Me Stumbling Onto Jim Hopper Smut

Could you write a Jim Halpert fic? I want it to be an x reader who has a lot of tension with Jim and one day they just need to fuck to get it out.

Jim's a tease for sure, so tension is inevitable. Hope you like it! (If not you can always request something else if requests are open!!)

Jim Halpert x Coworker!Reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N; Smut; Plot-ish; Semi-Public Sex; Teasing; Tension; Almost Getting Caught; Big Dick Jim (obvi); Fingering (fem receiving); Missionary; Office Sex; Desk Sex;

Author's Note:

This contains smut, so if you are not 18+ (or 16+ because lets be real here) do not interact with this post! If you like, reblog, comment, or follow me, I will block you! I can't stop you from reading this, but knowing you are makes me uncomfy, thanks!

Michael called an "end-of-day" meeting to, which he had been trying to make a regular thing for a few days now, in order to talk about, well, whatever he wanted. Currently, he was saying something about the Halloween party coming up. It was hard to focus with the chairs being so close together, it made the small "meeting room" kind of hot and stuffy. Either that or the fact that Jim's hand was brushing your thigh, his shoe inching your pant leg up slowly, then letting it drop back down. You couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose, or if he was messing around.

He had been doing this for weeks now, and you never had the courage to tell him to either stop or take him into the bathroom and have him right then and there. It started with him "accidentally" bumping into you and grabbing your hips to steady himself, or grazing your hand as he walked by. At first you made the excuse that it was a small office, he had a desk right next to yours, and even that he was just clumsy. Then he started to be more touchy. He would put his arm around your shoulder when you guys were talking to people. He played it off as a "friendly gesture", but you knew it wasn't when his hand would graze the side of your breasts, or play with your hair, tugging every so often. It got to the point where you couldn't be around him without him touching you in some way. It wasn't like you didn't like it, in fact it turned you on. You just couldn't tell if he was messing with you.

Which brings you to now. His hand slowly inching to your inner-thigh, his shoe messing with your pant leg. You were focusing all your attention on not squirming in your seat. You didn't want to bring alert any of the other people in the very crowded room.

It wasn't until he removed all contact that you snapped back into focus, noticing everyone getting up from there chairs. You quickly got up, ready to get out of there, your body buzzing with arousal.

You were bending over your desk, logging out of your computer, when you felt a pair of hands on your waist. You gasped at the sudden contact and whipped around, meeting Jim face to face. By this point everyone was either gone, or heading out the door, the only one still there being Michael, who was in his office with the blinds closed.

"What are you doing?" You breathe out, barely able to look him in the eye.

"Saying hi. Do you... not... want me to say hi?" He asks, smirking, his eyes half-lidded.

You could barely breathe, his hands, still on your hips, were slowly making their way underneath your shirt, and up your waist. His soft, strong hands rubbing up and down your soft skin.

You finally get enough sense to do something, and reach up, grabbing his neck, pulling him down and forcing your lips together. He groans into your lips, moving you backwards until you bump against your desk. His tongue prods your lips and you immediately let him enter your tongues clashing against one another, teeth bumping each others. He bites your lip causing you to moan, muffled by his mouth pressed against yours. He moves his hands to your ass, about to help you jump onto the desk behind you when you both hear a thud coming from Michaels office.

You both immediately separate, realizing you could be caught at any moment. Your hands go to your shirt, pulling it back down and smoothing it down, while Jim's hands flatten his hair back down. Michael opens up the door to his office, grabbing his things, and leaves to get his coat.

He turns to the both of you and says, "Have a nice weekend you guys! Remember to get the cupcakes for the Halloween party Monday okay Jim?"

"Yeah, yeah. See you Monday!" Jim says, his gaze making its way back over to you.

Michael leaves, the door closing with a loud thud, and Jim's hands are immediately on you again. This time he grabs you, actually lifting you onto the desk, and immediately one of his hands goes to the button on your pants, the other going to grip your hair as he shoves his mouth against yours.

He breaks away from your lips for a moment, his warm breath fanning against your lips as he says, "Are you sure about this? It's fine if you don't want to, you know."

"I think I am going to go crazy if you stop now," You say, laughing softly.

He chuckles, diving back into your lips, his fingers wrapping around your hair as he unbuttons and unzips your pants. You take your hands off of his chest, where they were grabbing at his shirt, and slide your pants off, dropping them to the floor. His hands leave your body and go to undo his slacks, pulling them, along with his boxers, down to his knees, his hard length popping out and hitting his stomach. It takes everything in you not to groan as you wrap your fingers around it. It is girthy, making you unable to wrap your hand around it fully, and very lengthy. He pulls away from your mouth as you glide your thumb over his tip, spreading the precum dribbling down his shaft with your hand.

"Fuck, Y/N. You don't know how long I've thought about this," Jim moans in your ear.

You pick up the pace as you answer, "I bet about as long as you've been teasing me. If I had to guess, of course."

His laugh turns into moans as I rub my thumb across his tip again, moving his hands to your thighs. He moves his hands higher, until they are right where you want them. His fingers pull at your panties, pulling away from you for a moment to look you in the eyes.

"Are you-" You cut him off by pressing your mouth against his again.

"For the last time, yes. Yes I am sure. No I am not going to regret it. Now please touch me Jim," You say, clenching your thighs together, needing to relieve some of the pressure.

"Fine," He says, shoving you onto your back.

He pulls your panties off quickly, throwing them over his shoulder, and rubs his fingers through your slit. He groans at how wet you are. He spreads your wetness through your folds, stopping every so often to rub circles into your clit. You slap your hand to your mouth to muffle your moans.

Jim reaches his free hand up to pull your arm down, "Let me hear you, Sweetheart. Come on baby."

You whimper as he pushes a finger into you, slowly massaging your clit with his thumb. His long, slender finger reaches places inside of you that you could never reach on your own before. Your pussy squelches with wetness as he shoves another finger into you.

