#derek morgan smut

[chvoswxtch]

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pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader x derek morgan x spencer reid

summary: sharing is caring, afterall.

warnings: once again, every single one of them. swearing, spencer whimpering, daddy hotch, derek morgan's blinding charming ass smile, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 4.9k

a/n: the highly requested and anticipated sequel to slumber party has arrived. once again, there is no plot, bc none of you came here for that. you don't have to read part one to understand this installment, but it is highly encouraged. please enjoy this lil valentine's treat from me to you. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

Before Hotch or Derek even had a chance to step foot into Spencer’s hotel room, Spencer had kicked it shut behind himself after ushering you inside. The two men exchanged looks of confusion, glancing between each other and the closed door in front of them. Derek held his bag by the handles over his shoulder in one hand, and when he went to twist the knob on the door, it was locked. He raised his fist to lightly knock against the door.

“Hey Reid-”

“Come back in an hour.”

Derek’s ebony brows instantly pinched together, and he tossed Hotch an incredulous look over his shoulder.

“What’d he just say?”

Hotch’s permanent scowl abruptly returned to his sharp features as he stepped forward, raising his fist to pound harshly against the door.

“Reid, open this door, now.”

“In an hour.”

Derek let out a scoff, dropping his bag onto the floor with a loud thud.

“What happened to sharing, pretty boy?”

“We will, in fifty-nine minutes.”

Spencer’s voice was somewhat muffled through the thickness of the door, and it sounded far away, like he was deeper inside the room. Before either of them could say another word, a loud moan suddenly sounded from inside that clearly belonged to you. Hotch clenched his jaw while Derek stepped forward with an expression of pure irritation.

“Reid, either you open this door, or I’m kicking it down so help me-”

Hotch placed his palm against Derek’s chest and gave a slight shake of his head. Without another word, Hotch reached into his pocket and produced a room key, and in one swipe, a click followed by a flashing green light signaled that the door was unlocked. Hotch twisted the knob and pushed the door open, stepping into the room with Derek hot on his heels. 

Spencer’s head perked up from between your thighs at the abrupt intrusion, his lips and chin already glistening with your arousal, and a concoction of puzzlement and vexation knit his brows together.

“How-”

Hotch held up his right hand with the key card nestled between his index and middle finger, arching one of his thick brows in a pointed expression.

“You think I don’t have a master key to each of my agent’s rooms for emergency purposes?”

While on his knees in front of the bed with his hands clamped firmly around your soft thighs, Spencer stared at the key in Hotch’s hand as if it had personally wronged him. He hadn’t planned for that. He had planned on having you all to himself for an hour before he had to share.

“Son of a bitch.”

Derek’s mouth instantly parted into an amused tooth bearing grin at Spencer’s outburst of realization, and he chuckled while crossing his arms over his chest, causing his light gray t-shirt to stretch over his firm chest and large biceps.

“Nothing like a pretty girl to slice that genius IQ right in half. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

Raising up on your elbows on the bed, you glanced over at Derek with a faint smirk as you arched one of your brows in a teasing gesture.

“I don’t know what you’re getting cocky about. He’s the one with the eidetic memory of the female anatomy and what I like.”

“Oh it’s like that, huh? Do I need to remind you who in this room has the most practice with female anatomy? Cause I seem to remember you feeling pretty satisfied on the jet earlier.”

Slipping your hand down into the mess of light brown curls on top of Spencer’s head, you gave his hair a gentle tug to guide his mouth back to where you wanted it, a silent command he happily obliged. Feeling the warmth of Spencer’s wet tongue starting to glide slowly over your clit again, you laid back against the mattress once more and closed your eyes while a soft sigh emitted from your parted lips.

“A little refresher course never hurt anyone. Take a seat, boys. Dr. Reid is giving an oral presentation.”

Whatever argument Hotch or Derek had quickly died on their tongues as they became entranced watching Spencer sensually and slowly eat your pussy from his spot on his knees at the edge of the bed. The four of you had spent the past twelve hours since the jet landed making your rounds at the police station, visiting the scene of the crime, and the medical examiner’s office before Hotch finally decided it was time to check into the hotel. All of you were beyond exhausted, but none of you could stop thinking about what was going to happen the second the four of you were finally alone together.

There had been a buzzing energy surrounding the four of you since you stepped off the jet with the promise of more in the back of everyone’s minds.

As much as their hands were itching to touch you, Hotch and Derek couldn’t tear their eyes away from the enticing show taking place in front of them. The way your body writhed gently against the mattress, the rhythm of your hips rolling back and forth against Spencer’s face like a delicate ocean tide, the soft and hedonistic noises of pleasure that rose in volume and pitch as Spencer devoured you like a man on death row savoring his last meal.

“At least we found a way to shut him up.”

Hotch softly grinned at Derek’s quiet quip while reaching up to loosen the knot on his tie completely, slipping it from around his neck. 

“Silver lining. Help her get more comfortable, would you?”

Derek grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it carelessly behind himself. As soon as his belt was unbuckled, he kicked off his shoes and pushed his jeans down to his ankles to step out of them, leaving him in a white pair of briefs that were already bulging from his half hard cock.

“Way ahead of you.”

Taking a few steps over towards the large bed, Derek moved to sit on his knees right behind your head and leaned forward to grab the bottom of your dress that was bunched up around your hips. He pulled it upwards to slip it off of you, leaving you completely exposed. The cool temperature in the room quickly had your nipples rising to stiff peaks, and you shivered when Derek’s large and warm hands began to squeeze your breasts firmly. Letting your eyes flutter open, you stared up into Derek’s deep and warm chocolate brown eyes as he flashed you that charming grin that never failed to make you weak in the knees.

“Reid putting his mouth to good use?”

Sinking your top teeth into your bottom lip, you arched your back slightly off the mattress and moaned in response as Spencer trapped your clit between his soft lips and began to suck fervently. In return, you gave his hair a rough tug which had a moan of his own vibrating against your soaked cunt. The vibrations echoed throughout your trembling thighs, and your stomach felt tight with anticipation for what was coming, and what would follow afterwards.

Derek toyed with your sensitive nipples, alternating between flicking his thumbs over them, rolling them between his thumb and index finger, and pinching gently. He leaned over you, teasingly gliding his tongue in a languid circle around your hardened nub before sucking it into his mouth and biting down gently, causing you to tug harder at Spencer’s unruly roots. The combination of the stimulation from Derek and Spencer was almost too much, and it had you barreling towards euphoria quickly.

Opening your eyes, you were immediately drawn to the sight of Hotch sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, watching intently while a haze of lust darkened his eyes to the deepest shade you had ever seen them. He was still fully dressed in his suit, but he held his tie tightly in his right hand, and a jolt of excitement rushed through your nervous system.

“Who’s that for?”

Hotch lifted his gaze from Spencer’s head between your thighs to meet your eyes, and a wicked smirk tugged at the edge of his mouth.

“Now if I told you, that would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?”

Oh.

Hotch was in the mood to play. 

The more comfortable the four of you got with your little arrangement, the more everyone started to see the real version of one another in the bedroom. Out of the three men, Hotch was by far the most dominant, and enjoyed being in complete control, which wasn’t really a surprise to anyone. But the fetishes that lurked beneath the surface did catch you off guard from time to time. 

Derek wasn’t too keen on being tied up, unless you talked him into it on rare occasions, so you and Spencer were usually the object of Hotch’s bondage fantasies. You didn’t realize you would enjoy being completely at someone else’s mercy so much, but with Hotch, you found it incredibly erotic. Everything he did was to maximize your pleasure. He may have liked being in control, but out of the three of them, he definitely took the cake for being a giver.

The second Spencer gently grazed his teeth over your sensitive clit, your orgasm unexpectedly crashed over you without warning, and your body seized up while repetitive cries of pleasure tore through your chest. Gripping the sheets so hard in your fists your knuckles turned stark white, you tried to weakly pull away from Spencer’s delectable assault on your overstimulated clit, but Derek held your hips down firmly so that Spencer could continue to ravenously collect every drop you had to offer. 

The line between pleasure and pain was beginning to blur, and relief only came when Hotch grabbed Spencer by his hair and tugged his head backwards before pulling him up to his feet. Spencer’s pupils were completely blown open with lust, and his lips were somewhat swollen as they glistened with the burst of gratification he had wrung from you. He was lightly panting trying to catch his own breath.

“That’s enough.”

“But I-”

“You get to fuck her when I say you can. Understood?”

Spencer’s hands clenched into tight fists at his sides, one of his physical tells that he was aroused and trying to contain himself. He swallowed thickly and nodded his head in silent obedience. The deep and calm tone of Hotch’s voice was laced with a delicate warning, letting all three of you know that there was no room for debate regarding who was in control tonight.

You didn’t call him “Daddy of the BAU” for nothing.

“Yes sir.”

Releasing his grip on Spencer’s hair, Hotch grabbed onto the back of his neck instead and pulled him in to kiss him deeply, swiping his tongue along Spencer’s bottom lip and biting it roughly while humming in appreciation at the taste of you that lingered. A low growl sounded from deep within Hotch’s chest as he let go of Spencer.

“Good boy. Get undressed and switch places with Morgan.”

While Derek and Spencer swapped places, you moved to sit up on wobbly knees, and Hotch stepped forward to capture your jaw in his large hand, his ring and pinky finger resting along your neck against your pulse point to feel the thrum of your pounding heartbeat. His thumb brushed along your bottom lip lightly, and a flash of pure lust eclipsed over his darkened eyes when you wrapped your lips around it and pressed your tongue firmly against the pad of his thumb. He bent down to where your noses were just barely an inch apart.

“Do you think you could handle two of us at once, sweetheart?”

Your eyes instantly lit up at the question. Normally they all took turns with you, or one fucked you while you sucked another off. You had only taken two of them at once twice before, and while it caused a lingering ache for the following days after, it was absolutely worth it. Nodding your head eagerly, Hotch let out a dark chuckle as a crooked grin split across his lips.

“Good girl.”

Tearing his gaze away, Hotch looked at Derek and tossed him the tie that was in his hand, gesturing with his head towards Spencer’s direction.

“I want his hands tied to the bed.”

Derek turned to look down at Spencer with an amused smirk, taking a step closer towards the edge of the bed as he straightened out the tie in his hands.

“You heard ‘em, pretty boy. Lemme see those hands.”

Spencer let out a whine of protest, turning his head to look at Hotch with a pleading expression, but Hotch gave a firm shake of his head while slipping his jacket off of his broad shoulders and down his arms. 

“You follow the rules, you get what you want. You act like a brat, you get treated like one. Next time, you open the door when I tell you to. Give Morgan your hands.”

While Derek slipped the fabric around Spencer’s wrists in an intricate labyrinth to bind them together and tied them to the headboard with Hotch’s tie, Hotch took his time unbuttoning his dress shirt. You watched over your shoulder as Derek expertly weaved the tie around Spencer’s wrists with a soft pout on your lips.

“Don’t think I forgot about you.”

Before you had a moment to process the sound of Hotch unbuckling his belt, he grabbed your hips and twisted your body around to face Spencer, and just as quickly pulled your arms behind your back. Grabbing your wrists in one of his large hands, Hotch slipped the leather of his belt around them to secure your wrists together tightly. Your lips parted in surprise while you gazed down at Spencer below you. His arms were raised above his head, wrists crossed one over the other and bound to the headboard by Hotch’s black tie, the pupils of his eyes blown so wide they nearly obscured the hazel ring of his irises.

Your eyes fell to the sight of his hard cock, fully erect and standing proud to attention, the swollen tip a deep shade of rose and glossed over with weeping arousal. You could see the muscles in his lower abdomen tighten as you noticed him very tenuously flexing his hips upwards against nothing in search of friction. 

“He looks pretty like this, doesn’t he?”

Hotch whispered lowly in your ear, the warmth of his breath against your delicate skin causing you to shudder in response and arch your back subtly. 

“Yes.”

“Tell him.”

Staring down directly into Spencer’s eyes, a soft whimper caught in your throat while a fresh tide of arousal leaked between your thighs.

“You look so pretty like this, Spence.”

Hotch’s rough hands firmly gripped onto your hips as he pressed his bare chest flush against your back. You could feel his hard cock pressing against your lower back, and you instinctively pushed your ass back against him which caused him to dig his blunt nails into your soft flesh.

