nerd!jeno didn't think anything could be better than fucking you. well he was wrong. now he thinks nothing could be better than the taste of your sopping cunt.
he was hesitant at first, he'd never done something like this before. but as his face neared your core, skin warm as he wrapped his arms under your thighs, he thought he had seen heaven.
your breath was heavy as you stared down at him, your lip between your teeth as he gently stuck his tongue past your folds, getting a feel for your taste. he let out a moan as the first drops of you landed on his tongue, the sweetest candy he's ever tasted. the vibration made you sink back into the pillows, fingers gripping onto the sheets. jeno sunk into your core, nose gently prodding at your clit as he lapped at your wet hole, desperate for your juices.
"oh my- jen baby, fuck, feels good, right there."
your hands abandoned the sheets moving to grip at the strands of jeno's hair. he hummed into your core, not listening to a word you were saying. it was just him and your pussy, nothing else mattered. he moved his mouth up to latch onto your clit suckling gently as he brought his fingers towards your entrance, sliding two in gently. you moaned at the feeling thighs coming together to close around his face. he backed away from your core, removing his fingers from inside you to push your thighs apart.
"don't move, you're gonna break my glasses."
he straightened his glasses on his face before diving right back in, tongue lapping at your clit and his fingers deep inside of you. you swallowed down a moan hands quickly coming down to hold your knees apart. one thing jeno didn't play about was his glasses. you watched as he continued his ministrations on your core, glasses fogged up and pushe uncomfortably against his nose as he pressed his mouth deeper into you. he let out a groan,
"i can't, i can't fucking see you with these on."
he took his glasses off, throwing them somewhere on the floor and he focused back on your cunt.
"hm, still looks so pretty even when it's blurry."
you giggled at his comment calling him an idiot before gently shoving him back down onto your core. he happily complied lips latching onto your clit, his tongue swirling around the bud. his fingers slowly slid into you, this time remaining knuckle deep. he dragged the pads of his fingers along your walls, looking for that one spot. you let out a loud moan as he finally found it, a grin on his face at your reaction.
he stuck to that spot fingers prodding and rubbing at it as he focused his tongue back onto your clit, pressing on it gently. your back arched off the bed, legs coming together to close around his head as you felt your orgasm wash over you, strings of jeno's name leaving your mouth as you screwed your eyes shut. you pushed his head back as he kept sucking on your clit, overstimulation taking over your body.
"jen, jen, that's enough baby, too much."
he moved back to look up at you, cheeks flushed, his lips and nose wet with your juices. his eyes slightly squinted as he tried to focus on you, vision blurred by his lack of glasses.
"if you think about it this is a real safety hazard. tasted so good i almost forgot to breathe."
you giggled as he got up to hover over you, face now inches away from your,
โsโtoo much sweetheartโ h-hah..โ youโve been overstimulating him for the past 30 minutes, your right hand covered in your husbands slick. heโs laying in between your legs, head resting in the crook of your neck as his hands latch firmly onto your plump thighs.
he had come home from work clearly frustrated with whatever went on inside his workplace, you just wanted to give him somethinโ to cool off after a hard day at work! โnuh uh.. sโnot enough, youโre being soo good for me kennnn.โ your free hand threads fingers through his silky hair as your sultry voice throws him for a loop. he truly underestimated how filthy his little wife was.
heโs planting delicate kisses on your neck while heโs huffing out shallow breaths, you continue to jerk his lengthy cock, milking whatever he has left inside of him. โf-fuck nngh mโgonna cum again- mmf,โ heโs moaning out โ pleading even, youโve put a hand tightly over his mouth, silencing his loud moans. โyeah? youโre being so loudd.. heh- cโmon give it to me kentooโ you giggle, fisting his cock while his leaky tip oozes out beads of pre-cum.
his hands are gripping your thighs while he bucks his hips into your hand, chasing his orgasm. the room is filled with obscene noises and muffled moans, you move your hand from his mouth upwards to his eyes, blinding him. โmmngh- please p-please yeah.. d-donโt stop shiiit!โ he groans, tilting his head back as the coil deep in his stomach unwravels.
your hand is jerking him up n down, squeezing him tightly. his cum is pouring out, dripping all over your hand as you focus your strokes onto his sensitive tip. โo. . . oh fuuuuck fuck fuck hnghh ah!โ he whines while his cum flows out his slit in large spurts. heโs made a mess all throughout your hand, cum dripping down to his balls.
โfeel better big boy..?โ you giggle, removing both your hands from his body causing him to wince out of overstimulation. โhah.. almost killed me yโknowโ he glares at your smitten facial expressions, you roll your eyes before landing a big kiss onto his parched lips. โwhateverrr, you liked it!โ you reply, only thing on your mind is the next time youโll be able to help your husband โcool off after workโ
who knows.. maybe this will become a little routine you guys have
a/n : can you tell i like sub nanami.. ermm ; got lazy at the end loll likes & reblogs appreciated <3 kisses from c4toru !!
kissing spencer reid till his glasses fog up and heโs giggling into your mouth when you press his cheeks together to leave tiny pecks. heโs rushing into the briefing with bright red cheeks, stained lips, his tie a slight crooked, but his glasses? are the ones that give him away; theyโre clearing up on the fog.
between hidden kisses he selfishly keeps you as his though he knows nothing escapes the bright minds of his team.
summary: with an age gap like yours and aaronโs, itโs expected for there to be differences. aaron expected it, of course, but he never expected it to be like this. but is he really complaining?
content warnings: smut, 18+, minors do not interact!, established relationship, age gap, like two (2) spanks, some dry humping, p in v, cowgirl, cream pie, reader is a horn dog but hotch is whipped regardless, degradation, dirty talk, hints of sugar daddy!aaron, the word daddy used like once or twice oops
word count: 2.2k
a/n: i already had this in my drafts but when i saw this post i couldnโt help but speed up the process teehee ๐คญ all i ever write is smut but i honestly cant help it lmao thereโs something wrong w me
Aaron is a tired man.
A tired, busy, stressed, and overworked man.
