parents that they’ll have to give up on trying to meet you because this relationship isn’t going to progress anymore than it has since you don’t want me around.” Tears are building up in your eyes and your chest is so tight you’re struggling to breathe. You know you’re being slightly unreasonable and dramatic, but you don’t care. You need Emily to understand how frustrated and hurt you feel.

Emily sighs heavily, her breath blowing into the receiver and making a loud sound that makes you cringe slightly. "Please, baby. Don’t do this. I’m sorry. I understand you’re upset, I understand why you’re upset with me, but I don't want to fight with you. I've been punched in the face and kicked in the ribs and I’m very very worn out. So please, I'm really sorry... Okay?"

Taking the time to acknowledge that Emily is trying to talk to you despite having gone through something traumatic, you nod and try to center yourself. "I'm... sorry too,” you say begrudgingly. “I'm sorry, I know you're in pain and I'm just making you more upset and that’s totally unfair.” You’re genuinely sorry, and you want Emily to know that you’re not angry at her. You can never truly be angry at her. Frustrated to the point of crying? That’s a different story. “Listen, I just want to see you. I want to make sure you’re okay. Please, Em. Can I come see you after I get off work? Or... do you want to be alone tonight?” You ask, acknowledging that Emily might still want space after whatever she's been through, even though you’re internally begging on your knees that that’s not the case.

“No, no-um... you can come over.” Emily says, “I’d love to see you.”

"Yeah?" Her answer surprises you and makes you feel instantly better about the whole situation. You’re sure Emily is uncomfortable with you seeing her in whatever condition she may be in currently, but this is her trying to prove to you that she wants to let you in, that she does indeed want you around even after a really bad case. This is a tiny but also huge step in the right direction.

"Yeah. I’m sorry for shutting you out, you don’t deserve that. I don’t want you to think that I don’t want to be with you. Because I do, I really do. I really missed you, Y/n." Emily says warmly, the way she says your name makes you melt just a little.

The corner of your mouth perks up , “I missed you too, Em. I’ll see you in a couple hours, okay?”

“Okay. See you soon.” Emily replies.

After you hang up the call and put your phone down on your desk, you glance over at your coworker. They look back at you and shake their head slowly back and forth, “I have no idea what that was about, but if you wanna grab a cup of coffee real quick to spill the tea, I’m down.”

You chuckle and roll your eyes lightheartedly, “No tea needs to be spilled, I’m pretty sure you heard enough anyway.”

They turn back to their computer and nod, “Hmm... fair enough.”

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When Emily first opens the door to greet you, it takes you a couple seconds to recognize her. It nearly brings you to tears as soon as you see the dark colored bruises and the butterfly bandage holding the cut on her chin closed. Her skin looks more pale and pasty than usual. She’s wearing a large hooded sweatshirt and leggings, trying to hide as much of her body from you as possible. You’re not sure what you were expecting to see when Emily told you she was hurt, you thought you had prepared yourself enough on the drive to Emily’s apartment. But after seeing the black eye and the bruising on her jaw and neck, you suddenly realize how wrong you were.

“Can you come inside please? I don’t want anyone else to see me like this.” Emily pleads, her eyes nervously glancing from side to side. You can tell that she’s embarrassed by her appearance.

You quickly snap back to reality, having realized you’ve probably been standing there for a good thirty seconds just staring at her like an idiot. “Oh my god, yes. Sorry. I’m- I’m sorry.” You quickly step inside the apartment and take off your coat. 

Emily smirks, “You have snow in your hair.” She reaches her hand up to your head and ruffles your hair before smoothing it out, combing her long fingers through it. You can’t help but stare at her face, your eyes locked on the blue and purple bruising around her left eye. Emily notices of course and backs away, “It’s- um... it’s not as bad as it looks.”

This is when you finally speak up, “N-not as bad as it looks? Emily, I- Who did this to you?” 

Emily huffs and begins to walk away from you, “I don’t want to talk about it, okay? All you need to know is that the guy who did this to me is dead now and we saved a bunch of people. I did my job.” 

You follow her into the living room, observing the way she’s walking stiffly and with a slight limp. Your mind is racing with a million questions you want to ask, but you know that it’s better if you don’t. Emily sits down on her sofa and holds her head in her hands. You slip your shoes off your feet and approach her slowly, joining her on the sofa. You make sure to leave some space between you two, not wanting to crowd her. You can’t imagine what Emily is feeling, what’s running through her mind. You want to help her so badly but you don’t know how. You don’t know what to say. You’ve never been in this situation before.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so so sorry that this happened to you.” You say, fidgeting with your hands because you’re scared to reach out and touch her. “I know this is a stupid question but... is there anything I can do? To help make you feel better?”

After a few long seconds Emily lifts her head and tilts it to the side to look up at you. You notice the tears right away, which triggers your eyes to tear up as well. She sniffles and wipes her nose with the sleeve of her shirt, “I don’t know. I’m... I’m sorry.”

“No, honey. Please don’t apologize, you don’t have to-”

“No, I need to apologize. I need to tell you this before I lose my nerve, so please, just listen to me.”

You nod your head, crossing your arms over your chest. Emily takes a deep breath in and rubs her palms against the top of her thighs. “Okay. I know that when I’m upset or hurt, I usually just want to be alone. And I tried to pull that crap earlier today, but... I really didn’t want to be alone. I was just really freaked out and letting my insecurities get in the way of us, again. Y/n, I don’t- i don’t want to keep doing that to you. I don’t want to be alone anymore, you know?” Emily's brows furrow as chews on her bottom lip to stop it from quivering, her demeanor changing to show her sudden determination as her tears begin to subside. “I don’t want to keep pushing you away when shit like this happens. I know you just want to be there for me and support me, but I don’t... I don’t know how to let you do that Y/n. I don’t know how to trust that you won’t get scared and run off when things get rough. When not seeing me for days at a time is too hard for you, when seeing me like this is too hard for you.”

You begin to speak, “Emily, I-” But you’re quickly cut off by Emily saying something that you definitely weren't ready to hear.

“I love you.” 

All you can do is stare at her with your mouth agape, eyes wide with surprise. This is the first time those three words have been said out loud. You figured you were going to be the first to say them, coming close a couple times in the past few weeks before stopping yourself out of fear and doubt that Emily wouldn’t say it back. But now here you are, being told that your girlfriend, Miss Emily Prentiss, loves you, for the first time ever.

“What?” You ask, dumbly.

“I love you, Y/n.” Emily repeats, “All I could think about when I was in Utah getting my ass kicked was, ‘Oh my god, if I don’t make it out of this alive, Y/n’s not gonna know that I love her. She’s not gonna know how much I want to be with her for every free moment I have. She’s not gonna know, and she’ll be left alone.’ And that only made me want to do everything in my power to get through that stupid fucking disaster so I could come back to you. Even if that meant you seeing me all scratched up and bruised.” 

Emily scoots closer to you and reaches up to tuck your hair behind your ear, cupping your face and rubbing her thumb across your cheek to wipe away the tears you were unaware you were shedding. “I know being with me isn’t easy, baby. I know my career makes things extremely difficult and stressful for us. I know I make things difficult and stressful for you. And I am so deeply sorry for letting you think I didn’t want to be with you, that I didn’t want you around, that I didn’t care about you and our relationship. Because I do. There are gonna be times like this where I’m gonna get really hurt out there, or you’re not gonna hear from me for more than a day because something bad happened at work. I’m sorry if that scares you, it scares me too. I want you to know that no matter what happens to me, I’m going to try my best to make sure that I don’t leave you alone anymore. I need you to know that I will always want you around. That I want you to be here with me when I’m upset, even when I’m hurt. And I’m going to do better at being there for you when you need me too. Because you matter so much to me, Y/n. I can’t imagine what my life would be like without you in it. I love you so much it scares the hell out of me because I’ve never had a partner like you. I’ve never truly cared about a partner like I care about you."

You’re barely processing Emily’s words because you’re so overwhelmed with conflicting emotions, but you can tell by the way Emily’s eyes are boring into yours that she’s being very serious about how strongly she cares about you. How much she loves you.

“I’m really sorry that I told you that I love you for the first time like this. This probably wasn’t the right time and I-”

“I love you too!” You exclaim to Emily, smiling awkwardly as you try to stop yourself from crying. 

A massive grin grows on Emily's face, her eyelashes flutter. “Yeah?” She asks sheepishly.

“Yeah." You say reassuringly, nodding a lot and mirroring Emily's elated expression. 

You both gaze at each other, reveling in the significance and sweetness of the moment. The impulse to give Emily a big hug and kiss begins to make itself known, but you stop yourself before you make a move. “God damn it Emily, I want to kiss you so bad but I don’t want to hurt you!” 

“Oh come on! Don't worry, I can take it. Come here, kiss me, please!” Emily pleads as she pulls you closer to her face by the collar of your sweatshirt. Your two smiling mouths meet and your whole body relaxes. Any tension that you had in your shoulders, any tightness in your chest, dissipates as Emily's lips move against yours. You wrap your arms carefully around your girlfriend’s chest, making sure not to squeeze her ribs.

Suddenly a thought pops up in your head, a reminder more like. "So. I hate to bring this up right now. But um..." You mumble against your girlfriend's mouth. She begins trailing kisses down your neck so you can continue speaking. "I should probably call my parents and tell them that dinner is-"

"I think we should still go."

"What? Babe, no!" You shake your head, accidentally bumping your jaw into Emily's nose. 

"Ow!" Emily says, her hand shooting up to hold her nose.

"We're not going! Your face is broken!"

"So? I know this dinner has been pushed back more times than you'd like, and I'm sorry about that. Let me make it up to you. Let's do dinner tomorrow. Your parents can come here so we don't have to go out, I'll have Rossi give me a recipe to make. Come on baby, I want to meet the parents of the woman I love. Even if my face isn't as gorgeous as your mom says it is."

You chuckle at Emily's reference to your mom, "Oh my poor baby! You're still gorgeous to me even with your boo boo eye." You coo in Emily's ear before pressing butterfly kisses all over her face. "I appreciate you wanting to do that, Em. We'll talk about it in the morning, okay? Right now, I just want you to keep kissing me."

Emily's lips land on yours once more and she smiles against her mouth before mumbling, "Mmm... fair enough."

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Excited (part 2) - Emily Prentiss x Reader smut

Description: Emily comes home after being away on a case for three days with a surprise for you, inspired by a dream you had told her about the morning she left. It leads to you having a very good evening.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (sex, cursing, dirty talk, etc.)

Word count: 3,540k

This fic is split into 2 parts, this is part 2. You can read part 1 here.

This is my third fic for @sweetprentiss’s Emily Prentiss Birthday Bingo challenge! The prompt is "are you... are you wearing a strap on?" and YES SHE SURE AS HELL IS!!! I’m hoping to complete as many fics for this challenge as I possibly can because Emily deserves 💕ALL THE LOVE💕 so be on the look out for more Emily Prentiss content coming your way!

Special thanks to of course iv @sweetprentiss and ari @arigotssomekinks for the love and support and again I'm so sorry it took me like a month to finish this thing but at least it's done so I can finish all my other wips!

Enjoy! Feel free to like and reblog and comment because I love attention!

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You’re sitting on the couch snacking on raspberries with a book in your hand, but you’ve been rereading the same page for the past fifteen minutes. Your mind is having a hard time absorbing the words since all you can think about is seeing Emily for the first time in three days. She’s been out of state working with the team on a case, and you’ve missed her terribly. The morning of the day Emily left was so memorable that you couldn’t help but replay it in your head while she was away, making you crave her touch. You glance down at your watch to check the time, Emily had called you an hour and a half ago to let you know she was on her way home, so you knew she should be home any minute now. You sigh, dropping your book in your lap as you pop another raspberry in your mouth.

Suddenly you hear the front door open.

“Emily?” You call from the living room.

“Yup.” Emily responds as she tosses her keys and phone on the table by the front door.

You jump up from the sofa and start walking towards your girlfriend. “Welcome home, Em! I missed you so much.”

“Aww I missed you too, y/n. Come here, sweetheart!” Emily holds her arms open and you tackle her in a big hug. You both laugh as you hold each other, swaying back and forth.

“Gimme kiss please, I haven’t kissed you in three days!” You exclaim as you lean your head back towards Emily’s face, puckering your lips. Emily’s immediate response is pressing her lips to yours. She hums contently at the contact, the sound causing vibrations against your mouth.

You tried to pull away to ask her about the case she was working on, to see how the flight back to Quantico was, trying to start any kind of catch-up conversation. But Emily apparently had no interest in speaking as she held you in her arms and kissed you over and over, her hands roaming all over your body and caressing your hips, chest, and neck. You kiss and grab at her body in return, knowing you both were desperate for each other’s touch.

