spencer reid x fem!reader; +18; coworkers; semi-public sex/kissing; workplace inappropriateness; unprotected sex | wc: 3k
Another night of extra work at BAU in which you squinted against the blue light of the computer and tried not to get lost in the countless words about the various cases that needed to be filed - which Penelope could easily help with, but had already left with the rest of the gyus - and then, on paper, placed in Aaron's hands the next morning as soon as possible.
"Being so close to the computer harms your eyesight." Reid's calm voice echoed, and you remembered that he was there too. So entertained at work that you forgot that he was present and the real reason he stayed. Well, he could have left with Hotch, but the look you gave him made him refuse, and Hotch trusted Reid more to keep the BAU locked safe and sound during the night. "Don't tell me, genius."
You sighed heavily and pulled away from the screen, straightening your posture with the back of your chair, stretching the aching limbs of your body and stared at Reid, who read a thick book and had been in the same upright position for a long time if you weren't mistaken. You were silent for a while, just watching him. You weren't profiling him or anything. You just let yourself get lost in the figure that was Reid; The hair arranged with gel, the eyebrows and eyes tight in concentration behind the lenses of the glasses that insisted on falling off, the tip of his tongue wetting his mouth, the neck and the collar of the T-shirt that covered the accentuated collarbone that you had already left lipstick marks in hurried kisses and bites. You ran your tongue over your lower lip, remembering certain moments shared with your genius colleague in that same office and in that same situation.
Maybe a little different, since when you and Reid happened to have sex at the office it wasn't planned or anything, you just happened to be dealing with extensive paperwork when Reid let a very suggestive question come out of his mouth, and you, tired and frustrated from so much work and no sexual reward with the few partners you've had, decided to combine two wishes at the same time, and dragged Reid to the nearest bathroom, ending up having the best orgasm of your life with your colleague kneeling between your legs, his hands grabbing your waist tightly as he ate you out, wet and munch, moaning against your pussy as you intertwined your fingers in his curled strands and pinned him against you, his name leaving your lips in a whine.
You came back to reality when he waved a hand in front of your face, still on the other side of the table. You blinked a few times, trying to push those images out of your head, but the warmth that filled your body just thinking about those hands touching you and his sighs, and his stayed there with you were too opportune for you to let slip through your fingers. "You've been doing the same job for a long time. I can see from afar that you are tense. I already told you, I can help with the work."
You ran your hands over your face and ruffled your hair, stretching your legs in the little space you had, and returned to face Reid, who was waiting for an answer, still reading the book. You smiled roguely as you thought of a way he could help you with all the tension in your body. You slammed your hands on the arms of the chair and stood up, pointing a finger at him, who finally looked at you. "I do my job, genius. But I know how you can help me."
Reid rested the book on the table and gestured with his hand for you to speak, and he would be ready to help you. You took a deep breath, controlling yourself not to leave your intention in your face when you saw him so helpful, so gulible with those beautiful bright brown eyes. "Come with me to get some coffee and take a break." Reid raised his eyebrows but stood up and followed you out of the bullpen, walking side by side with you toward the BAU kitchen while citing a few ways to relieve stress.
Before you got to the kitchen, you grabbed his arm and dragged him to the nearest door, entering the bathroom and out of sight of whatever camera had in the hallway. Reid let out an exclamation as he was pulled into the bathroom and shoved into a stall, falling sitting on the closed lid of the toilet as you locked the door, sharing the small space with him. "What about your coffee?" Reid swallowed hard when he saw your fingers undoing the first buttons of your blouse, showing some of your breasts held by the white bra as you approached him, trapping him sitting on the toilet, his hands automatically going to your waist.
You puffed out your chest, pushing it into Reid's face, who parted his mouth as he alternated his gaze between your face and tits, his fingers squeezing your waist. You slid a hand from his cheek to the strands behind the back of his neck and pulled his head back, smiling as you heard him grunt, and horniness spread through your body. "You're my coffee." You leaned in, bringing your lips close to his ear, giving light wet kisses under his ear, feeling him wince, and whispered. "You have an obligation to relieve the tension in my body and keep me awake the rest of the night, Dr. Spencer Reid."
Reid let out a moan as you sat on his lap, rolling lightly on his crotch and feeling your tongue on his neck. You held his chin, finding his brown eyes shining at you and Reid nodded, pinning you on top of him tightly. "Good boy."
You didn't know that kissing Reid, having him hold you tight like he wanted you attached to him was so good until you felt him for the first time; His inexperience, but the urgency of the act and the speed of taking what he had to do to have you rubbing against him, sighing against his mouth made everything more interesting. The second time kissing him and feeling his hands run down your body, the hot muffled breath, the wet noise of the kiss and his bulge poking your ass was electrifying. Maybe it was the way Reid kissed you with desire, his tongue in tune with yours, exploring your mouth, his hands passing and squeezing the right places, crumpling your clothes as intensely as you wanted his on the floor, his desire emanating from his body and the way when you separated the kiss he went after you until you had your mouth stuck to his again.
Spencer Reid was like a drug, once you tasted it was impossible to forget and you were always going to want more.
"Reid..." You sighed against his mouth, pulling back a bit to catch your breath, running your hands through his shattered hair to push him away, soon being shut up by his swollen and wet mouth in yours. You shudder as you felt his fingertips sliding down your back and rolled against him, feeling him push his waist against you, both squeezing each other with the sensation. "Reid... I need you... Now. Spencer."
Reid grunted as you separated from his mouth, a small alloy of saliva connecting your red, swollen mouths. He stared at you with those begging round eyes, rosy cheeks and spiky hair, the collar of his shirt rumpled from your hurried hands. You moaned when you saw him and lost control, lifting a little of his legs, enough for you to raise your pencil skirt, curling up your thighs covered by pantyhose. You grunted in anger, trying to get rid of the layers of clothing that separated you from feeling him better. "There you go." Reid said as soon as he unzipped the side of your skirt and helped you push the fabric up your waist, his fingers squeezing your legs in the process.
