every single time i remember they’re the only ones left of the og s1 team i feel the desperate need to wrap them in blankets and give them a year long vacation
About: After that fateful encounter in Hotch’s office, a few weeks later you’re all on a case. Spencer decides he’s had enough waiting and visits yours and Aaron’s hotel room.
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, threesomes, blowjobs, oral (f), fingering (f), masturbation (m), dom!aaron, switch!reader, switch!spencer, loss of virginity (spencer’s), talking through it, boys kissing, etc. NOT PROOF READ because this is 5k of PORN.
A/N: This is part two of Unknown Territory! I just wanted to make a comment and say that I do not ship hotchreid but I do fantasize about getting fucked by them both while they also fuck each other in front of me. So live your slutty truths homegirls and let the demons consume you. If you don’t like, don’t read! Don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it at all! Border was made by my homegirl @esote-rika because I love her.
Word Count: 5.3k words
After that fateful encounter that night in Aaron’s office, you could not stop thinking about it. The way you felt while Aaron was pounding into you, the way Spencer’s cock felt in your hand, the way your lips felt on Spencer’s, you wanted nothing more than to do it again. You wanted Spencer’s cock inside of you so badly. It had been a few weeks since the encounter, everyone had been so busy with cases upon cases that none of you were able to really sit down and discuss anything.
You only had time alone with Aaron which wasn’t really surprising as the two of you had already a pretty good dynamic going on. However, one night you had whined to Aaron about how much you wanted Spencer, and Aaron couldn’t deny that he wanted it too. The way the three of you meshed well together just seemed…natural. It was inevitable that the three of you would end up sleeping together.
So you had spent the past few weeks teasing Spencer—small compliments about how good he looked in his sweater and lingering gazes into each other’s eyes. Aaron would pat Spencer’s shoulder when he did well, praising him for the good work he’d done. And you would rest a hand on Spencer’s thigh occasionally when no one was looking, causing the boy’s breath to hitch.
It was no wonder that one day, while on a case out in Los Angeles, at the hotel, Spencer came to yours’ and Aaron’s hotel room dressed in nothing but a thin pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. Completely out of the ordinary than his usual sweater vests and cardigans that he usually wore. When you had opened the door, freshly out of the shower in a silk nightgown, Spencer invited himself into the room, looking at you and Aaron, sitting leisurely against the bed's headboard, reading a file.
“You guys are unfair,” Was the first thing to leave Spencer’s lips after he had closed the door behind himself.
Aaron quirked an eyebrow, looking at Spencer. “How are we unfair, Reid?” He asked in his usual velvety voice, tilting his head ever so slightly.
Spencer glanced at Aaron and then at you, not-so-subtly checking you out. “I-” He paused as he tried to collect his thoughts, furrowing his eyebrows. “You guys have been…teasing me since that…night,” He said weakly, meeting your eyes.
You let out a tiny giggle, unable to help yourself. “What night?” You asked, feigning innocence. “You’ll have to be a bit more specific. There are many nights in a year.” You were standing next to Spencer.
Aaron hummed in agreement, closing the file and standing up off of the bed. He walked over to the two of you. “She’s right, Reid, you’ll have to be a bit more specific,” Aaron said in a teasing tone.
Spencer let out a small whine of frustration, realizing that the two of you were going to keep teasing him. “T-that night,” He swallowed, feeling dizzy. His heart was pounding as the memories of that fateful night roamed around in his brain rent-free. “When we-” He stuttered. “When you-” Spencer let out a groan in frustration. The only thing making you guys take pity on him was the obvious hard-on that Spencer was sporting, his cock straining almost painfully in his pants.
“What do you want, baby?” You asked softly, putting a hand on Spencer’s shoulder.
He looked at you with his beautiful brown doe eyes, licking his lips. “You,” He whispered. “And you,” He looked over at Aaron.
You gave Spencer a hum of acknowledgment, moving your hand to graze his chest. “What do you want from us?” You asked gently. Aaron was watching the interaction with a small smirk on his lips.
Spencer let out a shaky breath as your hand moved on his chest. “I-I want to learn,” He whispered. “To please you, to feel you.”
You glanced at Aaron, biting your lip in a small question. He simply nodded his head at you, a subtle sign for you to keep going. You moved your gaze back to Spencer. “So you want to lose your virginity, Spence?” Your tone held that same gentleness from before, giving Spencer a sense of comfort.
He nodded his head, looking at you with parted lips. “I-if that’s okay,” He whispered, looking at Aaron. He wasn’t entirely sure what your dynamic was. Whether the two of you were in a genuine relationship or if you were just being intimate with one another. You didn’t really know the answer to that either. You just knew that what you and Aaron had was enjoyable and that’s all either of you needed to know.
Aaron approached Spencer, standing behind him, causing Spencer to be entrapped in the middle by the two of you. “You want to fuck Y/N?” Aaron murmured into Spencer’s ear, sending a shiver down the genius’ spine. “Want to pleasure her as well as I can?” Spencer nodded his head again. Aaron tsked, putting a hand on the back of Spencer’s neck. “You need to use your words.” He commanded.
Spencer let out a tiny whimper, unable to help the noise from escaping his lips. “Y-yes,” He stuttered, maintaining eye contact with you.
“Good boy,” You replied, giving Spencer a small smile as you praised him. You saw how Spencer’s pupils dilated from the praise and how his cheeks reddened more than they already were. You grabbed Spencer’s collar, pulling him towards you as you placed your lips on his. The two of you kissed one another deeply and hungrily, just like you did a few weeks ago. And after a few moments, you pulled away. “Do you want me to stop?” You asked breathily.
“Just the opposite,” Spencer replied hurriedly.
So you kissed him again, this time with more passion as your hold on Spencer’s collar loosened. Your lips moved in sync as you bit his bottom lip, silently asking for permission to explore his mouth with your tongue. Spencer parted his lips and made a soft noise, allowing you to do so. Your tongue explored him, tasting the inside of his mouth.
After a little while, you pulled away to look at Spencer. Aaron turned Spencer’s head to the side, immediately attaching his lips to the genius’. You watched for a moment, seeing how Aaron and Spencer kissed one another quite hungrily. You couldn’t help the way your thighs clenched as you felt your pussy throb at the sight. You licked your lips as your hands trailed along Spencer’s torso, reaching the waistband of his pajama pants.
