Ghost doesn't put much stock into the whole virginity thing, doesn't understand why anyone would give a shit. Until it's you. Until you're shyly telling him you've never done this before, asking if he'll slow down while he's kissing down your neck. Then suddenly there's a hot stone dropping into hi stomach, a deep possessive thing that howls at the thought he's the only one to touch you like this, that he's the only man who's ever going to wet his dick in your sweet pussy. Then he's obsessed with it. His big hands grabbing at every inch of you, his mouth dragging along behind them, God he loves the way you squirm, the way you plead for him to go slower, the way you bite your lip when you want something you can't voice. He'll get those lips babbling in no time.
He'll take his time opening you up, making you come on his fingers and licking you clean afterwards. You're so sweet on his tongue, so fucking pretty in his ears. He just wants you to scream for him, to whine and beg for him to fuck you. He wants you to be crying before he ever tugs his cock from his trousers. Maybe you won't be as scared of its heavy length if you're seeing it with watery eyes. Plus if you're already crying he won't have to worry about making you cry when he finally notches his cock against your entrance. He's slow working his cock into you, but that doesn't stop the stretch from burning through your core. He's so thick, his fat cock bullying it's way into your inexperienced cunt. The stretch of it hurts, the heat of friction coursing through you as he grinds his cock inch by inch into your tight cunt.
You can't take it all laying on your back like this, but he already know that. Seeing the tears that glisten in your eyes, hearing you whimper how full you are, it's better than seating his cock fully inside you. Besides, there's plenty of time for him to work it all in, plenty of positions to try. He doesn't want to scare you off just because he got greedy. That doesn't mean he's gentle with you. He fucks you like you're a toy, growling in your ear that you're his and only his, that he's going to mold that pretty pussy of yours to fit his cock, that all you need is a little training, all while his hips piston into you. He fucks you hard and fast, and you scream when you can get the breath for it. His thumb rubs at your clit, drawing tight circles of pleasure over the sensitive bud, and your hips desperately attempt to follow along. It's all too much, too hard, too fast, feels too good. You're drooling by the end of it, your nails scratching across his shoulders just for something to hold onto as his tongue plunges into your mouth. It may not be romantic but God damn the multiple orgasms Ghost wrings from you before he fills you full of is come are certainly memorable.
CW: rough sex, humiliation, dirty talk, mild mind break.
"Жoпа... what did you do to us?" He whispers into your ear, voice rumbling as his strong arms hold you in place, hard cock rubbing against your ass from behind. Your own body responded to him before your hazy brain could even register his words, hips moving just enough to meet his lazy thrusts halfway.
"I'm sorry, Nikto... we didn't know." Yet it was still stupid. Your brain goes back to what caused this hot mess— going on a mission to an abandoned lab to gather intel, and Horangi being stupid enough to start picking up random vials and throwing them against the wall. You followed suit, ignoring the stern look Nikto shot your way when he entered the room you were at.
"You didn't know." He mocks with fake pity, voice growing even deeper, the sound rumbling from his chest to his throat. His mask presses against your neck as he begins to pull down your pants and underwear just enough to reveal your sweet cunt. A sharp hiss coming out of his lips before his hand fumbles to pull up the zipper of his flight suit and pull out his hard cock, sliding it between your thighs.
"Сука." He whispers right into your ear, cock sliding right along your slick folds. Nikto was a man of discipline, someone who was always able to resist any urges or temptation, yet here he was, grinding on you like a dog in heat, and you're letting him. You both know exactly what the drug you released from the vial was— the painful boner Horangi was trying (and failing) to hide on the helo ride back to base confirmed your suspicions.
"You are not sorry enough." His gloved hand grabs onto the back of your neck, manhandling you until your upper body is resting on the cold surface of your old desk, nipples hardening at the feeling of the cold metal hitting them directly.
"Fuck—" It's almost painful, the growing heat between your legs, your pulse quickening each passing second that you're not feeling his cock all over your pathetically wet cunt, yet that's short lived.
"What? Can't handle the consequences of your own actions, slut?" He softly kicks your legs apart, getting a better view at your cunt, glistening in the dim light of your quarters, the drug making your body respond before your brain. The tip of his dick sinks into you painfully slow, a small groan coming out of his throat at the new sensation on his already sensitive tip.
"Filthy little whore." He makes sure he's lined up well before thrusting into you with force, thick cock burying itself all the way deep within your wet, needy cunt. His hold on your hip is almost bruising as he starts fucking into you, not even giving you the time to adjust to his length, yet you don't need the time anyway. The sounds of your squelching pussy would be embarrassing if you could even think clearly, but it's almost as if he's taking away your thoughts with every single deep thrust.
"Nikto—" You manage to moan out, back arching on your desk as one of your hands comes up to your chest, rubbing and pulling on one of your nipples while your cunt gets used by the Russian man. His thrusts hold no love or care— simply a primal need to cum. His strong body leans over yours, hard gear pressing into your back, yet any sort of pain is quickly replaced by the heat pooling up in your stomach.
"You're just a fucktoy—" He grunts out, deep groans coming out of his lips as he pounds into you, heavy balls slapping against your clit every single time he buries himself to the hilt.
"A piece of meat for us to use." The hard plate of his mask digs into your back as he leans his forehead over it, breath hitching at the feeling of how good your wet cunt feels, how sensitive his cock is inside you. He keeps fucking into you hard and deep, each thrust sending you both closer to the edge, his free hand joining yours on your chest. He squeezes hard, dragging a whiny moan out of you before his gloved hand begins to rub and pull on your nipple harshly.
"Need— need more." You plead, ignoring the pathetic high pitch of your voice, losing any sort of shame. You can't afford shame when your superior is fucking you hard, letting everyone hear just how true his demeaning words are. His hand on your hip goes lower, pulling your hips up and forcing you to arch your back, the new angle hitting the perfect spot inside your cunt.
"Fuck— fuck, fuck, fuckkk." Your eyes close, allowing Nikto to possess your body in every single way. How could you not submit when he's slamming his fat cock all the way in? When his rough hand is pulling on your nipple, fondling the fat when he gets bored of torturing you.
"God— I love you." The words come out of your lips without even thinking about it, not having the chance to even process them because he starts slamming into you at a punishing pace, the tip of his cock hitting the entrance of your cervix with no issues at all.
"да? You're just a fuckhole to me— nothing more." He reminds you, movements growing more intense each passing second. The room fills with the sounds of your mixed moans and the slap of skin meeting skin. Nikto can feel his release building up, the desperation to get the drug out of his system becoming all-consuming. His grip on your tit tightens, thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his own pleasure.
"Shit, I'm—" You can't even finish your sentence before your orgasm hits, cunt cramping down on Nikto's cock, legs trembling as you struggle to keep yourself up. He holds your hips higher, driving into you with a feral hunger before shoving himself all the way in, a deep grunt escaping his lips as he spills his cum inside you, body trembling with the release of his pent-up desire. His breathing is heavy and warm in your ear, slowly pulling out of you, thumbs spreading your cheeks to see the way his cum spills out of your abused hole.
"Not a word out of this." He warns, giving your ass a hard slap before shoving his cock back into his boxers and flight suit. All you can do is nod, trying your best to regain your breath as his thick, fertile seed spills down your thighs.
Summary: You've been known to sleep around with the soldiers on base. It wasn't a secret. It also wasn't a secret that you fake most of your orgasms... Ghost takes that as a challenge.
CW: PiV, afab! Reader, uses she/her, multiple orgasms, rough sex, creampie, oral (m! receiving), overstimulation, fingering, and the reader is pretty much a barracks bunny. Not beta read... still doing smut though I can never tell if it gets better.
A/n: I really wanted to do kinktober but I was late... So um, have this??
It wasn't a secret that you were something of a barracks bunny. You caught the eye of recruits, and whoever of them made your insides tingle you were more than likely to spend a night with. You didn't care to try and keep it a secret. Although, your sexual experiences with most of the recruits and the younger men were… less than world-shaking.
They were good, their dick often leaving you mostly satisfied and feeling like you've had a five-inch stake driven into your cunt for ten to twenty minutes.
But you were also rumoured and soon confirmed to fake most of your orgasms. Sure, the hookups were fun, but you did end up faking most of your orgasms because it simply didn't do it for you.
Whether the recruit was rough or gentle, something was missing that pushed you over the edge.
But hey, you let the recruits get their load off you, so they weren't complaining either way.
Except for a certain someone.
Ghost was hardly the person you'd find sleeping around with anyone, men or women. The occasional quick fuck void of attachment and emotions back home in his small Manchester flat wasn't new though.
Once he fucked someone's brains out, they were out the door and not to set foot again. He didn't think anything of this. It's how it was, how it would continue to be.
But the constant talk of your happy little ass sleeping with every relatively attractive recruit in sight ticked something inside him.
Maybe he secretly wished he could get a hold of you, tame you down, get you down on your knees, and ensure you stayed.
Perhaps the idea of making you his bitch and getting you away from the other sources of pleasure you could find.
And then he learned about it. Little missy wandering around, getting fucked left and right, and every orgasm has to be driven out of her by herself. Something about that. About knowing you faked each orgasm with each soldier just to fuck yourself silly until it hit right.
These recruits were insufferable. None of them could drive you out of this little spiral you thought you had to control. Fuck a man, fake an orgasm and then sleep it off like nothing.
That's the challenge. That's what Ghost saw. A challenge and a reward. And he knew you'd been wanting to sleep with him for ages. He knew, and he wasn't as dimwitted as some people liked to think.
He practically bristled when he saw you walk into the canteen that afternoon, hips swinging, a small stiff in your step, but you looked mostly in one piece. Another recruit following behind you, looking on a mission to tell his squadmates of the night he had with you.
It made his hands tighten, and whiskey eyes lock on you as you walked past, seeming fine regardless of the night. His hand reached out, firmly gripping your hip so you couldn't go any further, capturing your attention.
"Lieutenant?" You asked, your eyes shifting from his large gloved hand up his forearm to meet his gaze.
"You best get yourself in check, soldier," he warned in a low tone, his hand squeezing your hip, nudging you back, his voice growing quieter.
"My barracks. Midnight."
Your cheeks went a little pink. You had the hots for the lieutenant for a lifetime. Part of you felt he would give you something you desperately needed, yet he's never spared you more than a glance.
You smirk softly. "You got it."
He doesn't respond at all. His hand releases you, and he lets you on your way.
You made it to your table, sitting among a small group you'd accumulated over your few years on base. The thought of getting in a bed with your lieutenant was now fresh on your mind, already having your stomach twisting.
However… You'd yet to meet someone truly who could make you feel how you wanted to. Roughed up, played with, fucked until your brain was smoother than a stone, and your name was a challenge to recall.
Was it that hard to ask?? You couldn't help feeling you might be sourly disappointed.
But you'd wait. Also making sure things in your room are charged just in case the night turned as you hoped it wouldn't.
The day drew on, and you continued through your tasks, finishing your work just in time to catch a shower and spend some alone time in your room as you pleased before your wristwatch beeped.
It was about time to see a certain lieutenant.
Ghost was waiting for you. How you figured he wouldn't was a wonder, but you didn't expect him to be standing there. Right there.
You slipped into the room, closing the door behind you. The lights were off, and his silhouette blocked the little light coming through the closed blinds. Your fingers search for the light switch, but his hand stops you.
Gloves still on, he pulls your wrist away, the other hand finding the lock on the door behind you and flicking it closed.
You already felt your heart rate picking up in excitement as he maneuvered through the darkness of his room, keeping you against the wall and at his whim.
"I didn't think it would start like this." You say, your back arching off the wall a tad before relaxing against when his figure pressed closer.
"Wrong of you to think you'd get a say."
His rumbled voice makes you shiver softly.
"I'm not complaining."
He seemed to scoff, pressing against you and making you suck in a sharp breath. His crotch pressing against your own, his large hands gripping your waist to hold you in place.
"Not yet."
He sounded like a predator about to sink his teeth into you, and it was such a turn-on.
His gloved hands grip your hips, lifting you from the floor and pulling your legs up around his waist. You can feel the thick outline of his cock, and it makes you gasp softly.
He takes you to the bed, dumping you onto the sheets. His hands find your clothes, pulling them from you, stripping you down to your underwear. He wasn't wasting time, your eyes adjusting and letting you see more of his figure clearly as he moved your limbs how he wanted to.
He was commanding, your body felt like putty in his hands, and you weren't sure you wanted to fight it.
Your cunt throbbed as he tugged you up the bed by your hips, crawling between your legs and forcing them apart.
His rough gloves feel foreign against your skin, tugging your underwear from your hips and tossing the thin fabric off the bed.
"Stay still." His voice rumbles through your body again. Your first thought of those scarred lips going for what they wanted. One hand kept your hips still, situating his body between your legs so you couldn't do much to fight him if you wanted to. You shiver, watching him pull his mask up over the bridge of his nose and pull his glove off between his teeth.
The second glove gets pulled off, and he lets it fall onto the bed next to you. The sound of his belt coming undone, the leather sliding against itself. His zipper came down, and he freed his cock.
You were already squirming, wanting to feel it. His large hand presses against your stomach, pushing you back down into the bed. "Easy. Keep still." His hand slides back down, your breathing stopping briefly when you felt his calloused thumb rub your clit. He was quiet, pressing up into your body, gently massaging it.
It makes you shiver, his index finger rubbing through your labia and down to your slit, tracing his fingers around your entrance. Feeling how tight you were despite your nasty habit of seeking out other men. He knows you could be so much tighter, knowing what a fucking slut you were.
Pressing his finger into your entrance, the warmth of your walls tightening around him, feeling him slip inside you. He doesn't give a warning before his second finger presses into you, both invading the warmth of your cunt. "That's it." His fingers pump into you, rubbing along your walls, rough callouses giving you a hint of edge with each stroke.
Your hands grip the sheets as he works his fingers inside you, a third slipping in as he feels the stretch of your walls. His palm rubs your clit, making you suck in a sharp breath and moan. It was a little too loud, causing Ghost to withdraw his fingers from you and grab your thigh.
