Hi!! Are you in the marvel fandom? Cuz I have a really good idea with one of the characters for kinktober day 16 (if you don’t take requests for that that’s fine too)
Hii ^^
First of all, I'm so sorry for the late reply, my health has been extremely bad the last couple of weeks (which is why Kinktober is only on like a third to completion ^^''), but I promise the other chapters are in the making and the moment I can I'll post again! (Which hopefully is quickly cause I'm sick of waiting for it as well lol)
I'm absolutely taking requests and love seeing them!
I didn't plan to include Marvel in Kinktober perse, because I wanted to keep it simple with the fandoms but I could write a separate fic with the Day 16 promt for you!
So, if you see this, please tell me the character and what you had in mind, I'd love to see! ^^
(Or if anyone else wants to request stuff, I'm all open, it will just take a moment till it's finished heh)
Primal play -> Simon "Ghost" Riley X Sunshine (fem!reader)
Warnings/tags: omegaverse, fem!reader, sub!reader, omega!reader, dom!Simon, alpha!Simon, established relationship, implied age gap, size difference, CNC, primal play, chasing, imaginary cheating (he's the mentioned alpha lol), rough handling, degradation, use of degrading petnames & normal ones (later), fingering (fem/reader recieving), naked sub x clothed dom, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie, orgasm control, edging, dacryphillia, oral (fem/reader recieving), begging, pinning/unable to move, intense scene, Simon carries reader around, aftercare (like soo much sweetness), fools in love, no use of y/n!
TW: This contains a heavy CNC scene, that is part of their dynamic, but perhaps isn't obvious from the start in this chapter, everybody is consenting to the scene! If such topics trigger you, be careful & stay safe!
Word count: 5.3k
A/N: Can't say much but, I'm an absolute sucker for CNC turn into pink fluffy aftercare hehe ^^ This part is also connected to Day1, Day3 and Day8 (it's all part of the same universe)
~Masterlist~
~<- Previous day~
Enjoy! ^^
You ran.
The cold barely set forest floor dug into the soles of your feet.
It had rained awhile ago, leaving the fresh smell still sticking to each and every tree around you.
The sun was beginning to set, illuminating your surroundings in dimmed gold.
However, you didn’t have any time to admire the view, to enjoy the feeling of fresh wind ruffling through your hair.
You needed to run, to get away.
You needed to outrun your chances, you knew you didn’t truly have.
Yet you still needed to try.
“Don’t let me find you” those were his words back on base, making your heart jump and body spring into action.
He let you a couple of minutes of lead, making you faint the feeling of hope, of having a change.
But in the end he was just a predator toying with his prey he will inevitably get anyways. A fact you were oh so aware.
Still you needed to try, needed to survive his claws.
Your foot slipped on a root, making you tumble and fall face first. Your hands could catch you just in time so you wouldn’t hurt your head too bad.
You heard a ripping sound, it was most likely your night dress, but you didn’t have time to think of that, already back on your feet and running further in the dense forest.
Your heart was hammering so loud you could barely focus on your surroundings and the indicated footsteps that seemed to get closer and closer no matter how much you tried to outrun them.
Your breaths were raged too, you had some condition but you were simply running for so long your lungs were basically weezing, begging for air.
Just like your tired muscles ached for their well deserved break.
But you couldn’t rest, because you needed to run, to get away and survive. You couldn’t rest because he will get you otherwise.
You long stopped turning your head, you had so much experience with running, you knew it was a silly idea to turn your head every couple of moments. It only made you more likely to trip over your already clumsy feet, and you couldn’t risk that.
Not when the man after you was the best in what he was doing.
Of hunting down.
Because this was what it was, you were but a mere mouse trapped in a labyrinth that was both rigged and not solvable. The odds were against you.
Yet you needed to push further, to push towards a potential freedom that lacked any running and smelled like safety.
Your survival instinct stronger than any rational thought could be, adrenalin making you feel truly alive while the threat of just that life hangs over your head like a sword.
And for a moment, you thought you perhaps could do it, find a safe spot, perhaps hide away before running further, that this time you could make the odds turn in your way.
It was foolish, truly, to even consider that it would be an option, because just a moment later, a moment in which you haven’t heard anything.
Pure silence.
Just moving air,
and you were pinned down to a big oak tree, harsh bark digging into your cheek, leaving streams of marks over it.
You couldn’t see anything, face turned into the tree and away from your capturer.
Your hands were fixed over your wrist, making you unable to move in not even a second. Still, you struggled against it, adrenalin pulsing through your system.
You couldn’t give up, no matter the helplessness of the situation. No matter how much you shivered from the large figure that was no doubt hoovering over you.
“Too easy” a deep voice mocked you from behind, tugging on your moving hands that tried to claw at him, but to no avail.
“Make’s me think you wanted me to get you” another rumble, making your skin crawl and instinctively you pushed away from him, further into the trunk.
“N-no” you tried, voice breaking at the simple word “let me go, I…”
“Defenitively not, what I catch I get to keep” he laughed, pushing you just further into wood, preventing you from moving only further.
“And I’m here to claim the price”
His free hand roughly moved over the paperthin fabric that didn’t protect you one bit, not to mention it stuck to you like a second skin due to all the mud. It stopped just at the curve of your ass.
Your breath hitched, tears already forming as you tried to shake off his big demanding hands.
“I’m…i’m c-claimed…my my Alpha he-” you weakly tried to argue back, hoping he would at least respect the “property” of someone standing on the same social status as you.
You simply earned a dark chuckle and a sharp slap over your behind, making you yelp out in pain.
“D’you really think I care about that, silly Omega? Your Alpha clearly can’t take care of you”
“No, no! He’s great, he’s my mate…just please let me go” you cried out as another sharp sound ripped through the silence of the forest as his hand met with your flesh once more.
“Omega, would he be here he would gladly leave you with me to get away”
“No!” you argued once more, trying to move your head despite it leaving marks over your face “he would never! He…he loves me!”
“Love” another dark chuckle and trailing of his hands, now flipping your dirty night dress over, exposing the red skin of your behind.
“As if, filthy Omegas like you aren’t there for love, he won’t even miss you”
You cried uncontrollably by now, thick tears streaming down your cheeks as your heart clenches at his words. He couldn't possibly be right, could he?
“Omegas like you are made for this here” his hand landed on your sensitive skin again “made to be ruined”
“Please, I…please, I just want to go home” you pleaded softly, voice broken over your sobs.
You couldn’t even see your capturers face, but you could practically feel his gaze darken at it. Like your broken pleas only made him crueler.
His hands smoothed over the itching skin, fainting carefulness, but you knew it was just waiting for another one. Making you relax before shoot another wave of bubbling pain erupt over you body.
“I know things like you, all talk but secretly you just want to be full of my dick like the whore you’re”
His hand crept dangerously close to your panties, panties that he toyed with on the hem, pushing fingers closer to your most intimate area.
“I bet you’re already drenched” his lips were suddenly just inches away from your ear, making your breath hitch only further as you tried to push away. Away from his grasp, away from his lips, away from his fingers that dipped lower, roughly exploring over your mound.
You let out a sound mixed between embarrassment and a broken sob as thick fingers spread your wetness around.
“Look at that, just like I thought, pathetic”
You terribly wanted to say something, do something, steam at him to leave you alone, that you deserved freedom and that your stupid body simply reacted strangely to adrenalin but…nothing came out of your mouth.
His hand containing your clenched wrist, pulled them down, yanking your whole body backwards at the motion, dragging your over sensitive nipples over the rough exterior of the trunk.
“Already thinking about my dick, don’t you? I bet that stupid head of yours can’t even wait to be jump on it and be all filled up”
You mewled at that, trying to deny, trying to say anything, but you simply couldn’t, like your words were cut short by an invisible force.
Fingers dipped now inside you, two at the time, mercilessly moving without warning, producing lewd sounds due to all your slick.
But that was just a body's reaction, right? OPmegas can’t truly over power the existence of powerful Alpha pheromones, especially those who told the Alpha was horny and ready./ This was simply how Omegas were wired right? It was simple biology, right?
The only problem was, the Alpha handling you like a piece of meat right now, didn’t come with any pheromones. You couldn’t even smell him or any of his scent. Like he was but a mere shadow.
However to your horror you could smell yourself, the aroused scent clinging together with that of a frightened Omega, a scent technically designed to wake protective sides from Alphas.
It clearly didn’t work, you thought to yourself. But perhaps he wasn’t an Alpha, perhaps he was but a mere shadow, a monster existing out of humanly understanding. That-
Your thoughts were cut short by your own sharp mewl as he hit the spot you could never reach yourself. Unvoluntarily it makes you push further onto him.
“Not even 5 minutes and you’re already a mess, should’ve known you’re a slut”
You whined, tears only falling harder. You wanted to deny but your body just twitched again, further onto his fingers who filled you up.
“I bet if I give you another 5, you’ll beg to be fucked, right here in all that dirt, like the filthy thing you are” he chuckled almost cruel, making your blood freeze.
“Please…I…please don’t” you tried once more, only earning yourself a perfectly angled thrust making you scream, knees buckling.
He didn’t respond, only moving his fingers faster, more calculating, like proving a point.
And that he did, as a fast approaching feeling started to set over your body. It wasn’t different from the usual adrenaline that still ran over your veins, just different. Warmer, hotter, pleasurable.
It was too fast, too fast for your brain to catch up that you begged him to stop just moments ago, too fast for something you experienced before, too fast to stop the broken moans that fell out of your mouth between sobs.
“Enjoying yourself, Omega?”
Instead of answering you pressed further into the tree, fingers clenching around nothing, mouth falling open with helpless moans.
The fast approaching heat was just seconds away to explode, to fill you with shameful pleasure, relaxing over your tired form.
But then, just as you trailed on an edge, his fingers were pulled out, hips pinning down so you couldn’t move even an inch. Your walls painfully clenched around nothing, making you scream as you crashed down on the floors of reality.
“No…no…please…no”
Your mind was swirling, vision blurry by all the tears, fingers fidgeting with air. You terribly needed some sort of grounding, something, anything.
But there was nothing, but the looming figure laughing at your demisse, smearing your own desire over your neck right over your scent gland. Making you practically jump, the spot being terribly sensitive to any stimulation.
“You really thought I did that to make you feel good? You’re more pathetic than I thought”
His voice wrapped around you just like his hands, enveloping you in the sheer feeling of helplessness, making you shiver.
“For someone claiming you don’t want any of that, you sure are needy”
You weakly whined, his hand was already trailing downwards again, brushing over the soft skin of your breast, yet not stilling till he is back down at your exposed panties.
They were truly drenched now, with each passing second new slick dripped out of your hole, still preparing for the release that didn’t come.
That and his dick.
Because even as adrenalin rushed over you, buzzing out your brain. Knowing how false it was. And even with lack of pheromones, your core etched with the idea of his cock nestled deep inside you, filling you up.
“Real cute, how you think I would care for something like making you cum”
His hand spank over your bum once more, even harder this time. Or perhaps it just felt because of all your nerves being cut so short. Regardless, it made a new wave of hot tears stream down your face and neck.
“Learn your place” his voice dropped into something so low, it was practically a growl.
Something shifted in you at that, like you threw yourself perseverance right out of the imaginary window, your brain only running on pure instinct. Those nestled long away in connection with the secondary gender you hated just so much.
You didn’t fight it, in fact you didn’t do anything at all, but fell a little limp in his hold. If he noticed, he didn’t mention it.
You didn’t offer yourself, but it sure felt like that when his fingers hooked under the elastic of your poor panties.
“You won’t miss them, no?”
The words didn’t truly make sense to you, until you heard the rip of fabric. Suddenly the only semi protective piece of your attire went missing into his pocket, a detail you didn't catch but happened. He would keep them for memories.
You twitched, as a cold breeze swift through your exposed core, making you realize just how wet you truly were. How your body was just waiting for his rough touch.
“All ready for me, aren’t you?”
You couldn’t do anything but whine, muscles twitching under his massaging hands who handled her like a stress ball.
“Uh hu, that doesn’t sound convincing” his hand slipped further, now in the front, brushing over your lower stomach and making you shudder. Yet he didn’t truly touch you yet.
“I…please”
“C’mon, you can do that better” his lips brushed over your earlobe “just say how filthy you truly are”
You whined, cheeks burning with something close to humiliation, why couldn’t he simply take you and not torture you further.
“Say how much you want to be rilled in the middle of the forest like some deranged little whore”
He pulled you close to his form while also pinning you into place, somehow his erection was free too, pressed to the curve of your back.
You swallowed a thick mass blocking your words from coming to life.
He couldn’t truly expect you to shamelessly beg for his thick cock? He couldn’t expect you to ask him for that typing you were running away from, determined to escape from, right?
Before you could finish your mess of a thought process, his hand already clapped over your sensitive area, landing right where your clit hid behind skin.
“You’re taking too long”
You yelped, swallowing up your cry, cheek pushing deeply into the tree trunk.
“I…I…please…fuck me…here”
“Mmmmm” his voice dropped back into a mocking tone, fingers trailing just above your pulsing labia. “Why?”
“Because…I’m a…filthy whore” your voice broke into a thousand small pieces, just like your dignity.
And before the new stream of tears could even drop off your face, his dick split you open, stretching your walls impossibly wide.
You felt full. It was laughable how easy you made it for him to enter and fill you up to the brim. Like your insides stretched inches more to simply allow him to fit himself inside.
Like he was making you open up so much.
You whimpered, it was all too much, too much new sensations, as his hand pressed over the slight bulge that was barely seeable over your lower stomach.
His dick was twitching, begging to move and you caught yourself wishing he would. But he stayed like that for a moment, a moment you tried to order your heartbeat and conflicting thoughts.
There was a single kiss right under your ear before his hips snatched into action. Gone was the moment of rest he allowed you, the rhythm ripping through you in a merciless manor.
Your eyes rolled back, just now realising you closed them, yet tears and broken please still bubble out.
He shifted your position just a tad, his hand now over your neck, pulling your head backwards, arching you only further into him.
“No…too much” you whispered, eyes searching for him unsuccessfully, only catching something looking like black and white fabric.
“But you asked for it”
“N-no…I….too much too much”
Your words were but an illegible ramble, scattered as much as your mind. The filling of the veiny cock dragging over your walls, pressing into points you didn’t know existed until now, making the ache return in no slow fashion.
Your legs pulsate, conflicted between keeping them closer and fighting against the overwhelming feelings, or open them further to make him access it easier.
“In the end you just can’t help yourself, what? You would let just any Alpha ruin you, fuck you up”
You responded with a half scream, slumbing against his form.
“They just need to hold you a bit and you jump on their dick, pathetic"
There it was again, that word that made your heart flutter in an uncomfortable way, make your legs clench around his erection, pulling him deeper.
“Look at you, you’re already back to want to cum”
As if your pussy had a mind of its own, you clenched around him, making him hold his breath for a second. Your knees buckled again, muscles twitching in agreement.
Your core was all warm again, you couldn’t help but agree that the delicious feeling of pleasure had returned, forming a coil that was ready to snap soon.
“You can’t even stand anymore, I gave you too much credit, you can’t even handle a true dick” he mocked once more, leaving the insides of you. You truly whined at the loss, feeling your walls tremble.
He suddenly flipped you, now sprawled over a cut tree trunk that stood nearby.
Your face was pressed into the wood which was a little less harsh than the other one, your knees supported you just a little as your as was presented up to him, your wrist still in his hand.
Your core was once more completely exposed to his mercy, the thin dress riding up so much, it exposed your breast as well, dragging them over the cut wood.
Once again your pussy clenched around nothing, though it wasn’t as bad as the first time as you weren’t that close now. It still made you cry harder.
“When will you learn, you are here just to please Alphas, to please me” his voice was thick with something you couldn’t quite place.
His fingers returned not long after, they were coated with something, presumably his own split as he teased your hole again. He nudged your legs a little wider open, having a better view despite the darkness of the night.
He chuckled again, fingers just a tad too soft for it all as they pushed over your entrance only to not push further, toying with you like a mere doll.
“Your Alpha is an idiot, keeping you unprotected like that, I bet he gets off knowing you’re being used like that from real ones like me”
Pulsing, thick tip slipped right back inside you and just like that you were moaning again as he somehow pushed deeper in a way that felt dirtier and lewder somehow.
“He’s…no…he loves me” you mumbled, not thinking one second straight as his hips started moving, dragging your whole form over the stump like you weighed nothing.
“Love is a lie” he groaned angrier than you have heard him that night. “If he did, he wouldn't let me do this”
His thrust became somewhat shallow, yet still pushing and hitting that spot perfectly every time. Like you were a pinball machine and he was determined to hit the jackpot.
“He would fuck you right too”
“He…he does” you pleaded, breaths ragged and eyes unfocused, body tense yet tired. You felt like putty in his strong hands.
“Sweatheart, you’re on the brink of cumming from being railed in a forest, either he’s terrible at fucking you or you’re more fucked up than I give you credit for”
His laugh filled your brain like some sort of a drugged gas, and just like that you were limp, shoulders dropping as you bathed in the sound.
“Please…I’m…a whore” you mumbled somewhere to the wood, even the last braincells fucked right out of your system. It also didn’t help that the forming coil was already so hot it was rapidly building once more.
“No, whores take money, you don’t even do that, you do all that for free because you’re a mess”
His hand curled tighter around your hip, movements starting to become erratic, voice dropping into his own pleasure.
“A needy filthy mess” he threw his own head back, everything inside of him pulsing like flickering lights.
“My perfect toy, loved to be used like that”
“Mhmmmmm”
More was not in your vocabulary right now, hips weakly trying to reach for his hips, helping him keep the rhythm alive that drove you both crazy.
You were so close,so deliciously close how you balanced right on that special edge that made you a begging mess,making your pussy vibrate with your heartbeat.
The hand that held your wrist, let them go, making them fall down uselessly, only to grab your face and capture your lips in an all consuming kiss.
You were pressed back to him, the only force keeping you up his hands and his dick angling each thrust just well enough to make you see stars.
His mouth slipped down from your lips, only to land on a particular healed mark over your neck. Your head lolled to the side immediately, leaving him more place as he sucked over it, teeth grazing soft skin.
Just like that he buried himself right into you, moaning himself in a way that made you blush as he came undone, the tension plaguing him finally shimmering away as long ropes of hot cum filled you up.
It made you feel impossibly full, just that way that made your mind blank out, not realizing that tears were silently flowing down your face. Not even realizing that he stopped moving as he started to catch his breath as he broke his lips away from you.
However you did realise how he pulled out, how the edge on which he sat you, made you fall on the wrong side. How there would only need to be one more touch, just a little to send you flying.
“No…no no no…no…”
Your sob was more wrecked than any from before now, knees giving out as he tucked himself back in. He caught you just in time to not make you truly hurt yourself and hit your head.
He gently turned you on your back, eyes lingering for a tad too long over your bruised and exposed skin that practically shined in the moonlight. Judging over all the marks that were already starting to show.
Your whine snapped him out of it, looking over your parted thighs that twitched helplessly, combined juices coating all over your core and glistening in the dark.
He huffed, wouldn’t he know better he would say he’s getting hard again by the mere sight of you splayed out and ready like this.
All his.
“Shhhh” he hushed, already kneeling down in front of you, hands smoothing over the impossibly soft flesh of your thighs.
You simply pushed against him, whining, words still not returned to your brain function. Heck, you barely even registered your hands were back to your use of them, simply laying under your breast.
“You did really good” he murmured, pressing a tender kiss over your thigh, kissing his way closer to the mess that was your core. Before finally pressing a featherlight kiss over your clit, making you jump.
His laugh vibrates between the space of you two.
“Shhh, relax, princess, it will feel good, I promise”
You nodded, eyes half lidded but on him like bewitched, making him huff again. He carefully entangled one of your hands, placing it on his head.
To your surprise, you could grab on to his soft blonde hair, he must have pulled down his so often seen baklava. You couldn’t complain, you loved his hair, his face.
Which you could swear was blushed under your only barely present gaze as he lowered his head again, dragging his tongue over the mess he left just moments ago.
Another wrecked whine broke free of your mouth, fingers curling in his hair, making him simply press closer to you and softly moan back.
You didn’t need much, he knew that, after only a few carefully placed licks, your legs were twitching and thrashing uncontrollably. The tears returned too, from sheer overwhelmingness.
“Relax” he murmured, pressing another too soft kiss over you “it will feel really good, you trust me?”
He looked back to you, making you nod, your lips still parted as your eyes met his blue ones.
“Yes?” it was a quiet sound, you weren’t even sure he heard it, but the corner of his mouth twitched before he dove back in.
His hands held you in place, softer somehow than before, tongue flicking over your clit just right. You couldn’t help yourself but jump every time, too sensitive from the edging and stimulation.
Your breath caught in your throat, the need consuming you alive just like his tongue spread you open as he sucked over the bundle of nerves in his mouth.
The coil builded to a size bigger than yourself, just stepping on the edge felt almost too much. The moan escaping you was almost pained, the fingers around his hair pushing him closer.
Part of your brain was almost afraid, terrified, he could pull away and stop, leaving you on edge once more. The other part was almost wishing he’d stop, the building anticipation almost too big to handle.
“Simon…I…please”
You didn’t need to think much honestly, because before you could do so, you were already flying, coil snapping in hundreds of pieces. He put them all back together, with his tongue licking over you, lips sucking, hands losing themselves in your plump flesh.
