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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 10 months ago

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Okay-okay...I have thoughts...okay.

I realised that this isn't the first time I've read this but the first time I've reblogged this but this is hands down probably one of the most accurate Mingi fics I've read thus far right.

And I'm here with writers block about Mommy!Hwa so I was reading 'Mother Knows Best' for some inspiration and then I saw Mingi's pic and just thought 'Ehh- I'll read it again because WHY NOT?'

Y'all know hard dom and breeding are not the things I'm into but OMG THE IMAGE OF THIS 6'0 BROAD ARSE GIANT OF A MAN KNEELING JUST DOES THINGS OKAY?

And baby, my love, @justaaveragereader again- how can you say you're not a romantic when you write lines 'I would LIVE for you'

I don't know how to say this in a 'cool' way so I'm just going to say it.

If you weren't already in a happy and hearty relationship, I would hope I'd have a chance to shoot my shot 😭😭

Mine

Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Genre: Smut, Toxic Behavior, Dom! Mingi

Warning⛔️: Love Sick Obsessed Mingi, Possessive Sex, Talk Of Owning One Another, Pleasure Dom!Mingi, Breast Play, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Rough Sex, Manipulative Mingi, Oral (giving), Mention Of Pregnancy, Choking, Spanking, Stomach Bulge, Throwing Out Birth Control. If I missed anything👀let me know!

nsfw & warnings under the cut - minors dni!!🔞

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Mingi had always loved you, before you two even got together. You had yet to experience a love like Song Mingi. He was your overly grown baby, his heart was always in the right place when it came to you. You always said you wanted a man that worshiped the ground you walked on, a man who was obsessed with you, that is when life gave you Song Mingi.

Sprawled out on the couch, one arm slinging over the back of the couch the other playing with the string on his sweatpants, eyeing you up like you were dinner.

“What are we doing Mingi?! One minute you say it’s okay for me to go out, then the next minute you are pulling me away from brunch with the girls!”

His eyes follow your every movement, your hands constantly waving in the air trying to get your point across. Your heavy breathing, the wrinkle between your eyebrows from being frustrated, yet all this did was make him hard. The underlying possessiveness still prickled his skin but his sexual desire for you out weighed it all.

Letting out a frustrated groan you throw your hands up continuing to rant on and on about how Mingi pulled you away from the brunch you had been planning with your girls for a month. Taking a pause in your ranting you lock eyes with Mingi, to a random person he had the most innocent boba eyes, to you? His eyes held so many dark secrets. You hold his gaze, careful not to break eye contact, you walk up to him slowly, standing in between his man spreading legs. Hand on his shoulder while the other brushes some of the hair out of his face.

“Ming…Can you just please listen to me?” You please though a whisper, desperation lacing your voice.

His hands cup behind your knees, rubbing the back of your thighs all the way up to your ass and settling on your lower back, he brings his head forward to rest it against your stomach breathing in your scent like it’s a drug. His body physically relaxes when he breathes you in.

“I know how those types of girls are y/n. They think I’m no good for you, is that the type of people you want to be friends with? The type that thinks I’m no good?” He says against your stomach, it was always that voice, that damn deep voice.

“They think I’m no good but they don’t know how much I love you, do they baby?” His hands start to lower once again, firmly gripping your hips like you are his life line.

“They don’t have a man who worships the ground they walk on do they? Misery loves company, and my love they want you to accompany them.” He breathes in the scent of you again, you are like his own personal drug, he can and will never get enough of you.

“Ming…” You whisper out, staring at the top of his head in awe..he always knew how to get into your head.

“I would die for you.” He says against your stomach, kissing your lower stomach through your shirt, one hand unbuttoning your pants.

“I would live for you.” He brushes up your shirt, kissing the skin of your lower stomach, gently tugging your pants down to your ankles.

You bite your lip, letting out a low groan, head thrown back. His warm lips on your skin always made you crumble, Song Mingi was your kryptonite.

“I would walk to the end of the earth if you asked me to. That’s how much I love you.” He says before he starts placing open mouth kisses on your lower stomach, leaving small bruises behind to claim you, fingers hooking into the sides of your panties before pulling them down.

“The things I would do for you are endless, don’t you realize that?” He whispers out, fingers coming to run across your wet puffy lips, he looks up at you with your head cocked back, chest heaving up and down from the heavy breathing, your hand tight on his shoulder. You were his goddess and he’d be damned if he let your influential friends ruin what you both had going. They didn’t know a love like you both did, so how could they speak on what was yours?

His fingers rub steady, slow circles on your clit. He watched you with such an intense gaze it felt like he was burning holes into your skin, your body, his temple, he was here to worship you everyday of the week.

“Ming…touch me please.” You whisper out breathlessly, face still pointed to the ceiling. It felt like he lit your body on fire, yet he was the only way to cool you off.

He lets a small smile grace his face, he removes his fingers from your clit, kneeling on the floor between your legs, hands on the back of each of your thighs, parting them to get a view of your dripping wet cunt. He lets out a small groan before diving tongue first into your pussy.

His mouth running over your wet lips before letting his tongue part them, his warm tongue constantly would flicker over your puffy clit before dragging down trying to drink up any essence that escaped from your body. His warm tongue thrusting in you had you seeing stars, the feeling of his plush lips against you littered your body with goosebumps. Your hands comb through his hair, brushing as much of it out of his face so you can have a clear view of him eating you out. Your eyes lock on to his as he stares up at you drinking in your fucked out look, you guys were barely just getting started.

It was something about a big man like him being on his knees for you. Your friends told you he was no good, that being with him would lead to nowhere, that his obsession with you was unhealthy. If only they knew…This is what you lived for, you loved the chase Song Mingi brought to your life, the feeling of being wanted, no, needed fueled your body. His undying love for you made you feel warm and fuzzy. Mixed with the way he was currently slurping you down his throat? This was definitely where you wanted to be.

“Fuck Ming..” your toes being too curl, you are on the brink of a orgasm, you can feel him smile against your dripping core, plugging you full with two of his fingers making sure to repeatedly hammer against your spongy spot, while his warm mouth and plush lips attached to your clit suckling on it, his other hand grabbing a fistful of your ass pushing you closer to him, closer to his mouth. He wanted all of you in every way.

Your hands grip his shoulder for dear life, head thrown back, your back arching, you are cumming with a breathless yell, fingers holding on to him so tight you are sure you left marks on him. He eases his suckling on your clit down, he eases his fingers out of you. The taste of you on his mouth has his own eyes rolling back, his cock hard against his sweatpants twitching at the flavor of you.

Your legs feel wobbly as you finally come down from your high, you place your full body weight against Mingi, his face once again buried in your stomach, he wants to be wrapped around you constantly. Standing up he holds your body so you don’t lose balance, quickly tugging your shirt over your head, unclipping your bra and watching it fall to the floor while your breast falls free from it. The warmth from your breast warming his stomach causing his eyes to flutter back, tossing his head back trying to hold onto what small self control he had left.

“Come on..” he growls out, voice thick with impatience. Hands on both of your ass cheeks lifting you off the ground, before you can even protest he’s swiftly moving down the hallway to your shattered bedroom.

Tossing you on the bed he watches the way your breast jiggle with the landing. His body towers over you from the side of the bed, he looks like he’s starving, like he’s waiting for you to make mistakes before he jumps your bones. Licking his lips, he locks eyes with you, grabbing his hard cock with his hand, letting out a small hiss at the contact.

“Do you see how fucking hard you make me baby? Look how fucking hard my cock is just from eating your pretty pussy out.” He says, voice dropping an octave. He runs his hand up and down his cock. You drop the eye contact to glance at his cock staining in his pants, twitching with every stroke he gives. Your mouth moistens with anticipation. Your body is still sprawled out, naked body on display, legs spread open, leaning up on your elbows.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, only thing you’ll remember is how to say my fucking name.” He growls out before tugging his shirt over his head, he shimmy’s out of his pants quickly. One hand grabbing your ankle, pulling you towards him. Your pussy clenches at the thought of him filling you up.

