A/N: I needed to get myself out of retirement and just went to a Cupcakke show and sometimes when you write something this unserious you are able to strike some inspiration. I also refuse to apologize (okay, I apologize a little)
CW: Sexual language, innuendos, nothing explicit (IMO)
“Come onnnnn babe, you’re being dramatic. I didn’t even know I was on your account.” Y/N explained to her boyfriend, the Evan Buckley.
He rolled his eyes and gave her a look that said ‘really?’ “Okay, so you forgot, cool. That doesn’t explain why you were listening to Cupcakke at 2 p.m. on a Tuesday. And of course I didn’t expect it to come blaring through the car when I was driving Chris and Eddie home.”
She needed to plan her next sentence carefully, very carefully. Entrapment? “Explain to me how in the hell I was supposed to know you were logged into my Spotify that I pay for with a child in your car. It couldn’t have been that bad…” Her sentence trailed off, she knew that it was in fact, that bad.
“Besidesss he’s a teenager, right?” She winced as she said it, it wasn’t a good defense. Buck just stared at her in disbelief. 2 p.m. on a Tuesday and she was listening to a track called Deepthroat.
Evan grumbled a response, “I don’t even understand the appeal of her music. It’s all about sucking dick and eating ass. So. What is the appeal then?”
She was about to laugh him off when she caught his very serious expression in the reflection of the fridge. “I– well– it’s inspirational and relatable.”
His eyes almost left his skull. “Y/N! Inspirational? Relatable? What?”
Y/N shrugged as she grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator. “Not sure how far you got into the song, but the “my panties stuck in my ass” was a relatable line for me. And inspirational, she’s better than a pastor. She’s a lyrical genius, what do you mean, “roses are red, violets are blue, all about the head like I’m in beauty school”? Like that’s fire. You just don’t get it, I guess she’s only for those with taste.”
“Seriously Y/N? They thought it was my music. Besides, Deepthroat??” he questioned her again.
“Who cares if they thought it was yours. And yes, deepthroat, wanna find out?” She wiggled her brows suggestively and left the kitchen. Of course he followed, Buck would do anything she asked (or didn’t).
Day 3 - Virginity/Innocence - Penelope Garcia x Reader
Summary: In which your virgin status is revealed to your best friend and she decides to do something about it.
WC: ~1k
It was kind of embarrassing being a 24-year-old virgin, but you were more focused on a career than sex. That worked out for you and you ended up at the FBI at the ripe age of 23. In the year that passed, you were too busy doing fieldwork and the paperwork that followed to have any dates, much less one night stands. On this rare night off, you and the team were over at your best friend, Penelope’s apartment. Everyone’s wine-drunk and someone, probably Penny, decides to suggest a game of truth or truth. Really, you have nothing to lose, well except your virginity, but nothing in the sense of this game, so you’re the first to agree to play with the rest of the team following your lead. The questions started out innocent enough, like your first and current celebrity crush, any current crushes, and once everyone was tired of “boring questions”, someone decided to start asking more scandalous ones. Since you were first to agree to the game, you were the target of the first question.
“So… Y/N, tell us about when you lost your virginity. What was it like?” Your eyes widened at the boldness of the question, and you quickly scrambled to make up an answer.
“It was okay, I guess. You know, it was a first time, probably the exact same as you guys’.” The words came out jumbled and rushed, and Penelope looked at you with concern written all over her features. She turned to you and mouthed ‘you okay’ before you nodded and allowed the next person to ask a question. The game continued until everyone was ready to go to their respective homes and sleep off their drunkenness. Previously, you had asked Penelope if you could spend the night, so you were making up the couch when she re-entered the living room.
“Y/N. You know you’re not sleeping on the couch in my house, grab your blanket and come to bed, it’s big enough for both of us.” Immediately following her instructions, you grabbed your stuff and followed her to the bedroom. You got settled into bed, and turned towards Penelope to see if she was still awake. Only in the darkness of her bedroom would you dare to say what you were about to say out loud.
“Penny… you know how we tell each other everything...” You weren’t sure if she was asleep, and if she was it was actually better for you, that way you could admit it without actually admitting it. “Well, I acted so weird when the topic of my first time came up during the game because I haven’t had one yet. I know it’s embarrassing, but I haven’t had the time to do it, and I guess I just didn’t feel comfortable with anyone.” After your admission, you took a few deep breaths, the words taking all of the air from your lungs. For a few moments, you didn’t receive an answer and assumed she was asleep. You were going to turn over, but then she grabbed your hand. Penelope was gazing into your eyes lovingly, you assumed, the only light coming in was from the moon outside.
“Would you want to… now?” Penelope murmured the question in such a soft whisper that if Y/N declined, it could’ve just been the wind. If she was being completely honest, the idea of her best friend being a virgin and Penelope being the one to open her eyes to the amazing world of sex. Y/N nodded sheepishly, feeling a bit embarrassed by her confession, and a bit shocked that Penelope offered to do something about it. She loudly cleared her throat.