Everything went white, the release covering part of his face as he licked lazily, bringing you closer to reality and letting you ride off your big high.
A high that made his lips twitch in a full fletched smile, hands caressing over your skin, while white static settled over your senses, even the last stress leaving your over tired body.
He has already licked you clean, partially even himself, kissing over your skin as you came back. Your fingers were still clenched in an almost painful way in his hair.
“Hello, beautiful”
Your eyes started to slowly focus around his, fingers twitching and caressing over his scalp, making him close his eyes just for a moment. Like he didn’t deserve the comfort.
“Your Alpha is an utmost idiot” his voice was still thick with the aftermath, hand caressing all over your stomach, making it flutter all over again.
You simply huffed, face furrowing at the mention. You wanted to argue, yet he cut you off before you had the chance.
“Look at you, what moron would keep their girl naked in the cold like that? Keep you exposed to any threat that could come by?”
You snorted, trying to tug his face closer to yours, your lips missing his already.
“He would kill anyone just stepping by, you’re good at protecting Simon”
He tried to argue but let you pull him closer, lips pressed on top of his like the softest plush. His eyes fluttered close again, letting you pull him impossibly close as he held you study to sit up.
Your head still felt like cotton and sparkles, when he pulled out another pair of panties, already threading your limp legs through the holes.
“And you think of everything” you giggled, letting him dress you.
“Does anything sting? I have the cream with me, but if it’s not too bad I would much rather get you out of here as fast as possible”
You looked over your body, scheming over your arms already forming dark bruises, just like your legs. You have no doubt they will develop into dark splotches that will make Simon kiss them better at least once a day.
Despite all that, you shook your head, messy hair infused with some mud flying with you, no skin was open.
“Good”
His hand was already guiding your hand through the sleeve of his jacket, a well loved piece he protected almost as much as Johnny and you.
It was too big on your frame, successfully covering your shivering form. Now that the adrenal washed itself out of your system, you realized just how cold it got and how torn apart the poor night dress truly got.
“Your consumption of my clothes is really terrible”
“I’ll buy you new ones”
You giggled again, throwing your head back to look at him. His own hand brushed over your cheeks, removing the traces of the tears that ran over them for quite a while.
“I would claim you again, if I could, every day” his voice dropped into unknown territorium, dipping right into his soul, his eyes looking at you with nothing but love.
“Why?” your own voice was raw with emotion.
“Because I do all that and you still look at me like that…like you are the happiest girl, like I’m some saint and not a monster-”
“Simon” you cut him off, pushing yourself up but realising your legs couldn’t hold you, his hand fast to keep you from falling “I love you, that’s all there is too it”
You smiled, pressing your lips on his with his help as he lifted you.
“You’re giving me too much credit, loving you isn’t hard”
He huffed, forehead dipping onto yours, before hoisting you up and holding you in his arms, letting you lean on him.
“Loving you is like breathing, you think you can survive without it, holding your breath and keeping away but you can’t even hold off more than couple of minutes before doing it again, being all consumed by it”
Warmth bloomed over your chest, heart fluttered as your cheeks filled with blood. With no hesitation your lips were pressed back to his, pouring all your own love right back to him. It made him sigh.
“I thought love was a lie” you whispered as he already walked back, like he had those woods memorized by heart, he probably has.
“It is…if it’s not an annoying sergeant with a questionable hairstyle choice and a little beautiful girl that makes me question life itself”
You wanted to melt, words streaking right into your soul like a bullet. But it wasn’t a bullet, bullets hurt, this didn’t. This healed.
Both of you. In a way you didn’t need to question, nor overthink.
“So Johnny isn’t beautiful?”
“He is…don’t let him hear that, he’ll already chew me out for bringing you back like this”
You giggled, leaning down to his exposed neck, tracing fingers over the bite marks that somehow made him as much yours as you were his.
“He won’t” your argued, fast to assume Soaps side “he’ll just…he’ll just make sure you know how lucky you’re that he loves you to let you chase me around the woods like that”
His laugh echoed in your ears, hands adjusting to make you more comfortable as you leaned on his chest.
“I think he would hate me more if I made him run around like that”
“As if anyone could hate you!”
His hands tighten around you, making you only nuzzle closer to him, nose brushing over the scent gland that faintly smelled like your safe place.
“Speaking of experience, I could never hate you, Johnny too” you mumble right there, kissing the soft flesh.
“How do you deserve you?”
“By being my mate”
You smiled, only for him to press his lips over you once more.
Warnings/tags: omegaverse, fem!reader, sub!reader, omega!reader, dom!John, alpha!John, established relationship, underlying free use ish, implied age gap, size diffrence, attention hungry reader, touch starved reader, horny action instead of work, begging, naked sub X clothed dom, oral (male/John recieving), cockwarming but in mouth, degradation, use of degrading petnames & normal ones, daddy kink, power play, subspace, Soap X reader mentioned, Gaz X reader mentioned, Soap X Gaz mentioned, Johnny carries reader around, aftercare, fools in love, no use of y/n!
Word count: 4k
A/N: This part is connected to Day1 and Day3 (it's all part of the same universe) ^^
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(John Price X Sunshine)
It was 12:35 am, making it Wednesday and also extremely boring.
Like really boring.
Boring to the point you counted the tiles of the roof for the 12th time in a row, only to come to the same result and start all over again.
You were also fed up because one of the lights in the upper corner flickered in an unregular pattern that didn’t match any other light in the room.
It made you turn over, hanging heads down on the couch and looking at the office from upside down, trying to change your perspective to find something new you could observe.
But you couldn’t.
Not really.
You knew this office inside and out, there was nothing new for you to find, even the cracks in the walls were all the same. Or the patched up spots where someone quietly patched them up to not leave holes.
You knew whose fault it was, or at least you could guess. You didn’t know why, but as you knew them the reason was most likely something bad.
You sighned, starting to count the books on his shelf once more.
The other boys had some special training or something. At least Soap and Kaz did, Ghost was teaching the new recruits. Meaning you had to stay behind.
But you didn’t want to, you didn’t want to stay alone.
Stay in a too empty room that was so close to them, yet not right since they weren’t there.
It was just one of those days where you couldn’t truly stay alone for too long, not knowing what to do with yourself, even after all that time.
You didn’t like to be alone.
Which was why they mostly found ways to include you, small adjustments to make you feel important and seen, bypassing official protocol to make you feel at ease.
You mostly didn’t have to ask anymore, it was like second nature.
But today, after a long time, you had to ask again. Had to come knocking unsurely on Price’s office, heart racing up to your throat.
He was busy, you knew that. Some official papers or some messy military thing you were not truly understanding but knew was important enough he had to work all day and even fall asleep on.
That he was famous for, falling asleep on his desk after overworking himself. Which was why you mostly checked up on him before going to bed, making sure he at least was under one of your fluffy blankets.
This is how you, four hours later, ended up on his couch, trying to keep quiet since this was his reason for you to be allowed here.
The only problem was, it was boring you to death.
There was nothing to do.
Sure, you could read a book but…well you mostly read through most of them already and besides, everything somehow reminded you of your boys. About how Price was so close yet still so far.
How he refused to even glance your way, no matter what you did or how long you waited patiently.
It was like there wasn’t anyone else in the room, like you were air.
Like you didn’t matter.
And you hated it.
So much you decided to crawl silently over to his desk, rubbing on his legs like a cat.
But before you could even come close enough to his form, he was already spotting you without even glancing back up from his paperwork.
“Princess, what have I said about disturbing me?” his voice rumbled over the quite of the room around you.
“That…I have to behave and be quiet?” you mumbled defeated, already turning to lean back on the couch, not wanting to even get back on it again.
You stayed like that again, the monotone of occasional sighs and tapping on a computer keyboard, paired with your too active head.
It was already 13:53 the next time you looked at the clock. You had shifted positions again, now laying on the rugged floor, legs draped on the couch, viewing his office upside down yet again.
It started to bother you more and more, how he ignored you.
How good he looked.
Though the last part didn’t truly annoy you as much as frustrate, judging from the ache that already started forming in your lower region.
You were on thin ice, you already asked him enough times to know you were on the last streak nearing a punishment.
But you were also soo needy, and let’s be honest, also lonely.
Which wasn’t fair, if you think about it, wasn’t it their job to make you feel important and cherished?
You guessed they do, but…not enough, not now.
Right now it felt like when Price wouldn’t give you attention in the next 5 minutes you might die from underconsumption of attention.
An idea popped up in your head, something that mostly wasn’t that good of a thing considering the circumstances, but you had an idea! And it surely won’t flop.
You silently wiggled out of your panties, you only wore one of the skirts Price had got you some time back. You also “accidently” forgot to put on a bra this morning, so your white blouse was just enough cover to leave it a bit to the imagination.
Yet your nipples were clearly shown through, the numbs peaking over the thin fabric like two buttons.
Buttons you terribly needed played with, or at least acknowledged.
You left the panties on the couch before starting another attempt at crawling back to the tall man of your current desire.
When you arrived, you didn’t touch him, just quietly sat there, kneeling in a way that made your skirt ride up and bunch around your hips, revealing your bare skin. Your fingers moving swiftly to pop open the first buttons of your tight blouse.
The sound made his head snap in your direction faster than he wanted to, unable to play nonchalant at it. Not that your pheromones made it any easier to ignore you.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he raised an eyebrow, papers set on his desk, trying not to look you over too well.
“I’m just so lonely” you said innocently, swaying as your finger popped open another button, your breasts almost spilling over and freeing themself.
“I allowed you to be here, that’s enough”
“It’s never enough, it’s…I need you and your attention” you whined, putting on the best pouty face you could muster.
He sighned, blinking at you before letting his raspy voice make your skin scrawl at it.
“Good girls get attention if they behaved enough and don’t complain about rules their Daddy sets for them”
You whine at that, the shame of his words burning itself on your cheeks like a sheer chiffon.
“And right now, you’re not good at all” his voice dropped an octave deeper, making your heart jump, slick already collecting on the outside of your core. “So tell me, why would I even look at you?”
He laughed, a dark sound before he shook his head, mocking you.
“You think because you show up here looking like a slut in need of breeding, it will make me touch you?”
Your cheeks burned even darker with the humiliation, your eyes dropping to the floor, fingers fidgeting.
“You think these” he roughly grabbed your boob, thumb pressing just in the right way to pinch your nipple painfully, making you whimper "impresses me? Make me forget my work?”
You shook your head, holding back the moan that built by your handling. It was embarrassing, really, just how wet you got from it all.
“Silly idea” he chuckled to himself, retrieving his hand which only made you whine at the loss, your eyes searching back up to meet him.
“I’m sorry-”
“But you aren’t, your words say that but your pussy is telling me something else” he scolded harshly, making your skin fill with goosebumps, you couldn’t deny his words. You were already horny enough to take his dick if you could.
“Take that skirt off and get over here, you wouldn’t want my floor to smell like pathetic slut, would you?”
You quickly shook your head, that was the last thing you wanted. It was a simple order, his head croaking to the underside of his work desk, a place you adored.
Your movements were quick, trying to get the fabric off you as quick as possible, positioning it right before presenting again on your knees. Your body shook when you sat back down, your clit touching just enough of the fabric to make you yelp.
And with that Price's dick, already hard from half an hour ago when you started to get bothered, twitched inside his pants that were too tight now. For a second he thought about simply bend you over the desk and fuck you, but that idea was discared as fast as it came.
No, he had you just where he wanted you to be. Needy, almost completely naked, under his desk and ready.
“Arms back” he commanded, making your arms stretch backwards and push out your chest. You shivered again, core pulsing.
For a moment he simply stared at you, making you wait. Mainly because he knew how much you hated it.
“Beg” it was a simple order, yet it made you bite your eyes and bite your lip.
“Pleasee”
“Oh you can do better than that” his chuckle was mocking yet again, hitting you harder than a punch.
You leaned closer, making him have a full view of your cleavage from the upside, eyes begging him on their own.
“Please can I touch Daddy?”
“No”
You whined, slightly transferring your weight from one leg to the other, your core demanding some sort of attention as well.
“Please, I’ll be good, I promise, I…please I need to feel you”
“Feel me?”
You nodded, desperately trying to convey how much you mean it.
“Yes, please, I need to…I really need to feel you…or lick you…anything, please”
“Anything?” he asked with such a voice that almost made you both melt and shrink into yourself. Still you nodded.
“Yes Daddy”
He didn’t answer anything, only his hand lowered and for one moment your heart jumped because you thought, stupid as you were, he’s gonna pat you, touch.
However, he didn’t, he rather unbuckled his pants, pulling out his thick long cock.
Your mouth watered, biting your lip to not lean even further and dive right in.
“You’re such a cockdumb slut” he shook his head, tapping over your cheek with his dick, making you open without even an order needed.
Your eyes shot back up when he pushed inside, filling your throat with himself in an instant. You whimpered at that, the sound vibrating through him in a way he had to inhale deeply.
You yourself needed a minute to remember how to breathe through your nose, tears already forming at the corners of your mouth as his dick filled you whole.
“Hold it and stop bothering me” he murmured, before rolling his chair closer so he could overlook his work better and push you more to the inside. Your face was now nestled in his pubic hair, swallowing him whole.
You stayed like that for a while, you couldn’t see the clock so you had no idea how long it actually was. You just need that spit collected at the corners of your mouth, leaving wet splotches on his trousers.
Occasionally, when he moved and dragged over your throat and mouth, a muffled sound was heard from you. Your core was still pulsing, perhaps even more with each minute he seemingly ignored you.
You enjoyed it, it felt close, intimate. It felt like the place between his legs under his desk was made for you. Loved to keep him warm and ready for whenever he deemed right.
Yet you hated it, because it wasn’t enough, his cock was clearly ready to fuck you, to fill you up. Regardless of the hole on which it would be used. It occasionally twitched, making your tongue press even harder to it.
Some time into this, his hips moved seemingly on their own, pushing in and out of your warm mouth. You assumed Price was still bent over files of papers and documents, perhaps even forgetting about you.
Though this couldn’t be more from the truth, as if the Captain could forget about the pretty girl under his desk that was muffled with his cock. He just enjoyed playing right into that alleyway, making you just more desperate.
Your eyes rolled back at the slight movement, letting it happen and rock with it, determined to please him.
Then he stopped again, leaving you in movementless silence yet again until he decided to repeat it all over again.
Your brain started to get fuzzy from the wait, from the serving and position, your thoughts slowly reducing to only his movements and his cock.
At one point he pushed back with his chair, almost sending you toppling as you were leaning so heavily on him, pulling his cock out of your swollen lips just for a moment to look at you with a knowing grin.
“You satisfied princess?”
This was a trick question to which you would catch on wouldn’t your head only beg you to get the pulsing deliciously tasting erection back into your mouth. To make him shudder and grind into you.
“Yes…I mean no…yes…please”
“Oh, so you’re still ungrateful. I give you my whole dick, yet you’re still greedy. I should just lock you out, don’t you think?” he huffed, the mock making you topple forward in panic, only caught by his chair before moving back into the right position, already erratically shaking your head.
“No…no… please Daddy, please don’t…please I need…please”
Your words jumbled together, your eyes slipping down to his deep red cock, mouth opening wider, tongue lolled out, pleading and whining at the mere idea of losing this contact.
It made Price's chest rumble with a laugh, finding it oddly endearing to see you like this, all gone already.
“I don’t know, you haven’t been so good, why should I give you what you want?”
Your eyes widened even bigger at that, cheeks reed from his words as much as the situation, your eyes watering dangerously close to tearing up.
“Please, I promise I’ll make a good job….I…please, I need to…pleasee Daddy”
Finally his fingers reached down to you, finally touching over your head. You already wanted to mumble a thanks, but he already pushed you back onto his cock, filling you up to a bring in a moment.
You moaned louder this time, voice high pitched despite it being muffled by flesh. His hand still on the back of your head, making the patch of skin buzzing with warmth almost as much as your core buzzed with need.
“You think a slut like you can make me cum?” his voice rasped deeper, hungrier.
You immediately nodded, making your head bobb and him inhale sharply.
“Prove it, prove you’re a good little slut for Daddy” he finally gave permission.
You sprung to life and action, your hands were still behind your back, holding each other to stay in place as your head moved up and down. It wasn’t the most comfortable or easiest thing to do, but you were desperate and deep enough to keep going anyway.
Price rolled closer again, giving you more room to swallow him whole in a rhythm that you could barely hold, yet was still far from fast enough to be of his liking.
He helped occasionally, a hip thrust into your way to make it easier, but only when he couldn’t still himself in time. He wanted to lose himself in you if he was honest, yet he had too much work for such a long pause, not to mention it was cute just how much you tried.
And how much you failed.
How much you moved your whole body to help you get faster and deeper, how one of your breasts already fell out of your blouse, how the dark patch on your skirt got bigger.
Yet you still couldn’t keep up with the pace he needed, the angle making it almost impossible for you anyways.
“You’re too slow” he warned, making you whine out, jumping to try to make it better, only to earn a disapproving huff from the Captain.
“No baby, that’s not it”
Your eyes shot up immediately, back on the verge of tears, desperate to prove you could do a good job.
“Your slutty brain just can’t focus” his hand magically appeared behind your head, pushing you flush to his pubic bone, keeping it there for a few moments.
“Guess, I have to do everything myself” he scolded, grabbing a fistfull of hair to almost pull out completely only to slam back inside, his own hips helping to keep the quicker pace possible.
You fell limp, moaning along with him as he started to use you like a personalised fleshlight. You tried to keep at least moving your tongue along, meeting his tip to roll over the point that made him drop his shoulders for a second. But you couldn’t keep up anymore.
Rather you simply bounced with the thrusts, letting him fuck his stress out of his system.
Well or so it would be, wouldn’t something start to ring in the middle of it. Or rather towards the end, Price was already terribly leaking precum down your throat and was just inches away.
He pushed you on again, nose touching his skin as he answered the call, already grumpy for the intermission.
You were once again left waiting, pulsing dick filling you out. His hand was still behind your head though, fingers caressing over your scalp in an almost soft manner.
You couldn’t follow what the call was about, head too empty to decipher all the words. You simply swallowed a couple of times, trying to hollow out your cheeks a little in order to suck him further and adding to the sensation.
Price's nerves must be built out of diamond or something because he somehow kept his voice even and professional while he was on the bring of coming. That was the downside of scenes like that, sometimes you were just too good at it all.
He would curse it, but that was one of his favourite things about you, your ability to draw you in no matter what you did. Just that at the moment, you did it a little more matter of words than normally.
The call couldn’t end fast enough, he almost threw the phone back on the desk, already back to breathless thrusting.
“You’re such trouble, who trained you”
His huff made your skin all warm again, even in that state you could understand it was rather a rhetorical question.
“You’re lucky you’re so pretty”
His head rolled back, as the tension inside of him suddenly snapped, shooting his whole load right down your mouth. He couldn’t push you completely down in time, making some of the white liquid bubble up over your face.
You moaned as well, buzzing with approval as he came, swallowing everything like it was something absolutely delicious.
The buzzing in your own core was still aching, almost making you hurt from just how much you needed a release of your own. But it didn’t register to your brain anymore, it was filled with pure white bliss.
You even almost missed how Price mumbled “I’m the lucky one”, but the words only confused you. They were illogical because you were there to serve, no?
As he was pulling out his, now softening, cock you almost crashed right into his chair. His arms could just catch you so you wouldn’t hurt yourself.
“Hey, princess?” his voice was suddenly closer, your hazy eyes searching his form, head swirling.
“Daddy happy?” your voice went softer, your pink lips glistening from just how much liquid and force spread them open for all that time.
Price simply chuckled, wiping away some of his sperm that landed over your face, a fond smile covering his face.
“Very, though I’m not finished with work”
You whined, brows furrowing with the idea of being all lonely again.
“I know, I know, arms up” you did as he told, limbs suddenly heavier than usual, or perhaps it was simply your brain working slower “Good girl”
His arms pulled you up onto his lap, your head already resting on his shoulder.
“I’m proud of you, you did great” he whispered, pressing a kiss on your temple, big calloused fingers trying to close your blouse and making you a little less exposed. You smiled, nuzzling to him and bathing in the mixed scent that filled the room.
Just in that moment, there was a knock on the door and before Price could even answer, someone stepped inside. For just a small second, you tensed, heartbeat quickened all the way up to your throat.
“Oh” it was a sharp sound, making you press harder towards the Captain. “That’s paperwork I would do any day”
Your shoulders dropped, it was Johnny, you even raised your head towards him.
“Knocking means you wait for affirmation you can come in, Johnny”
“C’mon Captain, we all live here, I’m not gonna wait for that”
You huffed out a small giggle alongside from a deep sigh coming from Price's chest, as the Scott stepped closer.
“Johnny” you chirmed, leaning immediately towards him, only for both males to scramble to hold you and prevent you from falling. Your balance was still quite awful after kneeling so long and still coming out of your headspace.
“Hey sweet stuff, had fun with the Cap?” his hand cupped your face, making you melt right into his touch, nodding ever so slightly.
“Though I think” he looked over your barely clothed self, couple of buttons still open and the ruined skirt on the floor “I could’ve made ya feel much better” his voice was suddenly thicker as he was right at your ear, making you whine, the pulsing between your legs suddenly back somewhere in the back of your mind.