He flips you over, his hand grabbing your face and shoving it into the bed. You startle a little, tensing up, but he knocks your knees apart again and forces his fingers back in, his other hand keeping your head firmly planted in the pillows. Your cunt clenches around his fingers. They work inside you quicker, pressing into your walls and driving inside you.
"Stay. I never allowed you to get loud, pretty thing." Ghost rumbles, feeling your cunt clench, dripping in excitement as his large fingers pick up pace inside your cunt.
It was almost embarrassing how quickly you were on edge. Your hands grip the sheets, hips starting to rock against his hand. Your breath comes out in small pants, muffled by the pillow. His large fingers felt so good inside you. Better than any recruit you've laid with.
You squirm, and as quickly as you do, his hand moves from your head to span your ass, cupping the perfectly round flesh and squeezing it between his fingers. His fingers pick up pace, driving deep into your cunt, fast and barely giving you time. Slick popping from his quick pace inside you. His fingers bullying your cunt, finding your g-spot and hitting relentlessly.
Your hips twitch, your back arching, and you can't help but moan loudly when you hit that first orgasm.
Ghost smirks, the scar along his lip pulling the skin up slightly. He pulls his fingers out, drawing them apart to see your slick and spend ripping between them. Your body shivering a little. "One." He counts, tasting your cum on his fingers.
He turns you onto your back, leaning over your body and pressing his lips to yours, shoving his tongue in your mouth. The taste of your cum and his saliva made your head spin, your hands gripping the front of his shirt as he kisses you.
You moan into his mouth as his hand slides between your legs, cupping your cunt and rubbing your clit. Your hips jump a little, his rough palm pressed against your lower pelvis, his fingers teasing along your slick cunt.
He nips your bottom lip, pushing you away before the kiss can properly end and keeps you held down in the sheets, his hand curling around your throat while the other continues to rub through your labia. Teasing your clit, rubbing it and pinching it. "Cumming for me already…" Ghost rumbled. "Just like I knew you would."
"I'm not done with you yet."
You moan, your head pressing back into the sheets as you start to rock your hips. Trying to feel more of his rough fingers, wanting his fingers back inside you.
"Beg." His tone is firm, and commanding. You look up at him through half-lidded eyes.
"Please," you moan, watching him grin and press his fingers against your hole.
"Please, what?"
You squirm, pressing your hips into his fingers. "Please fuck me with your fingers."
You could swear he was mocking you, slowly pushing his fingers back into your cunt.
"You can do better than that," Ghost taunts.
You whimper, trying to nudge your hips back, and you feel his fingers pull away. He forces your thigh further out again, teasing your clit with his thumb. You mumble under your breath, trying to lean away, his fingers stroking along your slit again.
"Please… I need them. I need this, please." You whine, once again trying not to squirm with your desperation growing in place of your excitement.
His fingers press back into your cunt, and you moan. Your hips jolt, rolling against his hand as he drives his fingers into your cunt, hitting deep inside you. "Fuck. Fuck, I- ah-"
He doesn't hold you down like before, allowing your hips to move, fucking his fingers, your slick making obscene sounds.
Your lips part, moaning over his hand, still firm on your throat, fingers pulling you apart. Driving into you, his eyes watching your face in the darkness with each desperate thrust up into his fingers. Looking like a pathetic whore. But that's how Ghost wanted you.
That's how he liked it. He would ruin you. He'd show those recruits how it was done, and cut you down a peg. He'd get you so overfucked you'd only be able to remember his name.
His fingers bullying your g-spot, knuckles coated in your slick, the walls of your cunt flexing around him. Once again, before long, he had you drawn out, moaning loudly.
He pulls his fingers out of you, the sticky string slick between his fingers as he pulls them apart. "Two," he counts, watching you pant, hips squirming and thighs quivering.
Ghost leans down, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. His fingers press to your lips, pushing them past. You groan, sucking on his fingers, tasting you on his hand. Sucking them and running your tongue along them until he pulled out, lightly slapping your face. His other hand released your throat.
He moved back on the bed, planting his feet back on the floor and pushing down his jeans over his thighs more, taking his large cock in his hand.
"Hands and knees, sweetheart."
You panted, knees still quivering, but you shifted onto your stomach, onto your hands and knees. Looking up at him, smirking. The smirk didn't bother Ghost, he already had you under him. He was already the first way through ruining you, so many would never really pleasure you again like he did.
Tapping his cock against your cheek, letting you feel the weight and the size against you.
"Open," he orders, watching you part your lips and lean forward to take the head between your lips. Your tongue runs across it, eyes shut.
He gripped your hair, yanking you forward and forcing you to take half his cock down your throat. Gagging on it tears stinging the corners of your eyes as he forced you further down, fucking your mouth.
"If you're gonna suck it, do it like you mean it." He spits, driving his cock into your throat, hearing your desperate noises, trying to draw in the air over his cock suffocating your throat. Feeling the smooth skin of his heavy cock against your tongue. The skin pulls back over his head along your tongue.
You could feel him, his cock dragging deep into your warm throat and then pulling out, giving you a much steadier rhythm for redemption.
He didn't give you a chance to take control, keeping his grip firm on your hair and driving himself into your throat.
You gag around him, feeling the burn in the back of your throat, eyes watering as he keeps you there, your lips stretching around his thick shaft, spit leaking from the corners of your lips.
The heaviness of his cock on your tongue, salty pre-cum pooling at the back of your throat, tongue gliding over throbbing cockhead.
Ghost pulls his cock from your mouth, slapping your cheek with it and then forcing it back between your lips. He pulls your head back, pressing his cock back into your throat, his balls slapping your chin as he fucks your throat.
The sting in your eyes and the way your lungs burned made your head spin. You could feel your cunt dripping, wanting to feel him inside you.
He didn't let you keep it that steady.
Your head bobbed along his cock, spit coating his length and slicking up your cheeks, the sound of him fucking your mouth. It's what he wanted, making you choke and gag on his cock.
It let you know who was in control. Not you. You wouldn't have one ounce of control.
You were desperate to try and keep up with his rough pace, his hips snapping into your mouth. You moaned around him, looking up at him. His hand tightened in your hair, keeping your head still while he fucked your mouth, groaning under his breath.
He pulled out, holding you firmly in place so you couldn't chase his cock.
"On your back. Now."
You do as he says, turning onto your back and spreading your legs.
Ghost pushes his jeans down further, grabbing your legs and tugging them around his waist. His hand presses against your lower stomach, pushing you down into the bed while his other hand grips the base of his cock.
You whimper, trying to keep your eyes on him and watch him as he strokes his cock, keeping you in place. You attempt to squirm, but he keeps you still, ordering you to stay quiet. He drags his cock through your soaked cunt, pre-cum slathering across your clit and dripping down into the mess of your cunt.
"Lieutenant, please," you whimper, hips trying to press up, and he pushes you back down.
"Please what?" Ghost asks, smirking down at you. He was so in control here, you were the one under him. You were the one who was going to get fucked tonight.
"Please, I need you inside me."
"Mmm, you're such a slut… bet you'd take any cock, wouldn't you sweetheart?" His cock smacks against your clit, making your hips jump a little.
"Just yours."
He smirked. "That's what I like to hear."
He pushed forward, slowly pushing the head of his cock inside you. Your breath catches in your throat, back arching, trying to force more of him into you. He presses his palm into your lower stomach, pushing you back into the mattress. His cock gradually slides inside you, stretching you more, feeling the tightness of your cunt trying to handle a size it wasn't used to.
His hips press forward, feeding his cock into your cunt and stretching you out so nicely. You felt so good around him. Tight, warm, clenching at the size of his cock.
"That's it, such a good girl."
He starts a slow pace, driving his cock in and out of your cunt. Making you feel him, feel every inch of his cock. His hand moves from your stomach, finding your clit and rubbing it roughly. It was too much, the sensations making you moan loudly.
"Shhh, quiet. You don't get to do that," Ghost orders.
You whimper, nodding your head and trying to lean your head back into the pillow. His cock plunges into you harder.
"Do I need to gag you again, sweetheart?"
He gripped your hair and pulled your head back harshly to look back at him. His hips snapped forward, thrusting his cock deep into your cunt.
"N-no. I won't." You say.
His grip loosens, but he continues to fuck you, hips snapping forward suddenly. Your thighs squeeze either side of his hips, heels digging into the skin of his ass as he lifts your hips with his cock.
"Mmm, I think it's more you don't want to." Ghost says.
You whimper, nodding your head. You wanted to be a good girl for him. You want to be quiet for him. But it was almost impossible as he fucked your brain out.
"You're so wet for me, so tight. I bet you cum just from thinking about me, don't you?"
You nod your head, moaning and biting your lip to try and stifle your noises.
His hands grip your waist, pulling you down into his cock and making you take it all.
Your pussy throbs around his cock, his thickness, utterly wrecking your cunt. His cock bullying your insides, finding your g-spot and making you come undone again, orgasming around his cock.
Ghost pulls his cock out, watching you squirm and moan loudly. "Three." He counts. He flips you back over, firmly pressing his hand into your hip.
He leans over you, shoving your face into the pillow and spanking your ass. "I thought I told you to be quiet."
He pushes his cock back inside you, gripping your hips and holding you still as he fucks you.
"One was for being a good girl."
You yelp as he slaps your ass again.
"Two was for being a slut."
You whimper, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
He keeps his hand pressed into your hips and keeps your ass upturned. His hips snap forward, driving his cock deep inside your cunt.
"And three will be for never listening to me. Because you're a bad girl. My bad girl."
His cock smacks against you when he pulls out, making you moan loudly. His hand moved from your hip, jerking your chin up and forcing you to look into his eyes.
"What are you?" He asks, cock slamming back into you.
"I'm a bad girl," you mewl out.
"That's right, baby," He says, leaning down and biting your neck. You cry out, moaning loudly. His hand grabbed your hair, tugging your head back and holding your neck.
"Mine." Ghost growls into your ear.
He slams his cock deep inside you, making you moan loudly. Your pussy clenched around him, gripping his cock tightly. He grunted, his hips thrusting forward and slamming his cock into you.
You cry out in pleasure, yet want it to stop.
He smirks widely. "Look at you…" He chuckles, leaning into your ear. "Like this for me… just like this… like a slut."
You moan loudly, your cunt throbbing around his cock. Your hands grip the sheets tightly, trying to keep yourself steady as he fucks you.
"Such a good girl…" He groans, his voice husky and breathless. "Such a good slut."
You shiver, nodding your head.
Ghost pushes your body down into the bed, lifting your ass further and continuing to fuck you. His fingers grip your ass tightly, his nails digging into your skin. "Do you like this? Getting fucked by your lieutenant?" He asks, his hand moving to your lower back, pushing you down further. "Fuck, who am I kidding… I know you do."
You whimper pitifully. You were so close again.
Ghost slaps your ass again, smirking. "I like it when you're a slut for me. What about you, baby?"
You whimper, nodding your head. "I like being your slut."
"I think you do, sweetheart…" He says.
You nod your head, moaning and whimpering in excitement. Ghost smirks, giving your ass a hard slap. "Beg for it…"
You whimpered. "Please- please fuck-" You say, moaning out.
"Keep begging…" He says, pulling out. He pulls your hips up, making you kneel up on the bed. He pushes your chest down, causing your ass to stick up in the air, exposed and ready for his cock. He spanks your ass, making you yelp.
"I bet you'd like to be fucked by me all day, wouldn't you? Be my little cock-sleeve." He says, leaning down to whisper in your ear.
He slaps your ass again, spanking you.
You whimper, trying to plead with him.
He grips your hips, slamming into you hard. His cock drives inside you, wrecking your cunt and filling you. His fingers dig into your hips and ass, holding you still as he fucks you.
He pulls you up, pushing his cock deep inside you and making you cry. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you back into him.
"Oh god," you moan, your head leaning back into his shoulder.
"Fuck, you feel so good, baby…" Ghost groans.
"Please," you cry out. "N-no more…" The overstimulation to your pussy was too much.
His hips snap hard against you, his cock thrusting into you hard.
He pulls you back up, making you sit up on his lap. He leans you back against his chest, his hand moving to your hip. He registers your cry of pleasure as his cock thrusts into you again and again, his hips snapping forward.
He reaches around you, finding your clit and rubbing it roughly. You moan loudly, leaning back against him.
Ghost leans down and nibbles at your neck.
You feel his cock swell inside you, pulsing and throbbing inside you. He could feel his undoing soon. He bites down on your shoulder, making you cry out in pleasure. He thrusts his cock into you, hitting deep inside you and making your toes curl.
He grabs your hips, pulling them down and burying his cock deep inside you. He feels his cock throb and swell, filling your cunt with his seed.
He grunts loudly, holding you down against his cock as he rides out his orgasm. You moan, gripping his shoulders and pushing back against him.
"Mmm… that's it sweetheart… take all of it… cum for me…" Ghost moans.
His cock throbs inside you, spurting his load into your cunt. You moan loudly, feeling your release. Your legs tremble, thighs shaking as you cum around his cock. One last time before your body felt completely boneless, the dry orgasm pumping around the load of seed filling you deep, swelling in your cunt. Ghost pants, holding you up against him as he breathes heavily, your body limp in his arms. He kisses your shoulder softly, rubbing your belly.
"That was… mmm…" Ghost says, licking his lips and kissing your neck. "So good…"
You pant softly, leaning your head back and looking up at him. "I'm tired."
He chuckles lightly. "Go ahead and sleep… I'll clean you up."
"Okay." You smile a little. He helps you lie down on the bed, pulling his softening cock from your cunt. You feel the warm mess seep from you, coating your thighs and making you shiver.
hey, i wanted to ask you smth, the soundgasm links on your pinned post, specifically the first one *fucking you to sleep* do you perhaps know who is the owner or their username? thanks!
tags: age gap, acquaintances to lovers, afab!reader but gn
cw: loss of virginity, cunnilingus, fingering, hand riding (hear me out), pussyjob, talking u thru it, praise, pet names (liebling, little one), size kink/difference, handjob, reassurance/encouragement kink, wet&messy, konig is uncut hehe, squirting
note: konig is in his 40s and reader is in their 20s!