He swears he somehow has six children despite only one of them having his actual blood and DNA.
He knows the relationship between him and the rest of his team has become fatherly in some aspects (keyword: some), even silently acknowledging the way they call him and Rossi โmom and dadโ behind their backs.
Yet, despite his love and respect for them, he was still a tired father man. A man that gave his team the weekend off so he could go home and sleep for 48 hours straight without the annoying six a.m. alarm that was constantly pending and going off.
But, of course, it seemed that you had others plans for him.
You, who he would normally classify as his sweet, beloved angel of a girlfriend, was secretly the devil reincarnated, someone who patiently waited for him to arrive to your shared apartment in order to attack.
He can sense the tension as soon as he steps inside the living area and sees you waiting for him on the couch, sitting primly with your legs tucked underneath you and facing the door. A sweet smile and seemingly innocent look adorns your face but Aaron knows better, and it doesnโt take a profiler to see the mischief that still sparkles through your facade.
He groans inwardly, not just because of those tactics of yours heโs already used to, no. But because of what youโre wearing. The cherry on top, truly.
A short, pinkโand overall skimpyโnightie adorns your figure, the satin fabric shining the slightest bit from the glow of the table lamp from behind you. It ends at your mid-thigh, the lace adorned slit spread open over your skin, leaving little to the imagination. He can tell itโs new, a piece he hasnโt seen beforeโa piece heโs certain you bought with his credit card.
You look sweet, so sweet, but Aaron knows what you truly are.
A horny, insatiable beast.
Out of all the things Aaron has ever wondered in his life, he couldnโt help but be at a loss at how youโve managed to conceal such ravenous desires with specious normalcy. He knew that hypersexuality and eagerness was a prone factor of yours, given the significant age gap between you two.
The insecurity prods at him now and then, the one that makes him think heโs far too old for a girl like you. But while he still considered himself to have a somewhat normal, healthy libido for his age, yours was over the roofโcompletely skyrocketed over what Aaron thought was the normal amount for a woman your age.
He doesnโt know how you do it, how youโre always ready to pounce on him atโquite literallyโall times.
Thereโs been times where heโs been woken up with your mouth wrapped around his dick and your head bobbing up and down underneath the blanket, times where little to hardly no work gets done when heโs working from home because he just โlooked so hot concentrated,โ times where his alarm goes off early in the morning and you call him back to bed with just a spread of your legs.
He swears heโs going to get a heart attack because of you one of these days.
The sound of you shuffling around the couch snaps him back to reality, swallowing harshly when you move to lean over the backrest of the couch. Your breasts push against the cushions, accentuating them further than the nightie allows.
โWelcome home, my love.โ
Heโs faced far worse monsters than a horny twenty-something-year-old, but he canโt help but look away in mortification as the exhaustion he was previously feeling begins to get replaced by his trousers tightening around him.
Your giggle snaps him out of his trance and he clenches and unclenches his fist, setting his suitcase down by the door. โHi, sweetheart.โ
You grin brightly, eyes twinkling in the low light of the apartment as you tap the seat next to you. Like a predator masking kindness and genuineness in order to get closer to their prey before they attack.
โHow was work?โ You ask, eyes following his every move as he cautiously makes his way over to you. You shift your body so that youโre facing him once he sits down, the top of your exposed knees brushing against the side of his thigh.
Aaronโs breath hitches. This was all part of your routine, your plan. He knows that you actually do care about how his days go, but right now, by that look in your eyes, he can tell youโre attempting to lure him in just like a siren does with a sailor.
If any of his team members were here right now theyโd be snickering at how Aaron Hotchner, their seemingly stoic and intimidating boss, was turning weak in the knees for his horny girlfriend. He swallows the lump in his throat before answering, โIt was good. Just a paperwork kind of day.โ
You hum, nibbling at your bottom lip and leaning forward, one hand coming to rest on his pantsuit clad thigh. โI missed you today.โ
Itโs a ruse, Aaron says to himself. Itโs all a ruse. The way you flutter your eyelashes at him and creep your hand further up. He knows it, he knows all of your little tricks.
Yet he still has to push you away. He never does.
โI missed you, too, sweet girl.โ His heart flutters at the way you bite your bottom lip and smile, another endearing giggle echoing through the room before you finally move onto his lap.
Like a siren with a sailor.
You wrap your arms around his neck, practically shoving your boobs in his face as you settle yourself on either side of his thighs. Aaron groans when you plant yourself right on top of his growing bulge, throwing his head back as you begin to pepper needy, heated kisses all over his face.
His hands come to grip at your waist, hissing when you bite and suck at the sensitive skin on his neck. โSweetheartโโ he tries to usher you, to get you to slow down, but heโs cut off by you grinding down on his clothed dick, eliciting a moan from both of you.
โMissed you so much,โ you repeat, voice coming out in a whine like youโve been starved of his attention for months.
God, Aaron swears he can feel his body go into overdrive in order to attempt to keep up with you. Your lips continue to kiss at his neck while your hands eagerly work to undo his belt, messily pulling and tugging.
He hisses quietly when you reach inside his boxers to spring his cock free of its restraints, the bulge slapping against his tummy while the angry red tip leaks of precome.
โY/N, honey,โ he tries again, trying to regain control of the situation, as if he had ever had any of it to begin with. Another groan is pulled from the back of his throat when you wrap a perfectly manicured handโa manicure he paid for, of courseโaround his length, interrupting his attempt to snap you out of your lust-filled haze.
You hum in satisfaction at the sight of him, moving your hand up and down, tugging at the base of his cock and running your thumb over the slit. โSo big,โ you whimper, nibbling at your bottom lip. โMissed your cock, Aaron. Always miss you.โ
Aaron digs his nails into the fabric of the nightie, throwing his head against the cushions when you spit onto your hand and use it as lube to quicken your pace.
Maybe you were secretly a succubus, one that feigned purity and serenity to fool and lure in her victims before showing her true form. One that maxes out all of her victimโs credit cards to buy skimpy outfits and pay for all her things.