His large body towers over your frame, his fingertips run lightly over your nipples making sure they harden under his touch causing you to let out a small whimper, making his cock twitch.

“Whose pretty girl are you?” He asks in a breathless whisper. Eyes raking over your body, burning this moment into his brain.

“I’m your.” You pant out, body on fire with anticipation.

“Who do you belong to?”

“ You.” Your response has his cock oozing with pre cum. One of his hands wraps around your throat. Squeezing the sides causes your eyes to flutter.

“Who do you belong to?” He grits out through his teeth, slowly stroking his cock over your eager cunt.

“I belong to Song Mingi.” You say through breathless whisper, the weight of his hands on your throat has you ready to cum alone. Locking eyes with him so you know he believes every word you say.

Letting out a groan he smacks his cock down against your pussy, the squelching noises filling the room, making your body shudder. He rubs the leaking head of his cock against your clit before fully stuffing you full, slowly inching into you before he’s bottoming out in you.

Letting out a breathless whine your back arches, making your breast jiggle, Mingi lowers his mouth, lips connecting with your left nipple, placing small kisses on the bud. He slowly pulls his hips back, tip of his cock at the entry of you before he slams back into you. His lips move to the other nipple, taking it in his mouth, warm lips against your goose bump littered skin. You wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer to you, his face pushing further into your chest. His hips rock back and forth into you in a steady motion. Thick cock hitting your spot with every stroke.

“Every inch of you tastes so fucking good.” He says, voice muffled by the sucking of your nipple, never he pulling away, blowing on your nipple watching it harden even more. His hand comes down to your hip, gripping it firmly. His other hand slowly drags up from your navel to your throat, each deep stroke has your body jolting up.

“You are mine, and mine only you know that though…don’t you?” He lowers himself closer to your ear, moist lips connecting with your skin. His hand tightens around your throat again.

“Those silly little friends of yours talk so much shit because they aren’t getting fucked like you. Yet you still hang out with them because you want them to see how I mark your pretty skin. You want them to see how much you belong to me.” His strokes start to pick up speed, your pussy is dripping all over your inner thighs, each thrust resulting in a squelching noise because he is right, and the realization of it all has your teetering on pure bliss.

“Isn’t that right baby? Maybe I should toss out your birth control huh? Throw it in the garbage.” He nips your ear while running his tongue along the side of your neck, leaving small hickies along the way.

The thought of him doing such an act has you clenching around him. Which he gets off on the fact that doing such a deed makes you hot and bothered.

“Then you know what I’ll do after throwing it away? I’m going to cum in you every single day, til you get a bump in this belly.” He slows his strokes, now thrusting hard and deep, each thrust has your toes clenching. He wraps one hand on your thigh, slamming your body harder on his cock with each thrust. While the other runs over your lower stomach. The gaze in his eyes looks feral, he’s so far gone he barely looks like your Mingi.

“I’m going to continue to cum in you every. single. day.” Slamming you harder against him.

“You are going to get swollen with our baby. Then you can go to brunch and show all of your pissy friends whose baby you are carrying.” He groans out, wet skin clapping with each hard thrust. Our baby, our baby, the thought of you creating a small human so you are forever tied to him shouldn’t turn you on but it does, it makes your body on the brink of ecstasy.

“You know why? Because you are mine. You belong to me, no one else.” He whispers out, his strokes start to pick up speed again but do not lose the power behind each thrust. With one hand wrapped tightly on your thigh, slamming you down against him while the other clings to your lower stomach.

A sadistic smile breaks out onto his face, looking up at your fucked out face, your eyes locked onto the small bulge in your stomach, it literally felt like he was rearranging your guts. Moving his hand from your lower belly to your throat choking you once more. Your eyes dance up to his, he looks deranged, in love, and obsessed wrapped in one. He’s looking at you with that gaze. That smile never drops once, he looks at you like he’s wrapping his hands around your soul. Mouthing the words “mine”. With his sped up thrust pushes you over the edge, your back arching, while your hands fly to his arms holding on for dear life as his hips speed up now chasing his own high while you ride yours out.

Grabbing your throat and pulling your face towards his own.

“Who do you belong to?” He grits out.

“You!” You say loudly, body still riding that high of your orgasm.

He slaps your thigh, hand gripping tighter on your throat, his hips wildly moving in and out of you, your body moving like a rag doll with each stroke.

“I said..who. do. you. belong. to!? Hand cracking down on your thigh once more. His eyes glaze over with ferality.

“You! I belong to you! Song Mingi!” You scream out nails raking down his arms, tears of pleasure pouring out of your eyes.

“Yea that’s right. You belong to fucking me.” He grits out once more slamming you feverishly down onto him with each stroke. Holding you flush against him while he paints your insides full of his warm cum. His head is thrown back, chest heaving, while sweat drips down his chest, traveling over his abs and splashing down onto your swollen, cum filled pussy.

Your legs feel like overcooked noodles and fall from around his waist, you let out a small hiss at the feeling, your body slinking back against your mattress completely. Closing your eyes you bask in the feeling of your post orgasm mixed with being stuffed full of Mingi.

He thinks you look absolutely ethereal right now, the afterglow shining off of your skin mixed with that dopey smile on your face is enough to make any man kneel at your feet. He’s just lucky that he’s the man that gets to gravel at your feet.

He doesn’t pull out, he remains deep in you, his hands come down to rub at your sore inner thighs, trying to work out any pain in them. You let out a small satisfied groan. He brings your calves to his shoulders, tossing your legs over them. Bringing his hands to rub at your lower back.

“How do you feel, my love?” He says while focusing on rubbing your sore body. A smile graces your face, a smile so big it puts the sun to shame.

“Relaxed and stuffed.” You say while running a hand over your lower stomach. Your eyes flicker to his concentrated face. He lets out a small laugh, hands working their way behind your calves that are dangling on shoulders. He places small kisses on the skin before he goes back to massaging your calves.

“I’m going to be stuffing you all night my love.” He says in between kissing your calves and massaging them. He always had the ability to say the nastiest things with such a loving tone. You bite your lip, eyes darkening. His hands moving down your legs to rest at your hips, before he flips you over, never once pulling out.

His body pushes heavy against your back, his weight on you is mouth watering. One hand hiking your leg up while the other wraps tightly around your throat, pulling your head slightly off of the bed. His lips brush over your neck, sucking bruises into it before nipping at your ear.

“And after this…I’m throwing your birth control in the trash.” He whispers in your ear before hiking your hips up. He lets out a satisfied sigh, breathing in your scent from your neck has him feeling like he’s on cloud nine.

This was going to be a long night, one thing about Mingi when he had his heart and mind set on something he becomes obsessed with it.

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A/N: Starting to realize toxic smut is all I think of😔🙄…idk where the clip is but I saw something on Twitter that said something along the lines of “when Mingi becomes fixated on something he is damn near obsessed with it/that’s all he thinks about.” And idk if that’s a fact or not but the thought of it mentally has my brain in the state of soup😀🤯💣. I love a man who praises the ground I walk on, like that is so OOWWEE! The thought of man being just so obsessed with me only if it’s Mingi tho.I’m packing it uppppp! But idk if that’s the daddy issues talking or…😀🫣 But anywaysssss hope y’all enjoy😚!

DO NOT REPOST.