“Stop teasing her, Soap, she’s still pretty deep”
“It’s not teasing if it’s true Cap” he laughed, the sound making your chest fill with the same warmth as moments earlier when Price did it.
“Enough, can you take her with you, I still need to…work” Price's voice got stuck in something that was terrifyingly close to guilt on not properly bringing you down himself.
“Aye aye, got ya”
In a swift movement he picked you up, leaving you just enough time to wrap your hands around his neck, already nuzzling right at his scent gland. He was just done with some sort of training, leaving his pheromones even stronger than normal.
“Clingy girl” he kissed you on the head, already on his way out.
“Be nice to her!” was the last thing you could hear from Price, voice adamantly close to an order you knew Johnny couldn’t break.
“Aye Sir”
His arms wrapped securely around your waist and under your bare thighs, making you hitch.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take the best of care of ya princess, though ya have to admit you look so sweet like that”
You giggled, eyes already closed as you pressed more to him.
“I bet Gaz will go crazy, seeing ya like this”
“Kyle’s here too?” you asked, words slumming together.
“Yeah, he’s just picking up some food” Soap pressed a sweet tasting kiss on your swollen lips “thought I kidnap ya to a move night”
“Though I can’t promise it will stay childfriendly” he promised, voice thick with his own fantasies.
“Mhmm, but with cuddles” you demanded, leaning just enough backwards to look into his eyes which were already cringled with his smile
“I promised to be nice, haven’t I? Ya won’t have to move an inch and we’ll be over ya at all times”
At his words, you smiled, nodding and pressing closer to his warm form. That sounded like a really nice afternoon with you beloved boys.
This is this years masterpost for my contribution to Kinktober ^^
This is obviously 18+, Minors shouldn't interact and reading on your own account (don't like, don't read)
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Important: I am chronically ill and updates might not come regularly/I'll probably be a little behind on the days but they will come regardless!
The fandoms I'm writting for in here are COD and CM (will see how I'm doing it, but roughly said, for COD there is an underlying story that is chapter overarching, for CM it isn't)
♡Day 1♡: Choking -> Johnny "Soap" McTavish
♡Day 2♡: Breeding -> Aaron Hotchner
♡Day 3♡: Sex toys -> Simon "Ghost" Riley (&Gaz+Soap)
♡Day 4♡: Gagged -> Elle Greenaway
♡Day 5♡: Pegging -> Spencer Reid
♡Day 6♡: Mirror -> Derek Morgan
♡Day 7♡: Face sitting -> Emily Prentiss
♡Day 8♡: Begging
♡Day 9♡: Primal play
♡Day 10♡: Dry humping
♡Day 11♡: Pretty lingerie
♡Day 12♡: Truth or dare
♡Day 13♡: Edging
♡Day 14♡: Impact play
♡Day 15♡: Overstimulation
♡Day 16♡: Mastrubation
♡Day 17♡: Nipple play
♡Day 18♡: Fishnets
♡Day 19♡: Threesome
♡Day 20♡: Virginity
♡Day 21♡: Bondage
♡Day 22♡: Blindfolds
♡Day 23♡: Thighs
♡Day 24♡: Knife play
♡Day 25♡: Phone sex
♡Day 26♡: Wax play
♡Day 27♡: Oral
♡Day 28♡: (Semi) Public
♡Day 29♡: Markings
♡Day 30♡: Authority
♡Day 31♡: Halloween
♡Bonus♡: Pet play
♡Bonus2♡: Soft
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Warnings/tags: fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!Emily, somewhat established relationship, underlying free use, degradation, use of degrading petnames, face sitting, oral (fem/Emily recieving), quicky, semi public, rough, ruined makeup, slight orgasm control, messy, cum drunk reader, lesbianism, aftercare, no use of y/n!
Word count: 2k
A/N: A rather short one, but it seemed fitting (Also, Emily <3)
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It was 11:03am when you got an urgent text from Emily, requesting you to come as fast as possible by her office. Or well, a missed call and text referring to it, so you simply guessed it was about the same thing.
Since you were still in a meeting, you couldn't swing by immediately. Or even answer the text. Which, to your full honesty, the meeting was a boring official excuse to rob your time, only for old men to tell you your unit is spending too much money, to which you have to inform you that otherwise they wouldn’t catch those criminals and each of them still needs to be paid.
Which was surprisingly also one of the jobs you held as the communication liaison and maid for everything.
Though the other part didn’t bother you so much for a certain someone.
At the time you’d finish, it was already an hour later. You’d just had enough time to grab a coffee, you were certain Emily had already drunk like half a gallon by this point of day, but one more could at least buy your way out of why it took you so long.
“Sorry it took so long, the white old men on top, wanted to argue their way out of logical understanding of how a federal agency works like”
You already apologize, before you could even step fully through her door, a cup of coffee placed right on top of her overflowing desk.
“Thank God you came, though late so we don’t have a lot of time” she sighned, shoulders dropping as she was throwing her long hair into a quick ponytail.
“Is it private or professional?”
Before you could even finish, she was already closing her blinds and locking the door. Which made your cheeks brighten with heat.
“Private…got it”
“Definetivley private" she smirked, her fingers tugging a stray strand of hair behind your ear “or I can leave it unlocked, if you’re so keen on anybody watching. I can also hang one of those cameras Garcia keeps hidden and stream it”
If possible, your cheeks were now burning in a deep crimson colour. Almost the same as his full red lipstick.
“I…no that…locked sounds good, Miss”
Her smile widened, the distance between you two cut short by her steps, heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Her hand held your face, thumb brushing over your own lips.
“Make sense, guess you’d not want it publicly known just how much of a slut you’re for me”
You opened your mouth, only to close it again as, only shaking your head. For some unknown reason that definitely wasn’t her demeanor nor perfectly parted lips, it was easy to get lost in her incredibly fast.
Lost and being on your own to do whatever she pleased.
“Guess that’s good, I wouldn’t want my toy to just get snapped away by all the greedy people around”
“Y-yes Miss” you gulpted out, as her thumb teased its way past your lips, pressing downwards to push your mouth open, to which you gladly followed. Your tongue laying flat, your mouth as open as possible and comfortable for your jaw.
“Good girl” she smiled, satisfied at her work “it’s a shame I can’t ruin you as much as you deserve” she retrieved her hand, dragging you by your blouse to her small couch.
The degradation humiliation sipping right through your bones down to your core. Not that it was about you, which only made you more wet.
“You might want to take that off” she warned, tugging over your blouse to make you spring into action.
“Yes Miss”
Your fingers already flew over the small buttons, fingers swift yet clumsy with anticipation. By now this was long from unusual for you, though there was usually more warning beforehand.
The blouse was left at the little table beside the couch, half haphazardly put together as you didn’t want to keep Emily waiting for much longer. She was already leaning on the couch, hands pulling down her pants.
Without second thought, you were already helping her with it, helping her kick off her heels and step out of the pants as well as panties. As you knelt there like this, it made Emily already let out a tiny moan, her hand nestled into your hair as she pulled you back up again.
“Remind me, who trained you so well”
“You, Miss”
An ever so soft moan escaped your own lips, the tension resting on your hair was just enough to make you roll your eyes and not truly hurt.
“You’ll lay there” Emily nudges you towards the couch, her fingers absentminently brushing over your nipples, your bra so thin you could feel everything. “And you’ll be fast, because we don’t have much time, since a certain slut hasn’t come early enough”
You bit your lip, nodding already, only to correct yourself fast with an “Yes, Miss” as you laid down.
The couch itself had seen so many of your meet ups and was probably soaked by all sorts of bodily fluids, it made you blush just thinking about how so many people unknowingly sat on it. Some of which were even your bosses.
Just as you laid down, did Emily step over you, standing on her knees just so much she could stabilize and look over you before lowering herself. After seeing your nod as much as darted out tongue, she lowered herself completely.
The couch itself was just as big enough that you could pull this off comfortably parallel to the couch, without the danger of Emily slipping off. And to lower the danger even more, her hand was gripping on the back panel of the couch.
You moaned into her, as your tongue got the chance to taste her, swallowing the liquid like it was pure gold. In long strikes you pushed your tongue over her whole labia, gently wetting them while slurping on her own wetness.
This made Emily throw her head back, signing lowly herself. Her office might be locked, yet you still needed to be careful not to be too loud. Though your tongue made it everything but easy, if she’d be honest.
“That’s right, do your job”
She started rocking her hips, right as you gulped up even more of her juices, the tip of your tongue pressing, teasing, at her entrance, whining high as her thighs teased together in a moment when you found the right spot.
It was your favourite, being buried under her pussy, tasting her while her thighs encase your pretty face that belongs just there between her legs, if you’d ask her.
She rolled her hips in an unforgiving pace, using your tongue like a toy she could ride, positioning your tongue like that just where she wanted it.
Honestly you could just lay your tongue open for her, while simultaneously focusing on her clit, sucking and grazing it softly with your teeth. And judging from her grinding downwards, it hit just the right nerve.
In fact it hit all the right nerves, you were in overdrive in order to please her and her movements grew chaotically erratic as well. As well as turning into something wilder, more hungry.
“You like that, don’t you, buried under a cunt you can worship” she chuckled, throwing her head back, her knuckles around the backside of the couch, white.
“Mhmmm”
You desperately agreed with her, swallowing up ever more from her while her coil exploded, the broken moan slipping past her lips like forbidden knowledge that entered your brain.
But she didn’t stop, if possible she only got more aggressive, before she could even calm down.
Your face was already wet with her release, yet you didn’t stop leaping her up, spreading it over her clit, only to press your lips around it and suck at it in a way that made her see stars.
“One more, you can do one more” she murmured, unsure if it was to herself or you. Not that you could particularly hear her, her thighs draping over your ears just in a way that made you not only not see anything, but also practically deaf too.
The only thing you could focus on right now was his dripping pussy and how to make her cum as fast as possible, unsure just how much time she had anyways.
“That’s where sluts like you go, serving their Mistress” she laughed another time, the sound deep and cruel “I bet you get so much off from simply eating me out that you could cum from just a little attention”
You moaned at that, it was indeed true, your own panties were already damp and clinging to your pulsing pussy.
But you couldn’t focus on that, not when the beauty of women just sat on you and her addicting nectar flowed right into your mouth. It was honestly embarrassing just how much you were eager to get any drop of it into you.
Your tongue played at her entrance yet again, teasing it’s tip in and out, before flat licking once more.
Emily’s hips grinded down, pushing you into grey couch cushions, thighs flexing around you as she came with another intense orgasm. Body shaking, head lolling backwards and so much release over your whole face, it dripped down your chin.
She rocked a couple of times more, till she was satisfied enough, stress finally leaving her body as she stretched and rolled her shoulders and neck, before slowly lifting herself back up.
“If you’d come when I called, we would have time to reward you, but I guess old men are more of your liking than that” she huffed, stepping down the couch and starting to dress herself back on.
You on the other hand simply laid there, catching a breath, your mind fuzzy from all the action, even when short lived.
She seemed as steady as ever, perhaps even more steady than before. A smile on her lips and a satisfied look in her eyes. She most definitively didn’t look like she just came undone two times in mere minutes.
You on the other hand looked like you just had a gangbang, your skin glistened from sweat and various fluids, your lipstick was smeared and even your mascara left some splotches under your eyes.
“As much as I’d like to show you around like that, you should still get yourself suited” she was already fully dressed, as you just sat up, smiling thankfully at her wet wipes she held in your direction.
“Here, take those” she handed you the usual emergency kit she stashed in her desk for you, it wasn’t much, just a lipstick, mascara and an eye shadow palette.
“Thanks”
With a little magic, which was just you being used to preform make up miracles under pressure, you wiped away the look of being fucked, replacing it with a simple make up that usually grazed your face.
Emily was busying herself over some case files again, sipping on the coffee you brought, it was probably still warm, so little time had passed since you stepped into the office.
You just smacked your lips, while applying lipstick, as Emily huffed, stepping closer.
“You really can’t be let out by yourself can you?” her voice lacked the usual sharpness, it sounded much more fond. Her fingers unbuttoned your blouse that you just put on, again, just to button it right as you missed a couple of the button holes.
“Oh” your face blushed again, the familiar feeling of blood filling up your cheeks, making you avert your eyes.
“Happens to all the good sluts”
Emily shot you one of her rare softer smiles, brushing some of your hair into a more presentable place. You smiled back, the gesture so familiar yet so instinctual it made something in your place sit just right.
“We should probably…get going?” you offered, seeing how often Emily grazed over the timer.
“We should” she nodded, her eyes lingering on your form for a short moment.
Warnings/tags: fem!reader, chubby!reader, sub!reader, very slight brat!reader, dom!Derek, established relationship, slight age gap (only couple years), anneversary, insecurities, teasing, PDA, use of petnames, making out, possesivness, Derek carrys reader around, body worship, innapropriate use of mirrors, hikeys, handjob (fem/reader recieving), reverse cowgirl, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie, make to watch oneself, pinning down/unable to move, multiple orgasms, fucking someone till they understand they're beautiful, aftercare, fools in love, no use of y/n!
Word count: 3.9k
A/N: A little indulgent fic for the plus sized girlies ^^
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“There is possibly so much wrong with-”
“I hope the food was delicious?” you straightened as your waiter, a young blonde with high cheekbones, picked up empty plates from your table, her eyes fixed on Derek.
“Could I interest you in any desert?” her eyes skimmed over your form, her shining smile faltering for a moment “For your sister perhaps?”
You inhaled sharply, lips pressed into a thin line, voice cold as ice when you answered.
“No thanks, we’re fine”
“Then I’ll prepare the bill” she chirped, her eyes not even glancing at your way this time.
You simply exhaled, nipping on your wine. This was the downside of going out. And normally you wouldn’t care much, perhaps even bite back some remarks, but today was your anniversary and it stung just a little more.
Derek had taken you out for the occasion, you were both dressed up. He in a dark suit and dress shirt that he left purposely open for you. You in a beautiful red dress that hugged your figure like a dream. In fact it fitted so well that at the start of the evening, you felt as the prettiest girl out there.
But right now, you were more annoyed, nerves stretched thin over the course of the dinner.
“I thought you wanted the creme brulee so we can share?” he asked, utterly confused, making you just huffing more.
“Derek, that’s the 5th time people called me your sister”
You exploded, voice still hushed but fingers drumming over the wine glass.
“Cause they can’t possible fathom how I’m with such a beautiful woman”
“That’s not-”
“I’m out of your league, face it baby girl”
You wanted to counter but stopped only to roll your eyes, huffing. Gosh it was hard to stay mad when he was like this.
“It’s not that, you know it, everywhere we go everyone is always staring cause they’re asking themselves “What does that fat bitch have to do with that hot guy?” And I’m like…really tired of that”
You crossed your hands over your chest now, red lipsticked lips pouting his way.
“Say that again”
You rolled your eyes, of course his ego was out there to get compliments like such. And you hated how it worked to make you smile again.
“You’re forbiddingly hot”
“No, the other thing"
“I’m a fat bitch?”
Derek leaned forward, hands reaching out for yours that you reluctantly placed into his. For a moment he simply looked at you, smirk widening.
“You’re a terrible liar”
“Wha-”
“I’m profiling serial killers on the daily, having UnSubs in interrogation chairs tell me their favorite episode of Gilmore Girls if I want them too. I see right through any liar, you're terrible at this”
you opened your mouth, just to blush under his gaze. He was unfairly good at this, much to your liking.
“First of all, you couldn’t look past my lies if I wanted to, because I think you’re forgetting I’m rummaging through all the mess as well. Second” you held up a finger, back to your old bickering “I bet you’ll get her number written in big letters with a kiss pressed on top, once she gets back with the bill”
“Who?” he smiled, showing his perfect teeth.
“Oh c’mon, you know who, the waitress that flirts with you for the majority of the night and clearly thinks you’re hot”
“Sorry, must have missed that, been too focused on looking at my princess”
You rolled your eyes once more, huffing frustrated, both because he made it incredibly difficult to be even jealous and because he made you blush like a teenager.
“Just you see!”
“I’ll tell her I’m too old for her”
“Like that’s gonna chase her away, Derek, girls like that, we like hot older FBI agents who’s smirk has most likely already caused incidents” you shot right back, huffing out a smile that made your curled hair flow over your bare shoulder.
“Remind me, what’s our age gap again?”
“Little more than four years, which still makes you older than me, so my statement is still absolutely correct, as always” you popped your lips, creating a soft ‘pop’ sound that only made Derek lick his own lips. He couldn’t deny your effect you held over him for the integrity of today's night.
“That’s a pretty big age difference, baby girl, sure it’s legal?” his eyebrows wiggled “for being this beautiful”
You leaned closer, making your cleavage closer to his hungry eyes, back into your element.
“How good I know this FBI guy, true life saver”
He let out a deep chuckle, his lips only inches away from yours, breath tickling skin.
“Remind me to marry you” he pressed his lips on top of your smiling ones, just a too short kiss that made you forget you were not at home and could fall over him in a second. “Oh wait, I already did that”
You just wanted to respond when the waitress came back, face turned to Morgan, shooting you a dirty look. For a split second you wanted to rub it in, or drive the point home that you just kissed your alleged brother.
“I hope the experience was good and we’ll see you soon again” her sultry voice dipped down like the extra button that was open on her uniform.
With little care Derek placed money and his signature under the bill, handing it back to her. You didn’t miss how he intentionally flashed his wedding band, before smiling at the girl.
“I’m sure to keep that in my mind the next time I take my wife out” he turned to you now, smile much bigger “if you liked the food of course, honey”
“Oh the food was great” you responded as you stood up, Derek's hand wrapped around your back in an instant. And just because you could, you flashed your own ring, before pecking his lips.
At that, the waitress stumbled away, red faced and embarrassed. Good, that’s what you hoped she’d be for flirting with your date like that and definitively judging your figure.
“I think we scared her for life” you giggle out as you step on the dark street.
“With your beauty? Absolutely, I think she’d might be into you now”
You bursted into laughter as Derek unlocked the car, holding the door open for you.
“That’s not funny Derek Morgan, sexualities aren’t something anybody could choose”
“I didn’t say that, but hypothetically I wake up one morning in a different universe and happen to be a woman and you walk down the street, I would drop everything and call dibs”
You chuckled, waving your hand containing the most beautiful ring on it, into his face.
“You literally called dibs, we’re married wonderman”
“But I want more, I’d marry you again if I could”
The engine rumbled into life, as his laugh filled the car. His hand already finding its way above your knee, squeezing lightly. Your cheeks turned redder, the atmosphere suddenly much more heated than only minutes ago in the restaurant.
“Maybe I should make new business cards saying I’m married to a queen and plaster it with your face so everyone would understand how I’m such a lucky guy”
His hand trailed higher, making the skin glow under your suddenly thin dress, making you swallow.
“I doubt Rossi would consider that professional enough”
“True, maybe I should just write “I licked it first, I call dibs”, that would be much more professional”
Your face heats up at the underlying implication, making you cough.
“If you write that, more women might come and want to test that statement”
“That’s why I wouldn’t write that you taste sweeter than any honey and that you’re more potent than viagra”
You laughed out again, running your fingers over his biceps, eyes dipping lower to his dress pants that hid in the shadow of the night. You could only imagine the bulge that might be hiding underneath, making you squirm in your seat.
“Since we didn’t get any desert I thought I could treat you to something” his voice rumbled through your body, making it pleasantly buzz.
“Oh, if it’s not a two course one I don’t want too”
“Don’t worry, I know how to treat my girl”
He laughed out, squeezing over your plump flesh off your thighs, already counting the minutes and speed limits he wasn’t supposed to break to get home earlier.
You were already heavily making out before Derek could even open the door to your home. Lips hungry consuming each other, hand roaming over broad shoulders and wide hips.
Derek pressed you up at the wall, kicking close the door with more force than probably necessary. You fought a little for who would dominate each other's mouth, only for him to win. Because Derek Morgan was not known to lose.
His hands were already searching and pulling on the zipper of your dress, trying to be careful as the dress actually meant something to you.
“You sure know how to wait” you moaned out, lips only parted for a little air break.
“Oh, believe me baby girl, I just waited the whole night for this”
He finally unzipped the dress, letting it slowly fall down, pulling around your waist, hands already pulling it already lower only to press deeper into you.
“You wouldn’t believe me how hard you’re making me with that dress of yours”
“Oh show me, I don’t know if I remember what it looks like” you moaned into his ear as he rode up your bare leg, pressing you into the wall.
“Patience”
He let his hand smack over your full ass, mouth claiming yours faster than you could even think of a witty response. Your hands were busy getting his stubborn shirt to open up, letting your fingers touch over hard packs.
Your mouth watered just at the sight of them, moaning back into his mouth, making his hand only grab harder into the soft flesh of your behind.
And suddenly, with a swift motion to which you weren’t used to no matter how many times he’s doing it, he picks you up. You squicked, hands already pulling his face closer.
“No, I’m too-”
“I dare you to finish that up baby girl” he whispered dangerously low into your ear, making you only yelp and a now rush of neediness flowed out of you.
In no time, like you weighed nothing, you were placed in the armchair that sat in the corner of the room, facing a mirror. You would never get used to Derek’s strength or how much you liked his manhandling. How much it made your core etch every time he did it, behaving like you were merely a doll he could position how he pleased.
“I like the view” you giggled, still catching your breath. He stood right in front of you, pulling his belt out of his hoops to allow his very visible bulge free. You licked over your full lips, already wanting to reach out and help him, only for Derek to move behind you.