But who was he to deny you anything? Aaron never thought he would be able to handle all of thisโall of you, even without the constant horninessโ but here he was, fighting for his life while you lifted your hips and sunk down on his cock.
Aaron groaned again, the sound loud and guttural as it mixed in with your own cry of pleasure. Your walls clenched, wrapping around him like a vice who never wanted to let go.
โGo on, sweetheart,โ he mumbles, his grip on your waist loosening and his hands skirting down your back to slip underneath the hem of your nightie, delivering a particularly harsh slap against your ass that makes you whine. โTake what you so desperately want all the time.โ
He chuckles at the sight of your cheeks turning pink, your desperation overpowering your slight embarrassment as you begin to move your hips.
โAaron,โ you cry out, bottom lip jutting out and eyes rolling to the back of your head.
โWhat? Does that feel good?โ He taunts, one hand slipping around your waist, keeping you close while the other leans against the backrest of the couch.
You nod, a fucked-out expression already taking its place on your face. โS-So good, I l-love it.โ
โYeah? You love it?โ He coos when you nod again. โDirty girl, always so needy and ready for me. You have no shame, do you, sweetheart?โ
โUh-uh,โ you mumble, โNeed you all the time, daddy.โ The straps from your nightie slip down your shoulder as you lean backwards, resting your palms against his knees behind you before quickening your pace and bouncing needily.
โShit, honey,โ Aaron murmurs, taking in the sight of you before him. Your tits jiggled in his face, threatening to jump out of the fabric covering them, and your head was thrown back in utter pleasure while you rolled your hips. Some of the sweetest sounds Aaron had ever heard in his life were leaving your mouth, a mix of babbled words and moans.
โโMma, Iโm g-gonna cum, ba-baby,โ You whisper, too blissed out to form proper words. โIโm gonnaโfuckโgonna c-cum, Aaron.โ
Aaron could practically feel how close you were, your walls clenching and unclenching around him repeatedly as you pushed through the pain shooting up your thighs and continued bouncing on his cock.
โYouโre going to be the death of me, sweet girl,โ he mutters, stopping your irregular movements before pulling you into his chest and taking over for you.
A loud, practically pornographic moan echoed through the apartment as he began thrusting up into you, settling himself further down the couch for a better angle. The only sounds that could be heard were his low grunts and your high-pitched moans along with the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing in with the squelching sound of your pussy.
Repeated strings of โyes, yes, yesโ left your mouth, teeth digging into your bottom lip harshly and toes curling as you felt your orgasm approach you violently. You shook in his hold, adding to his thrusts by bouncing up and down again as best as you could.
โCโmon, sweetheart,โ Aaron whispers into your ear, tightening his hold on you. โCome on my cock, you wanted it so bad, right?โ
You nod dumbly, eyes shut and face contorted into pure, utter bliss. You quiver when another slap is delivered to your ass, and it doesnโt take long for you to finish right then and there. You squeal in his arms, body stuttering and shaking as your orgasms rips through your body and invades all your senses.
Aaron presses a chaste kiss to your cheeks, not letting go of his hold on you as he continues thrusting up inside your gushing cunt, his own movements becoming sloppy as he feels his own high approach.
โAaron,โ you sigh, โCome in m-me. P-Please, fill me up,โ you throw your head back, โWant it so bad.โ
All it takes are those words for him to unload inside you, another groan escaping as white, hot ribbons of his come spurt deep inside you, mixing in with your own release.
You both lay still there, his cock still inside you as you attempt to regain your breath. After a while, you giggle breathily, coming up to wrap your hands around his neck and lay your head on his shoulder tiredly.
โWhat a shame you have to go back to work tomorrow,โ you say, the pout on your lips evident despite Aaron not being able to see you properly.
This next part he knows he shouldnโt say, but he canโt help himself.
โI, uh, gave the team the rest of the weekend off.โ He feels you freeze in his arms. โIโll be home, honey.โ
You sit back up, your eyes holding that hunger again as you stare up at him and tilt your head to the side coyly. โReally?โ
He nods, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
You giggle again. โWell, looks like weโll have a lot of time to ourselves then, no?โ
Aaron groans when he feels you begin to clench around him again.
When he goes back to work the next Monday, heโs approached by a confused looking Rossi, the older manโs brows furrowed as he takes in his appearance.
โYou look more tired than before?โ He says, the observation coming out as a question.
spencer reid x fem!reader; +18; coworkers; semi-public sex/kissing; workplace inappropriateness; unprotected sex | wc: 3k
Another night of extra work at BAU in which you squinted against the blue light of the computer and tried not to get lost in the countless words about the various cases that needed to be filed - which Penelope could easily help with, but had already left with the rest of the gyus - and then, on paper, placed in Aaron's hands the next morning as soon as possible.
"Being so close to the computer harms your eyesight." Reid's calm voice echoed, and you remembered that he was there too. So entertained at work that you forgot that he was present and the real reason he stayed. Well, he could have left with Hotch, but the look you gave him made him refuse, and Hotch trusted Reid more to keep the BAU locked safe and sound during the night. "Don't tell me, genius."
You sighed heavily and pulled away from the screen, straightening your posture with the back of your chair, stretching the aching limbs of your body and stared at Reid, who read a thick book and had been in the same upright position for a long time if you weren't mistaken. You were silent for a while, just watching him. You weren't profiling him or anything. You just let yourself get lost in the figure that was Reid; The hair arranged with gel, the eyebrows and eyes tight in concentration behind the lenses of the glasses that insisted on falling off, the tip of his tongue wetting his mouth, the neck and the collar of the T-shirt that covered the accentuated collarbone that you had already left lipstick marks in hurried kisses and bites. You ran your tongue over your lower lip, remembering certain moments shared with your genius colleague in that same office and in that same situation.
Maybe a little different, since when you and Reid happened to have sex at the office it wasn't planned or anything, you just happened to be dealing with extensive paperwork when Reid let a very suggestive question come out of his mouth, and you, tired and frustrated from so much work and no sexual reward with the few partners you've had, decided to combine two wishes at the same time, and dragged Reid to the nearest bathroom, ending up having the best orgasm of your life with your colleague kneeling between your legs, his hands grabbing your waist tightly as he ate you out, wet and munch, moaning against your pussy as you intertwined your fingers in his curled strands and pinned him against you, his name leaving your lips in a whine.
