Except Me ~S16!Emily Prentiss xFem Reader
Inspired by @captainchilly ‘s post. Felt like this needed a blurb/fic of Emily finally getting fucked after the events of Season 16. With a cameo of S16 Spencer Reid!
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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, pet names, smut, eating out, fingering, age gap (all legal), sex, etc.
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It had been a week since the Sicarius case had closed, and Emily still couldn’t get a wink of sleep.
She was restless. Too restless.
There was so much unknown in the balance… What exactly was going to happen with Lee Duval? What was Gold Star? How were Doug, the Atorney General, and Tara’s ex connected to it?
In light of all this, Emily decided she would go visit one of her oldest and most trusted friends from the BAU— Spencer.
It was restless, too quiet Tuesday when Emily was making her way to the university Spencer was currently lecturing at.
Being a professor fit Spencer well; he had found more community and even a girlfriend. Emily was truly happy for him. But she also missed seeing his hope filled face and being around his information stuffed mind.
She sighed, exiting her parked car, and making her way to the lecture hall in which Spencer was just about finishing his 8am lecture on behavior.
Emily silently entered the classroom and waited patiently in the corner for Spencer to wrap up. He looked like he was truly in his element, Emily thought as she watched him talk.
Spencer noticed Emily the second she had entered the hall. He had sent her a warm smile as he continued to teach, followed by a look of concern washing over his face.
Eventually, Spencer wrapped up and dismissed the class, and the students all exited the lecture hall.
Emily made her way over to Spencer, “Hey Reid. How’s teaching treating you?”
“Hey Em, really good, thanks. How are you, I heard about your recent, more difficult case?” Reid responded, voice laced with concern and care.
As the two caught up, Spencer led Emily into his office for more privacy. They both sat down.
Emily sighed in defeat, “So yeah… and now where trying to figure out what this gold star is…”
“Emily, have you been sleeping?” Spencer interrupted Emily’s finishing conclusions on the case.
“Uh… I’m trying. It’s hard. Why?”
They both knew why…
There was silence in the room between the two old friends for a while.
“I… have a suggestion…” Spencer hesitated.
“Yes?” Emily asked, her features perking up at the sound of Spencer’s mind working out some sort of possible solution.
“When’s the last time you got laid, Emily?”
“I’m sorry?” Emily chocked on her own air.
“It.. it might be beneficial…” Spencer went right back to his younger, stuttering self, trying to explain himself, which made Emily’s heart melt.
He cleared his throat, “It might be beneficial for you. Sex is often shown to help with stress relief and insomnia.”
Emily scoffed.
“I wouldn’t even know where to begin.” She said while rubbing her temples.
“I may have someone.” Spencer offered.
“What?” Emily asked, not fully registering what Spencer was saying.
“A colleague of mine, a professor L/N, has her own set of obstacles, but the point is that she could benefit from having sex as well.”
Emily was flabbergasted.
“Spencer… You do know that just because we’re both not straight, does not mean we will immediately like each other right?” She skeptically questioned her friend.
“No, no, I know. But, will you just meet her? Her office is room 116.”
“Spencer, you amaze me sometimes…” Emily sighed in defeat, “But sure, if it will satisfy you, I will go talk to your colleague.”
Spencer had a grin plastered on his face at her words.
As Emily walked out to go find you in room 116, Spencer called out, “You can thank me later!”
Emily huffed as she made her way through the campus to your office.
Spencer wasn’t wrong though… She desperately needed to get laid…
But she was tired. She didn’t want to go deal with a rejection from a stranger. Especially right now.
Eventually, Emily found your office. She knocked at the door.
“Come in!” You called, while grading your seemingly never ending stacks of papers.
Emily heard your words, opened the door, entered the room, and closed the door behind her.
“Hello, How can I help you?” You asked the stranger in your office, setting your grading pen down for the moment.
“I’m Emily Prentiss, Dr. Reid’s friends.” Emily introduced herself, shaking your hand.
Your face lit up at her words, “Oh yes! I’m Y/N. Spencer has told me a good deal about his old team at the BAU. Please, do sit, although I don’t know exactly what I can do for you.”
Emily smiled at your kindness.
You both sat, and she began, “This is going to sound weird, but…” Emily took a deep breath, damn she hadn’t been this nervous in years… why was she this nervous…?