“Behave.”

Hotch quietly hissed between clenched teeth. Brushing your hair off your bare shoulder, he nuzzled his nose against the column of your neck and took your earlobe between his teeth, biting down roughly before gliding his tongue along the shell of your ear. A quiet shuddering breath slipped past your lips, and you could feel Hotch grin against your neck.

“Now, listen closely. I want you to ride Spencer while I fuck you from behind, and I want you to open that pretty mouth nice and wide to take Derek’s cock. Understood?”

Derek reached out to cradle your jaw in his large hand, gently tugging your bottom lip down with his thumb as he leaned in and pressed a teasing kiss right beneath your ear, whispering in a sultry voice.

“Think you can handle that, baby girl?”

“She can handle it. She’s a good girl.”

Despite being bound to the bed, Spencer’s voice had a rough and somewhat dominant cadence to it as he spoke matter of factly. All three men shared a knowing look between each other before Hotch smacked his palm against your ass, drawing your attention back to the present with a soft gasp tearing from your lips, reminding you that he expected an answer. Swallowing thickly, you nodded eagerly in a breathless voice.

“Yes.”

Derek arched one of his onyx brows as he slipped his hand down from your jaw down to your throat, giving it a faint squeeze.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes sir.”

Derek’s lips parted into a dazzling proud grin. He slipped his hand down between your thighs, his index and middle finger experimentally slipping inside your soaked cunt while his thumb teasingly brushed over your sensitive clit. A sharp moan tore from your chest while you clamped your thighs around Derek’s hand, and his dark brown eyes flickered over your shoulder to give Hotch a slight nod of his head.

“Oh she’s more than ready.”

A whimper escaped your lips when Derek retracted his hand and lifted his fingers to his lips to lick them clean. Hotch lifted you up slightly to move you forward, causing you to straddle Spencer’s hips. Both of you let out a piercing whine as the head of his throbbing cock brushed against your pulsing clit, and as a deep chuckle rumbled in Hotch’s chest, you felt it vibrating against your back.

“Good. Then let’s play.”

Reaching down between you and Spencer, Derek wrapped his hands around the base of Spencer’s hard cock, which had Spencer hissing softly and lightly shifting his hips upwards. As Hotch gripped onto your hips and guided you forward, Derek assisted in aligning your body to help you slowly sink down on Spencer’s cock. Spencer had been watching earnestly, but as soon as your welcoming heat enveloped him completely and he bottomed out inside of you, his head fell back against the pillows as he let out a strangled moan, his jaw going slack and his eyes screwed shut. 

“Oh f-fuck…”

Spencer was by far the most vocal out of the three of them, and it always filled you with a rush of excitement being able to tear such alluring noises from his pretty mouth.

Giving you only a few seconds to adjust, Hotch placed his palm between your shoulder blades and pushed you forwards, causing you to lean over Spencer completely while Derek moved your hair away from your face. The only reason you hadn’t fallen over was because Hotch had a tight hold on the belt that was bound around your wrists, keeping you suspended in the exact position he wanted you in. Spitting into his palm, Hotch used his saliva as a lubricant to coat the length of his cock as he positioned himself behind you, lifting your hips slightly to make you arch your back and align your ass further up into the air.

“Take a deep breath for me, baby.”

Sucking in a sharp inhale, you dug your nails deeply into the skin of your palms in anticipation. Hotch reached around your body to strum his index and middle finger in quick circles over your clit, ripping a surprised moan from deep within your chest. Thanks to the orgasm Spencer had given you, your body was more relaxed, and your pussy was still slick with your release which made it easier for Hotch to join Spencer inside you. When you felt the blunt head of Hotch’s cock nudging against Spencer’s and slowly stretching you out inch by divine inch, your jaw became fully unhinged and your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head.

“Ohmygod-”

The voice that echoed from your throat didn’t even sound like it belonged to you. It was depleted of oxygen and came out in such a rush that your own ears had trouble unscrambling the words. The sound of Hotch letting out a guttural moan behind you sounded like thunder booming right in your ears. The serrated sting between your thighs was impossible to ignore as your spongy walls were stretched to accommodate them both, but the discomfort paled in comparison to the succulent fullness that you felt. Hotch continued to stimulate jolts of pleasure by strumming your clit with his index and middle fingers, trying to help your body to relax and adjust to the new and overwhelming intrusion. 

“Shh…there you go. Just breathe, baby girl.”

Derek was lovingly stroking his fingers through your hair while reminding you to perform such a basic subconscious action. As you struggled to suck in deep breaths, Spencer was impatiently thrusting his hips upwards in a slow rhythm, his biceps flexing while he tugged at the restraints on his wrist. Hotch gripped onto your hips tightly to keep you from falling on top of Spencer, his blunt nails leaving crescent shaped indentations on your soft hips. Once he felt the tension evaporate and your muscles loosening, he started to flex his hips forward to match Spencer’s delicate rhythm.

The composition of their conduction had your body swaying to the idle tempo they had silently established. Spencer and Hotch held you securely between their thighs, gliding back and forth over your delicate strings, coaxing legato notes of pleasure from your lips. 

Once Derek could see that you were completely relaxed and ready for more, he moved in closer and brushed his thumb along your bottom lip, a silent signal you instantly obeyed by parting your lips eagerly. A deep sigh of appreciation sounded from Derek’s chest when he slowly slipped his cock past your lips, and he gently traced his thumb along your cheekbone while you moaned at the feeling of his velvet weight caressing your tongue. 

This was the first time you had ever taken all three of them at once like this, and it was almost entirely too overwhelming. Every single one of your senses was overstimulated. 

Despite the three of them wearing starkly unique colognes, it was impossible to discern which smell belonged to who. Each of their scents perfectly mixed in with your own, creating one indistinguishable fragrance that enveloped you entirely and left you feeling intoxicated and light headed. Your skin was overheated already from the intensity of the moment, but also from the warmth that radiated naturally from each one of them; Hotch’s chest flush against your back, Derek’s palms caressing your cheeks, and Spencer’s thighs lightly smacking against your own. 

Even though your heart was pounding in your ears to the point of being deafening, you could hear the heavenly noises escaping each of them. Spencer was whimpering beneath you, begging for you to ride him harder. Derek was panting breathlessly above you, whispering softly how good you felt. Hotch was letting out deep growls and grunts as he moved behind you, demanding lowly in your ear that you take everything he was giving you.

The salty tang of Derek’s leaking arousal coated your tongue, but you could also still taste the roasted blonde espresso from Spencer’s lips and the fresh wintergreen mint that lingered on Hotch’s tongue. The pleasure was getting to be too much, and you couldn’t hardly keep your eyes open. You weren’t even on the brink of another orgasm yet, but there was already a firework show happening behind your eyelids. 

Something about this moment was so incredibly perfect, like this was where you all belonged. 

Together.

This wasn’t just about sex. It never had been. A piece of you had always belonged to each of them, and vice versa, ever since that first night in Vegas. There was just something about the four of you together that couldn’t be explained, but you all felt it every time you were with each other like this.

A single reaction from one of you set off a chain reaction for the rest of you. Hotch started to snap his hips in more powerful and precise thrusts, causing you to grind down harder on Spencer’s cock, and the vibrations of you moaning around Derek’s cock caused his own rhythm to become sloppy and falter when he began to fuck your face. 

The air in the hotel room was thick with heat and sweat like a sauna, and a cacophony of intermingled moans and grunts of satisfaction grew louder and louder the closer you all got to reaching a peak as grand as Everest. The second one of you jumped off the top to free fall, the rest of you would follow.

Spencer was the first to break. He was so far gone he couldn’t even get a warning out, but the second he released inside of you with a loud shout of your name, his spasming hips caused his pubic bone to bump against your clit repeatedly just right to set off your own orgasm. Hotch was fucking you relentlessly from behind as he chased his own high, and the contraction of your walls combined with the flood of yours and Spencer’s release made him double over as he grunted loudly, resting his forehead against your middle back while pumping his seed deeper and deeper within you. Derek was the last to fall apart. He let his head fall back while closing his eyes, his beautiful features twisted up in pure ecstasy as he let out a sensual moan while spilling down your throat.

The four of you were stuck together in a sweaty pile on the bed and no one wanted to move. Derek slowly slipped his softened cock from your lips so you could gasp for air, and he gently ran his fingers through your hair to help you calm down. Hotch did his best to carefully pull out, but the sudden movement had you crying out and tensing up. Hotch peppered gentle kisses along your shoulder blades, shushing you quietly while removing the leather restraint of his belt from your wrists and massaging them gently. Without him holding you up by your hips, you collapsed face first into Spencer’s chest.

When Derek freed Spencer’s wrists from the headboard, Spencer immediately wrapped his arms securely around your trembling frame and cradled your head against his chest. He didn’t dare move, letting himself soften inside of you as he held you there, pressing his lips to your forehead in a soft kiss and delicately carding his fingers through your hair.

Each one of you were panting hard, trying to regain your bearings from such an intense experience, but they had catapulted you so far up into the clouds, you weren’t sure you could ever make it down. It felt as if you had stuck your finger into an outlet, sending an intense shock throughout your entire body, the lingering electricity still crackling with the faintest jolts of motion. Their voices were distant and muffled, like your head was underwater, and you couldn’t focus on anything except the blackness that pulled over the entire horizon behind your eyelids.

Moments later, something cold and wet was pressed against the back of your neck, causing a shiver to spread throughout your body. When your eyes lazily fluttered open, you were met with the dim light of the hotel room, and as you slowly lifted your head, Spencer began to come into focus in front of you. He was laying back against the pillows watching you, holding a washcloth soaked in cold water against the back of your neck while still slipping his fingers through your hair with his other hand. He gently wiped the washcloth over both of your heated cheeks and flashed you a dopey grin.

“Welcome back to Earth, pretty girl.”

A faint blush tinted your cheeks as you looked at him with a tired smile, humming softly while nuzzling into the warmth of his body as you hugged him. “Hi.”

Hearing the sweet and sleepy mumble from your lips, Spencer leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Hotch and Morgan went to grab us some dinner. They’ll be back in a bit. How are you feeling?”

“Sticky.”

Spencer erupted in laughter at the adorable pout on your lips, nodding as he brushed a strand of your hair out of your face.

“There were a lot of bodily fluids being exchanged.”

“Okay, it sounds gross when you say it like that.”

“Is ‘you did have three guys come inside you at once’ better?”

Scrunching up your nose, you weakly lifted your hand to press your index finger against Spencer’s soft lips with a quiet laugh.

“Please shut up.”

Spencer chuckled as he pressed a soft kiss to your finger, tossing the wet washcloth onto the nightstand by the bed.

“Fine. How about a shower?”

“Too much standing.”

“A bath?”

Pretending to think it over, you eventually let out a soft exhale while gazing into Spencer’s hazel eyes with a teasing grin.

“Spencer Reid, you’re a genius.”

The edge of Spencer’s lips tugged upwards into a playful smirk, and he rolled his eyes at your lame joke. He moved to sit up, slipping one of his arms underneath your knees and his other around your waist so he could lift you up into his embrace to carry you towards the bathroom.

“So I’ve been told.”

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[beelmons]

Luxury poker nights (18+)

cw: sex-servant kink, voyeurism, reader gets passed around basically, rossi is there but doesn't engage, hotch x morgan x spencer x reader, reader is an implied escort/prostitute, fem!reader

A/N: i won't apologize for being a slut. PT 2 has be released here!

“I’ll draw three— fuck.” Spencer muttered under his breath as he reached for the cards that Rossi was dealing to him. 

Your mouth was tightly wrapped around his cock underneath the poker table, your head bobbing up and down, body bare to your toes as you kneeled on a pad that the guys had given you for that exact purpose. Your tongue running against his shaft was driving him insane, unable to fully focus on the game he was playing. You figured, even if you knew nothing about these men, that this was the only way they could get to beat him.  

“Told you poker nights at Rossi’s were the best, kid.” Morgan said from across the wooden surface as he took a sip off his beer “He’s always got surprises like this ready for us.” 

The muscular man shot a charming smile and a wink towards the eldest, who replied with a chuckle of his own. “I like to have my boys treated nicely. Only the best.” he added.

“She sure is.” Aaron said with warmth in his voice. 