“Yeah… Pen… that’d be nice, but tonight, can you just…” she trailed off nervously and took a deep breath. “Eat me out?” The latter part of the question was almost a whisper, and she couldn’t believe how crude she was being. Penelope motioned for her best friend to lay on the bed, lightly tapping her outer thigh so she would spread her legs. The literal second Y/N asked, it was like Penelope transformed into a different person.
“Spread your legs, pretty, I don’t have all night to ravish you… although I wish I did.” Penelope’s pupils were blown with a hunger that was simply primal. She slid Y/N’s shorts and panties down her legs, throwing them in the corner. Penelope used two fingers to spread her friend open, blowing a testing stream of air on her center. She gauged her need, and her pussy was practically pulsating in Penelope’s face. Penelope decided to end her suffering and immediately dove in, placing a couple of licks on her clit before taking the entire bud in her mouth and sucking. Penelope moaned at Y/N’s taste, “mm… so good, can’t believe I’m the first one to taste this pretty cunt, it’s so rude of you to keep it hidden from everyone.”
Y/N’s back arched in pleasure as Penelope ate her like it was the last meal of her life. “More. Please more.” she whined, unable to believe she was begging and that her best friend was eating her out. Penelope hummed and immediately obliged, plunging one finger into her and quickly turning that into two.
“So tight, so pretty. I’ve got so much to teach you love. I’m going easy on you tonight… for your sake.” Y/N let out a chorus of moans at Penelope’s words, getting closer to her peak. She felt it embarrassing how quickly she was about to cum, but it turned Garcia on even more. Penelope looked at her friend with a wicked smirk. “Come on… I know you’re close, and trust me, this is going to be completely different than anything you’ve done by yourself.” At her best friend’s command/permission, she finally let go. Penelope was right, the orgasm racked her body and was unlike anything she’d felt by herself. Penelope removed her fingers slowly, putting them in Y/N’s mouth.
“Penelope… please. Fuck me.” Y/N whined around her fingers. She had left all of her self-respect and dignity when she decided to fuck her best friend.
Penelope shook her head in denial. “Baby, you did so good, but I can’t fuck you tonight, that’d be too much for you to handle. There’s always tomorrow.” She winked.
Day 2 - Rodeo (aka the face riding fic 😘)- Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin
WC: 1.5k
Summary: After moving in with Hangman, you were experiencing a problem. You hadn’t had an orgasm in weeks, and the urge was becoming more and more prominent, luckily for you, your selfless roommate decided to offer his help with the task.
Once you decided to move in with Jake, you thought you’d regret the decision, you didn’t… yet. He was extra respectful of your space and allowed you to do whatever you wished. As of late, that involved bringing home various men trying to relieve stress, which was code for having an orgasm. All of your conquests were unsuccessful, and even your vibrator wasn’t cutting it. Honestly, you felt bad for Jake having to hear you fake all of those orgasms or not even finish. It was midnight around two weeks after you began your conquest to cum, and you figured Jake was already asleep based on his routine. You reached in the nightstand and pulled out a new vibrator you had gotten to try and solve this problem. Making yourself comfortable, you turned on the TV to mask the noise. After about thirty minutes, it still wasn’t working. So you actually began watching the TV and turned your vibrator off. Eventually, your brain allows you to fall into a slumber. Unbeknownst to you, Jake was aware of all of your escapades. The TV didn’t do shit for the sound of your vibrators, and having pleasured a woman many times, he could tell you were faking it. He decided to make breakfast for you in the morning because he didn’t have work, and honestly pitied your situation. You walked into the kitchen and god, you looked like hell; you would always be beautiful to him, but you weren’t your usual self today.
“Late night darlin’?” He followed the question with a knowing smirk.
“Honestly, I don’t want to talk about it. It’s been a rough two weeks.” Seeing how defeated you were from the stress and not getting it alleviated was killing Jake. He wanted to help you, but didn’t want things to be weird between the two of you.
“Can we talk?” Hangman dropped his usual bravado in favor of an attempt at a caring demeanor. You shook your head yes, not understanding what you did wrong, “Hey, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve told you that you’re a dream to live with, and I mean that.” Jake decided to abandon the care that way he could play his next statement off as a joke in case he needed too. “Well… I know about your little predicament. And I um- wanted to know if you wanted help.” Your eyes went wide at the blonde aviator’s mention of your problem. “Yeah darlin’ I can hear you faking it through the wall.”
“Would you do that?” you asked with a shyness you usually didn’t have around Jake. You were too comfortable around him, which is why you never expected this to happen. Jake was a really good friend, you used to cry to him when everything got to be too much, but you no longer did that, now you poured your heart out over a drink to a new person every night (they were mostly men because all the women around were straight, but that’s besides the point). The reason you did this is because you were tired, of men, of relationships, everything. The thing you had with Jake was special, perfect, and you didn’t want to ruin it because you couldn’t cum. You were spiraling and overthinking now, and Jake could tell from the look on your face. He walked around the counter and cradled your face in his hands.