He moaned at the sight of the white lace panties through the black pantyhose and you smiled, lifting his chin with a finger. "Take off the rest and I'm all yours, Dr." You slid a hand across the bulge of his pants, watching him hang his head and moan, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Your desire, my command." Spencer grumbled between sighs, his brown eyes shining with desire, and he brought his hands to the sides of your thighs, feeling the fabric of the pantyhose as he ran his fingers up close to where you needed him most. You mumbled his name, resting your hands on the sides of the cabin as you felt his long, nimble fingertips brushing your intimacy, rolling for more contact. "Oh, Spencer..." You moaned, squinting and throwing your head back as Spencer rubbed two fingers against your clit and circled slowly.
"I wished to eat you out again..." Spencer whispered softly, still working his fingers on you, having you sighing and rolling against his fingers. You forced yourself to open your eyes to look at him, finding the brown eyes focused on the middle of your legs where his fingers worked harder and faster. Spencer probably didn't realize that he had let that desire out and you were happy to know that you also was in his head since that day. The warmth spread through your body as you thought about what Spencer fantasized about you and how he would use his tongue and fingers on you; you moaned at the thought, tightening Spencer's fingers between your legs.
"Another time, baby." You answered, holding his arm where it was and used the entire length of his hand to his wrist to stimulate you, feeling your clitoris throb and panties get wetter. "Fuuck..." Spencer grunted at the sight, licking his mouth and used both hands to rip your pantyhose between your legs, pulling out a scream in surprise as he pressed his thumb against you in a slow press and two fingers sinking your panties into your folds.
"So wet..." He looked away to your face and smiled wide as he saw you biting your mouth to hold back loud moans, eyes shining with desire. "Thinking about sexual activities with co-workers during work hours is very unprofessional." You were about to make fun of him, swallowing what you were going to say when you felt him pull away your panties and rub his fingers between your folds, spreading your liquid all over your pussy. You squeezed a hand on his shoulder, feeling your legs tremble as you had two fingers penetrating you, the burning of the thickness of his fingers and the feeling of having them going deep made you moan his name and squeeze your fingers inside you. "As if you had a place to speak by saying that you want to eat me out again and sustaining all this bulge here." You squeezed his cock over the fabric, rubbing your palm and Spencer winced, moaning your name.
You undid the belt and zipper of his pants quickly, with his help by pulling his underwear halfway up his thighs, freeing his hard cock already expelling pre-cum on the pink head. The muffled voices of the two of you echoed through the bathroom as you masturbated; Spencer's fingers in and out of your pussy quickly as you accelerated the hand movements on his cock, squeezing his head only to see him whimper and sigh heavily.
"Spencer, I need you inside me. Now." You clasped your hands on his shoulders to accentuate your need. Spencer pulled his wet fingers out of you and grabbed you by the waist as you returned to his lap, lining up his cock with your entrance. His eyes widening when he noticed that you two were about to have properly sex, his cock inside your pussy, in the bathroom of the BAU. "I don't have a condom here with me. You..."
"I'm on the pill." You cut him and squeezed his shoulders as you went down on his cock, feeling his thickness and size widening you perfectly. You rested your head on his, controlling your breathing, feeling your body catch fire with the feeling of him filling you completely. "Oh my God, don't move now. Please." Spencer asked, pushing his forehead against yours and squeezing your waist tightly.
You stood still, smiling as you felt him pulsing inside you until he started to move calmly, going deeper inside you and making you sigh loudly and attach yourself to his body. "Spencer..." You had your face buried in the crook of his neck as you rolled against him, your ass meeting his thighs loudly and your clit brushed against his crotch, both moaning breathlessly into each other's arms.
"You... You're so good... So hot... Oh!" Spencer moaned loudly as you pressed your gummy walls to the head of his cock and went back down and up quickly, his waist finding your movements, making you moan at the pace he buried himself in you, his head hanging back against the tile as you dug your nails into the thin fabric of his rumpled shirt. "Spencer... Spencer... Oh-Spen... So good..."
You half-opened your eyes, watching Spencer struggle to keep his eyes open and glued where his wet cock appeared and disappeared inside you. You smiled roguely, running a hand up the warm, red skin of his chest and squeezed his chin, forcing him to look at you, his brown eyes blown in pleasure. "You're good, Spencer."
You pulled him into a languid kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and his hands grabbed your back, squeezing you against him and moved at your pace. The muffled noise of the wet kiss and the moans, the crackling noise of skin to skin, the horniness, the heat, the desire of the two of you, the bubble that you both created in the comfort of that bathroom cubicle that you even forgot you were still in the BAU.
"I.. I'm going to cum... I-" Spencer stammered, squeezing his fingers on any part of your body, his waist movements losing rhythm and his thighs trembling. You knew he was close to cumming just by the way his cock twitched inside you, but you were also close to cumming, feeling that knot in your lower abdomen tightening. "It's okay, baby. I'm also close..." You whispered against his lips and slid a hand to your clit, being stopped by Spencer, who stared at you incredulously and did the work for you.
A little more and you two would be in paradise, trapped in each other's arms and high.
Suddenly the bathroom door crashed against the wall, startling both of you who widened your eyes and looked at each other scared, stopping in the middle of the act. You two disheveled, red and panting, swollen mouths, totally surrendered in the act. If you were caught at that moment, it was the end of the line for both of you. There was no denying the situation of the two and the smell of sex in the air.
Noises were present in the bathroom and you deduced that it was someone from the cleaning, forgetting that they worked at night and not in the middle of the BAU's people rush in the morning.
Spencer squeezed your waist, bringing you back to reality and stared at you, his brown eyes wide and lost, his mouth gesturing something you didn't understand. You clasped a hand in his mouth and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Be quiet and we'll end up unnoticed." Spencer nodded quickly and you silenced again. "You don't want to be seen balls deep inside a colleague at BAU during office hours, do you?"