He tilted his head to observe you servicing his subordinate so diligently. Spencer was sitting on his right, Morgan his left, and Dave right in front, so he had full access to the rest of your body while you were focused on Reid. He shuffled a little to have his chair closer to where you were before he reached for your free hand, then leaned enough to be able to place a gentle kiss to the back of it. “Lend me this, will you?” he cooed while he guided it to his already exposed member. 

You let out a hum in agreement, your fingers carefully wrapping around the slippery dick; you had tended to him before moving to Spencer, so he was already fully hard, coated with saliva, and almost ready to burst. Your hand mimicked the movements of your head, stroking up and down in moderate motions. 

“So, what do we think of the new section chief?” Aaron asked. 

“Seems to have a solid career trajectory.” Rossi added. 

“As long as he doesn’t begin to micromanage us, I don’t care if he’s a monkey on a monocycle.” Derek contributed as well. 

Eyes landed on Reid when he lacked an opinion, only to find out he had his lips parted, his hands on the back of your head as he looked at you devouring his cock, and his pants had grown into a messy pattern. Shortly after, his hands pressed you down and he let his seed spill into your mouth. As you had been paid to do so, you swallowed. 

Spencer took a couple of breaths to steady his high, you having moved away from him to have your lips latched onto Hotch’s tip once again. “He seems reliable. But what’s up with the weird interactions with JJ?” his eyes narrowed as he asked. 

“Don’t you worry about that, Reid.” Aaron answered, his hand landing on your head in a similar fashion the young doctor had, making sure you kept your pace as they spoke. 

“Well, are we here to play poker? or to talk shop?” Morgan interrupted the conversation. “All in.” 

“You seem very confident, Morgan.” Spencer teased, eyeing his own cards.

“Oh, does your brain finally work, pretty boy? It sure looked like my girl here had the wires disconnected for a while.” he joked back, referring to the way you had sucked the intelligence out of him. 

“Full house. Jacks over sixes.” Spencer said, opening his cards for them to see. 

Aaron and Dave threw theirs on the table, not even daring to show them. Reid’s eyebrows raised daringly, confident enough that he had an unbeatable hand. Morgan, however, did not yield, and he threw his cards on the surface to show his hand. 

“Poker of Jacks.” he clarified, pointing at the four identical symbols on the square pieces of carton. Spencer let out a small curse and Derek made a happy little dance. “Why don’t you come over here, mama? You wanna be where the winner’s at.” he said, tilting his head to look in your direction. 

Aaron shot him a look at the fact that he was depriving him of your velvet tongue. You had long learned that ‘all in’ included everything, and that also meant you. Hotch was gentle enough to offer a hand and help you up, his cock still dangling from his pants as he stood up. Once both of you were on your feet, he pulled you closer, his hands landing to massage your ass. “Give me a quick kiss before you go.” he said half jokingly, and you obliged. His hands squeezing your skin as your lips passionately moved on his. 

You rounded the boss’s chair so you could be on Morgan’s side, awaiting your instructions, and he gently tugged you by your waist to guide you to his lap. His dick as was already out, simply laying half-hard against his pants. It usually went like that, all of them with their cocks ready to be attended when they wanted, for as long as the night lasted. 

Derek took it into his hand and perked it up, indicating for you to sit on his lap. Before you lowered yourself, though, he aligned his member with your entrance, and you let out a small wince of pleasure at his size. You held onto the table for support, and you were ready to start moving before an arm on your thigh stopped you. 

“No, no, sweetheart, you have done enough. We’re changing roles for now, let me treat you well while you play some poker.” the man huskied behind you. 

Your eyebrows furrowed questioningly, but you heard the chair move, and felt your body pulled slightly back to have you leaning on the table, your forearms resting right by the edge to help you up. Morgan’s hips immediately began to thrust at their own rhythm, rather slow, although at times faster. 

You were panting a little as he fucked you from behind. The cards were dealt, and you got a decent hand. You exchanged two cards, Spencer changed one, Dave two, and Aaron three. All while they barely paid attention to the man fucking you in the middle of the room. 

“All in.” Aaron said, and everyone’s eyebrows raised, they all know what that meant. 

“Well, baby, if you want to cum, you’re gonna have to beat his hand.” Derek pointed out, his hips still moving into you, the apparent apathy of everyone else just adding to your arousal. You looked at your hand, full house, threes over twos, not very high, but still probable enough that you could take the bag, and hopefully continue getting filled by the man behind you. Although, if you were honest, either outcome was okay. Servicing such handsome, and well mannered men was always a pleasure. 

“F-Full house. Threes over t-twos.” you panted out, opening your cards for everyone to see. Dave, almost immediately, folded on the table.  

“Close.” Spencer said “As you probably are, too.” he teased with a mischievous smile as he showed his cards “Full house. Sixes over twos.” 

“Nice try.” Aaron said when Spencer tried to reach for the pool “Straight flush.” he proudly showed his hand. 

“Next round, maybe, pumpkin.” Morgan said before he smacked your ass, hard enough to excite you, not enough to be overly painful. 

He pulled out of you and directed you to Hotch by your hips, immediately taking his seat back without putting away his cock. 

“Why don’t you grab some water and take a break, honey?” Aaron said as soon as you stood next to him “I have the feeling we’ll be here all night.” 

[phefics]

You posted those pictures of spencer and now I wonder how each of the Criminal Minds guys would do oral. I DON'T KNOW IF I WRITE

i think u sent this without finishing lol ?? but i hope u like these lil hcs <33

aaron hotchner gives head the way he does all things — with his whole chest, totally determined, never giving up. he loves to sink down between your thighs and make you cum with a mixture of his tongue and fingers before he fucks you, making sure you’re nice and wet for his cock.

derek morgan wouldn’t say he gets much pleasure from giving head, but he is gonna do it enthusiastically. he sees it as worshipping your body and a fun bit of foreplay before he fucks you. he likes to talk during sex a lot, so having his mouth occupied is a little inconvenient, lol.

spencer reid should hate eating pussy, being such a germaphobe, but he really loves it actually. he knows anatomy very well, so even if he’s inexperienced he can find all the right places. he would just bury his face and stay there as long as it takes for you to be completely spent.

[lust444men]

Reid: I hate playing make believe with little kids. You shoot them with a laser and they're like "actually I went back in time, so it doesn't count." What are you talking about??? you just casually rip open a hole in the space-time continuum? irresponsible.

hotch:

hotch: are you talking about my son?

[ddejavvu]

m.list - derek morgan

blurbs:

coworkers to lovers with derek

derek falling for hotch's daughter

hooking up with derek while drunk

derek visits you in the hospital

losing your virginity to derek

meeting derek's team

telling derek you're a virgin

getting stuck in a cell with derek

derek gets you ice cream

soulmate au with derek

derek finds out his girlfriend is rossi's daughter

derek spoils you on valentine's day

dilf!morgan x plus size!reader

derek would still love you if you were a worm

derek x ghost!reader

derek likes your perfume

moreid make you nervous in the interrogation room

you and derek have the same last name

[astrophileous]

LOVE BUGS MASTERLIST

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Female Reader

Synopsis: You and Derek Morgan have an arrangement. At work, your relationship is strictly business. Under the sheets, it's all about pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. Until, of course, your feelings start to get involved. Your situation is complicated enough without the unexpexted predicament that suddenly befalls upon you. But with a maniac serial killer on the loose, will you ever get the chance to make everything right?

Warning(s): 18+ NSFW SMUT CONTENT, alcohol consumption, serial killers, graphic depictions of violence/injuries/blood/murder, cursing, violent uses of guns and knives, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of abortion, kidnapping, etc. (please see each individual part to know more about the complete list of warnings)

Status: Completed

All of the parts from Love Bugs can also be found under the hashtag "love bugs" on my profile.

Criminal Minds Masterlist

Author's Note: Hellooo and welcome to the masterlist for Love Bugs! This is the very first derek morgan fic I've ever written and the very first time in my life I took a shot at writing smut lol. Pls be mindful of the warnings for this series, including the ones listed in each individual part below. It's also worth mentioning that even tho the main pairing for this fic will be derek morgan x reader, it's also got a lot of bau team x reader undertones in case you're wondering why the scenes between derek and the reader are lacking in some places. Aside from that, I hope you still enjoy this little piece of indulgence I've written and pls pls pls don't forget to give your support by liking/commenting/reblogging. Thank you!

Part 01

Part 02

Part 03

Part 04

Part 05

Part 06

Part 07

Additional materials:

You catch Derek talking to your pregnant belly

Overprotective Derek

Sex reveal party

Derek lifting your bump (like the TikTok trends)

When you're nearing your due date

Derek loves to see you waddle

The song that plays on your first dance, on your wedding day

Derek teaches his son to talk to his unborn sister

Pregnancy pillow and jealous Derek

Video of Little Bug meeting Baby Bug for the first time (submitted by the lovely @thisgirlisonfayeeer ❤️)

Derek gets jealous of not having bug-related nickname (or, your daughter's first word)

This series is completed. Requests are open for blurbs/headcanons/etc. You can send me an ask for the requests or even if you just want to gush about the fic. Thank you for reading!

[htchnr]

➻❥ HTCHNR'S 2023 KINKTOBER ✮

★ - © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫! - ★

✮ FINISHED.

༺♰ Outdoor Sex. Astarion — mug after mug. ✅

༺❥ Degredation. BAU!Hotch — just a toy. ✅

༺♰ Ab Riding. Derek Morgan — damn his abs. ✅

༺❥ Blood Kink. Unsub!Hotch — new favorite flavor. ✅

༺♰ Hunting Kink. Unsub!Hotch — thrill of the hunt. ✅

[beautifulbrainrot]

spencer reid x reader x derek morgan

cw 18+ oral (m receiving), daddy kink

“you look so pretty sucking daddy’s cock baby..” you purred, looking down at where spencer was sat on his knees, derek’s cock deep inside of his mouth.

“he does, doesn’t he?” derek spoke, his voice low and seductive, a groan falling from his lips as spencer whined around his cock at both of your praises.

spencer slowly started bobbing his head on morgans cock, his tongue running along the sensitive underside of dereks cock, causing derek to throw his head back an moan as spencer’s warm, wet mouth enveloped him.

you smiled as you watched the scene in front of you, before turning your head towards derek’s to catch his lips in a passionate kiss. you drank in his moans, eyes opening slightly to see spencer staring up at you, his pupils blown with lust.

you broke apart from derek, both of you looking down towards spencer, his eyes watering as he gagged slightly or derek’s length.

you laughed lightly as you looked lower, spencer’s cock standing up against his stomach, the now red tip leaking against him.

“look how much he enjoys choking on your cock.. such a slut.” you laughed sadistically.

“wanna choke some more baby?” derek asked. spencer nodded his head the best he could and whined lightly around derek’s cock, the vibration causing him to gasp and buck lightly into spencer’s warm mouth.

you watched as derek brought his hand down to tangle in spencer’s soft curls, and smiled as he pushed spencer’s head further down on his cock, before pulling him back up, so his mouth only wrapped around the tip.

spencer moaned louder, tears dripping down his cheeks as derek used him for his own pleasure, his own cock twitching and leaking more pre come against his stomach.

derek came with a shout, slamming spencer down on his cock so that he swallowed all of his hot release.

[cherryspence]

i think we need to start the babygirlification of derek morgan

[mggsv]

15 Minutes

gn!reader x derek morgan x aaron hotch hotchner (18+)

summary: “Look at that..” He began to unbuckle his belt. “We got 15 minutes.” He murmurs to Hotch. “We’ve dealt with less time.”

warnings: secret relationship, office sex, dom!hotch, dom!morgan, sub!reader, oral ( male receiving), hair pulling, minor degrading, choking, dumbification

“That’s it…you’re doing perfect sweetheart.”

Hotch breathes out, hand wrapped tightly in your hair as you took his thick cock into your mouth. Your lips were swollen, knees hurting from the hard floor, you had been there a while- getting your Daddy off. “Fuck..” he tipped his head back slightly, clouded eyes staring at that slutty mouth of yours while you took him whole.

you’re on your knees below his desk, from any other angle than right next to him, it seemed perfectly fine. But you were there, sucking Hotch’s dick for the morning before JJ set the meeting for the case you all had.