“Darlin’, if we’re being honest here, I’d go get the moon if you asked me for it.” The way he was looking at you, so tenderly and like you were something to be cherished, made you want to kiss him or hide in a hole from embarrassment, you couldn’t tell which. For a moment you struggled to find words, eventually, you just nodded and walked to your bedroom. Jake stayed in the kitchen, awaiting verbal approval before entering your bedroom.
“Jake, are you coming or not?” you semi-yelled from your bedroom. You walked into your ensuite bathroom trying to decide if you want to change into some better looking and matching underwear. Eventually, you made the decision to change into a lacy purple set with a robe because it was one of your favorites. When you gathered up enough courage to exit the bathroom, Jake was waiting patiently on your bed. He raised his head so your gaze connected with his.
He whistled immediately as you walked through the door. “Goddamn” he muttered under his breath, and being a god-fearing Texan, he didn’t damn God often. You bit your lip in slight nervousness as you approached the bed, it’s not like you were insecure or anything, just doing this with Jake of all people felt… different. This time it wasn’t just sex, it seemed like something that transcended physical attraction and was approaching dangerous territory. This time it meant something, at least to you. Jake immediately picked up on your nervousness and decided to offer you a simple alternative to your predicament. “Darlin’, if you’re that damn nervous, I can just eat it and then the night can be over. Matter of fact, I don’t want to eat you out.” A small frown appeared on her face at that, and she immediately began a spiral of insecurity before he held a hand up. “Not like that darlin’, I know you’re afraid of heights, but can you make an exception? You make exceptions for roller coasters and I believe this could be even better than that for you…” Her brows furrowed in confusion, and she stared at him with a blank expression.
“What do you– oh.” A look of understanding crossed her face, and she debated his proposal for a moment. “And if I crush you? I’m not a small girl.” She laughed at her own comment, thinking of the logistics of the situation, Jake did not like that, at all.
“Y/N. Get your ass up here and stop whining. I’d love nothing more than for you to sit your pretty self on my face and take whatever you need.” Jake’s tone left no room for argument, and he laid back on the bed with a smirk on his face, looking over at her with an expectant expression. He beckoned her over. “Don’t make me beg, not tonight.”
She rolled her eyes and slid her panties off before getting on the bed. Y/N took a few moments to get comfortable before hovering over his face for a moment. Jake, ever impatient, pulled her voluptuous thighs down so she was sitting directly over his mouth. “There’s my good girl” he hummed against her before diving in, licking and sucking at her like a man starved, because he was. Ever since moving in with Y/N, Jake hadn’t been intimate with a woman because he felt it was disrespectful to his roommate and definitely not because he caught feelings for her within the first week… it definitely wasn’t that.
She began to grind against his face, the feeling already more pleasurable than anything she’d felt in the last two weeks, possibly ever. Fuck, he was good at this. She wanted to overthink things, but there’s no way he wasn’t attracted to her if he was tongue fucking her like that, and he’s the one who suggested it. He paid special attention to her clit, making a guess that his motions would get her closer, and it was confirmed with a breathy moan of his name. She began to rock her hips against his face, focusing on nothing except getting herself closer, and she was almost there. Jake could feel her tightening around his tongue and decided to return his focus to her clit, attempting to push her over the edge. Her breathing and heart rate quickened and was now rapid as she approached her high. The chorus of noises leaving her mouth was the only sound in the room besides the quiet hum of the air conditioner in the background.
Finally, she came with a soft moan of his name, and he continued lapping at her clit and hole as he took everything she gave him. After a minute, she whined from the overstimulation and moved herself off of his face. She sat on the edge of the bed and caught her breath. Jake looked at her nervously, “you want me to go?” Y/N shook her head in vehement denial of his statement.
“Stay. Talk later, hold me now. But thank you.” After her orgasm that Jake graciously gave her with no strings attached, she felt the weight slowly lifting from her shoulders. He immediately obliged her request and moved behind her and pulled her into his chest.
“Don’t thank me. You were delicious, and you did so good, I know you were nervous. That was the most fun I’ve had since you moved in, and don’t even worry about returning the favor, it was my pleasure darlin’.” She nodded and hummed at his statement, yawning as she began to drift off to sleep.
As a busy university student, I am going to attempt to post on the odd numbered days this month because I am exhausted. There are at least two fics queued up and so many in progress. Great things are cumming (dad joke) soon darlings, sorry for the wait!
Day 1 - Voyeurism - Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley x Cam!Girl Reader
A/N: LA inaccuracies, I am only a Southerner with no knowledge of the West Coast. My darlings, just a reminder that all of my writing is assuming a fat/plus-size MC <3
WC: ~900
Making the decision to move across the country to California was not an easy one, but with your side gig, you were able to move wherever you wanted and there were more collab opportunities out there. You were a professional by day and a cam girl by night. Rent in Los Angeles was expensive, so you had to pick up another job while you were there to maintain your standard of living. Firefighting had always interested you, so you moved and started training. After successfully completing your training at the top of your class, you were assigned to the 118, rumored to be one of the best houses in the Los Angeles area.