;in which you live in the same building as a really hot, older, military man
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When you met König, you never expected the harmless interactions to ever evolve into anything substantial. He lived somewhere in the same apartment building as you did, though you didn’t know where exactly. Most times, you would find him in the elevator or cross paths with him in the lobby.
You knew he was in the military, most of the people living in the building were. It was close to the nearby base and had rent for a damn good price. The way he carried himself, back straight and body seemingly always at attention gave him away.
He was massive, standing much taller above you with broad shoulders and thick thighs. A lot of the time he was wearing a hood over his face, mostly when he was coming or going from work – which was seemingly all the time.
On the few occasions that you caught him without the hood, you could tell it was him solely by his build. There was no one else in the building who looked anything like that.
He was handsome, in a rugged, tired kind of way. He was a lot older than you were expecting him to be – probably in his early to mid forties, you guessed. He had salt and pepper hair, fine lines etched onto his face, and stern eyes from (no doubt) many years in the military.
You had never properly spoken to him before. Hell, you didn’t even know his name. You greeted him when you saw him and smiled in passing when you made eye contact. Occasionally, he would respond in an accented voice that you longed to ask about.
The event that changed everything was a fun little night out you had with your friends. You had maybe had a bit too much to drink before finally conceding at your friends’ behest to call yourself an Uber.
By the time you reach your apartment building, you’re still very buzzed and starting to feel a little nauseous. You stumble to the elevator and impatiently slam your thumb on the button over and over again, losing count as you do.
“It’s not going to come any faster,” an accented voice drones next to you, nearly making you jump out of your skin.
“You scared the shit out of me,” you wheeze, hand over your racing heart.
“You should be more aware of your surroundings then,” he says, “Especially when you are intoxicated.”
You huff through your nose, growing annoyed at the prospect of being lectured. The elevator grants mercy and dings before slowly opening. There's a rowdy group of men inside who quickly walk out of the elevator, seedy eyes immediately finding their way to you, scanning your body up and down as they pass by.
You feel that nauseous pit in your stomach twist as you finally step onto the elevator. Nothing to ruin your jovial mood from a nice evening more than a group of leering men. Living in an apartment building filled with soldiers, it wasn’t unusual to have them stare at you – didn’t mean you liked it.
You cross your arms over your chest as König steps on, the elevator creaking and groaning under his immense weight.
“What floor?” he asks softly, glancing at you over his shoulder as he stands in front of the button panel.
“3,” you mumble, leaning against the back wall. You watch him punch in the 3 but not anything else, making you raise a brow, “You live on 3 too?”
He shakes his head but doesn’t say another word. You narrow your eyes at his back, if he feels you looking, he doesn’t give it away. The elevator is plunged into silence aside from the quiet sound of the shaft moving up and up until it dings and the doors slide open.
He steps out first, standing in the threshold to keep the door from closing as you push yourself off the wall. Your head swims for a second and you stumble past him, keenly aware of his eyes on you.
You wander down the hallway, glancing over your shoulder to see him slowly stalking behind you. His arms hand limply by his sides, his fists clenched into fists but he remains a respectable distance.
“Why are you following me?” you ask, unable to hide the nervousness in your tone, “You said you don’t live on this floor.”
“Young recruits are tools,” he supplies simply, “I am making sure you make it to your door without any problems.”
That causes you to hum and for a little flutter in your stomach to manifest. You brush it off and pause at your door, pulling your keys out so unlock it. You push it open and step in, letting it hit your back to keep it from closing as you turn to look at your companion.
“Thank you…um…” you clear your throat and look at him expectantly.
“König,” he supplies simply, arms tucked behind his back, making him look even wider.
“König…” you repeat, feeling the words on your tongue, “Interesting name. Where are you from?”
“Austria,” he replies almost mechanically, “I will be going now.”
You don’t get to say another word before he’s stalking away and down the hallway, heavy footfalls practically rumbling the ground beneath him. You slowly close your door and lean against it, hand placed over your racing heart – when did that start up?
You blame it on your inexperience when it comes to men. You’d had a couple boyfriends, pretty standard for someone in their 20s. Your problem was none of them were ever good enough. The over-zealous types who wanted their dicks sucked as gratitude for paying for dinner. Then would turn around and either give you the most lackluster head of your life, barely any foreplay before trying to shove his dick into an unprepared hole.
You had never given them the chance, once they showed they were only interested in their own pleasure and would more than likely not even think about touching your clit or angling for your g-spot, you stopped them and kicked them out. More often than not, you woke up to a break-up text because of course you did.
So that was how you were still a virgin and more or less, at this point, given up on dating. You’d been single now for the better part of 6 months and had no intentions of giving any men your own age a shot at it.
But…you hadn’t considered an older man. Like König.
At that thought, you pushed yourself off the door and kicked your shoes off, intent on taking a shower to hopefully wash these drunken thoughts out of your head. So he’d been nice and walked you to your door, no questions asked, so what? Didn’t make him any different from men your age.
As you made it to the bathroom, you felt your stomach finally churn for the final time and found your head buried in the toilet. You cursed yourself for not listening to your friends, who apparently knew your own limits better than you did.
The next time you see König is just a few days later. You walk into the apartment’s gym on the ground floor, and there he is – sitting lifting weights. You pause when you see him, feeling that traitorous flutter in your chest you were sure you puked out that night you had learned his name.
You watch the way his biceps flex, bulging so large you’re sure not even two of your hands could wrap around the girth of it. There were some scars littering his skin, most of them white and raised from age but a few that still had that new tissue pink color. You also noticed some fading tattoos encircling his forearms. Fuck, he was hot.
You hung your head and scampered over to the treadmill, intent on getting your cardio up.
As you run, you notice a group waltz in, laughing and shoving each other. You glance over at them, rolling your eyes when some of them make eye contact and nudge their buddies. They lean in close and whisper to each other with shit eating grins on their faces and you find frustration building up so you try to ignore them.
“Quiet,” you hear an accented voice snap, full of authority, “You are disturbing everyone.”
The rowdy young men quiet down immediately and clear their throats, “S-Sorry, Colonel,” one of them utters.
‘Colonel? Is that high ranking?’ you find yourself wondering, making a mental note to look that up later.
Either way, König manages to make the gym peaceful once again and you finish your workout with no other hitches.
You grab your towel and dab at the sweat on your face and neck as you swiftly make your way out of the gym, completely unaware of the shadow following closely behind.
You slow to a stop at the elevator, punching the button to call it as you sip on your water bottle, mindlessly going over what else you need to do with your day. The shadow behind you remains stagnant, still and silent as it lurks behind your unsuspecting form as the elevator opens and you step on.
He follows, hefty weight causing the elevator to groan as usual. That gets your attention and you jump, placing a delicate hand over your racing heart just like you had before, eyes wide in shock at his appearance.
“You’re doing it on purpose now!” you whine at him and he has to fight back a smile at it.
“I told you that you needed to pay more attention to your surroundings,” he replies smoothly, pressing the 3 button for you before pressing 5 for himself.
“How is a guy as big as you able to be so quiet?” you ask softly, making note of the floor he lives on.
“Years of training,” he gives a quick response that you hum at. There is a beat of silence before he finds himself speaking again, “You never gave me your name.”
He sees the way you look at him in surprise and he almost wishes he could rip the words from the air as soon as he says them. He doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea that he actually wants to get to know you.
But you smile softly and give him your name with a kind nod of your head before the elevator grants him mercy and dings at the arrival on your floor.
“See you around, König,” you say as you step off.
He doesn’t respond.
Once back in the safety of your apartment, you find yourself going through the entire interaction in your head over and over again. Your heart races as you think back on him.
It's as you’re making dinner for yourself that you finally have the coherent thought of revelation that you may have a crush on König.
The revelation is almost enough to have you groaning out of frustration into the quiet sanctity of your apartment but you manage to refrain. But you can’t deny you don’t quite know what to do about it now. You had sworn off of men but…that was men your own age. König was…older than you, surely at least 15 years your senior, possibly more. You figure it couldn’t hurt to ask him out for some coffee one of these days.
Except, the next time you see König is almost 2 weeks later. You don’t see hide nor hair of him at all. It definitely puts a damper on your confidence and you almost think your crush was just a fleeting little thing and for that you’re grateful for.
Until the elevator opens one day and there he is. He’s wearing his hood but his eyes look even more exhausted than usual – beyond the general tiredness that comes with age. You carefully step on, joining him in the downward descent to the lobby. It’s just the two of you and feel that fluttering in your chest start up again and your hands begin to sweat. You scour your brain for something to say — anything to start up a conversation after so long of not seeing him.
“Haven’t seen you around,” you mutter softly. He hums softly in acknowledgement but doesn’t supply much of a response beyond that, “Where have you been?” you try again.
“Deployed,” he finally responds after several seconds of silence.
You can’t find any way to respond or keep the conversation going but it’s sure that he has no intentions of doing so anyway. Still, it surprised you that he had been deployed, you hadn’t considered that. It made sense now that you thought about it.
The elevator opened and you both stepped out. He walked much faster than you, beelining out of the apartment and you briefly considered letting him go but another part of you wanted to stop him and ask him out.
You cursed to yourself and jogged forward, calling his name. He stopped in his tracks at the sound of you calling for him. He looks down at you over his nose, a burning gaze that makes your nervousness spike. Perhaps it wasn’t such a good time after all.
“What?” he snaps, clearly impatient.
“Oh um…” you clear your throat and slow to a stop, “N-Nevermind…”
He huffs through his nose and resumes storming out of the apartment. You find yourself sighing deeply, following his lead. When you get outside, he’s nowhere to be seen and you once again find yourself wondering how a man of his size is so good at not being seen.
A few nights later, the weekend rolls around and you find yourself standing in that damned elevator with him once again. He’s maskless and it gives you pause before stepping on.
It’s silent for a few seconds before he says, “I am sorry for the other day.”
You look up at him with wide eyes, “Um…what do you mean?”
“I was not polite towards you,” he answers, casting a soft gaze towards you that makes your heart flutter, “I took my bad mood out on you and I should not have. So…I am sorry.”
“Oh…” you clear your throat and give him a smile, “it’s alright, König. I shouldn’t have bothered you with something silly.”
He frowns at you, “Something silly?”
“It’s nothing,” you assure him, smiling kindly at him.
He wants to ask you what you mean but the elevator door opens and you step out, making him realize that you reached your floor. You wave your goodbye to him as the doors close and he lets his head fall back with a sigh once he’s alone.
Yet another bad day weighed heavily on his shoulders when you came waltzing into the elevator, bright eyed and happy. His fists were clenched behind his back and he did his best to avoid looking at you, hoping you would take the hint and not speak to him like you usually did. It hadn’t been but a day since he had apologized to you for making an ass of himself in the lobby and he didn’t want to do the same thing so soon after.
But then you say something that sends it all crumbling down.
“Hey…” you start, fidgeting your fingers in front of you, “Would you like to get coffee sometime? Maybe lunch?”
You ask it so sweetly and softly. For some reason, that grates on his nerves even more than anything.
“What?” he snaps, cold and sharp in a way that makes you visibly freeze.
You look up at him like a deer caught in the headlights, “Um…w-well, I just…it’s…I would like to…”
Your nervous babbling only serves to piss him off even more as his glare narrows down on you, making you shrink in on yourself where you stand. Suddenly, the elevator feels much smaller than it had ever before – even with him filling most of the space as usual.
“You want to go out with me?” he spits, his accent growing stronger with every venomous word that he can’t seem to stop from spilling from his lips, “I am twice your age, what the hell makes you think I would want to date you?”
You swallow thickly around the lump forming in your throat and bite back the tears that threaten to form. He hears you sniffle and promptly snaps his head to look at you. Under the ugly, yellow light of the elevator he can see the tears trickling down your cheeks and he suddenly wants to slap himself into the next decade.
He wants to open his mouth so badly and apologize for being so cruel to you. He knows he could have told you no in a much softer way rather than making your feelings seem like something revolting or stupid. But the elevator doors open and you’re slipping out before he even has a chance. He decides not to chase after you.
It’s for the best, he assures himself.
It only takes a few days before he’s vehemently regretting not stopping you then and there.
It happens on a Friday night, the elevators are closing just as a hand jumps between them, sending them opening again. You step on, giggling in a way that tells him you’re just a little inebriated. You freeze when you see him standing there, maskless and cold gaze as he watches you tug a young man into the elevator behind you – clearly a little drunk himself.
You pointedly stand in front of König, keeping your back to him to show that you’re not even willing to look at him. König feels his heart clench painfully in his chest before it’s replaced by a wash of anger as he watches the young man paw at you. He slips his hand down your back to grope at your ass, making you giggle breathlessly before you’re batting his hands away with a little bat of your lashes.
König wishes he had an excuse to step off the elevator at the same time as you – anything to prolong his time with you. He’s never felt the desire to cockblock someone more in his whole entire life.
But he doesn’t move. He just watches you step off without a single glance in his direction before you’re vanishing around the corner and the elevator doors close silently, leaving König alone with his thoughts.
You couldn’t believe you brought this guy to your apartment. You especially couldn’t believe you were letting him strip you of your clothes and paw at your body like some kind of mindless dog. You had sworn to yourself that you were not going to fall into this trap again – a 20-something year old guy buying you a drink, complimenting you a little, teasing and groping you in the club until you caved and brought him home. It wasn’t your first go around – and it always ended the same way.
But you were drunk and you needed to get your mind off that stupid, giant Austrian military man that lived in your building. And wouldn’t you know it, he was on the elevator as soon as you got in. It was almost enough to sober you up, your wounded pride and feelings still so prevalent even after a few days of nursing the hurt.
You could only hope that this would relieve you of your hurt feelings.
Unfortunately, you quickly realized that this was a mistake.
As soon as he started groping you, spreading your legs and trying to stuff his cock inside you without so much as a single finger of prep – you knew this wasn’t going to happen.