Spencer let out a small gasp in the kiss with Aaron as he felt your hands pull down his pants, his cock springing free from the confines. He was already so hard, his cock red and angry. Being the kind and amazing person that you were, you dropped to your knees in front of Spencer. He pulled away from the kiss with Aaron to look down at you, his brown eyes wide and blown out.
Aaron cooed, looking down at you before looking at Spencer again. “See that, Spencer,” He murmured into the younger’s ear. “She wants to make you feel good. Will you let her?” Aaron’s voice was sultry and smooth as he spoke.
“Y-yes,” Spencer whispered, licking his lips as he looked down at you.
“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you,” Aaron replied, smirking at you as he spoke to Spencer.
Spencer let out a small whine as you ran a ghost of a fingertip from the base of his cock to the tip. “Yes,” Spencer gasped, speaking a bit louder.
“Good boy,” Aaron murmured as he leaned down to press small kisses along Spencer’s neck.
You grinned at the two of them before wrapping your hand around Spencer’s cock. You slowly moved your hand upward, giving it a few experimental tugs. And then you leaned forward, giving the tip of Spencer’s cock a kiss, causing Spencer’s breath to hitch once more. You stuck your tongue out, swirling it around the tip of Spencer’s cock. He let out a whimper, unable to help the subtle way his hips moved forward.
Giving head was always a treat. Whenever you gave Aaron a blowjob, you always relished the way his body reacted to your touch. It’s something primal, something so natural in the way the human body reacts to such pleasures. Especially when you’re the one causing it.
You slowly eased your mouth onto Spencer’s length, making him moan as he finally felt what your mouth felt like for the first time. You made it about halfway before moving your head back up his length, swirling your tongue around the tip once more. “O-oh,” Spencer moaned, his eyes fluttering shut.
“She’s so lovely, isn’t she?” Aaron murmured into Spencer’s ear.
“Uh-huh,” Spencer nodded his head, his eyes still closed.
You quickened your pace, getting into a nice rhythm of bobbing your head up and down Spencer’s length. You put your hand on the base of Spencer’s cock, jerking off what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. This action caused Spencer to moan loudly, his hand going down to your hair and entangling his fingers into it. “So good,” Spencer whimpered, opening his eyes to look down at you, seeing that you were already looking up at him through your lashes. “I-I’m so close,” He gasped, expecting you to stop.
But instead, you simply hummed in acknowledgment as you continued your ministrations on Spencer’s cock. You wanted so desperately to feel and taste him. Sucking Spencer off had been something you’d been thinking about for quite some time, wanting to see how he fell apart simply from your mouth. You felt Spencer’s cock stiffen in your mouth, signaling he was about to cum as the grip on your hair tightened.
Spencer was whining and moaning, unable to help the subtle stuttering of his hips as he began chasing his high from your mouth. And when you bobbed your head back up his length and swirled your tongue on the tip, Spencer let out the most beautiful noise you had ever heard as he moaned your name and came down your throat. You continued to suck him off through his orgasm, only stopping once Spencer shuttered from overstimulation.
You pulled away from Spencer’s cock, leaving a trail of saliva and cum on your chin. You used the back of your hand to wipe it away as you stood up. “T-thank you,” Spencer murmured to you.
You simply grinned. “We have the whole night ahead of us, Spence,” You exclaimed. “We aren’t done yet.” You moved over to Aaron and kissed him on the lips. “Isn’t that right?”
Aaron hummed as he smiled against your lips. “Absolutely,” he murmured. Aaron put a hand on your hip while he reached his other hand to Spencer’s, pulling him over to the two of you. Aaron looked at Spencer. “You’re going to watch and learn,” he commanded softly. He kissed you again, putting both of his hands on your hips.
You kissed Aaron back, your eyes fluttering shut as you put your hands on his shoulders. The two of you moved together in sync, kissing one another roughly. Aaron’s hands moved to the bottom of your nightgown, slowly pulling the fabric upward. He pulled away from the kiss to take the nightgown off of you, throwing it somewhere in the hotel room. You weren’t wearing anything underneath as you normally don’t when you wear such an article of clothing.
“Look at you,” Aaron said, looking you up and down. “Such a pretty girl for me.” As Aaron looked at you, you couldn’t help the smile that graced your lips. “Isn’t she so pretty, Spencer?”
“The prettiest,” Spencer replied hoarsely as he watched you and Aaron.
Aaron hummed, bringing his lips back to yours for a moment before kissing your jawline and down your neck. He gently pushed you until the backs of your legs bumped the edge of the mattress. “I’m going to make you feel good, okay?” He whispered to you.
You nodded your head, biting your lip as you looked at Aaron. “How do you want me?” You whispered back.
“On the bed,” Aaron exclaimed. “Lay pretty for me, yeah?”
You grinned, nodding your head. “Yes, sir,” You teasingly said as you got onto the bed, lying down on the mattress with your head on the pillow. Aaron couldn’t help the smirk on his lips as he watched you obey him so willingly.
“And you,” Aaron turned to look at Spencer, who was standing there watching rather a bit awkwardly. “I want you to sit on the edge of the bed and watch,” He said, pointing to a spot on the bed. Spencer didn’t hesitate to obey either as he took a seat, turning himself to face you. Aaron looked at you both for a moment, unable to help the muttering under his breath as he said “If only you two were this obedient out in the field,” before he moved over to you.
Aaron grabbed your left ankle, pressing a light kiss onto the skin as he worked his way upward. He had a habit of worshipping your body any time he was going to go down on you. He wanted you to know that you were valued, not just a means of stress relief to him. He made his way to your thigh, kissing the inside of the flesh. You watched Aaron with anticipation as he kissed your skin and spread your legs as he took in the sight of your glistening cunt.
“Already so wet,” He said huskily, licking his lips as he looked at you.
“Yeah,” You whispered back, looking at Aaron’s dark eyes as he watched you with hunger.
Aaron glanced over at Spencer, seeing how engrossed he was in watching the scene. The boy was already hard again but made no moves to pleasure himself. How endearing. Aaron then turned back to look at your cunt, no longer hesitating as he buried his head between your thighs.
He slowly licked a strip from your hole to your clit, collecting your juices on his tongue. You moaned softly, still biting your lip as you watched Aaron begin his ministrations on your pussy. He took his time with it, wanting to savor the taste and put on a show for Spencer. After all, Spencer needs to learn how to make you feel good.
