UnitChief!Emily Prentiss x Agent!Reader
Warnings: Smut, work sex, mean!dom!mommy!emily, sub!reader, WLW, desk sex, blowjobs, spanking, mommy kink, thigh grinding, dumbification, rough sex, degradation
The daylight came to a halt as the shine of the sunset dipped below the horizon. It’s 9 pm, case reports are due at 11. Naturally, your stress is high as you anxiously clamper to meet the deadline.
The team doesn’t seem nearly as stressed as yourself; they close up shop and scurry home as soon as possible. But you? Why, you’ve been stuck at your desk for what feels like all of eternity, working your ass off to impress the board.
You curse yourself as you watch them exit the floor, envious that they get to be in the comfort of their homes while you busy yourself with the task at hand.
Truthfully, you find yourself not even trying to do a good job on the case. You just want to get it done as quickly as possible. Mashing the keys quickly to get any semblance of what’s supposed to be your report.
The clock reads, making your heart drop. You think about how embarrassing it is that you’re the only one who has to stay so long. That is, until your eyes catch a pair of dark ones. The culprit, now making her way to the embarrassingly messy desk you’re sat at looks at you, to your work, and back to you. It’s Emily; your boss. The unit chief.
Focus enraptured by the blue light of your laptop, you take a moment to look up at the woman standing by the side of your desk chair. You look up at her, meeting her intimidating gaze.
“Yeah, just trying to finish this in time.” You say, giving a little smile as you look back to the screen. With this, Emily opens her mouth to speak:
Her hand, now on your shoulder, runs up and down your upper back, eliciting a shiver within you. Emily’s lips curl into a smirk, her eyes flickering with amusement as she watches you shiver. “Why don’t you take a break? All that hard work isn’t good for a pretty young thing like yourself.”
Her words, laced with pure seduction and ecstasy, ring in your ears as you stare into her lust-filled eyes.
Emily Prentiss, as sexy and alluring she may be, is a woman who knows what she wants and how to get it. The ways she chooses to do so are sometimes questionable. Case in point: the situation you’re in at this very moment.
As a profiler, even if she were to try hiding her feelings, you would know exactly what she’s thinking. You were in no place to be indecent, as the not so secret crush you’ve had on the older woman was now causing palpitations throughout your heart and your chest.
“Come to my office, I’m sure it’ll be better than sitting alone in the darkness like you do everyday.” She smiles affectionately, luring you in.
Looking back to the unfinished document on your brightly lit computer screen, you hesitantly stand up from your chair. The look on her face tells you that you're in for a treat.
Deep down, your morals beg you to snap out of it and sit back down, but Emily being the intimidating woman she is makes you feel obligated to obey her commands.
As you find yourself stood in front of the open door of her office, Emily sat herself down at her desk, smiling at you as you walk in timidly.
“Take a seat, sweet girl,” Your face heats up at the name as you sit down, twiddling your thumbs as you look around her office. It’s dark, but a lamp on the desk illuminates the aura of the room. Emily takes the silence as a means to speak.
“You alright?” Emily says, her chin in her hand, her face painted with concern.
“Yeah, just… stressed,” She hums in response, putting her elbows up on the desk as she rests her head in her hands. “Yeah? And why’s that?”
You almost feel bad for being so quiet, feeling the need to say exactly what’s on your mind. Responding to the older woman’s question, you sink in the chair across from hers. “Stress, work, life, …feelings..”
Emily lets out a thoughtful hum, crossing her legs as she leans back in her own seat, tilting her head slightly as she takes in your answer. She runs a hand through her hair, looking you over with a contemplative expression. “Sounds like you got a lot on your mind. Deadlines and life can be a handful, I know. As for feelings....well, they can be tricky sometimes.”
She pauses for a moment, her gaze lingering on you, before a soft smirk appears on her face. “What kind of feelings in particular are bothering you, sweetheart?”
You chose to stay silent, not wanting to blow your cover just yet. This only spurs Emily on even further, as she knows what’s going on inside of your head. She can practically see the gears moving in your brain as you silently contemplate your actions.