You came back to reality when he waved a hand in front of your face, still on the other side of the table. You blinked a few times, trying to push those images out of your head, but the warmth that filled your body just thinking about those hands touching you and his sighs, and his stayed there with you were too opportune for you to let slip through your fingers. "You've been doing the same job for a long time. I can see from afar that you are tense. I already told you, I can help with the work."
You ran your hands over your face and ruffled your hair, stretching your legs in the little space you had, and returned to face Reid, who was waiting for an answer, still reading the book. You smiled roguely as you thought of a way he could help you with all the tension in your body. You slammed your hands on the arms of the chair and stood up, pointing a finger at him, who finally looked at you. "I do my job, genius. But I know how you can help me."
Reid rested the book on the table and gestured with his hand for you to speak, and he would be ready to help you. You took a deep breath, controlling yourself not to leave your intention in your face when you saw him so helpful, so gulible with those beautiful bright brown eyes. "Come with me to get some coffee and take a break." Reid raised his eyebrows but stood up and followed you out of the bullpen, walking side by side with you toward the BAU kitchen while citing a few ways to relieve stress.
Before you got to the kitchen, you grabbed his arm and dragged him to the nearest door, entering the bathroom and out of sight of whatever camera had in the hallway. Reid let out an exclamation as he was pulled into the bathroom and shoved into a stall, falling sitting on the closed lid of the toilet as you locked the door, sharing the small space with him. "What about your coffee?" Reid swallowed hard when he saw your fingers undoing the first buttons of your blouse, showing some of your breasts held by the white bra as you approached him, trapping him sitting on the toilet, his hands automatically going to your waist.
You puffed out your chest, pushing it into Reid's face, who parted his mouth as he alternated his gaze between your face and tits, his fingers squeezing your waist. You slid a hand from his cheek to the strands behind the back of his neck and pulled his head back, smiling as you heard him grunt, and horniness spread through your body. "You're my coffee." You leaned in, bringing your lips close to his ear, giving light wet kisses under his ear, feeling him wince, and whispered. "You have an obligation to relieve the tension in my body and keep me awake the rest of the night, Dr. Spencer Reid."
Reid let out a moan as you sat on his lap, rolling lightly on his crotch and feeling your tongue on his neck. You held his chin, finding his brown eyes shining at you and Reid nodded, pinning you on top of him tightly. "Good boy."
You didn't know that kissing Reid, having him hold you tight like he wanted you attached to him was so good until you felt him for the first time; His inexperience, but the urgency of the act and the speed of taking what he had to do to have you rubbing against him, sighing against his mouth made everything more interesting. The second time kissing him and feeling his hands run down your body, the hot muffled breath, the wet noise of the kiss and his bulge poking your ass was electrifying. Maybe it was the way Reid kissed you with desire, his tongue in tune with yours, exploring your mouth, his hands passing and squeezing the right places, crumpling your clothes as intensely as you wanted his on the floor, his desire emanating from his body and the way when you separated the kiss he went after you until you had your mouth stuck to his again.
Spencer Reid was like a drug, once you tasted it was impossible to forget and you were always going to want more.
"Reid..." You sighed against his mouth, pulling back a bit to catch your breath, running your hands through his shattered hair to push him away, soon being shut up by his swollen and wet mouth in yours. You shudder as you felt his fingertips sliding down your back and rolled against him, feeling him push his waist against you, both squeezing each other with the sensation. "Reid... I need you... Now. Spencer."
Reid grunted as you separated from his mouth, a small alloy of saliva connecting your red, swollen mouths. He stared at you with those begging round eyes, rosy cheeks and spiky hair, the collar of his shirt rumpled from your hurried hands. You moaned when you saw him and lost control, lifting a little of his legs, enough for you to raise your pencil skirt, curling up your thighs covered by pantyhose. You grunted in anger, trying to get rid of the layers of clothing that separated you from feeling him better. "There you go." Reid said as soon as he unzipped the side of your skirt and helped you push the fabric up your waist, his fingers squeezing your legs in the process.ย
He moaned at the sight of the white lace panties through the black pantyhose and you smiled, lifting his chin with a finger. "Take off the rest and I'm all yours, Dr." You slid a hand across the bulge of his pants, watching him hang his head and moan, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Your desire, my command." Spencer grumbled between sighs, his brown eyes shining with desire, and he brought his hands to the sides of your thighs, feeling the fabric of the pantyhose as he ran his fingers up close to where you needed him most. You mumbled his name, resting your hands on the sides of the cabin as you felt his long, nimble fingertips brushing your intimacy, rolling for more contact. "Oh, Spencer..." You moaned, squinting and throwing your head back as Spencer rubbed two fingers against your clit and circled slowly.
"I wished to eat you out again..." Spencer whispered softly, still working his fingers on you, having you sighing and rolling against his fingers. You forced yourself to open your eyes to look at him, finding the brown eyes focused on the middle of your legs where his fingers worked harder and faster. Spencer probably didn't realize that he had let that desire out and you were happy to know that you also was in his head since that day. The warmth spread through your body as you thought about what Spencer fantasized about you and how he would use his tongue and fingers on you; you moaned at the thought, tightening Spencer's fingers between your legs.
"Another time, baby." You answered, holding his arm where it was and used the entire length of his hand to his wrist to stimulate you, feeling your clitoris throb and panties get wetter. "Fuuck..." Spencer grunted at the sight, licking his mouth and used both hands to rip your pantyhose between your legs, pulling out a scream in surprise as he pressed his thumb against you in a slow press and two fingers sinking your panties into your folds.