Spencer shook his head, but the pulse that his cock inside you gave, was no mistake. You smiled widely, pressing his head against the tile and muffling the moan he let out when you started moving again. You were so close to cumming and relieving all that tension and giving a reason for that stressful night that it wouldn't be the risk of being caught and expelled permanently from the job that would make you stop now.
You continued to move, searching for your high and taking Spencer along, who returned his hand to your clit in slow, circular motions, making you smile and bite your lip. "Does the idea of being caught fucking a colleague excites you? Huh, baby?"
Spencer squeezed his eyes, panting against your fingers as he felt the orgasm approaching and felt your pussy squeezing him, speeding up the movements for you to cum too. You giggled at his exasperation. "We have a little perverted doctor who wants to get caught having sex at work. Mmh, dirty boy."
You rolled your eyes as you felt the head of Spencer's cock hit deep inside you, making you rest your head against his neck. "You can cum inside, Spencer. Please." You clasped your hand on his mouth as you felt the hot jet filling you at the same time you came on his cock, biting his neck to muffle your moan.
After the cleaning person left the bathroom and you calmed down from your high, cleaning yourself with what you had in the cabin and adjusting your clothes as best you could, you unlocked the door and went out to check if you were alone.
You threw water on your face and calmed down, looking at yourself in the mirror for any clue that gave away the activity you were doing. You saw in the mirror Spencer leaning against the cabin door, his eyebrows knitted together as he looked at the floor and his legs trembled.
You chuckled and got a curse from him. You helped him walk to the sink and did his hair in the best way, you also fixed the collar of his shirt to hide the marks you left. "You owe me a pair of new pantyhose, Dr. Spencer Reid."
Spencer opened and closed his mouth a few times, incredulous with you. He snorted and regained his posture. "Well. I'm glad I was a help, agent."
You laughed out loud, running your hands over his chest and held him by the shoulders, standing on tiptoe to kiss Reid's pout. "Thank you very much, dear co-worker. I hope we can help each other more often."
Reid widened his eyes, his mouth dropping open, his posture unarmed. You could see the thoughts forming in his head and you laughed once more, pushing his chin close, and left the bathroom adjusting your skirt, running your hands over your tight ass in the skirt, knowing that Reid's eyes were following your movements and smiled as you walked out the door, leaving him behind.
@iwashie 2025, please do not translate, modify or republish my work
Finan x f!reader; +18; maybe lovers; adults, none season related, kinda bratty reader, outdoor sex (ikn this man likes strong woman);
Being part of Uthred's group had its good and bad moments, even though you were the only woman. Death constantly followed you, but apart from that and every once in a while the fights, you were like a family. Always protecting each other, even though you were not a warrior, but knew how to fight with a sword, they never let you go to war; They had a great sense of protection with you and usually your job was to be the messenger and protector of women when there was one in the group.
It was tiring to be on the road all the time, but it was also cool to see new places, new people, and new stories to laugh about among friends on drunken nights. The good days on the road, whether winter or summer, were filled with laughter and teasing, most you responding to Finan's flirtations and leaving him speechless.
It was also nice to train with them. One must know how to protect oneself by riding in a band of troubled warriors with Uthred as leader and Osferth to watch. You liked to see them training the boy, even if most of the time they just teased him.
"Go easy on him, bully." You said, approaching Osferth and Finan practicing the boy's sword moves. Finan beat him more than actually taught, and that made his sense of protection with him whistle.
"He needs to learn," Finan pointed the wooden sword at him and you clicked your tongue. "And you learn by being beaten." You rolled your eyes as you listened. You guys spent so much time together that you already spoke alike, like Finan imitating Uthred.
You stopped near Osferth and stroked his shattered and wet with sweat hair, listening to Finan's grumbling on the side. "Why did you choose this guy to teach you? He only knows how to bark." You said and Finan complained, making Osferth laugh softly. "I know a lot more than he does, and I'm kinder."
Finan snorted and you both looked at him. "Then let's see if you're really good." He pointed the wooden sword at Osferth's hand for you to pick up. "Let's bet your trip to the ground, honey."
You laughed, accepting the challenge and took the wooden sword, pushing the boy aside. "Watch and learn. That's how it's done."
You knew very well how to fight with a sword. Before you were rescued and forced your way into the party, you were already practicing with a wooden sword and now you had Uthred constantly teaching you; making sure that you would be prepared enough for solo trips. Besides you always covered their backs in fights in the open field and always saved Sihtric's ass when he was too drunk and chasing trouble in bars.
You knew Finan's strength, but he also knew yours. You could handle it quietly. "Get ready to kiss the ground, big boy."
In Osferth's eyes it seemed that you were playing, or dancing, almost rehearsed, as you dodged each other's attacks and charged hard, slamming the wooden swords.
A dance. You could tell that the two of you danced around each other, close enough but never touching each other. Well, you had already touched; eager kisses and rushed hands over the bodies when you were drunk, but it didn't go beyond that because a fight interrupted the making out session. This, you and Finan, didn't start from nothing. It happened a little while after you joined the group and got intimate, with Finan always commenting on certain things, and to his and the group's surprise, you had a tongue as sharp as his and loved a tease.
You two were usually the reason for the laughter always being present in the group; you corresponding to the flirtations and petnames that Finan gave you. You felt the truth in his lines as much as in his glances, but after that interrupted day, you never tried anything again.
You could see the smile on the lips almost hidden by Finan's beard, knowing he was enjoying it like you, but it was time to end. You advanced and made Finan retreat, and you took advantage when he needed to look where he stepped to get closer, hitting his sword and sweeping him, which took him to the ground, surprised. But from last second and instinct, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the ground with him.
You fell down with a muffled, aching sound, almost banging your heads, and Finan's hands automatically went to your waist. You took a long time to assimilate what had happened and when you realized that you fell sitting on his lap, you froze, your eyes wide and your heart pounding as you stared at him, happy, under you. The two of you were silent, lost in each other's gaze and returned to reality when Osferth, next to both of you, cleared his throat.
"I won." Finan displayed the smile that made you roll your eyes and your heart pound. You rolled your eyes and rested your hands on his chest to move away. "You're on the ground and I'm literally on top of you, Finan."