At this, Emily continues to study you intently, her smirk turning into a knowing smile. She uncrosses her legs, leaning forward slightly in her chair as she gauges your reaction. Her voice is low, almost playful as she speaks. “Come on, I can tell you've got something you wanna say. Don't keep it all bottled up in that pretty little head of yours.”
Your heart skips a beat as Emily's voice washes over you, her knowing smile only intensifying the effect she has on you. Biting your lip, you hesitate for a moment, weighing out the options. But ultimately, you can't resist the subtle challenge, the undeniable pull she has on you.
You take a deep breath, meeting her gaze, finally deciding to speak up. “It's...it's not just deadlines and life that's on my mind, ma'am,” You confess quietly, voice soft but tinged with just a hint of nervousness.
Emily's smile widens at your confession, her eyes lighting up with a mixture of satisfaction and curiosity. She leans back once more, crossing her legs and folding her arms as she continues to take you in.
“Oh? Is that so? And what else has my pretty girl thinking so hard?”
You can feel your cheeks heat up under Emily's intensity gaze, yet still managing to hold it, the effect she has on you undeniable.
“It's...well, it's you, ma'am,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "You're on my mind, more than I'd care to admit..." you flush immediately, darting up from your chair in embarrassment. “I- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have— I- I have to finish my—“
“Ah-ah-ah, sit back down, pretty girl. You’re gonna finish what you’ve started.” She tantalized you with her words, her eyes boring into your own with a dominant gleam. Your eyes follow her hand that points to your seat, demanding obedience.
Instantly, you sit. As the people pleasing person you are, you feel obliged to listen to what you’re told. Emily stands up from her seat to circle around to you—stalking. The smirk on her face remains as she looms behind you, her breath warm against your ear as she murmurs.
“You work too hard, sweetheart. All that hard work.. you deserve a reward, don’t you?” Your eyes shoot up to hers, the mention of a reward filling you with surprise.
Your heart flutters in your chest at her sudden mention of a reward, curiosity and excitement mixing together in a heady cocktail. you can practically feel your pulse quicken as your gaze meets Emily's, mind already beginning to race with possibilities.
Emily nods slowly, smirking at your response; thinking about all of the possibilities and where this could lead to. Emily stands behind you for a second until you feel her cold hands on your shoulders. She grazes her thumb across the back of your neck slowly.
“Mhmmm, you’ve been such a good girl, huh?” Her voice lingers in your ear, warm breathing blowing your hair in the slightest.
Eagerly nodding, you look up at her with a curiosity and feigned lust. Emily’s hand finds your chin, cradling affectionately.
A moment of warm silence passes, interrupted suddenly with the Raven’s voice.
“Tell ya’ what, you finish your work—“
Exhaling a breath you didn’t know was being held, you immediately begin to stand up from your seat to scurry away and do your job without Emily’s desperate effort to distract you. It doesn’t make sense, really. How Emily is literally the unit chief, yet she’s the one prying you away from the work that she assigned.
“—while you sit on my lap.”
Your eyes widen before you turn to face her again, flushed and hoping you had misheard her because of your evident lack of sleep.
The look on the Emily’s face can only be described as touch starved and of pure desperation. The devil and angel on your shoulders bicker with each other to either run away or give in to her desires. But not only hers, your own that you’ve forced yourself to bury deep into your heart.
“You heard me, pretty girl. Go grab your laptop and maybe you might just get that reward.” Emily says, her expression telling you all you need to know. That she’s not asking, but telling.
Laptop in hand, you approach the raven with shaky legs and a pounding chest. Your fingers grip the edges of the device, genuinely a bit frightened by Emily.
Emily praises, beckoning you to her with a nimble finger, once again telling you silently that it’s not a choice. An act as simple as this sends chills down your spine despite the warm feeling of the air. The dark lights of the office makes her all the more sexy intimidating.
Finding your body in front of hers while she sits in her office chair, she turns herself to face you, a smirk on her lips.
Spreading her legs a bit, she pats her thigh.