Emily guides you back to the sofa as you both continue kissing, nibbling, biting each other’s lips. The back of your knees hit the edge of the sofa cushions causing you to collapse onto the sofa, Emily hovering over your body as she nuzzles her nose against your cheek.

“I want you naked, right now. Let me see my beautiful girl.” Emily says as she begins stripping you of your t-shirt and yanking off your jeans. She reaches around and unlatches your bra with one hand, tossing it on the floor. Then she hooks her fingers under the waistband of your underwear and slides the garment down your legs before adding it to the pile of your clothes on the ground.

“Wait here, I have a surprise for you.” Emily says before turning away to grab her bag.

“A surprise?” You remain seated, kneeling on the sofa. You watch as your girlfriend disappears down the hall, and your curiosity grows the longer she’s gone.

A couple minutes later you hear her call from the hallway, “Be a good girl and close your eyes.”

You do as you're told, closing your eyes and smiling. You loved it when Emily would return from a long case with surprises for you, whether they were gifts she picked up from the places she traveled, dinner from your favorite restaurant that she grabbed on the way home, or something new to try in the bedroom. By the way Emily has acted so far since she returned home, you assume it’s the latter.

You hear Emily’s footsteps grow closer to you until you sense that she’s once again standing in front of you. Reaching your hands out to touch her, you are disappointed to find that she’s still clothed. “Excuse me ma’am why are you not naked?”

Emily pulls you in by your hips for a kiss and grabs your hand, guiding it to her belt. “Do you feel it?”

“I... feel your belt? Do you want me to-”

Your hand wanders below her belt and you stop as soon as you touch something hard through her slacks. Something that usually isn’t there. You gasp and your eyes widen with surprise, “Emily, are you... are you wearing a strap on?”

She nods, “Yeah I-uh... I picked one up on the way home. I couldn’t stop thinking about that dream you had and how hot that morning was. And every night I was away, I kept replaying the things you said over and over in my head before falling asleep.”

You can’t help but grin widely, “Aww, you really liked it didn’t you?”

Emily nods and cups your face with both hands, “Right now I want you so bad I swear if I actually had a dick it’d be rock-fucking-hard for you. I want to please you in any way you desire, y/n. But, if you want me to take it off, I-”

You shake your head, again pressing your palm against Emily’s bulge, rubbing it through her slacks. “No, please leave it on... I am sooo excited!”

She chuckles, “Me too! I hope you like it.”

“Well can I see it?” You ask as you start undoing her belt, not wanting to wait for permission.

Emily grabs your hands to stop you before you can pull the leather strip through the metal buckle, “Ah ah ah, try again.”

You pout, “Please, Emmy. Can I see it?”

“See what, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“Oh,” you feel a heat start to spread across your cheeks, “I... I want to see your cock. I want to see what it looks like.”

Emily releases your hands, “Good girl, go ahead.”

You finish undoing your girlfriend's belt and unbuttoning her pants, the anticipation making your hands tremble. You grab onto the toy and pull it out. It's marbled black and red silicone and appears to be about 7 inches long. As you run your hand up along the shaft to the head you notice it has a velvety and veiny texture.

"Fuck," you whisper.

Emily grins, “Do you like it, baby?”

All you can do is nod, you're speechless. Emily cups your face and kisses you softly, the passion beginning to build as her tongue slips past your lips. You take her tongue into your mouth, pressing yours against it. You wrap your lips around her tongue and suck lightly, eliciting a moan from Emily as she grips your hips tighter, her short nails digging into your skin.

You push Emily to step back so you may stand from the sofa. You shrug Emily's blazer off her shoulders and start unbuttoning her shirt, spreading apart the two pieces of fabric to either side of her body, exposing the creamy skin of her chest that harshly contrasts with the navy blue silk bra she's wearing.

"You're so beautiful," you say as you press yourself against your girlfriend, leaving open mouth kisses on Emily's chest. You feel the toy Emily bought rub against your thigh, reminding you of the experience that awaits.

"Bedroom. Now." Emily whispers as you step back to meet her gaze.

You nod, stumbling off the sofa and hurrying towards the bedroom, Emily following close behind as she continues stripping herself of her clothes. You hear her shuffling out of her boots, her belt clattering to the floor followed by the rest of her clothes.

Once you’re standing next to the bed you turn around to face Emily, who is now naked with the exception of the leather harness holding the toy in place at the apex of her thighs. The image of her standing before you like that, with her lips parted and her chocolate eyes looking you up and down, sends a shiver through your body. Goosebumps begin to form on your skin and Emily hasn't even touched you yet. Your eyes lock on Emily's cock as she approaches you, the rigid toy bouncing with each step. You can't help but giggle at the sight.

“What are you all giggly about?” Emily asks with a grin.

“This,” you say as you grab Emily’s cock in your hand and tug on it, pulling Emily in close.

You both chuckle before taking a moment of silence to stare into each other’s eyes.

“Thank you, Em.”

“For what, y/n?”

“For this... and for the really good fucking I’m about to receive.”

Emily shakes her head, poking her tongue out to lick her lips, “Oh, don’t thank me now baby, I haven’t even made you cum yet.”

You nibble on your bottom lip, bouncing on your heels, “Mmm, we better get started then.”

You fall back onto the bed and Emily crawls on top of you, using her hands to spread your legs so she can rest between them.

“I’m gonna get you nice and wet for me, baby.” Emily purs in your ear before attacking your neck in sloppy open mouth kisses, niping your skin with every other kiss. Emily’s mouth makes its way down to your chest. She takes one of your nipples in her mouth and softly laps at it with her tongue before sucking on the hardened peak.

Your hands tangle in Emily’s hair, holding her head to your chest. “Harder,” you ask, and Emily obliges, taking your breast in her mouth and sucking harder than before. You throw your head back onto the pillow and groan as Emily continues to lick and suck on your chest, leaving small red hickies all over your chest and trailing down your stomach.

Emily’s head is now between your thighs, her back arched and her ass up in the air. She kisses the insides of your thighs before diving into your pussy, licking a long stripe up your folds before nuzzling her nose into your clit. Her tongue swipes across your clit soft and slow but quickly picks up speed, your hips start to squirm at the sensation.

Her hands press down on your hips, holding you in place. “Be a good girl and stay still for me, can you do that?” Emily commands, looking up at you.

At first you just nod, but Emily needs more than that.

“Use your words, y/n.”

You peer down your body to meet Emily’s gaze, “Yes ma’am.”

Emily nods, approving your response before once again connecting her mouth to your pussy. Her lips and tongue caress your clit and you try your absolute best to keep your hips from moving around too much, but with each flick and kiss you receive, the more pleasure you feel. Your moans grow louder and curse words and compliments are falling out of your mouth.

“Fuck yes baby, just like that. Just like that- ohhh god, please just-” you sharply inhale and squeal as Emily slides a finger into you.

“Play with your chest, I want to make you cum for me.”

You immediately place both hands on your breasts, pinching and twisting and pulling at your nipples, groping and scratching at your pillowy flesh.

Emily’s finger thrusts in and out of your pussy very easily since you’re so wet, and it doesn’t take her very long to add another.

“Oh fuck- Emily!” You gasp out as Emily starts twisting her fingers and hitting the spot deep inside you that makes your muscles begin to tighten up. You tear your hands away from your chest to clutch at the blankets, needing something to hold onto as your orgasm builds. You start to squirm again but Emily wraps her arm around your thigh and presses her forearm down across your hips, her mouth and tongue do not let up one bit.

“Oh shit I’m gonna cum! Em, I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop, please don’t stop! Ohhh goooddd, Emilyyy!” You cry out as your orgasm washes over you, your body flushing with heat as you writhe on the mattress in ecstasy. Emily’s movements slow and eventually seize as you twitch from aftershocks.

Your hands reach for her face, “Kiss me, baby, kiss me,” you beg with a smile as your body begins to relax.

Emily gladly lets you pull her up to be at eye level with you, crashing her lips against yours. You eagerly open your mouth to allow her tongue to enter, moaning as you taste the sweet tang of your own cum.

“Mmmm, that was so good,” you mumble against Emily’s lips. She pulls away to look you in the eyes, admiring your blissed out expression.

“Aww, my sweet girl... let me know when you’re ready for more, because...” Emily begins peppering butterfly kisses to your cheek and around your ear while whispering, “I’m gonna make you feel so good with my cock... you’re gonna love it baby... you deserve all of my devotion tonight... I wanna give you all of me... I want you to feel all of me.”

Emily has such a romantic yet filthy way with words, and her soothing sultry voice just increases the effectiveness of her dirty talk. Despite just having a really good orgasm, your excitement makes the adrenaline pump through your veins, giving your body enough energy to prepare for what’s coming next.

“I’m always ready for you, Em. I’m always ready for more.”

“Awww, good girl. We’re gonna have so much fun, but if you need me to stop just let me know, okay? You gotta use your words.”

“I will, I promise.”

Emily shifts to sit between your legs. She reaches over to grab a small bottle of lube and squeezes a couple drops onto the toy that’s still attached to her groin. Her hand wraps around the shaft of the cock and begins rubbing and coating the toy with the water based liquid. You watch in awe, the motion of Emily’s hand stroking up and down slowly makes your mouth water. Emily realizes how mesmerized you are by her actions and begins to moan, acting as though she’s actually touching herself.

“Do you like what you see, sweetheart?” she asks, biting her bottom lip as she gazes down at you.

You nod, “Yes. It’s so hot watching you play with yourself like that.”

“Is there anything else you want me to do? Anything you want to see?”

You take a moment to ponder what to say, wanting your words to elicit a reaction from Emily that will help turn her on even more than she already is. She loved it when you talked dirty with her, and you wanted nothing more than to give her what she wanted.

“I want you to keep rubbing your cock and tell me how badly you wanna fuck me. You do want to fuck me, don’t you pretty girl?”

Emily moans, a small whimper escapes past her lips. “Yes, yes I want to give you what you want.”

“Aww, how cute. After three days of not being able to touch me, I bet you’re aching for me, just like I’ve been aching for you. I’ve been craving you... I’ve been craving your cock. I want you to slip it inside me and make me whine and beg for you. Do you want that baby? To see me writhing under you as you pump in and out of me?”

You smirk as Emily groans, your words causing her hips to buck up into her hand. She’s biting and tugging on her bottom lip, whimpering and panting as she continues to rub her cock. You decide to take it a step further and start rubbing your clit in soft slow circles, making her watch as you touched yourself. You keep your eyes locked on Emily, who is distracted by your actions. “Talk to me, Emily. Tell me what you want.”

Your girlfriend puffs out a breath of air, her free hand coming up to knead at her breast and tweak her nipple.

“I... fuck- I want to put my cock inside you so bad. You look so pretty with your legs spread and your pussy glistening. I just- god, I want to make you feel good y/n, and I know I can if you let me slide myself inside you. Please, baby. Please let me bury myself inside you. I’m so hard for you it hurts.”

Emily’s words echo in your brain as you lick your lips. You continue to drink in the sight of your girlfriend sitting between your legs with her mouth parted, a slight blush across her cheeks, and her hand still rubbing her cock.

You stop touching yourself and start groping your chest, “Then come here baby, I’m all yours.”

Emily grins widely as she shifts to hover over you, lining her hips up with yours. She presses the head of her cock against you, gliding it up and down the length of your pussy.

“Mmm, that feels really good, but I really want you inside- ohhh fuck”

The tip of her cock pushes against your entrance and slips past your folds. Your hands fly up to cup the back of Emily’s neck, gathering a handful of her hair and gripping it at the roots. Emily groans before chuckling, “Sorry, I-uh, I got really excited. Are you okay?”

You nod, “Yes, more than okay. Keep going, please.”

Emily pushes her hips forward a little more, slowly. You lean up on your elbow to peer down between your bodies to watch the toy disappear inch by inch, occasionally backing out before moving deeper inside you.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, collapsing back onto the mattress as Emily leans on her forearms and presses her body flush against yours. Your hands cup her face to bring her into a passionate kiss as she moves her hips, gently thrusting her cock in and out and building a slow steady rhythm. You can feel the toy sliding against your walls, the veiny texture causing fantastic friction.

“You’re such a good girl for taking my cock, do you like the way it feels?” Emily murmurs against your lips.

“Yes.”

“How do you want me to fuck you, baby? Soft? Fast? Deep?” Emily coos in your ear, licking and sucking on the lobe.

“Faster, please.”

“Mmm, good girl for saying please.” Emily shifts and grabs your leg by the back of your knee, hiking it up to wrap around her hip. Her thrusts grow quicker, each push and pull sending shocks through your body. Your eyes flutter closed as you moan loudly. Emily’s fingertips dig into your thigh as she holds you in place, grunting with every fast deep movement of her hips. The sound of your wet pussy taking Emily’s cock is like music to your ears, you’re so wet for her it’s almost embarrassing.