“But Spencer asked me to come down her and see you.”
“Oh is that so? And why might that be?” You asked, skeptical of what Spencer was pulling this time.
“He thinks… he thinks both of us need to get laid… and that we could help each other with our mutually respective dilemmas.” Emily tried to explain in, in the most understandable way, but she was being distracted by the butterflies in her stomach and the wetness pooling in her panties…
“He wants us to fuck?” You bluntly asked.
Oh, Emily was done for once you uttered those words…
“Yes.” She managed to respond with a even voice, even though her legs were clenching uncontrollably…
“Hmmmm…” you mused, taking in the woman in front you, you had to admit… Spencer taste for you was spot on…
“And what do you think? What do you want, Emily?” You asked the older, seasoned woman.
God, she wanted to hear her name in your mouth again…
“I think your quite young…” Emily responded with a slight strain to her voice.
“Hmmmm, does that bother you?”
“Not if it doesn’t bother you…” she whispered, her eyes clouding over with need.
“It doesn’t…” you immediately, lightly spoke back.
“Well in that case…” Emily began, but was interrupted as you got up from your chair.
You went over to the door, and for a second Emily panicked thinking you were leaving, but then she heard the lock click.
You then walked back and over to where Emily was sitting, scooting her chair to face you and not the desk.
“What were you saying…?” You whispered, looming over Emily, your eyes darkened with desperation.
“Doesn’t matter...” Emily whispered, grabbing your blouse and crashing her lips into yours. She pulled you into her lap, as her tongue explored your mouth.
You moaned in response, straddling her on the chair.
Emily grabbed a fist of your hair and pressed your lips into her hers even harder, eliciting whimpers from both of you.
Both of your hips grinded into the other in desperate need of some sort of friction.
You pulled away first from the kiss, quickly knelt down on the ground, and hurriedly began undoing her pants.
Emily realized what you were doing and moaned at the thought, quickly helping you to remove her pants.
You tore off her soaked panties and spread her legs across the chair legs.
“Please, god… fuck me…” Emily pleaded, grabbing your hair again and thrusting her soaked cunt to meet your face.
You happily complied to her request, diving into her pussy, lapping up her wetness and exploring her folds.
Emily moaned and mewled in delight.
You skillfully tongued through her folds, drawing out lewd moans which went straight to your own core.
And soon enough you felt Emily’s walls clenched around your tongue as she screamed out in pleasure.
You looked up after lapping up all of her juices to find a panting, sex fogged goddess.
You moaned at the sight.
Emily met your desperate eyes.
“Get on the desk, will ya love?” She lustfully moaned.
You quickly got up, sitting your ass on the edge of your desk.
Emily got up from her chair, legs a bit wobbly which you cheekily grinned at.
“Oh don’t worry Baby. You’ll be the one who can’t walk at the end of this…” Emily taunted at your cheeky grin towards her legs.
You gulped.
She grabbed your knees and guided your legs open for her access.
“I love your outfit, but it would look so much better on the floor, don’t ya think?” Emily purred.
You bit your lip and eagerly nodded, desperately removing all of your clothing.
Emily watched you, her mouth salivating at the sight of you.
You sat back on the edge of the desk, legs wide open for her access.
Emily hummed in delight.
She then kneeled on the floor, never losing eye contact as she licked a strip of your folds, causing you to shutter and let out a whimper.
“Please… no teasing…” you begged, bucking your hips up to meet her face.
Emily grinned at your begging, and complied with your request.
She just went straight into your pussy, tongue fucking your aching cunt relentlessly.
You grabbed and tugged her hair which only seemed to spur Emily on even more.
“Oh God!” You cried out, feeling yourself climbing to the edge of your high.
Emily couple sense your fluttering walls and how close you were. She added her thumb to your clit, and you were done for…
You came on her tongue, crying out her name, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
You panted heavily and whinced as Emily cleaned your sensitive cunt up with her tongue.
She came up to your eye level with a mischievous little grin and a face full of cum to match yours.
Her lips crashed into yours once more. It’s was intoxicating, your taste mixing with hers.
Eventually, you both pulled away breathless.
“Damn.” Emily exclaimed, “We should do that again sometime.”
You chuckled at her comment and nodded, too speechless to form any words.
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