“You wanna sit on mommy’s lap?”
The question rings in your ears and goes straight to your increasingly needy cunt. Without a second thought, you nod feverishly, allowing Emily to pull you onto her lap. Her hands circle your waist, your feet dangling off the ground. A strange hard feeling on your thigh pokes you the slightest bit, but you pay it no mind.
“Go ahead and finish up sweetheart, don’t mind me,”
Nodding, you open your laptop and continue where you ended off moments ago. Cold hands rubbing up and down your thighs make it a bit tough to keep your focus, though. The occasional squeeze making you squirm in the lap of your superior.
Her ministrations force you to open your mouth, needing to finish desperately.
“Please…I need to fin-finish this..”
You can feel the smirk against your shoulder, her hot breath tickling the hairs on the back of your neck.
“Aw, babygirl can’t handle a bit of lovin’ from mommy without getting all hot and bothered, huh?” Shuddering under her gaze, you shake your head and continue typing as fast as you can, eager to finish as soon as possible.
Warm lips on your neck pulls an unexpected whine from your lips. Emily’s smile can be felt as well as the hands that continue their descent down your legs.
Emily takes your hips in her hands, forcefully rolling your cunt against her thigh. You whimper softly, the need inside of you growing with each touch the raven provides you.
She grins, amused by just how needy you’re acting. “Look at you, all needy and desperate for mommy’s touch,”
“Fuck..” you cry out, decidedly shutting your laptop quickly. 90% of the file had been finished anyways. Deep down, you feel completely ashamed that you’re letting your arousal take over your common sense.
“Open the laptop. You’re gonna finish this, I know you can.” Emily demanded, her words spoken close in your ears, her lips grazing the cartilage of it.
Your hands grip the laptop on her desk, turning its hinges as it opens quietly. The force on your hips doesn’t relent, if not it gets increasingly more intense as the minutes pass by.
Your mind truly goes blank with her touch, thoughts out the window as you type mindlessly. Fingers aggressively smoothing over your breasts through the thin material of your blouse is what snaps you back into reality.
You can feel your body reacting to her touch, every nerve ending alive with electricity. Any attempts at trying to suppress the shiver that threatens to consume you ultimately fail, your mind struggling to catch up with the sudden onslaught of sensations.
Your words die in your throat as Emily continues to trail her fingers over your chest, her touch sending waves of heat coursing through your veins.
Helpless whines escape your throat as Emily's fingers find a particularly sensitive spot, your body arching instinctively toward her touch. You try to speak, to say something, anything, but all that comes out is a soft gasp as you surrender to the sensations coursing through you.
“Such a responsive girl, isn't she?” Emily whispers huskily, her voice sending shivers down your spine. She continues to explore your body through the thin fabric, her touch both feather-light and impossibly stimulating.
Biting your lip, trying to control your breathing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. “Y-yes, ma'am...I-“ You manage to gasp out, words breaking off in a soft moan.
Emily chuckles at your needy response, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she watches you squirm with need “That's it, baby. Let me hear you. Don't hold back. I want to hear every single sound I'm pulling out of you.”
She continues to tease and torment you with her fingers, every touch like fire against already burning skin, leaving you panting and trembling with desire.
Emily grinds your hips against her thigh manually, her hands soon traveling from your hips to your needy and wet cunt. Fingers graze the damp fabric of your panties—teasing.
Waves of heat wash over you as Emily's hands move lower, their torturous trajectory sending your body into a frenzy. You can't help the low moan that tears from your throat, your hips involuntarily bucking against her touch in desperate need.
“M-ma'am...oh, god...” You gasp out, the sensation of her touch against the thin material both exquisite and unbearably torturous.
The raven grins, clearly enjoying the effect she's having on you. “That's it, princess. Lose yourself in it. Let go of all those thoughts in that pretty little head of yours. Just feel.”