Aaron’s tongue began running laps around your cunt, making figure eights before his lips moved to wrap around your clit. He sucked gently, causing you to moan and bring your hand to his hair, tugging at the locks. “Aaron,” you whined, your eyes fluttering shut.
He began kissing your pussy, practically making out with it as his tongue circled around your clit. You were whining and moaning, basking in the pleasure that Aaron was giving you. You suddenly felt one of his fingers probing your entrance, slowly easing inside of you. You gasped at the intrusion before throwing your head back in pleasure. “Oh my god,” you whimpered.
Aaron began moving his finger inside of you, thrusting in and out slowly while his lips remained on your clit. You had one hand in his hair while the other gripped the sheets. The feeling of Aaron’s finger inside of you while he also ate you out was such a wonderful feeling. You knew you wouldn’t last long.
He eventually added a second finger, immediately curling them up and hitting your g-spot. The action caused you to cry out in pleasure, instinctively clenching your walls around Aaron’s fingers. “Aaron!” you cried out in pleasure.
He responded by humming and sucking on your clit, moving his fingers faster inside of you. You felt that familiar heat growing inside of you as you got closer. “I’m so close,” you moaned, arching your back. Aaron continued his movements, determined to make you feel good.
With the rhythmic movement of Aaron’s fingers moving inside of you combined with the feeling of Aaron sucking and licking your clit, your orgasm overcame you quickly and harshly. You came with a loud moan of Aaron’s name, pulling his hair and thighs clenching around his face. “Oh fuck, Aaron, oh fuck,” you moaned repeatedly as you came, head thrown back with your back arched high.
Spencer watched you, mesmerized by the way your body reacted to Aaron’s touch. In that moment, Spencer was grateful for his eidetic memory. The way Aaron moved his mouth against you and used his fingers, Spencer knew that one day, he’d get to make you fall apart against him. He licked his lips at the idea of eating you out. He should be grossed out by it, being a germaphobe and all. But the idea of eating you out was enough to have his cock stiffening. He had to will himself not to cum untouched, wanting to be inside of you before he allowed that to happen.
When you relaxed against the mattress, relaxing your muscles and unclenching your thighs, Aaron pulled away with a smirk on his lips. He removed his fingers from your cunt, the digits soaked from your juices as was his chin. Aaron looked over at Spencer, seeing the way he was looking at you and Aaron. “Do you want a taste?” Aaron asked hoarsely as he held up his hand that was covered in your juices.
Spencer nodded pathetically, his lips already parting as he looked at Aaron with big doe eyes. Aaron couldn’t help the low chuckle that escaped him as he moved over to Spencer, bringing his fingers to the genius’ lips. Spencer immediately took them into his mouth, sucking on the digits as his tongue lapped around them. He moaned around Aaron’s fingers, loving the way you tasted.
“She tastes so divine, doesn’t she?” Aaron murmured, his other hand caressing Spencer’s hair. “She feels even better.” He practically purred.
You watched the scene happening in front of you as your breathing evened out. The way Spencer looked at Aaron with that blown-out expression he’s had all night, you could feel yourself getting wet again. You let out a small whine at the sight, clenching your thighs together.
Aaron glanced over at you, seeing the way you were already turned on again. “Needy, baby?” He asked.
You nodded your head. “Yes,” you said in response.
Aaron turned his attention back to Spencer, removing his fingers from his mouth. “Are you ready to feel her?” He asked, still caressing Spencer’s hair.
“Yes,” Spencer rasped out, glancing over at you. No other thoughts were in his brain as he thought about finally being inside of you. Over the past few weeks, it had been embarrassing how much he had jerked off at the idea of fucking you, feeling how wet you’d be on his cock.
“Good boy,” Aaron praised, sending a shiver down Spencer’s spine. “Go over to her. I’ll teach you what to do.”
Spencer nodded his head at his boss, licking his lips in anticipation. He cleared his throat as he got up from his seat at the edge of the bed, moving closer to you. Aaron stood next to the bed. “How do you want me?” You asked, looking at Spencer this time.
Spencer didn’t quite know how to respond. He wanted you in every way imaginable. But he knew tonight was about learning, about losing his virginity and learning how to make you feel good. He looked over at Aaron, who looked at Spencer with a quirked eyebrow. Spencer’s cheeks flushed as he was put on the spot. “I-uh-“ Spencer stuttered, looking at you. “J-just the way you are?”
That would be the best way, wouldn’t it be? You were already on your back, hair sprawled out on the pillow, with your legs spread and ready for Spencer. Spencer couldn’t help but look at your cunt. The way you were still so wet. He couldn’t wait to bury himself deep inside of you. But he waited for further instruction, not wanting to ruin the moment by his own greed.
“Are you ready for me to guide you?” Aaron asked Spencer in that soft velvety voice.
Spencer let out a shaky breath, nodding his head. “Yes, please.” He murmured.
Aaron looked at you. “And are you ready for Spencer, darling?” He asked you in the same tone.
You nodded your head enthusiastically, giving Aaron a small grin. “Want it so bad,” you replied breathily. “Been dreaming about it for so long.”
Aaron chuckled as Spencer blushed. “I know you have, baby,” Aaron cooed, putting a hand on your thigh. “You hear that, Spencer? She’s been wanting you for a while now. Will you give her what she wants?”
“Y-yes,” Spencer stuttered as he confirmed. To say he was nervous was an understatement. What if he wasn’t good? What if he came too soon and didn’t even make you feel anything? What if you decide you don’t want to speak to him anymore after this and things get awkward? All of those thoughts rushed through his head as his nerves began getting to him.
“Relax,” Aaron murmured into Spencer’s ear, as if attuned to Spencer’s ray of emotions. Spencer took a deep breath. “Firstly, you’re going to pull her closer to you. Don’t hesitate to manhandle her a little bit. She likes that,” Aaron spoke, teasing you slightly as he did so.
“Don’t tell him that,” you replied lightly.
The small banter between the two of you helped ease Spencer’s nerves. He put his arms underneath your legs, gently pulling you closer to him. You gave Spencer a soft reassuring smile. You could feel the tension radiating off of him. “There’s no need to be so tense, Spence,” you said softly. “I know it’s your first time and that’s scary. If you want to stop, that’s more than okay.”