"So wet..." He looked away to your face and smiled wide as he saw you biting your mouth to hold back loud moans, eyes shining with desire. "Thinking about sexual activities with co-workers during work hours is very unprofessional." You were about to make fun of him, swallowing what you were going to say when you felt him pull away your panties and rub his fingers between your folds, spreading your liquid all over your pussy. You squeezed a hand on his shoulder, feeling your legs tremble as you had two fingers penetrating you, the burning of the thickness of his fingers and the feeling of having them going deep made you moan his name and squeeze your fingers inside you. "As if you had a place to speak by saying that you want to eat me out again and sustaining all this bulge here." You squeezed his cock over the fabric, rubbing your palm and Spencer winced, moaning your name.
You undid the belt and zipper of his pants quickly, with his help by pulling his underwear halfway up his thighs, freeing his hard cock already expelling pre-cum on the pink head. The muffled voices of the two of you echoed through the bathroom as you masturbated; Spencer's fingers in and out of your pussy quickly as you accelerated the hand movements on his cock, squeezing his head only to see him whimper and sigh heavily.
"Spencer, I need you inside me. Now." You clasped your hands on his shoulders to accentuate your need. Spencer pulled his wet fingers out of you and grabbed you by the waist as you returned to his lap, lining up his cock with your entrance. His eyes widening when he noticed that you two were about to have properly sex, his cock inside your pussy, in the bathroom of the BAU. "I don't have a condom here with me. You..."
"I'm on the pill." You cut him and squeezed his shoulders as you went down on his cock, feeling his thickness and size widening you perfectly. You rested your head on his, controlling your breathing, feeling your body catch fire with the feeling of him filling you completely. "Oh my God, don't move now. Please." Spencer asked, pushing his forehead against yours and squeezing your waist tightly.
You stood still, smiling as you felt him pulsing inside you until he started to move calmly, going deeper inside you and making you sigh loudly and attach yourself to his body. "Spencer..." You had your face buried in the crook of his neck as you rolled against him, your ass meeting his thighs loudly and your clit brushed against his crotch, both moaning breathlessly into each other's arms.
"You... You're so good... So hot... Oh!" Spencer moaned loudly as you pressed your gummy walls to the head of his cock and went back down and up quickly, his waist finding your movements, making you moan at the pace he buried himself in you, his head hanging back against the tile as you dug your nails into the thin fabric of his rumpled shirt. "Spencer... Spencer... Oh-Spen... So good..."
You half-opened your eyes, watching Spencer struggle to keep his eyes open and glued where his wet cock appeared and disappeared inside you. You smiled roguely, running a hand up the warm, red skin of his chest and squeezed his chin, forcing him to look at you, his brown eyes blown in pleasure. "You're good, Spencer."
You pulled him into a languid kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and his hands grabbed your back, squeezing you against him and moved at your pace. The muffled noise of the wet kiss and the moans, the crackling noise of skin to skin, the horniness, the heat, the desire of the two of you, the bubble that you both created in the comfort of that bathroom cubicle that you even forgot you were still in the BAU.
"I.. I'm going to cum... I-" Spencer stammered, squeezing his fingers on any part of your body, his waist movements losing rhythm and his thighs trembling. You knew he was close to cumming just by the way his cock twitched inside you, but you were also close to cumming, feeling that knot in your lower abdomen tightening. "It's okay, baby. I'm also close..." You whispered against his lips and slid a hand to your clit, being stopped by Spencer, who stared at you incredulously and did the work for you.
A little more and you two would be in paradise, trapped in each other's arms and high.
Suddenly the bathroom door crashed against the wall, startling both of you who widened your eyes and looked at each other scared, stopping in the middle of the act. You two disheveled, red and panting, swollen mouths, totally surrendered in the act. If you were caught at that moment, it was the end of the line for both of you. There was no denying the situation of the two and the smell of sex in the air.
Noises were present in the bathroom and you deduced that it was someone from the cleaning, forgetting that they worked at night and not in the middle of the BAU's people rush in the morning.
Spencer squeezed your waist, bringing you back to reality and stared at you, his brown eyes wide and lost, his mouth gesturing something you didn't understand. You clasped a hand in his mouth and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Be quiet and we'll end up unnoticed." Spencer nodded quickly and you silenced again. "You don't want to be seen balls deep inside a colleague at BAU during office hours, do you?"
Spencer shook his head, but the pulse that his cock inside you gave, was no mistake. You smiled widely, pressing his head against the tile and muffling the moan he let out when you started moving again. You were so close to cumming and relieving all that tension and giving a reason for that stressful night that it wouldn't be the risk of being caught and expelled permanently from the job that would make you stop now.
You continued to move, searching for your high and taking Spencer along, who returned his hand to your clit in slow, circular motions, making you smile and bite your lip. "Does the idea of being caught fucking a colleague excites you? Huh, baby?"
Spencer squeezed his eyes, panting against your fingers as he felt the orgasm approaching and felt your pussy squeezing him, speeding up the movements for you to cum too. You giggled at his exasperation. "We have a little perverted doctor who wants to get caught having sex at work. Mmh, dirty boy."
You rolled your eyes as you felt the head of Spencer's cock hit deep inside you, making you rest your head against his neck. "You can cum inside, Spencer. Please." You clasped your hand on his mouth as you felt the hot jet filling you at the same time you came on his cock, biting his neck to muffle your moan.
After the cleaning person left the bathroom and you calmed down from your high, cleaning yourself with what you had in the cabin and adjusting your clothes as best you could, you unlocked the door and went out to check if you were alone.
You threw water on your face and calmed down, looking at yourself in the mirror for any clue that gave away the activity you were doing. You saw in the mirror Spencer leaning against the cabin door, his eyebrows knitted together as he looked at the floor and his legs trembled.
You chuckled and got a curse from him. You helped him walk to the sink and did his hair in the best way, you also fixed the collar of his shirt to hide the marks you left. "You owe me a pair of new pantyhose, Dr. Spencer Reid."
Spencer opened and closed his mouth a few times, incredulous with you. He snorted and regained his posture. "Well. I'm glad I was a help, agent."
You laughed out loud, running your hands over his chest and held him by the shoulders, standing on tiptoe to kiss Reid's pout. "Thank you very much, dear co-worker. I hope we can help each other more often."