#reblog #moot #I was going to use your name but idk if you say your name on here or not #okay I'll try and go back to writing mommy!hwa #and not think about Mingis broad thick fingers and dimples at all #this is why I don't talk to people while I'm ovulating

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txmxkis · 6 months ago

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reading my notifs is so funny because every single post starts with bachira. i post about him and like clockwork you show up. this man rlly has us in a death grip this is madness

nah cause it really is hilarious NWMFISKFM i see a notif that u posted and bachira's name and i'm fucking running to you i genuinely feel like i'm going INSANEEEJKD

#feeling really actually sick to my stomach over him #my excuse is that i'm ovulating so. Sorry but it's everyone's problem LMFOAKWNFMS #and what u said abt trying to think abt anything but him. god so real #im like desperately trying to distract myselfjwnfosifjsn #um . are we okay #i dont feel like i am. i'm about to check myself into the nearest psych ward HSHENFNDNFMD #i wanna write more nasty things but so genuinely my brain feels like its oozing outta my ears #˖⁺ּ ֶָ֢.*ੈ₊˚♡˖ aether #๋࣭⊹˚ ˖࣪ ִֶָ☾. ࣪ ˖ asks

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javierpena-inatacvest · 5 months ago

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Me, You, and Baby, Too

Summary: You and Joel have always wanted kids, but didn't want to rush into having them until you both were ready. After a surprise at his job, Joel realizes there's nothing more he wants to do than put a baby in you as soon as he gets home.

Pairing: Husband!Joel Miller x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (it's baby making time, so hush), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, big ole fat and nasty breeding kink (.... don't look at me it's bad), creampie, cum play, talks of starting a family, calling Joel "Daddy" (in the sense you want to have his babies, but also 🤷🏼‍♀️), Sweet soft Joel who loves his wife and would give her the universe if he could, honestly with just the way Joel is talking about makin' babies, I think I'm pregnant

A/N: It's that time of the month where Madeline ovulates and writes feral breeding kink smut!!! 🤪 Okay I am so nervous to post this because I have never written for Joel before and I'm worried it's trash with a capital T, but after re-watching TLOU, I need 2003 Joel Miller carnally, so here we are. This is also inspired by @mrsmando post about 2003 Joel Miller constantly keeping you barefoot and pregnant because it made me unwell, and no lies were told. (thanks for ruining my life mimi) 🤠 ANYWHO I hope you guys like it, and if not, I'll shut up and go back to writing Javi and Frankie and pretend like this didn't happen

There were a lot of stereotypical answers that you expected from your husband when you asked him how his day at work had been:

“Good.”

“Fine.”

“Long.”

“My knees are killin’ me.”

“Tommy did somethin’ fuckin’ stupid again.”

“Better now that I’m home with you.”

So when Joel arrived home today after a new job he had started with Tommy on a bathroom renovation, there were few things that could have prepared you for the response your husband had when you asked him how his day had gone.

“Hey, honey. How was your day today?” You smiled, watching Joel stroll in through your front door, kicking off his work boots at the entryway, beginning to put away his things before strolling into the kitchen to greet you.

“Pretty good." He paused, leaning in for a quick kiss before making his way over to the closet before speaking again. "Saw a real cute baby today.”

You could practically feel your heart skip a beat as you looked up from the vegetables you had been cutting up for dinner, tightening the grip you had around your knife to make sure you didn’t drop it in shock.

Out of all the things for Joel to bring up on the first day at a new job, a cute baby had been at the top of the list.

Not floor plans.

Not timelines for the project.

Not something stupid that Tommy did.

Not even what he had done today on the job.

The top news that Joel Miller had to report back to you about his day was the sighting of a cute baby.

You and Joel had always agreed that you’d wanted kids, and your husband had been not only adamant, but genuinely excited at the prospect of becoming a dad. But only being a little less than a year into your marriage, the two of you had decided you didn’t want to rush into anything, and when the time felt right, you’d both know it.

But one by one, as your friends began to announce their pregnancies, baby showers, and pictures of their adorable newborns, you couldn’t help but deny the baby fever starting to burn hotter and hotter inside you with every passing day.

You’d brought it up in passing a few times with Joel, talking about your friends who had kids, or a cute mom and her children you saw walking around in your neighborhood, and while he had always had a positive response to what you had to say, you just had a feeling that now just wasn’t the time for the two of you yet, and that was okay.

But here you were, standing in your kitchen, jaw practically scraping the ground at the notion that your husband had dropped just about the least subtle hint ever that babies weren’t just at the forefront of your mind- they were on his, too.

“Awh, really?” You asked, shaking your head to snap out of your shocked state, returning back to dice the onion you had been working on before Joel could turn around to see you after finishing hanging up his things in the closet, trying to subtly coax more information out of him.

“Yeah.” He smiled, joining you in the kitchen, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to his chest for a soft kiss to greet you, “The family we’re startin’ the bathroom reno for just moved in. Had their first baby a few months ago and just hadn’t had time to work on fixin’ things.”

“So they’re already putting the baby to work with you and Tommy?” You teased, raising an eyebrow at Joel playfully, giving him a quick peck back on the lips as he laughed at your sass.

“Cheap labor.” Joel shrugged back, playing into the joke, “Nah, she woke up from her nap while Tommy and I were runnin’ through some measurements so her mom brought her out for the last lil bit we were there. She was damn cute, too. Just smilin’ and laughin’ at everything.”

You were glad Joel’s arm was still wrapped around your hip, because you were convinced if it wasn’t, you were about to melt to the floor into a puddle, watching how soft and sweet Joel was talking about a cute, smiling baby.

“Well a cute baby definitely sounds like a very nice perk of being on the job.” You smirked, trying to play it cool enough to keep your heart from bursting out of your chest.

“Yeah.” Joel replied softly, quietly pausing for a moment, watching the gears turning in his brain, carefully calculating his words before he spoke.

“You okay?” You asked, looking up at Joel, knowing your husband well enough that he had something on his mind he was trying to work up the confidence to spit out.

Joel looked back down at you, big brown eyes locking with yours as his grip around your waist tightened ever so slightly, tongue swiping against his plush bottom lip as he took a long, deep breath in and slow exhale out.

“Honey, what is it?” You asked again, now slightly concerned with how nervous your husband looked in his stoic silence, reaching up to gently wrap your fingers around his arm, thumb stroking his skin.

“I want one.”

You froze, worried that your heart may have actually stopped as you looked at Joel, making sure that you had really just heard what he had said.

“W-what?”

“I want one. A baby. I- I know it’s been a while since we’ve talked about it, but I’ve been thinkin’ about it a lot, and seein’ that baby today, it just- shit, I just couldn’t stop picturin’ what it would be like to have one of our own I guess.”

If you weren’t a puddle before, you sure as fuck were now.

An overwhelming sensation of nerves and excitement began thrumming through your veins, your heart beat pounding in your ears as your face grew warm and a smile started to spread between your cheeks. You were almost certain you had to be dreaming, asking again to make sure that someone needed to come and wake you up and send you back to reality.

“Joel… Really?”

“Yeah, really. Nothin’ I want more. I know I ain’t gonna even be close to the perfect dad, but I know you’ll be sucha good mom, and I’ll be damned if I don’t want some tiny lil versions of us runnin’ around. Couldn’t think of anything that would make me happier than that. Like I said, I know that we ain’t talked about in a while, and if ya aren’t ready yet that’s okay but I-”

Before Joel could even finish the rest of his thought, you were pressing up to plant your lips to his with passionate intensity, hands roaming up his chest before cupping his jaw and the scratchy stubble of his cheeks while your stomach flipped with arousal and want, already feeling a damp patch beginning to pool in the cotton of your underwear.

You pulled away, kisses traveling along his jawline and up his neck until you were nipping at his ear, the hot breath of your words whispering against his skin.

“You wanna make a baby, Joel Miller?”

“Fuck-” Joel groaned, reaching his other arm around you grab at your ass, pulling you in tight enough to feel the bulge beginning to grow under the denim of his worn jeans, pressing against your thigh.

“‘Cause there’s nothing that I want more than to make you a daddy.” You smirked, looking up to watch Joel’s eyes darken with lust, jaw going slack as a low groan rumbled in his chest, his once half hard cock now fully erect and straining against his zipper, trying to keep from giggling watching your husband try to string together any sort of thoughts to speak.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ-” He moaned, running his hand over his face to try and regain his composure to keep from busting right then and there. “You- fuck, you sure, baby?”

“Mhmmmm. Don’t think I’ve ever been so sure of anything in my whole life. So sure,” you paused, softly pressing your lips to his between words, “that I think we should go make one right now.”