“You know what view I like?” he grabbed your face, making it face forward to see yourself in the full body mirror.
Your cheeks reddened deeper in an instant, you were completely bare besides your lacey panties, breasts hanging in all their weight, nipples already hard and dark. You tried to look away, avert your eyes, but he simply tugged your face back, using just enough force to make you unable to move your head even an inch.
“Looks really good, doesn’t it?”
His lips were right right at your ear, sucking underneath it just a moment later to coax out another loud moan.
“I don’t know, I like the big black muscleman behind me”
You giggle out, head already lolling backwards, body arching under his hands that groped over sensitive flesh of your boobs.
“So you want your husband watching, cotcha, pervy girl”
You hummed in agreement, eyes closed to focus more on the feeling of skilled hands holding you in place while making sparks explode under each touch.
“You know what would really would get my hubby going? Your 12 pack thunder cock inside me”
He chuckled out, the sound pulsing right over your body and stopping right at the heat of your core. You’re sure, would it be sentient, it would call out his name every time you’d see him. And to some extent it did, just not publicly.
“It’s not that long”
“I know, it wouldn’t fit, but it rolls better off my tongue” you smiled, capturing his lips again, leaning backwards even more, wanting more skin to touch. More to hold on to and pull closer.
“You know what would roll off your tongue even more?” he asked, already moving and making you whine at the loss of your lips.
“Your cock itself?”
“That” he stopped, laughing as he finally got rid of his pants and briefs, letting his big erection spring free.
Judging by the slight reflection of the dim light that lit up the room, it already glistened with precum. You licked your lips, already imagining the weight of it pressed on your tongue. It makes you squirm even more, in search of friction to satisfy your own ache.
“But I prefer my name even more”
He leaned down, easily taking control this time, your hands fastly lost to the grip he put over your wrist. You simply pressed towards it, whining at the fact his dick was nowhere near you yet.
“Your patience is terrible” he chuckled, pressing your hands to your chest, making your boobs lift and bounce at your own laugh.
“I think I left it somewhere at a bus stop the day we first met”
“What a shame, indeed”
He looked you over for a moment, before pulling you up, making your knees buckle a little at the fast movement. Just like that you swapped positions, his legs spread as much as the chair allowed it, letting his dick hit his stomach and leaving a little wet trail behind.
Your eyes are glued to it. You couldn’t help yourself but whine, your hands still fixated to not allow you to touch it.
“Eyes up, baby girl”
His deep voice was short of an order, despite that your eyes snapped up to meet his. They were already blown and dark, hungry for something only you could satisfy.
“Here’s what we’ll we, you’ll get your pretty ass down here and I will give you what you want”
You nodded, that sounded like a fair plan you suppose, but you waited because knowing that tone of his voice, there was a but. You didn’t need to worry though, in the end you wouldn’t mind anyways. If you get his cock in exchange, you’d do it.
Regardless to that, you couldn’t hold yourself back to ask, voice dropping into something even more flirty.
“Whats the catch agent?”
“No catch, you will just look at what I look at every time I ruin your pussy”
The vulgar speech made your face heat up in a second, or perhaps it was the part how his smirk widened at just that.
“Do we like those?” he asked, fingers already hooked under the lacey excuse of a slip. You honestly had to look down to remember, too focused on the glory of a man sitting just inches away.
“They were like 70$, yes, we like them”
“Sad, thought I would get to rip at least a pair on our anniversary” he chuckled again, pulling them off before pushing you down to sit on his knees. Not quite where you wanted to be, but enough for him to guide your focus on yourself in the reflection.
“Derek, you ripped like half of my panties, it’s expensive to ruin all of them”
Your giggle was cut short as his hand made its way down between your fold, making you moan again before his fingers could even dip in you.
“Looks like someone’s been hungry”
His fingers circled over your clit, only to tease your entrance to make you shudder.
“Do you ever look at yourself” you barked out, eyes half lidded and head rolling onto his shoulder as you let his fingers spread you open, making your insides churm.
“I already say I enjoy another view more” he whispered again, his other hand suddenly back to shift your head so you were forced to look right at yourself.
“Do you see that? You see my wife?”
Your eyes looked at the mirror, at his hands that were wrapped around you, pressing into you and making your mind squirm, how his fingers were coated in your juices and how his eyes almost rolled back at the way you looked at him.
“You’ll get a reward if you look at her”
His chuckled in your ear, already sucking back over your neck, leaving marks that will become dark hickeys you’re sure. But that’s fine with you, you would gladly tell every soul on this planet and any other life form you were his.
That his lips were the one leaving marks behind, his fingers those that touched you like you’re something special, that his dick split you open and stretch you out in a way that made you addicted to it. That his eyes were always on you when you were in the same room, no matter how big it might be.
To your best ability you kept watching your reflection, how your breast hitched a little alongside your stomach when his fingers curled inside you, finding that spot that made you see stars and rainbows.
“People killed over woman like you, and I can’t blame ‘em, I would too”
You moaned out his name, pushing on his fingers. Both because the coil in your inside was close to snapping and because his words held so much more but simplicity. You know he’d do it. Without thought, even if it would be costing him his career.
“I love you, Derek Morgan, I really love you” you blabbered, leaning closer over him, feeling his erection press to the backside of your ass, making you only whine out more.
“Eyes on you, c’mon, I know you can do it baby girl”
With that, you were falling headfirst into your orgasm, moaning so loud you would normally worry your neighbors might hear. Not that any of you cared right now. His thumb brushed over your clit, fingers fucking you through the high while your eyes looked at yourself falling apart.
Derek could’ve cum right there, watching you enjoy yourself over his actions and acknowledge yourself like that. But it was too soon, he wasn’t finished yet.
He eventually slowed, slimy fingers pressed to your lips, which you opened with no after thought. You were never particularly fond of your taste, but it was somehow turning you on every time Derek did something like that.
“You taste better” you finally complained, eyes meeting in the reflection, earning yourself a slight smack over your cunt.
“You look better” he countered in no time, already making you lift yourself for a little, to position himself under your hole.
“Or are you doubting I married the most beautiful woman to ever exist?”
“I don’t doubt your choices just-”
You were cut off by your own moan, thick veiny cock pushing its way up into you. Derek wasn’t much better himself, cursing under a moan. His hand gripped your plush hips like a lifeline til you were properly lowered all the way.
“Guess you just like girls that are fuller” you finished, hips already buckling despite just having cum, heat pulling you onto it.
“Baby girl, I just like you full of my cock”
He was out of breath himself, the sensation of velvety walls pressed around him and the way your lips pulled him deeper like he was made to be in that place, almost overwhelming.
“Thunder cock abilitys”
You moan out, hips already lifting and rocking, unable to stay still for too long. Not when he felt so good, when his dick nudged your spot so perfectly, not when his hands roamed around your body.
“Says the goddess in my lap”
He finally set a faster rhythm, taking control over the deep thrust that reached impossible depths. His hand pushing your head back into place so you could properly watch yourself.
“Eyes open, or I might stop” he threatened and you knew he meant it, too driven to prove his point to make sure you understand just how beautiful you were.
You really tried keeping your eyes open, which was difficult, considering Derek was just about to make you into a complete mess and fucking your brains out. The position allows him to get in deeper and faster than usual.
“That’s…Derek, really good” you started rambling in between moans, eyes trying to keep open, yet always searching for him, hands trying to hold on over the hand that holds over your hips, nails digging into it.
“You’re so beautiful, don’t you agree?”
This was a trick question, and you knew it, because your brain was wiped out of existence anyways, he could make you say almost anything right now.
“Yes…”
“Don’t you want to say it? Say how beautiful my wifey is?”
“I…beautiful” you mumbled, head lolling backwards, only to be pulled back forward so you could watch.
“What? Sweetheart, I couldn’t hear you”
He had the audacity to laugh, only to hit your sweet spot in full force, making you scream out your moan.
“I…said I was…beautiful”
“Just what I wanted to hear” he smiled, finding your lips, thrust becoming shallow and erratic. Hungry for more.
You let him, your legs had long have given out, so did your logical thoughts. All that was there in your wiped brain was only Derek. And his thick dick fucking you open.
You fell silent, the only sounds in the room being those of skin smacking, panting and broken moans as both got closer and closer to the high you chased.
Derek was the first top to came, a deep groan of your name filling the room. Thick lines of white sperm filling you up to the bring, filling up that little space his cock didn’t.
That was what tipped you over the edge as well, your lips only able to scream his name as everything inside exploded into a pure white, the feeling washing away any insecurity or thought out of your system.
Derek had to hold you so you wouldn’t topple over, making you lean back onto his chest, head resting on his shoulder. His lips kissing over the side of your face, hands wrapped around your stomach.
“Welcome home, mighty goddess"
“I love you too, dearest husband”
You lazy caught his lips, sighing into the kiss while the fatigue settled over your body, limps suddenly heavy.
“I don’t think I can walk anymore” you confessed, trying to sit more upright, but he didn’t let you.
"Didn't plan on making you walk princess”
He grinned, kissing you again. And before you could even protest or say anything he added.
“Queens have knights to carry them around”
You blushed, slightly lifting yourself just so much he could slip out, leaving you empty again as you turned to face him.
“Do heroes do that too?”
“Occasionally” he kissed you again, foreheads touching “For the wife they love”
Warnings/tags: transFTM!reader, male!reader, top!reader, dom!reader, bottom!Spencer, sub!Spencer, established relationship, slight angst, making out, pegging, touch starved (both, but Spencer significantly more), compliments, dysphoria (only a little), anal sex, so utterly in love, soft & intimate, gay, aftercare, fools in love, no use of y/n!
Word count: 4.7k
A/N: Unlike the Day2 fic, I can't give you any skipping point because the angst is somwhat intertwined with the smut ^^'' I swear I don't intend on writting so much angst/plot with my fics for this but it somehow just happens lol (Also Reid <3 <3 <3)
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"We need to talk!”
Was the first thing you heard as you stepped through the door of your shared apartment. Spencer was rocking on the balm of his feet, hands nervously fidgeting with each other, hazel eyes huge.
You stopped mid step, only closing the door since you really weren’t fond of your noisy neighbours to listen to this. Whatever it was.
Because whatever this was about, it was certainly nothing good. Spencer was not the type of getting nervous over normal discussions, you barely even fought. The biggest fight you remember was about which Metallica album was their peak.
So this wasn't good..
“Sure…” you swallowed, suddenly a lump in your throat, your damp coat forgotten on the floor. Your hands shook too much to properly hang it, your eyes not wanting to leave his.
“So…I thought about this really throughout and for quite a while. Like it was the only thing that was in my head for the past 2 weeks which is approximately 336 hours. Which of course isn’t an accurate number since I slept some of it bringing it down to approximately only 265 to 280 hours considering my current sleep behaviour-”
He cut himself off with an inhale, like he just now realized he truly needs air to ramble further. His fingers doing all possible movements as he tried to soothe himself with it.
He exhaled shuddering, nodding as he watched you with great intensity.
“What I wanted to say…D-do you remember the…talk about…comfortibility?” he choked the words out, hands almost trembling. Like he was strangely afraid of it all, making you simply step closer. If this will be something bad, you at least didn’t need him to fall apart alone.
“Yes…? We talked about this like…3 months ago”
“Yes, right, yes…” he nodded, eyes avoiding yours “You…you said that if you would be born right. I mean you were, you’re perfect. But like, how your body should…Not that there is anything wrong with your body now!”
His eyes suddenly searched yours as he frantically shook his head, desperately trying to bring his point across that he would never find you wrong. That he didn’t view you as anything else but his best friend and partner, while still validating your experience of course. He would never disrespect you like that.
“Spence” you said softly, still utterly confused but also progressively more worried about him.
“You said…that well…you sometimes had this…thought”
“Which one exactly..?” you asked carefully, brows furrowing.
For a moment, Spencer simply struggled with himself, his cheeks brightening with a faint red colour. Hazel eyes searching yours, asking for help with this mess. And you wished you could simply help him, say it out for him, but you sadly lacked the ability to read his mind.
“I ahm…” another cut off sentence “you said…that…you really…wanted to be…like feel good and be intimate?” his eyes slipped past yours, fingers fidgeting even more restless.
Your facial expression turned even more confused, because yes you did say that while complaining about your own struggle with dysphoria that took away even such things. Not that you weren’t intimate with Spencer, heck he was the first partner to make you feel right while doing anything sexual, so that confused you even more.
“I mean like…” his voice dropped, teeth grazing lip, you could practically feel how uncomfortable he felt. And with that your worry only grew, your mind jumping to multiple conclusions to what he was about to conclude.
Perhaps he figured out he would rather be with a “real” guy?
Or perhaps he was simply tired of your constant panic attacks when he simply touched certain parts of your body, despite knowing he would never judge you?
Or perhaps he simply found someone better, someone who was easier to love and satisfied him more?
You had to forcefully inhale, already feeling the impending panic creeping on on you. As anybody knew, talks starting with “We need to talk” meant something unpleasant or terrible. And that he was so uncomfortable himself, made everything feel so much heavier too.
“Like…f-fucking your partner”
His voice dropped further, now only half legabile mumbling, puppy eyes staring scaredly right into your soul.
You blinked.
Then you blinked again.
And then again.
“You…what?” you finally muttered, tilting your head in the process to try piece the story together to make sense.
“I…I couldn’t stop thinking about that and and…you doing that and then I just kinda…sorry that’s all stupid…sorry” he was quick to apologies, eyes dropping back to the floor yes again.
“Spencer are you…asking me to fuck you?”
You stared at him in disbelief, only to be met with a small nod and big scared eyes. Your own face disorder into a grimace, hands going through your hair and exhaling. You honestly didn’t know if you should laugh or shake him.
“Okay okay okay…That’s, Spencer this is really not a conversation you open up with “We need to talk”...”
“But…but what else should I have said?... I figured the most logical thig to do after it’s been on my mind for so long was to…talk about it…”
“No, I mean, yes, gosh Spence” you stepped closer, cupping his face, not missing how his shoulders relaxed for just a moment.
“Your social cues are worse than mine, and that’s not a compliment, gosh, I really thought you would break up”
Now it was his turn to furrow his brows, looking utterly confused at you.
“Why would I…ever want to break up with you?” his voice was a mere whisper at that point, his own hands holding you carefully at your waist.
“I dunno, maybe you found someone cooler or less…messed up or just simply you know, a real guy?”
“You are a real guy, the coolest one I know too and perfect” he was quick to counter, eyes very determined to make you believe it. For a moment you lost yourself in his eyes, unable to answer. He was simply too effective at that, dispelling your self doubt, as it was a daily occurrence for such words of yours.
“So…you want me to peg you?” you decide to say, averting the attention completely from yourself.
“Y-yes, I mean…only if you would…be comfortable with it and want to?” his gaze turned unsure again, like he was asking for too much, still too scared for you to think lower of him, despite cradling his face.
“I guess that means I need to buy a strap on” you smiled gently, your own cheeks blushing with Spencer's favourite shade of pink.
Yet his face contracts a bit in an embarrassing manner as he added.
“I…maybe already bought one?”
His eyes looked carefully in yours.
“I wanted to…to have as much information about it before proposing the idea to you. And when I saw it I…kinda saw you in it and I just…I had to buy it”
You simply giggle, that sounded exactly like your Spencer.
“So…there is a strap on and all in our home and I had zero knowledge about it? Mean” you couldn’t hold your chuckle back for long, already leaning closer.
“You’re probably the only person I know that can go from giving me a panic attack to make me hot and bothered in the course of one conversation” you connected your lip easily “and I love you for that”
“So…so you aren’t mad?” his voice was still careful, like he couldn’t believe your words to the fullest just now, like he was anticipating a much different response.
“Mad? Spence, a) I can’t be mad at you, like it’s neuroscientifically impossible and b)” you smiled wider at that, pecking his lips once more “that’s really hot”
“Yes…very” his eyes glazed over you like he was suddenly just realising how hot his lower region became by simply imagining you doing that.
“Sooo…any specific date you want to try it or…do you want to just dive in it right now”
“N-now?”
Your words were initially thought as a lighthearted joke, something to ease the tension off his shoulders finally and make him laugh. Yet his big eyes and parted lips told you, just how much that thought came to him.
“Yeah, now, but only if you…want to” you tried much gentler now.
“Yes, yes yes, do you…?”
“Spence, I wouldn’t ask, wouldn’t I literally have wet dreams about that stuff”
Your thumbs brushed over his cheeks. You were such idiots, you thought. Sometimes it seemed like you could seemingly never have enough encouragement and consent just to be extra sure the other likes or wants to do something. It made you giggle, as much as it made your stomach flutter with sheer emotions.
“You…you do? Me…too”
For a moment you simply bathed in each other's eyes, just existing. Soaking in the adrenaline that suddenly kicked in as Spencer led you to your shared bedroom, fishing a box from underneath the bed.
You inspected the leather between your fingers, it looked high quality and knowing Spencer as long as you did, you knew it wasn’t cheap. It looked so pretty, even you had to agree with it. And you didn’t know if you wanted to kiss Spencer, rip his clothes off and show him your love or just make out while crying from sheer love.
“I can help you” he said gently, as you stared at the leather unmoving, the other hand havijng your shirt pulled up like you froze in the middle of changing. You smiled at him, seeing that he himself was already only in his boxers.
Ones that already looked like they strained him. Sometimes you wondered how he could look so good, making your head filled with filthy pictures while still talking like he was scared you’d push him away for some imaginary flaw. But you supposed you weren’t much better.
You nodded, letting him help you out while getting rid of your jeans. It still felt somewhat weird standing like that, half naked, in front of him. You wished for nothing more but to be comfortable enough to be bare with him.
But your mind didn’t let you go. That’s most likely why Spencer didn’t mention your binder, or his usual reciting about how overextended usage could damage your ribcage. He knew you just couldn’t right now. So instead he trailed his fingers along your sides, careful to touch only those areas that make your breath hitch and goosebumps appear all over your body.
“If you look at me like this, I might think you love me” you teased, hands back to cup his face and hold them around his neck.
“That would…most likely be because I’m absolutely deeply in love with you”
“Oh believe me, I know” you smiled, pulling him lost to press another kiss onto them.
It was different from those before, each of us seemingly moving in perfect rhythm, like our lips were always supposed to find each other and kiss them. There was almost an overwhelming amount of emotions to it, making you feel just as giddy as when you experienced your first kiss with the nerdy guy currently melting to your form.
“I can…help you get it on?” he offered, bringing your attention back to the strap still in your hand.
“Thanks” you simply mumble as you fasten some of the straps around your hips while he looked over the lover straps that hugged your thighs.
For a moment you simply looked at yourself like that. The sight was new, but also somehow enticing. And if you wouldn’t be so embarrassed and trying to ignore it, you would admit that it got your mind railing.
Or well, ready for you to rail Spencer.
“Maybe I could help you with those?” your eyes dipped to his erection tugged behind boxers, same model as yours, just a number bigger. hHis cheeks deepened immediately, voice cutting away, only letting him to nod.
And just like that you were both on the bed, him laying on his back, legs parted so you could sit between them, his boxers long gone. Yours were still on, not wanting to experiment with the most uncomfortable part of your dysphoria right now.
You shook your head, not wanting to think about that, when Spencer laid there, breath hitching into a whine every time your hands simply came close to his cock.
“So…how does your fantasy go?” you asked softly, hands massaging over his thighs.
“I…usually I just…I don’t know, it’s just…inside and then you move and I…kiss you and tell me you still love me?” his voice broke a little, you would almost miss how his hands were fondling with the sheets and eyes falling on the silicone dildo that you fumbled to attach in the position, his anxiety showing. But only almost.
“Still?” you huffed, leaning closer to his head now, feeling his shuttering breaths on your lips “Spencer, I would never stop loving you. It doesn’t matter if we do this, today or ever. Fuck if that’s a turn on, I didn’t get with you because I wanted to fuck you. You’re more important than any of this”
You didn’t kiss him, not yet, first wanting that he understood the weight and meaning behind your words. Wanting him to get that nothing of today's night would change anything. Not your feelings for him, not your relationship, not how you view him.
“I love you so much” he whispered, eyes so big your heart fluttered
“I love you more” was your response, lowering your lip once more to meet his.
The kiss was ever so intense, lips searching, tongue pushing softly into his mouth, exploring it. He let you, letting out a sigh at it, his hands roaming up your lower back, hands eager to hold on to something soft and warm. Something you.
As you eventually broke away because of the bodily need for air, one of your hands caught his, squeezing it.
“What I’m trying to say is that, if you…don’t want that, like any of it and whenever, because let’s be real, having thighs in your ass is not the most comfortable thing, then…we don’t need to-”
“I had things inside me before, and it was all pretty pleasant” he cut you off, cheeks burning at it.
You couldn’t stop but huff, smirk already tracing over your lips.
“I know, Spence, I was the one putting them there”
Just to underline it, your lips captured his again.
“I remember, it’s just…it somehow feels different now?”
You knew exactly what he meant. This felt like something more. More intimate, more vulnerable, more personal somehow. Like it was your first time all over again. The same giddy feeling in your chest, the same tension between both of you.
The only thing that was different was probably the unconditional love shared in each look, each kiss, each touch. Like little magical sparks flowing all around you.
After another beat you opened your usual tube of lube, spreading some over your fingers and the toy, yet holding out for a moment to spread it over his entrance, eyes catching back to him.
