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Reblogging bc I reread this and it’s so hot
Pretty Girl
summary: you have spencer try on a skirt, but neither of you expected to enjoy it this much.
genre: smut
cw: 18+ mdni! sub!spencer, softdom!reader, dirty talking, praise, kink discovery, feminization, spencer in a skirt, use of good girl, use of princess, handjobs, cumming in pants, completely gn!reader (reader is not described at all), no use of y/n, autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), kink discussion at the end
wordcount: 1k
a/n: this is inspired by the fic "FBI's resident pretty girl" by stainlesssteel on ao3, it gave me feminized spencer brain worms so y'all should check it out.
“Would you be willing to try on a skirt?”
Spencer stops reading and looks over at you from across the couch with a surprised look on his face. You feel your cheeks warm with embarrassment.
“You don’t have to, of course,” you continue. “I just— I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I think you’d look really good.”
You can practically see the gears turning in Spencer’s head.
“Really?” he asks softly.
You nod. “I, um, I bought one that would fit you the other day on a whim. But you really don’t have to. I can always return it.”
He closes his book and sets it aside. “No,” he says softly, nervously. “I’ll try it on.”
You beam at him and practically leap off the couch, holding out your hand to help Spencer up. He hasn’t needed his cane in a few months now, but helping him stand has become a habit. “Wonderful! Come on, sweet boy, it’s in the bedroom.”
Spencer flushes and takes your hand, letting you pull him off the couch. He lets you lead him to your shared bedroom and park him in the middle of the room. “Stay there,” you say excitedly, patting him on the chest, “I’ll be right back.”
You scamper over to the closet and pull a high-waisted, pleated, white and gray plaid skirt off of a black hanger. You spin around and hold the skirt out in front of you with a smile as you walk back over to Spencer. You hand it to him, and he examines the skirt like it’s some sort of alien artifact.
“Pants off!” you say cheerfully.
Spencer flushes again and drapes the skirt over his arm to undo his belt and push his slacks off his hips. They fall to his ankles, leaving him just in his black boxer briefs, and he awkwardly climbs out of the pants, kicking them aside with a mismatched socked foot. Spencer nervously steps into the skirt and slowly pulls it up his legs. The skirt settles just over his hips and falls to a bit below his mid-thigh. You stare at him in awe. He looks gorgeous.
Spencer’s face is impossibly red when you look back up at him, and he wrings his hands together over his stomach. You reach up, tangling your hand in his hair, and pull him in for a quick kiss. “You look amazing, Spencer,” you say when you pull away. “You look like such a pretty girl!”
Spencer’s breath hitches and his eyes blow wide.
Oh, that’s new. And really fucking hot.
You smirk at him. “You like that, baby? You like it when I call you a pretty girl?” you ask teasingly, stepping closer to him.
Spencer’s gaze drops for a moment, embarrassed, but he nods desperately.
“Yeah?” you coo. “You wanna be my pretty girl?” He looks back up at you and nods slightly. You’re so turned on your whole body feels like it’s burning up.
“Words, sweetheart.” You run your hands over his chest and down to the waistline of his skirt, rubbing your thumbs over his hips in the way you know drives him crazy.
“Y-yes,” he whispers.
You smile. “Good girl,” you purr.
Spencer whimpers at the praise, and you slip your hand down the front of his skirt and into his underwear, suddenly feeling very glad that you bought a skirt with an elastic waist. Spencer gasps as you wrap your hand around his cock and curls forward to press his head into your neck as you begin to stroke him. He pants and whines, weakly thrusting into your hand and digging his fingers desperately into your hips, unable to control himself.
“Aww, look at you,” you tease, sliding your free hand into his hair. “Pretty girl in a pretty skirt, with such pretty, long hair.” You tug lightly, and Spencer whines. “You’re practically a princess.”
Spencer’s hips buck forward desperately.
“You like being my princess, sweet girl?” you ask.