“I don’t want to stop,” He replied immediately. “I just-I’m nervous is all. What if it’s not good? Or I don’t make you finish?”
You shook your head. “Firstly, it’s about the experience which is why foreplay is so important. If I don’t finish, that’s okay because I got to be with you and that’s all that matters.”
Spencer took your words into consideration. “You don’t care if you don’t finish?”
“Well nothing says you can’t do the job with your fingers after.” You grinned.
Spencer let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding as he relaxed. Your words really did help to make him feel better. He looked at Aaron. “And that’s okay?”
Aaron nodded his head. “More than okay,” He replied. “Are you ready to continue?” He asked.
“Yes.” Spencer replied, sounding more sure of himself which made you smile.
Aaron hummed in approval. He reached down, grabbing Spencer’s hand and guiding it to the base of Spencer’s cock. “See how wet she is?” He leaned in so that his breath was fanning Spencer’s ear. “You’re going to spread the wetness around with your cock.” He whispered. Aaron moved Spencer’s hand that was gripping Spencer’s cock to your cunt, using the tip to spread the wetness up and down your slit. Aaron let go of Spencer’s cock, allowing the boy to do it himself.
You let out a soft noise, the feeling of Spencer’s tip against your pussy making you want him even more. Spencer couldn’t help the small whine that escaped his lips as he felt your wetness against his length. He was careful to make sure he was slow with it, not wanting to ruin the experience at all. He looked down at the way his cock moved against your pussy. Spencer swallowed and let out a shaky breath. Experimentally, he rubbed the tip against your clit to gauge your response.
And god, it was the right thing to do as you let out a “Spence!” in a way that he had been dreaming about for so long.
Aaron watched the two of you. He was the only one that was still dressed. The obvious tent in his suit pants was proof enough that he was affected by this whole ordeal. But he ignored it, wanting to focus on the two of you.
Spencer continued to circle the tip of his cock against your clit. “Spencer, please,” you said in a whiny tone that could’ve had Spencer cum right on the spot.
He let out a small moan. “You’re so wet,” he rasped out.
“Please fuck me already,” you said, still in that same tone.
“You heard her, Spencer,” Aaron spoke, his voice rough. “Give the lady what she needs.” Spencer bit his lip as he looked down at you and then at Aaron. He brought his cock to your hole. “Go slow,” Aaron commanded gently. “You don’t want to cause any discomfort or blow your load too soon.”
Spencer nodded his head. He looked down at you again as you looked at him with lustful eyes. And without any further hesitation, Spencer slowly eased himself into you. He let out a choked gasp, bringing his free hand to his mouth and biting down slightly to ground himself. The feeling of your wet cunt engulfing his cock was a lot and it took everything in him to not cum right then and there. Especially because he wasn’t even fully inside of you yet.
You moaned at the feeling of finally getting filled. Like anytime you had sex, there was a sting at the feeling of being stretched. But it was a good sting and you adored the feeling.
Aaron began unbuttoning his shirt, watching the scene unfolding in front of him. “When you’re fully inside, you’re going to wait. Don’t move until she’s ready for you to,” he spoke, tossing his shirt to the side.
As soon as Spencer was completely inside of you, he stayed still, taking deep breaths to not cum so quickly. “Y-you’re so tight, oh my god,” he couldn’t help but groan.
You laughed breathily. “You’re big,” you replied simply.
The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes as you adjusted to having Spencer inside of you and he calmed himself down enough to not bust inside of you immediately. “I-I’m ready,” you said softly, reaching your left hand out to intertwine your fingers with Spencer’s.
Spencer held your hand with his, the action helping him feel better. He looked over at Aaron. “Start slowly,” the older man stated, palming himself through his suit pants. “You don’t want to go too fast at first because you want it to last.”
Spencer took one more deep breath before pulling his cock out and thrusting back into you slowly. The action made him whimper as he felt his cock glide against your walls. “Oh-oh my,” He whimpered out, his grip on your hand tightening as he tried to control himself.
The first few thrusts were experimental, to familiarize himself with you and your pussy. And the look on your face helped reassure him that you at least liked it with the way your lips were parted in an “o” and how you were letting out your own small noises.
He began to get into a rhythm of slow movements, not wanting to go too fast. The feeling of your pussy around his cock was absolutely heavenly. You were so wet, so tight, and so warm. Spencer had wondered why it had taken him so long to lose his virginity. The way his cock moved against your walls made him feel as though he was going to burst at any moment. And the soft noises you were making? All because of Spencer's cock? You were truly a work of art that blessed the Earth with your presence.
“Faster,” you breathed out, licking your lips as you did so.
Who was Spencer to deny such a pretty request?
He began moving his hips a bit faster, picking up the pace. The change in friction made him let out a slutty whine as his cock dove in and out of your pussy. You moaned loudly, moving your legs to wrap them around Spencer’s waist, deepening the angle.
Aaron had removed his pants and boxers and was thoroughly jerking himself off, matching the pace that Spencer had set. He pumped his cock, watching the two of you as he brought his thumb to the tip, spreading around the precum that had already leaked. Watching the two of you was more than enough for him. He’s been having you all to himself for the past few months. It was only fair that he took a step back and allowed Spencer to have you all to himself.
As Spencer’s pace quickened, the squelching sound of your cunt filled the room with each thrust of his cock. “Oh my god,” Spencer whimpered, looking down at the way his cock moved in and out of you. Your cunt was soaked, glistening with your juices. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. So in order to make it good for you, Spencer put his fingers to your clit. Thank god for anatomy classes and studying the human body as he began rubbing circles against the nub.
You gasped, throwing your head back in pleasure. The way Spencer’s cock thrusted in and out, grazing against your g-spot, as he rubbed your clit. You could feel your release coming which was definitely surprising.
The room was filled with a chorus of grunting, whining, and moaning as everyone basked in the pleasures. Aaron quickened his hand, pumping himself faster.
“Feels so good,” you moaned with your head thrown back against the pillow.
“I-I’m not going to last much longer,” Spencer whined, looking down at you. Your breasts bounced with each thrust. At some point, Spencer would love to fuck you with his face buried between your tits. He continued to rub your clit and thrust his hips, trying to focus on your pleasure while chasing his own.