Your adamant confirmation was all it took to set off something almost animalistic in Joel, crashing his lips back into yours in a messy clash of tongues and teeth, gripping his hands under your thighs to hoist you up around his hips and lock your legs behind the small of his back. Without ever letting your mouths part, Joel was already halfway to the bedroom before you had even realized it, playfully giggling at how frantically he was carrying you down the hallway, your bodies bumping against the walls and door frames, too focused on desperate and needy kisses for any sort of spatial awareness.

Finally reaching your bed, Joel carefully laid you down, letting your back fall into the mattress, leaving your lower half to hang off the edge before your husband was on his knees, settling himself between your parted thighs.

You sat up on your elbows, watching as Joel tightened his grip around the meat of your legs, peppering kisses up the inside of each across your soft skin before coming face to face with your core, planting another soft kiss there before letting his fingers ghost over your heat, still covered by your jeans.

He rapidly worked at the button of your pants, shuffling them down off your hips to reveal your underwear, now absolutely soaked with arousal from the prospect alone of Joel knocking you up and carrying his baby.

“Jesus Christ, baby girl, look at ‘cha.” Joel tutted, admiring how the cotton of your underwear clung to the outline of your cunt, sticking to the puffy and swollen lips of your pussy from how wet you were. “Haven’t even touched ya yet. This all for me, darlin’?”

Just as you began to try and answer, Joel took one of his fingers, barely dragging it over the damp fabric before beginning to rub soft circles over your covered clit, eliciting a pathetic whimper from you at the electric sensation.

“F-fuck- It’s all for you, b-baby.” You stammered, moaning even louder as a second finger joined the first, pressing more pressure into you sensitive nub as he nudged each of your legs to drape over his shoulders, his free hand tugging at the waistband of your underwear, making you instinctually lift your hips as he yanked them off your legs to crumple in a messy pile with your pants.

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever seen.” Joel mewled, running his fingers up and down through the weeping seams of your folds, toying with your entrance while draping his arm across your hips to hold your squirming lower half in place. “Wants me to fuck her full of me and fill her up so bad, huh?”

“P-please, Joel. Want you to fill me up so badly.” You whimpered, staring down at your husband, a devilish grin spread across his face, licking his lips as his eyes darted back and forth between your blissed out face and the glistening mess between your thighs.

“I will sweetheart, promise. Gotta taste you first though, baby. Gotta make sure you’re nice n’ready for me. ‘Cause once we start, I ain’t lettin’ you outta this bed ‘till I knock you up.”

With that, Joel was diving between your legs, lapping you up in long and firm strokes, pressing against your clit in the way he knew would make you fall apart under his tongue. While he would have loved to have spend hours just like this, making you writhe under his touch, drinking up your arousal like a wandering man parched in the heat of the desert, Joel had one thing on his mind, and one thing only-

To get you pregnant.

Joel began to intensify the pace of his tongue, swirling and sucking around your clit as two of his thick fingers pushed into your heat, sliding in and out of your entrance with ease from how wet and worked up you were. Curling his fingers ever so slightly, you cried out as Joel bumped against your g-spot, pushing against the soft, spongy spot as his tongue worked its magic.

You could feel the arousal shooting through your veins, heat beginning to bloom in your stomach as Joel fucked you with his fingers and mouth, shooting your hand down to grab fistfulls of his thick, brown hair to brace yourself for your impending orgasm.

“J-Joel, oh fuck- Fuck, baby, I’m c-close. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.” You whined, pussy beginning to flutter around Joel’s fingers, the tightening only egging him on further to get you to cross the finish line.

With just a little more pressure of his tongue, Joel could feel your cunt clamping down around his digits, watching the pleasure shoot through your body as you came, your orgasm crashing through you like a tsunami.

As you reached your high, Joel drank up your arousal, not faltering in his pace, too focused on your pretty cries of his name being chanted like a prayer to do anything but keep going and making you feel good.

Truth be told, Joel had gotten so lost between your thighs, the only thing stopping him was the tensing feeling between his, so pussy drunk and determined to fuck you full of him that he was worried he was about to cum too if he didn’t stop.

Pulling off you, Joel frantically stood up, racing to undo his belt and jeans, yanking them down his legs in tandem with his boxers as his cock slapped against his stomach, precum already pearling from his tip, desperate to be inside of you. His shirt quickly followed his pants, ripping it over his head as his broad body caged yours under him, helping you to scoot back on the bed until your head hit the pillows, trailing kisses up and down your body the whole way.

As Joel kissed and nipped at your skin, you quickly shuffled off your top and bra, leaving you bare beneath him, moaning as his tongue flicked against each of your newly exposed pebbled nipples, grouping your breast and kneading the soft flesh in his palms.

Even though you had just came, you could already feel your cunt starting to clench around nothing, desperate to feel Joel inside of you, to stretch you out with his thick cock and fuck you until you couldn’t think straight. But with the way your chest was heaving and breath shaking from your orgasm, you could barely muster out the words you wanted.

“J-Joel, p-please, baby. P-please.”

You snaked your hand between your bodies to reach for Joel’s cock, wrapping your fingers around his length and swiping your thumb over his leaking tip, a low groan rumbling in his chest as you stroked him, trying to guide him to slide between your legs and ease your ache.

Lowering his hips, you moved your hand and let his replace it, Joel pumping himself a few times before guiding his tip between your folds, collecting your slick to coat his cock, using every last ounce of self-control he had as his eyes locked with yours, wanting to see your face as he pushed inside you.

“Please, what, darlin’?” Joel teased, knowing damn well what you were begging for.

“Need to feel you, Joel. Need you to put a baby in me.” You moaned, reaching up to grab his face, your palm rubbing against his stubble as your fingers tugged on the curls at the nape of his neck.

With one more pump, Joel lined himself up with your entrance, sliding into your heat, the sweet stretch and sting of his length making the breath hitch in the back of your throat, filling you up inch by inch until he bottomed out inside you with his tip just kissing your cervix.

Joel couldn’t help but smirk as he watched your mouth fall open, parted lips letting a soft moan escape while your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head at the newfound sensation, giving you another moment to adjust before he began to slowly roll his hips, dragging his cock in and out of your core.

“Christ, baby girl, so wet and tight. Like this pussy was made just for me. Made for me to fuck ya full of me until it’s got no choice but to fuckin’ take.” Joel groaned, reaching down to grab your thighs, pinning your knees to your chest, stretching you open to take Joel even deeper, practically feeling him in your stomach with the position he had you in.

“Joel, oh my god- fuck, you feel so good. Fuck, baby. Want you to fill me up so bad.” You whimpered, Joel now beginning to pick up his pace as he thrust in and out of you, continually punching in that perfect spot over and over again, leaving your brain bordering on short circuiting.

Joel’s fingertips dug deeper into the flesh of your thighs, pushing your legs down just far enough to be chest to chest with you, the sweat dampened curls of his forehead brushing against yours as your mouths met in an electric kiss, catching each other’s muffled moans with each snap of Joel’s hips.

“Yeah, sweetheart? Want me to fill you up? Fuck a baby into you? Let everyone see what a pretty momma you are, carryin’ our kid?” Joel grunted, picturing you, months from now, belly round and tits swollen, pregnant with your baby, wondering how many you’d let him give you, because fuck, he’d keep knocking you up until he had nothing left to give.

Each push and pull of your bodies against each other felt more and more electric, an undeniable coil tightening in your stomach with the way Joel was pounding into you and the hairs at the base of his cock were brushing against your clit, already feeling yourself beginning to teeter on the brink of pleasure once again.

“Yes, fuck, fuck- yes, Joel. I wanna have your baby. Want you to knock me up so I can make you a daddy. Please, baby, please.” You were all but sobbing at this point, your fingers digging into the tan and sweat sheened skin of Joel’s broad shoulders, overwhelmed by the lewd combinations of Joel’s heavy pants in your ear and wet squelching of your pussy as his pelvis flushed against yours repeatedly.