Reid widened his eyes, his mouth dropping open, his posture unarmed. You could see the thoughts forming in his head and you laughed once more, pushing his chin close, and left the bathroom adjusting your skirt, running your hands over your tight ass in the skirt, knowing that Reid's eyes were following your movements and smiled as you walked out the door, leaving him behind.
@iwashie 2025, please do not translate, modify or republish my work
Pairing: F1 driver!Hotch x fem!reader |ย WC: 0.7k |ย CW: Sweat?
A/N: Iโll give you this in celebration of me finishing the Lego F1 cars I bought ๐คญ
The paddock buzzed with anticipation as the 2025 Formula 1 season was about to kick off under the bright Australian sun at the Albert Park Circuit in Melbourne.
The air was filled with the familiar scent of high-octane fuel and burnt rubber.
Amidst the grandeur of top teams like Ferrari and Red Bull, a renewed energy emanated from the Williams garageโa team historically rich in legacy, now attempting to reclaim its stature.
At the helm stood Aaron Hotchner, he was the newly appointed team principal of Williams. Years had passed since his celebrated tenure as a driver for Ferrari, where he had clinched multiple wins and a few world championships before an unexpected mid-season retirement.
His departure had been shrouded in speculation, but those close to him knew he sought a life beyond the circuits, a life with you.
Williams had approached him several times during his retirement, trying to reel him in, but only as you'd gotten a great job opportunity in the UK, had he agreed.
Now, with the same determination that had defined his driving career, Hotch was poised to steer Williams back to its former glory.
Beside him, you observed the meticulous dance of engineers and mechanics moving around the garage, their movements were a testament to the countless hours of preparation that the first race had foregone.
The teamโs driver lineup had undergone a significant transformation: Carlos Sainz, formerly of Ferrari, brought a wealth of experience and a burning desire to prove himself even further.
It was an irony not lost on anyoneโCarlos had been the one to take Hotchโs vacant Ferrari seat years ago. And Hotch had been the first to grab him for the team once made available.
Now, under Hotchโs leadership, their paths intertwined in an entirely different dynamic.
Alongside Carlos was Alex, whose resilience and adaptability had ensured him to continue in his seat at Williams. This pairing, although unusual, was a blend of seasoned expertise and tenacious spirit.
It had already begun to show promise in the early stages of the season.
As the cars lined up on the grid, the atmosphere was electric. The front row was dominated by the usual powerhouses, but Carlos had secured a P5 in qualifying, with Albon close behind in P7.
Hotch's gaze was fixed on the monitors, analyzing real-time data, his mind orchestrating potential strategies. His headset only covered one ear, as he stayed aware of his surroundings with the other.
"Nervous?" you teased, nudging him gently.
He offered a rare smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Always. But it's a good kind of nervous."
The formation lap commenced, engines roaring to life. Hotchโs voice, calm and authoritative, crackled over the team radio. "Stay focused. Remember our strategy. Trust the car, and trust yourselves."
As the lights went out, the race erupted into a blur of speed and tactical maneuvers. Carlos made an aggressive start, skillfully navigating through the pack to challenge for a podium position. Albon, displaying his characteristic finesse, defended his position while seeking opportunities to advance.
Hotchโs leadership was noticeable. He seamlessly coordinated with his engineers, making split-second decisions on tire strategies and pit stops. His transition from driver to team principal had endowed him with a unique perspective; he understood the carโs language and the driverโs psyche, allowing him to bridge the gap between the cockpit and the pit wall.
Mid-race, a sudden safety car deployment and added an element of unpredictability. Hotchโs experience shone through as he swiftly called for a double-stack pit stop, a bold decision that catapulted Carlos into P3. The Williams garage erupted in cautious optimism, the possibility of a podium finish within reach for the first time in years.
As the checkered flag loomed, Carlos defended his position against Lando, crossing the line to secure third place. Albon finished strong in P6, earning valuable points for the team. The Williams garage was a whirlwind of elation, the podium finish a testament to their collective effort and Hotchโs strategic insight.
Before entering the cooldown room, Carlos approached Hotch, his race suit drenched in sweat but his face alight with triumph. "Couldnโt have done it without your call."
Hotch clasped his shoulder, pride evident in his eyes. "It was all you out there. This is just the beginning."
As the national anthem played and the podium celebrations commenced, you stood amidst the team, Hotch's arm wrapped around your frame, pulling you close to him, your heart swelling with pride.
Hotchโs journey had come full circleโfrom a champion driver to a visionary leader, reigniting the spirit of a storied team. And through it all, you had been by his side, sharing in the highs, the lows, and now, the resurgence of a legacy.
This series does not have enough hype about it - and it seriously deserves it ... I actually think it's better than Vikings (yep, I really did say that).
So this quiz is for everyone, but more so those that have loved the series but haven't been able to feel as close to the characters as other fandoms do.
Finan x f!reader; +18; maybe lovers; adults, none season related, kinda bratty reader, outdoor sex (ikn this man likes strong woman);
Being part of Uthred's group had its good and bad moments, even though you were the only woman. Death constantly followed you, but apart from that and every once in a while the fights, you were like a family. Always protecting each other, even though you were not a warrior, but knew how to fight with a sword, they never let you go to war; They had a great sense of protection with you and usually your job was to be the messenger and protector of women when there was one in the group.
It was tiring to be on the road all the time, but it was also cool to see new places, new people, and new stories to laugh about among friends on drunken nights. The good days on the road, whether winter or summer, were filled with laughter and teasing, most you responding to Finan's flirtations and leaving him speechless.ย
It was also nice to train with them. One must know how to protect oneself by riding in a band of troubled warriors with Uthred as leader and Osferth to watch.ย You liked to see them training the boy, even if most of the time they just teased him.
"Go easy on him, bully." You said, approaching Osferth and Finan practicing the boy's sword moves. Finan beat him more than actually taught, and that made his sense of protection with him whistle.