You tried to lead him, thinking maybe he was a little too tipsy to actually think about it.
“How about a little prep, hm?” you ask softly.
He pauses what he’s doing and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, “Oh…you’re one of those…”
He says it in disgust and you feel yourself bristle in annoyance, “One of what?”
“You want me to eat you out, right?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes, “That shit’s gross, c’mon just let me stick it in, already.”
It was that moment that you felt any minute desire you had to have sex evaporate.
You don’t even bother walking the guy out, leaving him to limp to the elevator in shame with a hard cock and blue balls.
It takes you a few days to find it in yourself to crawl out of your apartment. The only reason you actually do leave is because you’re in need of food – your little supply of ramen has depleted and you have to bite the bullet.
After your little shopping trip at the nearby convenience store, you find yourself waiting for the elevator when a dark shadow looms over you. You feel a pit of dread in your stomach as you smell the musky, sweet scent of his cologne. But you don’t dare acknowledge his presence.
He doesn’t give you long to ignore him, however, before he’s talking to you.
“How was your little date?” he asks, voice dripping in a tone of condescension that immediately puts you on edge.
“What’s it to you?” you hiss, still not daring to look at him.
He scoffs, “You went and found yourself a little toy to play with awfully fast. Seems your interest in me wore off quickly, no?”
That gets you to finally turn around, meeting his cold, indifferent gaze with your hot, teary one. You miss the look of surprise that flashes over his face.
“What is your problem?” you snap, “You rejected me, what the hell do you care what I do? And for your information, the date was shit. He was shit, like I should have expected any difference. God, I really am a fucking idiot,” you find yourself rambling, a lamenting spiel that you can’t seem to stop no matter how badly you want to, “Just like every prick before him, he was selfish and revolting. I thought I could finally get fucking laid and just call it a day but no, my stupid standards are too high and I find myself asking out the hot older guy in my building only for him to find me revolting!”
By the time you’re done ranting, the doors open and you storm out of the elevator, angrily gripping your bag of groceries. König is frozen where he stands, watching you leave as the doors slowly close – almost begging him to put his hand between them and stop them so he can chase after you.
But he doesn’t.
It’s creeping up on midnight when there’s a knock on your apartment door. You’re curled up on the couch, watching some random show that you weren’t really invested in but couldn’t be bothered to change.
The knock makes you jump, startled, but get up nonetheless. A quick peek in the peephole tells you exactly who it is before you even open it.
You briefly consider not opening it period but find yourself opening it before you actually settle on a decision.
König stands in front of you, a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand, looking comically small. The sight is almost enough to get you to crack a smile. Almost.
But the residual hurt from the last few interactions you’ve had with him is enough to keep you stoic. You raise a brow and you practically see his confidence falter. A pang of guilt goes through you at the sight and you step aside, waving him in with a quiet huff.
He closes the door behind him softly, kicking his boots off as he watches you wander into the living room. You take a seat on your couch, covering yourself with your throw blanket once again as you watch him wander in, gazing around at your decor before finally settling on you.
“Um…” He clears his throat nervously and places the flowers on your coffee table, “I think that we should talk…”
“Should we?” you quip back.
He sighs, broad shoulders heaving with the movement before he takes a seat beside you, taking up a hefty amount of space on your small couch.
“I want to apologize,” he says softly, folding his hands in his lap, “When you asked me out…I-I should not have spoken to you like that.”
You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, “If that’s all this is about, König, then you can go. I-I don’t really want to hear a half-assed apology about the way you rejected me. You’re not interested, let’s just move on from it. I’ll get over it.”
He shakes his head quickly and curses under his breath, a word you don’t understand – German, your brain supplies, helpfully.
“You are wrong,” he says, “I do not want you to get over it because I am interested.”
The gets you to perk up, eyes wide, “What do you mean? You said you–”
“I know what I said,” he mutters, “I am…twice your age…”
“So you mentioned before…” you reply.
“I do not think…you should be with someone old like me,” he continues softly, “You should be with someone your own age. That is what I thought. It is not that I don’t find you attractive; I think you’re sweet and lovely. But it's just…our age difference…”
“König,” you stop him from continuing, “I’m capable of making my own decisions.”
“I understand that but…” he trails off, casting a sideways glance across the room, away from you.
“I’ve tried dating men my own age, König,” you say, “It always ends the same – I send them home blue balled.”
He huffs out a laugh through his nose and finally sets his gaze back on you, “Why do you do that?”
“I don’t plan to…” you begin, running your hand along the soft fabric of your blanket, “it’s just that...I bring them home and then we start getting into it and it fucking sucks!”
“Sucks..?” The question is soft and drawn out.
“He wants to fuck my throat and won’t even give me his fingers before trying to stick his dick in,” you spit, angrily glaring at the tv as you remember all your shit encounters, “I’ve never even let one of them go all the way.”
“You’re a virgin…?” he asks.
You shrug your shoulders, “I guess. I mean I’ve had shitty oral and stuff but…”
“I see…” he trails off, shifting in his seat, hands still folded in his lap, “Well, I would like to take you out for a date after all.”
You find a smile spreading across your face faster than you can stop it. You jump to your knees and throw your arms around his shoulders with a squeal of happiness, “Really? You mean it?”
He laughs breathlessly, a husky little sound that makes your heart race, “Does this weekend work for you?”
You eagerly nod your head and lean in. You catch the way his eyes widen briefly before your lips meet. You think he’s going to pull away from you but instead he cups the back of your head and deepens the kiss.
You feel a shiver go through you at the feeling of his big, strong hand holding you there in the kiss. You couldn’t keep yourself from getting wet even if you wanted to.
With your hands pressed against his firm chest, you toss one leg over his lap and find yourself seated on top of him. He breaks the kiss at that, hands migrating to your waist where he mindlessly strokes his thumb over the skin exposed by the way your shirt rode up.
You lean down and kiss him again and he groans against your mouth. You grind down against him in response to the throb that makes your pussy clench around nothing. You whimper into the kiss when he suddenly stops your movements with a firm grip.
“We shouldn’t, liebling,” he whispers softly.
“Why not?” you whine, settling in his lips. You briefly realize that you can feel something hard beneath you and that makes you start dripping in your panties, “Don’t you want to?”
“I-I do…” he assures, “I just…want to properly court you…”
He couldn’t get any sweeter if he tried. Still, you quip back with a teasing little smile, “Wow, you are a lot older than me, huh?”
You feel giddy when the sweet look in his eyes melts away into something darker. One hand clasps the back of your head before he pulls you in for a much rougher kiss. You keen as you feel the way he exudes experience – the kiss like nothing you have ever experienced before.
The way he moves his lips and slips his tongue into your mouth to taste your mouth, it’s not gross or too much the way it sometimes is with men who don’t know what they’re doing.you find yourself moaning into the kiss before you even realize it.
He pulls away at that, a heady look in his pretty, blue eyes. You find yourself briefly lamenting the loss of his mouth but that thought disappears quickly when he moves to begin peppering kisses along the length of your neck, making sure to nip at your jaw and kiss your shoulder.
He tugs the hem of your t-shirt down just a bit so he can have access to your collar bones, nipping and kissing there as well. Your head falls back as you surrender yourself to him completely.
“Oh,” he coos softly, lips brushing against your ear, “You are just so sweet for me, aren’t you, little one?”
You practically whimper at his words as his hands slip under the hem of your shirt, fingertips barely grazing your skin. You squirm in his lap as his touch tickles you on his way up to your breasts, skirting over your ribs before fully cupping them in his roughened palms.
You sigh into the quiet room, arching your back to press deeper into his hands. His thumbs graze over your nipples and you moan.
Sure, you’ve had guys grope your tits before but it had never felt like this. The mindless squishing and squeezing was replaced with soft cupping and gentle brushes over your nipples until they hardened followed by pinches and flicks that left you absolutely dripping in your panties.
He takes mercy on you quickly, one hand sliding down your body to slide under your sweatpants and beneath your panties. Your hands grip his shoulders, blunt nails biting into them when one broad finger slides down, the sticky noise of your folds separating enough to send heat rushing to your cheeks.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers in a tone so soft you almost think it wasn’t meant for you, but then he tacks on, “Do you hear it?”
“Y-Yeah,” you whimper, embarrassment flooding through you at the sticky, clicking noises that come along with his prodding, “N-Never been this wet before, König…”
That causes him to pause, blue eyes gazing at you through his eyelashes, “Is that so..?” You desperately nod your head, slowly beginning to rock your hips against his hand, but he doesn’t move again and you whine, “Has anyone ever made you cum on their fingers?”
“J-Just me,” you answer breathlessly without a second thought.
He hums thoughtfully and after a second, he begins moving his hand again. This time he introduces more fingers, spreading your folds apart with his index and ring so he can pet your hardened clit with his middle. The feeling makes tremors run through your body and he huffs a laugh, “I guess I will show you what it feels like then, yeah?”
He doesn’t give you a moment to think let alone answer before his middle finger is sliding into you. The one digit alone is enough to stretch you, given how massive he is in whole. He crooks his finger forward and a moan rips from your chest when he hits that gooey little spot inside you.
“A-Another, please, König!” you beg shamelessly.
“Shh,” he hushes, shaking his head, “Let me work you open on this and then you can have more.”
You practically wail in despair, letting your forehead drop forward onto his shoulder. You suddenly wish you had rid yourself of your clothes so you could see the way his hand worked against you. All you could see now was the faint movement under your pants but the mental image of that thick finger inside you, slick with your juices was enough to have you clenching desperately around him.
After a moment, he adds a second finger and you feel like you’re in heaven. The stretch is phenomenal and his palm bumps against your clit every time he sinks them into the last knuckle.
However, before he can set a rhythm to really start getting you off, he stops. You angrily lean back and glare at him – the sight has his lips quirking up.
“Ride my fingers,” he orders you, leaving no room for arguing.
You can tell he’s not going to give you anything unless you take it for yourself so you sit up higher on your knees so you can have the clearance to move. Your hands remain on his shoulders, clinging to him for stability as you clumsily begin to rock your hips. The only time you’ve ever done these movements is when you tried humping your pillow once after seeing it in some porn. It didn’t really do much for you so you never tried again.
König can tell your movements are clumsy and it makes his cock throb against his thigh. He helps you along, crooking his fingers just right to grind the tips against that sweet little spot inside you. It makes you moan beautifully and he files the noise away.
His other hand comes up to grip your hip, steadying you as you continue to hump his fingers. You’re growing more and more frustrated as you quickly realize that you’re not able to make it feel as good as he had earlier. The tearful little gaze you give him has him breaking, using the hand on your hip guiding you into more seamless movements.
“Like this, liebling,” he directs softly, “Grind down like that, mhm, give that little clit some love, yeah?”
You become increasingly breathless as you work yourself higher and higher under his expert guidance. He can feel your juices dripping down his wrist, the snug hold around his fingers growing even tighter with every little rut of your hips.
“You’re so precious,” he coos, feeling the way you clench up at the sound of his voice. Your body is so honest, telling him what you like without you having to say anything, “You’re going to cum, I can feel it. Be good and give it to me, yeah?”
You surge forward and desperately kiss him, one hand reaching down and gripping his wrist. It takes only a few more, desperate thrusts of your hips for you to topple over that edge. Your body trembles on his lap and you cry out in pleasure.
He moans alongside you, watching with rapt attention as you cum all over his fingers just like he told you to.
You slump against him as you come down and he pulls his hands out of your pants. He presses a kiss against your temple in silent praise, hands rubbing your back to soothe you through the aftershocks that run through your body.
You lean back and meet his gaze, an opportunity he takes to slip his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth. At that, you surge forward and kiss him, running your hands down his body to pull at the button of his jeans. He grunts into your mouth, brows furrowing at the release of pressure when you tug the zipper down.
You’re absolutely speechless when you finally pull his cock free. He watches in poorly concealed pride as you gawk at the length in your hand. You give him a slow and tedious tug, watching the foreskin roll over his head, forcing a bead of precum from the tip.
“You’re so…big,” you whisper breathlessly.
“I know,” he grunts, unable to hide the ebbs of pleasure you give him as you play with his cock.
“Cocky,” you tease softly, continuing with your soft touches.
“N-Not cocky,” he whispers, licking his suddenly dry hips, “Just aware of my size.”
You drop your eyes back down to his cock, hot and heavy in your hand. Your fingers don't even touch each other when wrapped around him. Precum drips from the tip, leaking down the side to meet your palm and aid in the movements.
He leans his head back against the couch, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows. It wasn’t often that he got to indulge in someone else’s hand. Your palm was so soft, much softer than his own, and delicate in your inexperience.
He reaches down with one his hands, wrapping around yours to make you squeeze tighter, “Just like that, little one, that’s how I like it.”
You could have drooled as he said it. His hand dwarfed yours and the sight made you clench around nothing, more slick leaking into your already ruined panties.
“Let me see you, liebling,” he whispers breathlessly, fingers hooking on the hem of your top.
You release his cock to lift your arms, letting him tug the fabric over your head. His hands are on your tits immediately, mouthing at your nipples without wasting a second.
“So pretty,” he coos with his mouth full, rolling his tongue over your nipple before nipping the bud with his lips.
He switches to the other one, wrapping his mouth around it, sucking sharply before pulling back, taking your nipple with him before releasing it with a pop. You watch with lidded eyes as he drools all over your tits. His cock flexes and twitches against your thigh as he plays with your tits.
Suddenly, with a firm grip on your waist, your whole world flips and you find yourself on your back on the couch with König on top of you. You lick your lips at the sight of his big, broad form hovering above you, caging you in as he leans down to kiss you again.
You sigh contentedly into his mouth, threading your fingers through his short, messy hair, using the grip to pin him against you. He lets you kiss him to your heart's content, only pulling back when you need air – a string of spit connecting your lips that breaks when he leans back between your thighs.
His fingers took into the band of your pants, tugging them down, taking your panties with them until you’re completely bared before him. He’s still completely clothed aside from his cock that rests against his abdomen, occasionally twitching as his eyes rake over your nude body.