Joel could feel you beginning to tighten around him, pussy sucking him in with its warmth and wetness, ready to clamp around his cock and milk him for all he was worth.

“That’s it, darlin’, I know you’re close. Gotta cum for me first though, baby girl. Gotta feel ya soak me before I stuff ya so full of me, I swear t’god, you’ll be drippin’ outta me for days. So fuckin’ full that I’ll get you pregnant right now.” Joel groaned through gritted teeth, leaning back to reach and grab your leg, wrapping it around the small of his back before you lifted your other to join it, locking your ankles to keep him as close to you as possible.

“Joel, oh my god, fuck baby, fuck, I’m gonna- fuckfuckfuck-”

Suddenly, your orgasm was rushing through every inch of you, crying out as the pleasure hit you like a freight train, choking Joel’s cock with your pussy, unable to do anything but relish in the white hot bliss that had you nearly floating out of your own body.

While Joel would have kept fucking you until the sun went down, the truth was he was relieved to feel you cum, spending every second since your agreement in the kitchen trying to keep from finishing until he was balls deep inside you and you were soaking his cock as you reached your high. The realization that now was his chance to make good on his promise, to fill you up and fuck a baby into you, ignited something primal, feral, in him, pounding into you at a punishing pace as he could feel himself teetering on the brink of collapse right with you.

“That’s my girl. That’s it, cum all over my cock, baby. Shit, I’m gonna cum too, fuck- gonna fill this tight lil pussy up so goddamn much, give you a baby, make you a momma, oh fuck!”

With one final stutter of his hips, Joel let out a strangled moan, flushing his hips against yours as he milked himself of every last drop, painting your warm, wet walls with hot ropes of his spend, making sure nothing went to waste.

He couldn’t help but but press even further into you, plugging you with his length and fucking his cum as deep as he could into your cunt to make sure it took, collapsing on top of you with his cock still buried in your heat, letting your chests heave together in sync as you both caught your breath.

Joel was convinced he had never cum so much in his entire life, afraid that if he pulled out, that somehow he’d have more left to give, and sure as fuck wasn’t going to risk letting anything coming out of him end up not inside of you.

Well, not until your muffled grunt rumbled beneath him.

“Joel, baby, I love you but you’re kinda squishing me.” You huffed, giggling to yourself as you watched your husband come-to in real time out of his post-orgasmic state, immediately offering a half muttered apology as he rolled off you, sitting back on his knees to admire the shiny and slick mess between your legs.

“Fuck me…” Joel murmured to himself, eyes wide as he stared at your pussy- wet, puffy and soaking with your arousal, bringing his fingers to your spent hole as he watched a dribble of his cum begin to leak out. Gently scooping it up, he collected everything he could, pressing it back into your cunt before pulling his hand out. Crawling up the bed to lay next to you, Joel wrapped you up in his arms as the little spoon, peppering ticklish kisses over your back and shoulders, making you burst into laughter.

“Joel, stop! That tickles!” You squealed, squirming in his grasp, trying to defend yourself from his unrelenting attack of soft, plush lips and scratchy beard dancing across your skin.

“Don’t laugh so damn hard, or all my hard work’s ‘bout to come out!” Joel teased, giving you a playful nudge, pulling you in even closer.

“Stop making me laugh, then! Plus, I think you came enough to put quadruplets inside of me, so I think we’ll be okay.” You snorted, Joel joining in on the laughter.

“Baby, I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard in my whole goddamn life.” Joel sighed, shrugging as you rolled your head up to look at him and that stupid goofy grin he got whenever he couldn’t contain his excitement about something. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too, Joel.”

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, Joel slowly bringing his arm to rest across your stomach, thumb slowly tracing careful circles on your skin.

“You’re gonna make such a good mom. I’m the luckiest man alive that you wanna have a family with me. Still not really sure what I ever did to deserve it.”

“Joel! You’re gonna make me cry! And this is before pregnancy hormones, ya jerk.” You tried to laugh, choking back the tears welling in your eyes.

“Yeah, what a jerk, your husband tellin’ you how much he loves you.” He teased back, planting a long kiss on your temple, before pressing another one to your lips. Another wave of soft silence followed, watching Joel’s face scrunch in a calculated concentration. “How big of a crib you think I gotta make? I don’t know ‘bout a rockin’ chair, but a crib can’t be that hard. I gotta measure the guest room tomorrow.”

“Honey, I don’t even know if I’m pregnant yet, you don’t need to have a crib built tomorrow.” You teased, laughing at Joel, despite the fact his mind was already thinking about a baby room and accessories had you melting.

“Sweetheart, what did I say earlier? I ain’t lettin’ you outta this bed ‘till we know there’s a baby in there.” He smirked, nodding at his hand still splayed across your stomach, “So you better get comfortable, ‘cause if it’s up to me, there ain’t a chance in hell we’re gettin’ anything but a positive pregnancy test at the end of this month, and we'll sure need that crib nine months from now. Never hurts to get a head start."

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Stuck

In which reader finds herself stuck in an elevator with her colleagues.

Pairing: Hotch x Reid x Morgan x Fem!BAU!Reader Genre: smut (18+) Content warnings: fingering, oral (f and m receiving), face riding, p in v sex, overstimulation, masturbation, breast play Word count: 5,4k A/n: I'm ovulating, so you know what time it is 🤭 I'm really nervous to post this, so I hope you will enjoy!

“Oh, you guys are such babies!” You laugh as Spencer and Derek refuse to step into the elevator, explaining how they’ve been stuck in one before.

“It’s not funny, Y/N,” Spencer chimes in. “There are six elevator deaths per year. Not to mention ten thousand injuries that require hospitalization.”

You roll your eyes at his comment, just as Hotch walks toward the elevator. “See!” You exclaim. “Hotch is joining us, and he saved you last time. We’ll be fine.” You add cheerfully.

“You’re coming?” Hotch asks, holding the elevator door open. You nod, pulling Morgan and Reid with you by their arms.

You chuckle at their nervous reflections in the mirror as the elevator starts moving. A sudden creak causes Derek to snap his head towards you. “It made the same sound the last time!” You were just about to shut Derek up as the elevator shakes and the lights start flickering.

“Not again!” Spencer whimpers, his eyes squeezed shut like he’s about to fall to his death at any given moment.

Hotch inspects the tight space, his expression grim. “It seems like the electricity went out…”

“Actually, there are a lot of reasons why an elevator might stop,” Spencer interjects. “It could be worn-out suspension ropes, and it actually happens quite regularly that the motor overheats the safety sensors of the-“

“Let’s just solve this problem, shall we?” You cut him off, nudging Morgan out of the way to hit the red button on the panel.

“You think that’ll do something?” Morgan asks, brow lifted.

“It will alert someone that we’re stuck. We have to wait until somebody comes and gets us out of here.” Hotch adds.

“Well at least I’ll be missing my meeting with Strauss,” I sigh in relief.

“It was at twelve, right?” Spencer asks.

“Yeah,” you respond with a nod.

“Statistically the average wait time to be rescued from an elevator is less than an hour,” Spencer continues, checking his watch. “That means you could still make it in time.”

“Now that’s just what I wanted to hear,” you say sarcastically, earning a grin from Morgan.

“We can only hope we won’t be in here for that long,” Hotch mutters, his impatience visible as he leans uncomfortably against the elevator doors.

“Okay… so now what? Want to go over a case to pass the time?”

“No, no cases please,” Morgan groans. “We’ve had three in a row. I’m done.”

“Morgan is right. We’ve done enough cases in the past few days.” Hotch agrees.

You mutter an “alright” as you sit down with your back against the elevator wall, smoothing out the crinkles in your skirt. The others look at you with uncertainty. Eventually Reid decides to sit next to you, exchanging a soft smile. Morgan follows suit, sitting in front of you. Hotch remains standing. You leave him be and turn to Spencer.

“So Reid, I’m sure you’ve got enough interesting facts to pass the time.”

