johnny’s just perverted enough that he def slips in a mobile-controlled vibrator in you before the two of you go out to meet his friends. he’s got the app in his phone, and is unforgiving when it comes to the settings. he ramps it up at the highest level when you reached your arm out to return price’s handshake, and you squeak, toppling down.
you tell them that it’s just a cramp, and nothing more. “sorry about that,” you say through gritted teeth.
john chuckles and says to not worry about it; says that maybe you need to sit down to catch your breath. you nod, thanking him softly, before ducking your head down to avoid their gazes because somehow you think they know your dirty secret.
that somehow they know that you’re plugged and leaking; that you’re desperate and itching for more because as much as the vibrator is too good, it’s not enough—
you avoid their gazes so you missed the way johnny passes his phone to simon; you missed the way john sits back, content to just watch for now, and the way kyle tips all of his whiskey into his mouth to wash away the burning excitement that’s filling him up.
Okay your Spencer smut might be the best I've ever read, could you maybe do one about Spencer absolutely manhandling reader and just like really rough sex. Idk maybe some jealousy or a bad case and he needs to take his anger out on you, just whatever you want.
And like just really rough with like edging and overstimulation and dacryphilia and just very very rough. And maybe some sweet aftercare or something like that
I'm in desperate need for Spencer to fuck me till I'm cum dumb :))
Thank you <33
oh
my god.
first off THANK YOU SWEETIE THATS TOO SWEET OF YOU!!
second off i’ve given the reader a thing I personally have where I kinda cum prematurely during sex 🫠 this means I get overstimulated really easily so I think it’ll pair with what you’re looking for :)
this is utter filth guys. also I KNOWWW some things are unrealistic but they’re hot so shove it.
so sorry this took so long and that the ending feels super rushed 😭
anyways enjoy!
you knew this was wrong.
hooking up with your coworker simply because this case was beating both your asses and sex wasn’t exactly presenting itself to you as a little pink box with a shiny ribbon on top.
the two of you had been going back and forth all day, snapping and jabbing at each other. theories were belittled and intellectuality degraded; everyone knew one of you was about to snap. they expected you to end up going through the dry wall or spencer out of the window.
they would never have expected to… explode in this way.
it was dirty. filthy. you both knew it.
and you both loved it.
he followed close behind you as you entered the hotel room and the door slammed behind him before his hands were all over you. he grabbed you by the upper arms, tugging you harshly into the wall. you hit it with a thud, your head bouncing off it.
you barely had time to get your surroundings before his hand was closing around your neck.
“do you get off on some sick power play to diminish me in front of everyone?” he hissed. “i’ve been doing this for years. you’ve been here for two seconds compared to my experience.”
“wow, prison sure did harden you up, huh. word from the team has it you were a little bitch before,” you could barely get your statement out before his hand was tightening, having you gasping for air as your airways closed up.
“shut the fuck up.” you would’ve snapped back, if you weren’t distracted by your buttons flying everywhere.
the two parts of the front of your now-ruined blouse were clutched in spencer’s hands. his face was the picture of rage, anger simmering in his gorgeous eyes and his lips pursed tightly.
“you asshole!”
“no. you need to be put in your place.”
you’d never been kissed with such ferocity. his lips smushed against yours, pressing them this way and that. it was messy, almost gross the way your tongues intertwined and saliva dripped. spencer pulled your hair from the crown of your head, harshly pulling your head back as his mouth immediately latched onto the column of your neck.
as he sucked and nipped, he pushed your blouse further off your shoulders the lower he went. your own fingers fumbled with his buttons, trying desperately to undo them. once your blouse was on the floor, he pulled away from you, throwing you onto the bed.
“dumb bitch can’t even undo some buttons?” he hissed, ripping your shoes off as you hastily unbuttoned your jeans.
“god, reid, shut up!” you wined as you squirmed your hips and pushed your jeans down.
“such a mouth on you.” he tutted patronisingly, rolling the sleeves of his half-buttoned-up shirt to his elbows and freeing his belt from his pant loops. “I ought to teach you a lesson.”
he chucked his belt onto the bed beside you before forcefully yanking your jeans off. he then grabbed your wrists in one hand, restraining you as he flipped you over. before you knew it, he was sat on the edge of the bed with you over his knee.
“reid!” you exclaimed as he folded his belt in half.
crack.
