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You weren't as confident as you acted. Emily could tell the moment she saw you that while you were confident it was pushed down by insecurity.
But there was no doubt that you were absolutely beautiful.
Honestly Emily knew she should'nt even be here right now. In a couple of days it was back to life at the BAU the only difference being that now she would be unit chief. Her last ten years at Interpol had been fine but she was happy and ready to be back in the states and in one place with her old friend. Tomorrow she was supposed to have brunch with JJ and her husband, Will. Tonight though she was hungry for something else and she had settled on you.
She came up behind you, no introduction or even a friendly wave. Her back pressed into your front and your head immediately dropped back onto her shoulder.
"Oh, baby, you're a submissive one, huh?"
You nodded before moaning as her lips grazed your neck.
"Fuck, I've had you in my arms for two seconds and you already sound like you want me to ruin you."
"Because I do want you to ruin me."
Emily let out a pretty impressive growl as she grabbed your wrist and dragged you from the bar. Her SUV lit up as she hit the fob for it. She quickly climbed into the backseat and you followed, immediately straddling her lap.
"So needy," Emily muttered against your neck. "You've just been waiting for someone older to come and get you all night haven't you, baby?"
You nodded again. "Yes, mommy."
A full body shiver ran through Emily at the husky way you called her that. She couldn't remember the last time she had found someone so desperate, so submissive, so needy that she would follow the first person to give her attention out to an unknown car.
Emily sucked a mark into your neck biting down on the skin as you grinded and whined against her.
"Please."
"Tell me what you want."
"Anything." You grabbed the bottom of your shirt and ripped it over your head.
Emily chuckled at you. "How long has it been since someone has touched this gorgeous body?"
Her words made you stiffen a little but you recovered quickly knowing the length of the fingerless gloves on your arms would hide the scars that made you not as gorgeous as she thought.
"Too long." Way too long since you had a wanted touch instead of one just taking what the other person wanted. You pushed those thoughts away it was in the past you were supposed to be moving on.
"Hey! You are at least eighteen right?" You were in a bar but it never hurt to double check.
You nodded. "Yes mommy "
Emily's hands drifted down to her slacks and you dropped your head to put kisses on her neck and the shoulders not covered by clothing as you waited for her to pull her strap out. There was no hesitation when you moved your panties to the side and slid down onto it the second it was free.
You could honestly say that you have never once done something like this. You'd never had a one night stand and definitely had never had a stranger quicky.
"Slow down, baby, I'll give you what you need."
Her hands dropped to hold your hips steady until she was fully seated inside of you. Your lips were in her neck again keening as Emily started to fuck up into you.
You were nothing but a slut just like they told you. You were moving on your own now bouncing on her strap as she kissed your breasts.
Slut.
Whore.
Embarrasing.
Disappointment.
The insults swam circles in your head. You knew you needed to drown them out but it was impossible. They had become engrained in your mind. They were what you were.
"I'm going to come," you whined as your hips moved faster and harder. A small cry left you when you felt her fingers on your clit rubbing quick circles around it.
"I'm close, but I need you to come first." Emily was the type of lover that made sure you were completely sated when she fucked you. She didn't just take her orgasm and run.
All it took were a couple more deep thrusts and your body shook with bliss. You cried out loudly. You didn't care if people saw you fucking in a car. Emily helped you move your hips right up until she found her own pleasure moments later.
You were both panting heavily. You gave the stranger a kind smile and lifted your body from her strap. You quickly out on your shirt again.
"You're in a rush," Emily noted amused. The long and thick strap still beckoned to you from her hips and it took everything you had not to fuck her again.
"Yeah, work in the morning," you lied.
"Mmhm."
It was obvious she didn't believe you. She didn't try and get more out of you. She had wanted a quick release and got it transaction done.
Without exchanging names or any kind of information at all you hopped out her car and waved before you disappeared into the dark leaving Emily with a stupid grin on her face. She definitely would fuck you again if the opportunity arose for it.
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There was a slight tremor in your hand as you unlocked the front door. You were out way later than your mother liked. And of course there she was the second you walked in giving you a sharp but not unkind glare.
"Y/n. I know your dad didn't care how late you were out when you lived there, but this is a much bigger city. You're an adult and can stay out as late as you want. I just worry."
"Sorry, mom, I'll try and text you next time I'm coming home late."
JJ stood there and gave you a curt nod. She wasn't mad at you or anything just worried. You headed upstairs to your room collapsing on your bed.
Your mom has been extremely young when she had you still in high school. Your father wasn't much older but he came from a pretty decently wealthy family so he felt he could care for you better. JJ hadn't fought it. She knew you would have a better life with him. You saw her periodically throughout the years, but pretty much just lived with your dad until he kicked you out two years earlier for something that hadn't even been your fault.
It still hurt. It hurt that he had believed him over you. He didn't call you the same names as other people, but he still hadn't believed you. You had caught it all on video as you had been working on a school vlogging assignment when it happened. He hadn't even tried to watch the video that very clearly showed his girlfriend's son, who was twenty at the time while you were sixteen, hold you down and rape you.
He never wstched it. He just sided with them and told you that you had to go and he was going to buy you a plane ticket to go to your mom's. Before her he had been an amazing dad for you're entire life, but she changed him and now you had to suffer for it.
You rolled slightly and pushed on your nightstand to reveal the tiny hole where you stashed your razors. You pulled one out and looked at it for a long time.
Slut.
Whore.
Disappointment.
Bitch.
Dyke.
Hooker.
You ran the blade along your thigh twice watching as the red bubbled up in the razors wake. You allowed the noise to consume you then you told yourself to get over it. The razor went back into the hole. Nightstand moved back. Shower taken. Wound bandaged.
As you fought to fall asleep you realized it wasn't the attack that lingered in your mind. It was that beautiful breathtaking woman who had fucked you tonight.
You really wanted to see her again.