Happy Birthday || SR, AH
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!gf!reader x Aaron Hotchner Category: Smut 18+ Summary: It’s your birthday and your boyfriend organizes a surprise for you. Word Count: 7.3K
CW: Spencer Reid/ fem!gf!reader, porn with maybe plot, established relationship, ENM, threesome, kink dynamics, BDSM, soft dom Spencer (#battyisasubmissive), lowkey mean dom Hotch, biting, praise, size kink, impact play, breath play, double penetration, anal play, p in v, Spencer is a whiny bitch as always, oral (m/f receiving), degradation, dirty talk, use of ‘good girl’, hickies, reader is fem and wears dresses and lingerie, ooc Spencer and Hotch A/N: It’s my birthday!! As a gift to myself here is a completely self indulgent fic that might not be nice for anyone but myself. This is with middle seasons Spencer/Hotch because I love them. Spencer and reader are in an enm relationship because…same…and I wanted to write it lol in this one Spencer and reader are in a dynamic and go to kink events together so Spencer wears a cutie little mask to protect his FBI man identity. Of course I had to use that pic of Hotch for my first time writing for him!
Not proof read and hella rushed, sorry
Masterlist Previous Fic
Spencer had known about your crush on Hotch for a long time. It wasn’t exactly a secret but you still played dumb whenever he teased you about it, a telltale flush crossing your face every time. What had made this interesting was one night, when at a kink club a few towns over.
As you both made your way through the club, you barely wearing anything and Spencer in his usual sharp suit, with a mask to protect him from being recognized, something caught your eye. There was a man at the far corner of the club, talking to a woman in puppy ears and a collar, wearing a hood, that seemed eerily familiar. Spencer worked a very important job so he wore something to conceal his identity, you however, worked a regular job and didn’t care much about being potentially recognized by coworkers or anything. The only downside to this, that neither of you had thought about, was the risk of running into one of your boyfriend's coworkers and having them recognize you. You had a keen skill for recognizing people, even when you couldn’t see their faces, and your first instinct when you saw this man was, “that’s Hotch.” As you stare at him, the man turns around and visibly freezes. You know in your gut that you’re right even if his face is obscured by the hood pulled tightly against his features. You can still recognize his eyes and his body, and you know that Hotch knows what you look like.
There were rules in the community about outing, so you didn’t want to just go up and ask him if you knew each other and violate consent. Instead, you inconspicuously leaned over towards Spencer and lowered your voice. “Psst, do you recognize that guy over there, the one talking to the puppy,” you whisper. Spencer's eyes move around the room without moving his head as you continue walking until you can see him pause slightly. “The one wearing the half hood that’s staring at you,” he whispers back. “Yeah,” you pause to give him time to give you an answer but when none comes you continue your thought, “they kinda look like Hotch.” Spencer stops walking at that, looking down at you so his face’s turned away from the man. “Why would he be here,” Spencer was obviously nervous now. “Probably the same reason we’re here,” you laughed slightly, also nervous but less panicked because if he’s here then obviously he won’t care too much that you’re also here. “But Hotch wouldn’- he isn’t- I-,” Spencer stuttered, obviously shocked at the possibility that his boss was like the two of you and he never noticed. “Remember that time he accidentally called me a good girl and I couldn’t make eye contact with him for like a week,” you glanced back at the man to see him look at Spencer one final time before turning away from you both. “Well, what if it was in a fatherly way or something,” Spencer was scrambling for anything to disprove your theory. “Do you think it was though,” you eyed him, waiting for him to crack. “Nooo,” he whined, turning to continue walking, making a wide turn and guiding you away from the man. You both retreat to the far end of the club and after that night the incident was forgotten.
Hotch seemed off the next time you saw him but you and Spencer agreed to never discuss it unless he prompted it, so you didn’t. You had assumed Spencer had never discussed it with him and had probably forgotten about it as much as he could.
That had been months ago at this point and it was now your birthday. You and Spencer had spent all day out in the summer sun as you went through activity after activity that your boyfriend had planned. The bookstore, lunch outside, the planetarium, and so on. You knew there was another surprise planned for that night and that it was something you needed to prepare for. Spencer had gotten your permission to include another person in your dynamic, something you’d done before to fulfill one of your fantasies, and had told you this would be completing a bucket list item for you both. Whoever it was had done all the necessary prep, testing and negotiations and whatnot, and it would be a complete surprise for you. Your mind went to the woman you’d met at an event months prior. Both of you thought she was cute and when Spencer successfully got her number you’d expected she might reappear in your lives around this time.
