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“Oh come on, JJ. You’ve only slept with two people?”
JJ’s face flushes an embarrassing shade of pink as she tries to hide her crimson cheeks behind her drink. It’s no use, though, and the two girls across from her seem more than excited for this change of topic.
Hotch had given the team a rare Friday night off, with the promises of not being called back in until Monday unless they were given an emergency case. JJ had been more than content to stay in and watch reruns of The Bachelor while catching up on long-lost sleep, but as soon as Garcia had gotten word of their weekend off, she’d practically dragged JJ to Emily’s desk, insisting that the three of them go out to get, in her words, “absolutely shitfaced”.
So far, it was working.
They’d all gone out before. Even when it wasn’t the entire team, JJ would often find herself at Garcia’s apartment, drinking cheap wine and watching old movies. She considered Garcia to be one of the few real friends she had. Of course, when Emily Prentiss had joined the BAU, Garcia had welcomed her to girls nights with open arms. It had taken a little bit of prying from the normally somewhat reserved older woman, but JJ had watched Emily open right up after a few drinks.
(JJ had been out with Emily alone one time. That night, Garcia had left early to pick Morgan up from a date-gone-wrong. JJ had been one drink away from blurting out something stupid, like “I-have-a-huge-dorky-crush-on-you,” while Emily had been cool and collected as ever, smoothly paying their tab and offering JJ a ride home before the younger girl could make a fool of herself.)
She’d known Garcia for three years, now; and Emily Prentiss for just a mere six months, but in those six months, fiery, hidden feelings had blossomed. JJ was positive they were one-sided, so she did her best to stay quiet and be a good, supportive “friend”, watching Emily get approached when they went out, secretly enjoying the way she so easily shut her hopeful suitors down. Something about Emily made her seem sapphic, but JJ still had no solid proof. Maybe it was the way she sat, legs spread slightly open, like she was channeling her seventh-grader inner tomboy. Maybe it was her low rise dress pants, hanging off lanky hips, giving her a youthful, boyish charm. Maybe it was the way she would casually hold doors open for JJ as they navigated the halls of the BAU, or maybe it was the way her eyes would flicker down JJ’s shirt just a second too long whenever they got this wasted.
Maybe, it was just JJ getting her hopes up.
Whatever.
Either way, it was one thing for Garcia to call her out for her lack of sexual experience. It was another thing entirely for Garcia to do it in front of Emily Prentiss- someone who JJ assumed had no issues with lack of experience herself.
“Penelope,” JJ scoffed, cheeks still burning as she took a sip, her eyes darting around the small round table they’d crammed themselves at in the corner of the bar. “Not so loud.”
“What’s wrong, sweet cheeks?” Garcia giggled, her eyes glassy, and JJ could tell she’d had one too many cosmos for the night. “I mean, you told me yourself. One long-term boyfriend, and then a casual hook-up, right?”
“Yeah, sweet cheeks.” Emily’s lips twitched into a daring grin as she repeated the pet name Garcia had so creatively bestowed on JJ, and the liaison’s breath caught in her throat as she heard the words roll off Emily’s tongue. “What’s the matter, now? Slim pickings?”
“I do just fine, thank you very much,” JJ finds it within herself to retort, playfully leaning over and slapping Emily’s shoulder. Emily doesn’t flinch, not even as a joke, just maintains that same chilling eye contact as she takes a sip of her own drink.
“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” Emily smirks, and JJ swears her eyes flicker down her shirt again- she’s not crazy, they did!
(If JJ had worn her lowest-cut tanktop specifically for this reason, well, at least it had worked in her favor.)
“JJ told me all about him. Both of them,” Garcia explains to Emily, and JJ takes the opportunity to slam the rest of her drink. She’s going to need about five more to get through this conversation with the direction it’s taken.
Brushing her bangs off her forehead, Emily smirks again, her eyes darting between JJ and Garcia. “Please, do tell.”
“Well, she dated the first one- Mark? Matt? Doesn’t matter- in high school,” Penelope explains excitedly as JJ waves the waiter over, lifting her empty glass desperately. “She said it took her a year to finally come.”
“That’s a damn shame,” Emily grins, directed straight at JJ this time, and the blonde starts to wonder if she’s just really drunk, really snarky, or if she’s flirting with her.
“Ugh. Isn’t it?” Garcia’s nose scrunches up. “Men. All they care about is themselves sometimes.”
“Tell me about it,” JJ laughs weakly, her gaze lingering on Emily’s hands, so casually wrapped around the crystal glass. She’s so delicate yet firm with each movement, each sip of her drink. JJ’s watched those same deft hands handle a multitude of weapons, expertly load magazines, rifle through piles of paperwork, and still carefully pour her a cup of coffee, every morning, bringing it to her office without spilling a drop. She doesn’t think any of Emily’s lovers would have to suffer her same fate of not having enough attention bestowed upon them in bed.
“What about you, Em?” Garcia chirps, her attention shifting to the brunette, still nursing her third drink of the night. “Something tells me you’d be a handful.”
“More or less.” Emily smiles again- that damn smug smile, and takes a sip. “I’m not one to brag about marks in my bedpost, though. I’ve always preferred quality over quantity.”
“What’s quality to you, then?” JJ finds herself asking before she can resist, and she’s surprised when Emily’s eyes gleam, like she’d been baiting her all along, and JJ had just fallen into her trap.
“Someone who’s not afraid of what they want,” Emily replies back without missing a beat, and JJ’s heart skips when she notices how Emily says “someone” instead of “he,” or “him”, or “a man”. Emily’s never mentioned a boyfriend, never a girlfriend, either, and all this does is continue to get JJ’s hopes up. She knows she’s probably setting herself up for disaster. She’s too drunk to care, now.
“Ooooh,” Garcia giggles, narrowing her eyes at the two girls, completely missing the tension filling the air between them. “Tall, dark and handsome? I love a man who knows what he wants.”
Emily shrugs, sets her glass down. “I don’t know. I’ve always had a thing for blondes.”
“Really? I never would have pegged you for that, Em,” Garcia purrs, and JJ clenches her thighs together. Stop thinking about it Stop thinking about it Stop thinking about it-
“I need another drink,” Garcia sighs dramatically, seemingly bored with the topic. “Jayj, you want another?”
“Uh, yeah,” JJ nods, smiling halfheartedly. As Garcia gets up to head over to the bar, JJ tugs at her shirt awkwardly, pushing a strand of hair between her ear. She can feel Emily’s eyes on her, like she’s the center of attention.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Emily says slowly, breaking JJ from her thoughts. “Garcia’s just joking.”
“I know.” JJ pauses. She’s not really sure if that’s true. “What do you mean by quality, Em?”
Emily shrugs. “What I said earlier.”
“Mhm. Besides blonde,” JJ clarifies, her finger tracing the rim of her drink, and she feels giddy when she realizes she’s caught Emily’s eye, the brunette chewing on her bottom lip as her eyes focus on JJ’s fingers.