You could see him losen his tie just a bit. If it were up to Hotch you’d be getting fucking right now. He so badly wanted to bend you over his desk, hands full of your ass while he fucked you. The thoughts made his cock twitch in your mouth, a groan leaving him soon afterwards.

A knock on the door disrupts you. You halt and stare up at him in alarm, but we’ll he does is pat your cheek. “Keep going.” He says lowly.

“Come in.”

“Hotch, we got a case- Florida.” JJ, as you expected. Your tongue swirled around his thick head. You could hear Hotch give a small cough, but his eyes were on JJ. You watched him nod, “How bad is it?”

“Bad as it’ll get. I’m gonna need the team on the jet, we can go over the case on the way.” She chuckles, placing a file in his desk, you could see the vanilla colored ends of the file while he reached for it. “Thank you.” He whispers, your head lowering as your tongue licked a long strip down the veins of his cock. You kissed gently, licking up the saliva you had coated it with just moments before.

“Hotch-“ you heard Morgan’s voice pipe in. Your sex throbbed as you started to touch yourself between the legs, earning a slight disappointed look from Hotch.

“Morgan. JJ could you give us some privacy please?.” Your head moved faster, feeling Aaron’s cock twitch in your mouth. Your hand slipped into your pants, starting to touch yourself. Once you heard the door shut, He lets out a small moan. His eyes weren’t on you though, they were on Morgan, whom he motioned forward. You let up as Morgan came into view, giving you a small smile.

“Look at that..” He began to unbuckle his belt. “We got 15 minutes.” He murmurs to Hotch.

“We’ve dealt with less time.”

-

“Ah- Fuck..” Your hips buck against the cool desk as Morgan’s cock slammed into you. Your whimpers grow desperate, desperate for release neither of them granted. You were laid out completely across the desk on your back. On one side Morgan fucked into you, fast, and the other, Hotch rutting his cock onto your face while he choked you. “Close sweetheart?” He whispers, looking down at you. You were seeing stars. “Yes- Yes please Daddy..” your voice rasped.

You gasp for air, feeling Hotch’s hand release for just a moment before tightening. He holds your head up at a more comfortable angle while he slipped in and out of your mouth sloppily. Derek’s thrusts became heavier, his groans spilling fluently while he tried to rush your orgasm. That pool in your stomach was burning. “Look at that..made for me.” He murmurs.

Hotch’s cum splattered on your face before you could even process. You gasped, your back arching feeling Morgan’s cock press deeper into you. Hotch’s hand was still around your throat, his cock slapping your face to smear what was already there. Morgan’s next groan made your body burst. Your legs shook violently, Hotch’s hand never letting up. Your eyes fluttered shut as your hips bucked sadly against Morgan’s strong hands that kept them spread.

You mumbled incoherently to them as Hotch released your throat, quickly leaving a loving kiss on your lips. Morgan’s thick cock slipped out of your leaking hole, his hands rubbing the soon to be marks on your inner thighs. “Baby? Talk to me.” His hands smoothed out your body while they rode higher and higher up your torso. Your body relaxed into the polished wood while there was a knock at the door.

“Hotch? Morgan? Cmon we’re about to take off.” You hear JJ call. The air felt thick as you caught your breath. You drowned out Aaron and Derek’s voices as they talked to each other, and whispered to you. That feeling of Morgan’s warm hands on your body- rubbing you into comfort, and Aaron’s sweet voice close to your ear while he did the same. It was your favorite part, their hands on you after fucking you dumb over Hotch’s desk.

“Hotch-“

“You go..I’ll catch up, alright?” They share a small kiss. Morgan leans down to peck your swollen lips, “I’ll see you when I’m done sweetheart.”

[uranometrias]

criminal minds requests are open! i’m in a hotch mood, but i am open to writing for everyone! xx

[chvoswxtch]

slumber party

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader x derek morgan x spencer reid

summary: while en route to a case, the four of you let off a little steam.

warnings: all of them. every single one of them. swearing, a lil angst, derek morgan's smile, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 3.3k

a/n: let's be real. you didn't come here for a plot, and I didn't write one. enjoy this slutty vision I had in the shower. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

The jet was quiet apart from the sporadic sound of pages being flipped and Spencer’s occasional soft noises of either being intrigued or perplexed regarding details of the case, deciphered only by their volume and pitch. Hotch had read the same paragraph on the report at least seven times, and there seemed to be some kind of disconnect between his tired eyes and unresponsive brain. Letting out a quiet irritated exhale and diverting his attention to the top of the paragraph yet again, a soft noise caused his ears to perk up.

Finally looking up from the report for the first time in half an hour since he originally sat down, creases furrowed in the midst of his forehead when he glanced towards the other end of the jet and caught sight of you. From where he sat, all he could see was the back of your head since you seemed to be facing the back of the seat you were in, which he found extremely odd. But as he craned his neck, he noticed a familiar pair of hands on your hips and instantly clenched his jaw.

“Son of a bitch.”

The second Hotch shot up out of his chair, Spencer finally tore his own eyes away from the report and turned his head to follow Hotch’s angry march down the aisle of the jet with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. Now that there were no obstructions in his line of sight, Hotch had the full view of you sitting topless on Derek’s lap with your skirt bunched up around your waist, grinding your hips down in a slow but sensual rhythm. Derek’s hands were firmly grasped on your hips to help guide your movements, and his face was buried into your exposed chest.

“Morgan you greedy fucker.”

The sound of Hotch’s angry voice booming in the comfortable silence caused you to immediately tense up and stop moving, but Derek wasn’t having any of that. He gripped a little tighter onto your hip and gave your ass a light smack, pulling his head back to look at you with that dazzling smile of his that could make anyone weak in the knees.

“No no no no, keep goin’ baby girl. Don’t worry about him. You just keep doing what you’re doing…that’s it.”

Derek leaned his head back against the seat, looking over at Hotch with that same charming grin on his face. His warm chocolate brown eyes were glazed over with lust and had been eclipsed into half moons of pleasure. 

“Sorry Hotch, she just looked too goddamn good.”

“What’s going on back-oh.”

As Spencer took his place beside Hotch, his eyes immediately went wide at the sight he was met with. He seemed to be completely mesmerized by the erotic flow of your hips while you languidly rode Derek’s cock as you sat topless on his lap. While Spencer was bewitched by the spell of your hips, Hotch was furious. The stern look that seemed to be his default expression was unaffected by the show taking place before him.

“Morgan, you know the rules-”

“Come on, Hotch. We still got another hour before we land. Lighten up a little. You know, some stress relief would do you a whole lotta good.”

Before Hotch had a chance to respond, Spencer was already stepping forward and unbuttoning his cardigan.

“You could’ve at least asked us to join.”

Derek let out a soft chuckle, rubbing his hands up and down your smooth thighs as he flexed his hips upwards to match your pacing.

“Hey, you were the one more invested in exactly how many trees there are in the Acadia National Park than you were in the beautiful woman on the plane, pretty boy.”

“Well if I had known-”

Letting out a frustrated huff, you stopped moving and placed your hand over Derek’s mouth before turning to look at Spencer and Hotch over your shoulder.

“Boys, you know I hate it when you argue. It makes me dry up.”

Spencer dropped his forgotten cardigan on the chair behind himself, his attention solely fixed on you again. In the dim lighting of the plane, you could just barely see that the green flecks in his honey eyes had deepened into a wicked hue. He ran his fingers gently through your hair before cradling your face in one hand and starting to unbuckle his belt with the other, all while looking at you and dragging his tongue along his bottom lip.

“Don’t worry, we can get you wet again.”

“Not if you’re all standing around bickering instead of fucking me.”

Hotch wasn’t giving in, no matter how badly he wanted to. It was late, he was exhausted, he was beyond sexually frustrated, but above all he was fucking stubborn.

“There is one rule on this fucking plane. When we are en route to a case, we are focused on the case. Playtime is for after.”

Brushing Spencer’s hand away from his belt, a smirk tugged across your lips as you looked up at him and began to unbuckle it yourself, which only caused him to bite down on his bottom lip seductively. Throwing a glance over your shoulder at Hotch, you could visibly see just how pissed off he was, but as your gaze wandered down south, you could also see the outline of his impressive cock starting to strain against his pants. Sinking your teeth into your own bottom lip, you looked up at Hotch through your, flashing him a sultry smile while you teasingly unzipped Spencer’s pants slowly.

“Aw, come on, Aaron. If anyone needs some relief, it’s you. Just come have a little fun with us.”

The hardness in Hotch’s glare wavered only slightly at the provocative sound of your voice. It was an unrelenting struggle to keep his eyes focused directly on yours and to not let them roam over your body. If he let his gaze wander for even a split second to see the way your nipples were peaked from the cool air in the cabin, the way your soft hand was caressing Spencer’s cock through his pants, or the way your ass moved against Derek’s lap while you fucked him, he would break. While Derek began to flex his hips upwards a little harder to fuck up into you now that there was no longer a reason to stay quiet, you were pulling Spencer’s cock out of his briefs and leaning over to take him into your mouth.

Before he could watch you wrap your lips around Spencer’s tip, Hotch quickly looked away and stormed off towards the other end of the jet, dropping into his chair and loosening his tie with a hardened scowl on his face.

“You’re all getting written up.”

“For what?”

Derek's protest was only faintly heard since Hotch’s blood was now pounding in his ears like a high school marching band, and throbbing in other places. 

“Insubordination.”

There was a slight growl to his voice as he barked back at Derek, not even bothering to look up as he angrily began to look through the case file again, but he couldn't focus. No matter how hard he tried, all he could hear was Derek and Spencer praising you in tandem as they each took an offering from your body, and the soft noises of gratitude that flowed from your lips. It was absolute fucking torture. He thought about palming himself through his pants, just to get a little reprieve without alerting any of you to his moment of weakness. But he was so fucking angry with all of you, he didn’t even want to give in.

His mind was a jumbled concoction of juxtaposed thoughts, none of which had anything to do with the case in front of him. Hotch wasn’t sure why he was so pissed off right now. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if he had joined in, it wasn’t like the four of you hadn’t done it before. It certainly would’ve put him in a better mood. But this was a big case, and Strauss had been on his ass more than usual lately, and things at the BAU had been so chaotic that the team was getting split up just to keep up with the influx of cases coming across JJ’s desk.

Maybe it was a mistake not to send you with Rossi, JJ, and Prentiss. The air always shifted when you were alone with him, Reid, and Morgan. It was inevitable. Maybe that’s why he ordered you to come with him, because even if he didn’t want to consciously admit it, subconsciously he knew that this was exactly what he needed. He needed you, and the peace that you brought him.

The sharp sound of a smack landing on flesh caught his attention, and Hotch looked up to see that the three of you had moved to the bench directly in his line of sight. Derek had his head thrown back as pounded into you from behind, occasionally smacking his hand against your ass while he grunted about how tight and wet you always were. Spencer held your hair back while he fucked your mouth, watching you as he moaned praises of what a good girl you were. Your face was obstructed by Spencer’s back, but Hotch could hear how much you were enjoying yourself, and he couldn’t look away.

As Derek and Spencer came in unison, Hotch gripped onto the edge of the table so tightly his knuckles turned stark white, and he inhaled a sharp breath that he let out slowly through his nose. Gritting his teeth, he glared down at the blur of black ink on the pages, listening to the sound of your angelic laughter and kisses being exchanged between the three of you. Why was he doing this to himself? Why hadn’t he just fucking given in and joined?

While Spencer was sitting on the couch with his pants around his ankles, head back against the window with a blissed out look on his face, Derek snaked his arm around your waist and pressed a soft kiss to your neck before whispering into your ear.

“Do me a favor, baby girl. Go take care of grumpy over there.”

Letting out a quiet giggle, you turned and brushed your nose against Derek’s before kissing him softly.

“Already ahead of you, D.”

Discarding your skirt completely, you dropped it in Spencer’s laugh and planted a quick kiss to his lips before sauntering down the aisle of the plane, completely naked. Hotch glanced up when he caught the smell of your familiar perfume and looked at you with a halfhearted glare. All you could do was smile at the sight of his thick brows furrowed and the permanent scowl that he always seemed to wear. You both knew he couldn’t stay mad at you, and he didn’t even put up a fight when you made him lean back against his seat so you could sit on his lap. 

“Why are you so mad baby, hm?”