You look up at him, his eyes never tearing away from your wetness, seemingly hypnotized. He thrusts his fingers in and out of you faster, each time they come away soaked and glistening, before he shoves them back in again, curling them deep inside of you, hitting that spongey spot inside of you. You try to find something to grip on the flat surface of your desk, unable to find something to keep you grounded. Jim, noticing, grabs both of your wrists with his large hand and pins it to the desk above your head, inserting a third finger, with slight resistance, at the same time.

"So tight, baby. Gonna come on my fingers? Please come for me Sweetheart," He says, leaning down to kiss your face, your neck, your shoulders, as he thrusts his fingers faster and faster, his thumb continually rubbing your clit, the pressure overwhelming.

You moan a string of curses as your pussy clenches his fingers, the coil of pressure inside of you bursting. You try to clench your thighs closed, but he leans down, his shoulders keeping you from doing so.

He slowly stops moving his fingers inside you and takes them out, looking you in the eyes as he licks them clean. He groans like he hasn't ever tasted anything as delicious as you.

"Made a mess, didn't you?" He asks softly.

You nod, barely conscious enough to do that, still coming down from your high.

"Think you can do it again f'me? Hm?" He asks, bringing his hand down to pump his dick which is dripping with precum.

You nod again, "Mhm. I can do it Jim, promise."

He smiles down at you, "Ok pretty girl, let's see."

He pumps his cock a few more times before he slowly inserts it into you, a wet squelching sound emanating from your folds. He groans and his head falls backwards as he thrusts into you, the base of his dick meeting your hips. You moan loudly, straining against his hand holding your wrists to the desk. His other free hand grabs your right leg and pushes it back and out slightly, allowing his to thrust into you deeper and at a new angle.

"Fuck Jim, faster please," You moan out, your eyes beginning to become unfocused.

His thrusts become faster, rougher, the sounds of skin on skin echoes around the office. If anyone were to walk in there would be no hiding what the two of you were doing, no lying your way out of this one. That thought only made you clench harder around Jim, causing his hips to stutter.

"I'm so fucking close Y/N," He whimpers out between thrusts, taking his hand off your wrists in order to circle your clit again.

His thrusts became erratic, forcing you to grip his arm that was holding onto your thigh. You gripped the edge of the desk behind your head with your other hand to stop you from moving on the desk. Your vision went white as you came, your pussy clenching Jim's dick causing his hips to stutter, pulling out and coming on your soaked folds and thighs.

"Fuck. Fuck Y/N," Jim muttered as he slumps down in your office chair that was pulled out from your desk.

"Yeah... How the hell am I going to sit next to you Monday?" You ask, half joking.

"I guess we'll just have to do it again," He responds, smirking at you.

Kinktober Requests!

Since Kinktober is happening fairly soon (like in a few days), I want to ask for some Kinktober requests! I have a few ideas already, but am really wanting to challenge myself. So... here are some of my rules for this Kinktober (2024)!!!

Hard No's:

Anything that has to do with feces, urine, or vomit

Anything to do with animals (like, actual animals. Werewolves and stuff like that is alright)

Incest (even if it is two siblings sharing someone)

Minor/Underage Stuff (Not even just adultxminor, but minor/underage in general)

Maybe's:

Non-Con (in certain circumstances or with certain characters, but I won't write any r@pe/non-con when it comes to real people. Ex: Brian Quinn)

Yes's:

Pretty much anything else! I will write literally any kink (unless it makes me suuuupppeerrrr uncomfy) so ask away!

Destroy the myth that libraries are no longer relevant. If you use your library, please reblog.

I’m not sure if this is gonna make sense but I like thinking of dom!spencer and I feel like it would be fun to read a fic where he takes the sub!reader’s panties after he c*ms in her before they head home for the day. He could make her go around like normal then Derek notices what is dripping down her thighs as she’s giving him files or something and basically Spencer ends up sharing her with Derek.

If you’re not comfortable with this lmk. I think it would be fun.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: dom/sub undertones (Dom!Reid, Sub!Reader, SoftDom!Morgan), daddy kink, light degradation, dirty talking, oral sex (female and male receiving), nipple play, unprotected sex

Words: 6.4k

A.N.: This is my first time writing a threesome so I hope it’s not as bad as I’m pretty sure it is. Hope you liked this! I’ve had so much fun writing it. I will probably write more. ;)

“Spencer, I...”

He covers your mouth with his hand, his mouth attacking your neck. “Be quiet, doll. I don’t think you want someone to know what I’m doing to you.”

You close your eyes, throwing your head back. His thrusts are getting quicker, his pace much more irregular than before and you can barely stand on your own legs as you feel them buckle. You know you’re close.

Moaning softly against the palm of his hand, you slide your own down to touch his other one that is resting on your hips. Spencer’s chest is pressed to your back, his tongue tracing circles before his teeth sink into your skin. He knows you love this, he knows you want to be loud but you can’t.

If somebody finds out you’re getting fucked inside the bathroom, it’d be the end of your career and your reputation in the FBI.

“Fuck, you feel so good around my cock. – Spencer whispers, his words sending shivers down your spine as you grip his hand – Can’t wait to have you all for myself tonight, I’m going to take my sweet time with you.”

You open your eyes, nodding your head to his words. You can’t wait either because going home means being able to be loud, his name rolling off your tongue louder and louder each time.

Spencer closes his eyes, his face buried in the crook of his neck from behind as he keeps pushing his cock in and out of you. His thrusts are sloppier, his hands are sliding down on your hips as his fingers dig in the smooth fabric of your skirt.

You bend down just enough, your face pressed against the cold surface of the wall. Spencer uses his hands to steady himself, watching the way his cock disappears inside of you as your juices coat all of it. The sounds you’re not making are going to be the soundtrack of that night and he can’t fucking wait to hear all of them, wanting to ruin you.

“Are you close, doll?”

He doesn’t need to say anything else because soon you’re coming, your whole body shaking because of the pleasure crashing through you as you squeeze your thighs. Spencer forces himself to keep quiet, using his mouth to bite your neck in order not to scream out your name.