“Blonde is good,” Emily clears her throat, that same damned grin spreading over her face. She leans in closer, even though it’s just the two of them, and JJ feels herself gravitate towards the older woman. “Quality blonde, though.”
“Right. Quality. But you haven’t explained that, yet,” JJ presses, elbows on the table, resting her chin on her hand as she stares at Emily. She knows full well what she’s doing and she’s too drunk to care. If Emily makes fun of her tomorrow morning for giving her flirty, puppy dog eyes and batting her eyelashes, so be it.
“You know, JJ,” Emily begins, resting her own forearms on the table, fingers dangerously close to JJ’s. “Some of the best experiences I’ve had have been with the most innocent looking blondes. Kind of like yourself.”
JJ swears her heart skips a beat, and her hand trembles as she tries to casually take a drink. “Like me?” She squeaks, her voice much meeker than she’d like it to be, and she knows Emily notices, because her grin widens.
“Sure. Young, inexperienced girls who are so used to guys who don’t know what they’re doing. Who don’t know how to make them feel good,” Emily tells her so matter-of-factly that from a distance, it looks like she’s just sharing details of a new case. JJ’s mind is running circles, spinning around the fact that Emily Prentiss just admitted she sleeps with girls, and girls that look like her-
“You know something, Jennifer?” Emily asks her, and JJ shakes her head way too quickly because she’s way too invested already, and doesn’t really care about looking stupid anymore. “It’s a lot easier to come when someone is pinning you down and telling you that you can’t without permission.”
If JJ hadn’t been soaked before, she was now. Physically, she can’t stop her lips from falling open. She wants to blame it on the alcohol, knows in the back of her mind she should stop this conversation now. Emily could just be teasing her, sharing stories like Garcia does about her lovers. But this felt like so much more than that. JJ swears she can see Emily staring right through her, like she’s imagining JJ pinned to her bed asking to come.
“That’s- I’ve never tried that,” JJ stammered, because she can’t think of anything else to say. Way to go, JJ. Now you’ve really impressed her.
Emily shrugs, setting her drink down, her hands lingering a little too close to JJ’s. “Doesn’t matter. There’s so much more out there than just plain old missionary sex that lasts thirty seconds, JJ,” she drawls. “Trust me. Just wait until someone’s got you in handcuffs for the first time.”
“Handcuffs?” JJ splurts, again, because the images flashing through her mind are insane. She’s fantasized about Emily quite a bit. She’d never admit that handcuffs may or may not have popped up in more than a few of them, and if she’d came with her own fingers on her clit, panting Emily’s name… well, no one but herself needed to know the details.
“Come on. You’re a federal agent and you’ve never broken out the cuffs?” Emily raises an eyebrow at her, and JJ hates how sexy it looks- her damned high cheekbones, sharp jawline… she looked like a wet dream come true, and JJ found herself growing frustrated.
When JJ shakes her head, eyes glassy, Emily just chuckles and continues. “There’s a lot you’re missing out on. Lots of girls like it rough. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I’m not-” JJ pauses, and she’s not sure if she wants to say she’s not ashamed or she’s not most girls. Emily can read her confusion- damn profilers.
“Just because you haven’t had it rough doesn’t mean you don’t like it rough,” Emily corrects her with a glint in her eye. “This job can be a lot to handle. You’ve got a lot on your plate. Sometimes it’s nice to give up control,” she shrugs, leaning back in her seat as Garcia comes back into her line of sight.
“Oooh, JJ! You are so blushing,” Garcia gushes, completely oblivious to what she’s just interrupted as she places their third round on the table. “What did I miss? Did someone come over here?”
JJ feels her cheeks burn as Emily shifts in her seat, gratefully accepting the drink from Garcia. “No, Pen,” Emily chuckles. “Just prying about her love life. That’s all.”
“Well, maybe she’ll tell you more than she’ll tell me,” Garcia scoffs. “JJ, you need to get laid.”
“Yeah, JJ,” Emily repeats, and JJ can’t help but catch her eye as she does. “You really do.”
Her tone is laced with something that isn’t quite sarcasm- maybe she’s taunting her? Whatever it is, JJ can already imagine rushing home tonight into her bedroom, shutting the door and her eyes and letting her mind replay that same sentence from the brunette agent as she makes herself come. She stiffens at the thought.
She’s so enthralled in what Emily had just said, she doesn’t even notice Garcia looking curiously between the two of them.
They fly out to rural Texas at the beginning of the week for a new case. As terrible as it sounds, JJ knows she’s supposed to focus on the family, on the local police, but she can’t stop thinking about Emily. Emily’s decided to shed her blazer in the Texas heat, and she’s been strutting around the precinct all day in a tight red tanktop and black cargos. Sweat clusters on her chest, showcasing her lean muscle and just a hint of cleavage. JJ’s eyes are practically glued to her arms, watching each move of her bicep flex as she writes on the whiteboard, watching how her gun sways on her hip with each step. She looks like walking sex, and all JJ can hear, over and over again, is Emily’s drunken words at the bar Friday night.
“It’s a lot easier to come when someone is pinning you down and telling you that you can’t without permission.”
“Just because you haven’t had it rough doesn’t mean you don’t like it rough.”
“Wait until someone’s got you in handcuffs for the first time.”
JJ would never admit it, but she’d gone home that night, horny and frustrated, and searched up porn like a teenage boy. She’d typed in “rough lesbian sex” and “lesbian sex handcuffed”. When she’d stumbled on a video with a brunette and blonde, she’d watched it and imagined Emily doing those dirty things to her.
(It had taken her all of two minutes to reach a climax. She wonders how much quicker it would have been with Emily.)
Now, ever since that damned conversation in the bar, Emily was all she could think about. It was true, after all. JJ hadn’t had many sexual experiences, and the ones she had were very… vanilla.
The more she learned about Emily Prentiss, the more she wanted to open up to her. Everywhere.
So, that evening when they arrived at the hotel, it was both a blessing and a curse that they only had three rooms to split between the six of them. It wasn’t anything completely out of the ordinary, they’d bunked together before on cases with limited available rooms.
The only noteworthy thing that happened was that they were sharing not only the room, but the king sized bed in the middle of it, too. At that point, they were so tired, neither one of them said a word, just collapsed on the mattress, happy for somewhere to rest.
Emily had passed out in minutes. She’d stripped out of her work clothes, thrown on a pair of shorts and a college t-shirt, sprawled on her back and before JJ knew it, her heavy breathing filled the quiet room.
It had taken JJ much longer to fall asleep. As Emily shifted in her own sleep, she pushed into JJ a little, an elbow pressing into her side, a knee tapping her own thigh. It was just enough contact to drive JJ wild.
If JJ was being honest, she’d stayed up one, two, then three hours after Emily had gone to bed, laying quietly next to her, eyes wide open. She had far too much on her mind to pass out instantly like her counterpart had. Part of her had been hoping Emily would make a move. She was always so bold, so daring, it was right up her alley.
But, she hadn’t. JJ wasn’t sure if it was out of respect or exhaustion. Either way, she couldn’t pretend like she wasn’t disappointed, fantasizing about the things they could be doing in that very bed as she drifted off herself, watching the rise and fall of Emily’s chest as she slept.