“Oh you feel so good baby, you’re fucking me so well! Oh god, this feels amazing!” You exclaim. Emily licks a long strip up your neck and sucks on your pulse point.

She pants against your skin, “Come on sweetheart, I wanna make you cum. I wanna feel your walls tighten around my cock and hear you chant my name as I fuck you silly. Come on baby, cum for me.”

Emily picks up the pace and more moans and whimpers escape past your lips. You dig your nails into Emily’s back and she hisses at the pain but doesn’t lose her rhythm. You feel yourself getting closer and in a matter of minutes you’re being thrown over the edge, clutching onto Emily as she presses her cock deeply into you, holding you close as you convulse beneath her. You make sure to keep your eyes focused on Emily, knowing she loves to watch you come undone, her pupils are blown out and her hair is sticking to her forehead, her face donning a huge smile as she pants.

Emily carefully places your leg back down onto the bed and slowly pulls her cock out of your pussy. You wince at the uncomfortable feeling and your expression catches Emily’s attention. “Sorry, my love, did I hurt you?” she asks, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You shake your head, “No, I’m okay,” you say with a smile as you push Emily to lay on her back beside you. You laugh, ‘I’m not gonna lie, that was absolutely mind blowing.”

Emily hums, reaching for your hand and holding it. “Glad you liked it.”

“But did you? Like it?”

Your girlfriend laughs, nodding, “Yes, very much. You looked like you had a really good time, I’m kinda jealous.”

“Aww, well don’t worry Em. You’ll have your turn. Probably not tonight though, I don’t think I have the energy.” You say as you roll over to lay on top of Emily, laying your head on her chest.

“Don’t worry my love, all I care about right now is holding you. I love you,” Emily whispers.

You smile, listen to Emily’s heartbeat as she runs her hand up and down your back, tracing patterns on your skin. You're so glad your girlfriend is home, and even more glad that she decided to surprise you.

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Excited (part 1) - Emily Prentiss x Reader smut

Description: You wake up from a dream about Emily, and Emily wants to hear all about it. It leads to you having a very good morning.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (sex, cursing, dirty talk, etc.)

Word count: 2,063k

This fic is split into 2 parts, this is part 1. A link to part 2 will be added at the end of the fic.

This is my second fic for @sweetprentiss’s Emily Prentiss Birthday Bingo challenge! The prompt is "are you... are you wearing a strap on?" which technically for this part she isn't YET but she sure as hell is in part 2! I’m hoping to complete as many fics for this challenge as I possibly can because Emily deserves 💕ALL THE LOVE💕, so be on the look out for more Emily Prentiss content coming your way!

Thanks to iv @sweetprentiss and ari @arigotssomekinks for the love and support and I'm sorry it took me like a month to finish this thing.

Enjoy! Feel free to like and reblog and comment because I love attention!

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You shift around in bed, opening your eyes slowly to take in your surroundings. It's early morning, the sun barely starting to rise, a hazy blue light shining through the crack between the black out curtains. Emily's alarm clock on the nightstand beside you displays 5:41 AM in bright green numbers.

You turn your head towards Emily who is still asleep, her snoozing body sprawled out on her side of the bed. Her head is resting on her pillow, facing you, her hair a little messy from the tossing and turning she did throughout the night. As you listen to her soft snores, you can’t help but think to yourself ‘God, she’s so precious when she sleeps.’ You snuggle up to her and begin to press soft kisses to your girlfriend’s shoulder.

Emily stirs, “Mmmm, I love good morning kisses.”

You smile against her soft skin, “I had a dream about you this morning.”

Emily’s eyes open, her dark chocolate orbs gazing into yours. She shifts so her body is facing you, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close. “Oh yeah?”

You nod, kissing your girlfriend’s lips softly, the kiss quickly deepening when your tongue glides along her bottom lip. Emily’s tongue immediately brushes against yours, her hand resting on your stomach to gently guide you onto your back.

"Tell me about your dream baby," Emily whispers in your ear before peppering soft kisses down your jaw and neck.

"Well, it was morning, just like now. And I wanted to wake you up by touching you...”

Emily’s hands slip under your tank top and they wander up to your chest.

“I kissed your neck... my hands were on your breasts... softly squeezing...”

Emily continues her assault to your neck, the kisses growing more sloppy as her hand follows along with your words, taking one of your breasts in her palm and squeezing. Her thumb brushes against your nipple, immediately reacting to her touch by hardening to a peak.

“I reached down to touch you... to feel if you were wet for me...”

Emily’s hand once again follows your dream description and moves down your abdomen, sliding into your underwear and cupping your pussy. You can’t help the moan that escapes from your mouth as her fingers flex against you. Your hips shift to grind yourself down, the contact making your brain go blank.

Emily stills, “What else happened, baby? Is there more?”

You nod, “I’m nervous to tell you though...”

Emily begins slowly massaging her fingers against your slick folds, making you release a soft whine. She smirks, “Why are you nervous, my love? What is it?”

You try your best to concentrate on speaking but the way Emily’s slender fingers are working you up causes you to stutter, “Well- uh, there was- mmm, you were..."

"What baby, what was I? Was I wet for you? Wet like how you’re wet for me right now?"

You watch Emily take her hand out from between your legs and proceed to lick and suck your arousal off her fingers. You’re mesmerized, completely forgetting the question she asked.

Emily leans forward and grabs your chin, turning your head to make you look her in the eyes. “Answer me, y/n. Was I wet for you? Tell me, baby.”

You swallow nervously, shaking your head, “You... you were hard."

Emily’s brows raise, eyes widening in surprise. "What do you mean?"

You smile sheepishly, the embarrassment causing heat to spread in your cheeks. Emily presses a sweet kiss to your cheek to encourage you to keep talking.

"Your.. your cock was hard."

Emily chuckles and grins, "I had a cock in your dream, baby?"

You nod, covering your face with your hands. You roll onto your side, your back facing Emily. “I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable! I can’t control my subconscious!”

Emily shakes her head, her hands pull you towards her to lay on your back once again. She pries your hands away from your face.

“Oh no sweetheart, don’t worry! It’s alright, I’m not uncomfortable at all... the opposite actually.”

The look in Emily’s eyes is so lustful it makes you stop breathing. She presses herself against your side, humming contently as her fingertips graze over your stomach.

"Tell me, how did it make you feel?” She whispers, her tongue licking the outer shell of your ear

before nibbling on it, “How did you feel knowing that my cock was hard for you?"

Emily’s hand is now back between your legs, flexing her fingers against your warm wet pussy.

You suck in a breath, nibbling your bottom lip. "Excited."

"Oh? And did you touch it, baby?" Emily’s mouth, teeth, and tongue attack your neck, sucking on your pulse point to make you moan for her.

You nod, "Yes... I liked how it felt in my hand... how you reacted to me touching you like that."

"Hmmm,” Emily hums against your neck, moving further on top of you. She trails open mouth kisses down to your chest, pushing up your tank top to expose your breasts. Her lips connect to one of your nipples, tonguing it and sucking on the peak. All the while her hand is still between your legs, the sound and sensation of Emily touching you makes your pussy grow more wet by the minute and your legs start to tingle. Your hands land on her back, scratching her skin as they travel up her spine and back down again, goosebumps spreading across her skin.

Emily pauses her loving assault to your breast, lifting her head to gaze up at you, “Did anything else happen in your dream, my love?"

You shake your head, "No, I-uh... I woke up before I could..." You trail off as Emily’s mouth connects with your other breast, making you squirm beneath her. She sucks your nipple into her mouth and releases it with a wet ‘pop’.

"Before you could what, baby?" Emily shifts to make more room for her arm as it moves in between your bodies. She presses her fingertips against your entrance, making you moan. You need more, though. Emily has always been so good at teasing you and getting you worked up to the point of you begging for her to get you off, and this time is no different.

You head "Fuck, Em please!” You whine, “I need you so bad, baby!”

Emily chuckles, “And I need you to tell me what you wanted to do in your dream, princess. If you tell me, I’ll give you what you want.”

Her fingertip enters you and you gasp, immediately grinding your hips down to gain more contact. “Oh god, fuck, please!” You reach down to grab Emily’s hand, to push her fingers inside you, but unfortunately Emily slides out and removes her hand, grabbing yours and holding it down against the mattress. You huff and groan, “Oh come on Em, why are you being such a tease?”

“Ah ah ah, I think you’re the one being a tease here, baby. Actually, since you won’t tell me more of what I want to hear, and you’re trying to use your own hand, you’re being quite a little brat right now.”

You whine at the mention of Emily calling you a brat, because as much as you would love to show her how much of a brat you could be, you were desperate for Emily to get you off this morning. “Oh fine! I’ll tell you, just please keep touching me. Please baby, please keep touching me.”

“Mmm, that’s my good girl.” Emily’s hand slips into your underwear and starts rubbing your clit. Cute little whimpers and breathy moans fall from your lips as you enjoy the slow-building pleasure. “So, what else did you want to do in your dream, sweetheart?”

You crimp your lips into a line, closing your eyes as you prepare to tell Emily what she wants to hear, “I... I wanted to keep touching you, rubbing your cock and feeling it twitch against my palm...”

When you open your eyes you watch as Emily bites her bottom lip and her eyes lock on your face. She loves watching you react to her touch, and you’re certain that she is enjoying your words by the pure lust in her dark brown eyes. Emily has always enjoyed dirty talk, and has tried her best to encourage you to talk to her during sex. You aren’t very good at coming up with things on the spot, but this time you feel confident and prepared since your dream has given you inspiration.

“I wanted to put my mouth on it. I wanted to drag my tongue along the shaft and suck on the head...”

Emily groans, her back arching as you slide your hands down to grip her ass.

You smile, licking your lips and gazing up at Emily, “I wanted to watch your muscles flex and your hands grip the sheets as I gave you head. I wanted to be a good girl for you and make you feel so fucking good, Em.”

Emily shifts to sit between your legs, quickly pulling your underwear off and pushing your knees apart. Her eyes glaze over as she sees how wet you are for her, you swear you saw her start to drool before she licked it away with her tongue.

You lean up on your elbows, reaching for Emily’s right hand and guiding it back to your pussy. “I wanted you inside me. I was so wet and willing to take your cock.”

Emily grins and slowly inserts her index finger into you, “Oh what a good girl, I would love to bury my cock into your warm wet pussy.”

Emily’s hand starts moving, slipping in and out so easily and curling against your g-spot. “Are you thinking about it, baby? Are you thinking about how good my cock would feel inside you? Oh, I bet it’d slide in so easily... stretching you with every inch.” She adds another finger, her pace quickening as she leans forward to take one of your nipples in her mouth, sucking harshly. The action makes you squeal and squirm beneath her.

"Fuck, Emily!” You moan, whimpering as you feel your impending orgasm start to build. “Oh god, I wanted to feel how full you'd make me! I wanted you to fuck me with your cock! You always make me feel so good with your mouth and fingers so I know you’d make me feel so fucking good with your cock! Wouldn’t you baby?"

Emily thrusts her fingers deeply into you, her knuckles pressing against your folds. “Yes I would, princess. Oh you’d look so pretty, letting me fuck you like that. Whether you’re on your back or on your knees, I’ll fuck you so good and make you cum on my cock as many times as you want, my pretty girl.”

Emily grabs your chin with her free hand, her thumb swiping over your bottom lip as you whimper. You catch it with your tongue, wrapping your lips around it and sucking. Your eyes roll back into your head as you arch your back. Your orgasm is about to hit you any second, and Emily notices by how your walls are starting to clench around her fingers.

“Cum for me y/n. I wanna watch you fall apart for me. Be a good girl and cum for me, baby.”

And just like that, your muscles tighten up as you dig your nails into Emily’s lower back. You chant Emily’s name over and over as she continues to thrust into you, helping you ride out your orgasm. You’re panting, whimpering, shaking beneath her. Tears leak from your eyes as you come down from your high.

Emily slows her movements, pulling her fingers out of your tight pussy very carefully. She collapses on top of you, immediately pressing kisses to your tear stained cheeks before nuzzling her nose against yours. You turn your head slightly to meet her lips, kissing her deeply. Your mouths and tongues move against each other for what seems like hours before Emily finally pulls away.

“That was hot as fuck.” Emily says, grinning like an idiot.

You giggle, nodding in agreement. “Maybe we should look into investing in a new toy.”

Emily nods, resting her head on your chest, “Oh yeah, we definitely should.”

To be continued... part 2

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In the Kitchen with Penelope - Emily Prentiss x Penelope Garcia

Hi friends! Who wants to read about Emily and Penelope baking together (and flirting and being a tad bit chaotic)?! This takes place around the beginning of Emily being there, like mid-late s2. They be developing crushes on each other!