Her fingers continue to torment, each brush of her skin against yours sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You writhe beneath her touch, unable to think, speak, or do anything but feel as she expertly plays your body like a fine instrument.
you struggle to move your fingers to type on your laptop, keys jamming into incoherent sentences. Emily chuckles softly as she watches you, her touch not letting up for a single moment. Even as you attempt to focus on the task at hand, her fingers continue to tease and taunt you, leaving your body trembling and your mind a fuzzy mess.
Taking a leap of faith, Emily pulls the now see-through fabric of your panties to the side, running a finger through your wetness. Your gasp is loud and full of need as Emily's fingers finally touch you. The touch sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you.
“Oh...oh, fuuuckk..” you moan out, body arching instinctively toward her touch, desperate for more. “P-please, I...I can't take it anymore..I-“
For a second, her hand falters. Just a twitch. Then it steadies, and her mouth sets into something unreadable. “Keep typing or I’ll stop.” Warns Emily, her fingers pulling away, which pulls more pitiful whines from your panting mouth.
You whimper at her warning, your mind struggling to focus on anything but the burning need coursing through your body. With a shuddering breath, you force myself to type; fingers shaking uncontrollably as they press on the keys of your laptop.
“Y-yes ma'am.. Please, don't...don't stop..” you gasp out, your body trembling with every touch.
Emily, now chuckling catches your attention. However it’s not taking your attention away from the pleasure she’s providing you. Your shaky and clammy fingers mash against random keys and you don’t even bother to proofread what you’ve written.
“That sure makes a lot of sense,” Emily mocks, sarcastically, now knowing that the gibberish is why she was laughing previously.
“I’m done, ma’am! Please, can I be done and you stop teasing me?” Begging, she chuckles again, giving you a nod that you felt on your neck.
Immediately shutting the laptop, Emily takes her hands off of you completely, eliciting a needy whine from you. “Get up and take your clothes off.”
Emily demands harshly, catching you off guard. You obey her commands instantly however, watching her push all of her belongings off of the dark wood. Your laptop though she neatly places it somewhere safe so it doesn’t get damaged.
As you stumble out of the older woman’s lap, she groans out loud when her eyes catch the dark wet spot on your panties. Her pant leg was surely sopping wet by now, but she didn’t care as long as she got what she wanted; a pretty girl to play with.
You stand in front of her in just your bra and panties, the matching color and pattern picked out just for her is what Emily tells herself.
The raven points to the spot in front of her where she remains sat, her legs wide in a manspread. “Come here, princess,”
Beads of sweat fall from your body and face as you hesitantly make your way to her. Her deep voice makes you stop in your tracks. “Crawl.”
“Oh god,” you think to yourself. Getting on your knees and crawling to the woman slowly embarrasses you like no other. Never in a million years would you have ever expected that you’d be in this position right now; situated at your bosses feet while she has her way with you.
The sound of a zipper pulls you out of your thoughts, now realizing she was pulling her pants off. Already knowing where this is going, you grab a hair tie to put your long hair up to keep it out of your face. That is, until her large hand stops you, grabbing your hair into a make-shift ponytail with her hand.
Unzipping her fly with her right hand, she tugs them down slightly, revealing—wait… no fucking way.
A purple dildo, probably bigger than you’ve ever taken before is pulled out from her pants. How she got away with having that on all day, you’ll never know. But all you know is that whatever she’s gonna do to you is gonna be life changing.
Emily’s hand grabs the faux cock and strokes it as if it’s an extension of her own body. For extra measure, she spits onto her own hand and continues jerking the dildo off, her hand still clamped onto your hair tightly.
Pulling your hair towards her, she angles the dick to your face, rubbing it against your lips. Hesitantly, your mouth opens slightly to take the tip of it into your mouth. “You gonna suck mommy’s cock, sweetheart?”
Through lidded eyes, you nod, grabbing the dildo with one of your hands which confirms your suspicions of it being large.
Momentary silence until you gather up the courage to use her honorific.
Emily smiles, pushing you onto her dick and thoroughly enjoying the gagged moan you give her as a result. “Such a good girl,”
You get a few more gags in before she pulls you up abruptly, to which you gasp for air. A string of saliva follows your mouth as you breathe heavily.