Everyone in that station was fine, with a capital F, but you couldn’t do that, especially with your other job. Feelings, fucking, and financial means gotten by filming porn did not mix. The day started slow, but then someone said the “q” word (quiet), and the rest of the day went to hell. After getting back in the truck after your toughest call of the day, an 8 car pileup on the highway with multiple civilian casualties, including children, you just wanted to sit in silence. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Hen staring at you puzzled. Then realization dawned on her.
“Oh wait, I know where I recognize you from now. You used to dance at 7 Doors Down, we saw you when we were on our honeymoon.” Shit. That is the second worst thing Hen could’ve said to you in that moment, the first being that she recognized you from your work in the “film” industry.
“What?” you turned towards Hen with a pleading look hoping she won’t repeat the words that came out of her mouth. In return, she just raises her brow and nods her head, almost agreeing to drop it for now. Unbeknownst to you, your roommate heard this conversation and got more than curious. He immediately ran to the locker room and opened up Google.
He felt a little like a perv, but curiosity got the best of him, he found the club, but no specific information on the website. Then he opened up Twitter to expand his search, after an endless amount of doom scrolling, he came across something rather promising. And holy shit, you were in the video, stripping like you didn’t have any cares in the world, and coincidentally, there was a personal account linked to the tweet because your friend had been the one to post it. Buck knew he should stop, by doing this it was already a violation of your privacy, but he was too intrigued. He clicked the link to your personal?, no this couldn’t be a personal page… oh. That was you, naked, spread out, and moaning on his phone. Buck couldn’t believe his shy, sweet co-worker was a cam girl. He immediately locked his phone and slammed it into the bench he was sitting on. After thinking about his actions for a moment, he unlocked his phone and continued to scroll through the page, when a notification pinged for a new tweet.
@y/n.at.night: rough day at work… who’s ready for a live stream in the work showers?
She couldn’t be about to… no, she’s not that crazy. Buck had no choice to investigate, from a distance. He went out to his car and watched as Y/N started the live stream and holy shit… she was filming from the showers at the firestation. Buck immediately bounded out of the car and towards the fire station, letting his curiosity get the best of him. He entered the communal showers with the stealth of a cat, following the sound of rushing water and ignoring the blood rushing to his dick. Finally, he found the only occupied shower stall in the station, the one in the back corner.
His mouth went dry after seeing her silhouette through the thin liner of the shower. Buck knew what she was doing, but couldn’t bear to look away. After what felt like an eternity to him, Buck ripped the curtain open. Y/N’s eyes widened as her coworker ripped open the shower and she paused the motion of her fingers against her core. She raised a brow and looked at Buck, knowing she couldn’t say anything without it being caught on stream, and then they would both be in a fuck-ton of trouble. Y/N continued her previous actions, her fingers harshly rubbing against her clit as the steaming shower water cascaded down her bare form.
Although what he was watching was down-right sinful, Buck couldn’t help but feel like he was watching an angel. The way her shoulder blades were pressed into the tile of the shower and the soft gasps coming out of her mouth as she pleasured herself turned him on even more. As she got closer, her head tipped back against the wall of the shower and her back arched in pleasure. A soft moan escaped her lips as she finished around her fingers, prolonging her orgasm for as long as possible before removing her fingers and ending the stream. Y/N looked over at Buck, her shy and quiet demeanor now returning and probably doubling because of the lewd position he caught her in, “I guess we should probably talk about that huh?”
AN: Came out of my hiatus to write this because this semester is kicking my ass and it just started, but Penelope deserved a Valentine’s Day fic. As usual, all my writing is with a plus-size reader in mind, but read it however you like!
WC: 714
Penelope Garcia was a ray of sunshine to everyone, to some she was their God-given solace, you however, were lucky enough to call her your wife. You were graced with her presence along with her glittery and bubbly attitude every day of the year. Valentine’s Day was fast approaching, which meant you had a lot to put together in a small time frame. Of course, there was the basic day of stuff, like flowers, trinkets, and chocolates, but you already did that for her everyday just because. You had your work cut out for you, and it was crunch time.
She deserved the world and you were determined to give it to her. You immediately went to the store to start constructing her gift. When walking into the store, a hot-pink heart shaped basket with cutouts immediately caught your eye. It was the last one on the shelf so you went and grabbed it before retrieving a shopping cart. Beside it you saw some lavender tissue paper, it went into the cart as well. You grabbed some of her favorite chocolates and flowers, and couldn’t help yourself from picking up some for yourself as well. Deciding on the larger gift was more of a hassle, because you didn’t know what to get for the woman that had everything (part of that being your own doing). After that, you found an adorable balloon dog stuffed animal that was hot pink, that Penelope just had to have in your opinion. After loading the cart up with a few (a lot) more things that were definitely necessary for her gift (not at all), you checked out and took it all to the car.