Your walls are clenching hard around his cock, taking him so perfectly no matter the small cubicle you’re in. He slides both his hands down your body, smacking your ass just to see it bounce right there where he’s buried inside of you.

“Good girl. – he whispers, closing his eyes and throwing his head back – Fuck, I’m close.”

You’re oversensitive, your legs are shaking and if he doesn’t keep you up and pressed to his body, you’re sure you’d fall down. Spencer wraps his arms around your waist and growls into your ear, fucking you even deeper and harder than before.

You can feel him twitch inside of you, the soft sound of your whimper sounds like music to his ear.

Finally he reaches his peak, the orgasm exploding through his body as you put your own hand over his mouth. He did it to you as well so why can’t you do it to him too?

Spencer fills you with his warmth, sloppily pushing himself inside of you as he rides the last drop of pleasure you’re squeezing from him. You’re still pressed against the wall, your head slightly turned to look at him.

You wait in silence, trying to catch your breath after what has just happened. You’re completely spent and you’re lucky Spencer had waited until this afternoon to yank you inside this bathroom, or you wouldn’t have been able to focus on your job.

Sometimes he can get very impatient and has to have you everywhere he goes.

You don’t complain because you feel exactly the same.

“That’s it, doll. – Spencer whispers, leaving a kiss on your bare shoulder – You were incredible.”

Blushing, you bite your bottom lip. You whimper at the sudden loss when Spencer pulls out of you, your juices mixed with his come dripping down your thighs so you bend down.

You’re about to pull your panties up when Spencer stops you, clicking his tongue.

“Give them to me.”

Widening your eyes, you shake your head. “Spencer, absolutely not. If I don’t wear them, someone’s going to see...”

His eyes are silently telling you to keep quiet and obey, but you’re not going to budge. Your job means a lot, you don’t want to lose it because he wants to have more fun with you. And what if someone sees the result of your little trip to the bathroom with Spencer? What if they connect the dots and realise you didn’t go in there because you weren’t feeling well?

“I’m going to keep this. – Spencer steals your panties from your hands, stuffing them in his pocket – I want you to walk around with my come dripping down your thighs, I want everybody to know that someone owns you. That I own you.”

His right hand travels up to your throat, your eyes immediately finding him.

You nod your head, licking your bottom lip. “Yes, daddy.”

He leans forward, kissing your lips. “Good.”

Rolling your eyes, you pull away from him as you push down your skirt. It covers your thighs but you still feel his come dripping down – you hope nobody sees it. The idea of everybody knowing you belong to Spencer is hot, but at the same time it’s fucking scary.

Excitingly scary.

Once you’re all fixed and set, you head out of the bathroom stall. Spencer sneaks up behind you and gets out before you can say another word. You’re tempted to get back inside and clean yourself but you don’t want to disobey Spencer’s orders, because he’ll find out – and you hate punishments.

When you step out of the bathroom, you almost bump into Morgan.

“Hey!”

You can feel your cheeks heating up. “Hey Derek.”

He looks extremely good today, wearing that white shirt tight around his biceps. You’ve wondered many times about touching them and gripping them, dreaming about scratching them as he touches you and does things to you that Spencer would probably allow.

Derek eyes you up and down, raising a brow. “You okay?”

Snapping you out of your thoughts, you give him a weak smile. “Of course, it’s really hot today. That’s...”

He hums, not really believing your answer. “Right, it’s hot. Let’s just hope it’s going to rain tonight.”

Spencer is listening to your conversation, crossing his arms and looking at you from the glass doors. He can see how you’re squirming in front of Derek, how you’re squeezing your thighs. He knows your body better than you do: you want Derek.

He doesn’t blame you, Derek is a really attractive man.

“I have a report to give you, the one you asked me this morning. I finally finished it. – you say, changing the topic before you get more nervous – Come to my office and I’ll give it to you.”

Derek watches you walk away in silence, his eyes landing on your thighs. He can see something dripping down and when Spencer touches his shoulder, he connects the dots: you went to the bathroom and immediately after, your boyfriend followed you. Both of you didn’t think anybody would notice but Derek did, laughing to himself and shaking his head from behind his desk.

He doesn’t blame Spencer for wanting you, you're an incredible woman.

Attractive, smart, fun.

Everything.

“Morgan.”

“Reid.”

Spencer walks back to his desk, sitting on his chair with his legs crossed. He wants to see what Derek is going to do now that he has seen what happened in the bathroom. Is he going to make a move on you or is he going to be the incredibly respectful best friend he’s always been to Spencer?

You run your fingers through your hair, letting out a soft sigh. You’re pretty sure your colleague has understood what happened to you and why you were so flustered as you talked to him. You just hope he’s not going to say anything to Emily – or you’ll get kicked out of the team.

Sex can’t be the reason you quit this job.

Derek waits for a few seconds before heading to your office, knocking on the door.

“Come in!”

“Hey. – says Derek, stepping inside your office with a smile – I didn’t want to rush you with the report, I could’ve waited until tomorrow or the end of the week.”

You give him a reassuring smile, squeezing your legs once again. How can he be so fucking hot? And how amazing would he be with those strong hands, holding you down and...

Derek snaps his fingers in front of your face. “Y/N?”

Blinking, you get your attention back on him. “Yes? Sorry, I zoned out.”

He releases a soft laugh, crossing his arms to his chest. “I noticed. Are you sure you’re okay? Do you want me to get you a snack?”

“No, don’t worry. Thank you for your concern, though. – you answer him, your eyes finding Spencer standing on the doorstep – Hey Reid.”

Spencer steps inside, closing the door behind his back.

Derek doesn’t say anything, turning around to look at your boyfriend before furrowing his brows in confusion. You don’t know why Spencer closed the door and came to your office because you don’t have anything to do or give him, but you’re not going to kick him out.

Having these two incredibly handsome men in the office is not a bad thing.

However it’s distracting and... Even though it’s time to go home, you don’t want to get too overwhelmed.

“I have a question for both of you.”

You stand up from your chair, confused. Derek is giving him the same exact look but he doesn’t pull back, interested in what Spencer has to say.