Written for @sweetprentiss 's birthday bingo: Cooking or Baking Together

Rating: G

Word count: 2065

Tagging @ssaagentemilyprentiss @dalexandriag16 @its-soph-xx @143bc (if you want to be tagged in future fics lmk!)

Enjoy! 💖

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“Emily.” Penelope says, staring at the so-called ingredients Emily had said she bought for the cake they were going to make.

“Yeah?” Emily asks, already knowing that Penelope is disappointed with what she sees.

Penelope gestures towards the kitchen island counter, “That is a cake in a box.”

“Yup!” Emily said confidently. Sitting on top of Emily’s kitchen island is a small blue rectangular box with a stylized photo of a perfectly baked yellow cake with chocolate frosting and a cartoon mascot smiling widely. The ingredients and instructions for the premade cake mix are printed on the back of the box in simple wording with small illustrations to show the steps visually.

Penelope rolls her eyes, “You told me you had cake ingredients!”

“I do! All the dry ingredients are already mixed together and then it calls for water, eggs, and vegetable oil! Which I have!” Emily argues back.

Penelope shakes her head back and forth, “No, no, no! Emily, I came over here because you said you wanted my help making a cake, and THIS is what you need help with? Are you telling me you can’t follow simple back-of-the-box instructions?”

“I don’t want to screw it up! You’ll help me not screw it up!” Emily pleads.

Sure, Emily can bake the cake pretty easily, if she pays attention to measurements and doesn’t forget that she already added something, and if she doesn’t forget to set a timer for the oven. This is why Emily invited Penelope over. The blonde had offered to help Emily if she ever wanted to bake something, since Penelope often bakes sweet treats for the team on holidays and when she hosts little get togethers at her apartment. And to be perfectly honest, Emily would use any excuse she could to spend some quality time with her new friend.

“Emily, how the hell can you-” Penelope begins to ask, but Emily interrupts.

“You must think very highly of me, because I can assure you that I will absolutely mess this up somehow if I tried making this by myself.” It’s true, she could and most likely would if Penelope wasn’t here.

Penelope sighs, “I actually do think very highly of you, Emily. Always have... but now I’m starting to think I shouldn’t.”

“Oh come on, PG!” Emily exclaims. “I’ve always struggled with baking. And cooking, for that matter. I am useless in the kitchen, and it’s literally so... embarrassing.”

“Well... don’t worry, my sweet. A badass intelligent sexy woman like yourself doesn't need to be skilled in the kitchen as long as you’re skilled in... other areas.”

“Ha, tell that to my exes.”

“Oh screw them, they probably didn’t deserve you anyway.”

“Aw, thanks.”

Penelope sighs deeply, grabbing the box of cake mix and putting it away in one of Emily’s cabinets. “Okay, screw this cake mix. Emily Prentiss, I’m going to teach you how to make a cake from scratch!”

“Really?” Emily asks, already doubtful about how well this will go.

“Yes!” Penelope says confidently, “As long as you have all of the ingredients we’ll need.”

“Like what?”

“Well, what goes into a cake?” Penelope asks, quizzing Emily to see if she at least knows the basic ingredients.

Emily taps her chin as she hums in thought. “Hmm... well we still need water, vegetable oil, and eggs, right?” Penelope nods, gesturing for Emily to continue. “Pretty sure we’re gonna need flour, sugar, butter, and... frosting? I bought lots of frosting!”

Admiring how cute the brunette is when she gets excited about the fact that she has plenty of frosting, Penelope smiles and her bottom lip pouts just a little. “Okay, those are very basic cake ingredients. But we’ll also need baking powder, baking soda, some salt, and vanilla extract. Do you have those things?”

Emily nods, “Um, I think so.”

Penelope grins and claps her hands together, “I’m going to search your kitchen.”

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“So, how come you struggle with baking?” Penelope asks as she cracks a couple eggs and dumps the insides into a large mixing bowl.

Emily shrugs, plugging in an electric hand mixer in preparation to mix the cake ingredients together. “I never really learned how. You know, usually a kid is taught how to cook or bake by their mom or their grandma. But, I never had that opportunity.”

Penelope frowns. “Why is that?” She suspects it’s because of how Emily grew up. Living in foreign countries and not being well connected with family. But she still asks, because she genuinely wants to learn more about her new friend, despite knowing the basics of Emily’s life through the personal research she did when the brunette agent first arrived at the BAU.

Two beater attachments click into place before Emily responds, “See, my mother wasn’t much of a kitchen person, and I must admit I was pretty spoiled with private chefs while growing up. Even when I was living on my own in my university days, I could barely make a decent meal for myself. I mostly lived on food that was served at the restaurant I worked at.” Penelope nods, remembering that Emily had once mentioned she was a waitress when she was going to college. Whether that was undergrad or grad school, she’s not sure. Emily continues, “I try to follow recipes, but I somehow always forget something. Whether it’s an ingredient or I leave it in the oven for too long, or I didn’t use the right amount of flour-”

Penelope’s palm lands on top of Emily’s hand that is resting on the counter. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that now, my sweet. Not while I’m here.”

Emily smiles at Penelope’s words and removes her hand, only to place it on top of Penelope’s in return. “Thanks.” She says, gazing into Penelope’s brown eyes with her own. “I really appreciate it.”

Penelope grins and removes her hand from underneath Emily’s and places it back on top, patting the back of the brunette’s hand a few times. “I’m happy to be of service. Now, hand over the mixer so we can put this batter in the pans.”

“No way, I wanna mix it!” Emily says with a grin, holding up the hand mixer like a gun and turning it on for a brief second before turning it off again.

“Woah,” Penelope says giggling before stepping back. “Be careful where you point that thing! Put it in the bowl, missy! In. The. Bowl.”

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“I swear to god Emily if you keep eating the batter there won’t be enough to make the damn cake!” Penelope complains, softly whacking Emily’s hand to stop her from reaching in the mixing bowl for another taste. As soon as Penelope’s hand pulls away, Emily quickly dips her finger into the batter and brings it to her mouth. Penelope scowls, “Emily!”

Emily giggles as she sucks her finger clean, “I’m sorry! It’s just so tasty!” Penelope rolls her eyes, continuing to butter her cake pans. She’s trying hard not to smile, but the corner of her lips begin to betray her. Emily smirks, “I bet it’s so good because you made it with love, huh?”

Penelope purses her lips, “Well, all of my baked goodies are made with love, so this is no exception. It’s also made with uncooked eggs! So stop it! You’re gonna make yourself sick!”

Emily holds the mixing bowl over one of the cake pans, pouring the batter into the round container. “So what? I’ve been through worse than salmonella.”

Penelope frowns, curious as to what Emily meant by that comment. She decides not to ask, despite really wanting to, and instead exclaims, “Emily Prentiss, that is sooo not the point and you know it!” Without thinking too much about it, Penelope brings the spatula she was using to scrape the inside of the bowl and taps Emily’s cheek with it. The batter splatters as it makes contact, leaving droplets on her nose, mouth, and chin as well as her cheek.

Emily’s mouth falls open in shock, immediately bringing her hand up to wipe some of the batter off her cheek. As Penelope cackles, Emily places the mixing bowl down on the counter with a clatter. “Garcia! What the hell!”

Penelope’s laughter subsides into giggles. “I’m sorry but you totally deserved it.”

“I deserve cake batter on my face?”

“Well, since you love eating it so much now you have your own little supply to enjoy while these go in the oven.”

Penelope quickly scrapes the rest of the batter into the second cake pan by herself as Emily swipes her finger across her cheek. Emily stares at the glob of yellow cake batter on the tip of her finger, “I thought you said you wanted me to stop eating the batter.”

“I do. So here, wipe it off.” Penelope tosses Emily a rag, the brunette catching it with one hand.

“But isn’t that a waste of batter?” Emily teases.

“Shut up, you goof. Clean your pretty face.” Penelope teases back.

After Penelope places the two cake pans in the oven, she turns to Emily, who is doing a poor job at removing all of the batter off her face. Penelope shakes her head, “You still have a bit on your cheek.”

“Where?” Emily asks.

Penelope steps closer towards Emily. “There’s a bit on your chin so... here.” She grabs the rag out of Emily’s hands and brings it up to the brunette’s face, gently wiping Emily’s face with the cloth. The women’s eyes lock on each other and they quickly look away, both embarrassed and nervous about being so close together, though neither of them step back. “And...um... here.” Penelope continues, wiping a batter splatter from the corner of Emily’s mouth while trying very hard not to stare at the brunette’s parted lips that look so pretty and soft.

“Am I... um... did you get it all?” Emily asks in a quiet whisper. Penelope’s eyes suddenly widen in surprise, having just returned to reality from daydreaming about what it would be like to kiss her co-worker.

“Yes! Yes, you’re- um... all good! Look at that pretty face!” Penelope says, immediately stepping away from Emily and tossing the dirty dish towel on the counter.

“So, I know you compliment, like, everyone. But I just hope you know how much I appreciate it when you compliment me. I should compliment you more in return.”

“Well, who’s stopping you?” Penelope teases, looking back at Emily with fluttering eyelashes. “Go ahead. I’m all ears.”

“Oh. Um. I-uh...” Emily stutters, heat spreading across her face as she tries to form a coherent thought. “I think you’re really pretty too. Very pretty. And very smart- like, you’re incredibly sharp witted, which really is a big compliment coming from me because I don’t often meet my match. To my wit, that is. Because, you know, I’m... witty, too. I think.”

“You’re really cute when you ramble.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Emily apologizes, the blush finally showing in her cheeks.

“No need to apologize, sugar. You’re totally fine.” Penelope says with a wink.

“How about I open a bottle of wine and we wait in the den till the timer goes off?” Emily suggests.

Penelope gasps, “Trying to get me drunk, Prentiss?”

Emily rolls her eyes playfully, “Red or White?”

“Red. Like that cute shirt you’re wearing.”

Emily chuckles, glancing down at her own shirt. “Oh, thanks! I’ll meet you over there.” The brunette nods her head towards her living room. She watches as Penelope walks out of the kitchen and into Emily’s living room, her chunky heels clunking on the tile before the sound of her steps is muted by the carpet. Emily smiles to herself, admiring how cute the blonde looks even when she’s walking away. Suddenly she shakes her head to rid her brain of an inappropriate thought. She can’t deny that there are several things about her coworker that are extremely attractive: her beauty, her intelligence, her confidence, her charisma. The ability to leave Emily scrambling for words when the blonde opens her mouth and effortlessly flirts.

Now Emily understands what Derek had told her in regards to Penelope, ‘That woman will make you fall in love with her without even trying.’ Because here she is, pouring a glass of wine for the most remarkable woman she has ever met, and falling for Penelope Garcia, just a little.

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Let's Go Home - Emily Prentiss x Reader

Hi friends! Here's a little piece I just finished while at work today. It's been a minute since I've posted so I hope you all enjoy it! I'm working on putting together a tag list form so be on the lookout for that in my pinned post! update: it's up! please check it out in my pinned post or here!

Description: You pick up Emily from the hospital after she gets hurt out in the field. Morgan and Prentiss are the best besties! You and Emily are married! It's cute, I promise!

Rating: G. I don't think there's anything that should be tw but if there is lmk!

Word count: 921

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"Morgan, slow down! You maniac!" Emily shouts as Derek pushes her wheelchair down the hospital walkway. He’s not walking very fast, but his pace isn’t slow either. The man laughs as he slowly swerves Emily left and right, making race car sounds. Emily keeps warning him to knock it off, but you can tell by her megawatt smile and laughter that she is enjoying the ride.

You watch the two agents from outside the double doors of the hospital's main entrance, holding a pair of crutches Emily had tucked away in the hall closet of the apartment. "Oh my god, you two are ridiculous!"

Derek slows Emily's wheelchair to a stop in front of you, "Don't worry, Y/n! She's fine!"

"I have a broken ankle, Morgan. Things could be better." Emily says, rolling her eyes. She’s wearing a boot cast on her left foot. The agent had gotten her foot caught in a booby trap the unsub had set, causing her ankle to be clamped by the mechanism. Thankfully, Derek managed to pry it apart for Emily to pull her foot out, but they knew Emily was hurt badly and had to be sent to the hospital.

You sigh, "Well I agree that things could be better. You could not have a broken ankle and we could've avoided a hospital visit. But hey, at least it's only your ankle, right?" You say, trying to sound optimistic but you can’t help the hint of sarcasm in your tone. It's rare that Emily gets injured out in the field, but when she does, you've learned over the past couple years of being with her that worrying and panicking helps no one. Of course you still worry and panic regardless, but you keep it under wraps much better than when you two first started dating. Right now, you're just relieved that your wife is okay... ish.