Once you and your stuff became situated in the car, you saw an old pair of her glasses in your console which gave you an idea. Recently, she had been complaining that her glasses were becoming worn and the prescription was a little out of date, so you decided to get her a substantial gift card to her favorite optical shop. Additionally, a new vacation destination had just been brought to your attention courtesy of TikTok, so you also booked you two a vacation in June to the Jellyfish Lake in Indonesia. After getting through all of the random ideas that your brain came up with immediately after leaving the store, it was time to head home.
Arriving at your home that night, you could see the lights off everywhere except the kitchen, so you assumed Penelope was either trying some new recipe or was knocked out on the couch after attempting to watch her TV show. The answer was the latter. You attempted to be quiet trekking upstairs to hide the things in the guest room to no avail. Halfway up the stairs, Penelope called for you, and the brightest idea at the time was to place her gifts in the hall closet and retrieve them later. After a large commotion you returned down the stairs to find your wife, in a new pair of glasses? Damn. At least the gift card doesn’t expire. Penelope was so overcome with holiday spirit that she insisted you guys exchange your gifts early (two weeks early aka now). You agreed on the condition that she would give you some time to put the finishing touches on your gift and assemble it. Speed-walking up the stairs, you grabbed your stuff from the hall closet and took it to the guest bedroom. You quickly, but not sloppily, made the basket look straight out of a magazine, with the larger gifts placed around it on the bedspread. You called Penelope up to look at her gifts.
When presented with the gifts, Penelope began to tear up at the thoughtfulness in each piece of the gift, which mattered more than the cost. In turn, she got you a white pine bookcase, which reminded you of the plethora of pine trees that you grew up around, as well as a vacation to a beach you used to frequent in childhood. Honestly, Penelope did not need to get you anything because her being there was enough for you. You two just exchanged gifts as an expression of your love, and also you loved seeing the look on her face unwrapping new things.
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Kinktober Day 1 - Under the Blanket (Regina/Gretchen)
The blonde-haired girl looked around her living room, making sure that all of the blankets and snacks were in their place. Regina had invited the girls over to her house for a Halloween movie night. She glanced down at her phone, seeing that the girls should start arriving at any moment. Hearing a knock, she quickly made her way to the front door. Opening it up, she saw Cady and Karen standing there in their Halloween-themed pajamas. She smiled at the two girls and invited them in, they quickly claimed their spots on the two armchairs, leaving the couch open for Regina and Gretchen. Speaking of Gretchen, Regina heard another knock on the front door and saw the other girl in front of her. Smiling widely, Regina looked Gretchen up and down, the girl was absolutely stunning, granted, she was wearing pink silk pajamas that were covered in bats and moons, but Regina had never seen something more beautiful. Clearing her throat, Regina stepped aside so Gretchen could walk in, following her into the living room, and sitting next to her on the couch. Cady grabbed the remote, searching for a scary movie to put on. She decided on Smile and relaxed into her chair while eating some popcorn. As the movie goes by, a jump scare happens, causing Gretchen to jump and quickly move closer to Regina, hiding her head in her shoulder. Regina chuckles, grabbing the blanket that she had covered her lap up with, passing some of it over to Gretchen, covering both of them up. Soon, Gretchen recovered from the scare and pulled her head out of Regina’s shoulder. Regina smiled down at the girl, placing a hand on her thigh, softly rubbing it with her thumb. Some time passes by before Regina gets bored of the movies and decides to have some fun with Gretchen, considering the fact that this wouldn’t be the first time this has happened. Slowly inching her hand up Gretchen’s thigh, she glances over at the girl, awaiting a reaction. Gretchen looks over at her, raising an eyebrow. Regina takes this as a sign to continue and slides her hand into Gretchen’s shorts and past her thong. Gretchen bites her lip, holding back a moan as Regina’s fingers ran over her clit. Regina smirked as her eyes were completely off the TV, fully on Gretchen now. Regina started paying attention to where Gretchen needed her the most, just like many other times this had happened, normally she would have Gretchen begging to touch her but with the other two girls in the room, it was her job to make sure the girl stays quiet but making it hard for her to. Regina deliberately traced shapes on Gretchen’s clit, knowing just how to drive her wild. Gretchen let a soft moan out before quickly trying to cover it up with a cough, hoping the other girls didn’t hear. Regina’s movements become quicker and harder, wanting to give Gretchen exactly what she wanted. After a few moments, Gretchen’s grip on Regina’s arm tightened as she buried her head in Regina’s shoulder once again. This wasn't the first time this happened, and it surely wouldn’t be the last.