“How do you feel about group sex?”

Maybe you didn’t hear this correctly, maybe you misheard something.

How can Spencer be so casual about this?

“I mean, uh... – Derek is completely shocked, staring at Spencer in disbelief – I don’t have an answer right now.”

You shake your head, turning to look at your boyfriend. You don’t mind asking someone to join you and Spencer in the bedroom, but sometimes it’s nice to talk about a topic like this before actually asking the question and jumping into the event without thinking about it too much.

It’s Derek.

You would love to have him all over you.

However... It's weird. Maybe a bit embarrassing. Not uncomfortable but kind of.

“Y/N?”

Derek glances at you, noticing you’re staring at Spencer as if he just killed someone right in front of your face. He doesn’t blame you, he wasn’t expecting your boyfriend to ask him that kind of question either.

“Y/N, answer me.”

You snap out of your thoughts. “You know the answer.”

“Say it anyway. Derek doesn’t. – Spencer tells you, walking towards you before placing a hand over your shoulder – He will be pleased.”

You bite your bottom lip, gulping as you look back at your other colleague. Spencer’s fingers are caressing your shoulder in the same spot where he left a mark with his teeth, your skin still warm because of it.

Derek doesn’t seem uncomfortable.

“I’d like to, uh... – Spencer touches your shoulder again, giving the support you so desperately seek to talk – I would love to join us in bed.”

You and Spencer had this talk before.

When he told you that he would like to add other people to your sex life, you were ecstatic because group sex has always been one of your fantasies. Sex, oral sex, simple petting, whatever – you’re up for it and Spencer is interested as well, wanting to please you and wanting others to please you as well. At the same time you know that sometimes, couples who are inexperienced with these kinds of situations tend to get lost in their own little worlds, forgetting the third person because they’re too focused on bringing their fantasies alive.

The third person is not a toy, it’s a person; they have their own feelings, they own emotional baggage that might explode through or immediately after the experience which is why Spencer never wanted to have this kind of experience with someone they don’t know.

Derek seems the perfect addition to their fun, whether it's a one-time thing or more. Spencer wouldn’t mind the second option, if he has to be honest.

“We understand if you don’t want to, Derek. – you say, glancing at Spencer before turning to your colleague – And...”

Derek crosses his arms to his chest. “When?”

Spencer smirks at his answer, his hand sliding down to your hip. “Whenever you want. We’re free tonight, if you want.”

“Sounds like a plan. – says Derek, his eyes turning to your face – I can’t wait.”

When he leaves the room in silence, you can’t help but cover your mouth with a hand. Never in the world would you have thought you’d have the courage to say those things out loud but Spencer pushed you – and now you need to prepare for tonight.

“Oh my fuck.”

Spencer chuckles, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Emphasis on fuck.”

You’re sitting on your couch, your eyes low on the floor.

Derek and Spencer have been having a conversation ever since they stepped inside of your apartment, as if your boyfriend hadn't asked him to basically have a threesome with you and him a few hours before.

You’re a nervous wreck and you don’t know how they’re so calm.

It’s normal to be nervous about trying something new. Even though you trust Derek and you love him as a friend, you don’t know what to expect from this experience because you’ve never done it before.

Spencer hasn’t either, but Derek has. Apparently it was common for him in College to try new things and this happened to be one of them, one of his personal favourites.

“Y/N?”

You cross your legs, turning to look at Spencer. “Hm?”

“Come here, doll. - your boyfriend says, tapping his thighs - You seem nervous.”

You struggle to get up from the couch, your nerves getting the best of you. You want to try this, you want to do this and see how it feels for both you and Spencer - but at the same time you’re terrified of Derek’s judgment over you.

You know he would never belittle you or make fun of you for enjoying something in bed, he’s one the most open-minded people you’ve ever met. There’s a difference between talking about sex and having it, though - what if at the end of this experience your friendship will end?

That’s not something you want to happen.

“I’m very nervous. - you say, sitting on Spencer’s thighs with an arm looped around his neck - It’s not you, Derek. I just don’t want tonight to ruin our friendship.”

When you and Spencer started dating two years ago, you were much more closed up than right now. He taught you how to express your feelings, how to actually talk and say how you feel because communication is the only way you can salvage a relationship. Keeping everything inside is not good because it breaks you from the inside, destroying your relationship brick by brick no matter what the other person does.

No matter how scared or nervous you are, you have to tell the truth.

Derek scoots closer on the bed, his hands still on his thighs. He doesn’t want to touch you unless he has your permission - he might be incredibly attracted to you but he’s a decent human being and knows that if he even tries to touch you, you’ll bite his hand off.

“We’ll make sure to keep you pleased and comfortable, Y/N. - Derek says, his voice soothing your nerves and making your nose twitch - Me and Spencer are going to have so much fun.”

You glance at your boyfriend, your hand playing with the curls right behind his neck. “I know.”

Spencer slides his right hand between your legs, a soft moan leaving your lips at the same time Derek puts his left one on your thigh. You don’t know what to focus on first, so many things are happening at once: Spencer is pushing his fingers towards your panties, Derek is kissing down your shoulder and you find yourself closing your eyes and moaning their names.

Having sex with Spencer is one thing, but having sex with Spencer and Derek is on a whole other level.

It’s totally different from what you’re used to, but you can’t wait to try everything they want.

Being nervous is normal, but overcoming your nerves is going to allow you to enjoy everything and you don’t want to miss a single detail about tonight. You want to have fun, you want to please them, you want to see them crumble underneath your fingertips, you want them to not be able to think about anyone else but you for the next few days.

Or weeks, or months, or years.

You know it’s already going to happen with Spencer, but you want it to happen with Derek as well.

He needs to remember you everywhere he goes, even when he's in bed with someone else.

“Why don’t you strip down for us, doll?”

Spencer brushes the tip of his fingers up and down your slit covered by your panties, your head nodding as you try to wiggle out of his grip. Derek sits back down on the couch with a hand behind his neck, his eyes staring at you hungrily.