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you ran one of your hands through his dark brown hair, giving a gentle tug at the root which earned a quiet grunt from him. As you leaned in to place featherlight kisses along his jaw, you could feel his body physically relax, as well as how much his hardened cock was straining against his pants. But despite the giveaways from his body, Hotch wouldn’t budge. He didn’t make a move to touch you, and he didn’t speak. He was always the hardest of the three to break, but you knew exactly where his weak points were.

“Oh, you don’t wanna talk, huh? That’s okay. I’d prefer to do something else with my mouth right now anyway.”

Gently biting down on his earlobe, you felt his thighs tense up beneath you and a quiet grunt sound from his chest, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. As you got off his lap, you slowly got down onto your knees in front of Hotch and unbuckled his belt. Since he was already in a sour mood, you decided to skip the teasing, and honestly you were so turned on yourself that you didn’t have the patience for it.

He was trying so hard not to give in while you were pulling the leather of his belt out of the buckle, and even as you were unbuttoning his pants and tugging down the zipper, he was trying to appear completely unbothered while looking at the case files. But the second he felt your luscious lips wrap around the throbbing head of his cock that was slick with pre-cum, he completely lost it. 

Letting his head fall back against the seat, he closed his eyes and his lips parted as he focused solely on the warmth of your mouth and the wetness of your tongue sliding against the underside of his sensitive tip. In that moment he completely forgot whatever he was mad about. Every single coherent thought in his head vanished, and all that was  left was you.

You don’t mind when he slips his hand into your hair and grips at it roughly, or when he starts to push his hips upwards to seek out more. It was rare that Hotch ever gave in to his selfish desires, and you were all too eager to let him. The sight above you was one you wished you could frame. His dark brown hair was messy from you running your fingers through it and his eyes were peacefully screwed  shut. There was a twinge of heat covering his cheeks, and his lips were parted further as heavy pants and soft whimpers escaped. Those little noises only make you want to steal more of them from the man that was normally so stoic and closed off. 

All of a sudden, Hotch roughly pulled at your hair causing you to moan around him. He grunted while leaning down to slip his hands under your arms, pulling you up from your knees and shoving all the reports off the table in front of him carelessly onto the floor. He grabbed you by your hips and lifted you up onto the table, and you immediately spread your legs wide for him to slot through. Without wasting another second, Hotch pulled you towards the edge of the table and easily slipped his thick cock inside your drenched pussy. Both of you moaned simultaneously at the contact, and he only faltered for a second before he started to aggressively snap his hips against yours.

Faintly, you can hear Derek whistling from the other side of the plane and the sound of him clapping as he calls out to Hotch.

“There he is. Come on, Hotch. Give us a show.”

When you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, Hotch wrapped one of his large hands around your throat and lightly squeezed. You can tell he’s still frustrated by the feral way he’s fucking you against the table, but you can feel just how badly he needs this release. Sneaking one of your hands down to play with your clit, you only get away with it for a few seconds before Hotch roughly smacks your hand away and tightens his grip on your throat. He replaces your hand with his own and starts to furiously rub quick circles over your sensitive clit, tearing a sharp moan from your chest. You can feel how close he is already by the way his rhythm starts to falter. When he speaks, his voice is so low and husky that it almost sounds like a growl.

“You insatiable little slut. You haven’t come enough already? You think you deserve to come again after the way you’ve been acting?”

“Aaron-”

“Shut up.”

The only thing you can hear over the obscene sound of Hotch’s thighs smacking against your ass with every powerful thrust and the lewd squelching of his cock disappearing over and over inside your tight cunt is the dark chuckle that sounded from Spencer before he spoke.

“Uh oh, someone pissed off Daddy.”

The way you moan Hotch’s name nearly has him combusting right there. When he starts to rub your clit harder, your jaw becomes unhinged and hangs open, but nothing comes out. You can’t speak, you can’t even make a sound. Hotch grunts as his pace becomes even more fervent and brutal. He was fucking you with everything he had, using your body to expel every ounce of pent up frustration, and you were already ascending into the clouds.

“You wanna come so fucking badly? Then do it.”

The tightening of your cunt around his cock sends both of you over the edge, and both of your moans seem to echo in the small space of the cabin. Hotch continues to fuck you wildly through his orgasm, gripping onto the edge of the table to steady himself. Once he starts to slow down after emptying himself inside of you completely, the blissed out smile that replaces the frown on his mouth makes you giggle, and it causes him to finally open his eyes and look down at you with an arch of his brow.

“What?”

“Better?”

Hotch just stares down at you for a moment with slightly narrowed eyes before he finally gives in, his lips parting into that wide grin that you love so much but rarely get to see. Taking a moment to catch his breath, a light chuckle leaves him as he gazes down at you with softer eyes this time and brushes your hair away from your face gently.

“You know, the whole point of me being your boss is you’re supposed to actually listen to me.”

“You of all people know I listen very well.”

The sultry tone of your voice and the implications behind it caused Hotch to smirk, and you can feel the effect it has when you feel his cock twitch inside of you. Leaning in, he brushed his lips against your own and gave your ass a light smack.

“When you’re being a good girl and not such a brat.”

A soft noise of surprise left your lips when he smacked your ass, and you giggled while grabbing his face in your hands to pull him in for a soft and slow kiss.

“I don’t hear you complaining.”

Rolling his eyes, Hotch reluctantly pulled out of you with a soft hiss and helped you down from the table. He ran one of his hands through his hair and took another deep breath before tucking his softened cock back into his pants.

“Alright, everyone back to work.”

“Wait, everyone got to fuck her but me, that’s not fair.” 

Hotch glanced down at his watch on his wrist before looking over at Spencer, shooting him a pointed look when he caught the slight pout on Spencer’s lips.

“We’re landing in twenty minutes and we still need to prep.”

As Spencer began to protest, you walked over towards him and placed your hand on his chest, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek with a mischievous grin.

“Don’t worry, Spence. I’ll share a room with you tonight, and you can fuck me all you want.”

Spencer’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas, but Derek and Hotch immediately began to protest as they shared a look before staring at the two of you with looks of frustration.

“Whoa whoa whoa-“

“That’s not-“

Spencer wrapped his arms around you to pull you in, bending down to kiss you deeply while grabbing a handful of your ass to squeeze tightly causing you to giggle. He nipped at your bottom lip before turning to look at Hotch and Derek with a smug smirk.

“Don’t worry. Unlike you two, I know how to share. Maybe we can all have a slumber party.”

tags: @mars-rants-a-lot @ninejlovebot @oscarisaacsleftknee @ameliaswife @vane28282 @kmc1989 @avencol

[radiant-reid]

BAU Boys

request: Hey! I loved your fic with Hotch and Reid, could you write a fic with Morgan, Hotch, Reid, and ofc y/n? Maybe some (or not just some) spit kink/cum play/Reid on his knees?

i didn't make this spencer x reader romantically like i usually do so i hope that's okay

Summary: Staying late at Rossi's with your favorite colleagues really pays off

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner x Derek Morgan x Fem!Reader (SMUTTT)

Content Warnings: omg, where to start? alcohol consumption and the smut: | unprotected penetrative sex, (protected) anal sex, oral f/m giving/receiving, spit kink, lots of cum play, degradation and maybe a little humiliation, a lot of praise, some choking, so much teasing/dirty talk |

Word Count: 6.7k and it's just filth

You should have known choosing to stay at Rossi's with just Spencer, Morgan, and Hotch would lead to trouble.

Rossi, your fabulous host, had gone to his room, insisting on his old-man bedtime, and left the four of you on the outdoor couches around his massive firepit.

How hot they are, the heat from the open flames and the alcohol makes it difficult to concentrate. You've been alone with each of them on cases, but something about tonight feels different. It's a mix of Morgan's flirting, Hotch's hand on your back lower back whenever he walks past you, and Spencer having played footsies with you under the table that's got you hot and bothered.

"Let's play truth or dare," Morgan suggests, and you know where the evening is going. One way or another, you're going to end up sleeping with one- or hopefully, more than one- of them.

You've thought about it before. Hotch has the dominant, authoritative thing going on where you can't help but imagine him barking orders at you in bed like he does at unsubs. Morgan can be like that, but he's got a prevalent flirty side, and you have no doubt that he's experienced enough to make you cum in every position. Then there's Spencer... sweet Spencer, who, you're sure, knows more than he's letting on and absolutely has a submissive side.

You thought Hotch, at least, would object to the game, calling it childish as he had on more than one occasion, but he doesn't. "But if you don't want to answer, you can drink instead." Hotch proposes, although it sounds more like a strict rule when it's coming from his mouth.

"I'm done for whatever." You agree too strongly, but it's very intentional.

"I might need more convincing," Spencer complains, but he's bluffing, you can tell.

You reach over to touch his knee, holding it for slightly longer than would be appropriate in a professional setting. "I'm sure we can figure that out." You say, glancing between Hotch and Morgan who absolutely know what you're talking about.

Spencer's Adam's apple bobs as he gulps. "Thanks."

"I'm going first." Morgan declares, clearly having a question in mind, as is evident by his excessive grinning. "Pretty boy, truth or dare?"

"Seriously?" Spencer asks, huffing. You all knew Morgan would choose him first, probably to start off with a low-key but sexual question. "Truth."

His question is just as you expected. "Did you ever lose that v-card of yours?" He asks with zero hesitation.

"Morgan." You tell him off, leaning across to hit him on the shoulder. "Don't pick on him."

"Answer the question." Hotch orders, and your eyebrows raise as you sneak a glance at him.

He's either curious, or he already knows the answer. You can't tell which. "No," Spencer states firmly. "I mean yes, I lost it. I'm not a virgin."

"Your turn." Morgan reminds him, impatiently tapping his foot.

You're close to asking him what exactly has him so excited, but then Spencer chooses one of you. "Hotch."

"Truth." Your boss picks.

The question that comes out of Spencer's mouth is not what you would expect by a long shot. "What's the largest age gap you've had between you and a partner?" He asks, before clarifying, "A sexual partner."

You almost want to hug him for asking, as if he'd done it for your benefit, but you contain yourself. "20 years." He answers, eyes fixed on you. His expression is pure lust, and you know you're in.

You are so in.

And you could not be more thrilled about it. His intense gaze makes your whole body heat up, and your underwear dampens.

"Y/n." Of course, he'd choose you, able to read your expression just like how you're reading his.

You're going to tease him. It's game on. You just can't help it, keep him on his toes, humble him a little. "Dare. I'm not a wimp like either of you." To further push your luck, you not-so-sneakily touch Spencer's thigh again, watching how it's making Hotch clench his jaw with jealousy.

"Bring your smart mouth here then." He responds with a challenge, standing up as you do. He looks thoroughly delectable with his sleeves rolled up, his forearms on full display.

Morgan, scoffing at your boldness, and Spencer, eyes wide, watch the interaction play out eagerly. Of course, it would be your boss who set the tone of the evening.

You walk over to him confidently, only stopping when your shoes are an inch from his. It's a bluff, a large one. Standing in front of him makes you feel tiny more so now than at work. You're breathing gets increasingly unsteady when he grabs your jaw between his index finger and thumb and he holds you there, prolonging your intense eye contact.

Somehow, you want to squirm away from and get closer to him and his addicting cologne.

Involuntarily, you let out a whimper, earning a smirk from him. The world slips away from you for the half minute that you stand there, completely freezing.

Then he lets go, leaving your skin hot and your mouth open in astonishment. "That's what I thought," Hotch says calmly. You're pretty sure he sits back down to hide his hard-on, but you're still too stunned to move. His smirk is smugger than you've ever seen it.

When you sit back down, Morgan's chuckling, enjoying your reaction. "Y/n?" He says, getting you to nod, your attention finally back on him. "Your turn."

"Spencer Reid." You turn to him, knowing you'll be going against the 'don't tease Spencer' policy you set for Morgan.

"Truth." He decides, not deterred by your name-calling.

It's the answer you're looking for. "What's the dirtiest thing you've ever thought about me?"

Without hesitation, he reaches for his drink, taking a sip of his fruity cocktail. "Nope." He says, taking full advantage of the 'out' clause set by Hotch.

"Seriously?" You scoff, hitting him on the shoulder playfully. Now you're even more interested.

"Morgan." Spencer chooses.

"Truth." He says, confirming that, ironically, you're the only one with balls.