Under the Blanket - Aaron Hotchner x Reader - Kinktober Day 1
WC: 730
You weren’t exactly sure how you got into this predicament… it was supposed to be an innocent night of watching Halloween movies at your boss's home with the team. You really were more like family than coworkers because of the amount of time you all spent together. Which kind of makes it worse that you were doing what you’re doing right now. As of late, the two of you have been having relations that were better if the team and both of your superiors were not aware of them. It all started on a particularly rough case where you needed some support after. Then your slightly older boss came by your hotel room and proceeded to provide that comfort. And the emotional comfort turned into sexual comfort, and quite frankly, it was the best sex of your life. The difference in age made a big difference here, he basically introduced you to a whole new world of pleasure that you never knew existed, and you, you pushed him to be more adventurous in sexcapades because you only live once and sometimes you can find pleasure in unexpected situations.
This is technically Aaron’s fault for inviting the entire team over, you thought it was just you two at first. You were hoping that your first child-free night in a while was going to be more exciting. The first half of the movie, you stayed to yourself, and under your side of the blanket, actually trying to enjoy it, but then you were struck by an ingenious idea. If you quietly had your way with him, the team wouldn’t even know, as long as Hotch could maintain his composure, which should not be a problem for a man as stoic as himself. Towards the midpoint of the film, you scooted over towards your boss-with-benefits feigning being chilly and that he was hogging the blanket.
Slowly, making an attempt to not be noticed, you slid your hands in the top of his pajama pants. He raised a brow in your direction, but that did not deter you from completing your mission. You began to slowly palm him through his boxers. Aaron looked at you almost pleading, but you were just beginning. Once you got bored, you trailed your hand back up his body to rest on his stomach. Now he was obviously hard and the annoyance was clearly present on his face. You let him sit like that for a few minutes, before returning your hand close to your previous spot. This time, you dipped your hand under the waistband of his boxers and grabbed his dick and wrapped your hand around it. Lazily you began stroking it, gradually picking up speed. Hotch was trying desperately to not make a sound to alert the team of your current situation. He reached down to grab your wrist to aid in your movements. You quickly pulled away and resumed your ministrations on his cock. Once he was reaching his endpoint, you pulled your hand away and placed it into your lap. Instinctively, he whimpered at the loss of contact. The entire team turned their heads toward a very disheveled looking Hotch and a not-so-innocent looking you.
You immediately put on the most concerned expression you could muster without bursting out in laughter. “Aaron, are you okay? You look a little red.” You moved closer to him and placed your hand on his crimson cheeks. Before he speaks, he clears his throat.
“I’m goo- actually, I need some medication. Y/N do you mind going with me to get some from the kitchen. I’m not sure I have the strength to make it there and back.” You wanted to tell him no, but that made you seem like an asshole, so you got up and walked him to the kitchen. Once crossing the threshold, he grabbed your hips and pressed them into the counter.
“Y/N. You didn’t have to do that to me, especially in front of the team. They definitely know something is up, but at this point I don’t care. Not making any noise was pure torture, and now it’s your turn. You better hope they don’t turn around or they’ll see you bent over the kitchen counter full of your boss's dick. And we wouldn’t want that would we?” He asked in the most condescending tone, and stared down at you darkly.
Freudian Slip - Emily Prentiss X Reader (slight former Penelope Garcia x Reader)
A/N: Listen all, my writing is cringe, but idrc because me and my friends like it, and if y’all like it, I love y’all <3<3. Also, this is a WIP that I probably won’t finish because I have no motivation to write smut right now (in kinktober too) smh
Summary: New to the BAU and FBI in general, you find yourself infatuated with one Emily Prentiss, an older woman who coincidentally happened to be your boss. After she learns of your past experiences with Penelope, Emily becomes ecstatic to finally get what she’s been craving.
WC: 1444
Fresh out of the academy, you had by some miracle gotten a job at the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. When you interviewed it was with a crusty old man with no relation because of “internal politics” or something, you weren’t really listening. He seemed to like you, in more ways than one. Too bad you played softball in college, AKA you were uber gay. On your first day, you got to meet with the team and damn… you weren’t aware that a major requirement for the job was to be hot, like model hot. The Unit Chief, Emily Prentiss you think, was the hottest of them all. Besides, everyone knew you had a thing for older women, and they weren’t wrong.
For the rest of the day and well into your first case, Emily, no, Chief Prentiss she told you, monitored you heavily. The other woman Jennifer, had taken almost a maternal role with you, and it seemed to bother Emily slightly, or maybe you were being delusional. Probably that. It felt as though she didn’t trust you or welcome your presence into her team. You were determined to warm up to her no matter what it took, and you were willing to do a lot of things you weren’t exactly proud to admit. Emily… Chief Prentiss didn’t even acknowledge you unless you were making mistakes. You brought her coffee everyday for a week? Something was always wrong with it and she threw it in the garbage. Baked her banana bread? Apparently she was allergic, even though you witnessed her eat one on the previous case. Even when the team would have a group outing and you bought everyone’s drinks, Emily would pay for her own. That’s what confused you the most, you just wanted her to like you, but she seemed to loathe you. You resorted to giving her a myriad of compliments, which she typically didn’t respond to. Recently, you’d begun thinking about Emily outside of work, and the thinking turned into fantasies which typically ended with you on all fours and Emily railing the shit out of you. It also may have involved your not-so-secret mommy kink. Those thoughts plagued your mind, even when you were awake now, every time you looked at your… much older boss, you began replaying those fantasies. After being ignored again, you tried to go back to the compliment route.