“Show Derek how beautiful you are, doll.”

“He already knows.” you say with a wink

Derek lets out a laugh, turning to Spencer. “She’s not wrong.”

You shrug off all your nerves as you start to unbutton your blouse. You want to give them a show but at the same time you want to be quick, needing to feel their hands all over you again - and for the whole night. Spencer licks his bottom lip, spreading his legs just enough to put a hand between them and cup his bulge.

He loves watching you and knowing that you’re stripping off not just for him, makes it incredibly hotter.

You lift your blouse and throw it on the floor, pushing your skirt down.

You’re still not wearing your panties because they’re inside Spencer’s pocket.

Derek licks his bottom lip and moves a hand forward, trying to touch you. You move closer to him before glancing at Spencer, him giving you a quick nod - even though this experience is all about sharing and giving each other pleasure, you want to be sure Spencer is okay.

“You’re gorgeous, Y/N. - Derek says, looking up at you - But you’d look better without this.”

His hands run up your back and unclasp your bra, sliding it off your shoulders.

Now you’re standing completely naked in front of two men all dressed up.

You thought you’d feel nervous but you don’t, you’re actually incredibly turned on. Their hungry eyes are staring you down, especially Spencer’s - he seems to be having the time of his life even though he hasn’t touched you yet and he’s still watching you with his colleague.

Derek presses a kiss on your belly as his hands cup your breasts, squeezing them lightly. “I’ve always dreamed of doing this to you. I knew you’d feel like this.”

You close your eyes and throw your head back, your nipples hardening against the palm of his hands. “Do it for as long as you want, sir.”

Spencer smirks, standing up from the couch and getting behind you. Biting your bottom lip, you try your best to focus on Derek’s tongue now swirling around your right nipple. A soft whimper comes out of your mouth as you struggle to stay still, Derek’s other hand gently spreading your legs.

“Do you like his touch on you, doll?”

You nod your head, Spencer’s hot breath lingering on your neck. “Yes, daddy.”

Derek is not surprised by the nickname you have Spencer as he looks up at you, admiring the way you’re arching your back and wiggling closer to him. His tongue slides around your nipple before he sucks on it, using both his hands to caress your inner thighs.

Spencer gives Derek a quick look and they both smirk. You don’t even notice their exchange of looks, too focused on the pleasure that both of them are bringing you. Spencer pushes his hips against your ass, his boner gently pressing against you.  His hands skimming over your hips before smacking your ass and at the same time, Morgan slides his left hand between your legs.

You whimper at the sudden touch, bending over when Morgan’s thumb brushes over your clit.

“Fuck, sir… I…”

Spencer slaps your ass once again, his chest on your back. “Are you that needy, doll?”

You quickly nod your head. There’s no point in lying to Spencer, especially if you know this could lead to him punishing you and making things worse - you don’t want punishments tonight, you just want all the pleasure they can give you.

“Keep your legs open for me, princess. - Derek says, snapping you out of your thoughts - I want to see all of you.”

Spencer forces your legs open as he keeps you still, his mouth attacking your neck and his teeth sinking into your skin. You let out a loud moan, gripping his arm when Derek slips two fingers inside of you - you immediately clench around him, your wetness making it easier for him to start fucking you.

He’s quick, pushing in and out of you.

“Let us hear you doll, we want to know how good we’re making you feel. - Spencer whispers in your ear, his right hand travelling up to your face - My good girl, you look incredible right now.”

You whine at his words, your hips grinding against Derek’s fingers. “Please, sir, I…”

You want to beg Derek to touch you more, you want him to push another finger in, you want his mouth, you want everything he can give you but right now you can’t talk. You can’t manage to use your words to form a coherent sentence because you’re overwhelmed - and they’ve just gotten started.

How is this possible?

Spencer takes a step back and you fall against him, your mouth slightly open as a chorus of little moans and pleads comes out of it. Derek gets off the couch, immediately getting on your knees.

You can’t even look down at him because soon you feel his mouth attaching to your clit, your hands flying behind his head to push him closer to you. You were not expecting this and the sounds coming out of your mouth are proof of it, your body almost collapsing.

“Fuck! Fuck, Derek.”

Spencer nudges his nose against your neck. “Is he making you feel good, doll? Do you have having his fingers and his tongue fucking you?”

You nod your head, incapable of moving. You grind against Derek’s fingers and moan when his lips suck on your clit, the pleasure spreading rapidly within you - you want to come, you know you’re close but you’re scared of saying anything.

“C-Close…”

Spencer smacks your ass, watching it bounce before pushing his trousers down. “Oh, you’re close? Do you want us to make you come, doll? Do you want me to give you permission to come?”

You struggle to nod your head, gasping when Derek pushes a third finger inside of you. Your arousal is coating his hand and half of his face, his lips now pressing kisses on your inner thigh.

He looks up at you, smirking at the sight. “I think she has earned it, Spencer. Don’t you agree?”

Your boyfriend nods, kicking his trousers away from the carpet. “I do. Make her come, Derek. Come on.”

Morgan doesn’t need to be told twice, his fingers picking up the pace. You gasp at the sudden sensation and you push his head between your legs, his mouth attacking you and devouring you. You were expecting him to be incredible with his mouth, but fuck, not like this.

You moan his name, throwing your head back as Spencer lets his cock spring free. You can feel it touching your ass, pre-cum leaking down and smearing all over your skin.

You want to focus on both: Spencer’s cock and Derek’s tongue and fingers, but then the second gets the best of you.

And soon you’re coming, a loud whine coming out of your mouth.

You don’t even realise Spencer has a hand wrapped around your neck until you feel his fingers digging into your skin, his mouth biting and licking the soft skin of your throat. Derek hasn’t stopped his ministrations on you, the pleasure getting almost painful.

You try to shuffle away from him but you don’t really want to do that, you want more.

One orgasm is gone, but you hope there will be more coming.

“That’s it, doll, you did so good for us. - Spencer whispers in your ear - Doesn’t she taste amazingly, Derek?”