“ah!” your yelp sounded more like a moan, your ass stinging red.
the juxtaposition of spencer’s soothing hand and scrutinisingly-sweet voice overwhelmed your senses.
“aww, does the brat not know how to take her punishment with fucking dignity? this is what rude little girls get, you understand?” his tone boiled rage in you.
“fuck you.”
crack.
“ah!”
“count it.” he hissed.
“wha- what?”
crack.
“fucking count it!”
“one!”
“good girl.” his tone was condescending, as if he was talking to a misbehaving child trying to turn their behaviour around.
you counted every crack to your skin, your flesh burning as the belt came down on it. you eventually got to ten, your ass glowing red and cheeks tear-streaked. yet, by the time you got to ten, your pussy was soaked.
your hole oozed slick with every crack and caress that spencer administered to your cheeks. you whimpered in his lap, pressing your face into the comforter of the hotel bed.
“you dick.” you whimpered with a sniffle.
a smack to your hot rear had your back arching.
“i’ll show you dick.” spencer snarled.
he spread his legs, pushing you off of him and onto your knees between his. the stark contrast of your naked body and his fully clothed one was enough to have you grinding in your seat. spencer undid his flies and opened them, presenting his cock straining against his boxers to you.
he once again tangled his hand in your hair at the crown of your head before pulling you into his crotch. you let out a muffled whine, pushing on his thighs, but he held you still. you couldn’t move your face from his boxer shorts.
“lick.” he commanded, but you couldn’t hear him over your struggle. “I said, lick.”
it was degrading the way he had you lapping at his clothed cock like a damn dog. your tongue picked up bits of lint from the fabric of his boxers and the spot where his tip was leaking precum was damp and salty. it was disgusting. you couldn’t help but love it.
when your hands came up to the elastic of his boxers, he didn’t stop you from pulling them down. his cock stood up, taking your breath with it.
what he lacked slightly in girth, god damn did he make up for in length. he was huge, intimidating even.
“the fuck are you waiting for? what happened to the cock-hungry bitch licking my cock a second ago?” his words probed at something inside of you and you curled your hand around his cock, squeezing.
and god did you want to capture that breathy moan and head tilt that he released and keep it forever.
but his mood quickly shifted as his hands gripped your hair and shoved your face down onto his cock. gags, whimpers and tears left you as he hammered his cock into your throat, his pace relentless and bruising.
“god, this shut you up, huh? I should have you like this more often. bet you’d love it if I shut you up by shoving my cock into your mouth in the middle or the office, huh? show hotch and morgan what a slut you are for my cock. yeah? you want that attention?” he was mocking you! god knows what compelled you to hum and nod in agreement. “fucking whore. oh, look at you! fucking touching yourself?”
his cock was pulled out of your mouth, strings of saliva connecting you to it. ignoring your coughs and splutters, he manoeuvred his leg between yours, angling it so his shin rubbed deliciously against your core.
“wha- what are you doing?” you asked him, voice slightly hoarse.
“if you wanna get off so bad, you can hump my leg like the bitch you are!” he laughed.
anger flooded you, your nails biting into his calf and a frown coming over your face.
“no.”
“oh!”
his leg jolting up to meet your core had you moaning loudly. and you couldn’t help yourself. you started chasing that feeling, hips working overtime as you fully humped dr spencer reid’s leg. that was still covered by his stupid pants!
“aww, aren’t you just a needy bitch?” his tone was condescending, mocking as he lazily stroked his cock like you were simply porn material. you shook your head, prompting him to begin bouncing his leg up to meet your core. “come on, tell me what a needy bitch you are.”
“I’m a needy bitch,” you whispered out.
you found your arms wrapping around his leg as you pressed your whole body to him, still humping him.
“louder.” he ordered.
“I’m a needy bitch!” your voice is pitchy and whiny, almost screaming when he begins rocking his leg up to meet your sensitive clit.
you didn’t have to hump for long before you found your core tightening and your breathing becoming more laboured. you whimpered out how close you were, causing spencer to pull his leg from under you. the loss of balance had you falling into his knee, face smushing against the bony structure.
“wha…” you whimpered sadly as spencer pouted down at you with faux-sympathy.
“aww, is the little bitch all sad she can’t cum?” he asked condescendingly, making you sit straight again.
you sat in front of him on your knees, looking up at him with an angry pout. deciding to take matters into your own hands and stop waiting for his every order, you crawled to turn yourself around, revealing your back to him.