“I promise to be careful and to make you feel good, and if it doesn’t, welp I know other ways to get you off or we can just cuddle, you know?” you smiled cheeky, suddenly a little more confident at the mention of your capability to make him squirm and moan.
Spencer only nods, legs parting a little wider, a silent invitation. The cold gel made him inhale sharply, before letting out the first whimper as your index finger massaged over the tight muscle ring.
You huffed, slowly getting the muscles, and substantially Spencer himself, to relax into your touch. His cock twitching forgotten on his abdomen. Finally, what felt like half an eternity, but were just mere minutes, you pushed one finger inside, making him yelp out.
The hand that was still intertwined with your fingers, tightening around those as another whimper came through.
You partly took your time, mainly to get him to relax better and because whimpers from Dr. Spencer Reid might be the most hot thing you knew.
You weren’t a particularly dominant person, but somehow seeing Spencer like this, the guy that interrogated serial killers for leaving with little issues, all breathy moans and whining, it gave you a boost.
As the second finger joint in his warm entrance, your lips were busy kissing over his chest all the way up to his neck, sucking lightly over a particularly sensitive spot. Spencer mewled at that, pressing into your touch.
You quickly decided that you shouldn’t leave him waiting for much longer, the anticipation somehow still leaving him nervous. This was supposed to give him a good time after all.
You smeared more lube over him and the toy, making extra sure for it to be enough so you wouldn’t even risk into getting it to hurt.
“Ready?” you asked softly, lips back on his as he nodded slowly.
“Can you…I mean…can we kiss?” he asked so scared you almost hesitated with it all, but you simply smiled as you lined up the tip at his hole. The sight was somewhat funny, yet oddly turning on. It really did look like it was your dick nuzzled just a moment ago from entering him.
“Of course”
Your lips met just the same moment the tip slipped in, slowly, both of you shuddering. You perhaps couldn’t feel feel anything, but the power of imagination sure made your core pulsing at that, much like Spencer that moaned sharply into the kiss.
His eyes closed, only for a second, his hand tightened almost painfully around your hand. You simply squeezed back, giving him the reassurance he searched for unknowingly.
When his eyes do open, they immediately looked down where the two of you were now joined, making his breath hitch.
“It’s…you’re inside me”
Your lips were fast to find his again, your hips already slowly pushing deeper. To which Spencer's eyes rolled back, his moan higher than you ever heard him before.
“I guess I really am” you laughed at that, a weird sense of pride washing over you “does it feel good?”
Yet again, Spencer was fast to nod.
“Yes, yes so…almost too good”
Your lips trailed down to his neck again, sucking on just the right spot to make a desperate sound come out of his mouth.
You stayed like this for a moment, both catching a breath, before agonizingly slow pulling back again, only to buckle back up. Spencer’s cock twitched, already leaking precum onto his stomach.
Yet his eyes were glued on you in an almost dreamy expression.
“You looked so, so pretty” he suddenly muttered “the prettiest I’ve ever seen”
“Funny you say that” you smiled, thrusting upwards, making your hips almost touch “because you just so happen to be the prettiest guy out there”
“And you really look good on my cock” your voice suddenly dropped deeper just right at his ear.
For a second you thought your comment was inappropriate, before hearing a louder more intense needy moan leave his lips. Hips buckling to meet your too slow thrusts.
Spencer looked like he wanted to say something, opening his mouth multiple times, only for ending up just producing more sweet tunes, making you a little bold to fasten the pace.
But he didn’t need to say anything, his hand held you thigh enough to bring his point across, how much he wanted, no need, you there. And you returned the favour, both in buckling hips and tightening your fingers back.
You let your free hand splayed over his bare chest, setting up a pretty decent pace that felt right enough judging from all of Spencer's moans. As you looked down at you both, silicone sliding in and out, leaving behind filthy sounds, you not only smiled but laughed out.
Suddenly you weren’t only riding Spencer into a high, trying to hit his special spot as often you could, you also fucked yourself into rightness alongside it. You threw back your head, moaning yourself.
“Yes…please…I…”
Spencer wasn’t as coherent anymore as he usually was, head leaning back only to snap back, too determined to take his eyes off of you. As if when he closes them for too long, he might wake up and realise it was a dream again.
“Feels good to be fucked by my cock, doesn’t it? Makes you all mine, pretty boy”
Your lips crashed back down, hungrier this time. You didn’t even have to ask, his mouth already open for you and take the lead. Too busy with feeling good, too busy with not believing his mind, just good something could feel.
As you leaned down like this, you felt just how deeper you could get with the right movement, making him yelp into your mouth. The other thing which made you stay in that position was how if you leaned just a little bit down, his cock was gliding between your bodys. Resulting in only more helpless attempts to move with you, but failing, too busy to feel.
And suddenly, something shifted in your brain. A very random thought shooting through your brain, and without further overthinking, you sheer weren’t able to, your words were already filling up this sacred bubble in which only you two existed.
“Spence? Can you…help me for a moment, I need to get it off”
His eyes snapped into brighter focus in an instance, looking at you in slight confusion till you nudged him to your binder, slowing a little in your movements to not overwhelm him.
“Are you…?” his voice was hoarse as he tried his best to focus more on you, eyes huge.
“Spence, I never felt more like a guy or myself then right now, yeah I’m sure”
With combined half working brains, you managed to get the black well loved binder to fall somewhere on the bed. You chuckled at Spencer's face, he looked like you just granted him privileges to read a secret unpublished Thomas Merton book or something the like.
What you didn’t notice in full was that Spencer's eyes didn’t linger long, rather focus on your face again, like he’s been bewitched by a god himself.
“You’re so…beautifully perfect”
You giggled again, connecting your lips once more, hips pushing in more rapidly again.
“You make me beautiful”
The hand that was not deeply entwined with his long fingers, found its way up to threat into his soft curls, tugging some strands out of his sweaty forehead.
“You make me see magic”
Now it was your turn to blush as you pressed into him, lower stomach creating enough friction with his pulsating cock, to make Spencer's head buzz. He was close, so much was clear, and you were determined to bring him to the greatest orgasm you could possibly create.
“Like, everywhere. Everything you touch, everything you read, everything you say. It’s like everything you do, is just brightening the world, my world”
He was rambling semi coherent, you weren’t even sure he himself knew what he was saying, but it sure made your heart flutter.
“You’re my world too, Spence” you mumble before losing yourself in his lips. His free hand raised upward, holding you around your ribcage now, pushing towards you.
In that moment, it really was just you two in the entire world, no one else. Even time seemed to stop, creating that holy space where it was really just two boys so much in love the universe might collapse from its sheer intensity.
It didn’t surprise you that Spencer came like that, kiss filled with all his love for you while you fucked the words out of his mind, but even then he couldn’t stop talking or thinking about you, bare skin pressed together.
You were certain you came with him, if it was possible to cum in a psychologically emotionally way. It didn’t matter, your chest was heaving just as much as his, your movements slower, only gently rocking now.
It took a while for him to come back down, to be able to hear or see anything behind the cotton that filled his head. Just like it took his cock a moment to stop shooting milky white strings between your skin, making both of you equally sticky.
You didn’t mind, watching Spencer undone was much more to your liking, threatening fingers through his hair and kissing his face.
The first thing he did, eyes still blurry, heart racing and body feeling was trailing his free hand up your side, brushing over your chest but first stilling at your face. Fingers moving around, like he wasn’t trusting himself you’re quite real.
“Hello, World, I’m your boyfriend” you couldn’t help but tease, dad jokes somehow always found their way back into the conversation.
“Hi Boyfriend, I’m your-” he cut himself off, seemingly now just remembering that you tricked him of sorts in a moment of malfunctioning brain.
“C’mon, say it. Pleaseeee”
“I’m your world?” he said hesitantly, cheeks back to burning as you giggled.
“Yes, the whole wide world. And I’m looking at it, laying on it, kissing it” your lips connected at that “I can even fit my whole world in my hands”
Your hand tangled itself out of his soft curls back onto his cheek, drawing circles with your thumb over it.
“That’s…scieantifically not possible”
“Watch me” you giggled out, his lips in the most beautiful smile you could imagine.
“I am”
His words were simple, but said with such sincerity , it hits you like a truck. One full of love and hazel eyes that would follow you to the moon if it meant he got to see you.
“I should…probably move” you mumbled, suddenly remembering you were still inside him, already sitting up and slowly pulling out, only earning an “Oh” from Spencer.
When out, you started to unbuckle the straps, leaving it to lay on the bed before hopping from the bed to grab baby wipes you always kept in the bedsite drawer. In the same where the lube was stored, which you plopped back into place.
Spencer was already on his elbows, almost standing up himself.
“Wait, I can…you aren’t suppose to have too-”
“Says who?”
“Me, because you did all the work already and you’re probably tired and I want…”
“Maybe I want to treat you a little?” you giggled, sitting back down, which made him only more blushed, making you press another kiss onto his lips.
He didn’t complain as you wiped him down, carefully around the sensitive areas so he was clean again. Some wipes also simply used for wiping away sweat. Which is where you let him wipe you down ever so carefully. Only for you to pull him in for a kiss again.
“Okay, but now I’m getting our clothes” he smiled, taking all the used wipes to discard them in the bathroom alongside.
As he was pulling out matching PJ’s for you two, you simply enjoyed the view of his ass, boys hugging it unfairly too well. You had the best spot to look honestly, as the dresser was just on the opposite side than the bed.
“Would it be obscene if I compared you to those marble statues from the renaissance?”
“Most definitively, because I don’t particularly look like their desired beauty type and because I’m moving and out of flesh” he said in such a flat yet fast tone, you had to giggle as you threw on the PJ’s. It was a set full of blue flowers and bears.
“Well, you’re my beauty type”
Spencer's brain perhaps shortcircuits at that a little. But only a little as he crawled in bed beside you.
“As you are not above the renaissance beauty standard to influence and tell them what they can or cannot sculpt and what is considered beautiful…I worry it still wouldn’t affect the outcome”
“The outcome I want is for you to smile…and a kiss”
You smiled mischievous, leaning up as we cuddled under the covers.
“I don’t think you need to anger any gods of renaissance beauty standards, to get that”
“I suppose it’s magic, truly”
You smiled again, letting him kiss your lips as arms were wrapped around each other.
The bubble in which you two existed right now, could stay like this forever, because that's how long you want to stay pressed to his chest.
Warnings/tags: fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!Elle, established relationship, praise, use of petnames, lingerie, lips (like the reader has a huge thing for Elle's lips), worsphip (like all together in all senses), handjob (fem/Elle recieving), oral (fem/Elle recieving), crystal dildo, slight nipple play, slighthly messy, making out, their dynamic is rather easy going, lesbianism, aftercare, fools in love, no use of y/n!
Word count: 3.5k
A/N: I can't say why but I'm just digging the dynamic in this one, because same reader, I would worship the ground this woman walks on too <3 (also there is a song this is based on that was relentlessly abused while writing)
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Saturday.
Saturdays were reserved.
While other people sat at their tables, having a lazy day off, perhaps relaxing by a steaming cup of tea. Normal ordain things people fortunate enough to have the day off, did.
Not you, Saturdays were special.
You knelt on a small pillow reserved for only that privilege. Your eyes focused on the door ahead of you. Dressed in only a sheer lingerie set in a deep purple because that was her favourite colour.
The apartment wasn’t too chilly, in fact it was even preheated a little. Elle liked those details, because it was more show and to set the scene than to actually make you suffer.
It was routine by now, you swinging by each saturday with excited steps and some self baked good for you two for afterwards. You texted her when you set foot in the apartment, before quickly changing into whatever she laid out for you. She was never home, always "conveniently" away so you could pretend you waited like that for the whole day.
It was a little silly, you thought, but it set the scene. And it always worked astronomishingly well for you.
Because the moment she stepped into the foyer, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors, her perfect lips stretching in a satisfied smile, her hand already petting your head, your stomach dropped into the blooming warmth inside of you.
“My good girl, as pretty as ever”
Your cheeks turned warm too, blood rushing to them at her words, making you smile greatly.
“You look very beautiful ma’am” you were quick to mumble. Always on her.
She wore a simple pair of jeans, her boots already being put away, underneath her leather jacket there was it, her dark brown top with an almost scandalously deep neckline which made your mouth water.
Your favourite, for sure. It made her skin pop at the contrast, her collarbone sticking out like tempting you to lick over it. It fit just right over her chest, hugging it so perfectly it left little to the imagination. Not that you needed it, her naked body was forever burned into your fondest memory. You were pretty sure she was right beside the need to breathe in your brain, if not above it.
“Will you be a dear and help me out of it?” she encouraged slowly, making you practically jump as you snapped out of your suggestive thoughts.
Stumbling onto your feet most likely didn’t look elegant but it made the job done, made it faster to help her out of her jacket and hang it to the hanger.
Which made the perfect opportunity for Elle to run her hand along your bare back, all the way down to the curve of your ass, brushing over the lace and following the strap to your gather belt around your mid thigh.
You stood still, not wanting to interrupt her with your movement. Her manicured nails hooking under the elastic, only to let it snap back into your plump flesh, making you hitch a little with a smile.
“Seems like you really like your gift” her voice was velvety soft as she looked you over again.
“Yes ma’am”
You turned again, cheeks still blushed, lips parted the perfect amount. So perfect it would be impossible for Elle not to lean down and press a sole kiss on them, leaving your mind swirling.
As she backend again, her lips stretched in a beautiful smile. Oh how much you love them. The earthy red lipstick making them just more irresistible. Sometimes you wonder how people don’t just come up to her and kiss her. Or how there are people not hypnotized by them.
Your own lips were bare of any product, perhaps maybe your hot loved lip balm, but that didn’t count since it was sheer when put on. It was just one of those things in your routine that made sense.
Simply a Saturday thing.
For what you were about to do, you couldn’t wear your usual lip glosses, they would make too much of a mess and neither of you were fond of that. Besides, Elle's heart fluttered every time your lips turned puffy and extra red by all the activity.
In the end no lip gloss could glisten as pretty as her juices covering your lips.
You blinked away, teeth grazing your lips. Those images didn’t entirely help to keep you present and composed.
“What made your head squirm so much, pretty girl?” her voice was velvety smooth as she reached for your chin and held it up, forcing your blushed expression to face her.
“Just…” you swallowed, suddenly forming words was embarrassingly hard “you look so wonderful, ma’am”
“If that’s so, I should make some use of those fantasies of yours”
Your head nodded like you were a bobblehead figurine, already ready to follow her, just for her finger to loop through some of the front elastics that were crossing over your chest, pulling you with her.
You stumbled over your feet at the first step before falling in rhythm with her. It was so natural, so right, so lovely. So meaningful.
You would follow her anywhere anyway, I mean, you kinda did, you moved states just for her. And her lips. Those were a significant part of what sealed your deal.
With a simple push into your soft skin, she sends you back to your knees, hitting the fluffy carpet on her bedroom floor that sees more of your skin than any of your previous relationships. Eyes still transfixed on the brunette.
“I didn’t think you would be so deep, so soon honestly”
She huffed out a smile, already turning to pull out a couple of objects from her bedside drawer. You bit your lip again, blood shooting up into your face yet again, leaving uneven splotches over your neck.
“Don’t worry, you’re the cutest”
If you weren't already hopelessly in love with her, you would think you just fell for her. The way your chest bloomed, your heart fluttering, your stomach pulling. It was like a cheesy rom-com movie to be honest. Just better, because it was real.
And because her perfect lips were spread into the most perfect affectionate smile.
Yes…you were sure, those lips were magical.
“You still there?” he laughed, a soft sound that made you blink, her hand softly cupping your face. “I know, this is a bit stepping out, but it’s important that you listen just for a moment, okay?”
“Yes ma’am”
“I mean Elle” you were fast to correct yourself, trying to get at least a little more sense into your brain and words. It was almost silly how simple you became once it was Saturday.
“Good girl” she smirked, dangling the ball gag in front of you “So, remember, you can’t talk when it’s in, so if anything starts feeling bad, or overwhelming, or your mind becomes too much-”
“I tell you” you cut her of, nodding as this wasn’t your first safety discussion “2 taps for yellow and anything above it hard stop, yes mommy”
For a moment she lost her composure, face cringing together in confused matter, before blinking at you, like she was seconds away from bursting into laughter.
“I didn’t plan for this to turn into a punishment…” she dragged out, one eyebrow croaked up.
“Sorry, ma’am” you giggled fast, correcting your title. That one just rolled off the tongue much better, not to mention it was the one nestled into your brain when falling apart.
“Better”
Smiling herself, she pressed her lips on top of yours one last time, not being able to resist. Her hand hesitated before starting to fasten the straps around your head, plastic entered your mouth, stretching your lips around it as everything clicked into place.
It was the first time you used it in a scene like this, you already got acquainted with the toy before, of course, but it felt different now. Better somehow.
Elle’s previous words dusting in your memory as she teased to put something like that in your mouth just to keep you from rambling on and on, even on Saturdays. While she loved your voice, there was a certain charm about seeing you like this.
“Such a pretty girl” she murmured, for a moment awestruck at your sight.
“Come, get into position so we can start”
She patted the bed to underline her words. You hopped onto it, you would even giggle a little at it, wouldn’t the gag swallow the sound. The “position” was essentially just a fancy word Elle really likes to use, for head down ass up.
Something you gladly do, legs already parting for both stability and easier excess, waiting for any movement of hers.
You didn’t have to wait long, you never had to. Her hand caressing over the back of your thigh, all the way back to your present behind, the lace parting just enough to bring out the curve beautifully. As she moved, she left a trail of goosebumps behind.
“You’ll be good for me today, won’t you?” she asked so parenthetically it made your skin crawl. For a moment you forgot about the ball blocking any sound, eager to answer the question, but only a strangled whine was the result. And a bobbing head.
She huffed, you could practically feel her smile, despite your face being swallowed by the mattress and sheets. Sounds that made you open up a little wider by principle.
Her fingers trailed further, till they finally reached the ridiculous excuse of a slip your lingerie offered. It wasn’t hard to push the string away and nudge your entrance that glistened with your need.
A significantly muffled whine was heard from your side due to the gag, your hands fisting sheets already. She pushed the finger in slowly, allowing you only a little of friction, before adding another. With slow skillful motions she pushed deeper while scissoring you open.
You whimpered helplessly, plastic muffling your tones as you tried to stay somewhat still. Yet her fingers still left you after another moment, leaving you terribly empty.
She didn’t let you wait for long though, already smearing cold liquid over your hole as well as the dildo that was already pressed at it again. Your pussy obliged happily, stretching over the heavy cold weight of slippery crystal.
Long before you and Elle even knew each other, you have discovered that silicon didn’t truly meet your needs or requirements. You tried all possibilities you could think of but nothing felt right.
Silicon was too soft and lifeless, steel was weirdly having a medical touch, hard plastic wasn’t much better, always somehow hurting and glass was way too risky in your eyes. After a frustrating night you somehow ended on a site offering dildos made out of pure crystal. And since it was late, and you desperate enough, you ordered one.
And now, years down the line you were here, letting a beautiful woman fuck you open with one of them. Pushing pink crystal in your equally puffy pink lips. Your teeth clenched around the black plastic nestled in your mouth as broken whine after whine escaped from it, till she buried it in your insides and pushed the strap in place again.
“You’re so silent, it almost seem like you don’t like it”
She teased, her fingers traveling south, spreading wetness along the way. For a moment she stilled as shook your head, like you forgot yourself she wasn’t serious about it. But they were brushing over soft tissue in no time, finding your sensitive bundle of nerves and circling around it before lazily dragging over it.
The movement was way too slow to get any satisfaction out of it, yet it made you shudder. Her fingers moving ever so slowly, was sweet torture that made your head pleasantly spin.
And just like it began, it stopped again, fingers retrieving and you dropping back down to sit uptight, making the stone push even deeper. You just so caught her as she licked over her slender fingers that were coated with you.
You threw your head back, frustrated over the sheer fact to not be able to either lick them up yourself or kiss her lips till you fall unconscious. You let out a broken whine, already crawling closer and tugging on her clothes, suddenly very bothered she was still dressed this much.
“You truly can’t wait to make me feel good again, can you?”
You shook your head as you fumbled a little at his pants as she threw off that perfect shirt of hers. Despite it being one of your personal favourites out of her wardrobe, it couldn’t be discarded fast enough right now. Your hands already pulling down her pants as she made her bra disappear somewhere on the floor.
You practically yanked her back into bed, making her chuckle and grabbing your chin.
“Slow, slow, you need to breathe, I’m not going to disappear” she chuckled again, leaning forth to press featherlight kisses over your face, making you melt right into it.
So much in fact, that you needed a moment to blink yourself back to your senses to realise, Elle hat already lowered herself into bed beside you. Her head rested comfortably on the headboard with those loving brown eyes of hers.
“Got yourself back?”
You nodded quickly, making the metal from the straps rustle quietly, already crawling closer.
“You will make me feel really good today, right sweetie?”
Your cheeks darkened once more, regardless you nodded. Of course you would, making her feel good was practically your life motto.
So you started, hands moving faster than mind as you massaged through her muscles, nothing fancy just to make her relax. First over her legs, hips, up to her torso and arms, before returning to her neck.
A comfortable silence laid over the room as you worked your way around her body, drawing out sighs out of her mouth. You didn’t dare to look up, you would only get lost at the sight of her lips, anyways.