Derek stands up from the floor, licking his bottom lip. “She does. Do you want to taste it yourself, Y/N? Do you want to know how sweet you taste?”

You can’t even nod before Derek leans forward and connects his lips with yours, his tongue sliding inside of your mouth. Spencer grinds his hips against you, watching you as you lazily make out with his colleague right in front of him.

The sight is just so fucking exciting.

You can taste your arousal on Morgan’s lips, your arms immediately wrapping around his neck to deepen the kiss. You can’t get enough of him but you want your boyfriend as well, so you slowly pull away from the kiss.

When you turn around, Derek lifts his shirt off his chest and throws it on the floor. You run your hands all over Spencer’s torso, leaning forward to leave kisses all over his tender skin until you’re down on your knees for him.

It doesn’t take long for you to suck his cock into your mouth, bobbing his head up and down. Spencer hasn’t asked you to do anything but you know his expression, you know his eyes and you can recognize his body language.

He needs this.

“Show Morgan how good you are at sucking my cock, doll. - Spencer mumbles, running his fingers through your hair - Let us see those pretty eyes.”

When you open your eyes, you notice both of them are staring you down. Morgan is beside Spencer and they’re both completely naked now - they look so fucking good, you wish you could look at them for hours and months and years.

You feel so fucking lucky right now.

Lazily blinking, you slide your tongue all over Spencer’s length. He grips your hair and tugs on them, forcing you to take all of his cock inside your mouth - you gag around it but you keep your eyes on his face, not wanting him to miss a single second.

In the corner of your eyes you see Morgan slowly stroking his cock, long but thicker than Spencer’s. You wonder if you’re going to feel both of them inside of you, you wonder if Spencer is going to allow you to ride Morgan - he probably will.

“Suck him off as well, doll. He deserves to know how your mouth feels.”

You pull away from Spencer’s length, your saliva sliding down your chin. Spencer doesn’t need to tell you twice as you turn your head to Derek, looking up at him and gripping the base of his cock in your hand. You stroke it just a little bit, precum leaking all over it.

“Go ahead, princess. Let me see how good you suck my cock. - Derek says, putting a hand behind your hair and grabbing a handful of it - “You already look amazing on your knees, you’re going to look much better with my cock down your throat.”

You wink at him because you know it’s true, so you lean forward and you open your mouth. Derek pushes himself inside of it and lets out a huge sigh, admiring the way your lips are tightly wrapped around his length. He feels your tongue running up and down his shaft, your cheeks hollowing and making everything even better.

Spencer is touching himself as well, admiring the way you move up and down his cock.

You pull away for a split second, licking the head of his cock. “Am I being good, daddy?”

Your boyfriend nods, licking his bottom lip. “You are indeed, doll. You’re always good, so eager to please me and today, to please him.”

Derek is too focused on the pleasure caused by your mouth, humming in pleasure and his head falling back. His fingers grip your hair and force his cock down your throat, making you gag at the gesture - you don’t pull away.

That was fucking hot.

Using your mouth on Derek, you glance at your boyfriend as you realise something. He deserves a little touching so you move your right hand to his cock; you wrap your fingers around the base of it and you start to stroke it, moaning around Derek’s length.

It’s difficult to focus on two things at once, especially if you have tears in your eyes and you can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs.

You love giving blowjobs and you love pleasuring your boyfriend even more.

The pleasure is ready to explode through you but you’re not surprised.

This can easily push you to have your second orgasm.

“Princess, can I fuck your mouth? Please. - Derek whispers, his voice sounding much needier than before - I have to.”

You don’t even look at Spencer, nodding your head. “Yes, do it sir. Please, use my mouth.”

Putting your left hand behind your back to focus on his pleasure without stopping to touch your boyfriend’s cock, you keep your eyes on Derek’s face. He starts rocking his hips back and forth, his cock sliding down your tongue and hitting the back of your throat over and over again.

Saliva is dripping down your chin, tears streaming down your cheeks.

This is so fucking good.

Spencer pushes your hand away, stroking his cock by himself. He wants to admire the show you’re putting on for him and for Derek, he wants him to come down your throat and watch you swallow every fucking drop.

“F-fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking good.”

You can feel Derek twitching in your mouth so you lazily blink, staring at him. You allow him to take a hold of your head, snapping his hips back and forth as he fucks your mouth over and over. You don’t want him to stop, you need to feel him come down your throat.

You want him so fucking bad, it’s overwhelming.

Derek grunts as he keeps moving inside of your mouth, his thrusts slowing and faltering until you feel the first drops of come filling your mouth. A second later he empties himself inside of your mouth, forcing you to almost choke on his come - you wouldn’t change a thing, though.

“That’s my good girl. - Spencer announces, smiling proudly - Swallow it, doll.”

You do, the salty taste expanding in your mouth.

“Such a cumslut, aren’t you?” says Morgan

You blush – of course you are, has he seen Spencer Reid?

You love this a little too much.

Spencer is the one pulling you up to your feet, wrapping his arms around you before dipping down and kissing your mouth.

It’s the first kiss he gives you since this whole experience started and it feels so fucking incredible, his lips mixing with yours and your tongue melting against his. His hands are brushing over the tender skin of your hips, before they slide down to your thighs as he squeezes them.

He hasn’t had his orgasm yet.

And you know exactly how to give it to him.

“That was fucking hot, princess. – Derek says, gently pulling you towards him as Spencer sits on the couch with his legs spread open – I’ll definitely need you to do this more.”

Giggling, you nod your head. “Gladly, sir, if my daddy allows it.”

Spencer taps his thighs. “I will but now I want to fuck your pretty pussy, doll. I’ve missed it.”

“Are you going to come inside of her just like you did this afternoon? – Derek asks, his smirk spreading at your shocked expression – I saw his come dripping down your thighs, princess. It was fucking hot, I hope to watch mine doing that tonight.”

Your boyfriend chuckles, tapping his thighs. “You will, Derek, don’t worry. She’ll be good for you and she’ll take your come inside of her pretty pussy. Won’t you, doll?”