Derek holds his hands out for Emily to take, "Alright, princess. Let’s get you out of that chair.” Emily nods, grabbing one of his hands to pull herself out of the chair. She winces as she stands and balances on her right foot before you help tuck the crutches under her arms. "I'll wheel this back inside. You guys go home. I'll check in with you tomorrow, okay? Remember to take it easy and-"

"Don’t walk without crutches, yeah yeah. Morgan, I got this. I’ll be fine. This isn’t my first time, you know.” Your wife says, annoyed.

You smile up at Derek, "Hence why we have a pair of crutches with her initials on them.” The three of you chuckle at the fact that yes, Emily’s crutches have her initials on them. Along with several glitter stickers, courtesy of Penelope. “Trust me D, I'll make sure she gets rest and doesn't do anything dumb." You look pointedly at Emily, who frowns.

“Hey, I’m careful and responsible! I can take care of myself! You of all people should know that, that’s why you married me!” She argues before beginning to walk towards the parking lot. Luckily, you were able to find a spot close enough that it wouldn't be too long of a walk. You want to get Emily home as soon as possible so you can (attempt to) take care of her.

“Yes honey,” you say as you unlock your car. “Your sense of responsibility and independence are great qualities that I admire very much. But those aren’t necessarily the reasons why I married you.”

“Oh yeah?” Emily asks as you open the car door for her. She hands you her crutches and settles herself into the passenger seat.

“Mmhmm, I happen to find you incredibly sexy too.” You notice one of the stickers is about to peel off, so you press it back down before placing the crutches in the back seat. Quickly making your way around the car, you open the driver’s side door and slide into the seat. “Having a hot wife has always been a goal of mine, and you were the perfect candidate.”

You start the car as Emily laughs, “Do you still think I’m sexy-”

You quickly interrupt her before she can finish her sentence. “Yes.”

“But, even with this-” She gestures to her cast, but you quickly interrupt her again.

“Yes, Em. You’re still sexy as hell, even if you have a boot and crutches. I’ll always find you hot, you know that. I mean, if I can still find you sexy after you came home with food poisoning from that new Thai place last year, then you should never doubt my attraction to you.”

Your wife scoffs, “That was the most terrible case of food poisoning I ever had.”

“Oh I know, I was there.” You say with a grin.

“Shut up!” Emily playfully shoves your shoulder before staring at you, her tongue pokes out to lick her lips.

“Why don’t you make me.” You say teasingly. Emily leans over the center console and grabs your face to pull you in for a kiss. You immediately melt at the contact, reminding you that you haven’t kissed your wife in two days since she was out of town for her current case.

The kiss lasts for three long seconds, followed by three little pecks. Emily rests her forehead against yours and your noses brush against each other. “Thank you for coming to get me,” she whispers, “I love you so much.”

You press another kiss to your wife’s lips before replying, “I love you too, Em. Now let’s go home.”

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Chocolate - Emily Prentiss x Reader

Summary: Derek gives reader advice on how to woo Emily, at how you can't go wrong with chocolate.

Rated G this is very short and cute with no explicit language

“Are you sure this is a good idea? I feel like I’m gonna make a fool of myself.”

Derek chuckles and pats your shoulder as you walk into the BAU. “Trust me, y/n. When it comes to getting Miss Emily Prentiss to like you, you can never go wrong with chocolate.” He taps the box of chocolate candy in your hands.

Spencer interjects from behind you. “Yeah, I remember when we were on a case last year and I was talking about the chemicals in your brain that create the feeling of love. She interrupted me to say that chocolate also creates the same chemical reaction, then emphasizing that she loves it.” 

At that moment, Penelope passes by, her eyes lighting up as she notices the box of chocolates. “Oooh, are you gonna share with the- OW!” 

Penelope retracts her hand and shakes it after Derek lightly slaps her wrist. “Not for you baby girl, y/n is trying to woo Prentiss.” 

You start to feel the heat in your cheeks, “Woo? Really Morgan?” 

Derek grins at you as he sits down at his desk. You stand still beside him, staring at the workspace adjacent to Derek. Emily’s desk. With a deep breath, you gently place the box of chocolates down onto Emily’s desk and then quickly make your way to your work station when you see Emily enter the room. You frantically start pulling out papers and opening case files to make it look like you're busy, but in reality you’re watching from afar as Emily walks towards her desk, her work tote over her shoulder and a large cup of coffee in her hand. She’s about to put her bag down when she stops, looking at the candy left on her desk. Emily smiles, immediately looking at Derek.

“Did you-?” Derek shakes his head. He nods in your direction. When Emily looks up, your eyes lock, and you are 100% sure you stop breathing. You wave to her and she looks back at Derek and chuckles. You look back down at the paperwork spread out on your desk. Emily and Derek are now chatting but you can’t hear what they’re saying over how loud your heart is beating. You're assuming the worst, that Emily definitely thinks you are an idiot and the chocolates were a stupid idea. The embarrassment begins to sit heavy in your gut. You shouldn’t have listened to Derek, he’s the one that’s been encouraging you to ‘woo’ her. But it’s Emily Prentiss, you feel like she’s impossible to woo! And you doubt that she’d ever consider dating someone like you.

Suddenly Emily Prentiss is standing next to your desk, clearing her throat to get your attention. You jump at the sound, looking up at the woman before you. 

“Prentiss! Hey, what- uh, how are-”

“Thank you for the chocolates, y/n. They’re delicious.” She smiles, popping a piece in her mouth. She holds the open box out in front of you, offering for you to take one. Noticing that almost half of the chocolates are missing, you smile as you hesitantly take a piece of candy and bite into it, enjoying the sweet taste. 

Emily nods in approval before turning around to walk back to her desk. As you watch her go, you catch Derek smirking at you, giving you a thumbs up after Emily is back at her desk. You roll your eyes, trying not to grin out of the excitement you feel that Derek’s idea was a success. You silently mouth the words “thank you” and Derek winks in return.  

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This is the first fic I've posted on here, there will definitely be more to come! I hope you liked it! 💕

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Just Say Yes - Penemily x reader fluff (platonic)

Description: Penelope and Emily comfort you after a break up. 💔

Rating: G. I don’t think there’s even any cursing in this lol.

Wrote this to be a bit cathartic but I hope you enjoy it! 

This is my 2nd fic I’ve ever posted but don’t worry friends there are going to be plenty more coming your way! I’m making this the first fic I post for @sweetprentiss’s Emily Prentiss Birthday Bingo challenge (yes I know it’s not romantic/definitively sapphic BUT if I do a part two it will be more noticeable I promise 😊)! Plus I’m hoping to complete as many fics for this challenge as I possibly can because Emily deserves 💕ALL THE LOVE💕, so be on the look out for more emily prentiss fics coming your way!

Big thanks to my amazing friends iv 🍭 @sweetprentiss and ari 🧸 @imaslutforemilyprentiss​ for helping me out by encouraging and supporting me and reading this thing before I posted it lol. I love and appreciate you guys so much! 🥰🥰🥰

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As you pull open one of the double doors of the BAU entrance, you can't help but notice that the glass door seems a bit heavier this morning. Probably due to the fact that your body feels weak from running on only 3 hours of sleep. You were tossing and turning all night, your mind wouldn't stop racing.

You had spent a good part of your evening breaking up with your significant other. It was a conversation you had wanted to happen for a while, but sadly she was not very receptive. You two had been having problems on and off for the past year, but things had been getting worse and worse the last couple months. The issues you had were not getting resolved, and you were starting to feel dejected and burnt out. You couldn't help how you felt, and you didn't want things to continue to get worse for either of you. It took several attempts at honest communication and lots of patience since there was a lot of crying, but finally your partner realized that the best thing to do was to just let you go.

The interaction took so much energy out of you that currently all you feel is tired and empty. You almost called your unit chief to tell her you couldn't come in today, but you knew that being alone wasn't the best option. Also, you won't admit it but you'd miss seeing the faces of your fellow team members. Everyone has been so nice and yet also incredibly intimidating as far as their intelligence and experience. You've only been working with them for six months now, and you'd hate for something as inconvenient as your break up to keep you from being there for your team. 

You gulp down the last ounce of your red bull before tossing it in the trash can next to your desk. Your body feels a bit too warm in your jacket so you begin to strip yourself of it, hanging it on the back of your chair. You can hear your heart beating in your ears, the organ pumping quickly. You're not sure if your heart is racing due to the caffeine coursing through your veins, or the anxiety of having to face your coworkers when you know you can't hide how you feel right now. 

“Hey sugar plum, how are you doin’ this fine Monday morning?”

You look up from your desk to see Penelope, the team's tech analyst, standing next to your chair. As soon as you lock eyes with her, you watch the smile disappear from her face.

“Oh honey... no offense but you look positively dreadful!”

You nervously crimp your lips together, eyes shifting to the ground to take in the image of Penelope's shiny purple pumps. “Yeah, I uh... I had a rough night.”

A shiver runs through your body as you sense the AC kick in and push cold air throughout the bullpen. You decide to slip your arms back into your jacket, pulling it snugly around your shoulders. 

Penelope pouts, “What happened to make my little miss newbie lose her sparkle?”

You can’t help but smile at Penelope’s sweet words, but the tightness in your chest makes it disappear rather quickly. “Um... can we talk about it in the bat cave?” You suggest to the blonde woman as the need for privacy to talk about this raw subject becomes a necessity. You didn’t want to cry in the middle of the bullpen.

“Absolutely, please follow me!” Penelope offers her hand out for you to take before guiding you towards her office.

Once you two arrive at Penelope’s office, she shuts the door behind you. 

“Alright peanut, have a seat. Tell Penelope what happened.” The blonde woman plops down in her cushioned wheely chair, patting the seat of a neighboring chair.

You roll the empty chair closer towards you to sit down. You take a deep breath, trying to figure out how to talk about the break up without letting your emotions flood out. But you can’t help the tears that start to well up in your eyes when you begin to speak, “So um... my partner and I broke up last night.”

“Oh no!” Penelope’s hands fly up to her cheeks, her lips parted and brows furrowed. “Oh y/n, sweetheart I am so sorry! I know you’ve mentioned you two had been having trouble the past couple months, but it’s still sad when a relationship has to end.”

“Yeah...” You clench your jaw, feeling a heat starting to spread across your face as you try to remain calm while you prepare to explain what happened. This isn’t the first time you’ve confided in Penelope. She is the one person on the team you feel closest to, the tech analyst is just so friendly and you can’t help but gravitate towards her bright happy demeanor like a bug to a light. Despite your nerves about opening up to your fellow teammates, Penelope always manages to make you feel safe to share things about yourself. Especially things that are causing you grief. Sadly you can’t help but wish that you felt that way with your partner... well, your ex partner now.

“So what happened? Spill the tea, girlfriend! I mean, only if you want to because you totally don’t have to if you don’t want to. Only if you’re comfortable! Though you did say you wanted to talk about it so I guess you are but-”

“Garcia, calm down! I’ll tell you, but I need you to be patient with me. It’s all so... fresh. You’re right. It’s sad that our relationship ended. But... it needed to happen.”

Penelope nods, “I am ready to listen whenever you are ready to talk about it.”

You take a deep breath before parting your lips to speak. “So, I tried yet again to communicate with her about how unhappy I’ve been and why. I wasn’t trying to be condescending or mean in bringing things up again, I just felt like I wasn’t being heard when we had talked about things before. Of course, she didn’t take it well and acted like I was being unfair and inconsiderate of her feelings. But the truth is that I’ve always been considerate of her feelings, way too much in fact.”

Penelope’s head tilts to the side, “How so?”

You shift in your chair, crossing your legs and fidgeting with your hands. “Well, in the past when I tried to communicate with her about if I was upset about something she said or did, she would get so upset and make it about her.” The tears start gathering in your eyes, a couple of them falling and landing on your cheeks. “She’d spiral and take things so hard, saying things like ‘you’re right, I can do better, I’m a bad girlfriend, I’m a bad person’ which made me feel terrible for even saying anything so I’d push my feelings aside in order to help her feel better.”

Penelope shakes her head back and forth, “But you shouldn’t have had to do that, y/n! You shouldn’t have to make yourself small just so your partner could be comfortable! Because that means your hurt feelings never got taken care of... you never got taken care of because you had to take care of her. And that’s not fair at all!”

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door before it opens. Emily Prentiss, your unit chief, peeks her head into the room.

“Hey Pen, have you seen...” Emily’s voice trails off when she sees you. You quickly wipe your tears away with the sleeve of your jacket, sniffling to clear your runny nose.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Emily asks, stepping into the room and softly closing the door behind her.

You shake your head, shifting in your chair to stand, "Nothing Prentiss, I'm-"

"Oh no no no! You remain seated young lady! You are not allowed to hide your feelings from the boss lady just because she's the boss lady!" Penelope wags her finger at you before pointing up at Emily.

You glance up at the older brunette, who walks further into the room to stand next to Penelope. Your eyes flick back to the tech analyst, sighing heavily before slumping back into your chair. While crimping your lips together you cross your arms and look at Penelope with a silent plea to tell Emily instead of you having to say it once more. Thankfully, she gets the hint.