“Me neither,” you mewled. You opened your eyes to glance at Aaron as he had been so quiet. Seeing the way he stared at the two of you while pumping his cock. You could tell by the way his chest was flushed that Aaron was close. You reached out for him with your other hand, replacing his hand with yours as you jerked him off fast.
“Oh fuck,” Spencer moaned. “So close. Can I cum inside of you? Please, please, please,” He babbled as his hips moved more frantically.
You nodded your head. “Yes,” You moaned loudly.
And with a loud groan, Spencer buried himself deep inside of you as he came, filling you with his cum. The feeling of being filled sent you over the edge as you arched your back and moaned Spencer’s name rather pornographically, cumming hard around his cock. The feeling of you cumming making Spencer let out a rather pornographic whine.
The sight of the two of you finishing was enough to send Aaron over the edge as he came on your tits, his seed painting your chest as he grunted. You continued to jerk him off through his release.
And when the three of you were finished, the room was filled with heavy breathing. Silence overcame you guys as you all basked in the post-orgasmic bliss. After a few minutes, Spencer pulled out of you and laid down next to you just as Aaron leaned down to kiss your forehead before going to the bathroom to get a cloth and clean you up.
When you were all cleaned up, relatively so anyways, Aaron gently moved you over and laid down next to you. You looked between him and Spencer before finally breaking the silence. “So we’re in agreement that this is happening again, right?” You asked with a cheeky grin on your face, causing them both to chuckle.
“Oh absolutely,” Aaron replied.
“I’d like that,” Spencer said softly.
Well, let’s just say after that, that threesomes were now a frequent occurrence in your everyday life when you guys weren’t working.
MDNI, NSFW 18+ Kinktober Masterlist Main Masterlist
pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer reid x AFAB! Fem reader
synopsis: After a team in office halloween ‘party’ and a few spiked drinks from Garcia you find yourself in your boss Aarons office with your best friend Spencer when the drunken conversation turns too 18+ one of the bureau seminars won’t fix.
wc: 6.5k
cw: Smuuuut, Double penetration, Dom! Hotch, Switch! Spencer, Hotchreid, Sub! reader, R receives oral, s gives oral, a gives oral, P in v, anal, inebriated, co-workers, Aftercare, bi spencer and aaron, dirty talk, nerdy spencer, Whimpering spencer
a/n: oh my god finally. Kinktober is over…15 days late. Thank you all for your patience, this is kinda rushed unfortunately so i hope it’s good.. I also wrote this after a long essay so it’s giving uni essay.
The dim glow of string lights draped across the BAU bullpen flickered like distant stars in a vast, empty sky, casting playful, elongated shadows over the makeshift Halloween decorations that had been thrown together in a hurry.
Pumpkins with crudely carved faces some lopsided grins, others with jagged, menacing eyes sat perched on desks and filing cabinets, their battery-operated candles pulsing softly.
Fake cobwebs clung to the corners of the room, dangling like forgotten memories, and a few plastic spiders had been strategically placed for that extra touch of spooky charm.
The air smelled faintly of pumpkin spice from the candles Garcia had lit earlier, mixed with the lingering scent of coffee that always seemed to permeate the office, no matter the hour.
The team had cobbled together this “party” after wrapping up a grueling case that had kept everyone on edge for days. It wasn’t much just some snacks pilfered from the break room, a playlist of cheesy Halloween tunes courtesy of Emily, and Garcia’s infamous punch bowl, which she’d spiked with something fruity and deceptively potent.
“Just a little Halloween magic to loosen up those profiler brains!” she’d declared with a wink, her cat-ear headband bobbing as she ladled out cups. You hadn’t argued; after the week you’d all had, a bit of levity was welcome. The alcohol had worked its way through the group, turning stiff shoulders into relaxed slouches and tight-lipped smiles into genuine laughter.
You’d dressed as a classic witch for the occasion a fitted black dress that hugged your curves without being too revealing for the office, complete with a pointed hat that you’d tilted at a jaunty angle and a broomstick prop you’d leaned against your desk early on. It was simple, fun, and far less elaborate than Garcia’s full-on fairy godmother ensemble, complete with glittering wings and a wand that lit up.
Spencer had surprised everyone by showing up in a remarkably accurate Sherlock Holmes outfit a tweed coat, deerstalker hat, and a magnifying glass he kept fidgeting with, as if examining invisible clues on the bullpen floor.
He looked endearingly out of place, his lanky frame swallowed by the coat, but there was a spark of excitement in his eyes that made him seem more alive than usual.
Aaron, had gone for minimal effort, which suited him perfectly. A black vampire cape draped over his impeccably tailored suit, and he’d tucked a pair of plastic fangs into his breast pocket, flashing them only when Garcia begged for a photo. “I’m undead, not unprofessional,” he’d quipped dryly, earning a round of chuckles. It was odd seeing him like this, the stoic unit chief with his guard down just a fraction, the lines around his eyes softening in the warm light.
The night had unfolded in waves of easy camaraderie. Morgan had dominated the dance floor (or what passed for one in the bullpen), pulling Emily into a ridiculous Thriller routine that had everyone in stitches. Rossi shared stories of Halloweens past over a glass of his “special reserve” scotch, his voice rich and animated.
JJ had brought in homemade treats ghost-shaped cookies that her kids had helped decorate and she’d spent most of the evening texting updates to Will, her smile soft and content. Garcia flitted around like a benevolent spirit, refilling cups and snapping selfies with anyone who stood still long enough.
But as the clock inched past ten, the energy began to wane. The playlist looped back to Monster Mash for the third time, and people started trickling out. Rossi left first, clapping Aaron on the shoulder with a knowing wink and a half-empty bottle tucked under his arm.
“Don’t stay too late, kids. Even vampires need rest.”
JJ followed soon after, hugging everyone goodbye with apologies about bedtime routines. Morgan dragged Emily out the door, promising “real drinks at a real bar,” their laughter echoing down the hallway.
Garcia was the last to go, shoving one final cup of punch into your hand with a mischievous grin. “For the road or the office, whatever. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” She blew kisses and bounced away, her wings catching the light as the door swung shut behind her.
Now, the bullpen felt cavernous, the remnants of the party scattered like autumn leaves: empty cups, crumpled napkins, a forgotten witch’s hat (not yours) on the floor. It was just you, Spencer, and Aaron left, the three of you lingering in that post-party haze where time stretches and conversations turn introspective.