"Still my point." He smiled wide and clasped his hands on her waist. You opened your mouth and slammed your fist on his shoulder when you realized his intention to speak, and stood up, leaving him on the floor. "Won't you help me, honey?"
You passed Osferth, who avoided looking in your direction, and slammed his sword into his body. "That's how you beat big boys." Finan stood up, saying you were a sore loser as you walked away.
You hid your smirk and racing heart when you heard his words. Finan, even though he had all that personality, sharp tongue and flirtatiousness way, was a great man; He was reliable, loyal, kind, intelligent, funny, affectionate, beautiful, a good kisser and shaked your heart.
The place you set up camp was very hot with the sun beating directly on the place you lit the fire, choosing to hide the tents in the shade of the trees. You ate and commented on some things about the journey ahead and remembered funny stories. After lunch, you rested in the shadows, but the heat and smell exuding from your body was bothering you.
You said you were going to the lake a little further down from where you were and soon coming back, leaving as soon as Finan came back from reconnaissance of the surroundings, questioning where you were going and following you, getting a warning from Uthred to come back in two hours - you could feel the smile in his words - and snide comments from the other two to have fun, making you laugh out loud and reply, "I'm gonna finish him off. Again."
The prairie around the lake shone beautifully in life with summer and the sight of the blue water was tempting. You didn't wait for Finan to approach, heading near the lake and starting to take off your clothes. "Wow! We did not discuss my prize for winning, but I won't complain if it's like that." Finan hissed at the sight of you without clothes and turned to him, shamelessly displaying your body to his sore eyes.
"I won, so it's my prize, actually." You rested a hand on your waist and smiled as you saw Finan's eyes wandering over your body. "I decide what my prize will be. And you better get in that water and take a decent shower if you want to hump with me. I smell you for miles." You turned your back to him and entered the water, feeling the ice relax your body and took the opportunity to swim.
Finan was still on the grass, staring at you in the water. "Do you want to fuck me?" You laughed out loud. "Yes. It's my prize pick, and if you want to enjoy the fact that I'm horny and wanting to fuck, you better get in the water and wash up."
"You're the devil trying to take me to hell, woman." Finan grumbled, running his hands through his hair, and it didn't take long for his sword and layers of clothing to be on the ground. "Big boy, indeed." You whistled, eyes on the thick and half-hard cock between his legs. Finan shrugged, smirking, and ran into the water, jumping into the icy water and swimming towards you, holding you in his strong arms and pulling you close, your face brushing against his.
"I'm not fucking you dirty like that." You whispered against his lips, feeling his beard tickle you as his hands squeezed every corner of your body. "You can make sure of the cleanliness while I get you ready, darling." He grumbled against your neck and stared back at you as you ran your hands through his hair, wetting the strands and intertwining your fingers on the back of his neck, pulling him close until you kissed with desire and one hand of his slid to the middle of your legs.
"Having sex outdoors wasn't on my list, but I don't complain." Finan mumbled against your body, his mouth marking every bit of your skin as you rubbed against his hard cock and kept him sitting in your clothes on the grass.
"Just like Adam and Eve, good Christian boy." You replied in a giggle, making him laugh against you and then moan muffled as you sit slowly, the warmth of your gummy insides hugging his thick cock. "Finan.. Fuck..." You moaned, squeezing his shoulders as you felt him fully inside you.
You waited a little while, hugging, lost in the pleasure of feeling each other completely. You began to move slowly, teasing Finan, who had one calloused hand squeezing your breast and the other supporting the body of both of you.
"Finan... Fuck.. Good..." You moaned loudly, going up and down in quick movements, the noise of your ass against his thick thighs and her wet pussy swallowing his cock. "Damn it, woman... You're going to kill me like this.. squeezing me so tight..."
You grabbed the strands of the back of his neck as you felt his mouth biting the skin of your neck and descending the nibbles to your nipple, throwing your head back and moaning louder and louder as you increased the pace you rode on him.
Finan's big, warm hands roamed your body, squeezing and clawing from your shoulders to ass, pinning you against him. You felt closer to cumming as you felt the thick cock filling you completely, coming out and going deep inside you, your legs shaking slightly. "I've got you, honey." Finan whispered between your neck and shoulder, making you laugh with the feel of his beard, and his hands going down to the bands of your ass.
You stopped boucing, grabbing his wrists and pushed him lying on the grass, holding his hands above his head. Finan raised an eyebrow, but had a smirk on his lips. "I'm in charge here, big boy."
Finan hissed and rested his head on his arms as you let go of him and let you take the lead, sliding your hands down his chest, clawing at his nipples lightly just to see him shudder and feel him throb inside you. You palmed your hands on his chest, arranging your sitting position on him, and smiled widely. "I'm going to finish you off, big boy."
You went up and down with more speed and force, the noise of skin against skin echoing through the open place as well as your whimpers and the grunts of Finan, who controlled himself not to grab you and finish it. You clamped and released the muscles around his cock, alternating movements between up and down and rolling, brushing your clit against his hairy pelvis, sending waves of pleasure to both of you.
Finan had his eyes half-open, the sunlight shining behind you blinded him in a flash and your figure was almost like of an angel leading him to the gates of paradise with your movements. "An angel..." He moaned softly, lost in the pleasure you gave him and also for hearing your moans and feeling how good you felt when using him.
You laughed weakly, raising a hand to his neck, squeezing lightly, and leaning forward, without stopping riding, and whispered against his lips. "No. I'm the devil taking you to hell, baby."
You huffed as you heard his grunt, his eyes rolling in pleasure and lifting his waist to meet your moves. You gasped on a moan, feeling his cock hit deep inside you, having you curl your toes and squeeze his cock, your orgasm washing you in a tremor, his name coming out of your lips in a cry. "Damn it, Finan. So good!"
He warned you that he was also close to cumming and you got off him in clumsy movements, soft from the intense orgasm, soon feeling his hot and sticky liquid on your belly. "Sorry. I didn't know where..." Finan's voice died as he saw you wipe his cum from your skin with your fingers and bring them to your mouth, your lips wrapped around your fingers and pulled into a crooked smile, having the man's eyes glazed over your figure.