“what are you doing, huh?” he murmured.
you didn’t say anything, only lifting your ass up and down a few times as if you were shaking your ass on a dick. you felt it jiggle, looking back at him with a smirk. his pupils were blown and his hand loose around his cock.
“pet…” he warned and you took your chances.
still on the floor, you fell forward and pushed your ass into the air as you manoeuvred yourself into the deepest arch. you whined loudly as you did so, exposing your gooey, drooling hole to him. where you were sat, a wet patch glistened and the thin string connected to the carpet and your hole snapped. you heard spencer sigh shakily and squirmed on the bed. the sound of a zipper going back up sounded, the rustling of a button returning back to its hole.
only that’s where you’re wrong. he wasn’t squirming, he was standing.
three long fingers pushed easily into your hole, making you scream out. he kneeled over you, almost mounting you as he fingerfucked you. he was relentless, curling and uncurling his fingers at an ungodly speed. your slick dripped down his hand, sprayed over his forearm with the force of his movements and squelched loudly.
“trying to tease me?” he draped his body over yours as he hissed in your ear.
you whined pathetically, hips pushing back to meet his hand. he didn’t stop and you felt your orgasm drawing closer.
“oh god! oh god, oh god, oh god, I’m close!” you yelled out, only for his fingers to remove from your body. “wha- reid!”
“aww, I know. it’s hard being teased, isn’t it?” he asked, his tone as condescending as ever. you whimpered as you felt your orgasm dissolve.
and he plunged his fingers back in your pussy, grinning and laughing when you screamed out and your eyes rolled back. his fingers sped up and up and up until they stopped again.
each time you got close, he would stop touching you all together. he knelt over you and laughed as you begged and babbled pathetically. he was practically mounting you, you hadn’t even realise he’d pulled his cock out.
“you wanna cum, baby?” he asked, chuckling when you nodded and babbled pathetically. “of course you do.”
it was that night that you realised, you’d never experienced true pleasure until you had spencer reid fucking you like a madman.
his pace was relentless, bruising and wild. his hips slammed against your already sore ass and his tip bullied your cervix. tears rolled down your face, making him laugh.
“my little toy looks so pretty when she cries! aw, what’s the matter, princess?” he cooed mockingly in your ear.
“feels- feels so- so good…” you could hardly speak, hardly form a thought. it was too much.
you were cumming before you knew it, coating his cock in your cream. he laughed mockingly at you, hand coming down to draw little circles on your clit. you screamed and spasmed, knees giving up on you as you fell to the floor. he held you up by your hips, almost completely suspending your lower half.
“can’t even hold yourself up.” he grunted.
with one arm wrapped around your middle and the other hand at your clit, he chased his own orgasm in a haze of blinding hot pleasure. yet, you were cumming again before he was, your squirt splashing out onto his legs.
“oh, sweetheart! squirting all over me?” he laughed delightedly. “what a good girl. fuck, baby, I’m- hah- I’m close. gonna come inside. gonna- ha-ah- fill you up- fuck- yeah- claim you-”
his seed spilled into you in thick, copious amounts. you felt him fill you, your tummy swelling a little with the amount he was pumping into you.
“thank you, doctor,” you whimpered out, feeling all hazy and fuzzy.
he was panting above you, head thrown back in exhaustion.
“good girl. my good girl,” he murmured breathlessly. “let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”
you’d never been pampered as nicely as you were that night.
*~*~*
“ah! spencer! ah!” derek moaned at you, high pitched and over dramatic, as you place his coffee down on his borrowed desk.
you frowned, trying to keep a straight face.
“I don’t know what you’re doing, but I’d rather you kept your sexual fantasies to yourself. I think that’s something you discuss with reid,” you sniped.
“I think you discusssd a lot with reid last night,” he smirked. “oh my god! just like that spencer!”
“someone clearly wasn’t paying attention. he likes it when I call him doctor.” you say, stalking away.
from his seat opposite derek, spencer grinned at him in a way that clearly said: “yeah. she’s mine.”
Bimbo!reader and how Kyle would be the perfect partner for them and both would be serving cunt.
You two have been dating for so long that you can look at Kyle and wiggle your eyebrows and Kyle will nonchalantly drop his pants and sit down in front of the telly cause you telepathically told him that you wanted to hold his dick in your mouth cause it's lonely but you didn't want to miss the Golden Girls reruns either. He certainly doesn't mind.