“Tell me, liebling,” he says, strong hands running up the length of your thighs, “Has anyone ever eaten you out?”
You clumsily nod your head.
“Was it good?” he asks, biting back a smile when you shake your head.
“Guys always think it’s gross or something…” you whisper softly.
He hums softly, “That is because you’ve been messing with stupid little boys.”
“You gonna eat me out, König?” you ask him, biting your lip in a poorly concealed excited grin.
“Would you like me to?” as he asks, he slowly spreads your legs open. The position causes your folds to spread apart, opening you up for his greedy eyes.
You feel your breathing speed up as he kisses down your body, starting with your lips and ending right above your clit. You feel the little bud twitch in anticipation as he tongues the skin above it, giving you a sneak peek on what is so close to it.
“Tell me,” he says.
You whine, “Y-Yes, I want you to eat me out, König!”
He chuckles softly but doesn’t bother teasing you anymore. He meets your gaze and moves his tongue lower finally, sliding the flat of the muscle of your clit. You gasp and toss your head back into the cushions, eyes rolling back as he noisily slurps at your cunt.
“O-Oh god!” you wail, hiccuping out noises of pleasure that you can’t seem to quiet.
König is in heaven. It’s not every day that he gets the opportunity to eat such a pretty, inexperienced little cunt. Your reactions to everything are so strong and loud. Your pussy is loud too, squelching in the room, making an intoxicating melody with your moans. He moans against you, swallowing down everything your messy little pussy drools out for him.
“Th-That feels so good, König!” you sob, kicking your feet mindlessly against his back as he captures your clit in his mouth, suckling at the bud, “You’re so good, so good, oh god!”
Never in a million years did you think being eaten out could feel this good. The mindlessly, halfhearted licks and kisses you had received in the past did nothing to prepare you for what it felt like to really have a man’s tongue on you.
He pulls away suddenly, giving you a moment to actually breathe, “You taste so sweet, liebling.”
“König…” you whimper, looking up at him with lidded eyes, “Please, please don’t stop.”
You tug at his hair and attempt to pull his mouth back down on your pussy. You don’t care how pathetic and desperate it is, he has given you a taste of pleasure you’d never experienced before.
He has the audacity to laugh at you, brushing your hands away so he can sit up straight again. He scoots closer and you realize then that he is not planning to continue and it practically draws a sob out of you.
“We can focus on that another time, liebling,” he promises, making you clench around nothing, more slick dribbling out for him to see, “You are so messy, you know that? Never had someone make such a mess all over me before. You must really enjoy being eaten out, huh?”
You feel your face burn hot with shame at his words, shyly hiding your face away. He smiles softly at that, “Nothing to be ashamed of, liebling…I love it, I do.”
“Really?” you quiver out the question and he nods his head.
“Yes, little one,” he coos, “I’m glad that I can make it feel good for you.”
You practically feel hearts in your eyes as he says that. You don’t think you’ve ever had a man tell you that he actually cared and enjoyed your pleasure. That was the final nail in the coffin for you – you really should have been going after older men all this time.
He disrupts your thoughts by suddenly stripping his shirt off. Your mouth goes completely dry at the sight of his bared skin – firm muscle, hair speckled all over his torso, and numerous scars from untold stories of his time in the military. You take note of the faded tattoos that become visible on his pecs and biceps; you’d always noticed the tattoos on his arms but you’d never really been given the opportunity to look.
“You’re so handsome,” you whisper.
He pauses while ridding himself of his jeans and smiles, “Thank you, little one.”
When he’s completely bare to you, you slowly rake your eyes down the entirety of his newly exposed body. His cock hangs heavy under its own weight, glimmering at the tip with his precum. You’d never been with a guy who was uncut but the sight made you drool.
“Now, liebling,” he says suddenly, getting your attention. He scoots closer, spreading your legs as wide as he can before laying the hefty weight of his cock against your cunt. It’s hot and throbbing and your entire body trembles at the sight, “You have to understand something.”
“What..?” you ask, breathless and unable to look away from his cock.
“I am not like those little boys you were running around with,” he explains, hips slowly beginning to rut against you, length parting your folds and rubbing over your clit, drawing a sweet little moan from you, “I don’t stick my cock in a tight little cunt and blow my load, do you know what I’m saying?”
You shake your head, too lost in the sight and feeling of him practically fucking the outside of your pussy. He doesn’t stop the mind-numbing rolls of his hips, letting you get lost in the feeling of him stroking over your clit, saturating him in your cum.
“That means,” he sighs, reaching up to grip your throat, forcing you to look at him as he leaned over your body, sandwiching his cock between the two of you, “I don’t cum easily, liebling. I am a grown man, I will fuck you until you cannot cum anymore. Are you prepared for that?”
The fact this man was so confident in his abilities in bed has you clenching around nothing again. You were sure the guys you almost slept with would never have been able to have the pure confidence that came from König. He knew what he was doing – he knew how to make you cum and he was going to use that experience well. You knew his age played a factor in how long it would take him to cum and you couldn’t wait to experience it.
“I want it so bad, König,” you beg softly, “Please?”
“Very good,” he praised, “You’re so good for me.”
He finally gripped the base of his cock and you watched excitedly as he pressed the tip against your entrance. You reached down and wrapped your arms around your knees, pulling them back for him so he could comfortably begin pressing into you.
The stretch is beyond anything you’d ever felt before. You knew his cock was big but watching the bulbous tip press against you and slowly spread you wide open was something else entirely. It burned in a way that had you wincing, furrowed brows making your face pinch up, making König pause.
“It’s okay, little one,” he whispers, bringing a big thumb up to roll over your hard little clit, “Just relax for me, don’t clench up or it will hurt more.”
“I-It’s so big, König!” you wail helplessly, tearily staring up at him as he methodically works you open on his cock.
“I know,” he assures, still stroking your clit with the pad of his thumb, “But you can take it.”
You tearfully nod your head and do your best to relax your body, letting yourself sink into the couch.
“Good, liebling, very good,” he coos, “Just let me in, nice and slow. Doesn’t it feel nice? The little burn of being stretched open but the pleasure of having this pretty little clit played with? Just lay back and enjoy it, little one.”
He’s right, of course. The burn aches, yes, but the pain and pleasure mixes the more he rubs your clit. You clench around him, an involuntary reaction that causes the head of his cock to finally pop in. Your eyes widen as you watch your cunt swallow it and with a perfectly timed tap against your clit, your back arches and you’re cumming.
“O-Oh König!” you squeal, eyes rolling back into your head as you cum around the head of his cock and nothing else.
“Oh, that’s good,” he grins, “That’s perfect, little one.”
As you come down with a tremble in your thighs, you finally fix your gaze on him once again.His eyes are lidded and pupils are blown so wide you can’t even tell they’re blue anymore.
“That looked like a good one,” he comments almost flippantly before he rolls his hips forward, “Now you’re nice and ready for me.”
You choke on a gasp as he rolls his hips forward, fitting half of his cock inside your still spasming cunt. Your cum coats him in a slick sheen that aides in allowing him to pull back and slide back in, settling on fucking you on half his cock.
Your mouth falls open and you watch as a thick, milky ring forms around that fat middle part of his shaft, “M-More, König! Please!”
He knows you want all of him, want to know what it’s like to feel all of him stuffed deep inside you. But he knows you’re not quite ready for that yet, fucked out of your head from the intense orgasm he had just given you with ease.
“Not yet, liebling,” he coos, keeping his pace slow and steady, “Let’s work you open a little bit more, yeah?”
“No,” you whine, “Please, I want it all, König.”
“Aww, I know you do, little one,” he pants, already feeling dizzy from spearing you on his cock, “But I know what’s good for you, just listen to me and be good, okay?”
“Okay…” you pitifully whimper, sinking back into the couch.
You abandon your hold on your legs, letting them rest around his hips limply now. He continues moving like that, inching deeper and deeper into you with every thrust. Your cunt makes embarrassingly loud squishing noises the move he works his hips against you.
Before you know it, you’re watching with wide eyes and an open mouth as his pelvis presses against yours. Your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl in pure pleasure as you finally experience the entirety of everything König has to offer.
You’re speared wide open and the head knocks against your cervix painfully but the little bit of pain only makes the pleasure that much sweeter.
“There we go, little one,” he coos sweetly, “I’m so proud of you, took all of my cock so well.”
He’s so big that he presses against every sweet little spot inside you without even trying. But, oh, his experience is crystal clear in the way he moves. He may be naturally gifted with a nice, fat cock but he knew how to use it.
Seamless, rhythmic thrusts had your brain going fuzzy before you even knew what was happening. You wouldn’t have been able to be quiet even if you wanted to. You knew you would be absolutely horrified to face your neighbors later because it would be impossible for them to not know you got fucked real good.
Suddenly, König leaned over you, resting one forearm above your head to hold his weight off of you. The position caused his pelvis against your clit every time he sunk balls deep. Sticky strings of your cum stuck to his skin but he didn’t seem to even notice how wet you were.
But, oh, he did. He was absolutely obsessed with the way you creamed and gushed around him. A nice, pliant little pussy that was more than eager to swallow every inch of his cock.
The change in position had you grappling onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you wailed into his shoulder. Every mind-numbing snap of his hips hit that gooey, tender spot inside you that had your entire body twitching from the pleasurable stimulation. Your nails bit into his back and he briefly thought about the prospect of his recruits seeing them.
“Are you going to cum for me?” he whispered in your ear, pressing a sweet kiss underneath your ear.
You nod your head, “Y-Yes! You’re gonna make me c-cum again, König!”
He chuckles under his breath, “I know I am, little one. I’m going to make you squirt.”
“C-Can’t,” you heave, twitchy legs kicking against his back.
“Yes, you can,” he assures, leaning away to sit up once again, “I can make you squirt, trust me.”
The whine you emit pitches into a squeal when he presses his palm against your lower stomach. You reached down in a panic to grab his wrist, not used to the strange feeling of him pressing down while he fucks you.
“W-Wait!” you wail.
“Wait for what?” he asks, but doesn’t slow even a bit in his movements.
“F-Feels weird!” you gasp, hiccuping as you squeeze his wrist.
“I know,” he grunts, brows furrowing at the feeling of you clenching around him, “It’s supposed to. Just lay back and let it happen, liebling. I’ve got you.”
Your whole body trembles and your jaw drops as you meet his gaze, a look of wonder crossing your face as you feel an orgasm like you’ve never felt before crash over your body. It’s long, drawn out and almost painful from how good it feels. You squeeze tight around him, your clit twitching and pulsing, completely untouched as he makes you squirt. It splashes against his abdomen and drips down his thighs.
“There we go,” he laughs, a sound that sends a flush of embarrassment to your face, “See? I told you you could do it.”
“König…” you slur, feeling as if you’ve been fucked completely braindead.
It finally dawned on you that you would never, ever be fucked by anyone as good as König has fucked you. The first cock you’ve ever been stuffed full of and he made you squirt with terrifying ease. You were completely ruined, no dick would ever be able to compare to his.
He sees the way your gaze turns completely enamored, looking at him like he hung the moon and stars. He grins, sharp canines poking out as he leans down again, kissing your temple.
“What is it, baby?” he coos, “Dick so good it’s got you in love?”
You keen at the pure condescension that drips from his voice. But he’s not wrong, you can practically feel the hearts in your eyes as you gaze up at him.
You have no idea how long you’ve been pinned beneath him, speared open on his cock while he fucks you absolutely stupid. You notice the change in him quite suddenly. His deep, concentrated thrust changed into something less calculated, messy almost. He loses his rhythm and falters in his pace.
“I’m going to cum, liebling,” he grunts, tone pitchy and gruff, “Where do you want it?”
“Inside!” you immediately cry, not missing a beat.
He sees your eyes light up at the prospect of being filled up completely by his cum. You’re so sure it’s going to be a lot, you want to feel it drip out of you as a reminder that he had claimed you.
“Is it safe?” he huffs, but you can feel his cock twitch inside you at the idea of cumming inside you.
You desperately nod your head and he allows himself to fall over that edge. He teeters on his knees before collapsing with his hands on either side of your head. He no longer tries to thrust, settling for desperate, deep grinds that stirs his cock within your walls. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling, another orgasm washing over you before you even realize you’re that close.
“Oh, fuck,” König gasps, voice breaking as your orgasm sends him over the edge.
You’re panting and whimpering, trembling as you feel the heat of his load filling you up. His cock twitches with every spurt of cum. It’s the best orgasm he’s had in a long time, his balls throbbing with every pump of cum his cock spits out.
It oozes from around the tight seal you have around him, dripping onto the couch. He’s trembling by the time the intense orgasm comes to an end. He opened his eyes, not even realizing he had closed them, to see you sleepily staring up at him with a dazed smile on your lips.
“Mein Gott…” he huffs out, lowering his body to press his lips against yours sweetly, “That was incredible, liebling.”
You beam under his praise and wrap your arms around his neck, “It was, wasn’t it?”
He chuckles and strokes his thumb against your cheek, “Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?”
“Sounds good,” you agree.
The care he gives you afterwards is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. He wipes your body down gently, careful not to rub your skin too hard. He stands with you in the shower, towering over you as he lathers your exhausted body with soap.
“Can we do that again sometime?” You ask softly when he crawls into bed beside you – which you were shocked about, but didn’t complain.
He raises a brow and chuckles, “Yes, liebling. But not right now, I could not go another round so soon.”
You giggle and snuggle into his broad chest, practically preening when he wraps you up snug against him. You sigh softly and speak up again, “Can we…still go on that date..?”
He’s quiet for a moment before you feel a kiss on the top of your head, “Of course, liebling. I would love to.”
You smile to yourself and close your eyes, content to fall asleep wrapped up in his arms. The last thing you feel before you succumb to sleep is another soft kiss against your head. You realize, sleepily, that you’ve never felt more cared for by a man in your life.