Spencer was perched on the edge of your desk, his long legs swinging idly as he launched into one of his signature rambles, the deerstalker hat pushed back on his head.
“You know, the origins of Halloween trace back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain,” he said, his voice animated despite the slight flush on his cheeks from the punch. “It marked the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter, a time when they believed the veil between the living and the dead thinned. People would wear costumes to ward off ghosts animal skins and heads, originally. It’s fascinating how it’s evolved into this commercial holiday with candy and plastic pumpkins.”
You leaned back in your chair, sipping the last of your punch, the warmth spreading through your chest like a gentle fire. “And here we are, warding off unsubs instead of spirits. Though Garcia’s punch might summon a few hangovers tomorrow.” You laughed, the sound light and unburdened, the alcohol making everything feel a little sharper, a little more vibrant.
Aaron stood nearby, arms crossed over his chest, the cape still draped over his shoulders like a forgotten accessory. He wasn’t one for small talk, but tonight he seemed content to listen, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he watched you and Spencer banter.
The punch had softened him, too his posture less rigid, his dark eyes warmer in the low light. “Garcia does have a knack for potions,” he agreed, his voice a low rumble that carried a hint of amusement. “But I think we’ve all earned it after this week.”
Spencer nodded enthusiastically, nearly knocking his hat off. “Absolutely. Did you know that the average American consumes about 3.4 pounds of candy on Halloween? That’s roughly 1.5 billion pounds nationwide. Imagine the sugar rush.”
You rolled your eyes playfully. “Spence, only you could turn a party into a statistics lesson. But yeah, this was nice. Beats staring at case files.”
Aaron glanced toward his office door, up the short flight of stairs that separated his space from the bullpen. It was a subtle barrier, a reminder of hierarchy, but tonight it felt less imposing. “The music’s giving me a headache,” he admitted, rubbing his temple lightly. “Why don’t we move this somewhere quieter? My office has actual chairs that don’t squeak like these do.”
Spencer hopped off the desk with surprising agility, adjusting his coat. “Yeah, good idea. I could use a break from the looping playlist it’s like auditory torture after a while.”
You stood, grabbing your cup and following them up the stairs, your steps feeling light and buoyant from the alcohol. There was something electric in the air, a subtle shift that you couldn’t quite pinpoint, but it made your skin tingle with anticipation.
Aaron’s office was a familiar sanctuary: the large wooden desk piled with neatly organized files, shelves lined with law books and a few personal touches a photo of Jack, his son, grinning from a soccer field; a worn leather briefcase in the corner.
The couch against one wall looked inviting, plush and rarely used for anything but late-night crashes during cases.
Aaron flicked on the desk lamp, casting a warm, golden glow over the room that chased away the sterile fluorescence of the bullpen. He gestured to the couch.
“Make yourselves comfortable.” Spencer claimed one end, sinking into the cushions with a contented sigh, his legs stretching out. You took the middle, close enough to feel the heat from his body but not invading his space. Aaron pulled up his desk chair, positioning it across from you both, and loosened his tie with a practiced motion, the fabric whispering against his shirt.
For a while, the conversation stayed easy, meandering through the night’s highlights. You recounted Morgan’s dance moves in excruciating detail, mimicking his exaggerated Thriller zombie shuffle until Spencer was doubled over laughing, his hand clutching his side.
Aaron shared a rare anecdote from his own past a college Halloween party where he’d dressed as a lawyer, complete with briefcase, only to realize everyone else was in actual costumes. “I spent the night explaining I wasn’t being ironic,” he said, shaking his head with a self-deprecating smile.
The punch kept the words flowing, the alcohol stripping away the usual filters. Spencer mentioned the mandatory bureau seminar on workplace boundaries they’d all endured last month, his eyes rolling dramatically behind his glasses.
“That was the most awkward hour of my life. We’re profilers we read people for a living. But suddenly, we’re all sitting there pretending we don’t know what ‘inappropriate conduct’ means. Like, ‘Don’t hug your coworkers too tightly’? Garcia would be fired on day one.”
You giggled, the sound escaping before you could catch it, your hand covering your mouth. “Exactly! ‘Keep it professional.’ As if we don’t share life-or-death moments every week. Garcia hugs everyone within an inch of their lives, and no one’s complaining.”
Aaron leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees, the cape slipping off one shoulder. His eyes met yours, holding them for a beat longer than necessary, a spark of something unspoken flickering there.
“Some lines are worth blurring, though. Off the clock, when it’s just…us.” His voice was steady, measured, but there was an undercurrent of warmth, an invitation that made your pulse quicken just a fraction.
Spencer shifted beside you, his knee brushing against yours in a way that felt deliberate, though his face remained the picture of innocence. “Yeah, like playing games that aren’t in the handbook. Truth or dare, for example. That’s not covered in any seminar.”
You raised an eyebrow, turning to look at him. Spencer was usually the one to deflect personal questions with facts or change the subject entirely. But tonight, with the punch buzzing in his veins, he seemed bolder, his eyes bright with mischief. “Truth or dare? In Hotch’s office? Bold move, Spence.”
Aaron didn’t miss a beat, his gaze shifting between you two with that analytical intensity he brought to everything. “Sounds like a recipe for HR nightmares.” But he was smiling that rare, genuine smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes and made him look years younger. “Though I suppose what happens off the clock stays off the clock.”
“Oh, come on,” you teased, the alcohol making you feel reckless in the best way. “We’re all adults here. What’s the harm in a little game to wind down? It’s not like we’re profiling each other… or are we?”
Spencer glanced at Aaron, and something passed between them a quick, almost imperceptible nod from Aaron, a shy but excited grin from Spencer.
It was fleeting, but you caught it, and it sent a curious thrill through you. Were they… in on something? The thought lingered, mixing with the warmth in your chest.
“Alright,” Aaron said, his voice taking on that commanding tone he used in briefings, but softened around the edges, more intimate. “I’ll start. But remember, anyone can tap out at any time. No pressure.” He directed his question at you first, his dark eyes locking onto yours.
“Truth or dare?”
The room seemed to hold its breath. You felt a flush creep up your neck, but it was exciting, not uncomfortable. “Truth,” you said, opting for safety to start.