Kyle doesn't bat an eye when you plead to him to let you take a picture of his cock so that your nail tech can match the color of his tip to your nails.
"You want another person to see my dick, love?" He raised a brow at you and held in a chuckle when you contemplated. You ended up taking a picture of it anyways.
Come the same night you take another picture with your freshly manicured hand wrapped around the base of Kyle's cock, blinged out with gems! French tips matching his pretty cockhead, your glitter gloss smearing on the tip as you kissed it sloppily for the photo, all matching the pretty brown tip of his cock.
warnings:mean ghost,rough sex, spanking, corruption kink, religious symbology,implied age gap(legal! 3-4 years),slapping,oral sex(m!receiving),choking, hair pulling, aftercare at the end❤️overstim? unprotected sex,
notes: I’m catholic im never getting into heaven 😭😭😭😭god im a whore I need to go to confession
“Crybaby.”
Ghost growled, his thick cock rutting into your puffy cunt, soft weeps falling from your lips as you pleaded, nails clawing at his shoulderblades, his hand immediately reaching for your wrist and yanking it away.
“Si—! Namngh! S’too—S’too much-“
A harsh slap to your swollen clit caused you to sob out, thighs moving to instinctively slam shut— forced open by the large hands holding them apart.
“Fucking take it, crying whore—shit, gonna fuckin’ stuff you full of my cum—yeah?”
Ghosts thick fingers slid inside your mouth, causing you to gag as fat tears slid down your rosy cheeks, feeling his hips still inside you, hot cum mixing with your slick.
make sure to say thank you! simon can’t waste his tasty cum on you if you won’t be grateful :((
“Crybaby.”
A harsh slap to your plushie bottom followed afterwards, sprawled across his lap like a good doll, hiccuping and sniffling as he battered your poor bottom.
“M’sorry—m’sosososorry!”
“Shut up.”
Another weep fell from your throat, his hand tangling through your hair—roughly yanking it back to accentuate his point, the back of his palm striking against your red hind.
“It’s a shame mummy and daddy never bothered to put”-
SLAP.
“Put manners in you, useless pricks.”
make sure to thank him for helping you behave, nobody likes it when someone’s bad!!
“Crybaby.”
You felt his thick cock ramming down your small throat, salty tears spilling from your innocent little eyes, lashes wet and mascara pouring down your cheeks, mixing with the tears, lipstick smeared across your face, and gathering at the base of his cock.
“Nasty cunt’, bet you like this, yeah? Makin’ you all cockdrunk—fuckk—yeah, can’t live without my dick, can you?”
A sharp yank on the pretty, pink rosaries wrapped around your neck made you pull back and gasp, saliva dripping from your swollen lips, his hands grasping the back of your head and shoving you back down, holding you between his thighs, nose rubbing against his pubic bone.
make sure to swallow every last drop! can’t waste his load !
“S’okay, dove..Did so good.”
His gruff voice replied, helping you bathe yourself; placing the pretty pink bath bomb into the bath, watching it fizzle as he ran the facecloth along your hickey-covered neck, gently kissing your tear-stained cheek.
the five of you had been going at it in price’s office for hours now. you were thrown over the captain’s desk on your back, absolutely spent. your cum-filled holes were gaping, your throat raw and your hands cramped.
but they weren’t done.
the task force stood around you as they tugged at their achingly hard cocks to the gloriously fucked-out picture that was you. fingers toyed at your nipples and your clit, your body adorning a slight tremble to it.
soap was the first to snap, spurts of hot cum flying onto your stomach. the sight of the thick globs landing on your stomach was enough to make gaz crumble, his load dribbling from his tip onto your face. and it really was a load of cum. price and ghost came in unison at the image of your body covered in their teammates’ cum, price too cumming on your face as ghost’s shot up your chest and stomach with the final dribbles landing on your clit.
it was sticky, disgusting, but the sensation was enough to make your overworked body cum again. you just hadn’t meant to squirt all over ghost’s cargos when he pinched your clit.