“Y/n and her partner broke up last night... it didn’t go well.”

"Oh..." Emily's brows furrow as she nibbles on her bottom lip, her eyes glancing down to the floor briefly before reconnecting them with yours. "I’m sorry to hear that.”

Emily leans back against Penelope’s desk, placing her hand on the blonde’s shoulder. “What do you need? How can we help?”

You shake your head, “I don’t know. What’s done is done, you know? I just... I have all of these feelings that haven’t been properly dealt with for years. I have so much frustration built up after not getting my needs met and feeling like what I wanted didn’t matter... and I don't know how to alleviate it.” 

Emily nods, “I understand. We are here for you, y/n. If you need anything, even if it’s just a listening ear-”

“Or a shoulder to cry on!” Penelope interrupts, “We are here for you.”

You smile, wiping more tears from your cheeks. “Thank you guys... I really appreciate it. I’m sorry to dump this on you-”

“Oh no no no, don’t you start that missy! You are not burdening or inconveniencing us with your problems.”

Emily nods, stepping closer to you. “We care about you, y/l/n. Please believe that. I know I’m your boss, but I trust that you know how much you matter to me and the rest of the team.”

You gasp softly, genuinely being shocked by the brunette’s statement. “I... I matter to you guys?”

Emily and Penelope exchange a look, eyes glancing back and forth between you and each other before Emily speaks, “Well of course you do! You may be new to the team, but you’ve been a great help to this unit. I’m very proud of you and grateful for your dedication and assistance.”

Penelope chimes in, “Absolutely! I am also very proud of you and super happy that you’re here! You’re a good person, my sweet. You have sunshine energy! And it makes me so sad to see you like this. All cloudy and less... shiny.”

You nod, “Trust me, I wish I was less cloudy. But it is what it is. I’ll be okay.”

Penelope nods, a silence falling over the three of you for a moment before Penelope dramatically gasps and flaps her hands. It causes both you and Emily to jump slightly.

“Oh oh oh! How about the three of us go out tonight and focus on helping you feel better! Maybe we can figure out some ways to relieve you of all your pent up angsty feelings! Ways that involve drinks with salt on the rim and tiny umbrellas!”

Emily grins, “I think that’s a great idea, Pen! Come on y/n, what do you say?”

"Oh, uh, you guys are too nice... but I don’t think-"

"No buts! Just say yes!”

You bite your bottom lip in contemplation. A fun night out with two gorgeous women you work with/for? Sounds like it’s just what you need to distract yourself and hopefully release all the stress and anxiety you have over the break up. You watch as Penelope and Emily stare at you with excited expressions. You lick your lips before grinning up at your fellow agents, “Okay! Let’s do it!”

Penelope squeals in delight before jumping out of her chair and enveloping you in a warm hug. “OMG I’m so excited! We haven’t had a proper girls night with you yet,, and now we’re doing it! Oh this is going to be so much fun!”

You laugh as you hug Penelope back, reveling in the physical contact. Penelope peers her head back towards Emily, “Get in here Em, y/l/n deserves more hug power!”

Emily chuckles before walking towards you and Penelope, wrapping her arms around you both. You are now enveloped in warmth and the sweet scents of their perfumes fill your nostrils. The tension in your shoulders melts away as you allow yourself to relax in their arms.

Emily pulls away after a couple seconds and pats Penelope on the shoulder, “You gotta let her go honey, I need you both to get back to work.”

Penelope groans, “But she’s so huggable I don’t wanna let her go!”

You can't help the giggle that escapes your lips as Penelope squeezes a bit harder, finding the blonde's action quite endearing.

Emily chuckles, “Garcia, you’re gonna suffocate the poor girl and we can’t lose any more agents! We need her!”

All three of you laugh with each other for a moment before Penelope reluctantly lets you go and steps back.

You smile, “Thanks again you guys. I feel so much better now.”

Emily nods her head, “Good! Now let’s get through the rest of the day so we can have some fun tonight!”

Penelope straightens her posture and clicks her heels together, “Yes ma’am, right away ma’am!”

Emily holds the door open for you and as you get ready to exit the office you feel her hand touch the small of your back, guiding you out. Penelope follows behind you both, stopping at the doorway to watch as you and Emily walk side by side down the hallway. “Bye my loves! See you later! Don’t work too hard!”

Emily gently pats and rubs your shoulder before you part ways, “I’ll check on you later, okay?”

You nod, “Thanks Prentiss.” 

You walk back to your desk as you watch the unit chief ascend up the stairs to her office. The sadness you felt earlier has now been soothed and replaced with excitement for being with Penelope and Emily for a whole night of fun.

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Thanks for taking the time to read! Hope you liked it! 

Please like/reblog! I truly appreciate any notes I can get lol! 😁

Also let me know if anyone is interested in a part 2 because I’ll definitely try to make it happen if you want it (and it’ll be less platonic, currently thinking about how I’d want to introduce the romantic/sapphic vibes into the story 👀)!

Till next time, my friends! ✌

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Just Say Yes (part 2) - Penemily x Fem Reader fluff

Description: Takes place months after part 1, and you've become really good friends with Penelope and Emily. So much so that find yourself falling for the couple and you're confused whether the couple sees you as just their friend or if they're interested in something more???

Rating: G. I don’t think there’s even any cursing in this lol BUT THERE IS KISSY KISSY AT THE END

Word count: 4076k

Wrote this part 2 because I promised iv I would, lol. I'm sorry it's taken soooo long. For @sweetprentiss’s Emily Prentiss Birthday Bingo challenge! Thanks to all my friends who read this and thought it was good because I rewrote it like five times...

Enjoy!

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Tonight was yet another girls night at Emily’s, and you had taken a lot of jello shots with Penelope and drank a glass or two (okay maybe it was three) of wine with Emily. JJ and Tara were there as well, and you all were having a blast gossiping and joking around with each other.

Penelope was hanging all over you, complimenting you and flirting with you as she usually did. Only this time, the blonde was very forward and bordering on dirty talk as she would lean in close and whisper in your ear, almost challenging you to say something as equally flirty and dirty back. You chalked it up to the woman being sloshed, but you couldn’t ignore the effect her words had on you. Emily’s eyes were on you whenever this happened, almost as if she was waiting to see how you would react. You feared it was jealousy, that Penelope shouldn’t be talking to you like this at all and it was meant for Emily only. But the more you caught the brunette looking at you, the more you realized that her expression wasn’t one of concern, but of admiration and... lust?

You couldn’t believe your eyes and ears, you couldn’t trust yourself when it came to your feelings about how your friends have been treating you. It made you feel awkward, yet you couldn’t deny the excitement you felt in your chest when you received a look or a touch from Penelope and/or Emily. The two women are driving you crazy with this game they’re playing, if it is even a game to them at all.

At around 9 o’clock JJ and Tara left, leaving you and Penelope home with Emily. You were a bit too intoxicated to drive home, so Emily offered to let you stay the night. Of course, you couldn’t turn her down, and Penelope was excited about having a sleepover with her “two favorite girls”. But as you lie awake on the daybed in Emily’s second bedroom that’s been turned into her home office, all you can think about is the couple and how they’ve been treating you.

All of the mixed signals and testing of limits has been driving you crazy. You need to know where you stand, what they want from you. You don’t want to intrude or involve yourself in something that isn’t meant for you. You don’t want to assume that they know what they’re doing to you, how they’re making you feel. Because if their intentions are what you think they are, if they see you as more than just a co-worker/friend, then how will that affect things? And what if you confront them and ask them and your assumption is wrong? You’ll probably lose their friendship, or worse, you’ll lose your job.

“It’s too risky, why would they be doing this to me if they didn’t mean it?” You think to yourself as you roll over onto your side. You grab your phone to check the time, it’s almost three in the morning. You’re having such a hard time falling asleep because your brain won’t shut up about Penelope and Emily. “All of the compliments, all of the teasing looks... how in the hell is that ‘just friend’ behavior? I’m a profiler for god’s sake, they can’t be acting like this on accident. And it’s not like it’s just one of them, which would be incredibly frowned upon, I’m getting weird vibes from BOTH of them! I need to know what the hell is going on, because I don’t appreciate being played with like this. I need to know what they want from me. I need to know... I need to know.”

You fling the covers off your body and stand up, stretching out your back before walking out of the room. You walk around the dark empty house and you can hear the sound of Penelope’s snores coming from Emily’s bedroom. You chuckle, wondering how Emily can sleep in peace with Penelope in her bed. Stepping into the kitchen, you decide to make yourself a snack. You peek in Emily’s cabinets, finding ingredients to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

As you begin to prepare your snack, you fail to notice the sound of footsteps approaching you.

“Hey, you,” the woman speaks.

“Ahh!” You yelp, startled by the sound of Emily’s voice. You look up, holding the knife you just used to cut your PB & J in half and taking in the image of Emily standing at the entryway of the kitchen. Your shoulders relax and you gently place the knife back down on the kitchen counter.

“Oh, hey Emily,” you say, rubbing the back of your neck in embarrassment.

Emily winces, gripping her empty water glass tighter in her hands. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” She enters the kitchen and walks over to the refrigerator, opening the freezer door and grabbing a couple ice cubes. They clink as they hit the glass.

You take a bite of your 3 am snack. “It’s all good,” you say as you chew. “What are you doing up?”

Emily takes her filtered water pitcher out of the fridge and fills up her glass, “Came for more water, you?”

You swallow thickly, “Couldn’t sleep, wanted a snack, so I made a PB & J. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, not at all, please help yourself." The unit chief takes a sip of her cold water before speaking again, "I’m sorry, you're having trouble sleeping, I know the day bed in the office isn’t very comfortable.”

“No, the daybed is- um...” you trail off, making the decision to lie and leave out how stiff your muscles were from sleeping on the thin spring mattress, "... yeah, it's totally fine. Very comfy.”

Emily laughs, the beautiful sound bouncing off the walls of her kitchen and into your ears, “Well, I know that's a lie, so, I have a proposal. Why don't you come sleep in my bed with me and Penelope? We can make room for you.”

“Yeah, I know. Penelope already tried to drag me from the daybed earlier. But... wouldn’t it be kind of awkward?” You ask, chewing on another piece of your PB & J.

The brunette woman takes a sip from her glass as she approaches you, licking her lips, “How so?”

"Well if I go lay down with you and Penelope, I’d kinda be like a third wheel to a couple in their own bed," you state as your gaze locks on Emily's face. You rub your lips together, "Are you sure that’s something you and Penelope are okay with?”

Emily stills, her body leaning on the kitchen counter across from you. “I think the more important question is are you okay with that?”

You blink hard, taken aback by your friend/boss's response. “I don’t know... I’m honestly a little confused, Em.”

The woman in front of you frowns, “About what, y/n?”

You look down at your sock covered feet. There are crumbs from eating the first half of your sandwich sprinkled around your toes. You're trying to calm your mind so you can communicate clearly with Emily because the feelings you've been dealing with are so confusing and you hope that maybe she can shed some light on how she and her girlfriend feel about you.

“Well, I know you and Garcia are together, and I love and respect your relationship. You two are so good together... but...” you trail off, unsure about how you want to approach the subject of your suspicion. You know that it's something you need to talk about now since you've been thinking about the couple and their attempts at being more than friendly with you all night long.

“But what, y/n?” Emily asks, her left brow arching up and her arms crossing in front of her chest. Her tone is soft and nonthreatening, but her stance reminds you of when she's in BAU Unit Chief mode. It makes you feel intimidated and small, but you straighten your posture and look her in the eyes.

“So, you and Garcia have been such good friends to me, especially since my relationship ended a couple months ago. I used to only really talk to Penelope because, well, she’s Penelope, but now that I’ve gotten the chance to know you better, ya know, outside of work, I feel like I can be honest with you without being worried if I’ll be fired or something. Getting to see you and Garcia act as a couple is so cute, and I’m not gonna lie, sometimes I get a little jealous. And when you and Penelope are showing me similar affection that you usually save for each other, it makes me feel... like I’m receiving something that isn’t meant for me. Like I’m intruding on something that I shouldn’t be a part of. And it’s even more confusing when you both tell me that you love having me around, that you really care about me, and especially when you ask me if I want to sleep in your bed. I’m not sure what the lines are here, Emily, or what your expectations are. But I need to know if you and Penelope are... if I’m...”

“I think I get what you’re saying, y/n.”

“What are you guys talking about in here? Is it moi?” Penelope asks as she shuffles into the kitchen, her sleep mask positioned like a headband as she sleepily smiles at you and Emily.