Spencer nods frantically, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against your neck that make you groan. His grip on your hips tightens, and he’s clinging to you like a lifeline.
He gasps your name weakly.
“Aww, baby, are you close already?” you ask, feigning disapproval.
Spencer whimpers and nods again, thrusting wantonly into your hand.
“Yeah? You gonna cum for me, princess?”
Spencer continues to nod, his moans rapidly rising in pitch as he gets closer and closer.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum for me.”
With a weak cry of your name, Spencer cums hard all over your hand and his boxers. You stroke him through it until he’s trembling and whining, barely able to hold himself up.
You carefully remove your hand, wiping it clean on your pants, and guide him backward onto the bed. You climb up next to him, holding him gently and pressing kisses to the top of his head. Spencer hums contentedly. “Do you want me to—“ he starts.
You shake your head and cup his cheek, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. “I’m alright, sweetheart. This was about you. Did you have fun?”
Spencer nods. “I-I didn’t expect that,” he says softly.
“Yeah? You didn’t know you wanted to be my good girl?” you ask. Spencer whines and buries his head in your neck out of embarrassment. You chuckle lightly and run your hand through his hair soothingly. “That’s okay, sweetheart. I really liked it, too.”
Spencer pulls back to look you in the eye. “Really?”
You nod. “Of course,” you reassure. “It was really fucking hot. You look amazing in that skirt, and I loved taking care of my pretty girl.”
Spencer blushes. “C-can we do this again sometime?” he asks nervously. “Not always. I still like being your good boy, probably most of the time. But every once in a while, can I be your good girl again?”
Excitement burns in your chest. You smile and kiss him hard, making Spencer gasp against your lips. “Of course, baby. We can do this whenever you want. Now, c’mon, let’s get you a bath and into something clean.”
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Y’all. I like never cry at tv shows or movies but I literally just cried at the send of season 2 of dr who. Omfg. I knew what was going to happen and how but it still hit me so hard. Like damn.
18+
Switch spence who goes from whining and border line crying while you ride him cant help but completely take over. Pulling your sweaty chests together, holding you close while he begins to rapidly thrust up into you with a bruising pace, leaving you gasping for air face deep into his neck while he moans and whines in your ear, begging you to milk his cock. His hips continuously hitting against yours in no particular order but as fast as he can, hypnotised by your pussy, by you. Bliss quickly chasing you, spencer who doesn't need to be verbally told, feeling your walls spasm and tighten around his cock. Follows quickly with whines and grunts pouring from his mouth.
breaking profiler’s block
SUMMARY: You and Spencer have a sorta thing going. All for your genius, there are times where, y’know, you get stumped, and that was dubbed ‘profiler’s block’ by you and Spencer. Well, he knew exactly how to fix that, and this isn’t the first time he’s helped you break it.
TW: Post-prison Reid, so basically it’s an extremely hot Reid, talk of asphyxiation murder, criminal psychology, unspecified relationship, talk of masochism, BAU!reader, relatable-ass profiler’s block which is the BAU version of writer’s block, smut
STW: oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, Spencer being kind of a little shit, softdom!Spence, profiling during eating out, pussydrunk!Spencer cause yes, threat of exhibitionism, praise kink, hair pulling kink, thigh slapping, slight degradation, filthy stuff guys, you’re welcome
A/N: I don’t think this kinda trope’s been done before, so here we go
NOW PLAYING: Side to Side by Ariana Grande
Think, c’mon, think. Though that’s a pretty impossible task when Spencer Reid’s eating your pussy like he’s on death row.
“Shh, sweetheart, use that pretty head.” Spencer murmured as he sucked on your clit, two fingers pumping relentlessly in and out of you. Long-ass fingers, talented-ass tongue— you were done for.
Every lady out there was done for in the presence of this man. You too, all you out there.
You and the team were currently in Vegas — Spencer’s turf — to try and find a man who was out there strangling low-end members of society. But you couldn’t think straight — not just in the current circumstance — but in general. You’d hit something that you and Spencer called ‘profiler’s block’, and lucky you that Spencer knew how to snap you out of it.