Anyways, Spencer Reid smut and bro is js a munch (that one MGG pie edit)
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH OH GOD!!
ok I don’t know if you want post or pre prison spencer so I’m doing both 😎
pre prison spencer:
he held his hair back, knelt between your legs as he gently licked at your weeping cunt. he was gentle with it, generous, his eyes closed in bliss as he drank your juices as they dribbled from your gooey hole.
he occasionally came up for air, taking a breath as he watched your reactions to his ministrations, before he dove straight back in for more.
he’s quite clean with it, not making too much of a mess since it’s all going into his mouth and keeping his mouth trained on your pussy.
he’ll make you cry from pleasure without even meaning to, without even realising you’re actually crying. he just loves your little cunt so much he loses himself in his own little pussy-drunk world.
post prison spencer
now, post prison spencer, post prison spencer does it different. post prison spencer holds you down as he devours you, licking wide stripes up your pussy and nips at your bruised thighs. he’ll place his entire mouth onto your clit and suck, flicking his tongue at an inhumane pace and slurping away.
post prison spencer doesn’t even come up for air, inhaling your scent and blowing hot air onto your cunt with each panting breath. he doesn’t stop for anything.
he’s messy with it. gets your slick all over his chin, his lips, his hands, your thighs, even running his juice-slick hands over your tits. will bite and lick your thighs, deep purple hickeys covering them.
whereas pre prison spencer doesn’t mean to make you cry from pleasure, post prison spencer goes in with the full intention of you finishing in tears.
but, each can make you cum and squirt all over his face.
mmsmskejnenenene had this thought older!bf john price dressing you up as his little slut.
he’d take you out to all the best boutiques in town, picking out the shortest skirts and the tiniest tops that show off all his favourite features of yours.
he’d pay for it all, from the most expensive victoria’s secret lingerie to the cheapest shein skirts with the shitty quality material he can (and has) rip(ped) apart in one hand.
he would take pride in knowing you love to parade yourself around, embracing your femininity and sexuality that’s all his. he would take pride in dressing you in the littelest outfits that make old ladies turn up their nose.
but the only downside, the two of you can’t make it out the house before he’s put his face up your skirt. he’ll tower over you, using his height to his advantage as he forces your onto the bed and simply presses his mouth to your cunt, clothed or not. one time, he cornered you in the hallway as you were putting your shoes on and pulled you down onto his face.
hiiii im actually so obsessed with how u write spencer!!! could i request sucking him off like in the kitchen or something and hes still in his suit after work and hes like rllllly pissed from a long day at work. and his hand is in your hair, when he finishes he kind of holds her in place so she cant get off to spit, goes in with his other hand to pinch her nose and tells her to swallow?
RUFF RUFF RUFF RUFF bless your brain.
you knew something was different the moment you entered the house.
the usually calm, library-like atmosphere your shared apartment with spencer held was replaced by a tight, thick tension that suffocated you.
“spence?” you called down the hallway as you kicked your shoes off and hung your coat.
this was a rare occasion, being home before spencer, but your big ceo boss was staying late which meant his assistant—you, had to stay late too.
you frowned when you didn’t get a response, instead padding further into the apartment on your white, stocking-clad feet.
“baby?” you didn’t see him in the living room so you turned to the kitchen where he stood with his back to you, leaning on the counter.
“you’re late,” god, how you hated when you couldn’t place his tone. he didn’t sound mad, but he didn’t sound… not mad.
“I’m sorry, owen had me running errands all night, his big meeting’s coming up and he’s really stressed,” you explained, not wanting an argument to start. you walked up to him, softly leaning on the counter beside him and running your hand up his arm.
his face was tense and his demeanour tight. he hardly moved at your touch, simply taking a long blink and a deep breath. he’d rolled his shirt sleeves to just below his elbows, the veins in his forearms prominent and thick.
“something’s wrong, long day at work?” you asked him. his fingers twitched on the counter, his eyes flicking down to you as he took in your work attire. the silence freaked you out a little. “baby, say something.”
nothing.
“does your boss have to see you looking so pretty?”
in a flash, he was on you. his hands all over you and his face in your neck as he kissed and nipped at your skin. you laughed in surprise, your own hands coming to his shoulders.
“look at you in that tight, little skirt and stupid silk blouse. d’you reckon he gets off on seeing you, seeing you in your pretty stockings. does he know I dress you every morning? does he know how expensive that blouse is? I do. I fucking bought you that blouse.” his words surprised you, but it all sunk into place in your mind as he pressed you against his front and you felt his bulge poking your hip bone.
you could only whimper, nails biting into his deep grey shirt and head tilting back.