All the information Spencer had given you was that anal would be involved and you should prepare accordingly. As part of preparation, you'd spent part of the day with a clear heart shaped plug tucked snugly inside you, you’d only revealed this to Spencer partway through one activity and he’d been practically vibrating in anticipation since then. He kept shooting you looks and lingering stares when he thought you couldn't see.
Your final stop was to a lingerie store you frequented. Spencer had picked out something for you and wanted you to try it on before taking it home with you. You picked up the neatly folded set and walked into the dressing room as he went to pay, only pausing a second to lean down and whisper to you, “just keep it on, y’know to make sure it’s comfortable. Wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable tonight.” You listened, sliding your dress over the set once you were satisfied with the fit. The set was a black lace three piece with panels of pvc-like material in places. The bra, panties, and garter belt all matched your aesthetic flawlessly and you were proud of your boyfriend for picking such a perfect set for you.
On the ride home Spencer’s hand was practically glued to your thigh, rubbing soft circles into your skin just above the border of the stockings you wore. You slump into your apartment, weighed down by shopping bags, and beeline for your bed. You drop your items and flop onto your bed face first, satisfied and exhausted. You can hear Spencer moving around behind you before you feel him unzipping and removing your boots. You whine slightly as he slides your jacket off your arms, “today was so good, but I’m so tired.” “Do you still have it in you for your last surprise, baby,” Spencer asks softly. “Oh yeah,” you laugh lightly, smushing your face into the soft covers of your bed, “I just gotta chill before she gets here. You said we’re meeting up later tonight, right?” “I guess I’m early,” says a familiar voice behind you. You flip yourself around on the bed to find someone you hadn’t expected standing over you. Aaron Hotchner.
“Wha- I- what is,” you splutter, shocked by his presence. “Surprise,” Spencer says in a singsong way. You look back and forth between the two, still gobsmacked, as you try to come up with something to say. “He started the conversation while we were at the bar after a case a while back and we decided to wait and surprise you,” Spencer smiles down at you. “It was you at the club,” you squeak, pointing in an excited accusation at Hotch. “Yeah,” he almost grins in response. “Are you okay with this? Spencer implied you’ve had a little crush and this would be a good birthday gift. Honestly, I must admit that the affection is mutual, but I didn’t know about your,” he gestures between you and Spencer with one hand, “arrangement.” You nod frantically, a flush spreading across your face.
At your consent, Hotch moves forward and sits next to you on the bed, resting one hand on your thigh as he looks up at Spencer for his input. “We should probably let you relax for a minute,” Spencer says, looking down at you, clearly ready to fuck your brains out the second you say you’re ready. “I’m good,” you giggle slightly, anticipation building, “ready when you guys are.” With that, Spencer gets on his knees to be on your level and kisses you hard. His lips are on yours and you can feel yourself heating up at his touch. Spencer’s hands bury into your hair and you wrap your arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss. Hotch rubs tense circles into your thigh as he watches, you can hear him breathing as the tension builds. Spencer breaks the kiss and looks at Hotch. Before you have time to follow his gaze, Hotch reaches out and grasps your chin gently, turning your head to face him as he leans in to kiss you.
The kiss is soft at first, gentle, like he’s scared you’ll change your mind. To break the tension, you lick his bottom lip lightly, asking for entrance, silent communication that you do want this. It’s almost like a switch flips in him. He lets you in and suddenly he’s tilting your head back to kiss you harder and gripping your thigh like you’ll run away. The kiss is deep and hungry, like he’s been waiting for this. The thought that he’s been as absorbed in you as you’ve been in him sends a thrill through you, straight to your core. You subconsciously spread your thighs apart slightly and he accepts the unintended invitation.
A deep groan comes from him as his finger tips brush against your soaked panties. “You’ve been waiting for this, huh,” Spencer chuckles as he reaches up to start removing your dress. Hotch bites down on your bottom lip, lightly, but enough to elicit a moan from you. One of his large hands slides around the back of your neck to pull you closer while the other toys with you over your underwear. He finally pulls back, looking at you with a slight flush on his face and lust in his eyes. Him and Spencer stand up, grabbing your hands and pulling you with them. They take turns helping remove your clothes and kissing every inch of skin that’s revealed as they go. Your neck, your shoulders, your arms, your stomach, your hip, your thigh, and whatever else they can reach. The touch of their soft lips and wandering hands sends a quiver through you, you’re lost in the sensation of being absolutely worshipped by two beautiful men at once.