You were long from done, now began the more important part. Your fingers brushed over her nipples, dragging them between your fingers till they were standing out. Your hands cupped over his breast, massaging through that tissue as well, though the intention was one completely different. They were just a little bigger than your hands, making them the ideal size to play with.
Play and adore, oh what you would give to lick around them, dragging your teeth along the areola to make Elle moan under the ministration. To kiss your way from one to the other and back to her lips and back down again.
You softly shook your head, trying to not let your thoughts bother you too much, focusing on the task at hand. Literally.
“You can…” her voice hitched as you tugged one sensitive bud between your fingers, before letting it free again. Head already pressed back and eyes halflidded.
Understanding her words regardless, you gave her boobs one more squeeze before wandering further down, sitting between her legs which she was already parting.
The sight between them made your mouth water. That and letting a desperate whine escape as you remembered you couldn’t taste or kiss anything at the moment.
But this wasn’t about you, it was about making Elle feel all good, making all the stress that builds up over the week melt away by your help. And so you got to work.
Of course your mouth was your favourite way to bring her pleasure, but weren’t that bad with your fingers either. Your middle finger was already collecting some of her wetness at her entrance before bringing it up, higher, to distribute it more equally at the parts that needed it most.
Her satisfied moan as you drew circles over her clit, told you enough to know this was the right path. As your fingers grew a little fast, you took the opportunity and started pumping into her with my other hand.
Not able to stop you, your hips buckled at the rhythm you settled on for her. It was fast and sturdy and judging from her louder becoming moans, her arching upwards and towards you, you were sure she liked it as well.
Too observed into bringing pleasure, you didn’t even realize how the saliva that accumulated around the edges of your own lips, started to slowly drip downwards, making somewhat of a mess.
Not that you cared much. Not when Elle started meeting your thrust and opening up more. Not when the sounds grew heavier just like her eyes. She was coming close and you were determined to make it really good.
The best.
She didn’t deserve less.
“Second, baby…” she breathed out, hand holding over your forearm, slowing you down as you blinked confused.
“I’m sure we will have much fun with that once, but right now I just…need your pretty mouth” her voice almost stuttered over her own need clouding her mind as she tugged open the straps holding your gag in place. She pulled it off, let it fall onto the mattress beside you as you flexed your jaw.
“Yes ma’am, pleasure is all mine” you mumbled, already bent over to lick at her core. And there it was, the most wonderful sound of all, her louder moan paired with her hand already finding a place on the back of your head. Her hand already pushing you closer.
You smiled greedy, licking over all again, tongue pressing ever so slightly inside of her. Something that made her trash, thighs ever so softly clenching around me before falling back open again.
“Like that, baby, like…that’s good” she arched her body higher, her eyes rolling back.
It all made you giddy, drunk on her pleasure.
Your tongue didn’t stay there however, wandering back up only to tease the sensitive flesh with both teeth and tongue, while your other hand returned to finger her. Trying to meet all of her thrust, oblige with each time she pressed your face flush into herself.
“Keep going, baby, that’s really good…” she darted out, only a couple of moments away from breaking and finally allowing blazing white to consume her.
You pressed your lips even tighter around her clit, sucking now while teasing it with my teeth. And after a particularly hard suck, she was coming undone. Rubbing her middle over your face as her body filled with pleasant buzz.
You didn’t complain, in fact you helped with riding her out her high like a personal toy. It made you smile as you pressed a kiss over her labia and extended it outwards as she slowly came back.
Couldn’t stop yourself, you inched closer to her head, crashing your lips on hers that immediately responded. Kissing you was programmed into her brain just like it was to you. You were sure you were able to pull this off even when sleeping.
Her hands wrapped around you, tugging you closer. You ended up tasting a combination of your spit and her juice over her lips. And if someone could come from simply a thing like that, you would have done it. Now your head was spinning as you couldn’t stop to kiss her.
Elle had to physically pull away a bit, to catch air, so you would nestle between her arms, watching her face.
Her beautiful, perfect, relaxed, glowing goddess of a face.
And you were allowed to kiss it.
If it would be possible to get a heart attack from something like that, you probably would have gotten one now that he smiled at you.
“That was…something” she whispered, voice still hoarse from screaming your name moments earlier.
“Something good?”
“Yeah, good” her voice found its way back to sarcasm, making you giggle. “You simply want me to say that you’re a good girl”
“Well…yeah? Am I?” your teeth found your lip again, only for her lips to be pressed against them, tugging them free.
“Of course you’re! My best good girl there is”
You squeaked, cheeks dusted in pretty pink once more, before kissing her yet again, simply not able to let go of her just yet. But then again, when were you ever wanting to let go of that incredible woman in your arms. The woman you’re determined to give the world simply to show her how much she’s worth and important to you.
“You know…” you started after awhile of simply cuddling, limbs all intertwined like each body part needed contact with the other “I could…massage you over properly and get those knots out again”
You betted your dreamy eyes at her, your tone something between teasing and genuine offer, of course it was.
“That…honestly sounds awesome” she chuckled, bringing you closer to press another deep kiss onto your puffy lips.
“And after that I can make you silent again and cum really good”
Your giggled, despite your reddening cheeks, face already nuzzling to hers. The world seems perfect like this.
Sex toys -> Simon "Ghost" Riley (&Gaz+Soap) X Sunshine (fem!reader)
Warnings/tags: omegaverse, fem!reader, sub!reader, omega!reader, dom!Simon, alpha!Simon, switch!Johnny, beta!Johnny, switch!Kyle, beta!Kyle, established relationship, underlying free use ish, implied age gap, sport (as a form of punishment), sex toys, remote vibrator, power play, orgasm control, oral (male/Simon recieving), dacryphillia, boob guy Gaz, slight nipple play, dry humping, degradation, use of degrading petname & normal ones, praise, begging, size difference, slight spiraling (at the end), implied childhood abuse (both), two broken make one whole, Soap is massivley fed up with Ghost, aftercare, fools in love, (sunshine is the callsign of reader), no use of y/n!
Word count: 3.6k
A/N: This part is connected to the Day1 fic ^^
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“Remind me, why am I doing this again?”
You were heaving, bend forward to catch any breath while watching the boys. Though this didn’t stop you from pouting like crazy.
“Because it’s really important you know how to protect yourself and it’s really useful to be bodily fit and it’s better safe than sorry, though in a normal situation we would obviously protect you so you wouldn’t have the need to use any of those skills”
Gaz smiled at you, holding out a water bottle you eagerly accepted. Ever the thoughtful gentleman he was. You smiled back, he made this “training” at least a little bearable.
“Cause Ghost really likes to torture us as a form of punishment” Soap cutted in, smilling mischievous, earning himself a scowl from your side. “Aaaand cause ya look real hot doing all that”
That was it, you threw the nearest object you could grab, a towel, into Soap's face. He caught it with zero issues, making you only angrier.
“It’s not even my fault! Johnny…seduced me into it” you stumble over your words, complaining, earring only a huff from Gaz and a full on laughter from Soap.
Just as you were about to throw yet another object, Ghost's voice cut through the discussion.
“Enough chit chat, more running”
And with his words, came the buzz from deep inside you, making you buckle. You bit back the moan that made you want to drop dead on the floor only more. But you didn’t, you rather composed yourself, or tried to, and continued the run.
Today was training day, one of those rare days in a week where all the boys, or most, Price was busy dealing with paperwork yet again, trained together. This mostly meant you could observe them as they worked out and tackled each other in close combat, maybe even daydream a little or read a book.
On very rare occasions, you trained with them. It was useful to know the grounds of self defense. It wasn’t like anyone planned that something bad might happen to you, but you felt safer that way in times they were away. Especially Ghost was fond of the idea that you know at least the basics, so he trained you one on one for most of it.
Today, however, was no such day. It was simply a punishment for Soap and a sort of punishment for yourself. Nothing impossible, just…hard to follow on. You weren’t the most sport loving person and after Ghost made you run in circles of the training area, you simply wanted to drop dead.
The vibrator inside you was the true deal breaker. Simon made fun of it to play around with the remote controller, randomly turning it on and off during the training session. It wasn’t very intense, always on the lower side, but it was enough to distract and annoy you. And make you already drip out of your panties, leaving a wet splotch on your leggings.
You didn’t wear your collar, why would you, it was a closed off space in which only your pack had access too, with the only one present being said boys. But this part of the ordeal was Soaps punishment. He wasn’t allowed to touch you. Not even for a moment, he had to keep his fingers away from you.
And this part made him groan like a toddler. Which was why he kept himself relatively out of reach from you. Not that it hindered him from teasing his way right back to you.
Your pheromones were of course stifling the whole room. Every inch of it was packed with needy horny Omega pheromones. Which would be hard to resist on each own, but it were also your pheromones. A fact that none of the guys could deny the effect off.
Let’s face it, you were not only extremely attractive, to them you, and specifically those kinds of pheromones, were just like purified ecstasy. Not even Ghost, who stood to the side in his own training clothes and oversaw the training, could deny the clear effect you paired with your pheromones had.
Another 15 minutes later you really collapsed on the floor, mainly because of protest rather than being on your total limit, out of breath and your head spinning.
“I can’t…I’m done, too much running”
“You can, and you will”
Just as you wanted to accuse Ghost of an intrigue, your moan cut you off, hips buckling uselessly at air.
“Can’t someone just fuck me?” you whined, head turning to Ghost as you realised not even you knew which one of them you meant.
“I can fuck her” Soap said in an instance, slightly catching his breath himself in the other corner of the room, eyes glistening at the idea of it.
“I could too…” Gaz mumbled quieter, his cheeks darkening not only from exercise. He wasn’t loud, or knew how to oppose Ghost like Soap did on the daily. Not that that stopped him from ultimately taking what he wanted, just not like this.
“No ones fucking anyone in here” Ghosts voice rumbled through the room in finality.
You groaned again, scrambling to your feet as a wave of harder vibrations shot through you, making you choke on the moan. It made you lose balance just enough to fall over on your face, wouldn’t your hands catch you before your head could hit the floor. Your ass was still in the air however.
You stayed like this for a moment, catching your breath and thoughts. Somewhere in the background you hear Soap groaning deeply. And just like that, everything stopped again, making you drop flat on the floor again, softly whining.
“Everything okay?”
Gaz was quick to be beside you to offer you a hand, you didn’t notice his glance at Ghost to check if he’s allowed to. In the end he was not really part of any of the punishments, at least not that he knew of it.
You simply nod, taking his hand and standing up, sending Ghost the best pouty look you could muster. It really wasn’t fair.
“Don’t look at me like this, I haven’t done anything” he shot back, fainting innocence, and you were certain he was smirking under his balaclava.
The next hour continued like this, only that running was replaced by a little bit of cardio and various tricks of self defence. It was all just an excuse to get you moving with your lower half as Ghost toyed with the vibrator that was nestled just right at your G-spot.
It didn’t help that it was very obvious, by both the behaviour and smell of pheromones, that you were by far not the only horny person in the room. Soap was unfocused, a kind of way he only gets when with you but unable to touch. And even Gaz was slipping at his presentations.
You were just about to tackle Kyle when the vibration turned on again, hard. And you failed your kick, instead falling full force onto him, making you both land on the thick cushion of the box ring where you trained those stunts.
“Please” you whined , eyes already glassy. It didn’t help that you sat on top of Gaz’s thigh, the soft rocking giving you too little friction to be satisfied, but it was enough to make both of you moan.
“Why?”
“It’s too much, I need too…I need to have someone real inside me…please I…I need to cum” you choked out, looking over your shoulder to stare into Simon's cold eyes.
“I swear if ya don’t just, fuck her I’ll do it myself” Soap was quick to cut in. It was strange, it wasn’t a plea nor was it a bratty response. It was like he was more fed up seeing you fall apart then the fact he couldn’t touch neither you nor himself. Like it bothered him more that he didn’t grant you the pleasure he thinks you deserve. Which was strange, since he was mostly playing along with it, contributing the chaos himself.
“No!”
The word was so final, you stilled completely, heart catching in your throat, eyes widening as he stepped closer to the ring.
“I don’t see any Omega worthy of my dick around here, any of our dicks in fact” he grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks and turning it upwards, making your eyes meet
“I simply see a cumdump slut here” he huffed darkly. You haven’t even noticed how Kyle's hands softly held you by the hips so you wouldn’t lose balance.
“Maybe I should just make you ride a silicon dick, but it wouldn’t help would it” you didn’t have any control over the movement of your head nor could you speak like this, not that it mattered since he himself was moving your head so it shook into a no. “Cause you’re too ruined for that silicon crap or normal dicks”
Your tears finally spilled over, silently beaming their way down your face, pulling at his hand. Somehow you broke equal parts as much as you melted at it. Perhaps it was fucked up, perhaps it was all wrong, not just that but all you did with Ghost, but it felt right. Because for each time he broke you, he glued you back together, kicking out the foul pieces that shouldn’t be there in the first place.
“At least you’re real cute” he murmured right beside your face, hard eyes searching for your impossibly big ones. He let go of you, knowing that he would lose himself too much in those pools of pure trust and love he saw in them. Especially now that even more pink joined your cheeks. He really tried to stifle the chuckle he almost let out.
“I’m asking myself…” he darted out, hand gripping your hair “if you’re enough of a needy slut to to hump on his leg”
You were nodding before he could even finish his sentence, already moving your hips, just in time to catch Kyle’s surprised yet happy eyes. His eyes were checking up on Ghost multiple times, even his endless patience was running slow now that the warmth of your body was so close in reach, stronger pheromones floating straight to his cock.
“Go on, touch a little, she looks like she needs it” now he was chuckling, the sound making you moan brokenly in return.
Gaz didn’t wait long, hands snapping to your boobs in a second. You didn’t wear a bra, another part of the punishment. For which one, you didn’t follow anymore. Not that you were thinking about that in the slightest, Gaz fondling of your breast made your head spin. This was one of his specialties. And though your shirt was still in between him and your soft tissue, the effect was the same.
He didn’t wait long to find your nipples, teasing and pulling them just right. Just to make a wrecked sob fall out of your mouth, because the friction you were getting wasn’t enough. The buzzing inside long stopped.
“Just like that, that’s how you’re supposed to look like, all wrecked” Ghost hummed, satisfied with his work, his hand still on the back of your head, fisting hair, but not yet pulling on it.
“...and beautiful” Kyle mumbled, too gone himself to care if he interfered with Ghost's words. He was too busy staring at you, feeling the heavy flesh of you in his hands and watching your face as he twisted the sensitive nubs yet another time.
“Oh she does” Simon let out a whole dry chuckle, turning to Soap that was still stubbornly at the far end of the room as he crept closer and closer through the time being. He was breathing heavily, even you could register that.
“Don’t you agree Johnny?”
“Fuck you Littuenand” Soap groaned annoyed, earning himself a dark chuckle.
Your mind was almost buzzing with the same intensity as the vibrator prior as you slowly built your release, one that has been building over the previous hours. You just needed to be precise enough Just couple of right thrust and-
And then Simon tucked on your hair slightly upwards. Not enough to even properly hurt, just enough to deny you more friction, making you only moan at the loss.
“I never said you’re allowed to cum” you shuddered, of course how could you forget that “The only way a slut like you can cum is around my dick”
You were quick to nod, eyes battered at him with so much trust it almost broke him out of everything. He pushed that feeling away, he could deal with it later.
“Yes, Sir”
“At least you have manners”
He let go of you, making you drop back, knees suddenly soft like jelly as you caught your breath, but already turning to Ghost.
“Do you think you’re worthy enough for my dick, hu? Worthy that I fuck that pretty mouth of yours like it should be fucked, like a toy?” Ghosts hand was again wrapped against your face. “How’s that like huh? My personal cumdump doll”
If possible your cheeks darkened even more as you nodded on instinct. You didn’t trust your legs and as it was just a couple of steps away to get to him, you simply crawled. Yet you missed how four pairs of hands flew in to catch you as you almost stumbled on your face as you were getting out of the ring. Or how Soaps fingers had to flex themselves into fists to not come running.
Eventually you positioned yourself at his feet, kneeling on the mat that laid around it, staring upwards as the buzzing inside of you started again. It was just enough time in between of the action to keep you longer running. You whimpered again, it felt good, just not enough.
“All pathetic again, you really are a slut, aren’t you?”
You slowly nod your head, yet not fast enough for Ghost as he unbuckled his pants, already taking out his dick and grabbing your hair.
“Y-yes, Sir”
“Yes, Sir, what?”
“Yes…yes Sir…I-I am…a slut” you finally splutter out. You were convinced you were burning up with redness already, looking like a tomato. It only earned you a dark chuckle before he repositioned his hand.
Now it was much more securely wrapped at the back of your hair, ready to pull on your hair if necessary without causing actual damage. The other pumped his shaft with shallow thrust.
You didn’t need to be told to open up your mouth, you simply let your jaw relax, lolling out your tongue.
“Look at that, perfect fuck toy” he muttered as he pushed inside, forcing your mouth to open even wider to accommodate his size.
He only gave you a couple of smaller thrust, before pulling you in one swift motion all the way to the end, pressing your nose to his naval. Your eyes watered even harder at that, now crying nonstop while trying to think of breathing through your nose and not how everything made the need inside of you worse.
You swallowed slightly around his shaft, making Simon shudder almost invisible, but you knew he liked it by the way his hand tightened around your head.
Not that he left you much time, as he was already pulling back out only to ram himself back up again until he found a pleasant rhythm he could groan into.
“You won’t cum, understood”
You tried nodding but it wasn’t possible at the sloppy pace he set. Just then you realise the vibration has gone up since you first realised it. And the scene didn’t help either, how Ghost was getting off by using your mouth and throat, by how close you simply were, by how he made Gaz and Soap watch him do all this.
It all made you moan desperately. Your tears mixed with salvia that oozed out of your mouth with each quick movement.
“You love being used like this, don’t you” Simons voice is nothing but mere rasps between his own groans, his movement slowly but surely turning erratic. “Because you were made for this, to swallow my dick like a trophy”
You couldn’t truly follow Ghost's words anymore, your own need too distracting. The coil inside your lower stomach was dangerously close to snapping, but you were not supposed to. You were supposed to make Simon cum, to listen to his orders. But no matter how much you push the feeling down, how you try to ignore it, with each thrust you’re nearer the realisation that you wouldn’t be able to hold it.
You would disappoint Simon.
You would be bad.
Just like that, new hot tears streamed down your face, a couple of them somehow getting over Simon's dick.
He said something. Something you couldn’t make out since you were too focused on not cumming, not making him disappointed, keeping that feeling that is crashing over you away from you.
Your mind went blank as the coil snatched, breaking into pieces, that not only rode you over the edge but made you forget how to exist. Head full of cotton and a pleasantly buzzed out body, you slowly came back, only realising that Simon was coming himself.
You smiled into it, as much as someone could in your position, the strings of rope feeling like metaphorical warmth. He was groaning something you couldn’t quite piece together. Something between “Just like that princess” and “such a good girl”.
You didn’t care, as long as he was happy. You swallowed, trying not to spill any of his cum, slightly sucking him clean as he pulled back. You limbly leaned onto his leg, face tugged somewhere near his inner thighs.
And then it hit you, you came. And you shouldn’t have done that.
Your breath hitched as a new set of tears start to pour around, already scrambling back to properly kneel and apolog-
“Hey hey hey, what’s wrong?”
Simons hands found your face again, cradling it this time, thumbs wiping away the tears, his balaclava pushed up so you could see both eyes and mouth.
“It was, too much, right? Shit” his brows furrowed as he looked you over, determined to find the problem.
“No I…I’m sorry Simon…I…came” you mumble between sobs, the guild written over your face.
“I know, I wanted you to” he smirked, chuckling at your pure confusion as you blinked at him.
“But you…”
“I also wanted you not to” he chuckled yet again, brushing a couple of strands of stubborn locks back into place.
You simply whined in confusion, too overwhelmed by your high to properly think yet.
“I would have made you cum either way, princess” he leaned down, almost crouching, to get to your lips and press an unexpectedly soft kiss that made your heart flutter.
“You did really well today, I’m proud of you”
If possible you melt at that, right onto his hands and heart, big eyes meeting caring ones full of love.
“Though I suppose I owe you new leggings” he chuckled dryly.
Just then you looked down at yourself, finding a big splotch of wet fabric clinging to you. You simply blinked, trying to comprehend. You just squirted all over yourself and the mat that was now damp. Something that wasn’t particularly normally the case for you.
“Don’t worry your pretty head about it”
Simon gently tugged your head back up to meet his gaze.
“Though you perhaps shouldn’t mention that to Soap, the poor guy would lick you clean and we both know you’re too sensitive for that right now”
He huffed again at the mental image, you joined. It sounded like something Johnny would do with zero regrets. And it sounded like something that would most likely make you incredibly sore by the end of it.
“Shouldn’t you be…helping Johnny out?”
You shook your head, looking around. You were surprised to find out that you were alone in the training room.
“I sent him and Gaz to the showers, don’t worry they are sorted out”
You lolled your head to lean fully on his thigh now, making him inhale again.
“They fuck right now” he whispered, his smirk widening at your slow processing. You simply nodded, pressing deeper to his leg, your body impossibly tired.
“Come, I can carry you back” he offered, to which you simply shook your head.