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this (tw incest, noncon, degradation!!, noncon creampie)
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n here (tw incest, coercion, oral)
more (tw incest, oral, kinda soft)
bro breeding (tw incest, breeding, coercion, cheating mentions)
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marriage jitters (tw incest, cheating, dubcon, firs time)
daddy audios
this one (tw dadcest, daddy obv, r mentions, noncon, kitten)
this (tw ddlg, daddy)
noncon audios
this! (tw noncon, forced cheating, size diff)
this one was weirdly hot (tw noncon, doctor, labrat listener)
wedding day (tw noncon, heavy degradation!!, forced impreg) this one is pretty intense so be careful
It has been 2 months since Spencer and his girlfriend had broken up, they were not meant for each other at all. She would always manipulate him and control his actions, even his words. He started to change because of her and not in the good way, the guy was not your friendly Doctor Spencer Reid anymore. He would scowl his words are you, look at you disgusted and mainly go days without coming into work because of his ex. His life was messy.
Since they broke up, he has been coping well and bad. He has been coming over to my house each week telling me all about her and about the things she'd do to him. Horrible things. I sometimes couldn't believe him. I'd sit and listen to him for hours whilst he's sometimes cry into his hands, or try to hug me and find comfort in me. I wasn't so big on physical affection but I did try my best to help him.
Eventually, he became better and started to look after himself more, his appliance would sometimes intimated you and even though the man opened up to me about his past love life, I can still find him intimidating.
I was snapped out of my thoughts as I saw Spencer walking through the glass doors and announcing his good morning to everyone. "Morning to you too, Reid." Morgan said coldly, recently them two got in an argument about... well of course his ex. I returned Reid's morning with a faint smile as the pen in my hand would tap against my lips, his eyes looked down on me with coldness as well. Now I did not do anything to get that look. I let out a sigh as I return to my desk and continue to research between my files, looking around for new and old connections between my victims and mainly noting down every single mental note.
"Ah look who's back and better than ever!" Rossi came in with a smile on his face but quickly faded away once he read the room. "Hey Rossi." I greet him with a smile, he deserves all the love he can get from the team. He secretly looks after all of us. I could feel Reid's eyes on me with his eyebrows narrowed, I snapped my eyes back down to my files when I looked to my side to still see him looking at me. I didn't pay much attention to it and returned my focus once again to my cases.
***
It is clear to ay that we had a tough case in Arizona, multiple mass murders and genocides linked to each other. I dropped my bag on the table as well as my shoulders from all the stress, sliding my feet across the cold tiles, I open the fridge and pull out a bottle of red wine. Pouring it into a glass I took sips out of it as I searched my coat and bag for my cigarette pack. Don't dare to blame me, it's the stress. I sigh as I finally found them, not wanting to go out to buy another pack.
Crashing my body against the warm couch, I lit my cigarette as I continued to drink out of the glass. Why would he even stare at me like that? I haven't spoken to him in a week, our last interaction was of him practically yelling at me to leave him alone and not bother him anymore. I shook my head as I mumbled under my breath "Fucking Doctor Reid."
I hear a buzz from my phone and it lights up with Derek. I pick my phone up and answer it, "Hey there Y/N.." His words were slurred, "Hey Morgan." I smile at the sound of his voice. "Me and the team are out in a club tonight...and I want you, miss, to join me.. I mean us." He babble this words out as I bit down on my lower lip looking at the time, "Sure, what's the club again?" I needed to let loose, I couldn't keep going on like this.
My black dress hugged my body and my curves, my heels were comfortable enough fro me to walk and even run in them, my hair was simple and so was my makeup. I enter the club and immediately notice Morgan already looking at my body with hunger. "Well hello cougar.." He flashed a smile as I wrapped my arms around his neck giving him a hug, his arms snaked around my waist as he walked me over to the bar, "Didn't expect you to be out so late." I tell him honestly as he ordered me a drink. "After everything that happened today and with Reid? When would I say no to a night out baby." Derek's eyes locked with mine as I thanked the bartender and downed my shot. "Where's the team-" I was cut off my Garcia coming over my way with a smile on her face, "Ah! My love and my saviour!" She hugged me as Prentiss soon joined and so did JJ. I was beginning to wonder if Reid was here too.
Multiple sensual songs played loudly through the speakers, I started to build up my courage after a couple of shots and joined the dance floor. I ran my hands through my body as another guy was pressing up against me, his arm snaking around my waist dancing in the same motion and pace as me. I looked up at him with seductive eyes as he looked down and smirked, "You're too pretty to be in here." His voice was low and raspy, "What can I say.." I led on, "I may be pretty but full of nightmares." I replied as I walked away from him with a smirk. I noticed Derek as he caught my attention in the dim lights, "Hello pretty girl." His voice was so rough yet so soft, "Hey baby.." I greeted back as his arms wrapped around my back and my waist, his body pressed tightly against mine as I stretched my head backwards to the beat of the songs.
The tension was rising as my arms were wrapped around his neck, my hands resting on top of each other and my nails dangling across his shirt. He leaned into my neck, feeling his hot breath as he peppered me with soft kisses around, I chuckled and looked back up at him, "Oh baby...you can't hold yourself back can you?" My voice was as seductive as my eyes, both of us could feel the heat between our bodies as we continued to sway to the music. "Not when a girl like you is up against me." His grip became stronger as he puled me in more close, both of us looking at each others features "Do it." I whisper to him as his lips immediately crashed into mine, both of our tongues fighting for each others dominance. His heavy hands had a tight grip around my hips as both of our bodies were grinding against each others. I pulled away for air, "That wasn't so bad then was it?" Derek smirked as he tucked my hair behind my ear and easing his grip, "I could tell you've been wanting to do that for a long time." I smirked right back at him as I checked my phone.
3:00 am.
Shit. "Derek it's 3 am, I think I should head home now." I explained to him as I showed him my phone, he nodded understanding my situation, "All right baby girl, good night and stay safe please." God his words were my weakness. "Will do baby." I kissed his cheek and smirked at him with a devilish look. I held my bag tightly as I walked past the crowds towards the exit.
Finally some fresh air. I started to walk towards my apartment but soon I felt a pair of eyes following me, I looked down to my side and noticed a shadow, the figure was slender and his arms were kept close to his body. I lit a cigarette just in case I needed to burn them and for my own pleasure. The streets were quiet and lonely, only the lights could speak so many words. I puffed out the smoke and tapped on the cigarette for the ashes to fall. I was soon about the finish the cigarette till I felt a pair of hands grab my shoulders and pushing me against the wall.
Spencer?
My eyes widened at the man, his eyes falling on my facial features, mainly my lips. "Spencer?" I asked in a confused yet shocked tone, "The fuck are you doing-- following me?" My eyebrows narrowed to the centre as my head turned to look around us noticing that there was no one near. "Why were you with Derek?" He growled through his teeth, "Spencer you are not seriously jealous at the fact that I am out partying with Morgan?" I scoffed and pushed him off for me to have enough space around me, but he grabbed me by my wrist holding it in a tight grip as he pulled me back into his chest, "Don't fucking lie to me Y/N. You kissed him."
Damn he was jealous.
I rolled my eyes and looked back at him in a disgust face, "Okay and? It was in the moment and why do you care?" I pushed my index finger into his chest becoming more angry by the second. "You are acting like we are dating- no actually you are acting like you almost own me." I spat out, feeling my face becoming more hotter and my heart picking up its pace. "Y/N." Spencer mumbled as I scoffed, "Don't. You haven't spoken to me for weeks now, not even look at me, and now... now you wanna act like this?" I tried to shake his hand off of my wrist but the grip was too strong.
"Stop it." He yelled at me and grabbed me to follow him along, "Spencer!" I yelp out still angry at him, "Get in the fucking car." He pushed my body in the passengers seat and buckled my seatbelt. Feeling his hot breath on my thighs and his eyes rushing past my body made me throw my head back and sigh out as I rubbed my forehead with both of my hands. He ran tot he other side and didn't bother to buckle up as he started the car and started to drive towards my apartment. We both didn't say or mumble anything to each other till we arrived to my apartment.
He got out first, I unbuckled my seat belt as he got to my side and opened the car door grabbing my wrist again and dragging me out. He pushed the door back in and locked the car as he continued to keep on forcing me to follow him along to my door. "Keys." Spencer held out his hand as I searched my purse and took out my keys, pushing him aside and opening the door myself. "Don't need a man to open a fucking door Reid." I mumbled under my breath as he rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, "You'll never end it with your attitude will you?" He asked in an annoyed tone.
I settled my bag down as well as my keys and looked back at him, "No, not really." I gave him a fake smile as I crossed my arms and looked at him across the room, "What do you want now?" I ask arrogantly as he began to approach me with his hands in his pockets. "You." My face turns into a confused state whilst his eyes trace my body, up and down, licking his lips and biting his lower lips. He looked like a predator and I was his prey. "Spencer... what do you mean.." My tone begins to go quiet, keeping my arms still crossed and my eyes on his. "You heard me. I want you." He whispered into my ear.
That was enough for me to wrap my arms around his neck, and my hands to get tangled into his brown locks. "Have me." I played my cards as his face was now aligned with mine. His smirk began to show, taking his hands out of his pockets and resting them on my hips as he bought me closer to his body. Feeling the tension growing, Spencer placed one of his hands on my cheek as he faded his thumb across my cheekbone, and smashed his lips into mine. We both continued to make out as his hands explored my body everywhere, my hands were stuck into his hair but slowly I creeped onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his shirt and skin. His hands reached to my thighs as he squeezed them lightly in order for me to jump in his arms. I followed his commands and jumped into his arms as we continued to make out, neither of us pulling away.
He walked carefully towards my bedroom, making sure he didn't trip on anything. His hands holding me so delicately, we continued to still kiss as he placed me on the bed slowly, "I've been wanting this for so long.." Spencer gasped for air as he pulled away. My eyes looked over his lips, noticing that they were pink from the biting of my teeth. A smirk forms on my face as I run my hand through my hair and lean back, my arms supporting my weight, "Is that so smart boy?" I look up at him, the lust in our eyes only growing. My teeth trapped my bottom lip as his hands begun to work on his belt, unbuckling the black leather strap he threw it on the bed making sure it did not hurt me.
His hands creeped up my thighs, as his thumbs circled around my soft skin. He dragged down my dress as his eyes were locked with mine, "You look beautiful Y/N." His low voice whispered. I took a sharp breath in and slid across the bed for my body to be closer to his. "I need you." I hiss out as I close my thighs but his grip was too strong, he opened them and chuckled "Keep them open for me princess." Spencers hands traced my figure, from my thighs, up my waist and across my ribs feeling every inch of skin that there was, up to my breasts and eventually reaching my neck. His left hand wrapped around my neck as I slipped a soft moan, his right hand traced back down to my breasts and he took my nipple in between his finger tips and begun to tease me, the soft and gentle yet rough friction from his finger tips made me arch my back, hissing out moans. "You're such a good girl." His lips nuzzled into my chest as he began to plant kisses everywhere. His fingertips continued to tease my nipple as he begun to pull on it gently but slowly increasing the distance as he noticed my moans becoming louder. "Keep on going.." I whimper to him as I look down to only see his face lowering to my other breast, his lips wrapping themselves around my nipple as nibbling on it gently.
His right hand detached from my nipple and traced my body down to my clit, adding the pressure on through the fabric separating his hand and me. His middle and ring finger begun to rub it slowly in circles, making sure he was teasing the right spot. "This is our secret." He mumbled as he continued to kiss and bite my breasts. My body would only become dominated by his touch and words, this man was a man of dreams. His fingers continued to do the same movement only speeding up the pace, "Spencer..." I moan out as I grind against his hand wanting more of him. "Not yet princess." He looked up at me, his eyes were dark and lust was the only thing we could see, my hand reached out to touch his cheek as I brought him closer to my lips and violently kissed him.
His hand pulled away from my clit as he undone his trousers and slid them off of him, my hands worked fast in undoing his shirt buttons, his hazel eyes watched me through his brunet locks. "I never imagined you so desperate for me." Spencers voice echoed in the room, my gaze risen as I finished unbuttoning his shirt and revealing his sculpted body. In shame, my cheeks begun to colour with pink and red, "You were the one that wants me more." I snap back but he throws me back on the bed, quick to straddle me and pull off my panties. "You never had any choice Y/N."
Everything happened fast, his grip was tight on my hips as he made sure his cock was aligned with my entrance, he forced his three fingers into my mouth as I swirled my tongue around them as he pulled them out and continued to rub my clit making my breath shudder and my moans slipping out. He wrapped his own hand around his cock one time, before slowly pushing himself in. We both groaned and moaned, his grip only getting tighter and my hands latching onto his wrists with full force. "Fuck, Y/N..." Spencer breathed out as he continued to push himself in and out, "You're so tight baby." He smiled as he picked up his pace. Slowly he grabbed one of my lags and rose them in order to place it over his shoulder, this instantly made my back arch as his cock was hitting my g-spot. I could feel him all inside of me as he continued to fuck me.
His hair would move as he pushed himself in and pulled himself out, his hands travelling to my breasts and beginning to slap them both, making sure to leave a reddish mark before returning to my lit and fiercely rubbing it, knowing I'd be wet enough for him to have full control of my pussy. "Please.." I pleaded as he continued to tease me and fuck me, his eyes travelled up to my gaze and smirked, "Y/N you don't understand how bad I have been dreaming about this moment..." He slowed down his thrusts as he began to pull out slowly and push himself at full force making me feel him all, "I will make you mine, and that means I can do whatever I want to you." He gasped out his last words as he sped up his thrusts.
He grabbed my other leg and placed it over his shoulders, his hands rose up to my breasts once again, holding them tightly and playing with my nipples and he only sped up his thrusts making me want to cum. "Spencer, please I need to cum.." I begged the man as he did not respond to me and continued to fuck me senseless, his left hand latched once again around my neck, adding pressure on the side of my neck whilst his right arm was placed over both of my legs making sure my legs were closed tightly. I could start to feel dizzy at the lack of air, my body was all to his control. "Cum for me Y/N ." Spencer groans out as his thrusts continued, his right hand falling down to my clit and rubbing it continuously whilst his left hand released the grip from my neck.