They finish the case the next day, and JJ is almost sad that they caught their unsub so soon, knowing she doesn’t get to spend another day in bed with the sexy brunette.
Seven days later, it’s Friday night again and this time, Garcia has a date. JJ had wished her good luck and committed herself to finally catching up on her reality tv reruns and some much needed sleep. Her mind, however, felt three worlds away as she tried to focus on the remainder of her paperwork so she could get out of her office at a somewhat-decent hour.
She rubbed her temples, resting her head on her desk for a moment. Since that night last week at the bar, Emily’s words had been replaying in her head, over and over again, practically torturing her through their case last week. She can still feel the weight of Emily’s body in bed next to her, still remembers staring up at the ceiling, breathing heavily, trying to decide if she wanted this badly enough to wake Emily up and admit it.
She did. Of course she did. She was just scared, so scared, that Emily didn’t feel the same way. Their conversation had been bold and it had given her so much hope. But there was still a very small part of her terrified that if she asked what she wanted, Emily would turn her down.
A knock on the door of her office pulled her right from her thoughts, and directly into the whirlwind that was Emily Prentiss.
“Hey, Jayj. You’re burning the midnight oil,” Emily joked, hanging in the frame of the doorway. She was wearing a simple black long sleeve, tucked into dress pants with that damn off-centered belt, and JJ swallowed hard.
“Just wrapping up this last case,” she offers back with a tight-lipped smile, eyes darting around the room, trying to find something to focus on that wasn’t Emily. Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed to her coworker.
“Is everything okay?” Emily asks softly, treading closer to the blonde liaison, the only thing separating them being JJ’s oak desk. “Look, if I made you uncomfortable last week at the bar, I’m sorry. I was pretty… tipsy,” Emily admits. “You seem a little off, since that.”
It’s cute, JJ muses, how confident Emily is even when she’s unsure of something. She’s not playing with her fingers like JJ does when she’s nervous, she’s not beating around the bush. She confronted the tensions straight on, shoulders straightened, eyes wide.
Emily liked girls who knew what they wanted, JJ remembered, biting down on her lip impatiently.
“No,” she blurts, wishing she was able to keep as composed as Emily. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable.”
Emily nods, raises an eyebrow slightly. Her hands rest gently on JJ’s desk, and she looks like she’s waiting.
“I-” JJ begins, but her words fall short from her lips. She wants so badly to be more confident and outspoken, like the girls Emily likes. She’s struggling to find the right words. Of course Emily can tell, anyways.
“Penelope’s got a date tonight,” Emily begins, tapping her fingers slowly on the edge of JJ’s desk tonight. “Why don’t we grab a drink?”
JJ wants that more than anything. Of course she does. Her core pulses at the thought of being alone with Emily, alone in a bar, listening to her friend say dirty things again, wishing she was at the root of the sentence. But she wants more than to just sit next to Emily, hearing her tell dirty stories. She wants to experience those things, too.
“Emily.” She tries to steady her racing heart, feeling sweat bead on her forehead even in the chilly path of the AC in her office. “About last week.”
Grinning slightly, Emily straightens up, resting her hands in her pockets. JJ can just barely see her dimples, those adorable bangs resting on her forehead, and it drives her crazy. Emily’s smirking, of course she is. Emily knows what she wants. Fuck it.
“I want to try those things. That you were talking about,” JJ says firmly, forcing the words out before she can regret them. It’s all or nothing now.
“What things?” Emily baits her, and JJ feels more frustrated than ever. She’s finally said it- she wants it, now.
“What you said. About girls liking it rough… all of that,” JJ rushes, eyes darting between Emily’s and the door. “I want you to show me.”
“You want me to show you?” Emily clarifies, and just for a second, JJ sees a flash of… something behind Emily’s eyes.
“Yes. You like that, right? Innocent blondes? Just your type,” JJ finally gets out, feeling a flood of relief at finally acknowledging what had happened. She’s throbbing, basically, and doesn’t know what she’d do if Emily said no.
Thankfully, she doesn’t have to find out.
“Come to mine. 8pm. I’ll show you,” Emily promises, that same dark glint back in her eyes, and JJ swallows hard. “If you’re sure.”
“I’m more than sure,” JJ promises, and that seems to seal the deal. Emily sways her hips a little more as she retreats from JJ’s office, and it takes JJ all of three minutes to finish up her pile of paperwork, desperate to make her way to Emily’s. There’s no turning back now.
When JJ knocks on the door of Emily’s apartment at 7:58pm, the thirty seconds Emily takes to come to the door feels like an eternity. JJ had rushed home, showered, shaved, exfoliated, and did everything she could think of doing to make herself seem sexy. She’d picked out a nice, matching bra and panties set, in a light pink color she thought accented her pale skin nicely. It had been a while since she’d worn it. It had been a while since she’d done any of this, JJ thinks, and it felt like a booty call, but she knew with Emily everything meant more than that.
She’d had a drink before she’d left her own house, for liquid courage, JJ told herself. It didn’t do anything to calm her nerves, and if anything, made the throbbing between her own legs unbearable. All she could think about is what Emily was going to do to her. She felt obsessed, similar to the unsubs they spent all week tracking. Finally, JJ felt like she understood what it was like to be willing to do anything for someone, and she hadn’t even touched her, yet.
When Emily opens the door, she’s still clad in her outfit from work that day. She looks a little flushed, herself, like she’d needed some liquid courage too, but she’s still confident as ever as she welcomes JJ in.
The apartment is spacious and roomy. Although JJ had known Emily had come from money, it had never really been a topic of discussion, but JJ can see her upbringing reflected in every aspect of the lofted ceilings, warm pendant lighting and the large, luxurious sectional in the living room. The color tones were classy, neutral and dark, fitting Emily perfectly. There was a bar cart sitting next to the cushy sofa, and as Emily led her to the couch, JJ wondered briefly if Emily had cleaned this up, set the scene, just for her.
“Sit. Let me make you a drink,” Emily insists, and JJ has to bite back a moan when she feels Emily’s firm hand on her lower back, leading her to the sectional. It seems so natural for Emily to lead her like that, but the touch still ignites a flame in her lower belly.
“Thank you,” JJ says awkwardly as she sits on the edge of Emily’s couch, legs crossed primly. She’d opted for a simple pair of jeans and a tank top. As she gazes around Emily’s apartment, eyes on flickering candles and large artwork, she feels underdressed.
Handing the drink to JJ, Emily chuckles at how the younger woman is sitting so nervously on the edge of her sofa. “Jennifer.”
JJ’s eyes pop back to Emily’s, and she clears her throat, waiting.
“Relax. You’re so tense.”
“Oh. Um, sorry,” JJ laughs awkwardly, shifting a few inches back in the sofa and letting her back rest against the plush cushions. “I've never… I’ve never done this before,” she admits, and it’s true. She’s never came over to someone’s apartment expecting sex like this, never prepared herself this way. It’s all so exhilarating, and she’s thankful she has Emily to guide her through it.