Spencer looks surprised by the request, not used to directly being asked to share his facts, but his eyes quickly brighten, eager to share. “Well, actually, there are a lot of interesting things to say about elevators. There are approximately 20 million elevators worldwide,” you chuckle at his obvious enthusiasm. “The first elevator was created in 236 B.C. by Archimedes, a Greek mathematician. He used a water wheel and tied animals together with rope to create a lift mechanism.” You hum in interest. “They used lifts in the Colosseum, right?”

“Yes! Exactly!” he responds excitedly. “The system was powered by eight men who would turn this massive wooden shaft connected to ropes. It could hold more than 600 pounds!”

“Oh come on,” Derek says, his hand falling to his knee. “You’re telling me you’re actually interested in the mechanics of ancient elevators?”.

Hotch glances at Morgan, silently agreeing with Derek’s skepticism.

“Derek Morgan…” you feign offense, placing a hand on your chest. “Don’t act like I’m not curious about knowledge. At least Spence’s got something interesting to say.”

Spencer blushes faintly, appreciating your defense.

“Hey, I know facts too,” Morgan says smugly. “How about there being 7000 languages in the world today.”

“The overall number is actually closer to 8000,” Spencer corrects him. “You only counted verbal communication.”

“You guys are going to have a facts competition now?” You ask, bewildered. “It’s way too hot in here. I need some light conversation.”

“I agree,” Hotch mutters. “It is getting a little warm.”

You glance up at the AC in the corner of the elevator, which is clearly not working. It probably shut down along with the power. There’s a brief silence before Reid speaks up again.

“I never thought I’d be trapped in an elevator with my colleagues,” he muses. “It’s a little cliché.”

“Cliche, how?” Hotch asks, intrigued despite himself.

“You know how, in movies, a group of people get stuck in an elevator and they have to learn to overcome their differences to escape?”

You shake your head in confusion, “I think I only know the dirty movies where they get stuck in an elevator,” you laugh.

Spencer blinks at you, clearly thrown off. Derek chuckles at the scene, and even Hotch manages a faint smile.

“I should’ve known you’ve only watched the dirty ones,” Derek teases.

“What about you, pretty boy? Ever seen a dirty movie?” He asks Spencer, grinning.

Reid looks flustered. “I grew up in Vegas… I’ve seen some things.”

“Ah, Vegas,” you say, sighing dreamily. “The place where you can’t drive for a minute without seeing a giant porn billboard.”

Morgan grins, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. “Sounds like my kind of place.”

You laugh and kick his leg playfully. Morgan winks at you, enjoying the lighthearted banter. You glance up at Hotch, who is still the only one standing.

“What about you, Hotch? What’s your favorite dirty movie?” You ask with a mischievous grin, but your expression quickly drops when you see his stern look.

“Watch it, Y/L/N.” Hotch warns.

“Come on, Hotch,” Derek says. “Let loose a little!”

“See it as the universe’s sign.” I press on.

“How is being stuck in here a sign of the universe?” Hotch asks, brows raised.

“Well, no way would you willingly take a break yourself. Now the universe got you stuck in here and is forcing you to relax,” you explain, with a playful gleam in your eyes.

To everyone’s surprise, he slowly lowers himself to the floor, sitting down next to you.

You exchange surprised looks with Derek and Spencer. All amazed at how you managed to get Hotch to sit down.

The next few minutes are spent in comfortable silence, scared to say something that will make Hotch change his mind. You’re glad he joined you, but it’s hard to ignore the rising temperature now that another person is sitting in close proximity to you.

“How long has it been?” you ask, fanning yourself with your blazer. “I’m starting to sweat.”

“Thirty-five minutes so far,” Derek replies, following your lead and fanning himself.

Hotch looks mildly uncomfortable, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Spencer, however, looks the most miserable using the collar of his sweater vest to wipe his face.

“You guys should take your jackets off,” you suggest, eyeing Morgan and Hotch.

You don’t need to tell Derek twice, as he removes his jacket, revealing a black short sleeved shirt that looks a lot more comfortable. Hotch looks reluctant to do the same, but eventually gives in, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt collar. You take a peak as he reveals his broad, muscled shoulders for a moment, before readjusting his shirt. Hotch notices your glance and his eyes shoot up to yours, catching you in the moment as your cheeks flush. You quickly look away.

“Oh, she’s enjoying the view, alright,” Derek smirks and you give him a warning glance.

“Shut up. I was just surprised Hotch would give in.”

Morgan grins and nudges Hotch with his elbow, “Look at that, Hotch. You’re surprising us all today. First you smile and now you’re taking your jacket off. What’s next, dancing a jig?” You and Spencer snort at his comment. Hotch rolls his eyes at Morgan’s teasing but can’t help a small smile from appearing on his lips.

Spencer struggles with his vest and you give him a hand. “Here, let me help you”, you say as you scoot closer, pulling the vest over his head. The fabric feels soft, but incredibly warm in your hands. You don’t know how he managed to keep it on for this long. Reid is taken aback for a moment, but mutters a soft thanks. Morgan and Hotch watch the exchange with interest, clearly amused at the sight of you being so forward with Reid.

“Now it’s your turn, you’re the one who insisted,” Morgan states, and you can’t help but agree as you take your blazer off, giving a satisfied hum at the immediate relief.

“I’ll open up some buttons too, if you don’t mind,” you announce as your fingers start working on your blouse. You don’t give them a chance to respond, since it seems only fair. Their eyes widen at your gesture, all of them staring at the sight of your blouse slightly opening up. Morgan lets out a low whistle, “Now that’s a nice view.”

“You’re insufferable,” you scoff as you stop unbuttoning, showing just a hint of your lacy bra. Morgan’s eyes linger on the sight, clearly enjoying the view. Hotch and Reid look like they’re struggling to keep their cool. Reid is the most flustered of all, turning bright red as he focuses on his hands. Morgan glances around at the others, seeing them struggle to keep themselves composed.

He chuckles and shakes his head, enjoying the effect you’re having on them. “You know, you’re driving all of us a little crazy here, sweetheart.”

You let out a small huff, “Give me a break. You’re wearing shortsleeves, I’m the one wearing a blouse.”

Hotch speaks up, his gaze lingering on your blouse. “That blouse does seem a bit warm.”

“Thank you!” You say, glad someone is on your side.

Hotch eyes stay focused on you though, or specifically the bit of exposed collarbone and the lace that’s hugged around the swell of your breast. Your breathing heaves when you find Spencer taking occasional peaks as well, watching with a mixture of awe and embarrassment, finding difficulty in looking away.

“Let’s just all take our shirts off, I want it to be fair”, you quickly exclaim, done with the heavy tension that’s driving you crazy. Hotch and Morgan exchange amused glances as Spencer eyes turn big, taking in your proposal.

“All our shirts, are you sure about that?” Derek asks, a hint of surprise in his voice.

“Then at least you won’t eye me like that.”

“Oh, I think I’ll eye you only more.” Derek teases, licking his lips.

“Just take your damn shirt off.”

Derek chuckles and raises his hands in surrender, “Alright, alright. No need to get feisty.” He says as he lifts his shirt off in a smooth motion. It’s a known fact that Derek is jacked, but seeing him in a setting like this, abs glistening with sweat and pupils still dilated from looking at you, is on a whole ‘nother level.

You’re glad the attention is taken away from your peering eyes as Hotch follows suit, unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a clearly defined muscular chest with just a hint of hair. You start doubting your suggestion as it feels like the room is only growing hotter. You look over at Spencer, seeing whether he’ll be the next. Spencer hesitates for a moment, his eyes darting between the other’s bare chests and your unbuttoned blouse. His chest heaving with his breath, suggesting that he’s more affected than he’s letting on.

“Come on, pretty boy. Join the party.” Derek says.

“I’ll go first,” you assure Spencer, not wanting him to suffer under peer pressure. Your hands start working on the buttons. Spencer’s eyes widened at the scene in front of him.

“See, it’s not that hard,” you reassure Spencer, folding your blouse and placing it next to you.