You sit up on the counter and swing your legs while Emily fidgets with her fingers. You both exchange nervous glances before you clear your throat to speak, “Uhhh... well, Emily and I were just talking about how instead of sleeping on the daybed, I could-”

Penelope gasps, her eyes widening in delight, “You’re finally gonna come sleep with us?!”

You shrug, pressing your lips together before responding, “I don’t know, I’m not sure if I-”

“No no no, I don’t wanna hear ‘I like sleeping on the couch’ or ‘I don’t want to intrude’ from you anymore! Just say yes, please! Come cuddle with us! You can be in between us like a y/n sandwich! It’d be so cute!” The blonde woman’s eyes travel and she spots the abandoned half of your 3 am snack. “Oooh, speaking of a sandwich, hello there!”

Penelope picks up the other half of your PB & J and takes a bite. The blonde smiles at you as she happily chews, but she slows her jaw movements when she notices the tension in the room. “What’s going on here, my lovelies?”

Emily sighs, “Pen, y/n wants to know what our intentions are with her.”

Penelope swallows, her mood suddenly changes as she puts the sandwich back down on the counter. She meets your gaze, “How so?”

“Um... I need to know what this is. I’ve been feeling like you two see me as... part of your relationship.”

“Well of course you’re part of our relationship! You’re our best friend, you’re important to us. Plus, I don’t think we’d let anyone else in our bed. Except maybe Derek, but that was back before he found Savannah and-”

Emily interrupts, “I think y/n is trying to ask us if we see her less as just a close friend, and more as a... third partner. Is that right, sweetheart?” Emily’s eyes are boring into you as she speaks, she can probably sense how nervous you are. You know that the brunette calling you ‘sweetheart’ is supposed to be calm and reassure you that there’s no need to worry, but it makes you feel worse.

You glance between Emily and Penelope, who are standing across from you. Penelope’s head is leaning against Emily’s and their hands are clasped together. Embarrassment creeps its way into your chest making it tighten. You find it hard to breathe. You find it hard to even move a muscle as you watch the two women give each other knowing looks that at this very moment you can’t interpret. You’re scared now. You regret questioning their kindness towards you, and misinterpreting what the two women are wanting from you. Things have been so good and you’ve felt so loved that the only explanation you could think of was that they loved you more than friends should.

Your face is getting hot and tears are beginning to build in your eyes. You shake your head and force out a chuckle, trying to downplay your feelings. “I feel really dumb right now- um... can we just forget this? I’m-uh... I shouldn’t have-”

“Well...” Penelope starts, stepping away from Emily to be closer to you, “you’re not, like, entirely wrong I guess.”

Both you and Emily snap your heads up to look at Penelope.

“What do you mean?” You ask hesitantly.

The blonde woman looks over at Emily, “Is it okay if I tell her?”

Emily smiles, “Of course, babe.”

“Okay so, I know it’s inappropriate since you just got out of a relationship, but I will admit that I’ve kinda had a crush on you ever since you joined the team. It was like how I felt about Emily when she first joined. I was so impressed and fascinated by you, it kinda scared me. See, I’ve never been the type to only love one person. Everyone I care about has a special place in my heart. Emily of course is a little different because-”

“Only a little?” Emily teases, causing Penelope to roll her eyes endearingly.

“Okay, Emily is a lot different because she’s taken up a much bigger deeper part of my heart. We’ve been through so much together over the past decade, and I wouldn’t trust or feel safe with anyone else the way I do when it comes to Emily. And I love her so much that I’d do anything for her. That’s why we’re partners, that’s why she’s the second most important person in my life.”

“Yup,” the brunette chimes in, “Chocolate Thunder will always be number 1. And I’ve learned to accept it.”

You smile at the mention of Derek Morgan, who had left the BAU not very long before you joined. Penelope had told you many stories about the handsome and badass man who always had a soft spot for her. You had even briefly met him and his son on video chat when Penelope was very adamant to introduce you one night.

“Anywho, I was talking to Emily about you because she knows I develop crushes on people even though I am in love with her and never want to leave her for anyone else. When I first told her about how I felt a similar tug in my soul when you first came on board, she got a little jealous.”

Emily scoffs, “I was not jealous!”

“You totally were, my love. You felt threatened, remember?”

You frown, you never wanted to upset Emily so hearing this makes you tense up. “Is that true, Em?”

The unit chief shrugs, “What can I say, I’m kinda possessive.” Penelope rubs Emily’s back in slow circles, causing the woman to sigh, “But, I respect Penelope, and love her with all my heart. I never want to do anything to lose her, so I am unlearning that behavior and accepting that my girlfriend has crushes on other people. People like you. Once I got to know you better, I realized why you’re so crush-worthy. You’re a very charming person, and you have this energy about you that is very welcoming. You’re kind, loyal, smart, and witty. Not to mention what a powerhouse you are in and out of the field. You’re a great communicator, which is probably one of the main reasons I hired you. But, I’m taking myself out of boss mode and I hope you believe me when I say that I admire you in all aspects. You’re strong, courageous, and just like Penelope you care so much for people. And may I say that your ex was really stupid to let someone like you waste your time and energy when they wouldn’t give the same in return.”

Penelope piggybacks off of Emily’s last statement, “Yes, we’re so glad that you’re replenishing your energy and that we are helping you feel better. I appreciate how despite the hurt and emptiness you still feel, you’re trusting me and Emily and opening up to us. I know that things have been a little overwhelming for you at times, like how affectionate we have been with you, but we just really wanted to make sure you knew that we care about you and you deserve to feel happy because I think you’re phenomenal and exciting and my heart does backflips whenever I make you smile. Plus, you’re really cute. Like seriously, who can resist this face!”

Penelope cups your face to accentuate her point, you laugh as she turns your head towards Emily who is nibbling on her bottom lip and nodding. The blonde removes her hand from your face and steps back, “Emily and I both have joked about inviting you to join us for a threeway, which I now realize is a very inappropriate thing to say at the moment, but it led to us having serious chats about you, and how we feel about you. Which brings me to your question, y/n. You want to know if we want you to be a third partner in our relationship, right?”

You nod, you’ve been waiting for an answer all night. Though in reality, you’ve been waiting for an answer for weeks.

Penelope continues, “Before we answer, I want to know if that is something you want or if it’s something you don’t. Because we never meant to make you feel uncomfortable, if that’s how you feel.” The tech analyst's voice is hoarse as she whispers, tears are building up in her eyes. She's probably just as nervous as you are. You relax your shoulders and reach out for her hand to hold. Penelope smiles, instantly placing her palm in yours. You squeeze her hand as you speak.

“I’m not uncomfortable, Penny. I just need to know if that’s what this is. If you and Emily are actually considering being in a romantic relationship with me. Because I’m not gonna lie to you, being with you two has been so amazing and I wouldn’t mind trying this out with you if it means I continue to be cared for and supported by the two most strong and amazing and beautiful women I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. But, I don’t want things to get awkward. I don’t want things to get ruined if being involved with you doesn’t work out. Not that I would ever try to hurt you or disrespect you or make you feel unappreciated or whatever. I mean Emily, you’re our unit chief! Doesn’t this concern you, us being together like this?”

Emily sighs heavily, “Well, I think as long as we don’t put a huge amount of pressure onto this, if we let it develop naturally and try not to force anything, then we’ll be okay. And don’t worry about losing your job because of personal reasons like this, it’s up to you if you can handle it or if you need to leave. But, let’s not get into that right now, since right now is only the beginning. I promise to take things slow and be as respectful of you as possible, and so does Penelope. Right, babe?”

Penelope replies, “Absolutely.”

“So what do you say, y/n? Do you..." Emily trails off as she smiles at her girlfriend, "Pen, why don’t you do the honors?”

The technical analyst nods her head, "Sure. Um... y/n? Do you want to be our girlfriend?”

You grin, “Oh man... I can’t believe this is happening. I must be dreaming.”

“Believe it, baby.” Emily says, testing out the pet name she's only called you when she was sloshed off of margaritas. Taking a few steps forward to stand in front of you, she grabs your free hand as Penelope continues to hold the other. “Now use your words and tell us if you want this. Be honest.”

“Oh of course I want this! I want you, I want to be with you! Both of you! My god, you guys, my heart is beating so fast right now. Wow. I was so scared when I first brought it up but now... I just wanna...” You pull your hands away from the couple’s grasp and open your arms up to pull them both in for a hug. “I’m so grateful for you two... I’m so happy!”

Emily hums, “I’m so glad you’re happy, sweetheart. That’s all we want.”

Penelope lifts your hand to her lips and covers it with kisses, “Yeah sugar, I promise we’re gonna make you so happy.”

All three of you are smiling at each other, enjoying the moment, but there’s still a small amount of awkward tension in the air. You're the first to break the silence.

“So, uh... what do we do now?”

Penelope yawns, rubbing her eye, “Well, my new awesome girlfriend, what would you like to do?”

You smile, “I think I’d like to come to bed with my new awesome girlfriends.”

Penelope cheers and shakes her fisted hands, “Yay! Y/n sandwich! Let's go!"

You slide off the counter and land on your socked feet. You hold hands with Penelope as her and Emily guide you towards the bedroom.

You climb into bed with them and they snuggle in close. Your head ends up on Emily’s chest as Penelope spoons you. Sleepy mumbled promises of crepes for breakfast are exchanged before all three of you relax and enjoy the quiet. But you can’t fall asleep just yet, there’s something missing. “Just ask them, say something before they fall asleep!” you thought to yourself.

“Hey Em? Pen? Since we are now girlfriends, don’t you think it’s kinda customary for new girlfriends to get goodnight kisses?"

Emily hums, “I think everyone in this bed deserves kisses.”

“I totally agree!” Penelope says before shifting to sit up. Her sleep mask is over her eyes, which makes you giggle. “Alright, both of you. Come give mama some sugaaa,” Penelope sleepily teases, which makes you giggle even more. You glance over at Emily who is trying to hold in her laughter.

You smirk, “Rock paper scissors to see who goes first?”

Emily chuckles and shakes her head. “Consider this your initiation,” she jokes back.

You lean in close to Penelope's face, nuzzling your nose with hers before planting a couple quick kisses on her cheek and then another finally landing on her lips. Your eyes flutter closed as you melt into the slow kiss. Penelope’s lips are so soft and full, and her hand that is on your arm is so warm against your skin. When she pulls away you instantly miss her touch.

But soon enough Penelope's touch was replaced with Emily's as the brunette begins pulling you close. She also presses a kiss to your cheek, her pointy nose poking your face. Then she hooks her finger under your chin and leans in for a kiss. Emily hums in contentment as she kisses you, the vibrations making you smile against her mouth.

You lay back down to give your girlfriends room to lean over and kiss each other goodnight before they cuddle you close.

“Goodnight, my lovelies.” Penelope whispers, rubbing her cheek against your shoulder.

“Goodnight, Pen.” Emily says before intertwining her fingers with yours, “Goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight...” you say as you close your eyes to attempt to drift off to sleep.

You can’t believe how the night has ended, how this new day is beginning. You’re snuggled in the arms of your two friends... who are now your girlfriends. “My girlfriends... I have girlfriends...” you happily think. This is kinda new territory for you, being involved with a couple. You’re not quite sure how things are going to go, but you assume it won’t be too different from how the women have both been treating you in the past. You just get to have more physical affection, more romantic feelings, more...

You fall asleep with Emily and Penelope on your mind, and despite Penelope’s snoring, you get the best night’s sleep of your life.

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I don't care if you're sick - Emily Prentiss x Penelope Garcia fluff

Description: Emily leaves work early because she isn't feeling well, and Penelope tries to take care of her much to Emily's protest.

Rating: G (I don't think there's any cursing or anything it's just cute and simple)

Word count: 1,526k

This is my fourth fic for @sweetprentiss’s Emily Prentiss Birthday Bingo challenge! The prompt is "i don't care of you're sick" (lol can you tell i'm lazy with titles).

I'm trying to finish all my wips right now so if you'd like to be tagged in upcoming posts or beta read for me let me know! I appreciate all the support I can get!

Enjoy! Feel free to like and reblog and comment because I love attention!

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Penelope’s phone rings, she twirls her sparkly fluff-topped pen in her left hand before pressing it against the speaker button to answer the call. “The oracle is in, how may I assist thee?”

“Garcia...” Despite the voice sounding lower than usual, Penelope recognizes that it’s her coworker and girlfriend, Emily.

“Oh! Hi, my love!” The blonde woman answers as bubbly as ever. She’s always excited to hear Emily’s voice, even when they’re discussing gross, horrific, and depressing case details.

“Hey, I’m-uh...” Emily sniffles and clears her throat, “I’m heading home early.”

Penelope’s brows furrow and her mouth pouts at the sound of her beloved’s tired tone. “Em, honey, are you okay?”

Emily sighs, “I think I’m coming down with something. I woke up this morning not feeling great and it keeps getting worse by the hour.”