“spence-“ “-come on let me feel you. let me feel your mouth, baby, I need it, I need it so bad.”
before you could respond, he was pushing you onto your knees with one hand on top of your head and the other undoing his belt. you sat on your knees, waiting for him to get his belt and flies open.
his cock stood tall in front of your face. thick, long and leaky, you closed your eyes happily as he smacked his length onto your cheeks and smeared his precum all over you. your eyes flashed open and a gasp tore your throat as he grabbed at the hair at the crown of your head and pulled it back.
your mouth opened as he guided your mouth onto his cock, the two of you groaning in unison. it wasn’t not long before he hit the back of your throat, your eyes closing as his cock reached its usual resting point. but he didn’t stop there.
your eyes opened and you look up to him as he kept pushing. his own eyes were fixed on the way he disappeared past your lips, ignoring your panicked whimpers as your nose drew closer to the small patch of hair at his pubic bone.
tears gathered as he pressed your face to his crotch and his groan of delight filled your ears. meanwhile, you were whimpering and gagging around his cock and smacking his thighs pathetically as you begged for him to move.
as he rolled his eyes with a sharp sigh, he pulled his cock out of your mouth and watched you, annoyed, as you coughed.
“breathe. gather yourself.” his words were short and demanding, waiting for you.
once again, he grabbed you by the hair and smushed your face into the underside of his cock.
“lick.” he instructed, a small smirk pulling at his lips when he felt your pathetic kitten licks. “oh, baby. I know you can do better than that.”
his teasing tone had you licking wide and long stripes up his cock as he enjoyed the feeling. not long after, he was jamming his cock down your throat again.
his hips worked overtime as he facefucked you, grinning down at your pathetic look. teary eyes, mascara-streaked cheeks, red complexion. and the cock sliding in and out of your spit-soaked lips.
feeling his pent up release hurtling towards him, he held your face down to his crotch again as he ignored your muffled wail. hot cum spurted into your mouth, some dripping down your throat. you pushed away from him, but he held you by your nose as he pressed down on your nostrils.
with half his cock in your mouth and your cheeks full of cum, you only wanted to spit into the sink. but, alas, the dreaded instruction came.
“swallow.”
“don’t wear your stockings tomorrow. I want owen to see the bruises.”
keegan could tell you didn’t really love your job. the customers were rude, the manager was constantly barking orders at you and you didn’t really get on with the other waitresses.
yet, you put on a smile. a bright, dazzling smile that drew the attention of everyone in the room. you gave a gorgeous, bubbly laugh at customers’ bad jokes, you kept your voice upbeat and cheery and you treated everyone with kindness.
but from his not-very-busy juice bar, keegan watched your quiet moments stood on your own where you let your smile drop and lost yourself in your head a little.
“you have a gorgeous smile y’know.”
he hadn’t meant for it to sound so… forced. you’d looked up from where you were balancing three cups of juice onto a tray. and there it was.
a smile stretched onto your face, a real, genuine, sunshine-y smile.
“oh! thank you. I wouldn’t have thought anyone noticed it,” god, your voice was just angelic.
“how could you not? it’s the best part of my shift,” keegan mentally cursed himself for sounding so desperate, but lost himself at the sound of your sweet giggle.
“well thank you! you’re so sweet. I always look forward to speaking with you,” he felt his cheeks heating up at your words.
“nah, you’re just saying that,” he waved you off.
“no I mean it!”
“I swear to god, get those drinks over to table 20, they look as if they’ve had no water for the past three months,” the manager loomed over you both - still not as tall as keegan - and you shrunk away, bowing your head.
“sorry, sir-“
“I don’t wanna hear it.” he stormed away, finding a new victim to berate.
“well, I should get these over to table 20,” your cheery demeanour was clearly dampened, but keegan tried not to mention it.
to his surprise, you straightened up and flashed him a toothy, shiny smile before bidding him a sunny goodbye and carrying the tray of juices to table 20.
need another girl to make out with me all messy and dirty while we drool on our tits <3 rubbing our wet pussies together and squirting all while a man or a group of men jerk off to it <3
hi hi hello, i’m actually clinically obsessed with the way you wrote post-prison reid, so i was wondering if i could get a quick smut wip about spence x fem reader with an oral fixation, and him just going nuts about it. greatly appreciated for my messed up brain, thank you🙏🏻🫶🏻
ps have a good day, and take your time<33
um yes I creamed.