“I don’t know about that. You’re making things pretty hard, baby girl.” Morgan comments, making you laugh.

“You’re way too dirty for your own good.”

Morgan grins. “Can you blame me? I mean, look at you. You’re looking mighty tempting right now.”

You softly smile at the compliment and focus back on Spencer. “You’ll feel a lot cooler, I promise,” you encourage.

“I don’t know. I’m not as… toned as the others.” It hurts you to hear how he’s comparing himself to his colleagues.

“Do you truly think I care about that?” You ask him. “It’s not a competition. I just want you to feel comfortable,” you speak genuinely. Spencer looks up at you, his eyes searching yours for any signs of mockery or deception. When he finds none, his face softens and he nods. He lifts his shirt over his head, revealing a body no less impressive than the others.

“Not too bad, pretty boy. You’re looking pretty good without that vest on.” Derek compliments.

“You do,” You agree, as you fold his shirt and place it on top of my blouse. Spencer gives you a sheepish smile, grateful for your help. Glad he decided to take his shirt off as he felt the cool air hit his chest, “Yeah, that does feel better.”

You look around the room, the scene for sure one to be put down in the history books of the BAU. “I think it’s safe to say we’ve entered a new step in our colleague bonding,” you awkwardly chuckle, trying to lighten the mood but the air feels charged with an unspoken tension that’s impossible to ignore. You can feel their eyes on you, the way they linger, the weight of their gazes following your every movement. You try to ignore it, to stay professional, but your body betrays you. You shift slightly, adjusting your skirt, and that’s when you feel it - the subtle brush of Hotch’s fingers caressing your arm.

You swallow hard as you look away. The air around you is suddenly too tight. You want to curse your body as your nipples harden under his steady gaze, there being no way to blame it on the cold. Derek notices the exchange and leans in, the heat between you two palpable.

His voice is low and husky, “You're all worked up, sweetheart. Don’t think we haven’t noticed.”

Your pulse quickens, the sound of your heartbeat almost drowning out his words. “I’m not the only one,” you counter, voice quieter, but the challenge in it is unmistakable. You feel Spencer shift next to you, his body tense as he feels like he’s been caught staring at your chest. “Don’t be shy, genius,” Derek teases. “We’re all thinking the same thing right now.” You can’t help but smile at Spencer’s flustered look. “It’s… It’s hard not to, when you-” He cuts himself off, his voice faltering as his eyes dart away from your breasts.

Hotch is still standing by the door, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watches the dynamic play out. “We’ve been stuck in here long enough. I think it’s safe to say we all want and feel the same thing.” The air thickens with desire as he dares to say the thought that’s been occupying everyone’s mind. You glance at the others, seeing how Spencer is adjusting himself in his pants and the way Derek is watching you, his gaze so intense it almost feels like he’s touching you.

“Guess it’s only fair if we all just… give in to it,” you murmur, your eyes flicking between them. The suggestion is there, unspoken but understood.

From there on everything feels like a blur. You hear Hotch growl behind you as he wraps his bicep around your neck, pulling you in as his lips crash against yours. You whimper against his mouth, which gives him the opportunity to let his tongue slide in. You welcome his tongue with yours as your hand moves to squeeze the arm around your neck, making full use of the circumstances to feel up on his muscles.

“You’re always driving me crazy when wearing this skirt,” Hotch groans in your ear as his teeth pull on your earlobe. You can find no other way to respond than let out a high pitched sound of enjoyment as his free hand kneads your ass through your pencil skirt. Spencer watches the scene unfold in front of him. How his boss roughly grabs and kisses you, manhandling you.

“I- I don’t know about this…” Spencer stammers.

Morgan turns to him, breaking the intense gaze he had on you and Hotch. “Don’t worry Reid, she’s enjoying it.”

“Are you sure?” Spencer asks, uncertainty in his voice as Hotch is pulling on your hair, giving him access to plant kisses and bites on your neck.

Morgan grins, “Let me show you how sure I am,” he says as he steps towards you and Hotch. He rolls your skirt up to your stomach and lets his fingers slide over your panties, cursing when it easily slips between your folds, creating a wet sound. You moan at the friction, not in the state to feel embarrassed by how wet you are.

“See Reid, she loves it,” Derek points out, licking his lips as he pulls your damp panties to the side. Spencer lets out a groan as Derek reveals your glistening pussy, his hand subconsciously squeezing the bulge in his pants for any form of release.

“Let me see,” Hotch insists, removing his lips from your neck. Derek slides a finger through your folds and proudly displays the stickiness to Hotch.

“You’re such a little slut, aren’t you?,” Hotch whispers, his nose pressed against the side of your face. “Just been begging to get in a situation like this so we could all fuck you the way you deserve.” You whimper at his dirty words and hot breath on your skin. Your legs feel like jelly as he grinds himself against your ass. Derek continues to apply pressure with his hand as he lets his fingers rub up and down your lips and clit.

Spencer’s eyes are burning holes in your chest. He just can’t understand how no one has touched your lovely tits, while they’ve been teasing him the entire time.

“You can come here Spence,” you purr, hypnotizing him to walk towards you. He swallows as he’s close enough to touch you, close enough to hear all the little sounds you’re making as you’re being touched all over.

“Can I-?” You don’t let Spencer finish his question as you quickly nod, throwing your head back as his finger grazes over your nipple, sending a direct spark of pleasure to your clit.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers mostly to himself in awe as he cups your breast, the shape fitting perfectly in his large hand.

“Thank you,” you whisper back. It’s ironic how his sweet compliment is the thing that's making you shy.

Derek slips a finger inside of you with ease, and you bite your lip to hold back your mewls. “Don’t do that. I like the way you sound.” Spencer encourages, resulting in another moan from you, loving the effect his words have on you.

Hotch unclasps your bra from behind and Spencer helps him by pulling your straps down, letting your breasts fall free. Hotch grabs your left breast, kneading it with his strong, calloused hands as he rolls your nipple in between his fingers. Spencer uses the momentary distraction to bend down and experimentally licks your nipple, humming at the sensation. He gives a couple more licks to your breast as he pulls your nipple in between his lips, sucking on it as he flicks his tongue against the sensitive bud.

You feel overwhelmed by the way all of your erogenous zones are stimulated at once; Hotch licking and biting on your neck and ear, while massaging your breast and grinding his hardness against your ass. Spencer’s swollen lips and wet tongue tracing over your nipple as Derek caresses your thighs as he adds a second finger into your pussy. You realize that this is what pleasure is supposed to be like. The zones on your body are all connected and you haven’t experienced true bliss until those spots get triggered at the same time.

“Morgan, is she ready?” Hotch asks, breathing heavily.

“More than ready, sir,” Derek grins as he takes a step back. He lets his fingers slide out of you, making you whimper at the loss of contact, but then Hotch turns you around so that your chest is pressed up against the elevator doors where he was standing.

“I need you for myself,” he groans. Derek tosses a condom from his jeans and Hotch catches it, ripping the package with his teeth while pulling his trousers down to his knees, not wanting to let a single moment go to waste. Your hands are pressed against the wall as he slowly enters you.

“Oh my god… I feel so full,” you whine and you swear you could feel him grin as you register that he’s not even fully inside of you. You let out a long breath as you feel his balls make contact with your ass.

“You’re doing okay there, princess?” Derek chuckles and you nod. Hotch slowly moves his length out of you as he slams his hips back in with a groan. You gasp as you wrap your hand around the back of his head, keeping yourself steady as he continues thrusting into you. His growls feel hot against your neck. His sweaty chest pressed up against your back, leaving you completely in his grasp.

“You feel that angel? How your pussy swallows my cock?” You let out a cry as you nod your head in agreement.

“I don’t understand Y/N. You’re a big girl, use your words.”

“Oh god…’’ Your head spins as he pounds into you. “I’m not going to tell you again Y/N, use your words.” He orders.

“Yes!’’ you cry out. ‘’God yes Aaron, it feels so good. I can feel you so deep inside of me.”