"He needs to learn," Finan pointed the wooden sword at him and you clicked your tongue. "And you learn by being beaten." You rolled your eyes as you listened. You guys spent so much time together that you already spoke alike, like Finan imitating Uthred.ย
You stopped near Osferth and stroked his shattered and wet with sweat hair, listening to Finan's grumbling on the side. "Why did you choose this guy to teach you? He only knows how to bark." You said and Finan complained, making Osferth laugh softly. "I know a lot more than he does, and I'm kinder."ย
Finan snorted and you both looked at him. "Then let's see if you're really good." He pointed the wooden sword at Osferth's hand for you to pick up. "Let's bet your trip to the ground, honey."
You laughed, accepting the challenge and took the wooden sword, pushing the boy aside. "Watch and learn. That's how it's done."
You knew very well how to fight with a sword. Before you were rescued and forced your way into the party, you were already practicing with a wooden sword and now you had Uthred constantly teaching you; making sure that you would be prepared enough for solo trips. Besides you always covered their backs in fights in the open field and always saved Sihtric's ass when he was too drunk and chasing trouble in bars.ย
You knew Finan's strength, but he also knew yours. You could handle it quietly. "Get ready to kiss the ground, big boy."
In Osferth's eyes it seemed that you were playing, or dancing, almost rehearsed, as you dodged each other's attacks and charged hard, slamming the wooden swords.
A dance. You could tell that the two of you danced around each other, close enough but never touching each other. Well, you had already touched; eager kisses and rushed hands over the bodies when you were drunk, but it didn't go beyond that because a fight interrupted the making out session. This, you and Finan, didn't start from nothing. It happened a little while after you joined the group and got intimate, with Finan always commenting on certain things, and to his and the group's surprise, you had a tongue as sharp as his and loved a tease.
You two were usually the reason for the laughter always being present in the group; you corresponding to the flirtations and petnames that Finan gave you.ย You felt the truth in his lines as much as in his glances, but after that interrupted day, you never tried anything again.
You could see the smile on the lips almost hidden by Finan's beard, knowing he was enjoying it like you, but it was time to end. You advanced and made Finan retreat, and you took advantage when he needed to look where he stepped to get closer, hitting his sword and sweeping him, which took him to the ground, surprised. But from last second and instinct, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the ground with him.ย
You fell down with a muffled, aching sound, almost banging your heads, and Finan's hands automatically went to your waist. You took a long time to assimilate what had happened and when you realized that you fell sitting on his lap, you froze, your eyes wide and your heart pounding as you stared at him, happy, under you.ย The two of you were silent, lost in each other's gaze and returned to reality when Osferth, next to both of you, cleared his throat.
"I won." Finan displayed the smile that made you roll your eyes and your heart pound. You rolled your eyes and rested your hands on his chest to move away. "You're on the ground and I'm literally on top of you, Finan."
"Still my point." He smiled wide and clasped his hands on her waist. You opened your mouth and slammed your fist on his shoulder when you realized his intention to speak, and stood up, leaving him on the floor. "Won't you help me, honey?"
You passed Osferth, who avoided looking in your direction, and slammed his sword into his body. "That's how you beat big boys." Finan stood up, saying you were a sore loser as you walked away.ย
You hid your smirk and racing heart when you heard his words. Finan, even though he had all that personality, sharp tongue and flirtatiousness way, was a great man; He was reliable, loyal, kind, intelligent, funny, affectionate, beautiful, a good kisser and shaked your heart.ย
The place you set up camp was very hot with the sun beating directly on the place you lit the fire, choosing to hide the tents in the shade of the trees. You ate and commented on some things about the journey ahead and remembered funny stories.ย After lunch, you rested in the shadows, but the heat and smell exuding from your body was bothering you.ย
You said you were going to the lake a little further down from where you were and soon coming back, leaving as soon as Finan came back from reconnaissance of the surroundings, questioning where you were going and following you, getting a warning from Uthred to come back in two hours - you could feel the smile in his words - and snide comments from the other two to have fun, making you laugh out loud and reply, "I'm gonna finish him off. Again."ย
The prairie around the lake shone beautifully in life with summer and the sight of the blue water was tempting. You didn't wait for Finan to approach, heading near the lake and starting to take off your clothes.ย "Wow! We did not discuss my prize for winning, but I won't complain if it's like that." Finan hissed at the sight of you without clothes and turned to him, shamelessly displaying your body to his sore eyes.ย
"I won, so it's my prize, actually." You rested a hand on your waist and smiled as you saw Finan's eyes wandering over your body. "I decide what my prize will be. And you better get in that water and take a decent shower if you want to hump with me. I smell you for miles." You turned your back to him and entered the water, feeling the ice relax your body and took the opportunity to swim.
Finan was still on the grass, staring at you in the water. "Do you want to fuck me?" You laughed out loud. "Yes. It's my prize pick, and if you want to enjoy the fact that I'm horny and wanting to fuck, you better get in the water and wash up."ย
"You're the devil trying to take me to hell, woman." Finan grumbled, running his hands through his hair, and it didn't take long for his sword and layers of clothing to be on the ground.ย "Big boy, indeed." You whistled, eyes on the thick and half-hard cock between his legs. Finan shrugged, smirking, and ran into the water, jumping into the icy water and swimming towards you, holding you in his strong arms and pulling you close, your face brushing against his.ย
"I'm not fucking you dirty like that." You whispered against his lips, feeling his beard tickle you as his hands squeezed every corner of your body. "You can make sure of the cleanliness while I get you ready, darling." He grumbled against your neck and stared back at you as you ran your hands through his hair, wetting the strands and intertwining your fingers on the back of his neck, pulling him close until you kissed with desire and one hand of his slid to the middle of your legs.ย
"Having sex outdoors wasn't on my list, but I don't complain." Finan mumbled against your body, his mouth marking every bit of your skin as you rubbed against his hard cock and kept him sitting in your clothes on the grass.
"Just like Adam and Eve, good Christian boy." You replied in a giggle, making him laugh against you and then moan muffled as you sit slowly, the warmth of your gummy insides hugging his thick cock. "Finan.. Fuck..." You moaned, squeezing his shoulders as you felt him fully inside you.ย
You waited a little while, hugging, lost in the pleasure of feeling each other completely. You began to move slowly, teasing Finan, who had one calloused hand squeezing your breast and the other supporting the body of both of you.