“Good,” Emily quips as she pours her own drink, eyes raking over the younger woman on her sofa without a care in the world. Emboldened by how JJ seems to lap up her gaze, her cheeks flushed red, Emily moves to sit next to her, draping one arm over the back of the sofa, just hovering above JJ’s shoulders.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” she begins, letting her fingers casually stroke JJ’s shoulder. She feels the younger woman shiver, and grins. “But we can do everything that you do want to do.”
JJ nods abruptly, startling even herself, and she almost spills her drink. She doesn’t quite know how to initiate this, but she can’t stop herself from staring hungrily at Emily. It feels like everything she’s wanted for so long is finally within reach. She doesn’t know how to approach it, but she can’t hold herself back for much longer, either.
“I really want this,” she admits, setting her half-empty glass down on the coffee table. “I have for a long time.”
That same look flashes over Emily’s eyes, before her signature gleam replaces it. “Me too, Jayj.”
Emily sets her drink down as well, following suit to her younger lover. She sits up, leaning forward and dangerously resting one hand on JJ’s knee. The heat radiates up her thighs and JJ feels tendrils of arousal wrapping around her lower belly, creeping up to her chest.
“Promise me that if it’s too much, or you don’t feel comfortable, you’ll tell me,” Emily insists, her hand drawing circles on JJ’s knee, moving slowly up to her inner thigh, and JJ can’t help but instinctively part her legs. “I need to be sure that you will.”
“I will,” JJ nods, her breath catching in her throat as Emily’s hand continues it’s upward path. “Emily- please. I really, really, want this,” she repeats. “Everything you said… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”
It seems to do the trick, and Emily’s bravado is back, now that she’s assured JJ is okay with what they’re doing. “You have?” She continues to trace her hand up JJ’s leg, resting on her hip now, toying with the button of her jeans. She’s so close yet so far away, and JJ’s heart is pounding.
“Which part?” Emily continues, her hand on JJ’s hip guiding the younger woman to lean back on the sofa, and JJ does without a care in the world. “When I told you it’s so much easier to come when you don’t have permission?”
Emily gets JJ flat on her back on the couch, and with one fluent move, pushes JJ’s knees open, eliciting a gasp from the younger girl. It only fuels her further, and she slowly, fluidly, dips her body in the space between JJ’s legs, hovering over her with a predatory glint in her eyes. “Or was it when I asked if you’d been handcuffed?”
JJ whimpers in a manner that’s so unlike herself typically. It’s all happening so fast. She feels the grounding weight of Emily between her legs, the brunette holding herself up from JJ’s chest, their faces only inches apart. Hesitantly, she reaches up and grabs Emily’s waist, letting her hands gently rest on her sides. She’s never held Emily like this before, only dreamed about it. She can feel tensed muscles underneath her fingertips. The throbbing between her legs only increases.
“You can touch me, Jayj,” Emily husks, the ends of her hair tickling JJ’s neck. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite. Yet,” she adds, and JJ squeezes at Emily’s sides more confidently. She lets her hands rub up and down Emily’s waist, gripping her hips tighter, now. Emily encourages her, pressing her hips down into the younger woman, and JJ whines as she finally feels pressure on her throbbing clit. Eagerly, she wraps her hands around Emily’s lower back, pulling their bodies together.
Finally, Emily leans down and kisses her. JJ isn’t even expecting it when it happens. It’s messy, full of tongue, teeth and unbridled lust. It’s just what JJ needs, and Emily knows it, too. Emily’s a very good kisser, JJ thinks, as she wraps her arms around the brunette’s neck instead, letting herself be pressed further into the sofa. She feels Emily’s teeth nip at her bottom lip and moans instinctively, her mouth slipping open, making way for Emily’s probing tongue. She squirms at the feeling, letting out another breathy little gasp, and one of Emily’s hands come down to grab her ass. Emily’s being much more assertive than expected, gripping JJ’s ass firmly, hiking her leg up to wrap around Emily’s waist, and the pressure at this angle is sending JJ through the roof. She loves how Emily’s digging her fingers into her soft skin, loves how she’s treating her. She feels safe, and so, so excited she can barely breathe, settling for gasping inbetween Emily’s hungry kisses.
“I can practically feel you dripping through these pants,” Emily says flatly, in such a matter-of-fact tone that it sends a chill through JJ’s body. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’ve already ruined your underwear, Jennifer.”
The humiliation of feeling so dirty makes JJ flush again. She imagines this is what it would feel like to have a typical college hookup. Coming over to their apartment, awkwardly knowing they were both there for one thing. With Emily, it felt a little different. It explained why JJ had never wanted a classic hookup before. Her whole body already felt like it was on fire, like she was finally alive. She’d wanted Emily for so long, so quietly, and now that she’d finally said something, now that she was finally here, underneath Emily Prentiss, she felt oddly complete. But, she wanted more.
Bravely, JJ’s fingers gripped the hem of Emily’s t-shirt, pulling up at the soft fabric. With trembling hands, JJ pushed the fabric up to Emily’s ribs, letting her fingers run over the expanse of smooth skin on Emily’s stomach. With the way Emily was holding herself up over JJ on the couch, her muscles were strained, and JJ could feel ripples of lean abs underneath her hungry fingertips.
“Someone’s in a hurry, hmm?” Emily purred, pushing back from JJ and leaning back onto her knees. “You want it off so bad? Take it off me, then.”
Eagerly, JJ sits up a bit, fumbling with the shirt as she pushes it up and over Emily’s head. Her eyes darken at the sight underneath- Emily wasn’t wearing a bra. Instinctively, JJ’s hands shoot to her breasts, reaching up to play with a dark nipple, rolling it between her thumbs. Emily watches as JJ curiously touches her, her eyes hooded and breathing labored. When Emily reaches out suddenly and bats JJ’s hands away, the blonde looks up at her, confused, like a kid who just got their favorite toy taken away.
“I’m supposed to be showing you a good time, Jennifer,” Emily drawls, a smile spreading across her face as she watches JJ’s confusion grow. “I’m touching you tonight. You’ll wait your turn. Get up.”
“Get up?” JJ questions her, and she must’ve been too slow, because now Emily’s off her, standing on the couch next to her, one hand firmly gripping her hair at the base of her neck.
“I think you’ll find this a lot more enjoyable if you do what I tell you the first time I ask,” Emily informs her with a suggestive gleam in her eye. “I wasn’t giving you an option. Stand. Up.”
It’s almost embarrassing how quickly JJ scrambles up from the couch. Emily’s hand is still woven in her long, blonde tresses, and she can’t hide how good the sting feels. She stands before Emily hesitantly, waiting. When Emily’s satisfied with her obedience, she drops JJ’s hair and takes a step back, looking her lover up and down.
“Strip.”
JJ frowns, and she opens her mouth to ask a question before she remembers Emily’s words and thinks better of it. Mustering up confidence she didn’t really have, she grabs her own tanktop, shrugging it over her shoulders and tossing it aside. She hopes Emily appreciates the lacy black bra she’d picked out underneath, and she gets her answer when Emily’s mouth falls open, losing her composure just for a moment.