"What is...your favorite sex position?" He asks. It's a seemingly innocent question, much tamer than the eyefucking, or whatever that was, that occurred between you and Hotch

But Morgan takes it a step further, getting up from where he's sitting and holding his hand out for you to take. "I'll show you." He says, looking at Spencer.

You take his hand cautiously, but with anticipation of him doing something to you like Hotch did. You're hoping it involves his arms around you in some form because his strong arms are mouthwatering.

He doesn't. Instead, he pulls you to the side, grinning at you. "Thanks, princess." He winks, handing you over to Hotch.

Before you can ask what's happening, Hotch has you in his lap, one hand holding your waist as you face forward for the Morgan/Spencer show.

Spencer's just as stunned as you were with Hotch as Morgan puts him on his hands and knees like he's a ragdoll before getting on his knees behind Spencer and pushing his hips against his ass. He waits for a beat to make sure Spencer's comfortable with it before pushing his head against the fabric of the outdoor couch.

"Does that answer your question?" Morgan asks, mostly rhetorically because Spencer is hard. Very, very hard. The question makes him let out a moan that he quickly tries to disguise.

As you giggle at his pathetic attempt to hide his pleasure, Hotch's grip on your waist tightened. It's innocent enough until you wiggle around enough to feel how hard he is, just what you're looking for.

"Caused a problem for me, baby." He tells you, shifting your hair on the left side of your shoulder to the side. You're grateful you chose an emerald green, sleeveless, silk blouse with an open back in the morning. You're also grateful you picked a matching set of underwear that you're sure is about to make an appearance.

"I can tell." You say simply, not even turning your head to look at him. You're too focused on the glorious sight in front of you of Morgan practically dry-humping Spencer, drilling home -quite literally- what his favorite position is.

The remark isn't what he's looking for, and he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, making you whimper slightly.

Not one to fold so easily, you continue pushing his buttons. "Sounds like you should fix it." You tell him.

He grips your jaw like he did before, tilting your chin around as far as it can go so he can stare into your eyes while he reprimands you. "That's not courteous."

"I'm sure your hand would work fine." You persist, rolling your ass backward against the hard length poking through his pants. "Surely you've done it enough times thinking about me. In hotel rooms after a long hot day in Texas." Hotch barely flinches ever, but when he gulps then, you know your suspicions about that day was right. Back then, a few months ago, he was squirming at the lowcut top you'd worn just for him. "What else to do think about?" You bait him to keep going.

"Making you absolutely weak in the knees." He tells you, hand sneaking onto your thigh. "Which I think..." He pauses for a moment, pushing his hand further up, bunching your skirt up before nudging the pad of his thumb against your underwear. "Worked."

You're forcing yourself not to cave so easily. "That's not very descriptive, Aaron." You chide, purposefully lowering your voice as you say his first name.

He's not holding it together as well as you are- or are pretending to- and he juts his hips into yours with a guttural groan. "You want descriptive?" He asks.

"What part of what I just said was unclear?" You ask, grinning as you piss him off.

His fingernails are pressing so firmly into your thigh that you know he'll leave nail-shaped imprints. "Seeing how you behave, I definitely think about spanking your ass bright red until you learn to stop being a brat, and then shoving my cock so far down your throat that you can't make any more smart comments, and finally, fucking you so hard that there's not a single thought in that pretty head of yours."

You mewl at his words, and you know it's giving him the upper hand, but you need something more than sitting on his lap, feeling his hard cock against your back.

"That's what I thought," Aaron says smugly. "Don't even need my cock in you to have you desperate. Going to beg for me?"

You scoff, making sure he can see you roll your eyes. "Not yet." You answer. "Ever considered it's that that's turning me on?" You ask, tipping your head towards the scene playing out in front of you.

Morgan's in the position you bet Aaron wishes he was in, fingers threaded through Spencer's curls to force more cock down his throat. It's definitely contributing to how turned on you are, but nothing's affecting you as much as Aaron.

When Morgan catches you looking he winks, tugs Spencer's eager mouth off him, and holds his jaw. It gives you a full view of just how big his cock is, confirming what Penelope had hypothesized a while ago. You're excited to have it inside you or Aaron's or Spencer's. Or any one of their fingers. Or anything.

Spencer doesn't even shut his mouth, and it makes it easy for Morgan to spit into it.

"That too?" Aaron asks, noticing your obvious reaction to the act. "Didn't know you were so filthy, Ms. L/n."

"You're a pretty shitty profiler then." You snap back.

He grabs your cheek roughly, holding you in place, and you allow yourself a glance down at his thick, long fingers. "You know what I think?" He asks, not giving you enough time to think of or articulate a smart-mouth answer. "This whole brat act you have going on, it's just a front for you worrying you're not going to be as good at sucking cock as Spencer is."

"I should put that to the test." You decide, and he raises his eyebrows in surprise, anticipating you getting down on your knees. "And go suck Derek's cock."

"Get up." He demands, dominant tone so prevalent. You're unsure of what he's doing, and it's evident on your face. Instead of letting you go to Derek, Aaron nods at him. "Inside?" He offers. You spin around in your heels to look at him, trying to read what he's thinking. "Do you want Dave watching?" He asks rhetorically.

Your eyes snap to the window of Rossi's bedroom, worried he's standing there in a matching pajama set and one of those old stripy hates with a pompom at the end (what you guess he sleeps in) and judging- while also being supportive- of all four of you.

Thankfully, he's not, but you realize it's better to not risk it. Spencer's thinking the same thing, getting off his knees, which are probably sore from the stone patio tiles.

Aaron grabs his glass of scotch and Spencer's ice water in one hand, nudging you to follow Derek and Spencer with a hand on your ass. "Are you going to be good?" He asks, leaning down so you can feel his breath hot against your neck.

"No." You answer honestly, not deterred by his tight squeeze on your ass.

"Good." He says with a grin. "Are you going to let me do whatever I want to you?"

Your stomach clenches with excitement as he says that. "Yes." You tell him because you're already putty in his hands, without him touching you under your clothing.

"Stop." He demands, when you reach the door of the bedroom that Derek and Spencer are in. You look up at him with a frown, worried he'll walk you to the next bedroom and you won't get to spend the night with all of them, but he walks in and puts the glasses down on the nightstand. Your confusion only increases with his next instruction. "Hands and knees." Regardless, you follow it, waiting for the next one. "Crawl."

You do as he instructs without hesitation as all of them watch while they stand in front of the bed. "So she can follow instructions." Derek jokes, clearly having paid more attention to you are Aaron outside than you were paying to him. "On your knees, baby." He instructs.

You oblige, switching from Aaron to Derek smoothly. He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, and you know what he's looking for: a trial run, a chance to test if your cock-sucking skills are enough for him to let you have a turn giving him head.

You take it into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the smooth skin, but he pushes down on the bottom row of your teeth after a second, forcing- with no objections- your jaw down. The air in the room dries your mouth out until he holds it like Aaron had, bending down to do to you what he had done with Spencer, and you feel his warm saliva coating your tongue.

Aaron steps closer, having his turn. The slight scotch taste still in his mouth is what you've been awaiting. He guides Spencer's head down by his hair so he, too, can spit on your tongue. It's not gross, like it might be with someone else. The warm mix of all three of them is delightful.

"Going to swallow?" Aaron temps, raising his eyebrow.

It's not really a question. Of course, you're going to. All you've wanted since Aaron first held your jaw was to feel a mix of three of them coating your throat. "Always." You say, winking up at them.

"Let's test that out." Aaron prompts, nodding down towards his pants. You know you're still going to tease him, and you only palm his prominent bulge.

You continue your intense eye contact with him while you listen to Derek giving Spencer instructions. "Get up on the bed, pretty boy."

Aaron takes his eyes off you for a moment, and yours follow where he's looking, directly at Derek. "Check the drawer," Aaron tells him, nodding to the bedside table on the left side.

Derek does, showing all three of you what Aaron has prior knowledge of being in the drawer: condoms and lube. Everything you need for a good night.

You chuckle up at Aaron as you go to unbutton and unzip his pants. "How'd you know that was there?"

"Lucky guess." He shrugs. "I promise I don't bring random people here and have sex with them." He assures you, delicately brushing a finger through your hair. "Why? Are you jealous?"

You shake your head. "I can share and be shared." You joke regarding the situation in the room. "Plus, if it actually is as big as it feels, any girl you bring here or anywhere else should have the opportunity to have it inside them."

He's never done well with compliments, and he laughs slightly, unable to hide his blushing. It's so beautiful because of its rarity. You just enjoy it instead of commenting on it, unbuckling his belt.

"Wait, stop." He says quickly, and you pull away. It's an odd situation to be in, especially since he's your boss, and you completely understand if he has changed his mind. He notices the concern on your face and strokes his thumb over your cheek to show you he's okay. "Stand up." He requests, helping you up with his other hand.

"Are you okay?" You double-check.

He nods slightly before he dips his head, avoids bumping your noses together, and kisses you. You shouldn't be so shocked since your lips were a couple of inches away from his on the couch, but it takes you a half-second to kiss him back.

It's a delicate and surprisingly innocent kiss for the position you were just in, and he looks shy when he pulls back, avoiding eye contact. It's a side to him that you've never seen before, like the wall of authoritative command has wavered, and it's attractive. "Sorry, I just don't like to...you know..." He trails off sheepishly.

You fill in the blanks in your head, leaning up to kiss him yourself. You always knew he was a softy. "It's okay." You assure him. "Can I?" You ask, hooking your fingers into his belt.

"Please." He nods. You don't even get back down to your knees before both of you are distracted by Spencer on his hands and knees, his loud moan, and the beautiful sight of Derek's fingers in his ass. His index and middle finger pump in and out at a speed that makes your knees weak, from watching, clearly hitting a spot inside Spencer that makes him crazy.

Derek praises him, running his large palm over his arched back. "Such a good boy." He says, putting another finger in Spencer's ass. His moans are shameless, different from how soft-spoken he usually is.

"You're going to have to be quieter than that." Aaron comments, sneaking a hand under your shirt to touch your bare skin so he can keep you close to him.

"Can't think of a good way to shut him up, Hotch?" Derek prompts with a sly grin. "His mouth is extraordinary."

Aaron plays it casually, too, and Spencer's hips search for friction on the bed at the objectification. "If you're going to fuck him, I'm going to need to."

"Oh, I'm going to fuck him," Derek assures him, making Spencer whine pitifully, and roll his hips back. "Be good." He chastises as he slips his fingers out and takes off his pants.

"Promise, promise," Spencer begs as Derek uses one of the many, many condoms on the table.

Aaron looks to you. "Mind if I put that sharing theory to the test?"

You gulp, your mouth drying up. Just seeing Derek fuck Spencer is going to be hot, but throw in Aaron as well? Yup, that could be straight out of a sex dream. "Go for it." You say weakly.

Aaron holds you tightly to him, not wanting you to feel left out. He leans down to kiss Spencer like he had done with you while you take his pants off for him.

You kiss up his neck as he does so until you can whisper into his ear, "Proud of you."

He knows what you mean because he told you all about his abusive, poor excuse for a father who hated that he liked boys, as well as girls, and beat him into repression.

He stands back up again, locking eyes with Derek before they both push inside Spencer. His moans without a cock in his mouth must be impressive because even with Aaron hitting the back of his throat, he's loud

Derek stays in him, unmoving for him to adjust to the size of his thick cock. Aaron doesn't, starting with shallow thrusts into his mouth. "Guide him." He tells you, taking your hand and threading it through Spencer's hair.

When he nods, you do so, tightly grasping his hair to make him whimper around Aaron's length, which, in turn, makes him groan. Derek's thrusts implement much more movement of Spencer's mouth around Aaron than your fingers do, but you keep them there because he looks so pretty that you can't help the need to touch him.

Aaron's head tilts to you when Spencer can no longer keep his eyes open, and he kisses you more passionately that time, tongue slipping into your mouth and teeth clashing. It's rough, and all that you want from him.

"I want you to cum in my mouth." You tell him when you both have to pull back to get some air, breathless.

He tears his eyes away from you, tugging Spencer off him, hopefully, to oblige your request. Spencer actually looks upset, like he's done something wrong, and Aaron quickly assures him that it's quite the opposite. "You did so well." Then he looks up at Derek, who's pounding into Spencer. "You were right."