"You really are the devil, woman." You laughed and pushed him lying back down, nestling in him and feeling his heartbeat still racing and his breathing unregulated. He brushed the sweat-soaked strands away from your face, taking the opportunity to caress your face with his fingertips, making you close your eyes and hum.
You two lay down, hugging, calming down from the orgasm and feeling the sun warm your skin and the tranquility of the place. Finan's gigle brought you out of your lethargy and you stared at him. "You know how to fight, you're smart and beautiful, and rides like no one else. What a fascinating woman."
You laughed and moved, leaning on one hand so you could face him; His dark shining eyes focused on your figure, and a smile on his face. "You haven't seen me riding yet, big boy. That was nothing." You gave him a quick kiss and got up, telling him to do the same and suggested another bath, to remove the smell of sex and take advantage of the fact that you two had water and didn't know when would have another opportunity to take a shower.
"For a second I thought you wanted to have sex again. With or without water." Finan said, squinting to face you against the sun. You sniffed and took his outstretched hand, pulling him to his feet and letting yourself be pulled into his body. "It was a good prize. If you behave we can repeat it and I'll show you how I really ride, big boy." He slid his hands down your back, giving you goosebumps and stopped at your ass, squeezing hard, leaving you on tiptoe. "Perhaps you can finish inside."
Finan widened his eyes, his mouth dropping open and you disengaged from him. "Would it be appropriate?" He asked, seeing you walk to the lake again. You shrugged and stepped into the water. "Only if I'm your woman, I suppose."
Finan was soon with you in the water, swimming close each time you ran away and threw water on him, laughing. "Well, aren't you my wife already?" You laughed out loud, and felt his hand pull your arm and bring you closer, facing him. "Lucky my tent is available to you tonight, honey."
"I might accept your invitation to visit your tent tonight, Finan." You ran your hands through his hair, tossing it back, and went around his face to his lips. "Only if I have a good time."
"You're sure to have a good time if you promise to keep quiet." He gave you a long kiss, feeling your smile form. "I like to be loud." You waved your eyebrows suggestively, and you both laughed.
Finan knew you wouldn't be quiet, not when minutes before you'd been moaning to the four corners how good it was to fuck him. The boys up there probably heard you two. "They might listen to us and you'd traumatize poor Osferth."
You both laughed again, remembering the faces and mouths the boy made when he was forced to go to certain places by the mission. You felt his hands caress your thighs, and you intertwined your legs around his waist, feeling him semi hard again. "Then keep me be quiet, big boy."
"Will be my pleasure, honey." You saw a rogue smile grow on Finan's lips and pulled him into a languid kiss as you felt his hands guiding the movements of your waist against his.
You two had some more time left before you had to meet with the rest.
@iwashie 2025, please do not translate, modify, or republish my work
I'm back, with something for my handsome big boy Finan from tlk, but for my pretty ladies who love Sevika, I'm also working on something for you and her!
(I'm finally free from college and have time to work on writing again)
cowgirl!sevika/ saddle bronc rider sevika; drinking; strangers; +18 (sorry guys don't know much about rodeo and stuff. I just know the saying "save a horse, ride a cowboy") (thinking about a pt.2 for this one...)
It was your first rodeo and everything fascinated you, from the various food and drink stalls, from target shooting, mechanical bullfighting, to the loud music, the fireworks shining in the sky, the heat of the night and the mud sinking your boots.
You knew nothing about this world, but accepted the invitation of your friend, Caitlyn, a veteran in this environment. She quickly bought two glasses of beer, pushing one towards you and rushed you to the main attraction. The stadium wasn't that big, it was a small-town rodeo after all, but all the seats were occupied, a crowd of color and noise stirring through you as you followed Caitlyn's hand pulling you down the stairs until you reached the railing; the privileges of being the daughter of a rodeo sponsor.
You leaned against the railing, keeping a safe distance when you saw the horse jumping very close to the railing, unlike Caitlyn, who climbed into a division of the railing and screamed loudly; one hand holding the cup and the free hand holding the hat so it doesn't fly away. Her voice competed with that of two other women on the railing, a muscular one with pink hair and a skinny one with braided blue hair; Apparently the guy on the horse in the arena was their father. Caitlyn remembered explaining what saddle riding consisted of evaluating the ability of the rider to stay on the wild horse for 8 seconds, one hand in the air avoiding touching the horse, the other well attached to the buck rein attached to the halter, the feet caught in the stirrup and touching the spurs on the horse's shoulders in the first jumps. The evaluation was of the performance of the rider and the horse, the wilder, jumps and kicks there are, the better.
You sipped the beer, trying to assimilate what was happening there, watching everyone celebrate when a whistle sounded and the man jumped off the horse, running to the railing and hugging his daughters, everyone celebrating when they heard the score being announced. The man named Vander jumped over the fence and left with his daughters, freeing up space closer to the place where the competitors rode the horse. Caitlyn pulled you closer to what you heard be the squeeze chute, watching a tall, muscular brunette woman nod her head as she heard a slender man with scarred faces as the horse in the arena was picked up and a new one was placed for her. You paid attention to her movements; the way she adjusted herself in the saddle, checking the equipment on the horse's body, her left hand sliding on the rein to stick to the palm of her hand - according to Caitlyn -, passing the rein through the halter and attaching it to her left wrist.
Her eyes locked on you for a second. You couldn't look away from the bright gray, and a little smile formed on her face, the black dental guard shining at you as soon as her gaze scanned you, her right hand tucking her hat aside on her head and nodded at you. The skinny man tapped her black vest and pulled her hat tightly, rolling his eyes as he saw her nodding and holding the gate.
"Good luck, Vika!" Caitlyn screamed over the man's shoulder, drawing her attention, her grey eyes averting from you for a few seconds before she answered. "Hmph. Wish her luck because I'm riding her." Even with the noise and the dental protection, her voice echoed directly in your ear, giving you goosebumps all over.