“Wow,” you hear Spencer whisper. You open your eyes, that you don’t even remember closing in your bliss, to see what he’s reacting to. Spencer and Hotch are staring at you, taking in the sight of you in your lingerie. “You picked this out,” Hotch points generally at your outfit, “I really underestimated your taste in lingerie, Spencer.” There’s a small laugh from both of them. “Y’know, I saw this on the website but it’s even better than I imagined in person,” Spencer’s eyes haven’t left you once.
You almost feel more exposed than usual with them just observing you like this. Spencer reaches out and spins you to face the bed before lightly pushing you to lean over it. You rest your hands in the soft blankets and try to not blush too hard knowing that the men are definitely just staring at your ass now. You arch your back slightly, trying to show off for them more, and you hear one of them suck in a breath before their hands are on you again. Spencer’s hand traces over the globes of your ass softly and you can hear the clinking of a belt somewhere behind you. Spencer tucks a finger under the lace of your underwear, pulling up slightly to put pressure on your clit. “You look so good, baby,” he groans.
Your underwear is pulled to the side, the sudden air cooling your wetness and sending a cold wave up you. The cold is almost immediately replaced with the warmth of fingers. Spencer slides between your lips, collecting your wetness, before pulling away. You whine at the loss of contact and turn slightly, just in time to see what he’s doing. Spencer is kneeling behind you, just about eye level with your cunt, and Hotch is leaned forward towards him. He’s got his fist wrapped around his cock, pants undone just enough to release himself and not quite enough for you to get a good view of his length, and he’s leaning forward to take Spencer’s slick fingers into his mouth. You watch his lips wrap around Spencer’s fingers, tasting you on him, and he closes his eyes in bliss. Your face is beet red, this being possibly the hottest and most flustering thing you’ve ever seen, and you can feel your whole body heating up. “Mmh, you taste so good, sweetheart,” Hotch moans as he releases Spencer from his mouth. Your eyes meet and you practically melt, turning away quickly to save yourself the embarrassment of how red you are right now, and you hear him chuckle slightly behind you. “I think she’s a little flustered Spencer, maybe we should give her a distraction.” Spencer snickers in response, “good plan.”
He licks a wide stripe up and over your folds, eliciting a loud whine from you as you shove your face into the blankets you’ve been leaning over. Your head is suddenly pulled up off the bed by your hair, you see Hotch is now standing next to you, holding your head up. “Don’t do that, I want to hear all the pretty noises you make,” he yanks your head back slightly harder and rests his other hand under your chin to help hold you up. Spencer laps at your core, paying special attention to your clit, as you squirm under Aaron’s hold. Spencer presses down lightly on the base of the plug with his thumb, flustering you further. “Ohh fuck, Spence,” you whimper. Hotch’s eyes watch you as your face tenses and relaxes in sync with Spencer’s ministrations. You squeeze your eyes shut tight as he latches onto your clit, sucking it between his lips and teasing you with the pressure. You let out a moan, loud and high pitched, and you feel Hotch’s grip tighten. “Angel, I want you to sit on my face,” Spencer gently wipes some of you off his face, backing away from you. “Mmf, okay,” you whimper, already missing his lips and tongue on you. Hotch releases you and helps you turn around where Spencer is laying on the ground. “Wouldn’t this be easier with you on the bed,” you laugh softly. Spencer glances up at Hotch, “this’ll be better, trust me.”
You hold Aaron’s hand as you lower yourself over Spencer, placing your knees on either side of his head. Spencer immediately wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you down onto his face. You sigh in ecstasy as he starts toying with your clit right away, his tongue making lazy circles around it before dragging down towards your entrance and back up again. You let yourself make as much noise as you want to, moaning and whimpering at the pressure building in your core.