You whine but don’t complain, immediately sitting over Spencer’s thighs. Of course you want Morgan to come inside of you, of course you want to ride his beautiful cock but right now all you care about is fucking Spencer – and feeling his come inside of you, warming you and filling you up so fucking nicely.

You need it, your whole body aches for it.

Spencer grabs the base of his cock and brushes it against your wet folds before letting it sink inside of you. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust – Derek’s fingers did all the work before – because he starts bucking his hips up, fucking you just like you need it.

Derek is staring at you, watching your mouth opening and letting out the softest of sounds. Your back is arching, your hands are scratching your boyfriend’s chest and you don’t even know how to steady yourself.

That’s when he settles behind you, on his knees.

His mouth attacks your neck exactly where Spencer’s was before, his right hand sliding down your chest to settle right above your pussy.

Derek can feel Spencer’s cock pushing in and out of you, but his attention is all on your clit. He starts massaging it, making you whimper his name in pleasure – you start bouncing on Spencer’s cock, allowing yourself to drown in the pleasure.

Your mind is blank.

“Oh fuck, daddy, please...”

Spencer grips your breasts, squeezing them harshly. “Please what, doll? Tell me what you’re begging me for.”

You whine, struggling to open your mouth again. “Fuck me harder, please. Daddy, I need it so fucking bad.”

“Such dirty words coming out of such a pretty mouth. – Derek intervenes, slapping your clit with his hand – You look so fucking hot on his cock, though. You’re taking it so well.”

You whimper at the gesture, rolling your hips. “It’s my day job, you know.”

Spencer chuckles at your response, nodding his head. “It surely is.”

Derek teases your clit again, pressing down on it with his thumb while Spencer picks up the pace of his thrusts. You can feel yourself ready to jump over the edge of the pleasure, but you don’t know if you can come.

Spencer gives you that permission by grabbing you by the face and pulling you down, kissing you harshly. You moan over his lips, feeling Morgan’s finger massage your clit even quicker than before.

Spencer’s cock pushing in and out of you, and Morgan’s finger teasing you so well, are enough.

And soon you’re coming again, your arousal drenching Spencer’s cock and Morgan’s finger. You see stars as you almost fall back against your colleague’s chest, whimpering both their names and moving your hips.

Your whole body is shaking, you don’t even know what you’re saying. You’re begging them, you’re calling out their names – nothing that’s coming out of your mouth makes sense but they don’t seem to care.

“Fuck, I’m going to fill you up so fucking good. – Spencer mumbles, pinching both your nipples – Take it all, you fucking whore.”

When Spencer's thrusts inside of you start to falter, Morgan picks up the pace and uses his thumb to massage your clit. His mouth is leaving kisses up and down your back, while his free hand is smacking your ass – now there are two sets of handprints on your skin.

You can’t wait to take pictures of their signs all over your body, you’re dying to show them all to your boyfriend and giggle with him about this incredible experience.

Spencer’s mouth is still covering yours as his seed finally spills deep within you, warming you from the inside and allowing you to ride out your orgasm until you’re panting and withering on top of him.

“You’re definitely cumslut. – Derek adds with a chuckle, watching you collapse on top of your boyfriend – You did so good for us, princess. You’re incredible.”

Spencer wraps both his arms around your waist. “Did you hear what he said, doll? You should be proud of yourself, you did really well.”

You mumble something, too busy coming down from this orgasm. You know you did good, you know you were fucking incredible and you made both of them come at least once but you want more.

On the other hand, you’re totally spent.

You can barely lift your head to look at one of them in the eyes.

Spencer’s cock twitches when you roll your hips, his come dripping down your body. He slowly pulls out of you and presses a kiss on your forehead, watching Derek as he runs his fingers between your legs to collect Spencer’s come.

And then he pushes his fingers deep inside of you, fucking your boyfriend’s come back inside of you.

You don’t even whimper, used to the gesture. Spencer always does it every single time he can come inside of you, he finds it extremely fascinating and hot to know that he’s marking you again and again.

“Thank you.” you manage to say

Derek leaves a kiss on your shoulder before sitting on the couch beside you, admiring your body curling up on Spencer’s chest. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and you’re clinging onto him, not wanting to leave him.

Your body feels like it’s on fire.

You’re so fucking tired, you can barely feel your legs.

“She’s exhausted. – you can hear Spencer whispering – It was fun, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it was. We should do this more often. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

As they laugh, you slip into a state of slumber.

Tonight was fun.

You definitely want to do this again.

Maybe next time you’ll be able to feel Morgan inside of you.

You can’t wait.

can i request a Sal Vulcano x reader smut where Sal is a bottom and they have super kinky sex?

Sal Vulcano Smut

That picture of Sal is me rn reading this prompt...

ANYWAYS, you said you wanted Sal to be a bottom, and you wanted super kinky sex, so I (think) I delivered! I hope you like it!

(Just a warning, I have never written for Sal or for anyone being a bottom, so if it's bad, that's why)

Warnings: Use of Y/N; Porn/Little Plot; Dom/Sub Dynamics (if you squint); Bondage; Oral (male receiving); Handjob; Edging; Vibrator Usage (male receiving); Petnames (Baby, Sweetheart);

Smut Ensues Below The Cut

18+, you have been warned!

Sal was going crazy as you straddled him, tying his hands to the headboard with his tie. You moved quickly and efficiently, carefully moving as to not accidentally graze his lap, as he only had his boxers left on. He had stripped the rest of his clothes off before you both even made it to the bed. You had somehow managed to keep your dress, which was very revealing he might add, during the initial minutes.

When you finished tying him up you slowly made your way back down to the edge of the bed, your dress riding up your hips and your head becoming level with his lap. His erection was very visible from where you were kneeling on the bed. You slowly grazed your hand up his thigh. You could feel the muscles clench as you made your way to his clothed mound. When your hand reached his covered erection he moaned.

"Fuck. Please just touch me Y/N." He whimpered as you squeezed him through his boxers, a wet patch of precum dampening the fabric. "Please!"