“Fuck,” Emily hisses under her breath, and JJ watches the muscles in her bicep tense, like she’s trying so hard to keep her hands to herself. Emily takes a step back, takes a seat in the middle of the sofa, legs spread with that same boyish charm she’s always had. “Keep going,” Emily instructs, motioning a hand to her jeans. “Let’s see how well you really follow orders.”
Being on display like this was exhilarating, to say the least. JJ had assumed she’d be insanely self conscious, but the way Emily was looking at her had driven those thoughts out of her mind. She felt a little embarrassed, stripping like this, but it only added to the power play between them. Funny enough, she didn’t mind feeling a little humiliated by Emily’s hand. If anything, it turned her on.
So, she stripped. Hasty fingers made quick work of the button on her jeans, and she graciously shimmied out of them, leaving them on the floor with her tanktop. She stood before Emily, on full display, matching underwear already soaking with want for the older woman. If she had to guess, Emily hadn’t even blinked, yet.
“Come here,” Emily ordered, after letting her eyes rake over JJ’s body for a good moment. Again, JJ obeyed without a second thought, knees coming to rest on either side of Emily’s hips as she straddled her coworker on the sofa. Her center came into contact with the belt buckle of Emily’s jeans and she hissed at the unexpected pressure. This seemed to delight Emily, who gripped her hips firmly, grinding her down and laughing darkly at the moan it elicited from the blonde liaison.
“Maybe this was a mistake, JJ,” Emily baits, gently thrusting her hips up into the blonde, forcing the friction against her aching center. “You’re already making a mess all over my pants and we haven’t even started yet. How are you supposed to take more, huh? Can you take it?”
“I can take it,” JJ quickly confirms, gritting her teeth to try and quiet herself this time when Emily grinds her hips daringly into JJ’s center. The friction was sending her through the roof and Emily’s dirty goading wasn’t helping.
“Hmm, I’m not sure,” Emily continues, slowing the movements of her own hips, keeping both hands placed provocatively on JJ’s hips, rubbing on the swell of her ass. “Why don’t you show me? Ride me, just like this,” she commands, her lips curling up into a smirk.
JJ’s brows furrow, again. She rests her hands on Emily’s bare shoulders for support, frowning down between them. “Emily- what?”
A pale hand snakes up from JJ’s hip to circle around her throat, gently squeezing, just enough to cloud her vision a little. JJ squeaked in surprise, and she realizes that every little whimper she’s making is doing wonders to Emily as the older woman squeezes harder.
“What did I tell you about following orders, Jennifer?” Emily goads, watching JJ fall apart under her hand. “I’m going to sit here, just like this, and you’re going to try and get yourself off on my lap. If you can stop acting like a pathetic whore for a minute and actually listen to me, maybe I’ll let you ride my fingers next time instead. Or will that stretch innocent little JJ out too much?” Emily bats her eyelashes in false concern, and JJ audibly whines at her filthy words, hips involuntarily bucking down on Emily’s lap, seeking pressure.
“That’s- that’s so hot,” JJ gasps, fingernails digging into the skin of Emily’s shoulders. The older woman doesn’t wince, doesn’t stop her, and the thought of somehow marking Emily as hers like this sends a chill down JJ’s spine. “I want that. Please.”
“What do you want? Tell me,” Emily orders, grinning into JJ’s neck. She can feel herself starting to break down JJ’s resolve, peel away those guarded layers. Honestly, she’d been a little worried that JJ would be too shy to admit her dirty little fantasies. This was going better than she’d expected.
JJ’s cheeks burned. It was strange, saying this kind of thing in front of Emily. Regardless, it was hot, and she wanted so badly for Emily to keep talking to her like this.
“This,” JJ admits, blushing with embarrassment as she ground down on Emily’s lap to prove her point. “I like it when you talk to me like that.”
Emily hisses, her hands snaking down to JJ’s rear, grasping handfuls of her firm ass and encouraging her movements. “I knew you would,” she grunted in a low voice, rocking her hips up against JJ’s. “You’re lucky you’re irresistible. I would’ve made you sit here and grind on me all night.”
With that, she’s standing up off the couch, and before JJ can comprehend what’s happening, she’s being lifted up by strong arms. She gasps, instinctively tightening her legs around Emily’s waist, and she catches a glimpse of them in the long mirror in the side of Emily’s living room.
It’s quite the sight. JJ knew Emily was strong, but she was very thin, so JJ hadn’t quite expected the other agent to be able to lift her up and throw her around like this. Her pale legs are wrapped around Emily’s waist, digging into that damn belt buckle and cargo pants. Emily’s arms are flexed with the weight of holding up her body, hands gripping her waist and ass firmly. They look really good together, and for a moment, JJ understands why people make sex tapes.
She’s too busy kissing Emily to notice where she’s taking her, but she assumes it’s Emily’s bedroom as she feels herself being tossed somewhat carefully on a mattress. Emily’s settled between her legs right away, crawling up her body, arms bracing themselves on either side of her head. JJ kisses her feverishly, trying to relay every ounce of want through her lips to Emily’s, as if Emily had ever doubted how badly she wanted this.
It backfires, though. All Emily’s doing now is kissing her. One hand has dropped to JJ’s chest, squeezing roughly at a perky breast through the lacy fabric, toying with her nipple as Emily’s tongue darts around her own. It’s just too much and not quite enough at the same time, and JJ finds her hips arching, yearning to be filled. She hears Emily chuckle darkly, and continue to kiss her, nipping at her bottom lip.
“Are you doing this on purpose?” JJ asks breathlessly the next time Emily drags her lips away, trying hard to stop from squirming around on Emily’s thigh anymore than she has been.
“Am I doing what on purpose?” Emily purrs back, and JJ can hear the sarcasm dripping from her voice as Emily accentuates it with a particularly hard pinch of her nipple. “Maybe I just wanted to see if you’d beg for it.”
“You’re such an ass,” JJ sputters, cheeks flushed. She knew very well she was reaching the point of begging for it. It drove her insane how easily Emily was able to bring that out of her.
“I know that, but I think you like that about me,” Emily grins, her mouth trailing down JJ’s jaw, peppering hot, wet kisses as she went. “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? You wanted someone to be rough with you.”
JJ swallows, her eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of Emily’s hot mouth on her throat. “You. I wanted you to be rough with me.”
She swears she can feel Emily smile against the crook of her neck, quickly replacing it with a sharp nip on her pulse point, and it makes JJ squirm.
“Yeah, you did,” Emily continues, sucking a light mark just above JJ’s collarbone, pulling back to admire her work. “If I had to profile you, JJ, I would guess that it turns you on when I’m a little bit of an ass to you.”
Fucking profilers, JJ thinks, her hands coming up to grip Emily’s biceps firmly as the brunette continues to lay kisses across her chest. “W-what makes you say that?” She hears herself stutter, her voice beginning to betray her under Emily’s talented mouth.