You get lost in the feeling, so lost that you don’t immediately notice Hotch taking his place in front of you. You feel your hair being pulled again, as he forms it into a makeshift ponytail behind your head, and you open your eyes. You’re met with a beautiful sight, his hand wrapped around his cock as he lines it up with your mouth. It’s big and girthy and you wonder how you’ll fit it inside your mouth. “Open up for me, baby,” his voice is dangerously low, igniting a certain part of your brain in need. You listen dutifully, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue for him. He steps closer once you’re settled, you can feel the heat radiating from his inflamed cock. He taps himself against your tongue, “so obedient for me.” You wrap your lips around him, looking up through your eyelashes as he stares down at you in awe. You begin moving back and forth with ease, applying suction just enough to tease him, and swirling your tongue around him occasionally. He groans deep in his throat and lets his head fall back slightly. You reach up to wrap your hand around the part of him you can't quite reach immediately and he twitches at your touch. Spencer is panting and whimpering under you, still being particularly attentive to your clit, as one of his hands snakes under your thigh. He presses one finger into you and you jolt at the sudden contact, careful to not tighten your jaw around Hotch. Hotch huffs out something close to a laugh, “ah, ah, careful now.” You respond with a “‘mmph” that you hope sounds defiant and bratty in your defense. He starts to move his hips, his hands still holding your hair for you, and fucking into your face. It’s slow at first, to not overwhelm you, but as you let him in deeper and deeper he starts to pick up the pace. “Oh fuck, just like that, so good,” he moans. You clench at the sound and you feel and hear Spencer let out a satisfied giggle. He adds a second finger inside of you and continues pumping in and out, occasionally bumping the ridge of the plug that’s still inside you. You feel so good and adored that it’s almost overwhelming.
Hotch and Spencer both speed up their movements as you moan around Hotch. The feeling of him filling your mouth while Spencer attacks you with his fingers and tongue is almost too much. Aaron’s grip on your hair tightens, “mmph, god yes, let me use that pretty little mouth.” His head is thrown back in pleasure, your eyes watering from the intrusion and saliva runs down your chin, as he groans and moans loudly. “You want me to cum in your mouth,” he pants, voice deep and rough. “Mhm,” you try to communicate, unable to nod your head in his hold. He looks down at you again, an almost sinister smile on his face, “you look so gorgeous on your knees for us, I can’t wait to use that wet little cunt.” The praise is overwhelming, your climax sneaking up on you as Hotch lets out a guttural moan and paints your mouth white. You clench around Spencer’s fingers as he works you through it. Once you’ve come down from your orgasm enough, he slips his fingers out and helps lift you off of his face. You feel your boyfriend's warm breath fan over your inner thighs. “Still doing good,” he pants. “Mhm!”
Hotch pulls himself from your mouth as you swallow what he’s given you. Despite the saliva and cum spilling down your chin he kisses you hard, tasting a mix of you both as he does. He breaks the kiss, standing back to his full height, and reaches to take your hand in his. You shakily stand up and Hotch pushes you down to sit on the bed. Spencer rises from the floor to kiss you again. His mouth is warm and you can slightly taste yourself on him, the kiss is gentle but passionate.
You suddenly remember that while you and Hotch have cum, he hasn’t. You reach down and press your palm against the bulge in his pants, setting off a chain of whimpers as you rub against him. His tongue dances against yours as you feel the bed dip behind you. Spencer grabs your wrist, pinning the hand you were kneading him with to the bed, he uses his other to hold your hair up off the back of your neck. As soon as your hair is lifted you feel a second pair of lips on your neck. Spencer’s mouth moves down to your jaw and continues his actions on the opposite side as Aaron. You feel warm and floaty, the men taking over your senses as they lavish you in kisses and licks and nips. You can feel the men shifting around you but can’t quite tell what they’re doing as your eyes are closed in bliss.
Suddenly Spencer is pushing you back. You let him, and are met with the muscular and bare chest of Aaron. Sandwiched between his thighs, you rest against him and realize he is fully bare, you feel his cock is already hard again as it presses against you. Spencer backs away and you open your eyes to follow him only to immediately be guided into Hotch. His index finger presses against your jaw, forcing your head to turn, until your lips make contact. You can hear shuffling from Spencer but the feelings of the kiss and Aaron below you is distracting. “Mm,” moans Hotch before releasing your lips, “look at your pretty little boyfriend.” He gestures with his head and you turn to watch Spencer undress with him.
“Um, I feel like I should be putting on more of a show for you guys if you’re gonna watch,” Spencer laughs, swaying his hips as he undoes his belt. You giggle as he unbuttons his pants and begins sliding them down. He’s already lost the shirt, wiggling in what you think might be an attempt at seduction, and pulls down his underwear finally. His impressive cock swings freely and you find your laugh cut off by the mesmerizing sight. “Oh you got her now,” Hotch chuckles lightly as he mocks you. Spencer makes his way back over to the bed, chuckling at the flush spreading across your face from their chiding, and slides your underwear the rest off the way. He hooks his hands under your knees to press your legs open. One hand wraps around the base of his cock, and you expect him to fuck you, but he doesn’t. He leans forward and kisses you again, almost immediately pressing his tongue to your lips to ask for entrance, and slots his cock between your folds. He thrusts, up and down, hitting your clit with every upward motion. You shiver at the stimulation and kiss him harder.