Aaron’s smile deepened slightly. “What’s the most unprofessional thought you’ve had about someone on the team?”
Straight to the heart of it. No easing in. But his tone was kind, encouraging, without a hint of judgment. Spencer leaned in a little closer, his curiosity evident, his breath warm against your shoulder.
You bit your lip, weighing your words, but the punch loosened your tongue. “Okay, fine. I’ve… wondered what it would be like to kiss Spencer. He’s got that adorable, awkward charm that just draws you in. Like, would he quote statistics mid-kiss or something?”
Spencer’s cheeks flushed a deep pink, but he didn’t look away. Instead, he adjusted his glasses, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “Really? Me?”
You nodded, laughing softly to diffuse the tension. “Yeah, you. Don’t act so surprised.”
Aaron nodded approvingly, his expression unreadable but not disapproving. “Good answer. Honest. Your turn now.”
The game picked up from there, the questions and dares starting light but gaining depth with each round. You dared Spencer to do his best impression of Morgan, which had him puffing out his chest and drawling, “Pretty boy, hand over the magnifying glass,” in a terrible accent that left you all in hysterics.
Spencer turned to Aaron with a truth: “What’s the one bureau rule you’ve bent the most?”
Aaron thought for a moment, his fingers drumming lightly on his knee. “Probably the one about not getting personally involved in cases. But you all know that.” His eyes flicked to Spencer, then to you, something heavier in his gaze.
When it circled back, Spencer chose dare for Aaron. “Kiss me,” he said, his voice steady but with a nervous edge, his eyes meeting Aaron’s without flinching.
The room went utterly still. Your breath caught in your throat, the air thick with anticipation. Aaron didn’t hesitate, didn’t question it. He stood smoothly, crossing the short distance to the couch.
Spencer tilted his head up, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, a mix of nerves and desire in his expression. Aaron cupped his face gently, his thumbs brushing along Spencer’s jawline with a tenderness that contrasted his usual stoicism. He leaned down, their lips meeting in a soft, exploratory kiss.
It started tentative lips brushing, testing then deepened as Spencer responded, his hands coming up to grip Aaron’s shoulders, pulling him closer. A low hum escaped Spencer, vibrating against Aaron’s mouth as their tongues met, slow and deliberate.
You watched, transfixed, heat blooming in your core. It was beautiful, intimate, the way Aaron’s hand slid into Spencer’s hair, guiding without forcing, and how Spencer’s body relaxed into it, submissive yet eager.
When they parted, both breathing a little heavier, Aaron’s eyes were darker, pupils dilated. He straightened but didn’t move away, his hand lingering on Spencer’s cheek for a moment. “Your turn,” he said to you, his voice rougher than before, laced with something primal.
“Dare,” you whispered, your heart pounding.
Aaron’s smile was slow, knowing. “Join us.”
You didn’t need more encouragement. Leaning in, you kissed Spencer first his lips soft and warm, tasting faintly of the fruity punch and something uniquely him, like books and coffee.
He responded immediately, one hand tangling in your hair, pulling you closer with surprising confidence. His kiss was eager, exploring, his tongue tracing your lower lip before delving deeper.
Then Aaron was there, his hand gently turning your face toward him. His kiss was different firmer, more dominant, his mouth claiming yours with a controlled intensity that made your toes curl.
One hand cupped your neck, thumb stroking your pulse point, sending shivers down your spine. Spencer watched, his breath coming in short bursts, his hand still on your back.
The game blurred after that, the lines between truths, dares, and desires dissolving in the haze of alcohol and attraction. Dares turned to touches Spencer’s hand sliding tentatively onto your thigh, his fingers tracing light patterns that made you squirm.
Aaron’s fingers brushed Spencer’s collarbone, unbuttoning the top of his shirt with deliberate slowness.
Questions became whispers: “Have you ever thought about this with us?” from Aaron, his voice low and soothing, directed at both of you.
“Yes,” Spencer admitted, his voice breathy, his eyes flicking between you and Aaron. “More than once. With both of you. It’s… it’s been a fantasy.”
“Me too,” you confessed, the words tumbling out. “Seeing you two together like that… it’s hot.”
Aaron stood then, pulling Spencer up with him in a fluid motion. “Then let’s make it real,” he said, his tone firm but gentle, always the leader. “But only if you’re both sure. We can stop anytime. No judgments, no regrets.”
You both nodded, the air charged with consent and excitement. Aaron guided Spencer to his knees in front of the couch, where you remained seated, watching with wide eyes.
“Show her how good you are, Spencer,” Aaron murmured, his hand in Spencer’s hair as he unbuckled his belt with the other.
Spencer’s eyes met yours, a mix of shyness and determination shining through. He looked up at Aaron with reverence, then focused on the task.
Aaron’s pants slid down, revealing his hardening arousal. Spencer took him in hand first, stroking slowly, his touch confident despite the flush on his face. Then his mouth followed lips wrapping around the tip, tongue swirling in lazy circles.
Aaron groaned softly, his head tilting back slightly, hand tightening in Spencer’s curls. “That’s it, pretty boy. Just like that. Take your time.”
You shifted on the couch, your dress feeling too constricting, thighs pressing together to ease the ache building between them.
The sight was mesmerising Spencer’s cheeks hollowing as he took Aaron deeper, his movements rhythmic and devoted. He was submissive to Aaron, following the gentle tugs on his hair, the quiet praises falling from Aaron’s lips like rewards.
“Good boy, Spencer. You’re making me feel so good. Look at her watching you she’s enjoying the show.”
Spencer’s free hand reached for you, sliding under the hem of your dress, fingers tracing up your thigh until they found your panties. He teased the edge, then dipped inside, circling your clit with expert precision. You moaned, the sound escaping unbidden, your hand clutching the couch cushion.
“See what you’re doing to her?” Aaron said, his voice like velvet over steel. “Keep going.”
Spencer’s rhythm faltered only slightly as he multitasked, his fingers delving deeper, circling your clit you while his mouth worked Aaron. The dual sensations watching them, feeling Spencer’s touch had you arching, your breaths coming in gasps.
Aaron pulled back eventually, his chest heaving, eyes dark with need. “Enough for now. Your turn to feel good,” he said, his gaze locking on you.