His body leaned down as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him knowing it would make him more closer, "Spencer..." I moaned as his lips kept clashing with mine, "Y/N please.. just cum." He pleaded as his eyes locked with mine. Soon enough, my head fell back into the bed as my hips begun to grind against his cock and my thighs slightly shaking, his breath was shuddering as he moaned, "Y/N.." and tried to gasp for air.
The yellow brittle dust rolled across my knees and masked face, crouching down, all limbs in and my weapon ready at all times. My hands were covered in cuts from previous missions that I was sent before. The cuts were not that deep but one scar on my face from an enemies knvies was. I remember clearly how he slid across the knife with hatered in his eyes, wishing that could stop me from trying to kill him. But it only just made me want to hurt him even more.
The black balaclava only covered my mouth and nose since the scar could easily get infected, my hands were govered by the black dirty gloves and my body was weighing down with a bullet proof vest. The long trench boots covered my feet just right in case of any trip wires or traps set out in the battle area.
I was partenered up with someone called Ghost, but I haven't even met him yet. I guess he really lives up to the name.
Soft grunting comes from just around the building, and I begin to start crawling on my feet slowly to see who it was. A tall man with a army vest, army uniform and helmet holding a XM4 tightly to his chest, limping his foot across with blood dripping from his wound. I hold up my own M4A1 Gunsmith to my cheekbone to align the eye vision directly to his body and began to shoot across the room.
After he fell down I rushed to see what he had on him, if he had any bandages or anymore weapons avaliable for me. I grab whatever is left from him and continue my mission. Jogging to one building throughout another whilst looking out for any enemies was quite the task.
The evening begun to settle as the sky was getting darker and darker, knowing that this is the best time to hunt for each other as no one can see. I walk into an old abanonded bar hoping to find something to drink and heal my wounds. Holding up my gun to my cheekbone once again using the infrared vision to scan for any corpses in the bar, I slide across with my feet slowly and carefully enough to not make noise.
Moving around myself and pitching my own ears for any sounds I hear a deep voice shouting "Duck down!" I do as said so when I notice a grande thrown over, I immidiately got up and ran as fast through the old fallen wooden doors to only feel a strong grip around my arm dragging me in a different direction.
"Let me go!" I shout at them as I try to escape from their grip but no matter how hard I tried the grip was too tight. "Shut up. I am on your side.." The tall figure says whilst covering me throughout the explosion. My eyebrows narrow together and my eyes try to squint to look at him but all I could see are his dark eyes.
"You're Ghost?" I ask in confusion, "Why didn't you say-" he interrupted me, "For fucks sake, shut up till we get somewhere safe!" he damnded and didn't even take a peak down at me. I stayed quiet knowing I wouldn't want to get on his bad side and followed him throughout the different tunnels there were underneath the battle area.
He finally took the last turn and showed me where he would stay whenever he was wounded or needed any backup. The only light that was avaliable was a candle light and to be honest it let up the little grotto. He settled down on a chair full of dust and half broken as his eyes lingered across my body.
"What." I ask in a rude manner, "I don't think you should be rude sweetheart, afterall I did save you." I rolled my eyes at his comment and looked around the grotto, it wasn't that big but nor too small. It had a chest full of first aid kits and any weapons he needed. "So you are the Ghost." I mumble under my breath, "Yes.." his cold voice didn't sound to pleased with the nickname. "So how did you know who I am." I ask out of curiosity, "Just knew." he once again sid coldly.
I nod and settle down my weapon, "A true soldier does not put his gun down." I look behind me and gave him a cold and unwanted stare. "Don't care." I say as I retun back to looking at the first aid that he had. "Take off your mask." He says as the chair creaks back knowing he leaned back, I keep my back towards him as I still ruffle through the chest, "No." I simply gave him the same cold and unphased answeres he would give too. Recieve what you give.
Eventually I find the right first aid kit for my wound on my face, so I take off my maks slowly knowing the material is stuck to the dry blood, I take the alcohol out of the box and unscrewed the cap, pouring onto a cotton pad and dabbing it onto the wound, "Fuck.." I mumble under my breath as my hand is curled tight into a fist and my eyes shut along with my face muscles contracting together.
Ghost stands up and turns me around by my waist as he grabs the cotton pad and dabs it softly across my face, I open my eyes, meeting with his own eyes as I tried to soften my look. "Didn't know you helped." I comment with a small smile, "I don't you were just doing it wrong." He chuckles and helped to bandage my face.
Sliding a gauze across the wound and a bandage over it with small tape across the material to hold it, he did know his shit. I clench my jaw and let him continue his job. "Unclench your jaw." he said stenrly as he stopped helping me, "Why?" my eyes squint together with my eyebrows narrowing, "I can't work on you if you keep your muscles contracted can I?" he mumbled as he noticed I stopped clenching my jaw in order to allow him to work. "Thank you." he whispered and finshed off.
I sighed as I watched him take his seat once again, "You look better wihtout the mask on." he complimented my face as I raise my lip and look at him up and down giving him the diritest look. "Unnecessary." he commented as I continued to heal my own wounds.
I took off my bullet proof vest, along with my black camo jacket and longsleeve top, standing with just a black tank top hugging my body with my camo trouseres and the gun holster filled with more pockets of ammunition and different pocket knvies or knife spinners. Ghost looked at me up and down, scanning my own figure as his legs were spread apart with his gun in between resting.
I grab another first aid kit and lift up my tank top as I notice the cut along my stomach from the other mission. I try my best to clean it up but I couldn't control the small flinches, till I looked up and noticed his eyes were focused on my hands and the wound. I swallow my pride and ask "Care to help?" as his eyes rise showing me that he is smiling "Thought you wouldn't ask.."
As he gets up a shiver is sent down my spine knowing that now I am more than exposed to him. He grabs the cloth and cleans up the excess blood on my stomach and the wound itself, "If you would stop moving it would be better." he groans as he tried his best to focus, till I feel his strong grip latching onto my wrists together holding them down behind me and focusing on my eyes. There were no words exchanged between us but only the sensation as he stepped closer, towering over me.
My tongue brushes across my lips as my breath becomes more scattered and try to only focus on his eyes. He leans over to my ear and whisperes in a deep voice "I'd love to show you a good time." he backs away slowly and lets go slowly of my wrists and grabs onto my waist and makes my body touch the weapon separating the two over our bodies.
"Your files are never organised Y/N/L!" Garcia proceeded to clearly point that out to everyone as her heels alerted her presence.
Of course they are not, why would they be? In my mind I know where everything is, do I relay want to make my job easy for anyone to snoop in? I don't think so. I turn around and look at the blonde and smile at her sweetly, "Oh darling if you saw my closet you'd drop dead like the case in '95." I chuckled and returned my eyes to my papers. "What case?" Her voice went down a notch, you can tell she was confused and didn't understand the case. "There was this unsub who released--" Reid began to explain, "Hold your smartness pretty boy, let her wonder in her deep and dark fantasies." Morgan joined in with a smirk on his face.
I smiled at the two men, Reid awkwardly smiled at Morgan and Garcia before looking back down at his files. Not too long after the conversation had finished, Rossi came out "We've got a case everyone." We all stood up and walked to the meeting room where we took our seats. Hotchner and Emily were together, whilst Morgan was in the middle next to Reid and I. JJ handed out the files of this case and started her powerpoint.
"5 murders in the last month, each happened on a Sunday and at the same time, Unfortunately none of the victims have anything in common, or at least from what we can see. The killings are all different depending on the gender." She laid out the facts and figures for us, Hotchner joined in, "It seems like he is more gentle and careful with the females whereas with the males he's.." Reid finished his sentence off for him "Aggressive. There might be an underlying reason, maybe a father figure or a boyfriend that has made him into taking out his anger into the victims."
"Maybe he's more careful with the victims because of how his mother treated him whenever he got hurt or even possibly abused by his dad." I added onto Reid's theory. "And he might be killing them just to take out his anger from his mother. Maybe the mother was also being abused and she knew it but didn't want to leave." Prentiss suggested. Everyone had good theories on this case so it may be easy to solve it.
***
We managed to catch the unsub and some of out theories were correct, we were surprised it didn't take a long time to trace everything and find him. This recalled for a night out with the team. Morgan was the first one to enter the bar, as per usual, whilst Reid was the last. He never liked bars or let alone any social functions.
"We will all have whiskeys, baby!" Derek alerted the bartender as he took a seat into the booth, Garcia slid next to him whilst Emily sat besides her. JJ was too busy with Will and her new family, so she didn't bother to join us even though she really needed it. Me and Reid sat next to each other, trying to adjust myself in order to make sure that his personal space is protected and that none of me was touching him whatever so slightly.
The bartender settled down the trays of drinks and smiled us, "Well pretty boy, wanna tell us about the new girl?" Derek started the conversation off, Garcia's eyes widened as she looked over the Spencer whilst Emily was shocked but also impressed. I on the other hand, I was confused but did not display my reaction. "What new girl?" Spencer cleared his throat and started to blink faster. "Oh come on pretty boy, you haven't said many words lately so we all figure out some cat got your tongue for sure." He smirked, shooting his sparkly eyes towards my way. I gave him a quick chuckle alongside with a smirk as well, 'The fuck does he mean??'
My head was only filled with question mark symbols , is this why Spencer barely talks to anyone? is this why he has been avoiding me the whole investigation today? what the fuck is going on?
I sigh softly as I take the shot meant for me and down it, "There is no girl Derek." Spencer replied with his serious expression, "Whatever you say.." Derek looked away only to check out different girls dancing. "You know Spence, it is not that bad to go out in a while and meet new people." Emily added onto Derek's comment. "It is not about meeting new people, I am capable of doing that myself in different settings too. I am just happy with the people in my life already." He huffed out, you could notice he was starting to get worked up. "Where would you go to meet new people Reid?" I ask curiously. He looked at me with a blank expression, his eyes showing the fire in him, "Fine don't reply to me, it's not like you have broken a word to me the whole day." I grab his drink and down it as well, he was not going to drink that whiskey and no way am I letting it go to waste, I slid out of the booth and onto the dance floor, Morgan was quick to follow me as his hands rested on my hips.
Garcia and Emily continued talking to Spencer, but his eyes would often drift off to me and Derek dancing together. Why is he concerned? I wrap my arms around Derek's neck, "All right lil mama.." He whispered in my ear, "Don't get too ahead of yourself Derek." I chuckle as I sway my body against his.
Eventually the dancing came to an end not long after Emily and Penelope joined us, Spencer however, he stayed in his seat examine everyones movements. I stumble over to the booth with a smile on my face, "You having fun?" Spencer asked sarcastically, "So much." I replied with a sly smile. "I'm going to take Y/N home, hope you guys enjoy your night out." Spencer announced, Derek looked at him annoyed but understanding at the same time "You always taking away my dancing partner." Garcia was quick to look at him and hit him softly on his chest "You got me silly." She chuckled, I also chuckled as I got dragged away from the dancing floor and out of the bar.
I got into his car and buckled up my seat belt, "Where you taking me..?" I slurred my speech as I looked at him with a seductive look. "My place." He replied sternly, "No need to be so tensed baby." I smirked at him as my hand reached out to stroke his thigh, but he was quick to grab my wrist and throw it towards me, "Don't dare to make up now for the shit you did with Derek," He almost growled through his teeth as he started to drive, "I was watching you the whole time, the way you were touching your body against his, swaying in the same motion, grinding up against him." His grip around the steering wheel began to strengthen, "Don't even think about making up for all the shit you did now." Spencer finished off his sentence.
This definitely sobered me up, but why the fuck was he being so over protective, he hasn't broken a word or a sentence to me the whole day till now. "You haven't even said a word to me the entire day and you expect me to greet you and talk to you nicely when you've been avoiding me for days?" I build up the courage to spit it out. He stopped the car, and didn't say a thing, not even look at me "Typical.." I mumble under my breath. He was the first to get out of the car, followed by me opening the car door but he was quick to grab the door and hold it open whilst adjusting his grip around my wrist, dragging me out of the car. Slamming the door shut and locking up the car he walked me to his apartment.
Still no word.
Not even a look.
Nothing.
I let out an annoyed sigh as my eye slept looking up at him expecting him to say something but he only cleared his throat as the elevator dinged, announcing that we are on the right floor. He walked out of the elevator, with me following behind him like a dog. I run my tongue across my front teeth, to show that I was already too annoyed. "Drop the attitude." His voice was low, and the annoyance in his voice could be heard. He opened the door and pushed me inside by my shoulder, stumbling in I turned around with my eyebrows narrowed, "The fuck was that for-"
His hands were pressed firmly on my hips as he pushed me into the door, his breath was reflected back on my neck, no lights were on so I could only feel his hands. "I haven't been avoiding you baby," He said pleading, his fingers brushed my hair out of my face, "I've been needing you."
Shit.
Fuck.
I swallow my pride and try to see his eyes, "I didn't know.." I reply in a whisper, "Of course you haven't," His fingers traced my body, from my face to my neck, down my chest and to my hips, "You love to play games with me," a chuckle slipped out "Oh and how you play your games so clueless," His breath could be felt more heavier on my neck, rising up to my ear and planting a kiss just below my ear lobe, "Leaving me all hard at work," another kiss was placed but lower, "Leaving me wondering about your body," another kiss was planted on my collar bone, "Leaving me thinking about your moans," He kissed the middle of my lower neck, seeing the shadow of his curls bouncing up, his face facing me only, "Leaving me thinking about all the things I want to do to you."
"And only you."
I couldn't say anything to him, he won my own game, he knew how to play my game. My hands were tangled into his soft curls as our lips crashed into each other, our teeth and tongues fighting each other for domination. His body pressed up against mine, as his hands travelled to my thighs and squeeing them letting me know to jump onto him. I was quick to wrap my legs around his torso allowing him to grind against me. "Didn't know that you knew how to make a girl weak.." I whisper as we pull apart for air, "Oh? I made you weak now Y/N?" You could hear the smirk in his tone, "Wait till you see what I have planned for you baby."