“Oh no! You poor thing! Here, I’ll get ready to leave so I can drive you home.”

“No Pen, you don’t have to-” Emily begins to object, but she gets interrupted.

“Emily Elizabeth Prentiss, I do not want you taking the train back to DC when you are feeling sick! Now where are you?” Penelope asks, standing from her chair to collect her belongings in preparation to leave the bat cave.

Emily exhales a puff of air, “I just got to the elevator.”

“Okay! Head down to the parking garage and wait for me, I’ll be down there soon!”

“But Pen, I-”

“No buts! I'll see you in a couple minutes!”

Penelope hangs up the call and rushes out into the hall, strutting towards the bullpen. Her thick platform heels clunk against the floor with every hurried step.

She spots her unit chief, Aaron Hotchner, descending the stairs from his office with his briefcase in hand. She waves her arm to capture Aaron's attention. “Sir! Sir, wait!”

Aaron halts, his brows scrunched together, “What is it, Garcia?”

Penelope slows to stand in front of her boss, holding her finger up to express for Aaron to wait for her to catch her breath from being winded, “Did Emily tell you she was leaving early?”

He nods, “Yes she did, she said she was feeling ill. I told her to go home and rest.”

The technical analyst takes a deep breath, “Okay well, can I drive her home? I just wanna make sure she gets home safe.”

The corner of Aaron’s mouth curls, a micro expression that is not made often. “Yes, that’s fine Garcia. Public transportation would not be wise for her if she’s feeling the way she does. You are dismissed for the day but I’ll call you if I need you to come back in.”

Penelope grins, nodding her head quickly, “Yes Sir, thank you Sir!”

The technical analyst rushes to find Emily in the parking garage, squatting and leaning against the wall next to the elevator. Her nose is red from rubbing it with the sleeve of her jacket and her complexion is pale and pastier than usual. The sight of her girlfriend looking so unwell makes Penelope’s heart ache.

“Oh my beautiful girl, you look awful!” Penelope exclaims as she peers down at the agent.

Emily scoffs, “Thanks babe, I feel awful.”

“Let’s get you into the car, okay? Come here.”

Penelope holds her hands out to pull Emily up to her feet. She wraps her arm around Emily’s waist and guides her over to the blonde’s orange cadillac.

The drive to DC is quiet other than the sound of the wind whipping past the vehicle as it cruises up the interstate. Penelope tried to engage in conversation with her passenger, but soon realized that Emily was not in a talking mood. Once they arrive at Emily’s building and the engine shuts off, Penelope notices that Emily has fallen asleep, her head tilted back against the headrest, mouth parted as she softly snores.

Penelope carefully exits the car, walking around to the passenger side. She places her hand on Emily’s shoulder and softly rubs it. “Wake up my sweet, we’re here.” Emily stirs, gazing up at Penelope with tired eyes.

The car door opens and Emily steps out, holding her hand to her head. “Ugh, my head is pounding,” she groans as she sniffles and clears her throat.

“Well let’s get you inside, my love, and we’ll get some medicine in your system.” Penelope says as she starts walking beside Emily as they approach the building.

Emily stops, leaving Penelope confused as to why the sudden halt, “You don’t have to walk me up, babe. I can take it from here.”

Penelope shakes her head, grabbing Emily’s hand as they begin to make their way towards Emily’s door. “Ohhh no! Nurse Penelope is on duty now, and I’m gonna make sure you’re bundled up and I’ll make you some tea and we’ll-”

“Penny, you’re very sweet, but I’ll be fine.”

Penelope frowns, cupping Emily’s face, “Emily, this is something that I do! This is what good girlfriends do!” Emily proceeds to unlock her door and Penelope follows her in, “Let me take care of you, Em. I wanna stay with you and nurse you back to health!”

Emily tosses her keys on the counter in her kitchen, “But I’m sick, Pen,” she says as she sniffles, “and I don’t want to get you sick.”

“Well I don’t care if you’re sick, I still want to be close to you.” Penelope states as she wraps her arms around Emily from behind and hugs her tight. Emily chuckles before choking on air and coughing. Penelope releases the brunette from her hold and rubs her back, trying to soothe her coughing fit. “Besides, if I get sick then at least we’ll be sick together.”

Emily clears her throat, shrugging her coat off as she walks over towards the sofa in her living room. “But then who will take care of both of us?”

Penelope ponders the question before exclaiming, “Derek!”

Emily scoffs, “Really? You know he won’t come near us right? He’s so paranoid about getting sick.”

“Well he’ll come near me no matter what because I’m his babygirl!”

“And what does that make me?” Emily asks as her eyes roll.

Penelope puts her bag down next to Emily’s coffee table, “Well today you’re MY babygirl. Now sit!”

“Pen I really-”

“Sientete!”

Emily knows she can’t argue with Penelope, no matter how much she tries to convince her girlfriend not to take care of her the agent truly appreciates how much Penelope cares for her. She drops onto the couch, slipping her boots off as Penelope grabs a blanket and spreads it over her.

“Can I make you some tea?” Penelope asks, pressing the back of her hand to Emily’s forehead to check and see if the agent has a fever. Emily’s skin is clammy and really warm, which is not a good sign.

Emily nods her head. The blonde smiles, removing her hand to instead cup Emily’s cheek as she leans down to press a kiss to Emily’s forehead. Emily closes her eyes and hums, leaning into Penelope’s touch.

Penelope reluctantly pulls away, “Alright sweetheart, let me get that started for you, okay?”

Emily nods, pulling the blanket up to her chin as she curls up on the sofa. She shivers, feeling cold yet burning hot at the same time. Emily was frustrated, she hated feeling physically unwell. It made her feel helpless. When Emily was a child, her mother would act so inconvenienced by her daughter’s sickness, often making Emily feel like she had to take care of herself and power through her illness. This has much to do with why she fights Penelope when the blonde so adamantly tries to take care of her and show how much she loves and cares for her. Emily just isn’t used to it, she’s never had a friend and partner quite like Penelope. She admires the woman so much for her unwavering kindness and positivity, and her motivation to help those in need. Even when the person in need is the agent herself.

A few minutes later, Penelope returns from the kitchen with two mugs of tea. One is Emily’s, a dark blue Yale mug with a small chip on the lip, the other mug is obviously Penelope’s since Emily is not the type to own a coffee mug with a large unicorn on the side of the cup.

Penelope hands Emily her mug of tea, “Do you want to cuddle?” she asks as she sits beside the brunette. Emily inhales the steam from her tea before carefully taking a sip of the hot liquid. She looks over at Penelope and nods, reaching forward to place her mug on the coffee table next before scooting closer to her girlfriend who opens her arm up for Emily to snuggle into her side.

“Thank you, Pen.” Emily mumbles after Penelope turns on the TV to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer, a show that both women have been watching together since they first became friends.

“For what, my love?” Penelope asks, pressing a kiss to Emily’s hair.

Emily sniffles and sighs, “For being here.”

Penelope smiles, “Of course Emmy, there’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

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you're welcome, any time - penemily fluff

Description: Emily and Penelope are working together in Pen's office and Penelope gets a cramp in her hand and Emily soothes it because she is a good girlfriend!!!

Rating: G. This is short cute fluff.

Word count: 483

Guess who write some Penemily fluff on her lunch break? IT ME! Please enjoy, my lovelies!

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“Damnit!” Penelope cries out, holding her left hand to her chest.

Emily looks up, “What’s wrong, babe?”

Penelope groans, “My hand keeps cramping up, and it’s very very annoying and inconvenient and stupid!” She shakes her hand out, opening and closing her fist.

Emily rolls her chair over towards her girlfriend, holding out her hands. “Let me see.”

The technical analyst spins around in her chair, “Why? Are you gonna kiss it and make it better? Because honestly Emily, as much as I’d like to believe that your kisses are magic, I just don’t think-”

“Shhh,” Emily hushes softly as she holds Penelope’s hand in hers and begins carefully kneading the flesh of the blonde’s palm. Penelope is silent as she watches Emily touch her so tenderly, the muscles and joints in her hand begin to loosen and relax. Emily wiggles and pulls on each of Penelope’s fingers before guiding them to close into a fist. She holds the closed fist in both hands and guides it to her mouth, blowing warm air on it.

Two pairs of brown eyes gaze at each other, and suddenly Penelope can’t help but smile widely.

“Wow, okay, so it’s apparently not just your kisses that are magic. It’s totally you, in general! You are magical, Emily Prentiss.”

Emily laughs, pressing a couple kisses to Penelope’s hand before returning it to her girlfriend’s lap. “Not nearly as magical as you, Penelope Garcia.” She stands and steps closer to Penelope, leaning down to give a quick kiss to the corner of Penelope’s mouth.

Before Emily can pull away, Penelope grabs the agent by the edge of her blazer. “Um, excuse me ma’am, what kind of kiss is that?”

Emily playfully rolls her eyes, “Babe, we are working. Someone could come in any sec-”

Penelope doesn’t give Emily the chance to finish her sentence before pulling her face into a kiss that makes Emily forget where they are and what they’re supposed to be doing. Hell, Penelope can make Emily forget her own name and what year it is if she really wanted to, she’s just that much of an amazing kisser. But, since they are supposed to be working together to gather information for their current case, the blonde decides to keep the kiss short and sweet.

When Penelope releases her grip on Emily’s blazer and allows the brunette to stand back up, “Thank you for the hand massage, my sweet.”

Emily puffs out a breath of air as she sits back down in her chair, “You’re welcome. Any time. And uh- thank you, for the kiss.”

Penelope can tell by the fluttering of Emily’s lashes, the pink in her cheeks, and how she keeps licking and rubbing her lips together that the agent is definitely going to have a hard time concentrating for at least the next fifteen minutes. Penelope giggles to herself, “You’re welcome. Any time.”

#5rays fics #ngl this is inspired by true events except i didn't have a girlfriend to massage my cramped hand :( #penemily has such a special place in my heart #penemily #penelope garcia x emily prentiss #penemily fanfiction #penemily fluff #penelope garcia #emily prentiss #criminal minds fanfiction

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5rays fics masterlist

guess who is finally putting together a masterlist of fics (it me!)

Chocolate - CM - emily prentiss x reader fluff - rated G - 600 words

Just Say Yes! part 1 and part 2 CM- emily prentiss x penelope garcia x reader fluff - rated T - 2363 words

Excited part 1 and part 2 - CM - emily prentiss x reader smut - rated E - part 1 is 2063 words and part 2 is 3540 words

I don't care if you're sick - CM - emily prentiss x penelope garcia fluff - rated G- 1526 words

When You Hold Me, It's Unlike Any Other - CM - emily prentiss x reader fluff - rated G - 804 words

you're welcome, any time - CM - emily prentiss x penelope garcia fluff - rated G - 483 words

Let's Go Home - CM - emily prentiss x reader fluff - rated G - 922 words

I Dont Want To Be Alone Anymore - emily prentiss x reader hurt/comfort - rated E - 4,006 words

In the kitchen with Penelope - emily prentiss x penelope garcia fluff - rated G - 2,965 words

Definitely Worth It - emily prentiss x reader smut - rated E - 5,580 words

more coming soon...

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5rays's tumblr goals for 2022

hey there friends! 💕 i hope you all are doing okay and trying your best to survive the holiday season! i just have a couple things i'd like to share with you before 2021 ends!

for those who don't know, this year has been my first year back on tumblr since like... 2017? and i have had such a great time getting involved in new fandoms (criminal minds my beloved) and reconnecting with old fandoms (pitch perfect my beloved)!

i've met so many wonderful people this year through tumblr, most of whom i barely talk to and just admire from afar BUT that will (hopefully) change in 2022! one of my goals for 2022 is to reach out to my moots and favorite blogs more often because you all deserve to know that i, along with others i'm sure, are very grateful for your existence and what you bring to the world! (plus i need to make more friends so this will hopefully get me in the door with some cool amazing moots lol) also, my asks and dms are ALWAYS open so feel free to drop by and say hi or ask a question or send me a pic of your pets or whatever! and to those of you who are shy, i promise i am like sooo nice okay? you don't have to be afraid! 😊

another thing i started doing this year was actually posting my fanfics for people to read and enjoy and i am soooo amazed and humbled by the attention i've received for my work! 💖 thanks to those who have been waiting patiently for more fics, i have SEVERAL (like at least 30 😅) drafts that i am determined to finish and post in 2022 so be on the lookout for many more #5rays fics to come!

anywho, may the end of 2021 be easy quick and painless for everyone and hopefully 2022 won't kick our butts too much (fingers crossed 🤞)! i love and appreciate you and happy holidays! 😁🥳💕

#i'll probably reblog this a couple times today and add it to my pinned post #i'm trying my best to be hopeful for 2022 and i think making these goals will help #and if you like these goals for yourself feel free to reblog and talk in the tags okay?