Aaron unclasps your bra and slides it down your arms, discarding it on the floor somewhere. Two rough, strong hands find their way to your breasts. Hotch returns to kissing along your neck, shoulder, and collarbone as he toys with you. He takes each nipple between his thumb and forefingers and rolls them gently before tugging slightly, causing you to wince. He smirks against your skins and tugs again, this time harder. You whine into Spencer’s mouth and he begins moving faster against you. Hotch squeezes you roughly and just when you expect him to let go and move on, he flicks your nipples harshly and lightly bites your shoulder.
You moan loud, muffled by Spencer's mouth, as the feeling shoots through you. He chuckles against your lips, “you like that, Angel?” “Y-yeah,” you mewl while Hotch pinches and twists your nipples. “You want more,” your boyfriend teases, a look of mischief in his eyes. “Yes p-please,” you try to get how close you are to begging across with the look in your eyes and it only seems to ignite him more. “How much more, sweet girl?” He’s still rubbing himself against you, but now at an achingly slow pace. You want to reach down and fuck yourself with his cock but you know that’ll just lead to him denying you more pleasure. “As much as you’ll give me,” you finally reply, looking down at where his body touches yours. “Oh yeah? You hear that Hotch,” he laughs. “Loud and clear,” replies Hotch with a smirk. “We’ll give you what you want, but you have to be good,” his eyes darken, a clear command to listen and behave. You nod frantically, ready for whatever he’s willing to give you.
Spencer takes one more slow drag down through your folds before notching himself at your entrance. You breathe in deep, anticipating the incursion and intensity of what’s to come as the men watch you. When you meet Spencer’s eyes again, he finally presses forward. You gasp at the delicious stretch, pleasure engulfing you. You can sort of sense Hotch over your shoulder and you know he’s watching, eyes locked on where you’re being filled. He, having stopped what he was doing to watch the beautiful way Spencer takes you, resumes teasing your breasts. Spencer moves slowly, letting you feel every ridge and vein as he goes, a low groan leaving him as he moves.
“Oh f-fuck,” your hand grips the sheets next to your body. Spencer leans down and kisses along your collarbone, stopping to nip and suck softly as he moves up one side of your neck towards your mouth. Once he feels you’ve been warmed up well enough, he slowly drags out of you until only the head of him remains inside. He then pushes all the way into the hilt. “G-god,” he breathes against your swollen lips. He begins to move faster, pumping in and out of you, watching for your reaction with his brows knotted together in a silent whine. He uses one hand to press your left leg up against your chest, pressing into you deeper and sending your eyes rolling up to the ceiling. Hotch chuckles over your shoulder, “you like how he feels inside you?”
“Mhm,” you nod, squeezing your eyes shut as Spencer bumps against the plug that is still inside you, sending a bolt of pleasure shooting through you. “How’s it feel, baby,” he ends his sentence with a kiss to your shoulder. “G-good,” you moan. “Aww, you can do better than that, can’t you,” his hand snakes up over your chest to reach your throat. His fingers wrap around you, fingers pressing up against your chin, tilting your head back so you can look him in the eye. “I- um so good- fuck- it feels s-so good,” your grip on the sheets tightens, pressure building in your core, the focus from both men being too much for your already flustered self. “It’s a little early to be so out of it,” Hotch laughs, accenting his words with a hard squeeze of your soft skin. The hand that isn’t holding your face to look at him glides down your stomach until he reaches your clit. He softly circles it with two fingers, pulling out a whine from deep in your chest, and you try to turn to hide your face from him. His grasp is harsh, pulling your face back to his, “look at me while I make you feel good.”
You clench around Spencer at the intimidating words. “Oh fuck,” Spencer moans, his head dropping to just over your chest, “keep talking to her like that, please.” “Oh yeah,” his eyebrows shoot up, looking between you and Spencer, “you like it when I’m controlling?” He huffs out a laugh and presses against your clit harder. In tandem with Hotch’s teasing, Spencer’s hips speed up, he starts hitting deeper and harder inside you. You whimper, the fire inside you burning hotter and hotter by the second, to ground yourself, you take one hand and drive it into Spencer’s hair. His soft curls wrap around your fingers, you tug slightly as you try to maintain eye contact with Hotch. Spencer whimpers in your hold, the pulling at his scalp distracting him from his goal to only tease you. His breath on your skin causes you to shiver despite its warmth.