spencer had always known about your oral fixation.
he’d catch you chewing on pens, the lid of your lipgloss, once even sneaking his tie away from him while listening to hotch and nibbling on the pointed end. he’d find you snacking throughout the day, and when asked, you’d simply say ‘my mouth feels lonely’. kuchisabishii, the japanese call it.
spencer had always known about your oral fixation.
the way you fumble for his fingers while he’s ramming into your tight hole and draw them to your mouth, the way your eyes roll back when you get your mouth around them and suck.
it sends him certifiably insane.
he loves to pull his cock out of you just before you cum and make you suck your own juices off his glistening length, edging you for his own pleasure. it’s dirty, depraved. but he loves it.
sometimes, he’ll make you cockwarm him with your hot, wet mouth. he could be watching a movie, having the lunch you’d forced him to eat or doing paperwork. when you ask why he has so much to do, he simply shove your back down on his cock, you’re too silly to understand, sweetheart; besides, you’re happier with your mouth around his cock.
and, with a mouthful of salty cum running down your throat, you can’t help but agree.
authors note: inspired by a post I saw a while ago by @ghouljams
warnings: f!reader, eating cum out of a fleshlight, p in v sex, praise, language, anal fingering-ish
You had meant it as a joke, honestly. König knew you’d been with girls in the past- it wasn’t a secret.
So when you told him you missed eating pussy, you didn’t think he’d feel any type of way about it.
You definitely didn’t think you would find yourself here.
König’s cum was thick, sticky, and covering the fleshlight he had shoved into your face, “Go on, kleine maus. If you missed eating cunt so badly, why don’t you clean her off, jetzt?”
And fuck it, you obliged. Leaning forward you swiped your tongue through the folds. Salt and silicone filled your senses as König maneuvered your naked body to be face down ass up on your bed. Now your face was smushed into the toy as you continued to lap and suck, swallowing every greedy dollop of cum that overflowed out.
You smiled, wiggling your ass in anticipation as König spread your folds with his long cock. He slowly speared you, palming your ass as you moaned into the toy.
“Sehr gut, so tight around me. Bet you like getting filled with my load from both ends, no?”
You whimpered as he began thrusting into you, slow and deep. He was carefully rearranging your guts and filling your mouth simultaneously. It was bliss.
That’s it, eat her good as I fuck you. Bedürftige hure,”
You clenched around him as you felt his hand begin to wander, one calloused thumb pressing into your puckered ass.
You moaned out, “Ah, fuck Kö- more please,”
He laughed, pressing down on your back and forcing your arch to deepen, “Just like that. Cream around my cock, and I’ll fill you up. You’d like that, right? Come now, let go for me,”
And oh did you let go, creaming and clenching around him as you wept into the fleshlight. Salty tears mixing with the cum you were so dutifully cleaning up.
this little worm has wiggled its way into my mind and won’t leave 😵💫 part 2
imagine a young keegan russ, maybe around 17/18?, whose enrolment in military school has relocated him to a whole new state. he’s got a few dollars in his back pocket, but not enough to buy him the nice pillows or blankets in the tuck shop.
so he gets a job.
it’s in some restaurant, one that does large portions of foreign food that smell delightful. greek, maybe? definitely middle eastern, though. most of the workers have a light brown complexion with dark hair and thick brows, long noses and plump lips. he stands out like a sore thumb.
but with his tight, military schedule, he can only do a few hours here and there. which the restaurant don’t mind, it seems this town is full of floundering military school kids. so they put him in charge of the juice bar.
keegan feels a bit stupid stood among the shiny, fake fruit decor and creased hanging vines. but he just reminds himself of the good pay he’s getting for putting in these pathetic hours. he follows the recipes, gets through the day, picks up his pay packet.
rinse and repeat.
you were the first waitress to talk to him, and god did you take his breath away. you had skipped up to his bar, a crumpled, little notepad clutched in your hand and pen tucked behind your ear in a dorky way, but he found it cute.
“hey! you’re new, right?” your voice was like gentle heaven on his ears.
“um, yeah. I am.” internally, he was ripping his vocal cords out and cursing himself for sounding so awkward. but he remained emotionless on the outside. “keegan.”
“y/n, it’s nice to have someone new around,” your smile melted his heart and his mind, butterflies erupting in his rising stomach.
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