You wrap your hand around him as well as you can through the boxers and start to rub him, the movement of your hand and the rough friction from the fabric causing him to moan loudly. You clench your thighs as the sound of Sal makes your lower stomach flutter.

"Please baby! I'm so close! P-please!" Sal manages to say through breathy moans.

"I know baby, I can feel it," You respond in a purposefully sultry voice. And you can feel how close he is, his dick twitching in your grip and his boxers becoming drenched in his precum.

Before he could come you pulled away, leaving him breathless and frustrated. His chest was heaving, sweat starting to gather on his shirtless frame, his hair starting to stick to his face. His eyes began to refocus as you pulled down his boxers.

"Couldn't let you go off and come in your underwear now could I baby? Got to take care of you nice and good," You said, soothing him as he whined.

As soon as his boxers were on the floor next to his pants and shirt, you wrapped your fingers around his long, girthy member, and squeezed slightly as precum dripped down your fingers. You could barely contain the urge to lick up the salty substance, but you did so that you could thoroughly enjoy what was to come. You slowly began to move your hand, your other hand gripping his thigh to keep you upright. His dick twitched as more precum gathered at the base of his erection, pooling in the small little patches of dark hair gathered there.

You licked your lips as he moaned, saying your name under his breath as he whimpered and whined for you to move faster. You, unable to deny him when he was like this, sped up, his hips thrusting up to meet your hand. Your thumb trailed along the slit at his tip, forcing him almost over the edge. You were barely keeping your own feelings down, your stomach clenching and your thighs desperately creating friction between your legs. Your panties, the special lacy ones you wore for tonight, drenched from hearing Sal's moans.

"I'm gonna come! Y/N I- I'm gonna-" Sal moaned loudly, his voice cutting out from how strained his voice was.

However, before he could come, you decided it would be fun to edge him for just a little while longer, and pulled away, causing him to strain against his restraints and cry out.

"I know. I know. But I have a surprise for you okay? You're gonna like it baby, alright?" You told Sal, having one last surprise for him before you could allow him to come.

"Fuck! Please just touch me! I don't care how just-" He grunted before giving up and going slack against his restraints.

You decided to tease him a bit before you continued, "Aww. Are you upset that I won't let you come? Hmm? Well, with that attitude you won't come all night? Do you want that sweetheart? Huh baby?"

Sal hadn't even noticed that you were creeping off the bed, all he could say were half muttered apologies, barely conscious enough to say them.

"Please! Y/N I promise... I promise I'll be good. Won't say anything else, just please touch me," Sal said, finally coming down enough to realize what you meant.

You, now fully off the bed, grabbed a small box you had brought into the bedroom earlier in the night. You opened it, and inside lay a small vibrator and some short silk ropes.

You climbed back onto the bed and began to tie Sal's ankles to the end to the bed. You wanted him to be under your full control for this moment. After you finished with his ankles, you looked up at him through your thick eyelashes and saw he was looking down at you, his face red and damp from heat and sweat. God, how did you get this damn lucky?

You crawled in between his now-separated legs and wrapped your mouth around the tip of his cock. He let out a shocked gasp as you sucked and licked his slit, his deliciously salty precum finally filling your mouth. You moaned around his erection, his moans and whimpers filling the air around you.

You slipped your mouth off of his cock with a pop! You quickly wrapped your hand back around his dick so he wouldn't complain, and with your other hand you grabbed the vibrator sitting next to you. A buzzing filled the air as soon as you hit the button, and you silently took in Sal's expression. His glossy eyes looking at you, mesmerized by both your hand jerking him off and the small little black toy in your hand.

You suddenly placed the buzzing toy on his slit while your hand moved up and down around him. He immediately let out a long, deep groan, jerking his head back and his hips up as much as he could with his restraints.

"You like that baby? Hm?" You asked pressing the toy harder against his slit and squeezed around him with your hand.

"Y- oh fuck yes!" Sal moaned aloud.

You were sur the neighbors could hear you now, but you really didn't care. You pressed the button again, turning the toy to a higher power, watching Sal's precum glaze both the toy and your fingers as it dripped down from his now-swollen tip. His face was drenched in sweat, and his hair was wet and flat on his forehead. His chest heaved and his thighs clenched as he became close.

"Y/N! Please let me come! I was good! I- I was so good! Please let me come for you!" Sal yelled out, his hips attempting to thrust into the toy and your hand faster.

You put the toy up to a higher power and moved your hand faster, a wet slapping sound emitting from where your hand hits his pelvis.

"Come for be baby. Come on. You can do it baby, yeah." You cooed as he came, his white seed spilling over the toy and covering you fingers as you slowly brought him down from his high.

When he began whining, you took away the toy and your hand, licking his salty cum from your fingers. You stood up, walking to the headboard, and untied his wrists, throwing the tie onto the ground. You then walked around and did the same thing to both ankles.

Before you could walk away and grab a washcloth to clean him up, he grabbed you by the wrist and spun you around.

He gave you a small kiss on the lips, then whispered, "I think it's your turn now, sweetheart."

KINKY PROMPTS // +18

1. breeding kink

2. somnophilia

3. size kink

4. fingering

5. phone sex

6. wall sex

7. age gap

8. breast play

9. choking

10. cockwarming

11. car sex

12. cuminflation

13. exhibitionism

14. dry humping

15. poly (2-3 extra people besides reader)

16. pet play

17. degradation kink

18. oral sex / oral fixation

19. praise kink

20. morning sex

21. hate fucking

22. thigh riding

23. face sitting

24. dacryphilia

25. corruption kink

26. jealous sex

27. spit kink

28. rough sex

29. soft sex

30. filming (consensual)

31. mirror sex

32. overstimulation

33. edging

34. dumbification

35. shower sex

36. voyeurism

37. cuckolding

38. thigh fucking

Kindly tag me in any Joel x Reader smut that you find so I don’t have to resort to writing my own.

Even though I’ll probably write my own anyway. 🤭🔥

(Gif Credit: @manny-jacinto)