Hotch makes dizzying circles around your clit, occasionally pausing to pinch or deeply press against it. You feel his lips make contact with your shoulder again, just before he bites down on your supple flesh. You shriek, throwing your head back as you squeeze your eyes shut. He gently licks over the spot followed by an earnest kiss, “you okay?” You nod furiously, the sensations in your body clouding your mind enough that you don’t trust actual words to come out of you trying to respond verbally. “Good,” he chuckles darkly, “because I’m not sorry.” With that he bites you again and you squirm against him. The ache and pull in your core heightens, you clench around Spencer, bracing for the impending crescendo. You don’t notice it, as your head is thrown back and your eyes are shut, but the men share a look, like a secret code between them. What you do notice, however, is them stopping. Spencer stops moving, Hotch lifts his fingers off you and releases the grip his teeth had on you, and they sit to watch you intently.
You whimper and squirm, trying to fuck yourself on Spencer’s length, but all you get is a bruising hold on your hips from Spencer. “What the fuuucckk,” you whine, glaring at your boyfriend who’s still inside you. “We can’t have you getting tired before the main event,” Spencer pants out a laugh. “That wouldn’t be any fun, now would it,” Hotch’s voice is dark and whispered against the shell of your ear. “What’s the main event,” anticipation grips your heart, it beats faster as you await whatever your fate tonight will be. “You’ll see,” Spencer replies, leaning down to kiss and lick at your nipples as he does. It sends little shocks of electricity through you and you twitch around Spencer. He slowly pulls out of you, you groan at the loss.
Suddenly, Spencer is grabbing your arms and flipping you over onto your stomach, causing you to squeak slightly as you land. “Hey,” you half shout before Hotch’s strong hands grip your hips. He lifts you up to your knees and holds you there. You shoot him a confused glance over your shoulder but he just stares at you, his deep eyes hungry are full of something almost sinister. Spencer’s warm palms brush against the curve of your ass. He spreads you open, warm breath against you, and makes a satisfied humming noise.
“I think this is the wettest I’ve seen you in a while, Angel. You liking all the attention,” his gaze burns into you even though you can’t see him, you know what he’s looking at. After a beat Hotch raises his hand and brings it down hard on your right side, snapping you out of your daze with a yelp, “he asked you a question.” You nod slightly, “y-yes, I like it.” “I knew you would,” Spencer’s voice is surprisingly strict, you can tell he’s worked up by the scenario you’re all in. Seeing you like this always drives him crazy and today he’s struggling to control it. He presses against the base of the plug and you cry out. “You ready,” he asks, the harshness from his tone gone, for now. “Mhm,” you nod, glancing at Hotch again, but his eyes are glued to your ass.
Spencer grips the base of the plug, slowly sliding it out of you. The feeling makes you moan louder than expected, you almost feel embarrassed until you hear Hotch’s groan. “That’s just beautiful,” Spencer whispers up at his superior. “Absolutely,” his grip on your hips tightens involuntarily. They start to whisper, you can’t quite make out what they’re saying besides Spencer asking, “which one do you want?” You sit there patiently, kept in the dark on the plan and buzzing with anticipation. After a few moments, you feel Spencer lift off the bed to walk somewhere. When he comes back you hear the click of a lid and feel the cold wash of lube squirted onto you. “What’s your safe words, pretty girl,” he mutters as he spreads lube on himself. “Red and yellow,” you reply, flushing at the thought of Hotch knowing what safe words you and your boyfriend use. Somehow it feels more intimate to you, even despite having his cock in your mouth earlier. “Good,” he smirks behind you.
“Y’know,” Hotch starts casually, “when you blush, the rest of you turns red too.” Spencer laughs, “isn’t it adorable how flustered she gets?” “W-what do you mean,” you demand over your shoulder. “I mean,” he’s condescending, “I couldn’t even see your face and I knew you were blushing because your shoulders, and your neck, and even your ears turn red too.” “Oh,” you reply. Spencer had never told you that before. Maybe you weren’t as inconspicuous as you’d thought. Hotch releases your hips, you drop slightly after having relied on him to hold you up and not expecting him to let go. His grip is immediately replaced by Spencer’s. He slides his hands up and around your chest. One hand grabbing each shoulder and pulling you up to rest against his chest. He seats you so you’re able to grind on his cock, but before you do, Hotch moves in front of you. Spencer lifts you again, notching the head of his cock at your entrance, and Aaron moves forward. Your pussy flutters in excitement at what’s about to happen. Hotch tilts you forward, his hands holding under your thighs, and rubs the head of his length through your folds until he reaches right where you need him.