His hands were firmly gripped around my thighs, walking me to his bedroom and throwing me on the bed gently. "If these walls could talk, you'd know all the moans were because of you." I take a deep breath as I try to sit up, with the support of my elbows. I could only see him taking off his buttoned shirt off and unbuckling his belt, but not sliding off his trousers. His cold hands slid across my thighs, towards my chest and close enough to unbutton the top three buttons of my shirt, leaving him only exposed to my cleavage, kissing down the middle, it made me arch my back slightly wanting more.
"You're so needy." His hands rubbed my thighs in circles as his kisses became more sloppy, this is what I've dreamt of every night. He continued to unbutton my shirt till he reached the rim of my skirt, he felt the zip on the side of my hip and slowly dragged the zip down. "Spencer.." I let out a groan wanting him to hurry up and fuck me senseless, "Say it baby." He lifted himself up so our faces aligned.
"I want you." I breathed out as his faced nuzzled into my neck and began to attack it with bites and kisses, pleasure and pain was his only combination. His hands working with the clothes fast, ripping them apart, off of my body and throwing them on the floor. His hands ripped my tights apart as well, leaving me only in my black set. "Promise me that you will tell me if you want me to slow down Y/N." He whispered into my ear before devouring me with his lips. I nodded my head quickly and let him take over my body.
"Fuck, I've been wanting to do this for so long." He mumbled as his fingers teased my clit through my panties. "Your pretty face, full of desperation," He pressed down on my clit, adding the right pressure to cause me to let out a soft moan, "Your body arching up as I touch you," He added more pressure making me squirm and tightening my thighs around his hand, "In all of the right places." His other hand pushed one of my knees apart, wanting me to keep my legs opened as he slid off my panties.
The hot breath reflected on my slit as he used both of his hands to spread out my pussy and began to lick the clit only, teasing me, trying all the ways he could think of. My hands were wrapped tightly around his curls trying to push his head inwards for him to keep going but his strength overpowered mine. "Not yet baby." He mumbled as he started to lick more, across my clit, exploring every inch of me. The vibrations made my moan and close my thighs again once more, but he place his arms on my hips holding me down steadily and starting to devouring me more. I swear I could only see black and red in his room, the fact that eye contact did not matter to him, only my moans could feel his void.
His left one of his hands across my hip as he slid his other hand down to my pussy, inserting two fingers in, watching my back arching, feeling how wet I am and how I only kept on getting more wet. His tongue began to do more work, his eyes looking up at me as one of my hand set go of his curls and grabbed the bedsheets. Moans were the only way I could communicate with him right now, the way his tongue explored me and his fingers curling up every time I only got louder. "I want everyone to hear you Y/N." Spencer's voice groaned as he could feel himself getting harder, "Fuck.." He mumbled against my clit as my thighs started to shake slightly.
But suddenly he stopped.
He took out his fingers and detached himself from me, grabbing me by my jaw and neck, he rose me up to sit up. His hands took my hands and placed him on his thighs, I already knew what he wanted. "Go ahead princess," His groans only made me bite my lip as I palmed him through his trousers, seeing him throwing his head back and watching his Adam's apple lowering. I licked my lips, before unzipping his trousers and teasing him by playing with his waistband. "Don't try to tease me Y/N." He looked back down as his hand traced my cheekbone and slapped me, making my head turn and my hair covering my face. I whimpered at the slap as I looked back at him "You will get more worse if you keep on trying to tease me.." He smiled at me as he began to trace my cheekbone again, easing up the pain.
I dragged down his boxers, as I grabbed his dick and began to twist both of my hands up and down, placing the tip in my mouth. Tasting the precum, I began to take more of him, moving my hands lower as my mouth didn't cover that part. His groans encouraged me to take more of him, as his hand got tangled in my hair, softly pushing my head down more. "Keep going princess." He moaned as he began to thrust his hips into my mouth, looking up at him as seeing him throwing his head back and leaving his mouth gaping wide. I started to pick up my pace, as so did his thrust, his hand kept up with my pace as he hissed through his teeth. His moans and groans caused me to moan as I was taking him fully, sending vibration throughout his body.
His hand slid down my neck, pressing down on the pressure points as I began to gag, "Fuck yes Y/N," Spencer moaned out, "Just like that baby." He praised me as his dick only made me gag more and more. His grip adding more pressure on my neck making my eyes roll back and feeling the lack of oxygen. My hands used his hips as support whilst he controlled what he wanted to do with me, the pace, how deep he wanted to go in, and mainly the pressure on my neck.
He must've profiled me to know all of my kinks.
He stops, and pushes me gently onto the bed. His body crashed with mine, attaching ourselves to each other, "On top." he said as he rested his hands on my hips. "Yes sir." I say with a pleasure as I align myself with his dick. "Keep saying that baby." He moaned out as he could feel the heat from me, "Can I, sir?" I smirked wanting to tease him, hoping it would work. But his grip on my hips pushed down, both of moaning at the same time. "Fuck yes.." He breathed out as he began to thrust himself into me. I aligned my face with his as his fingers pressed down on my hips, leaving bruises on my body. Our lips crashing into each other as my body continued to ride him in the same motion as his thrusts. But he slowly stopped and let me continue my motions, only with the help of his hands.
Fuck, this feels so good.
"Spencer.." I moan out as I rise up to ride him, one of his hands travelling up my ribs and latching onto my breast, grabbing it and playing with the nipple knowing it was a pressure point for females. I couldn't stop myself from moaning. I wanted more of him. I wanted him in me, on me, I wanted him to give me all of the pain and pleasure in the world. I threw my head back as my motion started to slow down, he was qui to notice of course. His hands took more control of the motion as his thrust started again.
"Princess, you're so tight.." He moaned into my ear as I fell onto his chest, trying to hold myself up with the grip of the beds frame. "Please Spencer.. I need you so bad." I moaned into his ear as my breathing became more heavy and ragged. "Keep begging." He commanded as his thrust were faster by each minute.
"Please.." I whisper, not being able to rise my voice.
He didn't respond.
"Please.." I whimper as his thrusts became harder.
Nothing.
"Please sir!" I whimper out loud as he growls and grabs my ass in order to help himself to penetrate me deeper. "Again."
"Please sir." I moan louder as his hands began to slap my ass, rubbing it after each slap to smooth the pain down, making sure that I am not in too much pain. "Again."
My body was tired from his demands, the lack of oxygen was affecting me as I only moaned out "Please daddy.." not knowing what it could lead to. Spencer moans "Y/N.." as he can feel himself closer and so can I, "Spencer.." I moan out, "I'm so close princess." He groans as I began to help him, "Shit.." I hiss through my teeth and I grab his shoulders and dig my nails into his skin leaving lunar symbols.
"Cum for me Y/N.." He moans as we both start to cum at the same time, breathing out all of our sins and collapsing on each other, attaching our bodies again.
"Thank you Y/N.." Spencer whispered as he wrapped his arms around my vulnerable body and reaching for the blanket to cover us both. "For what?" I ask curiously, "For everything princess." He says with a smile as he kisses my forehead and takes a deep breath. I smile as I nuzzle my face into his face and wrap my arms around his body as well, taking in all the closure I can from him.
My eyes looked up at him, he was watching me the whole time. I licked my lips as my eyebrows narrowed together and my head shook, "Don't say you're sorry when you're not." I replied in a quiet tone. Aaron got up from his seat and got in front of his desk, leaning against it, his eyes not being able to break off of me. "Y/N, I am sorry." He said once again with a genuine look on his face. I pursed my lips together and looked at him, "It's fine.." I reply as I turn and reach my hand out for the door handle, "I didn't say you can leave."
Oh?
***
"Hotch I need to get home.. we are most likely going to have a case tomorrow." I trail off as my expression is puzzled. He walked over to the door, locking it and turning the blinds down low, his back to me as he takes off his suit and hangs it on the coat hanger. "Y/N, what do you think of me?" He asks sincerely as he turns around, my expression was even more puzzled than before. Is this a trick question? I swallow the knot in my throat, "Uh.." I started to think of the adjectives that I got taught in elementary school but nothing came to my head, "Intimidating?" I say unsurely, not wanting him to get annoyed with him. "Intimidating?" He chuckles as his eyes shot right up to my face, this is the first time I've seen him smile.
"I mean, to others you do seem intimidating you know...and like, I know you so I don't feel intimidated by you everyday. But, you know you have your moments-" I was trying to make up for the things I said hoping to turn out good. He continued to listen to me as he folded his arms together, I sighed as I finally gathered by words together, "You don't threaten me Hotch." I said at a final, in which he proceeded to walk towards me.
I began to take small steps backwards, suddenly hitting the desk and accidentally knocking down the picture of him and his son. His hands landed onto the wooden desk as well, leaning in closing his eyes, "Vanilla.." his voice trails goosebumps on my neck and down my back as he looks up at me. "Aaron?" I ask still leaning backwards, not that I didn't want him to kiss me but to the reason that I didn't know what he wanted.
Aaron's face aligned with mine as his eyes traced my cheekbones, lips, jaw, everything there was to see. "Tell me when to stop." He whispered as his lips crashed onto mine, I instantly melted to his touch. My arms, hesitantly reached out to wrap around his neck as his hands reached to my thighs picking me up and settling me down on his desk. One of his arms pushed everything aside just for me to lay down. "Keep going." I whisper as his hands started to explore my ribs, down to my hips. His thumbs banged to trace the outline of my chest.
"I've been wanting you- Needing you. For so long now, Y/N." He confessed as he pulled his tie apart. His veins popping slightly from his hands, as so did from his neck. Fuck that was hot. His hands laced onto my thighs as he pulled me closer to him and licked his lips, "I want you." He whispered against my lips, but didn't dare to lean for a kiss. However, I tried, I pulled him by his neck closer to me, kissing him but soon he pulled away, "Not so fast baby."
His hands reached for my hands as he placed them right on his belt, "You know what to do." He murmured as his hands started to undo all of his buttons exposing his chest to me. I listened to his instructions and unbuckled his belt, unzipping and unbuttoning his trousers as his hands rested on my hips. "Aaron, this is wrong.." I narrowed my eyebrows together as I looked up at his procaine face, his hand grabbed my jaw gently, "Hush, you look so pretty when you lie."
I was left speechless. Was I lying? Absolutely not. He dragged down the zipper of my tight skirt and carefully undressed the skirt from hugging my body. Our breath collided into each other as he began to undo the buttons on my shirt, one by one. Slowly and gently, looking up at me for reassurance as he didn't want to get anything wrong. He was a perfectionist. His soft lips peppered my neck with kisses and small bites, forming all types of shapes around. You could tell he wanted to devour my body but he was so gentle, calm and reassuring. His dark eyes flashed one more time at my face before he cupped my breasts and massaged them gently.
God, this man knows all of the pressure points.
A small, soft moan escaped from my lips as I rolled my eyes back and bit my lower lip trying not to make any other noises. "That was a pretty noise princess," Aaron's voice made me open my eyes and watch him, "Keep doing that.." I moaned out as he smirked and continued. Not long after his hands let go and traveled down to my thighs, spreading them out and drawing circles with his thumbs, "I want you."
"I'm yours.."
That's all it took for him to rip off the panties from my body and drag his fingers between my slit, opening me up and pumping in two fingers. "Aaron-" My hand latched onto his wrist, feeling all of the pleasure mixing with the pain from his lips on my neck. "Trust me, I can do a lot worse." He stated as his fingers sped up the pace, making me leave my mouth opened and shredded breaths were only to be exhaled. His lips secured onto mine as I moaned into them, he was fighting for dominance but I only let hi win, I did not have any power left in me. This man was doing things to me.
He pulled his fingers away before dropping his trousers low as well as his boxers, letting his cock spring free. I tried not to making any expressions as I noticed how big he was. His hands dragged my hips to the end of the desk as he lined his cock with my opening. "Say it." Aaron's voice managed to make me look up at him, "Please sir." I whimper at the sight of him.
Aaron took the plea and pushed all of him inside of me, I gasped at the feeling. In all honesty I haven't had sex with a man in 3 months, it almost feels like an award for waiting so long. I throw his shirt on the floor as my arms lengthen out to claw his back, his lips continue to attack my neck, travelling down to my chest and leaving red and blue bruises everywhere. "Keep on making those pretty sounds Y/N.." he moaned out as his pace picked up. Everything was happening so fast, our breaths matching each others, our touch was like heaven on earth for the both of us, and our bodies continually colliding with each other. I moaned out his name so loud that I did not care for the people on the night shift to hear, "Give it all Aaron." my breathing managed to help me spit it out.
"I need to see your pretty face Y/N." Aaron groaned as his arms wrapped around my back, one of his hands grabbing he back of my head and a full fist of hair as he pulled my face up just for him to see. I chuckled as his eyes became darker, full of lust only for me. "God, your pretty face could get me off," His eyes traced my features once again, "Your eyes full of desperation." His thrust became harder with each sentence. "Your lips full of sins." My hands traveled up to his neck, wrapping my fingers around his jaw and neck, letting my eyes notice all of his features in depth whilst he fucked me.
"Moan for me." He ordered as his thumb traced across my clit making me hiss out, he smirked knowing I was so sensitive at his touch. To all of his power, he continued till I was screaming "God! Yes Aaron!" I gasp out for air as he continued to thrust into me at a fast pace, this man was full of lust. Till I saw the look in his eyes, pleading for me to be closer, "Aaron.. I'm close.." My moans managed to make the sentence as his sweat dripped from his hair onto his forehead, the whole room was hoot, our bodies were like fire to each other only fuelling ourselves more.
"Fuck Y/N." Aaron groaned as he closed his eyes tightly throwing his head back, "Aaron.." I moaned out loud as my eyes threw back.
Our eyes met again, "You're mine Y/N." I Neve nodded as fast in my life as we kissed again, this time it was gentle and soft, his arms wrapping tightly astound my body as if he was shielding me from something as he pulled away.