“I think you like being pushed around a little, but you probably won’t admit it,” Emily begins, tugging JJ’s hair to the side for easier access to the other side of her neck. “I think it turns you on to have someone calling the shots for you. You still like to mouth off, because you’re a brat, but deep down? You really want someone to put you in your place anyways, don’t you?”
JJ’s nostrils flared. Emily was a little too good.
“Well?” Emily finally pulled away from her neck, leaning up over her again, inches away from her mouth. “You tell me, Jennifer. Am I right?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be the profiler?” JJ retorted back playfully, digging her nails into Emily’s bicep to push her even further. “You profiled me, Agent. I didn’t think you need a media liaison’s opinion to deliver it.”
For a moment, Emily stalls above her, and JJ can practically see her eyes fluttering back in her head. Whatever she’d said, it had turned her on, and JJ makes a mental note that maybe Emily doesn’t like them quite that innocent after all.
“Enough small talk,” Emily finally settles on, grabbing the front of JJ’s bra with one hand and yanking at it firmly enough to snap the clasp in the back. “You came here to get fucked.”
The way Emily says it, almost violently, makes JJ try to squeeze her legs together involuntarily, to relieve some of the pressure on her poor, aching clit. Emily notices, however, and scolds her with a light slap on her inner thigh, making JJ yelp again and still her legs. She breathes heavy, eyes hooded, as she watches Emily yank her panties down, too, leaving her exposed.
Emily licks her lips, staring at her center unashamed, and sits back on her knees between JJ’s legs for a better view. JJ doesn’t have time to feel self-conscious before Emily’s swiping a probing thumb over her clit, gathering her arousal, and JJ’s whining at the sudden contact.
“Wow,” Emily murmurs, spreading JJ’s arousal between her thumb and forefinger and holding it up in front of JJ’s face, grinning as she watched her fingers glisten. “I thought you’d need more foreplay.”
JJ huffs, already so wet and so ready, and watching Emily play with her own arousal in front of her was the worst, sweetest form of torture. “Emily,” she groaned, growing frustrated with how the brunette was teasing her, dragging this out. “Emily, ple-”
Her irritated request was interrupted by the sudden shock of being filled. Emily grinned above her, falling forward and resting her weight on her elbow of her free arm. The other arm moved fluidly, rocking her fingers into JJ’s dripping wet center, offering no time to adjust to the intrusion.
“Oh, fuck,” JJ choked, head falling back against soft pillows, her hands coming up to grip Emily’s shoulders tightly. She squirmed underneath the brunette, sensitive from the rapid assault of Emily’s lean fingers.
“God, Emily,” JJ sputtered as the brunette increased her pace, never faltering, never missing a beat. She hadn’t expected sex to feel quite this… good. She felt Emily everywhere, in places she didn’t think she’d ever been reached, and Emily only had two fingers inside of her. Awestruck, the brunette above her had her eyes fixated on JJ’s expression, watching every twitch of her face with a dark, lustful gaze. JJ knew she was the center of attention in Emily’s world right now; the only thing that mattered. She liked that feeling.
She also liked the feeling of talented fingers thrusting and curling inside her, fucking her like she’d known her body her entire life. JJ didn’t even think she’d touched herself like this before. Her thighs were already trembling on either side of Emily’s hips, fingers digging into Emily’s shoulders- she knew she already looked like a mess. The faster Emily thrust into her, the less she cared.
“I’m disappointed, JJ,” Emily comments offhandedly, trying her best to seem nonchalant although JJ could practically feel the want dripping from her sultry tone. “I didn’t expect you to be squirming this much already over just two fingers.”
JJ’s cheeks flushed, and she bit down on her own lip to stifle another weak moan threatening to escape. Her eyes locked with Emily’s, fiery brown eyes meeting her own triumphantly. Emily was looking at her like a predator studies its prey; like she was ready to hunt.
“Can you take another?” Emily taunted, nothing more than a growl in her ear, and JJ whined in such a pathetic way she couldn’t believe it came from her own lips.
“God, yes,” she breathed, face flushed and body trembling in anticipation. Biting down on her lip, JJ fought back another moan as Emily curled her fingers for good measure.
“You sure? You’re so damn tight, Jennifer,” Emily continued to mock her, messy bangs falling against her sticky forehead. “I’ll really have to jam my fucking strap in later.”
A muffled groan escaped JJ’s lips. Her whole body felt like it was on fire; chills pulsating from her core with every dirty, taunting word that Emily threw down at her. There was something so taboo, so degrading about being underneath her coworker in bed right now, legs spread wide open, breasts bouncing as Emily pounded into her, talking down to her, jeering at her. But JJ couldn’t shake that addictive sparkle in Emily’s eyes, or the way she practically leaked all over Emily’s hand with every mocking, underhanded comment.
“Come on, Emily,” she pleaded, eyes fluttering shut as she felt Emily tauntingly rub a third finger against her entrance, slowing down her jarring pace. “Don’t stop.”
Emily smirked down at her, catching her in a hot, open-mouthed kiss just in time to shove a third finger inside. JJ winced at the stretch, exhaling shakily into Emily’s mouth, one hand dropping to Emily’s chest, pushing slightly in protest. Emily’s hand found hers and swatted it away cheekily, fueling the pool of arousal churning in JJ’s stomach.
“Come on, JJ,” Emily purred in her ear, goading her again. “You’re gonna take it, aren’t you?”
Squirming a little as she adjusted to the stretch, JJ nodded, wrapping her arms around Emily’s neck and yanking her head down for another hot kiss. She moaned into Emily’s mouth, all doubts thrown to the wind, letting herself melt completely into the other agent. As Emily drove into her, experienced fingers curling and twisting in just the right spots, she felt an all-too-familiar heat in the pit of her stomach, clenching her legs firmly around Emily’s hips.
“I- I think I’m going to come,” she moaned, clutching at the back of Emily’s neck as the brunette peppered kisses on her throat. She locked her legs firmly around Emily’s waist, feeling like she was going to explode if her lover moved. Emily was grinning against her neck, she could feel it, she could feel those fingers pump deeper and deeper and-
Nothing.
Wiping her fingers against her pants, Emily grinned wickedly, sitting up on her knees between JJ’s legs. JJ huffed, frustrated and breathless, and smacked Emily’s shoulder.
“Ouch,” Emily teased, that same shit-eating grin never wavering. “Now what was that for?”
“You know,” JJ grunted, her chest heaving. She’d been so close- so close to coming around those wonderfully long fingers, but this was Emily Prentiss, and she had a feeling this wasn’t going to be the only time Emily toyed with her pleasure tonight.
“What, did you want to come?” Innocently enough, Emily smirked down at her, bringing up one of the fingers that had just previously been inside JJ and sucking on it. “Didn’t seem like you were that desperate yet.”
“I was.”
“No you weren’t.” Emily grabbed her hips, yanking her further down the bed, flat on her back. JJ gasped, surprised at how easily the other agent was able to throw her around. Her mind instantly raced to a few dirtier scenarios where that subtle strength might come in handy.
“What are you-”
“Look at me.”