The woman petted the horse, looked back at you both, and winked at you. Caitlyn hissed, a hand squeezing her shoulder, and the woman waved for them to open the gate. Eight seconds seemed to pass in slow motion for you who did not look away from the figure of that woman riding, receiving the jumps and kicks of the horse, receiving the agitation of the audience with a concentrated countenance, but a smile on her face.
You didn't understand why people would risk their lives for eight seconds, but the eight seconds of that woman changed your thinking and you were enchanted, not by the sport, but by her shining and dancing on top of the horse as if she belonged there. You smiled widely, drinking the beer and cheering with Caitlyn as the whistle blew and she stayed a few more seconds on the horse before jumping up and running to the railing, being greeted by the man and others.
She turned to the audience, raising her left hand and the people went wild. You clapped your hands, a rogue grin cracking on your lips as she jumped to your side of the railing, getting a hug from the man and congratulations from Caitlyn, her gray eyes glued to you and passed you, putting her hat aside again and walked away. You looked at Caitlyn and she was shocked, her blue eyes wide and her mouth open.
The competition continued until the last round, leaving only that muscular man from the beginning, Vander, and the brunette woman, Sevika. Caitlyn told you a little about her, saying that you had hit the jackpot of the night, but you didn't understand. After a few glasses of beer you were already at ease on the railing, screaming and celebrating along with Caitlyn, competing with the other two women who screamed for their father, looking at you two when his score was high. The last round was Sevika and she decided who was the winner and took the prize; She or Vander. She jumped over the chute rail, riding a different horse, wilder than the first one that almost threw her up when she sat down and straightened up. "What's the prize?" You asked, turning your gaze to Caitlyn, who was helping to hold Savika's horse and gained the attention of both of them. "20 thousand dollars in check and the silver buckle." Cait answered, and you nodded, looking at Sevika tidying up the bridle in her hand.
"And a nice bunny at the end of the night for the lucky winner." She spoke, looking directly at you and beckoned for them to open the gate. And once again she seemed to dance on top of the horse, the jumps and kicks more aggressive than before, throwing her body in all directions. You heard the grunt of the women from before next to you when the whistle sounded and her score was the highest of the night, making her the winner. You climbed onto the railing with Cait and shouted Sevika's name, who was trying to tame the horse at all costs, the men in the arena surrounding the animal to help her. An echo reverberated in the arena as she tamed the animal and brought it to the railing close to you. She took off her hat and put it on your head; the place fell silent and erupted in noise, Caitlyn screaming and shaking you enthusiastically.
You tried to hide your smile as you watched Sevika lift her buckle in one hand and the check in the other, encouraging the enthusiasm of the audience as the announcer recited her victories and the sky glowed with fireworks. Her hat decorating your head since you didn't have one. After the awards, the people in the stands spread out around the place and you followed Caitlyn to enjoy the rest of the night eating, drinking more and having fun.
You were shaking your last beer can of the night, smiling as you saw the people falling from the mechanical bull. "Hmph. Bunny's bounced around with my hat, huh?" You heard that voice behind you, shivering all over you and you straightened your posture, feeling her very close. "Enjoying the night, I see."
She leaned back against the railing next to you, resting her beer and her right arm on the wood and turned to you, her eyes shining as brightly as the flame of the cigarette stuck to her lips. You took the opportunity to take a closer look at her, from her silky black hair half tied half loose, the long-sleeved shirt under the protective vest adorned with the sponsors' brand, the jeans and brown leather chaps fastened under the silver buckle at her waist and the worn brown boots dirty with mud. You looked up at her beautiful face, her thick eyebrows, her eyes deep gray, one cheek marked, her full lips painted a dark color, her long, slender fingers holding her cigarette halfway.
You bit your lower lip, still staring at her as you tossed your hair back from your shoulder and rested your head on your hand, a finger lifting her hat out of your line of sight. Her gaze followed your movement and you felt your body catch fire. "That's right. My first rodeo and I had to make the most of it." You replied, drinking her face from the beer, returning her gaze, feeling your body respond to her charms.
"Won't you?" She broke the tension by pointing at the mechanical bull with her head and before you answered, Caitlyn's voice attracted the attention of both of you. The bluish one had fun on the mechanical bull with Vander's pink-haired daughter while the braided one accelerated the toy. "Nah. A bit tipsy for that." You dismissed it, shaking the can and looking at it again. She was closer and you noticed how tall she was and smelled of tobacco, mud and countryside. Sevika snorted, releasing the smoke on the opposite side of hers and leaned over her right arm, staying at her level. "Don't tell me you don't know how to ride."
You laughed out loud, moving closer to her, seeing your own reflection in her eyes as she approached your face. "I know how to ride." You shrugged. The amount of beer you drank and the reactions that woman caused you, the euphoria of being in a place full of excitement made you looser. Sevika whistled, extinguishing the cigarette on the wood and drinking the rest of the beer in one gulp, slamming the glass on the wood and straightened up, her figure standing out from his. “It's your first rodeo, you probably don't know, but there's a rule that if you wear the cowboy hat, you have to ride it afterwards." She sank her hat into your head, smiling at your startled reaction, finally understanding Caitlyn's enthusiasm. You pulled yourself together and smirked, gluing your bodies together and looked up. "Actually, I can show you how I ride..."
"Fuck... Ah, Sevika..." You threw your head back, hitting the roof of her car, your hands grabbing the driver's and passenger's seat for support as you rolled on Savika's fingers beneath you.
You opened your eyes, seeing her smile, the dark lipstick blurred by your eager kisses, her eyes shining with desire as she sank her fingers inside you, having you riding them and moaning slyly. Your liquid dripped down her hand, your gummy walls tightening as you felt her long, nimble fingers in and out, the three digits widening you in a torturous way that had you jumping and rubbing against her hand for more contact. "Sucking me so hard... Are my fingers good inside you, bunny?" Her voice echoed through the interior of the closed car and muffled with your panting breaths. "Feeling me so deep..."