Spencer mewls at the praise, and you're too focused on how cute he looks to notice Aaron's expression darkening until he pushes you to the floor. His hand rests against your cheek before he pulls back and slaps you so lightly it's almost a stroke.

"Making demands isn't cute." He warns, darkened eyes staring into your soul.

He's perfect in any form, but the back-and-forth repartee, you winding him up and his retaliations, continues to get you hot and bothered. "So you don't want to cum in my mouth?" You ask. "Because this." You pause to stroke pump his length, coated with Spencer's spit, up and down. "Says otherwise." He groans from you stroking your finger over the tip, and you decide he's in a position compromised enough for you to push him more. "Still got tough enough to follow through on your promise of shutting me up?"

"Yes." His voice snaps at the same time his hips do into your mouth. You flatten your tongue along the underside of his cock, taking as much of him into your mouth as you can.

He's rougher with you than he was with Spencer, but he doesn't push into your mouth too far, aware of his size. He tangles his fingers through your hair, pulling it up into a ponytail so he can thrust in and out of your mouth. You don't go against his rhythm, but you take more of his cock down your throat each time, and by his raised eyebrows, impressing him greatly.

On the bed next to you, Derek has Spencer in the exact position he was in on the couch, fucking him lighter than before, teasing Spencer by not letting him cum. It doesn't stop him from loudly moaning, meeting Derek's thrusts by rocking his hips back.

You only have to gag a few times around Aaron's length, fondle his balls, and wink at him before he's coating your throat with another type of his bodily fluids.

As promised, you keep your lips wrapped around him as you swallow all of his warm cum, winking up at him. "Good?" You ask as you pull off, but you already have your answer from the look on his face.

"I mean, Spencer got me most of the way there." He jokes with you, looking back at Spencer on the bed, who's getting railed into next week with the pace of Derek's thrusts.

When he helps you up, you punch him on the shoulder. "You jerk."

"I'm going to fuck you later." He promises, wrapping his arm around your waist and leaning forward to kiss you again. That time, you pull away from the kiss, grab his jaw, and spit into his mouth, no doubt letting him taste his own cum. He groans after you do so. "Play with Spencer." He insists, pushing you onto the bed.

Cruelly, Derek's pulling out of Spencer, having cum inside him without letting him cum.

Aaron goes to sit on the armchair in the room, needing a moment before he fulfills his next promise, and you stand at the edge of the bed.

You cup Spencer's cheeks at the edge of the bed while he stands up on his knees, rocking slightly. "So precious." You coo, smiling at his fucked-out state. He's painfully hard, and you love to tease.

Derek comes to stand behind you after disposing of his condom, completely naked, and he starts kissing your neck. You reach around to feel the muscles of his stomach, having seen them without being able to touch so many times. Your lips stay on Spencer's, gauging how submissive he is by how much control of the kiss he's giving you.

Derek and Spencer lift your shirt over your head together, both of them kissing every inch of bare skin while the compliments flow. Derek takes Spencer's hand from your waist, holding it against the clasp of your bra.

"Take it off her." He prompts before chuckling. "If you know how."

Spencer huffs, turning back to glare at him. "I've taken bras off before." He declares.

"I'm teasing, silly," Derek says, moving his hand off Spencer's in favor of cupping his cheek.

You move slightly out of the way when you see the look in Spencer's eyes, probably mirroring Derek's. It's a desire for more than the physical side of sex. There's an emotional longing, and you watch right next to you as Derek pulls his face closer. He doesn't hesitate to dive in and kiss him for the first time.

You cup Derek's cheek as they kiss, proud of him for overcoming the traumas of his childhood, like you're proud of Aaron for doing the same thing. From your glance at Aaron in the corner, you know he's thinking the same thing, and you can also see his longing for Spencer.

Derek and Spencer's kiss only lasts a few seconds, although you're sure it won't be the only one of the night. Then Aaron's up standing again, determined to tease Spencer since you're too stunned to.

Derek's hands leave you and he takes Aaron's seat, watching you three work in tandem. Aaron undoes your bra with the help of Spencer's hand before they each squeeze one of your tits.

You throw your head back onto Aaron's shoulder when he pinches at your nipple. "Responsive." He praises, enjoying toying with you.

When you look down, Spencer's looking at you like your tits are the first pair he's ever seen, totally astonished. "You're so beautiful." He tells you sweetly.

"You are, sweetheart." You reply. "Such pretty moans, too."

Aaron's voice in your ear surprises you, his body heat making your knees weak. "Want to hear more?" He offers.

"What? You're going to fuck Spencer before me?" You complain. Just the words make Spencer whimper, and you don't blame him. You can't wait to have his cock in you either.

Aaron's hand travels upwards until it's resting against your throat, and he squeezes as lightly as he had slapped you, experimental. You rock your hips back against his.

"Yup, I'm sticking to an order." He scolds you. "Suck it up and wait or get nothing."

Playing him is what you do well, and you whimper softly. "I'll wait." You agree, moving out of the way so he can kiss Spencer. When he's distracted by his cock stirring, you walk over to where Derek's sitting.

"Hi, baby." He says, looking up at you as one of his hands curls around the back of your thigh. You catch the glances he's sneaking, indiscreetly, at your tits. "Come here to seduce your second choice?"

"Never my second choice, Der." You assure him. "I do think it's only fair I get fucked at some point."

He nods in agreement. "I do think that's very reasonable. But to avoid Hotch's wrath at me having you first, I'm going to need some persuading."

You can give that to him easily, especially when he's getting hard from staring at your tits.

You rest his hands on your waist, shocked, like you were with Aaron's, at how big they are against your skin. "Unlike the lap dances I'm sure you usually get, you can touch me." You tell him.

"Baby, there's no competition." He assures you, that signature Derek Morgan smirk directed at you. It fills you with confidence, and there is no confidence boost like one coming from someone as charming as him.

You're determined to make it fantastic anyway, moving your body sensually against his. You run your hands down his chest, feeling those delicious rock-hard abs before rolling your ass against his cock. With a wide smile, he just watches you, hands following your movements. Turning your head to the side, you suck on his neck like he had been doing to yours.

You get sidetracked by Spencer's beautiful mouth and its sounds again. He's getting his prostate pummeled by Aaron, eyes rolled back so far into his head that you’re sure they’ll stay like that.

"Want a turn?" He offers you, noticing how turned on you are from watching everyone fuck Spencer.

"Please." You beg, placing your hand on top of his, and pushing it up your thigh.

He squeezes your thigh, turning you around. His fingers drag the zip of your skirt down, and you step out of it when it lands on the floor, nude aside from your underwear.

"God." He mutters, eyes all over your figure. "You are gorgeous." You grin at him, spinning around. "Going to believe me next time I tell you that?" He asks, pulling you closer to him by your hips before grabbing the back of your knees, so you're kneeling on either side of his thighs.

You laugh. "Yeah, maybe I will."

"Going to ride me? Or I can fuck you into that mattress." He offers, fingers moving across your lower stomach, barely nudging the waistband of your panties.

You look behind at Aaron and Spencer, and you have your answer. "There."

Derek doesn't struggle to pick you up as he gets up, his hardened cock resting against the wettest spot of your panties. He dumps you onto the mattress, standing back to take your panties off.

When he goes to grab a condom, you stop him. "You don't have to." You tell him gently. "I'm clean and on birth control."

He grins at you, hands back on your hips as he pulls you to the edge of the mattress. You wrap your legs around him to bring him closer, and his cock nudges your clit.

He strokes your slit, smirking at how wet you are before pressing into your hole. "Need a warm-up?"

You shake your head decisively. "No. Just fuck me, please, Derek."

"Since you asked so nicely." He agrees, lining his cock up before pushing into you.

You both moan in unison at the instant pleasure. Somehow, he feels thicker than he looks, taking up every inch of space inside you. Each vein has a delightful feeling against your walls.

"Fuck, can you feel how tight you are?" He asks, mostly rhetorically.

"Y-yeah." You answer with a shaky breath as he sinks fully inside you. "Holy shit, Derek."

He still has that grin on his face that you love, and it's so attractive. "Yeah, baby, I know." He agrees. Leaning down to whisper in your ear, the slight stubble that's grown out on his face tickles your skin. "Look at him."

The him is Spencer next to you, head thrown back against Aaron's shoulder while he gets fucked basically upright. You haven't been drowning out his moans, just focusing on the feeling of Derek inside you, but they're louder than before.

"Going to be a good boy and cum?" Aaron asks him, cutting himself off with a loud groan.

Spencer's nodding frantically, blubbering about how close he is. He's so pretty like that, hair sticking to his forehead. You and Derek watch as his muscles tighten, and he cums on his stomach. Aaron pulls out of him without coming. Hopefully, saving it for you.

Aaron lets him drop onto his back on the bed, and you touch his cheek gently. Derek, picking his thrusts up, draws your attention back to him, and you wrap your legs around his waist to keep him closer.

With his pace, you don't even realize Aaron's hovering over you until he taps your cheek. Instinctively, you open your mouth, unsure of what he's about to do. Then he lets a long trail of his saliva mixed with Spencer's cum that he must have cleaned up into your mouth. You moan at the taste and position you're in.

Derek picks up his thrusts inside you, cock gliding in and out of you with ease. "What's got you so wet, baby?" He coos, grabbing your hips tighter. "Me, Spencer, Aaron? All of us?"

"Everything." You answer. "Please, keep going. And faster!"

He gives you just what you want, quickening his rhythmic pace and hitting a spot so deep inside you that you aren't sure you've ever felt it before.

You chant his name in time with his thrusts, tightening your legs around him, and your stomach muscles tighten involuntarily as you cum on his cock, clenching around him.

"Where'd you want it, lovely?" He asks, voice strained. He must be so close to coming because he doesn't try to hide it.

"In me." You answer without any hesitation. The enthusiastic grin you send him does him in, stilling entirely inside you as he pumps you full of his cum.

When he pulls out, you're still breathless, unsure of if you're just waking up from a dream or not. Derek kissing you again makes it real.

You're still seeing stars when Aaron's hands grip your thighs, and when you finally open your eyes, he's standing where Derek was before. He's sitting with Spencer now, getting some water to cool down.

"You okay?" He checks.

"Yes." You assure him.

With the dark lust in his eyes, all bets are off. "Good, you're going again."

That's all the warning he gives you before sliding fully into you. He feels different from Derek, probably longer, but not by much. The overstimulation has you squirming, writhing against the comforter with a massive excess of pleasure.

Whether it's Derek's cum or just how aroused you are, you take the number one spot on his list.

"Fuck, Aaron, Jesus Christ." The moans slip from your mouth loudly.

He's keeping one hand against your waist and the over snatches your jaw. "That dirty mouth will get you in trouble one day." He assures you.

You scoff, but it comes out as a light sigh. "After all the things I've had in my mouth tonight, you think that's dirty?" You get the words out between moans.

"Can't even make smart remarks without moaning. Pathetic." He says, shaking his head in faux judgment. He adores it and knows you love it by how much you tighten around him.

"Can't even shut my smart mouth up properly." You retaliate, getting a brutal thrust in reply.

He doesn't say anything as his hand creeps onto your throat, but he challenges your statement by squeezing tight enough that you probably would struggle to talk if you were in a position to think coherently.

"Knew that would work like a charm." He gloats, smirking at you. "Am I going to have to do that every time you get mouthy?"

"Yeah- fuck- that'll work." You agree.

Before you realize it, he has your feet above your head, thighs resting on his chest. It means he can get even deeper inside you, giving you the long thrusts he was giving Spencer, rearranging your guts.

"Aaron!" You moan, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts.

"Feel so perfect squeezing around me." He compliments.

You notice the little bump in your lower stomach when you look down at where you're connected, and you take one of his hands so he can feel it.

It drives him over the edge, pumping you full of his cum like Derek had, both of their ejaculates mixing together. You were close to reaching that wonderful peak as well, and you hit him on the shoulder for not letting you finish when you realize it was intentional.

"Spencer," Aaron calls him over, maneuvering you like you're a rag doll so you're laying on the bed properly with your head propped up on the pillow.

Spencer crawls between your legs, arms wrapping around your thighs. Just his hot breath against you drives you insane.