JJ obeyed, gazing up at Emily, wide-eyed. It still felt surreal that she was able to touch this dangerous, highly-skilled agent, normally so explosive and forbidden, but now at her very fingertips. She trailed her fingers against Emily’s hips gently, toying with the belt on those damn pants she still had on.
“I need to know that you’re okay with this,” Emily said slowly, her asshole smirk gone now. “JJ, you’re not just… some girl I’m going to fuck and forget about. I don’t want to hurt you. Verbally or physically. I don’t really know your limits.”
“This is good,” JJ managed to say, her mind a whirlwind of words. “I- you’re not just some girl either, Emily. I’m not here just because I want… a good time,” she stuttered. “I want it with you. I’ve wanted you since I met you,” she admitted, cheeks flushing. “And.. I really like this. How you’re treating me. The stuff you’re saying,” she murmured, feeling her face grow warm.
Emily grinned at that, not as sarcastically, but confidently, and JJ could tell she felt reassured. “You do, huh?”
“Yeah,” JJ nodded, bringing a hand up to her lip and biting absentmindedly at her knuckle. “It’s… I don’t know. I know you care about me. But when you talk to me like you don’t… it turns me on,” she admitted. “Is that one of the things you were going to teach me?” She teased, trying to lighten the mood, adrenaline pumping through her as she admitted her own fantasies.
“Oh, yeah,” Emily purred, dropping down to her elbows again, face inches from JJ’s. “Lots of girls like being degraded.”
“Degraded?” JJ felt dirty even saying the word, but she could feel herself dripping against the rough fabric of Emily’s dress pants, too. “Yeah… maybe,” she gasped, mind racing to how Emily had fucked her, laughing about stretching her out, stopping right before she came. She shuddered, biting down on her lip.
“I can work with that, JJ,” Emily chuckled darkly, snapping back into character. “How about this?”
She hopped off the bed, off of JJ, and stalked over to her dresser, dropping her pants as she went. JJ gulped as she studied Emily’s body, all lean muscle and old bruises adorning pale skin. She looked like a warrior; moved with grace and confidence, and the realization of just how powerful this woman truly was sunk low in JJ’s chest as she watched Emily step into a black harness, fastening thin leather straps around her hips.
“Is that a strap on?” JJ swallowed thickly, licking her lips. She inched up a bit on the bed, back resting against the pillows as she watched Emily tighten the straps and tug on them for good measure. She looked fucking good, and JJ couldn’t rip her eyes away from the pale purple dildo seated against the base of the harness.
“Aren’t you observant,” Emily quipped, stalking back over to the bed, the appendage bouncing between her legs as she did. On any other person, JJ would have found it comical. On Emily, she wanted it inside her. Now.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve made myself come in this very bed thinking about doing this to you,” Emily admits, her eyes practically glazed over with nothing but pure lust. Her mouth hung open slightly as she advanced towards JJ, standing at the edge of the bed, one hand dropping to her dildo and stroking it gently, like it was real.
JJ swallowed hard, feeling her heart begin to thump in her chest. “You have me now. What are you going to do with me?”
“Anything I want, with no complaints, if you really want to come,” Emily challenged her, cocking her head to the side. She always looked so determined, it made JJ want to falter and give in to her every whim. But watching Emily get aggressive with her, forceful even, like when she’d pushed JJ’s protesting hand away earlier- turned the blonde liaison on to no extent. She’d read about the concept- bratting- and although JJ wasn’t a profiler, it didn’t take a profiler to see it turned Emily on. The brunette obviously got off on the power and the struggle. JJ licked her lips at the thought of providing Emily both.
“I don’t even know how good you are with that yet,” JJ pointed out cheekily, rising up to her knees on the plush mattress. Daringly, she reached out and grabbed the base of the toy, pushing Emily’s own hands away. With newfound confidence, she nervously stroked the toy, eyes flickering over Emily’s features.
When Emily’s eyes fluttered shut, a low groan escaping her throat, JJ knew her profile had been right. She smirked back up at Emily, pumped her hand a little harder, pushing against the base to where it was seated against Emily’s clit.
“Fuck,” Emily groaned, and her eyes flashed dark with something practically violent. “Fuck.”
Before she had time to get more creative, JJ felt a hand tangle roughly in her hair, pushing down. JJ fell to her elbows, knees bouncing back on the comforter, one hand reactively reaching up to push Emily’s away. The brunette’s grip just tightened, and JJ blinked, realizing she was now inches away from Emily’s strap on.
“Be a good girl and get it wet for me,” Emily ordered, her voice low and demanding, and JJ felt the shudder all the way to her core again. She gazed up at Emily with wide eyes, practically frozen with desire.
Emily gripped the base of the dildo to guide it closer, playfully slapping it against JJ’s cheek, then her lips. “Open.”
When JJ did as she was told, Emily smacked the tip on her tongue with another wide grin. “Suck,” she commanded, leering down at the younger woman, and JJ obeyed without thinking. It was bigger than what she was used to, even in her mouth, and she clenched around nothing imagining what it would feel like somewhere else. After Emily pushed it about halfway in, JJ felt the tip hit the back of her throat and began to gag, head falling back instinctively.
“Nuh uh uh,” Emily chastised her, grip tightening on JJ’s hair. She held her head in place, shoved her hips forward, effectively face-fucking the blonde. JJ whimpered around the cock in her mouth, teary eyes looking up at Emily with nothing but desperation, her hands coming to the front of Emily’s thighs to steady herself.
“I’m glad we’re doing this, but this is such a bad idea, Jennifer,” Emily remarked snidely as she pumped her hips, finally bottoming out in JJ’s throat despite the choked out moans coming from the blonde. “I’m never going to be able to look at you again without seeing you on your knees with a mouth full of my cock.”
JJ’s nose hit the base of Emily’s pelvis and she hissed, trying to relax her throat, her own moaning from Emily’s dirty words vibrating around the dildo in her throat. Desperate, she finally yanked her head back, drooling slightly as the thick tip popped out of her mouth with a wet pop. “Emily,” she groaned, one hand coming up to rub gently around her neck, “I think I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me. Right now.”
“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” Emily raised her eyebrow, trailing a finger down JJ’s chest, palm resting between her breasts before shoving her harshly back against the bed. JJ landed with a gasp, Emily moving between her legs hungrily, one hand under JJ’s head, the other guiding the tip of her strap to rub against her clit.
“Spread,” Emily husked, wiggling between JJ’s hips for good measure. JJ obeyed, knees bent, and Emily moved to slap at her knee. “No. Wider. Hold them open, if you want my dick this bad,” she ordered, and JJ whined as she obeyed.
“Look at you,” Emily husked, leaning back on her knees as she lined herself up, appreciating the view of the blonde on her back, arms hooked under her knees, legs wide as could be. “I can’t wait to fucking destroy you,” she murmurred, and JJ’s breath caught in her throat.
“Stop teasing. No more teasing,” JJ begged, her legs aching from the wide angle. “Fuck me. Please.”