“You look amazing mom-mily…” SHIT. The topic of your most recent sexual fantasies just slipped out of your mouth without a second thought.
“What did you say, agent?” Emily definitely heard you and had to use every ounce of control she possessed to not blush.
“Emily. I said Emily.” You proclaim as the tips of your ears burn in embarrassment.
“Wrong again Agent L/N. For the last time, it’s Unit Chief Prentiss.” She looked at you with fury in her gaze, and as much as you hate to admit it, that slightly turned you on.
Embarrassed now, you mumble an apology and walk to the SUV without another word. As soon as you exited the precinct, the profilers in Emily’s vicinity started howling with laughter.
Reid was the first to speak up, “And that is what you call a Freudian slip.” Followed by a quick slap on the head with a folder of paperwork from Morgan who also began cracking jokes.
“Enough you guys. Y/N/N didn’t mean anything by it, maybe it was an accident.” Emily stared daggers at her team from across the table.
“First of all, Y/N/N? We’re doing nicknames now? Secondly, they did tell me they had a thing for older women. Ask Garcia, they hooked up once.” Everyone’s jaws dropped including Emily’s. Morgan looked as if he had dropped the most obvious information in the world.
Garcia had accompanied the team on this case and had walked in the moment she heard her name, but she was bewildered. “Hooked up with who??”
“Y/N. That’s who. When were you going to enlighten the rest of us?” Emily inquired, attempting to hide her anger.
Penelope’s face enlightened with knowing. “Ohhhh, yeah, we were really good friends in college, before I worked here.” Garcia coughed, “It might’ve also happened after, but that’s none of your business.”
The entire team once again burst into laughter. “WHAT?! I mean… Garcia, that's unprofessional and you need to end it.” Now Emily was the one with linguistic turmoil. She had no response to your utter lack of professionalism and thought that maybe you weren’t as cut out for the job as others thought. She’d have to have a private, disciplinary meeting with you for this.
Meanwhile, you were sitting in the SUV awaiting whatever punishment Unit Chief Prentiss had concocted for you. You had been waiting an upwards of fifteen minutes and were getting rather bored, so you decided to pull out your phone to doom scroll. A few moments pass, and your attention gets captured by a 5 Minute Crafts-esqe video. You become so enchanted that you tune out anything happening outside the SUV, which causes you to miss the fact that Emily was angrily stomping towards the SUV, and had already entered before you noticed her presence. At the sudden intrusion of your personal space, you gasped. She then snatched your phone out of your hand.
“Emily… excuse me, Unit Chief Prentiss. What the actual fuck is wrong with you.” You said as calmly as possible with annoyance laced into your tone. You reach for your phone back when she throws it in the back seat.
All of a sudden she got super serious, and your eyes were trained on her face trying to decipher what was happening, “Y/N we need to talk… about your extreme lack of unprofessionalism.”
“HUH? I’m gonna need you to explain to me how I’ve been unprofessional on this case. If anyone was unprofessional, it’s you. I’m a new agent and you’re supposed to be my mentor and boss, but you’ve done nothing but demean me ever since we met, and I still put up with it every day. Do you not think I’m tired of it? I can be a bitch, rude, blunt, but unprofessional is not one of them, so you need to take a long look in the mirror because if anyone is at fault for unprofessionalism, it’s you.” You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself before looking to her for a response.
“I’m sorry Y/N/N, I shouldn't have been treating you like that. And I shouldn’t have been so upset about you hooking up with Penelope. It’s really because I think I have feelings for you and that’s extremely inappropriate on my part and I completely understand if you don’t feel the same way.” She actually just apologized to you, and she looks genuine, you’re not sure how to take it.
“Well, you're just full of surprises aren’t you?” Well, there goes the vulnerability and rapport from that conversation. “Sorry, I’m not good with feelings, and since we’re being honest here, I’ve fantasized about you for weeks, which is why I’ve been desperate to please you.”
Emily’s brows shot up at your word choice, but then she was emboldened by the comment Morgan made earlier. “Eager to please huh? We’ll see about that. I have so many things I want to do to you, but we can’t in a federally owned vehicle.” She let out a dark chuckle.