He knelt between your legs, pushing your dress up to your hips with careful hands. Spencer moved to sit beside you, his lips finding your neck, kissing the sensitive skin there as Aaron hooked his fingers in your panties, sliding them down your legs slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Beautiful,” Aaron murmured, his breath hot against your inner thigh. He leaned in, his tongue tracing your folds in a long, slow lick that made you shudder. “Taste so sweet. Relax for me.”
Spencer whispered in your ear, his voice husky. “You like that? Aaron’s mouth on you, making you feel this way?”
“Yes,” you gasped, your hand threading through Spencer’s hair as Aaron’s tongue delved deeper, sucking gently on your clit. Pleasure built in waves, coiling tight in your belly.
Aaron’s hands held your thighs open, his touch firm but soothing, his hums of approval vibrating against you. His fingers easily slipping into your cunt and finding that spot that makes you see stars.
Your head falls back in pleasure as both men’s hands work at you. Spencer’s hand cupped your breast through the fabric of your dress, thumb circling your nipple. “You’re so responsive. Come for him. Let us hear you.”
The orgasm crashed over you like a wave, your body trembling, moans spilling from your lips as Aaron lapped you through it, his tongue gentle now, drawing out every aftershock. “That’s it, good girl,” he praised, lifting his head with a satisfied smile.
They helped you stand after, hands steady and reassuring. Clothes came off in a slow, deliberate strip your dress pooling at your feet, Spencer’s coat and shirt discarded, revealing his lean, surprisingly toned frame.
Aaron’s suit followed, his body strong and commanding. Their touches were polar opposite Spencer’s fingers tentative but eager on your skin, Aaron’s confident and guiding.
Aaron directed Spencer to lie back on the couch, pulling you astride him. “Ride him,” he instructed you softly. “Show me how you take him.”
Spencer blushed but guided you down, his length. Already achingly hard and leaking at the tip, He held your hips filling you inch by inch as you sank onto him. He groaned, hands tightening on your hips. “God, you feel amazing. So tight.”
“o-oh god” You whimpered, the feeling of spencer filling you up was something you never thought would happen but always did wish.
You rocked gently at first, finding a rhythm, the fullness making you moan, your hands resting on his chest, Spencer thrust up to meet you, his dominance emerging fingers digging into your skin, guiding your pace.
“That’s it, take what you need. Ride me harder.”
Aaron watched, stroking himself lazily, his eyes hungry. Watching how you moved on spencer. Watching how spencer reacted. Blushing and moaning as he looked up at you.
Then he joined, not being able to wait any longer. Aaron wanted to try something kneeling behind you on the couch. “Ready for more? For both of us?”
You nodded, breathless. “Yes. Please.” were you nervous of course. But you could tell with the way Aaron’s hand ran over the swell of your ass he was trying to relax you. And it worked.
Spencer stilled as Aaron prepared you fingers slick with lube from his desk drawer he’d grabbed earlier stretching you carefully, soothingly. With one finger…then two. “Relax, we’ve got you. Breathe through it.”
The initial pressure was intense, but Aaron’s voice grounded you. “You’re doing so well. Feel how full you’re going to be.”
He entered slowly, Pushing in only half to begin with. His cock thick and long the sensation overwhelming two of them inside you, stretching, filling. You moaned loudly, a keening sound, your body adjusting to the double penetration.
“Shh it’s okay…Feel good?” Spencer asked, his hands stroking your sides.
“So full… so good,” you whimpered, starting to move tentatively. The fullness was still overwhelming but both men’s hands on you soothing you made it better.
“Fuck,” Spencer groaned, feeling Aaron through the thin wall separating them. “I can feel you both…”
They found a rhythm Aaron’s thrusts deep and controlled from behind, Spencer’s responding beneath you. Dirty talk wove through the air Aaron’s “Such a good girl, taking us both like this. You’re perfect for us,” low and encouraging. Spencer’s “You’re squeezing me so tight, Feels so good.”
Aaron deep and steady, Spencer snapping his hips up to meet you. Their hands were everywhere Aaron’s on your breasts, Spencer’s gripping your ass, guiding you down harder.
Pleasure built to a fever pitch, your cries echoing in the office as another orgasm ripped through you, clenching around them. Shaking with the intensity.
“Fuck—just like that. Look at you,” Aaron growled against your neck. “Taking us both so perfectly. Our good girl.” he groaned as he felt you clenching around spencer and subsequently him, His hands on your waist as he continued to thrust into you.
Spencer’s voice was wrecked. “So tight… you’re squeezing me so hard… gonna come inside you soon—”
Aaron let out an affectionate laugh but was cut of by a groan as his release followed after a few more thrusts. He held you tightly to him. His forehead coming down to rest on your shoulder.
The quiet in Aaron’s office was profound after the intensity, broken only by the soft sounds of breathing slowing, bodies shifting on the couch. You lay between them, your head on Spencer’s chest, Aaron’s arm draped over your waist from behind.
The air smelled of sweat and sex, mingled with the faint pumpkin spice from outside his office door a reminder of the party’s innocence compared to what had just transpired. No one spoke for a long moment, content to bask in the warmth, the connection.
Spencer was the first to break the silence, his voice soft and a little hesitant, true to his nature. Talking fast and nervous “That was… incredible. I mean, I’ve read about poly dynamics in psychology journals, but experiencing it is different. The endorphin release alone—”
Aaron chuckled, the sound rumbling against your back. “Reid, not everything needs analysis right now.” But there was affection in his tone, his hand squeezing Spencer’s shoulder over you.
You smiled, tracing lazy patterns on Spencer’s skin. “He’s right, though. It was amazing. I didn’t expect… this. But I’m glad it happened.”
Aaron pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Me too. We’ve all been under so much stress. This was a release we needed.” His voice was calm, reassuring, the leader even in intimacy.
They helped you dress eventually, hands lingering, touches turning affectionate rather than heated. Spencer buttoned the back of your dress with careful fingers, his eyes meeting yours with a shy smile. Aaron straightened his tie, watching you both with a fond expression. The office felt different now less a workspace, more a shared secret.
As you all headed out, locking up behind you, the bullpen was dark and empty. “See you Monday?” Aaron asked, his car keys jingling.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” Spencer said, and you nodded, the promise of more hanging in the air.
A bit of a rough play with colour - this actually started out much wider lensed but I cropped it for my zoomed version on Instagram and realised I liked it much better cropped 😊
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