You all sit there for a moment, breathing each other's air and just existing, mentally acknowledging that things are changing between the three of you. After a moment that borders on too long, you start trying to grind, the barely there touch of them too tempting for you. Spencer notices first and gently taps Hotch’s hand that still rests on your right thigh, signaling that you’re ready.
When Hotch and Spencer had discussed your birthday gift they had decided that, even though they’re both dominant, Spencer would take the lead on timing and the flow of events since he knows you best. At Spencer’s signal both men start to press forward.
The feeling is overwhelming. It starts as a simple invasion enveloping the whole space in between your thighs, but as they continue to press into you the pressure builds. They feel much bigger than anticipated. You obviously had seen how big they were, and you were well acquainted with Spencer’s size, but your gauge must have been off. You noticed Hotch was a bit thicker than Spencer but not nearly as long and figured that wouldn’t be much of an issue, but with both of them at once? You were stretched to your limits. It was a heavenly feeling, the slight burn as you try to accommodate them both, the pulse and throb coming from them, the heaviness in your core as your body releases all kinds of happy chemicals. You are so distracted that you almost miss their reactions. “Fffffuck,” Spencer’s head falls forward onto your shoulder. “Holy shit,” Hotch’s voice is low, almost animalistic, as he feels you for the first time. You let out a high moan, your head lolling forward slightly as you squeeze your eyes shut. As they both bottom out you whimper softly and lean forward against Hotch’s form. They pause for a moment to let you adjust, the feeling is amazing but also a lot to take in at once. You let yourself relax, trying to not tense around them so you can properly enjoy the feeling.
After giving yourself some time, you pipe up, “g-green.” “Are you sure, we can wait a min-,” Spencer starts, obviously panting and awaiting the go ahead. “Spence,” you moan, “green.” With that he starts to slide back out of you, slowly tugging on the bundle of feeling in your gut. When he has pulled out, except for the very crown, he begins to slide back in and Hotch makes his move. He begins to pull out, passing Spencer as he does so you don’t have a moment of feeling empty. “O-oh fuck,” you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck to cling to something and center yourself.
Without noticing, you tense around them eliciting deep moans that make your walls flutter. “This was so worth the wait,” Hotch mutters against the side of your head. Their movements overwhelm every other sense, you’re completely lost in the moment and you never want it to end. Once Spencer feels you’ve adjusted enough, he starts to pick up the pace with Hotch following his speed. You let out a loud moan, “oh my god Spence,” your thighs start to shake from the all consuming pleasure wracking your body. “I know, I know pretty girl,” he whispers, kissing the nape of your neck, “you’re doing so good for us.” “You were really holding out on me,” groans Hotch, “I didn’t know you had such good cunt that you like to just share with people. We should’ve had that talk forever ago.”
You turn your head up slightly and start kissing Hotch’s neck gently. He jolts in surprise, “aw look at that, you like it when I talk about you like you're not here? Or do you just like it when I compliment that pretty pussy of yours?” You flush at his words, the lack of professional talk and composer jarring to you after knowing Hotch for so long. You nip him lightly, smiling when he groans. “Fuck, you’re such a good slut,” he grips you harder, beginning to move faster. “She’s wanted you for so long,” Spencer laughs, “you should see how she gets when you accidentally say something too suggestive to her.” “Oh yeah,” he slides one hand up your body, “I bet it’s adorably pathetic.” “Completely,” Spencer pants, “I mean, just look how fucked out she is right now.”
The men chuckle at you, but you can’t find it in yourself to be offended, the condescension is actually enthralling.
Hotch’s hand finds your jaw and pulls you up, interrupting your plan to kiss his neck until your lips fall off. You whine and try to turn your head away from him but he just holds you tighter. “Are you gonna show me how pathetic I can make you act,” his gaze is intense, burning into you and igniting something deep inside you. Now moving at a regular pace, Spencer reaches around you to find your clit. Moans and whimpers tumble out of your lips as Hotch stares at you, your eyes dart around trying to avoid his fiery look. Spencer pushes on your almost over-sensitive clit and you almost scream, shutting your eyes tight.