"Finan... Fuck.. Good..." You moaned loudly, going up and down in quick movements, the noise of your ass against his thick thighs and her wet pussy swallowing his cock. "Damn it, woman... You're going to kill me like this.. squeezing me so tight..."ย
You grabbed the strands of the back of his neck as you felt his mouth biting the skin of your neck and descending the nibbles to your nipple, throwing your head back and moaning louder and louder as you increased the pace you rode on him.ย
Finan's big, warm hands roamed your body, squeezing and clawing from your shoulders to ass, pinning you against him.ย You felt closer to cumming as you felt the thick cock filling you completely, coming out and going deep inside you, your legs shaking slightly. "I've got you, honey."ย Finan whispered between your neck and shoulder, making you laugh with the feel of his beard, and his hands going down to the bands of your ass.ย
You stopped boucing, grabbing his wrists and pushed him lying on the grass, holding his hands above his head.ย Finan raised an eyebrow, but had a smirk on his lips. "I'm in charge here, big boy."
Finan hissed and rested his head on his arms as you let go of him and let you take the lead, sliding your hands down his chest, clawing at his nipples lightly just to see him shudder and feel him throb inside you.ย You palmed your hands on his chest, arranging your sitting position on him, and smiled widely. "I'm going to finish you off, big boy."
You went up and down with more speed and force, the noise of skin against skin echoing through the open place as well as your whimpers and the grunts of Finan, who controlled himself not to grab you and finish it. You clamped and released the muscles around his cock, alternating movements between up and down and rolling, brushing your clit against his hairy pelvis, sending waves of pleasure to both of you.ย
Finan had his eyes half-open, the sunlight shining behind you blinded him in a flash and your figure was almost like of an angel leading him to the gates of paradise with your movements. "An angel..." He moaned softly, lost in the pleasure you gave him and also for hearing your moans and feeling how good you felt when using him.
You laughed weakly, raising a hand to his neck, squeezing lightly, and leaning forward, without stopping riding, and whispered against his lips. "No. I'm the devil taking you to hell, baby."
You huffed as you heard his grunt, his eyes rolling in pleasure and lifting his waist to meet your moves.ย You gasped on a moan, feeling his cock hit deep inside you, having you curl your toes and squeeze his cock, your orgasm washing you in a tremor, his name coming out of your lips in a cry. "Damn it, Finan. So good!"ย
He warned you that he was also close to cumming and you got off him in clumsy movements, soft from the intense orgasm, soon feeling his hot and sticky liquid on your belly. "Sorry. I didn't know where..." Finan's voice died as he saw you wipe his cum from your skin with your fingers and bring them to your mouth, your lips wrapped around your fingers and pulled into a crooked smile, having the man's eyes glazed over your figure.ย
"You really are the devil, woman." You laughed and pushed him lying back down, nestling in him and feeling his heartbeat still racing and his breathing unregulated. He brushed the sweat-soaked strands away from your face, taking the opportunity to caress your face with his fingertips, making you close your eyes and hum.
You two lay down, hugging, calming down from the orgasm and feeling the sun warm your skin and the tranquility of the place. Finan's gigle brought you out of your lethargy and you stared at him. "You know how to fight, you're smart and beautiful, and rides like no one else. What a fascinating woman."ย
You laughed and moved, leaning on one hand so you could face him; His dark shining eyes focused on your figure, and a smile on his face. "You haven't seen me riding yet, big boy. That was nothing." You gave him a quick kiss and got up, telling him to do the same and suggested another bath, to remove the smell of sex and take advantage of the fact that you two had water and didn't know when would have another opportunity to take a shower.ย
"For a second I thought you wanted to have sex again. With or without water." Finan said, squinting to face you against the sun. You sniffed and took his outstretched hand, pulling him to his feet and letting yourself be pulled into his body. "It was a good prize. If you behave we can repeat it and I'll show you how I really ride, big boy." He slid his hands down your back, giving you goosebumps and stopped at your ass, squeezing hard, leaving you on tiptoe. "Perhaps you can finish inside."
Finan widened his eyes, his mouth dropping open and you disengaged from him. "Would it be appropriate?" He asked, seeing you walk to the lake again. You shrugged and stepped into the water. "Only if I'm your woman, I suppose."
Finan was soon with you in the water, swimming close each time you ran away and threw water on him, laughing. "Well, aren't you my wife already?" You laughed out loud,ย and felt his hand pull your arm and bring you closer, facing him. "Lucky my tent is available to you tonight, honey."
"I might accept your invitation to visit your tent tonight, Finan." You ran your hands through his hair, tossing it back, and went around his face to his lips. "Only if I have a good time."
"You're sure to have a good time if you promise to keep quiet." He gave you a long kiss, feeling your smile form. "I like to be loud." You waved your eyebrows suggestively, and you both laughed.ย
Finan knew you wouldn't be quiet, not when minutes before you'd been moaning to the four corners how good it was to fuck him. The boys up there probably heard you two. "They might listen to us and you'd traumatize poor Osferth."ย
You both laughed again, remembering the faces and mouths the boy made when he was forced to go to certain places by the mission. You felt his hands caress your thighs, and you intertwined your legs around his waist, feeling him semi hard again. "Then keep me be quiet, big boy."ย
"Will be my pleasure, honey." You saw a rogue smile grow on Finan's lips and pulled him into a languid kiss as you felt his hands guiding the movements of your waist against his.
You two had some more time left before you had to meet with the rest.ย
@iwashie 2025, please do not translate, modify, or republish my work
Sometimes I ask to myself why are we so obsessed with fictional characters ? Other universes ? but today Iโve remembered why.
We do it to escape this reality, and these characters gives us a comfort against our miserable life.
Thinking an another life with these characters, who loves us, makes us laugh when we are at our lowest. Feeling like they are the only ones who understands us when others donโt.
I'm back, with something for my handsome big boy Finan from tlk, but for my pretty ladies who love Sevika, I'm also working on something for you and her!
(I'm finally free from college and have time to work on writing again)