You rolled your eyes in pleasure as she dug her three fingers deep into your soaking wet pussy and her thumb caressed your clit in slow strokes. "Vikaaa... Ngh! Soo good..."
"Is it? So ride me as if you were on top of a horse there in the competition." She slapped your ass with her free hand, laughing hoarsely when she heard your moan and licked her lips as she felt you squeeze your fingers, sucking them willingly as you jumped into her hand.
"Ngh! Vika..." You grabbed her hair as she buried her face in your tits, grabbing one and sucking hungrily, licking and nibbling as you went up and down, rolling and rubbing against her fingers. Even though her RAM was huge, you hit your head on the roof, bringing your hands to the four corners of the car, trying to stay on top of her without hurting yourself.
She laughed at the sight of your suffering and lay down more in the back seat, spreading her thick legs to accommodate you in the middle, laying you on her, your head very close to her ear to hear your loud and panting moans as her fingers worked on your pussy, the wet and loud noise of them leaving and entering you, and you twerking in it.
You clung to her, closing your eyes and clenching her fingers as she bent them, making you squirt into her hand and car. She whistled when you finished cumming, taking her fingers out and bringing them to her mouth, licking them clean and moaning with your taste. "Sweet like Tennessee Whiskey, doll."
You laughed softly, rebounding and leaned on her shoulders to pull away, sliding a hand down her face and intertwining your fingers in the back of her neck as you approached, kissing her slowly and sensually, taking your own taste. Her hands tightened around your waist, rising to your breasts and throat, giving you a slight squeeze, and you pulled away smiling.
"That was a real ride." She said as soon as you got off her, seeing your liquid in her pants, seats and the floor of the car, smiling widely. "Bunny is a real pro rider."
"You haven't seen anything yet, vika." You said, lying down in the clean part of the back seat, watching your legs shake. The suggestive tone of your speech made Sevika stare at you, an eyebrow raised and a rogue smile on her lips. "What? I said I'd show you how to ride. This was just a demonstration. Give me more space and you'll see a real ride."
You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively, smiling as you saw her shake her head and throw you your pants and panties that were thrown together with your boots as soon as you got into her car. You put them on, not bothering to zip them up as they would come off your body as soon as you arrived at the place Sevika was taking you as you two passed through the entrance to the rodeo venue. You saw Caitlyn in the arms of the pink-haired woman as you two passed the exit, and apparently, you weren't the only one who enjoyed the rodeo and was going to ride.
@iwashie 2025, please do not translate, modify or republish my works
biker!sevika x biker!reader; strangers; one night stand; +18
Just imagine traveling around the world alone in your bike, and your destination now is Hawaii. Riding your bike around the region, feeling the gentle breeze in your body, the smell of nature everywhere, the sound of the ocean, and pacif life; that's the best feeling in the world.
You park in a bar, see another bike like yours, and nod in approval, getting off of your bike and entering the place. The smell of food, beer, smoke, and nature creating a strange and good mix of smell. The heads turns to you and you smiled at them, receiving smiles back and heads to the counter, putting your helmet along the other helmet next to a tall, sturdy woman smoking and probably the owner of that bike.
"Good bike of yours." You commented, eating your food and drinking; a small smiling appeared when she looked at you. Damn, what a fucking hot woman looking you up and down and smiling, thanking you. You made small talk with that woman, getting to know a little about her and shared the love for bikers.
The day passed in between laughter, stories, food, drinks, smokes and music; you sang a music, slowly dancing while looking at her, smiling and playing your cards, knowing that her grey eyes were glued on you.
You could feel she was into just as you was into her, tiptoeing around each other during the day, flashing those looks and smiles, getting closer and closer to you, sharing her cigarette with you while you touched your knee onto hers.
The purple and pinky in the sky painted the most beautiful scenario along the green nature and ocean while you descended the stairs, almost tripping. Sevika followed right behind you, grabbing your waist to hold and put your back on your feet.
"Not surviving the ride back like this, doll." Her hands still in you hips and you giggled, sliding your hands up to her shoulders. Oh god, she was so tall, muscular and hot.
"Too high for that, vika... Why don't you give me a ride to the hotel?" You said, playing your cards and listened to her laugh. "And how are you paying me after?" She asked and you were too invested in her to notice that you were approaching her lips, and she was letting you do so. "However you like, Sevika."
"We're seeing when we get there, doll." She said, and after you secured your bike with the owner of the bar, you two left the place on her bike.
You rested your head on her broad back, your hands wrapped tightly around her waist, feeling the cold wind and the smell of her perfume mixed with cigarettes as the landscape passed by in a colorful blur until you arrived at the hotel.
She dropped you at your door with a firm hand on your waist and before you could speak she left to her room, leaving you biting your lower lip and thinking about her.
The next morning you were up early, getting back your bike and seizing the opportunity to swim. When you came back from the water you saw a tall figure near your bike, smoke covering the person face from afar, but you knew it was Sevika.
"You didn't let me thank you the proper way for yesterday night." You shouted as you approached and shivered at her eyes roaming your wet body, eyes lingering on your breasts and back to yours eyes. You stopped a few centimeters from her, looking up at those grey eyes and smiled. "Let me pay you, Sevika."
She let out the smoke, taking too long to respond, her eyes going to the scenarios behind you and on your figure again. "There's nothing I want from you, doll."
You stepped forward, making her sit on your bike and open her thick legs to accommodate you between them. You licked your lip, her eyes following the movement and copying, making you laugh and take the cigarette from her hand, inhaling and exhaling the smoke out slowly. "But I want something from you, Sevika."
"What is it, doll?" You leaned closer, hands on her thighs, going up and down in a caress, face close to her, your puppy eyes and pouty mouth so closer to hers. "You know what I want, vika."
There were a silent for a moment but the intensity she looked at you, her eyes demanding you to take an action and her body language calling you in. The electricity shared between you two since the first day at the bar, you two slowly getting in touch.