“That’s more like it,” Emily purred, pressing the head in, watching JJ’s face as her body accepted the stretch. “I love it when you’re desperate like this.”
She snapped her hips in sharply after the tip slid inside, making JJ yelp out in pain. JJ should have expected it with how quickly she’d fucked her earlier, but this was much, much bigger and it had been a long time since anything was inside of her. She dropped her knees, arms coming up to Emily’s chest, pushing back tentatively again.
“No. You don’t get to tap out already,” Emily shook her head, hips moving at a steady rhythm despite JJ’s squeezed thighs. She grabbed JJ’s wrists, shoving them above her head, hands circling her slim forearms and pinning them to the bed above her head. “You can lay here and take it and come, or you can lay here and take it and cry about it.”
“Oh, God,” JJ choked out, a pathetic, high-pitched whine falling from her lips. Emily was hitting all the right spots- so, so far inside her. “You- you’re so deep, fuck,” she moaned, flexing against Emily’s tight grip.
“Am I?” Emily tested her theory, pounding in a little harder, making sure her hips fully bottomed out against JJ, drawing another series of expletives from the blonde liaison. “This is what you wanted, JJ,” she reminded her, squeezing her wrists hard, dark eyes unwavering as she stared down at her, panting with every quick thrust. “You wanted this. You wanted my fucking dick. You wanted to lay here like a whore and complain about it while I make you come, huh?”
“I- fuck,” JJ swore, eyes rolling back. “You’re stretching me out, Emily, I can’t- fuck, it’s so good,” she babbled, well beyond being able to formulate a complete thought. Every one of her senses was invaded by Emily- her wrists completely immobile, pinned down by Emily’s strong grip, the sharp, protruding bones of Emily’s hips digging into her inner thighs with each powerful thrust, the feeling of the girthy dildo dragging along her walls, stretching her out, opening her up with every stroke. Emily’s hair was matted with sweat, bangs sticking to her forehead, and her chest glistened as she pounded her. It was quite the sight, and JJ couldn’t take her eyes away.
“Oh, I know,” Emily goaded her, voice dripping with sarcasm. She gripped JJ’s jaw with her hand that wasn’t pinning JJ’s arms down, forcing the blonde to look her in the eyes. “You’re lucky I like you, JJ. I could be a lot harder on you right now. So nice and tight. It’d be so much easier for me to flip you over and just ruin you,” Emily sighed, as if she was lost in thought. “But I’m being so fucking nice to you, I’m letting you get used to this before I do that.”
JJ nodded, gasping as Emily’s grip moved from her jaw to her throat, squeezing gently.
“Say it,” Emily ordered, eyes gleaming, punctuating her sentence with slow, sharp thrusts. “Thank me. For being so nice.”
“Thank you,” JJ gasped, fighting for a full breath as Emily squeezed harder. She cried out at a particularly sharp thrust, letting her legs fall open fully, accepting her fate as Emily pounded her into the mattress. “Th- Thank you, Emily,” she whined, stuttering as Emily bottomed out again.
“For?” Emily raised her eyebrow, waiting expectantly, and when JJ’s response came only in a loud moan, Emily’s eyes narrowed and she let go of JJ’s throat, slapping her cheek instead. The sting shook JJ out of her blissed-out trance and she whined, eyes wide, not expecting the blow, as soft as it was.
“I asked you a fucking question,” Emily said flatly, her thrusts never faltering, and JJ squeezed her eyes shut, she was so close, so fucking close and it was all too much-
“I’m gonna come, Emily,” she choked, hips bucking up against Emily’s, arms struggling and flexing under Emily’s tight grip. “Thank you for- fuck, being so nice to me,” she repeated shakily, her breathing heavy as she spiraled to the edge.
“Ask me. Ask me to let you come,” Emily ordered again, and JJ could finally hear in her voice just how affected Emily was by this. Her own thrusts were becoming more erratic, and JJ suspected she was chasing her own orgasm, too.
“Please let me come,” JJ begged, tears in her eyes from the intensity, and her mind briefly wandered back to that night at the bar, sitting across from Emily, watching her explain how it was so much easier to come when someone’s holding you down, saying you don’t have permission.
She understood it, now, JJ thinks, as Emily pounds into her, teasing her, taunting her, toying with her and leaving her at the edge of paradise, before dragging her right back.
“Emily, please,” JJ begged again when she didn’t get a response from the brunette, her head buried into JJ’s shoulder now, breath hot and heavy in her ear. JJ could tell Emily was close. She was riding into JJ hard, forceful, grinding with each thrust and JJ knew the base was putting a delicious pleasure on her clit.
“Not yet,” Emily grunted, and JJ wanted to scream.
“I can’t hold it- I can’t, Emily, please,” JJ pleaded, clenching around the toy. It just made it worse as Emily rammed it into her anyways, making JJ squirm beneath her.
“You can and you’re going to. Or I’ll stop right now,” Emily threatened, but JJ knew she only half meant it.
“Can-can you come like this?” JJ panted, eyes baring up into Emily’s desperately. “Please make me come. I know you want to come, too. Come inside me, Em,” she begged again, and Emily’s eyes blazed down at her.
“Fuck, I want that,” Emily groaned, dropping to her elbows, releasing JJ’s hands. JJ took advantage of the momentary freedom and grabbed Emily’s back, locking her legs around her lean frame, meeting every thrust desperately.
“Make me come, Emily,” JJ insisted defiantly, unable to hold it back anymore. “Take care of me. I’m yours,” she heard herself panting pathetically, scratching down Emily’s back. “Make me come.”
It seemed to do it for Emily. She picked up her pace with a renewed energy, pounding hard, fucking JJ into the mattress, ignoring her whimpers and cries.
“Come, JJ,” Emily coaxed her in a tone a lot gentler than she’d used all night. “Be a good girl and come on me.”
JJ thinks she may have blacked out when Emily gave her the permission she’d been looking for. Her whole body spasmed, eyes falling shut, shaking as she fell limp on the bed. Briefly, she could hear Emily let out a loud groan, head dropping against JJ’s chest, and JJ knew she’d come, too. Her hips continued to thrust in shallow motions, riding JJ through her orgasm, and Emily through her own.
Never in her life had JJ come that hard. She could feel how damp the sheets were underneath them, knew she’d probably caused it. She didn’t have enough energy left to care. Emily had quite literally fucked the life out of her.
“Are you okay?” She heard Emily saying above her, stroking a matted piece of hair away from her forehead. JJ blinked groggily, nodding her head. Her limbs felt heavy. She could feel Emily still inside of her, moving a little, the aftershocks delivering a warm, tingling sensation up her spine.
“You can sleep, Jayj,” Emily tells her, and JJ doesn’t fight it. She’s still tipsy enough to not overthink the situation, and with the way Emily just fucked her, she doesn’t want to be anywhere else than in Emily’s bed. Either way, she didn’t think her body would allow her to get up and leave even if she wanted to.
She’s sure Emily is still inside of her, on top of her, when she closes her eyes, letting herself begin to drift off wrapped around the older agent, deciding to figure out what this means in the morning.