Closing your mouth and wiping it with the back of your hand, Emily’s own caresses your cheek gently. She rubs your lower lip with her thumb slowly as she looks in your eyes; deciding how’s she’s going to use your body next—all to satiate the emptiness in her soul.
“Get up.” She orders, trailing her hand up to your head, yanking your head up by your hair. You yelp, immediately rushing to try and push her hand off and stop the pain.
“Ohhhh, that hurts, huh?” Emily chastises, slamming you onto the top of her mahogany desk. She coos at you, grabbing a handful of your hair once again, this time pulling you flush to her chest. “I’m sorry, sweet thing, mommy just can’t help it,” Her eyes aren’t on you, not exactly. They’re fixed somewhere over your shoulder, like she’s trying to convince herself that this is fine.
Licking a stripe up your jaw, her free hand trails down your spine and into the valley between your legs. The feeling of her cold and soft fingertips drawls a series of pants from your mouth, to which she pushes two fingers into you.
Loud and desperate is the scream that comes out of your mouth in response to her touch. Smirking, Emily removes her fingers to place a firm hand over your mouth for a moment—a warning. She removes it before leaning in to speak directly into your ear.
“Better zip those fucking lips.” Emily punctuates her threat with a harsh open-handed slap on your ass, to which you bite your lip so hard that you swear you can taste blood on your tongue.
Unexpectedly, instead of her fingers, Emily’s strap quickly finds its place inside of you. It takes every ounce of the strength you have left not to scream in ecstasy. The length of her, the bruising pace she’s set, and the deep headspace you’ve been shoved into—it’s too much to satiate. Her hand stills on your back for a moment, like she’s debating something. Then it moves again, harder this time.
“Schlep! Schlep! Schlep!” The squelching of your sopping pussy echos through her office and into your clouded ears. Quiet yet needy pleas fall from your lips as the task of remaining silent was deemed impossible with how brutally Emily fucks you from behind.
“Ple—Nghh!! Fuck!—mommy, pl—ease..!~”
“If you want something, you have to use your words.” The older woman says, her strap pushing into your pussy up to her knuckle. “Wan—want more, please mommy, I’ll be such a good..hah..girl..!”
Emily smirks at this. “Yeah?” She says with a hint of teasing to her tone, “You want it so bad, huh, pretty girl?” She says, changing her rhythm slightly and hitting your weak spot.
You scream out a string of begging pleas, your legs quivering by the grace of her bruising and relentless touch. Another plow at your ass results in a long, wanton cry of her name. “Emilyyyyyy..!” She tells herself it’s just need. Yours, hers—who cares. But your voice shakes when you say her name, and that does something dangerous in her chest. She grabs a handful of your asscheek, watching the way it jiggles when she slaps it. “Fuck, look at this gorgeous ass, all mine.”
Nodding furiously, the quivering of your legs and the clenching of your pussy comes to a halt as hot white ecstasy overtakes you. You can barely make out the sound of Emily grunting at the sight of your release.
Stopping her ministrations entirely, the older woman flips you onto your back, to which results in a groan on her behalf when she sees your beautifully fucked out face.
Your face flushed and exhausted, wet tears adorning your whole face and all the way down your neck, and your mascara drools down your cheeks in dark lines. However, things only get better for Emily when she looks down to your freshly fucked pussy and the thick white cum that slowly dribbles out of it.
Emily can’t help herself but to spread your swollen pussy lips apart and admire the work she’s done on your fragile body. She’s quick to lap at the fluid before spitting into your clenching hole and watching as your face twists in overstimulation.
Drool spills out from your mouth and your tongue lolls out like an exhausted mutt. Emily finds this incredibly sexy.
"You're so fuckin’ hot, mommy’s little slut to ruin.”
Emily lays one last slap to your pussy before leaning up to grab your jaw tightly, her breath tickling your face. “Clean yourself up.” She shoves your face out of her grasp and quickly turns away to straighten out her appearance and light a cigarette before walking out of the office without another word.