“Look at him,” you hear your boyfriend whisper against your ear. You open your eyes again and meet his, he’s still watching you intently, a soft flush across his cheeks and a look of bliss creeping onto his face. “You like the attention I give you, don’t you?” “Mhm,” you nod your head stiffly in his hand. “You like how I look at you when you wear those tiny skirts and low cut dresses,” he practically growls in his attempt to suppress a moan. “You like how I think about bending you over and marking you as mine every time I catch you staring at me,” that time it is a growl. The sound makes your body feel like it’s vibrating, tugging at the well of pleasure in your core. “You like how I could tell you were desperate to have my cock inside you, or did you think I was too stupid to notice how you look at me,” he questioned harshly. You hadn’t really thought you were being obvious, you hoped you just came off as awkward, but now that you’re thinking about it you definitely could see how he’d figure it out. “Y-you knew,” you gasp as he slides against that soft spot inside you. “Of course he did,” your boyfriends laugh is breathy as he continues to fuck into you.
Your eyes dart away from Hotch’s gaze, but he simply adjusts you so you’re looking at him again. “Don’t get all shy now, show me how much you want me, even if we all know,” he drags his thumb up the side of your face harshly, stopping it to rest on your bottom lip. You obediently open your mouth, swirling your tongue around the digit before closing your lips around him. “That’s a girl,” his voice rumbles through your chest, low and inviting. Spencer’s hand comes up to rest against your throat, just under Hotch’s. He squeezes, gently at first, then with more force until your face feels warm and your brain feels fuzzy. He lets up and just keeps his hand in place, the promise that he might do it again making your body feel electric. You start to try moving your hips back against them as you feel the building pleasure threaten to overtake your body.
“Look at her, so greedy,” Spencer chuckles, squeezing your throat again. “So greedy, it’s honestly pitiful,” Hotch replies. “You’re being much more obedient than usual, maybe I should let our friend here use you more often,” Spencer whispers next to your ear, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Spence-,” you whine around Hotch’s thumb, unsure if you’re trying to say yes or no to the proposition. “Oh yeah? You’re being good just for me,” Hotch’s voice is husky with pleasure. “I think you scare her, Hotch,” Spencer tries to hide the moan in his voice. “Aw, do I scare you, baby, you think I’m going to hurt you or something,” he maneuvers your face up and back just to show he can do whatever he wants to you. “Ya’ know, I think she wants you to hurt her,” Spencer releases his grip again and you gasp. “I think so too,” his gaze darkens, “you want me to hurt you, baby?” You try to nod, whimpering slightly as Spencer thrusts into you particularly hard. “Good girl,” he growls. With that he tightens his grip on your jaw and twists your face away from him, exposing your collarbones better. Spencer shifts slightly to give him better access before beginning to choke you again. Aaron leans down and bites you hard, you nearly scream as everything finally crescendos.
The pleasure that’s been building up in you this whole time all crashes against you. A wave of bliss overtakes you and you tighten and pulse around them. Your whole body stiffens as your thighs and arms shake, the fire they lit inside you finally consuming everything as white hot pleasure shoots through you. “Holy f-fffuck,” Spencer’s breath hitches. “God, that sweet pussy is so tight,” Hotch growls, teeth still pressing harder to your skin.
You’re so overwhelmed by your body’s reaction that you don’t realize you’re almost screaming. “A-Aaron,” you practically wail. His body stiffens at the sudden utterance of his first name. “G-god,” he moans almost to himself, a quiet acknowledgment that he’s not ever letting this experience go. Your head lolls back onto Spencer’s shoulder, breathless and blissed out, you feel their paces growing sloppy as they reach their own ends. “Look at how cock drunk she is for us,” Hotch chuckles darkly. “So beautiful,” Spencer pants, “I’m so close, Angel.” Hotch grunts, seemingly in agreement, as his hands around your jaw and waist tighten. You whine, overstimulated and satisfied, squirming subconsciously to escape their punishing pace. “I know Angel, just hold o-on for a second longer,” Spencer grunts. “You can take it,” Aaron urges you on, “be a good slut and take it, we know you can.”
With a final deep thrust that leaves you keening under their touch, you feel warmth unfolding inside you as they cum. You feel every pulse and throb from them as they fuck you through their orgasms. Hotch collapses forward, hand sliding back down your body as his forehead makes contact with your shoulder, panting hard. Spencer kisses your neck slightly in between heaving breaths. You sit there, soaking in the moment, feeling floaty and warm.
Spencer rubs your throat where he’d been holding as he starts to ease out of you. “I’m gonna go get you a towel Angel,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head before sliding off the bed. Aaron eases out of you, soothing over your hair when you wince from the feeling, and scoots you off him. He gently lays you down on the bed, “you did so good sweetheart, that was amazing.” Spencer returns with the towel and starts to help you clean up. Hotch rubs comforting circles into your thighs when he notices them still shaking slightly.
As the men help to make you comfortable you think to yourself, “best birthday ever.”