"We've got to see if his skills transfer," Aaron explains, tangling his fingers in Spencer's curls as he pushes his lips against your slit. Not wanting to waste any of Derek or Aaron's cum, Spencer starts lapping up all that's spilling out of you.

"And give her another." Derek backs you up, sitting next to you, so he can fondle for tits. "How did these get so criminally neglected?" He does something about it and leans down to suck on them, intent on leaving reminders of your fun evening.

Spencer is, as promised, good with his mouth. He's got to perfect amount of pressure with his tongue, and he splits his focus, in a pleasure-inducing ratio, between your clit and your hole.

After Aaron previously fucking you, Derek's teeth scraping the delicate skin of your tits, and Spencer's talented lips, it doesn't take much building before you're on the edge, pushed by a single look at a specific one of them.

You lay there spent, passion coursing through your veins. You don't move until Aaron's hand gently lifts your head up, and he holds Spencer's water glass to your lips, all the ice melted.

"You okay?" He asks again, looking at you softly.

"So okay." You assure him. "I could go for another five right now. Too bad about your old-man libido."

He rolls his eyes, but it's affectionate. "She's fine." He reports to Derek, who was probably concerned about having taken things too far, although he wasn't the one with his hand around your throat. "What do you need? Food, water, shower?" He offers.

You shake your head. "Just sleep."

"She needs to pee," Spencer reports to Aaron before going into the science of peeing after sex.

You giggle at him as you get up onto your very wobbly legs, and ruffle his hair. "Thanks, genius." You joke before placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Oh, and to stretch," Derek adds. "I did not know you were so flexible."

"You didn't know a lot of things about me." You remind all of them. "And there were lots of things I didn't know about each of you."

"Y/n." Aaron stops you from trying to follow what the doctor advised. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth." You answer, much too tired for a dare.

He's hoping you would pick that anyway because he's got one thought up. "Are you going to use that knowledge again?"

You nod. "Absolutely."

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[darlingsfandom]

A 3some with Spencer and Derek? 🫣

Ahh!! I haven't got a criminal minds request in awhile!! My boys!! We're going to be sore in the morning.

"Spencer!" You yelled while running out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around yourself. You stopped in your tracks when you seen Spencer standing there talking to his co-worker Derek that you've met plenty of times.

"Hey pretty mama !" Derek shot you a wink which made you blush. Spencer cleared his throat which brought you back to reality. You gave Derek a small wave .

"Your shower isn't running any hot water !" Spencer sighed before he walked with you back into the bathroom. Derek followed behind you closely. All three of you stood in the bathroom as Spencer tried to fix the shower. You bit your bottom lip while eyeing Derek who was busy doing the same thing. It's not like you had a relationship with either of them and yeah you've sucked Spencers cock, but you've always wanted more.

"I don't see how it wasn't working... it feels warm... WOW!" Spencer turned around with the water running to see you drop your towel in front of the both of them.

"Spencer's right! Wow!" Derek smirked as he leaned against the wall. Spencer's cheeks were bright red as you stood there fully naked. You smirked to yourself before shutting off the water and flipped your hair over your shoulder.

"I'll cut to the chase, we're all single and attractive adults and it's been awhile for me. My fingers can only do so much to please me.... do either of you want to fuck me?" You batted your eyelashes before both of them raised their hands which made you giggle. "Good." You grabbed their hands and walked with them into Spencer's bedroom. You crawled onto the middle of the bed and sat on your knees. Both of them stood there biting their lips as you ran your hands over your body. They watched as you played with your tits.

"Don't be shy boys." You purred while laying down on your back and spreading your legs to show them how wet you already were.

"Fuck pretty mama!" Derek couldn't hold back anymore. He stripped himself naked before he got into bed with you and hovered over you. Derek kissed you softly while trailing his fingers over your folds and slipping them inside of you. "Ooh you're wet!" He mumbled against your lips. Spencer finally gave in and got naked as he watched Derek finger you. Spencer got on the bed on the opposite side of Derek. Both men attached their lips around a nipple and sucked hard.

"Fuck!" Your hands gripped the sheets. Derek's fingers pulled out of you which made you whine. He brought his fingers to your mouth and made you suck on them. While you are cleaning Derek's fingers, Spencer slipped his inside of you while sucking on your nipples and biting them as well. Derek stood up and looked around before asking if you had a condom.

"No! But I'm on the pill!" Spencer stood up and pulled his fingers out of you.

"Well chances are slimmer with the pill but condoms..."

You made a face at Spencer and he stopped before he moved back to you and kissed your face. You smiled before patting his head. Derek walked up to you and put the head of his cock near your mouth. You eagerly wrapped your mouth around the head and started sucking while Spencer laid down next to you and slid his cock inside of you. You whined around Derek's cock. Derek gripped your hair and pushed your head down his cock.

"That's it pretty mama! Suck my dick! Yeah! Good girl!" He bucked his hips forward. Spencer had buried his cock all the way into you and was fucking you slowly while his hands held onto your tits so he could play with your nipples. His lips sucked on your neck. You were in heaven . Spencer moved one of his hands down your body to find your clit and started rubbing it in circles. You were a whining mess around Derek's cock.

Derek pulled out of your mouth and repositioned you against Spencer's cock so that he could also slip his cock inside your pussy.

"Oh my god!" You screamed at the stretching feeling of two big dicks in your pussy. "Fuck fuck fuck!" You breathed heavily as you looked into Derek's eyes. He waited a minute before he started thrusting into you. Spencer kept fingering your clit and sucking your neck while Derek sucked on your nipples.

"God! Your dicks feel amazing!" You moaned loudly as they fucked you hard.

"Shit mama! Got a nice fucking pussy!" Derek bit your nipple making you cry out.

"Oh my god oh my gog OH MY GOD IM CUMMING! FUCK!" You cried out as you gushed against their cocks, soaking Derek. The way you squeezed their cocks was enough to have both of them cumming inside of you. Derek pulled out of you slowly and so did Spencer.

"Spencer, I gotta visit you more often!" Derek panted as you smiled ear to ear while laying your head on Spencer's chest. Spencer kissed your head and pulled you close while Derek got dressed.

"I see why you always have plans with her, I wish my neighbors were that nice " Derek gave you a kiss before he left the apartment. You laid there on Spencer's bed as he turned to face you.

"You know... that was fun, but next time I want you to myself."

"Spencer Reid , are you jealous ?" You teased as he gave you a pout. "Don't worry honey , you can cum in me by yourself next time." You gave him a kiss before he pulled you in to start another round .

[lust444men]

sub!spencer, overstim, crossword puzzle, slight dumbification. teasing??? slight degrading??? idk. un-protected p n v, (don't do this!!) . that's it?˚

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"okay.. okay. how about this one, spence? 'Common malapropism used to mean 'nonetheless'." You ask reid, your crossword puzzle on his chest, the paper laid flatly as your pen taps it. you roll your hips against reid, making him whine.

"i-..I dont know!" he says, voice filled with desperation.

"hm..no that's not it. 12 letters." you reply, your pen scribbling on the paper.

Reid let's out a soft cry, his hands gripping at your hip. "please- I cant- wanna cum. please?" He babbles, looking at you with the biggest puppy eyes he can spare. you laugh gently.

"No, not yet baby. cmon, last one. 'Common malapropism used to mean 'nonetheless'." You repeat, as you begin to slowly bounce up and down on spencers already overstimulated cock. he grips harder at your hips- if that's possible.

"I c-cant! it's too- much.." he whimpers.

"Here I thought you were some kind of genius, Spencer..." You tut. "think." you say, making his mind cloud over, trying his hardest to think, so he can finally cum.

"i-irregardless?" He mumbles, and you check over the crossword, gasping gently as you write it down.

"Yes! irregardless. Good boy Spence." you say, disregarding the crossword and speeding up your movements, drawing a loud whine from spencer.

"I knew you could do it, baby."

[lily-174]

prompt 41 with derek morgan please because i swear we don’t get enough fics😤 thank you :)

‘wait you’re being serious?’ derek morgan x reader

trigger warning: mentions of sex

**

you and derek had been seeing eachother for just under 6 months now, it had been a while and the two of you hadn’t had sex yet, you hadn’t even really done much. just a blow job here and there. you were busy people, derek working in the fbi and you being. firefighter. they were stressful and time consuming jobs. so the time you both did spend together the majority of the time you went on dates and did things together to make the most out of the time.

you had noticed derek getting a little bit riled up at smaller things recently, certain touches, you wearing something a little bit more revealing to bed, you could see he was getting wound up, and you thought maybe you should talk to him about it.

so when you got the message that he would be home when you finished your shift at the firehouse you were ecstatic. you couldn’t wait to see your handsome man. after all you hadn’t seen him in a week. you were counting down the minutes until you shift ended. thank god it was a slow day and you hadn’t got that many calls. so when a shift turned up you ran to the locker room to collect your stuff.

“hey y/l/n someone’s overly excited to get home today” walsh one of your colleagues laughed as you rushed putting your stuff in your bag.

“her mans home for once why do you think she’s so excited” brett her best friend winked and started laughing, the firehouse was your family you laughed at their jokes and rolled your eyes.

“see you guys in 48 hours” you said putting your bag over your shoulder and leaving, you walked outside getting in your car and drove home.

when you pulled up outside you saw dereks car outside and the lights on, you had a massive smile on your face as you walked in.

“babe i’m here” you said taking your shoes off at the door, he walked round the corner a smile matching yours on his face and you jumped into his arms.

“hey my pretty girl, did you miss me?” he smiled hugging you tightly.

you both made your way to the kitchen the both of you catching up and talking about your week, as you made dinner, rossi’s spaghetti. you both made your way over to the couch turning on the tv as you ate.

once you’d finished eating you cuddled up against derek on the couch under a nice warm blanket. dereks body heat always keeping you warm, your personal radiator. you had your head on his chest and your leg over him his arm was around you his hand laying on your ass. you were watching the tv when you felt something hard poking into your thigh. you giggled and looked up at him.

“sorry princess” he sighed, it wasn’t that he was embarrassed he just didn’t want you to feel pressured just because his body was thinking to far ahead.

“it’s alright der” you smiled and placed a soft kiss on his lips, he smiled. he didn’t have a problem with the fact you hadn’t had sex, he just wanted to know why. maybe he was doing something wrong? or you didn’t feel comfortable with him?

“pretty girl, don’t take this the wrong way but i’d like to ask you something” he said sitting up slightly, you furrowed your eyebrows sitting up curious as to what he was going to say. even though you had a feeling you knew what he was going to ask.

“i don’t want this to come across as me pressuring you. because i have absolutely no problem in waiting, that’s not what this is at all. i’d just like to know if there’s a reason we haven’t gone all the way yet, just if i’m doing something wrong when we start getting intimate that makes you change your mind or if you just don’t feel safe with me yet? all we’ve done is you giving me head, it just doesn’t feel right to me, i want it to be about you. i want to make you feel good” he explained in the most polite way possible, it made your heart swell at the fact he wanted to make sure he wasn’t doing anything wrong, the fact he wants to make you feel good. derek was a god send. every woman deserves a man like him.

you didn’t really know how to respond though, suddenly the embarrassment from being an adult virgin made you feel beyond uncomfortable and anxious. you knew derek had a far bit of experience with woman and that kind of intimidated you. you sat consumed in your own thoughts until he spoke again.

“hey baby i’m right here, if something happened and that’s why. that’s okay you don’t have to explain it to me. or if you’re just not ready that’s okay. i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. i love you” he worried himself now, the way you froze up you didn’t even think how that would look, your boyfriend is a profiler your behaviour when it comes to talking about this probably worried him. a lot considering the things he’s seen.

“no no derek it’s not that. i’m um i’m a virgin” you blurted not wanting him to spend another second worrinf about you, he chuckled. you didn’t understand his response and just looked at him.

“wait, you’re being serious?” he stated, he was shocked how could a woman as beautiful as you not have had sex maybe you were waiting till marriage or you just hadn’t found the right guy yet. you nodded confirming the fact you were actually a virgin.

“are you waiting until marriage?” he asked with a shocked look on his face. it didn’t bother him, not at all he was just shocked.

“no i’m just waiting for the right guy.. and i think i’ve found him” you smiled moving to sit on his lap, his hands moved to your thighs.

“oh really? you found the right guy hmm? what’s his name?” derek teased as he gently caressed your thighs.

“derek morgan”