“Say my name again.” He moans as his hand trails down your stomach until it reaches your swollen bud. “Aaron, please… I’m so, so close.” He gives some quick taps to your clit, making you squirm in pleasure as your knees give out. His strong hands grip you by the waist and he hoists you back up on his dick. “I’m almost there honey, you can keep it up, be good for me.”

You let out a string of whines as he uses the palm of his hand to swiftly move against your folds, indirectly bringing pleasure to your clit. You can’t take it any more, pressing your nails into his arms as you crouch down in front of him, shaking as your release hits you. Hotch groans loudly as his dick slips out of your pussy. His dick twitches as he takes off the condom, painting your back with hot spurts of cum.

You have your eyes closed, trying to catch your breath as you’re still riding down your orgasm. You hum as you feel the soft material of Spencer’s sweater vest against your back, cleaning you up.

“You okay?” Spencer asks, kneeled in front of you. You nod your head and softly smile at his tenderness.

“Yeah. I feel really, really good.” You answer, making Spencer return your smile. With him in front of you, you notice the visible outline of his bulge pressed against his thigh and reach out to touch it. Your fingers lightly brush over his length, causing him to shudder.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” You ask sensually, looking in his eyes.

“Not really,” he responds, taking you by surprise. He sees your expression and quickly corrects himself. “It’s not like I don’t want you to! I’d- I’d love you to do…”, he’s not actually sure what you planned on doing to him. “Whatever you would do. I just-,” his voice softens, meeting your gaze. “I really need to know what you taste like.”

Your cheeks warm, feeling your arousal grow. “Okay,” you exhale. Spencer extends his hand, helping you up. You find your blazer and bundle it up for Spencer to lay his head on. You’re amazed at how willing he is to get down on the floor, ready to eat you out in a very nontraditional and arguable unsanitized way. You hover over his face as you get down on your knees, letting out a hum as his breath tingles your pussy. Spencer kneads your calves and runs his hands up the back of your thighs. He tilts his head up, placing a wet kiss on your inner thigh.

“Feels good,” you mumble. Spencer responds with a hum against your skin, the vibration causing you to moan. He grabs your thighs, slowly pulling them further apart. “I can’t wait to taste you,” he admits, sticking out his tongue and licking a stripe up your folds. You moan, arching your back. Through hooded eyes you spot the figure of Hotch. He’s sitting against the wall in front of you, lazily stroking his half hard length as he stares at you.

Just when you were about to question where Morgan was, you catch him in your periphery. He holds your gaze as he approaches, coming to a stop right in front of you. His belt buckle hangs open, but it doesn’t look like he’s touched himself.

“If you don’t mind, I’d really like to take up on that offer genius here denied.” You grin at him, hands reaching out to his belt. Spencer is keeping himself busy, licking and sucking up your juices. You pull Derek’s pants down, gasping as his dick springs free, slapping against his happy trail. You groan in delight as you wrap your hand around his shaft. He tilts his head back at the contact. “Fuck baby, your hands feel so warm and soft.” You lean forward and let some of your spit dribble down on his dick, making him hiss. You move your thumb in circles over his tip, mixing your saliva with his precum. When it feels like it’s wet enough, you move your hand up and down his length in a steady motion.

His tip grows red and you cannot resist licking your lips before putting your mouth on him. He feels heavy in your mouth as you take him in deeper, stimulating him with your tongue as you suck. His hands tangle in your hair, holding you as he moves in sync with your movements.

Spencer moves a hand up the curve of your ass while he uses the other to unbuckle his belt. He slides his hand in his pants, rubbing himself over his boxers as he relishes in your taste. His lips nibble on your labia as his nose tickles against your clit.

“Don’t get distracted, baby girl,” Derek states, softly pushing your head back down. You swallow around him and try to up your pace. Derek takes your breast in his hand, massaging it. As your nipples harden he takes one in between his fingers, pulling on it. You gasp at the sensation, making his dick slide deeper down your throat.

“Fuck! Right there baby, that feels so good,” he pants. You blink away tears, continuing the steady movement of your head and swirls of your tongue.

Spencer’s dick starts feeling too hot in his boxers and he pulls it out, so that it lays against his stomach. Your pussy is absolutely dripping because of the swipes of Spencer’s tongue and the taste of Derek in your mouth. Spencer can’t keep up with licking you clean, your wetness dripping down his chin. He reaches out to grab his length, the skin to skin contact overstimulating him.

You notice Spencer getting restless underneath you. Derek’s dick pops out of your mouth. “Are you okay, Spence?” You ask. He hums against your clit in response, you let out a high pitched moan and instinctively bend your knees. “Sorry,” you apologize as you want to tilt your hips back up, but Spencer pulls you back down by your thighs, making you sit on his face.

“Oh god…” You moan as he starts devouring you. He keeps a hand firm on your ass as he starts jerking himself off to the beautiful sounds that you’re making. You lazily tug on Derek’s cock, too distracted by Spencer’s tongue.

“Oh Spencer, I’m going to cum,” you whimper, mouth open and brows furrowed in pleasure. You start grinding yourself on his tongue, seeking your release. You find the perfect spot and Spencer presses the tip of his tongue against your clit, as you fall undone. Spencer laps up your juices and squeezes the load out of his dick as it splatters on his belly. You lift your hips to give Spencer some space. He moves away, joining you on his knees as he sits behind you, pressing featherlight kisses to your back.

“I’m not gonna last that much longer,” Derek announces, who’s been stroking himself to your orgasm. “Come here, then,” you invite as you take him back in your mouth. Placing a hand on his thigh for support, you use all of the energy that is left in you to suck him off. Your free hand reaches out to play with his balls, which seems to be the trigger for him.

“Fuck, Y/N, baby, I’m going to cum!” He groans deeply as he fills your mouth. You quickly swallow his load, eyes watering as he pulls you in by your head, needing your lips on him as he rides out the aftershocks.

“Fuck… You’re amazing, sweetheart.” He sighs, letting go of your hair so that you can catch your breath.

“Who the hell is in there?”

The voice outside is sharp and gruff. Everyone’s heads whip around, startled. Hotch swiftly buckles his belt as he strides towards the elevator doors.

“This is SSA Aaron Hotchner of the BAU. I’m stuck here with three of my agents.”

The voice responds quickly, dripping with disbelief. "Why didn’t you morons use the emergency button?"

Your colleagues look at each other, then shift their gaze to you, all with accusing looks plastered on their faces.

"Hey, don’t look at me! I’m the first one that pressed the red button!" You say in defense.

The voice outside huffs in frustration. "Red? It's a black button."

You blink in surprise, your gaze snapping to the panel. You crawl up to get a better look, and sure enough, there's a black button, boldly labeled ‘EMERGENCY.’

"What in the world?" you mutter under your breath. "Then what the hell is the red button for?!"

The voice outside laughs sarcastically. "How the hell am I supposed to know? I’ve been working here for six months. Don’t blame me because you can’t read." He pauses, clearly shaking his head. "FBI agents, my ass."

You blink in disbelief. You share an incredulous glance with Derek, then burst out laughing, your frustration giving way to amusement. "Seriously?" you mutter, shaking your head.

Derek notices how Spencer’s been unusually quiet. “Speak up, kid,” he urged.

“I’ve known what the buttons do the entire time,” he says, voice casual.

You and Hotch both turn to look at him, eyes wide. “What?!” You both exclaim at the same time.

Spencer shrugs, a playful glint in his eyes. “I told you about those movies where people overcome their differences to try to escape. I wanted to see how we would solve it.”

Derek’s mouth drops open. “You’ve been sitting here the whole time knowing exactly what to do and didn’t say anything?!”

Spencer smiles, looking almost proud of himself. “It’s a team-building exercise,” he says matter-of-factly. “Don’t tell me that you didn’t enjoy it.”

You shake your head, laughing in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable, Reid.”

As if on cue, the elevator jolts, and the soft ding of the doors opening fills the space.

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