“I…like it here” you admitted, nose pressed at the spot of his scent glands on the inner thighs.
It was the only place where his pheromones came through at least a little without having to lure it out like on his neck. Though all of them were severely damaged by his past. Something Simon wasn’t fond of speaking about, ever. Though he shared with you as he saw that you shared some aspects of your childhood.
His fingers stilled in your hair. Only for a second, but you notice.
“I love the smell,” you mumble. And you practically feel how his shoulders dropped and he exhaled an ever so shaky breath. It’s not the first time you smelled his scent, not the first time you said something along those lines, yet he was always scared something bad would come of it. Per Instinct.
“I love yours” he murmured back, voice too soft for the typically cold soldier.
Your smile grew as you nuzzled closer to him, his hand gently massaging over your scalp at just the right spot to make you melt. You didn’t need words to know that the blooming feeling in your chest was love. Mutual at that.
Warnings/tags: fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!Aaron, established relationship, slight angst (worry+spiraling), implied age gap, implied size diffrence, making out (as a form of apology), degradation, use of degrading petnames, power play, oral fixation, breeding kink, (intended) unprotected sex (p in v), creampie, Aaron carries reader around, slight nipple play, pinning down/unable to move, panties used as gag, reader is fucked dumb, multiple orgasm, risk of getting caught, aftercare, fools in love, no use of y/n!
Word count: 5.2k
A/N: There is like 1k words of angst in the start, if you don't wish to read it/are here only for the smut, go to the +++ symbol ^^ (also, Hotch <3)
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“Daddy loves you, when he comes home I’ll make sure he kisses you goodnight, alright buddy?”
You smiled at the small boy who was already tucked under his sheets, PJ’s on, brushed teeth. You already read him a bedtime story and held his hand as his eyes grew heavy. Yet he was still insistent that his daddy should be home. Because he promised.
But at your words Jack obliged, too tired to keep fighting the sleepiness. You pressed a light kiss on his forehead as you hummed another lullaby that made sure he landed safely in the land of dreams.
You stayed for a while longer, watching the small boy that grew to your heart as your own. It was late anyways, you were half tired yourself from the long day. And to all truths, Aaron should be home, hours ago.
You sighed again as you silently left the room, softly closing the door behind you. Hotch kept a baby monitor in his room overnight anyways, too scared anything could happen, despite living quite high in the apartment complex. It made you feel a little at ease too. You have fallen for the little boy the moment you saw him for the first time, you two simply clicked. Much like his father and you.
Which, you were about to call. For the probably 87th time today only to be directed straight to his mailbox. It made you want to throw the phone out of the window. But since that would be way too loud, you simply groaned and threw yourself onto the armchair that was positioned at the entrance.
You were determined to be angry when he came home, angry and accusing and… Well honestly so relieved to have him back. He was on a mission the past 5 and a half days, one of which he completely hasn’t sent through any life signals. You even had to lie to Jack, that he called and just missed him but told you to tell him how much he misses and loves him.
Which was surely true, you were sure, but it would be nice to hear from him.
When you two became a thing, you knew it won’t be easy. You knew about his job and regardless of that your heart fluttered harder around him, your eyes always seemed to meet. It was almost like fate. Or a fairytale.
Just that he wasn’t a prince, rather he was searching for the abominations your society could produce. Always at risk for the sake of others.
But regardless of all those things, he wasn’t home and not even Garcia knew what was up. You knew, you already tried countless times.
So you did the next best thing, waiting while watching weirdly cheesy historical dramas that always seem to run at this time, while eating an ungodly amount of ice cream to soothe yourself.
Another hour or two went by before you heard the turning of a key. You jumped up immediately, almost falling in the process due to your sleepy limbs, already expecting Hotch. It seemed you dozed off somewhere in the middle of angrily waiting for your boyfriend. Or was he already too old to be called that?
You shook your head, it didn’t matter. Certainly not right now. You put on your best and most convincing scrawl paired with your signature pout. He should see just how upset you were by the whole thing.
Yet the moment the door opened and your eyes met his, your anger flew away like a sandcorn in the wind. Your tense shoulders dropped as you quickly assessed his form, nothing unusual beside a couple of folds in his suit, but found him seemingly in one piece. This was always your worst fear, that something might happen to him.
And before either of you could even start to say a word, he was already dropping his precious messenger bag, locking the door and stepped closer in two long paces, hugging you. Your arms flew around his neck instantly, pressing yourself right to him.
“I should have been here earlier, I know” his deep voice spread like the void over the silent apartment. The usual guilt that was always mixed in, even reached his eyes as you pushed yourself off him, remembering that you’re supposed to be mad at him.
You simply shook your head, biting down tears as your arms wrapped around yourself. Something you did when you wanted to hold on to an argument and not let him win. Which you were more but determined to do right now.
“No, Aaron, no…I…No” you forcefully exhaled as you looked around, your demeanor more defeated and tired than truly angry. “No, I…can’t do this like this”
Your voice broke, so did the first tears. He stepped closer, only for you to take one step further away from him.
“I…you have a son Aaron! And he misses you like crazy, and you said you’d be back by today, and you weren’t. And slowly there is not much to tell him anymore, because I can’t just magically create stories all the time. It’s not fair, to Jack”
Your breath hitched, your arms clutching themself in order to somehow ground you. But you weren’t done, not yet.
“I mean, Aaron, I’m not his mother! What am I suppose to tell him all the time? That daddy is so busy that he can’t even watch his soccer play? Or read him a story? Or what am I suppose to say to the teachers in his school why you never show up? ‘Oh sorry so much, no he isn’t an ass who is completely indifferent about his child, he’s just too busy to even answer the phone right now’?”
You were now talking yourself into rage and the tears shimmered down your face in little streams. Your heart ached as he stood there, his face conflicted, much like his eyes.
“I-” he started, but you cut him off immediately. Both because you weren’t done yet and because you knew once he would apologize you wouldn’t be able to even pretend to be mad anymore.
“No, Aaron, I… Look, it's lonely okay? For me and Jack. I love him, you know I do, but he can’t be the only person or Hotchner I get to speak to on a daily basis. I mean, gosh, you haven’t even called”
Now you were already shaking, the worry of the past days finally broke free. You never liked to show how worried you were in front of Jack, for you it was a blessing that he wasn’t old enough to worry himself yet.
“My phone broke down and we were so outside of the city that even those phones that worked, were barely able to send signals around” he started, his voice strangely distant. This was it, this send you completely over the edge.
“Why haven’t you said anything? At least now when you were flying back? At least one of your guys' phones should work and and…Aaron I thought something happened to you. That you lay in some dirty canal, face down, bleeding out while drowning. Or…or that some psycho kidnaped you and everybody is being quiet so I don’t freak out about it…”
Now you were bordering on spiraling into something much more all consuming and ugly than before, shaking like a leaf. Hotch's face looked split on what he should do, let you talk yourself into the spiral or stop it.
“I mean…gosh, what would happen with Jack then? Or…or what would happen with me? I know it's your job and how much you value it and you’re one of the best in the field and you’re an amazing unit chief and I’m probably just being stupidly silly but…Aaron I need you alive…alive and breathing and laughing and playing board games with us and and…Aaron I can’t handle the man that I love be hurt by some sick person that hates you or what you’re doing…”
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That was it, that was the point where he didn’t care about you stepping back and letting you talk. That’s when he closed the space between you and hugged you again, pressing you flush to his body.
“No” it was a simple word. Simple but effective. His voice was woven with apologies and usher determination. Like he just said more than you in your endless ramble with this plain word.
And just like that his lips crashed onto yours and with that they flooded your brain, washing your anger almost completely away. Instead the feeling was replaced by the sheer intensity the kiss held, making you almost melt just from it.
You haven’t even noticed how your arms wrapped themselves into his hair that was despite being so short, still somehow soft. Neither did you realise you were pressed against one of the walls, or how Aaron was quick to put away one of the pictures hanging from it so it wouldn’t be in the way.
What you did notice however, were his large hands roaming over your sides down to your hips. And suddenly the thin long sleeved shirt was all but too much fabric between his hands and your skin.
“I wouldn’t let that happen” he whispered between kisses with such intensity your head was spinning, melting into something only he could achieve. “Or do you think so lowly of me?”
You were so fast to shake your head, your vision almost turning blurry. The fury from before was really what you thought, but it would never enter your mind to doubt his words. That he would intentionally lie.
“No, no of course not…sorry”
“Shhh” his eyes finally met yours, his head falling deeper to your sensitive spots over your neck he already had memoriesed, his hands roaming under your shirt to grab on your bare flesh.
“I want to hear other things” if possible his voice dropped even deeper, rumbling through your body. And just as he said this, his lips sucked on just the right spot to make you mewl. Which earned you a slight slap over the side of your butt.
“We don’t want Jack to wake up, do we?” without waiting for your response he continued to torture your neck. You squirmed a little, biting hard on your lip to keep you quiet as you shook your head again, wanting to press more into him but being caged by his form. This was one of those things you really liked from his job, he was very effective in holding someone down. Or in place.
His hands wandered higher, brushing over your ribs before fondling with one of your breasts over your bra. Your head fell back to the cold wall, a strangled moan found its way out of your throat. You tried to bite it back, but you were just a tad too slow. You grimaced, knowing you just broke what you agreed to moments prior.
His other hand that wasn’t playing with your boob, came up to your face, as his eyes met yours. They were already blown and darker, as Aaron nestled into your known dynamic that didn’t have a name yet, but most definitively had some rules to it.
“Looks like someone can’t keep her mouth shut” he smirked just ever so slightly as his fingers pressed against your plump lips that were already in his favourite shade of red due to the kissing. “Guess I have to fix this”
His words trailed right over you as you parted your lips willingly for him. The meaning behind his words makes your head spinning, because they meant so much more but just to keep you quiet. “Have to fix it” is Hotch slang for an apology and taking care of you. In multiple ways.
Your eyes rolled back as his long thick fingers were swiftly put onto your flattened out tongue. You desperately wanted to be good but it was significantly harder to think when his hands felt just so good. You slightly rocked forward, his touch being almost too much yet never enough.
Your lips stayed parted as your tongue swirled around his fingers that pushed ever so slightly downwards. It worked, though the intensity he fondled with you increased, fingers dipping into the inside of your bra, the moans were significantly muffled by your full mouth. Though due to this, you couldn’t properly swallow, making saliva run down your chin and collect on a dark splotch on your shirt.
“Such a messy girl” Aaron murmured, looking you over. You blushed, despite your cheeks being already pink by the action. His hands disappeared, both from your breast and mouth, making you whimper at the loss, leaning forward not to miss it.
“Needy too” he scolded fondly as his lips found yours again with great intensity.
His hands pushed you slightly onto the wall, his hands back on you but this time trailing downwards. And before you could even fully register, you already pushed yourself slightly off the ground to help him lift you. Your legs crossing behind him in an instance. You still wore jeans, much to your and Hotch's demise, his hands tightly gripping your ass.
You would moan yet again, wouldn’t his lips swallow the sound like a hungry animal. He loved how responsive you were to his touch, having mapped out those places where they made you almost flinch at the contact. You were like a puzzle to him, one that you do over and over and over again, trying to solve it faster each time, just to prove a point.
The point right now was to make you all dumb and needy of course, while being told to keep quiet. Which wasn’t an easy task when his skilled fingers knew just where to press, which spot of you to kiss, what words to say.
You haven’t even realised that you moved until he threw you with seemingly no effort or care onto your shared bed. And despite his fingers long left your mouth, there was spit running down your face in sticky strings.
For a moment you simply whimpered, thrusting into air, head long left filled with need.
Aaron observed you, a slight smirk on his lips. He lost his blazer somewhere on the way, not that you particularly cared. What you cared for was him steering you down, his hands that were untying his neat tie you once gifted him.
He snapped you right out of it, tapping his hand to the side of his leg. Just like that you rolled over, uncoordinated limbs making you crawl to the side of the bed where he stood. Due to that it wasn’t surprising you knelt there, head cocking upwards, your lips spread.
“Good” his fingers brushed over your chin, not yet saying the words you creaved the most. With just a hand signal your arms were up and your top was long gone. You struggled a little with your pants, but eventually you resorted back to the same position as before.
The chill in the room made you realise just how messy you truly were. Not only was there salvia everywhere, your southern area wasn’t much dryer.
“Now you’ll undress me, slowly and carefully, my work clothes can’t get dirty.” His voice made your skin crawl with goosebumps and your heart hitch higher. “And if you do a good enough job…you might get a reward” His fingers left your face, wiping some of your own slip on your cheek.
You didn’t need to be told twice, with shaky fingers you tried to calm you started at the first button. They were small and hard to grip without breaking your nails even in a normal situation. As you struggled, yet proceeded to make at least a little bit of progress, one of your bra straps fell down your shoulder, exposing half your boob to the chilly room.
“Concentrate” if you thought his voice was sharp before, it was now a razor blade at his warning. You nodded slowly, making your way down while his own hands snapped open your bra. “Maybe that will help” he rumbled, as you lowered your arms to allow the bra to slide down before getting back to work.
Your nipples were already hard, but the chilly air paired with some of your spit that clung to your skin, made you shutter. Despite his words, it was unbelievably hard to concentrate.
After a couple of minutes you finished unbuttoning his shirt, now fumbling with his belt. He silently shrugged off his shirt he just told you shouldn’t be damaged, letting it hit the floor with little care.
“Good girl, just like that” the words flood straight to your heart. And to your pulsing core. The words feel like honey. But you couldn’t concentrate too long on it, you weren’t finished yet.
His belt however was tricky, this was usually the part you struggled with most. It was still new and it looped around him perfectly. As you struggled, your lips stayed parted, allowing more spit to cower your bare chest.
“You should be quicker, I might make you sleep like this” his voice dropped into cold teasing, as he enjoyed seeing you this desperate and struggling with something that took him only a couple of seconds. It had his intended effect, you whimpered.
You finally got it right, pulling the thick leather out of the loops and letting it fall onto the floor, your fingers back on his pants in no time. After that it was easy, his zipper was open in a quick movement as well as carefully peeling his dressing pants off.
His shoes were tricky again, as you had to bend all the way down to the ground, sticking your ass up a little to stabilize you. His hand silently found its place on there in that time, massaging the plump tissue in a way that made you lean into it.
Soon he only stood there in his briefs, you sitting upright again, your eyes checking on with him what to do next. He moved his head only for less than an inch downwards, making your fingers fly into action again.
As your fingers brushed over his already over the straining bulge his shoulders dropped for a moment, a deep quiet groan leaving past his lips. One hand was already nestled on the back of your head as you pulled them downward, spreading his own wetness over his cock.
“Don’t look like this, your mouth's too messy for it” he scolded as you licked your lips, making your cheeks deepen impossibly darker. Not that your pussy was in a much better state, you were sure you leaked out of your panties already. He loved each second of this.
“Always so eager” Suddenly his fingers were at your mouth again, you accepted in no time, moaning at the feeling alone. You eagerly sucked and swirled your tongue around, just like it were his erection.
“You must do a good job, I’m sure you wouldn’t like it that I prep you dry” if possible your movement got even faster and sloopier at that, as he pushed you over making you lie on your back, legs already fallen beside you, exposing you fully. “You wouldn’t make even more of a mess, would you?”
He murmured with a rumble right at your ear, his other hand holding your hips steady. You looked so beautiful like this, all splayed out, messy and needy for him. It didn’t mean he didn’t like to push the right buttons.
You were fast to shake your head, fast to oblige to his every word, despite already losing yourself in it all, your hips struggling at the nonexistent friction, making him chuckle.
He plopped out his fingers, uncaring for the salvia string leaving behind over your chest. Lazily, like he wouldn’t suspect a reaction behind his action, he pushed aside your panties, teasing your hole open. Your hips jerked upwards at that, desperate for the touch.
“Guess you can’t keep the mess inside you” he chuckled again, a little louder this time, as he pushed his second finger in. Not enough to touch any good feeling spot, only enough to stretch out your velvety walls like he had the time in the world. Your hips following the action as broken moans escaped your parted lips.
“You sure are a needy thing, aren’t you? Just waiting for someone to fuck you and stuff you full”
Your eyes rolled, hips thrusting onto his fingers, yet no matter how you tried to bite your lips, the choked moan fell out nonetheless. Earning you a spank over the sensitive flesh of your thigh. His arm hooked under the band of your poor panties.
“You can’t even keep quiet, truly pathetic” his laugh rumbled out of his chest as he pulled your panties off completely, his other hand still scissoring you ready. “Maybe I should just stuff your mouth with these” he toyed with the cloth before pushing it into your mouth.
You didn’t react, already hitching from the delicious spot his fingers brazed that made your belly feel all hot. You also didn’t realise his hand that kept you in place was now holding your wrists together, effectively pinning you into place.
“But that’s not enough, is it? You need more, you need someone to fuck the loneliness out of you”
You nodded, the cloth inside of your mouth always impossibly wet and preventing you from swallowing yet again. It felt almost embarrassing, laying there all exposed and vulnerable, wouldn’t his fingers make you so crazy.
Suddenly, just those, disappeared, making you whine and buckle upset. He simply applied more pressure on your hands, while he wiped his fingers all over your thigh like you were a tissue. Just to stride his finger over your whole labia, smearing your slick all over yourself and gathering it to pump over his member. He simply huffed as your thighs practically jumped as he passed your clit.
“Because deep down” he entered you in one long stride, making your head practically press into the mattress as you arched upwards, your muddled moan still clearly hearable “you’re just a slut needing some good breeding”
He didn’t leave you much time to adjust, already moving and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder to get impossibly deeper, dragging over your wall just right.
“And you need me to come home, just so I do it for you” his laugh made your stomach flip. Even when he degraded you, his laugh was still the most beautiful thing in the world. “Cause you can’t ever make yourself feel this good when I’m away, can you?”
You whined, shaking your head so hard your face was hitting the mattress.
“But you can’t be even quite, despite my son sleeping just a room over”
Your fingers flexed, the need to somewhere holding yourself to not lose yourself completely bigger than rational thought. Your eyes were half lidded and if possible you opened yourself up even more for him.
“Pathetic, just a pathetic greedy slut” he threw his head back, like he was just so close to lose himself in you as well. Like he needed that moment of free will and no thoughts just as much as you.
Suddenly his hand slipped from your hip downwards to your core, skilled fingers already circling over your sensitive spot, making your hips buckle. “If you cum around my dick, I might consider to properly breed you”
You didn’t have time to nod, or even move to be honest, already mewling out sounds that were music to his ears. His fingers flickered over your clit, just the right amount of pleasure to make you want to cry out from the sheer perfectness of the situation. And so you came, quicker than you had the chance to savour the feeling, your head falling back limbly as you tried to reach a true breath.
In that moment his hand that was focused on keeping your wrist in place, hitched up, pulling your panties out of your mouth, so you could in fact truly breathe. You didn’t truly grasp any of that, too focused on your orgasm to decipher whenever you had something in your mouth or not. Neither did you realise your hands weren’t pinned down again, simply limbly laying above you.
Yet when you slowly came back from your rush, you realised, Aaron was not done moving, fingers still circling your clit, even when slower this time, his thrust becoming shallower as well.
“Aaron…” you croaked out, voice broken and eyes glassy, split running over your chin and cheek.
“You can do another one, if you want my cum” he groaned properly now, his thrust angling just right to hit your spot inside your walls, making you arch again.
“You want to be all filled up with it” his hand landed on your breast, fondling with it harder this time, his fingers pinching the sensitive skin of your nipples “Want hose to be all heavy and big with milk”
“Yes…yes please” you whimpered, trying to catch up with his rhythm. His hands were simply everywhere where it felt good and it wasn’t long that you felt the known pull that indicated you were close. “Please fill me up”
“Show me how much you want my cum” he panted right over your lips, pushing even deeper in this position. Your eyes rolled back yet again, the coil tightening.
With the last proper action in your body you simply caught his lips, pouring your whole soul into it. The kiss was just as intense as the situation, making you even forget your abandoned arms, that shot up to press him closer. Always closer, because it was never enough.
In the middle of that intimate messy kiss, you both came undone. First you, whining and moaning his name between short sips of air in between the kisses. Your walls fluttered around him, pulling him deeper inside, downright milking him. And just like that he also came, warm thick seed nestled right into your warmness. Making you pull him even closer.
His hands stopped slowly, rather holding you tightly flush against him, as he allowed you to ride out your high, your lips still connected as the weight of the world fell off you both.
After a while, he moved, slowly now as if scared to hurt you as his lips kissed his way over your face, watching you as you came slowly back. When your glassy eyes seemed to be somewhat back in this dimension, he softly whispered over your skin. “Maybe you should clean me up properly”
It was long not an order, just a little nudge to get you moving and allow you to come back naturally while doing something that felt like a task.
You nodded, head still swirling as you positioned yourself over his cock to carefully clean it up. It were simple kitten licks, nothing terribly hard, just repetitive motions paired with the need of closeness and feeling useful.
He simply hummed in the meanwhile, gathering your hair out of your face and combing it with his hands. As you accidentally reached the tip he softly pushed you away, breath slightly hitching.
“I said, make me clean, not get me ready again” he huffed out a fond smile on his lips as you sat up again, head croaked back to see him.
“Maybe I wanna be full again” you teased back, the same smile now also on your lips.