You attempted to hide your giddiness at her words, opting to nod wordlessly and allow her to take you wherever she needed. She sensed the tension that overtook your body at her admission of attraction for you, so she reached over and placed her hand on your thigh to calm you down. “You need to relax sweetheart. I’m not going to bite, unless you ask me to.” With that, you relaxed under her touch and laughed along with her. Emily began the drive to the hotel, the rest of the team in tow. You reached up and turned on the scanner to ensure that even though you were about to have the most amazing sex of your life, you needed to be vigilant about the job you came to do.
After a short drive, you arrived at the hotel and muted the scanner. “So… where do we go from here?,” you asked nervously. Emily leaned over the console and placed her hand on your cheek lovingly.
“We can start by going inside… whatever happens after is up to you.” You nod in agreement before getting out of the SUV and going to check in to the hotel.
Regina watches as the blonde girl walks past her, catching herself following the girl with her eyes. She had been catching herself watching the girl many times in the past few days. Regina’s eyes snap to Karen as the girl stares at her confused.
“Regina?” the girl asks and Regina shakes her head.
“What?” she snaps before remembering that she has been trying to be more nice since her accident. “What?” she repeats, a bit more calm this time.
“You were staring at Cady” is all that Karen says and Regina feels her face heat up a little since she had been caught and Karen giggles at the girl's reaction.
“What? No, I was not.” Regina attempts to defend herself but sees the look both Karen and Gretchen are giving her. Regina turns her attention back to Cady as she walks over with her lunch tray and sits beside Regina.
“Hi, Karen, Gretchen, Gina” Cady says, making eye contact with each girl as she says their names, her eyes lingering on Regina’s.
All three of the girls responded and all started eating their lunch, talking about their days. Regina found herself paying extra attention to Cady when she was talking. Once it was Regina’s turn to talk about her day, she noticed Cady staring at her and she slightly smirked at the girl, making her blush. After Regina tells the girls about her day, she suggests that the girls should come over to her house and spend the night. Of course, the three girls agree and they all part ways and head to class.
Once classes are over, Regina heads to her Jeep, waiting on Cady. The girls agreed that they would all go home to get some things they would need to stay the night at Regina’s and then head to her house. Cady had not gotten her license yet so Regina was her ride. The blonde girls smile as they see each other. Once Cady was in the car, Regina started driving to Cady’s house. They talk a little on the way to Cady’s house. Once they arrive, Cady heads inside and grabs some things before returning to Regina’s car. Once they arrive at Regina’s house, Regina grabs the three bags from the backseat and shakes her head, smiling as Cady protests. The two girls head inside, Cady greeting Mrs. George with a smile as they head upstairs to Regina’s room. The other two girls had already arrived and were lying on Regina’s bed, scrolling through their phones.
Karen smiles as she sees the two girls walking in “Regina! Cady!” she says excitedly as she puts her phone down. Cady smiles as she sees the girl's reaction to seeing her and Regina. Regina puts the bags down and joins the other three girls on her bed. The four girls spend the rest of the day watching movies and eating popcorn, just spending time together. After many hours of watching movies and eating dinner with Mrs. George, the girls all decide it's time to shower and get ready to go to sleep.
Karen and Gretchen grab their bags and each head to one of the bathrooms in the house. This leaves the two blondes lying on Regina’s bed, giggling about a video Cady really wanted to show Regina. After the girls watch the video, Regina catches herself watching Cady as she laughs, smiling at the girl. Cady soon notices the girl looking at her and turns to face her, lying on her side.
“What?” she asks softly, looking into Regina’s eyes. Regina shakes her head, smiling softly as she looks at Cady. She moves herself closer to the girl, reaching her hand out to place it on her waist. Cady smiles as she looks down at the girl's hand. Both girls begin leaning in slowly as they both glance up and down between each other's eyes and lips. Right as their lips were about to touch, Karen came into Regina’s room, carrying her things from the shower. The girls quickly pull away from each other, Regina groaning as she had built up the confidence to kiss Cady but was interrupted.
The night goes on with Regina and Cady stealing glances at each other, unknown to the two, both Gretchen and Karen were watching them, Gretchen having to stop Karen from saying anything to the other girls. When it was time to go to sleep, Karen and Gretchen looked at each other before saying that they would sleep on the floor. Regina and Cady look over at each other, smiling softly at the opportunity to sleep in the bed together. Each of the girls lay down in their respective places, Regina and Cady lying down on the bed with some space between them. The only light in the room was the moonlight shining in through the windows. The girls turn on their sides, facing each other. Regina couldn't help but smile as she took in the other girl's features in the moonlight. Soon, just like before, the girls move closer to each other and start leaning in. As soon as their lips touch, Regina swears she felt her chest light afire. What started as a small first kiss soon turned into a passionate make out session. Before she knew it, Cady was on top of Regina and her hands were on her waist. The girls continue to enjoy their first kiss for a few more minutes before breaking away, knowing they shouldn't do much more with the other girls in the room. Cady lays back down beside Regina, both of them smiling like lovestruck idiots. That night, they fall asleep, holding each other for the first time the way they both have wanted to since meeting each other.
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