She finished her cigarette and her right hand found it's way to your salt, tangled hair, her left hand grabbing your waist and pulling you in a kiss. You wrapped your arms around her neck and kissed back, liking the way her lips fitted into yours, tongues in tune in the cigarette-tasting kiss while her hand roamed your body, squeezing your thigh and ass, pulling you onto her lap.
You didn't need to say, she was already pulling you riding pillion on your bike back to the hotel, hurried steps to her room in a messy make-out session in the hall. Your upper clothes were off your body as soon as the door closed on its way, and her hands were all over your body.
You fell sitting on the bed, hands going after her clothes, taking her coat and tank top in a hurry, sliding your hands down her torso while your lips marked where you reached. She grabbed your wrist when you opened her pants and threw you back on the bed, crawling over to you, pining you down.
"I'm getting my payment the way I like, doll." She skirted her thumb over your lips, and you nodded, licking the tip of her fingers as you caressed her thick thighs.
You grabbed her hair and body as she peppered your body with open mouth kisses, licking and sucking on your boobs at her liking, feeling your shiver and sigh.
"Vikaaa!" You hang your head back when she scratched your pussy over the fabric on purpose while getting down, kissing and biting your skin. She huffed a laughter on your pelvic, sliding your shorts and underwear off of your legs, raising her hands to your thighs, kneading the flesh and open them. "This wet already, doll."
She laughed when you grumbled and kissed your inner thigh before diving in your pussy, her flat tongue licking from bottom to top, giving a light kiss to your clit; you trembled from head to toes, hands grabbing the sheets, and when she opened your folds with her fingers, licking and sucking hard every part of your pussy, nose buried in your clit, tongue up and down, swirling, in and out of you, you cried her name, holding her head in place with trembling hands, your legs shaking so much as she devoured you so well.
"Vika.. Ngh! Oh, fuckk, vikaa!" You felt your orgasm coming, your whole body trembling, eyes shut and mouth opened, shouting her name in pure bliss. You arched your back, choking on a moan whe she thrusted two fingers inside your pussy and curled them up, hitting the right spot to make you squirt on her. "Vikaa!"
You were melting on the sheets and she had barely begun with you. She crawled up and kissed you hard, gripping your boobs and waist, pulling you on her thighs, her hands caressing your back and ass as you humped her thighs, too horny for that woman.
Sevika touched, stated, kissed and molded your body with care, attention and passion, having you wrapped around her fingers, making you see stars and call her name aloud when cumming so much, staining the sheets.
You two spent the day inside her room, enjoying the day together, having some food and shared smoke in between kisses, touches and conversation, too exhausted and fucked up too have more sex.
When the night come, after a long, hot shower you two went to beach, strolling around and appreciating the steamy night to get into the water. You threw some water at her and backed away with a squeal when she kicked more water at you, both of you laughing and happy with the moment.
You two had dinner at a local restaurant, you insisted on paying both meals, but she shushed you with a look and go back to the hotel with you saying you couldn't feel your legs, making her laugh and hold you by your hips.
She kissed you at your door, lingering while putting a lock of your hair behind your ear with one hand and the other on your back. She didn't say goodnight, she just walked over to her door and before she opened it, you pulled her into your room.
The next morning, you wake up all sore and feeling crushed by a heavy weight, glancing to your side and seeing Sevika sound asleep, one arm threw over your waist. You smiled, turning to her and appreciated that moment, knowing that it was your last day in Hawaii.
You didn't say goodbye neither she. She just accompanied you to the airport, helped with your stuff, and waited for you to take action. You stepped closer, hands os her face as she smoked, and you leaned in to shotgun kiss her, your tongue sliding past her parted lips in a last kiss, receiving a hard squeeze on your ass and walked over to the airport door.
Sevika got out of the place with a loud engine honking, and you smiled openly, wishing to find that woman again somewhere.
@iwashie 2025, please do not translate, modify or republish my works
Do you guys think Sevika would like a pillow princess? Personally, I think she wouldn't mind, okay let her do all the work cuz mommy knows how to pleasure her girl.
But, I'm sure she loves to see you desperately giving yourself pleasure, doing all the work.
"Yeah, baby, work that ass on my cock." She slaps your ass, seeing the mark of her hand getting red, and your ass on all four jingling as you throw back on her dildo, your back on a perfect arch for her. "So fucking good doing all the work, baby."
You shiver as she slides a finger along the dildo, making you grab the sheets, shoving your face on the pillow and muffling the moans leaving your puffy mouth, still working your waist and ass back and forth, feeling the shape of the dildo filling you and hitting the right spot inside your wet pussy.
Sevika's smile grows as she sees your movement getting erratic as you cream the base of the dildo, legs trembling and giving out as soon as you cum with a moan.
Or when you are on top, cowgirl is her favorite position for tiring days, and seeing you bouncing up and down, ass hitting her thick thighs, tits jumping on her face and your face showing all the pleasure you're feeling while she just lay down, an arm supporting her head, smokes and enjoying your show. She incentives you with a slap on the ass or grabbing your tits, pinching the nipples with her fingers, or sucking on them. She's gonna love if when in cowgirl you lean back, hands on her knees and do all the up and down, rub and sway of waist showing your pussy swallowing her, that damn lewd smirk on your face and hooded eyes looking directly at her... She's definitely grabbing your waist and pounding you or massaging your clit just to see you shiver and moan her name.
Extra points if you bring new positions and toys to bed when desperately doing all the work just because you can, want, and will use her to pleasure you as you wish.
Deku-sensei finally has some time to rest, away from the students and the piles of papers, and seizes to take away all the accumulated stress. Bakugou has been needing physical contact with his fiancé for weeks. Nothing a few glasses of wine can’t help.
Chapters: 1/1 (complete)
Rating: Explit
Language: English
Word: 4k
Archieve Warnings: None
Fandom: Boku No Hero/ My Hero Academia
Pairing: Bakudeku
Additional Tags: Sexual content, top!bakugou, bottom!deku, drunkes sex, established couple, adult characters, pro-her!bakugou, teacher!deku, read the tags
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