“We’re both too tired for that, maybe tomorrow"
“I’m not, maybe you’re just too old” he chuckled silently as he looked at you, his hand behind your head basically supporting you to not crash down entirely. Something you both knew too well. But you liked the carefree atmosphere.
“I’m not that old”
“You are…old enough that” you leaned closer, lips only a breath away “that when I’m as old as you, I’ll miss you just as much” he was ultimately the one who closed the distance between you two, making you sigh content. You could stay like this forever.
Well, perhaps not forever, since you felt the mixed liquids slowly run out of you, oozing onto the sheets, making you shift just a tad. Aaron of course, always a gentleman or profiler, noticed immediately.
“Perhaps I should clean you up as well” he smiled before pressing another kiss onto your forehead and gently pressing you down again as he disappeared in the bathroom.
You didn’t need to wait long, he returned with a warm dampened cloth which he ran over your delicate skin, wiping away any fluid that might be sticking to your skin. You didn’t say anything, simpöy allowing him to come back down as well. Allowing him to take care of you.
“What was the case about?” you suddenly asked into the quiet that settled between you. Not that you disliked any of the events that happened tonight, but it wasn’t in his nature to act like this as he came back. Which mostly meant the case was bad enough he needed it.
“Mainly children” he stilled, inhaling deeply “we were called because the last crime scene looked…unusual…there was a teacher who positioned herself in front of them but…none made it out alive.” You carefully rolled to your side, staying quiet but placing one hand over his stilled one.
“She…looked like you, a little younger but her height and eyes matched and…” he cut himself off with a forced exhale. You simply found his lips, pressing a reassuring kiss on them.
“But you found him, the unsub, right? And now you’re home” you whispered, foreheads touching. As if either of you could disappear if you don’t touch each other at least in one place.
“Yes…but that’s my job, that’s what I’m-” you cut him off with another kiss, making him smile. That kind that only you seem to get out of the stoic agent.
You smiled brighter at him.
“You think it will stick?” he blinked confused, for a moment, before you continued “Like, baby Hotch 2”
He let out a chuckle, pressing you closer to him.
“That’s probably not a very smart decision with my job”
You rolled your eyes, pressing your lips on his yet again.
“I mean, think of it…” you kissed him again “Jack and I wouldn’t be so alone anymore…” another kiss “and…I would have more reasons to keep you home and not letting you go”
He ruffled your hair, for a moment only looking at you with his usual fond expression that turned impossibly tender at your words. You simply smiled proudly at yourself.
Aaron disappeared in the bathroom again, coming back dressed and with clothes for you. Since it was warm enough it was simply a slip and one of his T-Shirts, knowing your habit of sleeping in them regardless.
As he helped you get dressed, careful not to make you move too much so you wouldn’t ache too much, his hand stilled right over your panties.
“I love you more than I’m probably showing”
You giggled, leaning in and kissing him yet again.
“I love you too." And for the record…I think you showed me…plenty of your love tonight”
Your smile turned cheeky as he simply signed, ruffling your hair again.
“Buuut, speaking of cute little Hotchner babies, I promised Jack, you would kiss him goodnight once you finally come home”
He smiled bigger at you as you laid back down, already scrambling under the covers.
“I was about to do just that. And you…” he looked at you from the doorway “just wait here till I get back”
Choking -> Johnny "Soap" McTavish X Sunshine (fem!reader)
Warnings/tags: omegaverse, fem!reader, sub!reader, omega!reader, switch!Johnny (though he's only dommy here), beta!Johnny, established relationship, implied age gap, making out, chocking, slight breath play, oral (fem/reader recieving), unprotected sex (p in v), mention of thigh worshipping, creampie, Johnny carries reader around, size diffrence, use of petnames, begging, teasing, touch starved (both honestly), slight edging, Ghost X Soap mentioned, Ghost X reader mentioned, aftercare, fools in love, (sunshine is the callsing of reader), no use of y/n!
Word count: 3.6k
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You couldn't stay long in one place when you knew today was when the boys came back. Your pack. It was a short mission, only a couple of days, that's the reason why you had to stay behind, otherwise they would always take you with them. Ever since you became a full fleched member of their pack both they and you couldn't spend lots of time being separated. This was the sole purpose for you to have gotten here, even if now you know that it wasn't only because of that. You are theirs, as much as they were yours.
But with that came the pain of being alone. The group home was nice and cozy, the base always providing good care to the task force 141, something you were really glad. In the days when they were out for more than mere hours it got lonely very very fast sadly, making you sleep in either Prices or Ghosts room. The scent in Prices room was usually nice and strong, soaps being the second strongest on the sheets. Ghosts room was mainly comfort on its own.
You shook your head, today they will come. Whole, with scratches you could tend to afterwards only for them to pull you away and cuddle you, or well, do other much more lustful things to you. You blushed at that thought. You were in the pack for a long time now, enjoying each session you have with the boys, yet you couldn't help but blush at the mere thought of what they do to you. Not because it would be uncomfortable, no because it is still new, even after all this time. New, but very very enjoyable.
So much in thought that you did not notice the soft ping of an incoming text or the show you were supposedly watching on the big tv in the common room, you practically jumped when a figure hugged you from behind. Your instincts taking over faster than you could process, you simply relax at the soft arms of the huge solider.
“God Sunny, next time ya really need to react faster” your head falls on the couch's rest as you look over directly at his face, ignoring his words, but smiling like crazy while doing so. “Johnny!” he was still in full task gear, some dirt smeared over it. You would probably wash it later. He simply chuckled, leaning forward only for your eager mouth to meet his, sharing a rather heated kiss. His hands wandering to your shoulders and below, pulling you closer despite the suddenly very in the way couch.
“Not fast enough for you?” you banter with him while turning to him as you depart your lips, his hands now on your back as you climbed to sit on top of the couch's back side.
“Mainly not loud enough las”
“Since when do you care about my vocal volume”
“If i make you scream it's fine” his lips spread into the most beautiful grin, Soap couldn't wait till you were even on your feet, simply scooping you up and hug you like his life depended on it. He barely left you room or time for your shorter arms to reach around his neck. Having him back was more than comforting, finally being back with your pack you loved so much. “God i missed ya Sunshine. So fucking much” his face was nestled at the crook of your neck, trying to sniff as much scent as he could from it, even if your collar was in the way.
It was an anti claim collar, worn because you felt much safer with it while alone on base, and because it was Ghosts first ever gift to you so much time ago. You loved it, your pack did too, loving to see their Omega happy, but Soap was less than happy to have the extra thick leather putting him away from your scent gland.
“I swear one day i will bite that thing off to smell ya better” he half jokingly grumbled while he clearly started to walk somewhere. You don't know where, too occupied with having your eyes closed and your head in his neck even if many layers of fabric prevent the fresh pheromones from spreading naturally. “You can take it off, you know”
“Yeah yeah, but one day I’ll rip it off” you could practically feel his eye roll and your giggles spread through the still empty room, reminding you of the lack of the other members. “Where are the others?”
“Still in a meeting or so, only came to change out of that filth gear but couldn't go one second more without ya” as if having to prove his words his hand squeezed over your waist, making you purr into his ear. Even after all this time you couldn't get used or enough from their sheer possessiveness over you. Being sometimes just as clingy, and especially needy like you were for them. It made you feel cherished, it made you feel wanted, it made you feel loved. And as much as it made your heart swell it also made you wet.
You considered that part of your life still new, it was definitely a learning curve to get there. But now it felt like bliss, you could be needy, you could ask for scenes or relief or simply time, anything really, and the boys would provide. Honestly you couldn't ask for more.
Well right now you could, squirming in Soaps arms as your dampened panties clung to your figure, your lips found their way to his still half covered neck. Earning a deep growl from the larger male in return.
“Aren’t you gonna get in trouble for disappearing?" you were now in his room, his sheets in much better shape as when he left them, having a rather chaotic nature. You didn't mind, making the bed was a great excuse to sneak around in his room and nap on his pile of very much nice smelling sweaty clothes he forgot to put away. With the utmost care the Scottish soldier possessed, he sat you down onto the bed, making you whine at the loss of contact.
Soap only shakes his head at your words, already taking off parts of his gear to let them scatter to the ground. “Not minding punishments and extra exercise if I get to see ya sooner” his smile made you blush heavily, leaving you to squirm in your seat, his words not only affecting the heat on your face.
Soap was always like this, risk taking, setting high priorities for things he viewed as worthy to do so. And somehow you belonged on that list. Not that it was something super serious this time, Price wouldn't even properly punish him, you're sure. He would want to do that himself probably, if he could at least.
“Be a dear and help get that fucking gear off lad” you didnt had to be told twice, springing into action to help the Beta move out of the dirty clothes, suddenly leaving him in only boxers. Your eyes always checking back up, having to truly see, have to feel that he is back with you now.
And then you suddenly end up on the now yet again messy bed with Soap hovering over you to take off your own clothes, throwing them somewhere out of sight, your collar first to go. It didn't matter, his eyes were practically eating you out by simply looking at you yet when you also only left with underwear on. Well you would be but Soap was already determined to change that, hovering over you and fumbling at your bra. He might be an elite soldier but opening bras was not the easiest, especially if you make out in the meanwhile.
His big rougher hands leaving imaginative marks on you, while he worked his way down from your lips down to your neck, inhaling like a starving man only to suck over an especially sensitive spot, making you whine out. You pressed your body to his. He was warm, so warm, you loved the warmth. Right now it was like a fire was brewing in between your bodys, making sweat invadible but also deepening the moment. It was not as dangerous as fire though.
“Did anyone told you how perfect ya are like this?” his hands were roaming free, taking their time when he looked up to meet your pleasure filled eyes as, he easily cups one of your breasts, drawing a mewl out of you. “How perfect those are?”
“I’m sure Gaz tells me” you bickered back, it was simply a Soap thing you two did, relentless banter. Much to everyone's demise. They thought you would maybe tame his ability to be a dominant brat that loved to be trouble, but in the end he only taught you how to be alike. How to break rules and how to take what you'd like. How to tease. “I thought you are much more a thigh dude Sargent”
“Nah, not boob crazy like the poor fella, he doesn't know what he misses” Soaps chuckle resonated, the sound being music in your ears. His hand now much faster than before roams further down your almost completely naked body. Squeezing the plump flesh right under your hips, drawing yet another whine out of your mouth.
By now you were sure a dark smudge was visible on the outside of your underwear. But no matter of your squirming or moving your hips, mostly instinctual, would help with your need. There was simply no friction you so terribly needed. And that only because Soap was yet again simply staring you down, keeping you waiting. You briefly thought about what had happened on the mission for him to so terribly need this and you, but you decided to push that thought aside, that could wait. Right now it's all about feeling good.
And gosh did he not disappoint. Not able to keep himself from you, his mouth found your thighs fast, sucking on them, licking them, squeezing them, feeling them. And lastly opening them. He still haven't touched you where you most wanted to and you grew a little inpatient. You waited days for them to return.
As his wandering mouth came closer to your scent gland on your inner thighs, you simply couldn't hold it anymore, rocking your hips yet again against air, whining relentlessly.
“Please, Johnny, touch me, please…” your voice was nothing but a mere whisper, he hasn't even done anything, yet you were breathless. Breathless and just very wet. Your hand was holding some strands of hair of his mohawk you so much adored.
“Be specific, Sunshine” Soap grinned develius, he loved that part. where you were still so shy and sly, even after numerous very lustful admissions and scenes you'd done with him. It was his favorite way to tease, his favorite way to put a blush on your face. Only for him to grant to every one of you sinful desires, even when they were never sinful enough. At least for the team.
“Just…touch Johnny”
“Like this?” he purposely moved his hands only further away from your core, sliding over your side up your bum to your lower stomach, just inches away from the hem of your panties. Your brows furrowed frustrated, your head been thrown back to hit the soft mattress. “No, i mean yes, but more…please Johnny”
“C’mon, I know ya can do it” his rumble went straight to your lower region, making you blush only more. Just as you thought you steadied yourself enough to properly answer, you felt his breath on the outside of the thin cotton. “Just couple of words Sunny”
“Please touch my pussy” the words were mere whispers, dirty talk was really not your strong field. Before you could even catch your thoughts of embarrassment, his tongue was already out and licking over the fabric. which wasn't what you asked for but your eyes rolled back regardless hips already pushing towards him.
Soap was amazing with his mouth, in pretty much all senses.
His large hands now coming back down to hold you sturdy, feeling your soft skin beneve his fingers. after two more intense too quick licks, he stripped you of the remaining cloth, grumbling something about ripping it. You wouldn't know, already back down in your comfortable space of submission and pleasure. Which really didn't help your already wet core getting even more coated in slick.
“So damn wet for me allready” Soaps voice was satisfied, like he was proud of himself, which knowing him, he most definitively was. It only made you whimper more.
“Alright alright, I’m not gonna be mean today” he mumbles into your skin, kissing your scent glands before pressing one long simple kiss on your core.
You haven't had a proper time adjusting to the feeling, your pussy feeling like exploding by the stimulation already as he dove in. Your fingers flexed against his hair, making still soft sounds. Something that both drove him crazy and satisfied him at once. His hands cradled your hips with his usual roughness yet still gentle enough not to actually hurt you.
His tongue was gathering the slick only to spread it over your labia, making you practically spring as he reached your clit. Yes, he was definitely too skilled with his mouth.
“Johnny…no, I’m…cum” you blurted out, words barely comprehensible already as your mind got clouded more and more.
“I haven’t even begun yet ya’re already a mess lad” his deep chuckle spread over your body, making it all tingly. Before you could answer he simply flatten his tongue to go from one end to the other, only stopping at your clit and sucking ever so slightly. You just needed a little more, perhaps only one brush with his teeth over your sensitive flesh, to come undone. To finally get what you craved for days.
But he simply lifted himself effortlessly, chuckling at the sight in front of him. Your hands have fallen beside you as you lightly fisted the sheets to somehow ground yourself. Your skin glistened in the dim lighting, your face flushed. Wouldn’t he be so hard himself he would gladly watch you for hours on end. As you squirm and whine his name, how your breast rises and fall, making the heavy flesh of your breast spill over your chest like honey.
“I hate you, so much” you said weakly, tears almost glistering in your pretty eyes. However there was not real heat behind it, as you both knew. “Oh please, tell me how much you do”
He had the audacity to chuckle again while his hands took down his boxers that were just as much a mess as your discarded panties. His calloused fingers gathered some of your wetness to spread over himself, his eyes half rolling back at the motion but still on you.
He loamed over you, his muscular torso that had seen so many terrors, bare for your sight. Wouldn’t your head be so utterly clouded with need, you would almost cry at the sheer trust the boys offered you. Soap offered in that moment.
“Yes I do…so sooo much, I hate you so much I-” my own moan cut me off, turning halflidded eyes into closed ones. Because Johnny was already pushing himself inside, groaning at the sensation. You spread your legs just a little wider by instinct, granting him more space to bury himself in.
For a moment that was all you did, simply feel, unable to do anything. You would think that after having his cock inside you so often, you would grow dull by the sensation. But it was always still almost too much. But only almost, because it felt so good too. And right.
“Sure ya do, buttercup” he whispered at your lips before kissing you. The kiss itself was all consuming, making you almost forget how to breathe, so filled with need. Soaps hands circled back up, cupping one of your breasts and massaging it, his hips starting to move.
The rhythm was still bearable, slow enough for you to get used to the movement. Knowing Johnny he was holding himself back like crazy for being this patient right now. His hand however, kept creeping upwards to your neck.
You however were too focused on his movements, his lips, his all consuming eyes. And to not forget how to breathe, while letting out lewd sounds that made Soaps skin crawl pleasently.
“Just like that, Sunny, c’mon let me hear those beautiful sounds, I know ya waited for this here” he murmured, his voice dropping thicker in accent and essence, making you moan only further.
And just like that, his hand laid on top of your neck, fingers already spreading around the curve of it. It was heavy as it laid there like that, but he was not moving yet, simply working you both to the point where he wanted you to be.
Because Soap loved this, loved seeing you all bothered and whining for him. Perhaps the only thing he loved more was you whimpering like that for him in front of Ghost.
Oh what the Lieutenant would do to see this sight, he thought to himself, making his smile only wider. Oh he would get in trouble for this, but it was so worth it. He simply missed you too much to wait even a second more in the stuffy conference room.
“C’mon pretty thing, ask nicely and I might do it” his voice was impossibly thick as he increased the rhythm of his hips slamming into yours.
“Please..” your voice was broken, head already starting to fill with pure cotton “please Johnny I…please…”
“Please, what? Ya have to be specific” he whispered right into your ear, already kissing the spot beneath it, making your breath hitch just slightly. Your body already trying to match his thrust and moving on its own.
“Please choke me…and make me cum” your whine turning high pitched, tears already bubbling over.
“But of course” His fingers curled around your neck, just ever so slightly, just to make your blood flow slow. Focusing his pressure on the sides not the top, the movements like second nature by now. His own groan overshadowed your silent whine. Pace quickening just a little at it.
“Don’t ya look pretty like this? Isn’t my hand much better protection than that leather thing?” He groaned again now, kissing over the fully healed and healthy scars that sealed their claim on you, making you hitch in return. “Oh my god I missed ya so much”
He suddenly heaved himself up again, only to search for your hand, which was still busy fisting his sheets, and bring it up to cradle it against his own neck. He spread your fingers as his own lessen the pressure to make you think at least a little bit and not faint.
“Ya feel that? That’s my pulse Sunny, that’s all what those bastards want”
Your fingers flexed at his flesh, focused on not letting your hand fall, but unable to even think of squeezing back, earning you a deep chuckle between his groan by your movement.
“Only ya get that, only my pretty little thing” his voice was full of affection and something that made you equally whine and melt, your hips buckling against his. You were already close again, the coil already tightening just like Johnny's fingers.
“Well, Simon too but, he’s not here so…whatever” he rambled further as his lips crashed back onto yours. Like on instinct your lips moved alongside his as both of you grew erratic. He was just as close as you were.
“Johnny, I….so good” you blabbered, your head falling back onto the mattress as your vision turned blurry as everything inside of you suddenly snapped, tipping you over the edge and sending you flying.
Somewhere between Earth and the Skyies you’re moaning Soaps name just moments before he is doing the same with yours, his hand slipping away to hold you. He was crashing with the same intensity as if a shooting went right in a mission. But the aftermath was different. Because he got to look at you.
After a couple of moments, your hand was already searching for his despite your eyes still being unfocused and your ability to speak was missing. Soap smiled, catching your fingers in no time and squeezing them reassuringly as he laid on his side. His hand was supporting his head and he laid just inches away, despite that, you rolled closer.
“I love you” you mumble somewhere into his pecks, his hand rummaging through your bare back.
“I was supposed to say that first” he argued, chuckling in your hair as he kissed the top of it, bringing you closer. “I love you more”
You simply smiled content on his chest, already half dozing. The pheromones of you two mixing together in a pleasant way around the room.
“Hey, don’t sleep yet, need to get ya cleaned up first” He kissed you lazily, before gently lifting you up, much to your dislike. As you grumbled he simply chuckled away, his big grin like always plastered on his lips.
“I wanna cuddle…”
“We will, sweet stuff, but need to get ya clean first”
To that you couldn’t truly argue anymore, especially as the hot water started to run. Soap gently let you down in the shower, your muscles already relaxing at the temperature, as he started to gather soap on you.
“Welcome home” you mumble, pressing a kiss on the taller man, making him smile even wider.
This is this years masterpost for my contribution to Kinktober ^^
This is obviously 18+, Minors shouldn't interact and reading on your own account (don't like, don't read)
(If you have any request or want to be tagged (in or outside of this event), please sent me an ask!)
Important: I am chronically ill and updates might not come regularly/I'll probably be a little behind on the days but they will come regardless!
The fandoms I'm writting for in here are COD and CM (will see how I'm doing it, but roughly said, for COD there is an underlying story that is chapter overarching, for CM it isn't)
♡Day 1♡: Choking -> Johnny "Soap" McTavish
♡Day 2♡: Breeding -> Aaron Hotchner
♡Day 3♡: Sex toys -> Simon "Ghost" Riley (&Gaz+Soap)
♡Day 4♡: Gagged -> Elle Greenaway
♡Day 5♡: Pegging -> Spencer Reid
♡Day 6♡: Mirror -> Derek Morgan
♡Day 7♡: Face sitting -> Emily Prentiss
♡Day 8♡: Begging -> John Price
♡Day 9♡: Primal play -> Simon "Ghost" Riley
♡Day 10♡: Dry humping
♡Day 11♡: Pretty lingerie
♡Day 12♡: Truth or dare
♡Day 13♡: Edging
♡Day 14♡: Impact play
♡Day 15♡: Overstimulation
♡Day 16♡: Mastrubation
♡Day 17♡: Nipple play
♡Day 18♡: Fishnets
♡Day 19♡: Threesome
♡Day 20♡: Virginity
♡Day 21♡: Bondage
♡Day 22♡: Blindfolds
♡Day 23♡: Thighs
♡Day 24♡: Knife play
♡Day 25♡: Phone sex
♡Day 26♡: Wax play
♡Day 27♡: Oral
♡Day 28♡: (Semi) Public
♡Day 29♡: Markings
♡Day 30♡: Authority
♡Day 31♡: Halloween
♡Bonus♡: Pet play
♡Bonus2♡: Soft
Every chapter (and character that it's about), will be reveald each day!
If you have any ideas/req/recomandations, please hit me up!