Not his first rodeo with you where that’s concerned.
Spencer used his free hand to shove your legs further apart, spreading you open with his two fingers so he could lap up everything he could from your dripping cunt, moaning when ambrosia hit his tongue. “You know the drill.” He panted, eyes rolling back briefly as you pulled on his hair— fuck, that’s good. “Strangles his victims. S’ that tell us, hm?”
You thought you said a coherent sentence, but apparently it came out jumbled, because a quick slap to your thigh by Spencer had you moaning out an answer. “He wants p-power — oh — and control— fuck.”
“Don’t stop there.” He murmured, lapping at your clit. “Or are you just so fucking drunk on my tongue? Huh? Imagine the team seeing you like this, can’t even say a sentence properly.” Now, that shouldn’t have felt as hot as it did, but you did clench around his fingers, which were reaching spots you didn’t know you had.
After a few moments of how the fuck is he this good, you managed to regain a bit of footing, your blissfully blank mind allowing for new, sweet clarity, even if it was brief. “Incompetent. O-Overcompensating. He’s killing brunettes with blue eyes, he’s got an authority figure in his life that makes him feel small.”
“Good girl— shit, such a good girl.” Spencer cooed, which had your eyes rolling back. Soft voice, low tone, his hand pressing down on your stomach to make you clench on his fingers, to feel him taking you apart by the fucking seams.
You couldn’t deny the praise kink. It was definitely there.
“Gonna fuck you so hard when you get this right.” When was a comforting thought amid his fingers curling against your g-spot deliciously— his fingers were hitting your g-spot. “You want that? Wanna get drunk on my cock, darling? Make you walk funny and have the BAU see what I do to you?”
Oh, god, you wanted that. Spencer wanted that too, wanted to feel your pussy in every way possible. The man was whipped for pussy, and with the sloppy way he was devouring yours, you’d say he got drunk on you before you had the chance to go delirious on his cock.
“Spence—” You were so close, it was embarrassing, but you couldn’t help it. But you knew the drill: no coming until you’d given a substantial profile. No coming until the profiler’s block was smashed through by his fingers working that one spot in you that had you seeing stars. “S’ close, can’t — ah, shit — don’t stop. He’s a white m-male, thirties, married possibly with kids, works a job — yes — that he’s not seen in and is a low paying job,” His tongue flattened against your clit, “h-he kills low end m-members of — mm — society because he’s a masochist. T-The p-pain of not going outside of h-his comfort zone feels like a r-release when he kills because he’s inflicting it on himself—” A third finger stretched you open, “Spence, m’ gonna—”
“Come, sweetheart.” Spencer murmured, harshly sucking on your clit to tip the dominos and make you come — hard — and sink into the mattress, your mind wiped clean, eyes rolling back and hips bucking against his mouth, hands roughly gripping your hips and holding you to his mouth so he could lap and swallow everything that you had to offer, every drop of come as he moaned sinfully against you— as if that made matters better.
White vision, satisfied pussy, that’s what Spencer Reid did to you.
And even as your vision was starting to return back to 18/20, the tip of his cock nudged against your cunt, fingers reaching to spread you open.
“Ready, darling?”
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I really like the thing that Spencer Reid does TWICE in the whole show (that I know of) where he gets flustered and embarrassed and walks the wrong way
I'm in love
i went too far down a tiktok rabbit hole and now it is time for me to YAP.
Everyone always says that it’s goldenretriever!JJ x blackcat!Emily.
and i get it, yknow, they look the parts, blonde hair vs black hair, blue eyes vs brown eyes, tan vs pale, yknow.
BUT THIS IS FALSE.
BLACKCAT!JJ AND GOLDENRETRIEVER!EMILY
Emily is the goofball sweetheart with a heart of gold. JJ is a little more serious, a little more sarcastic, but can be silly with Emily.
JJ IS THE BLACK CAT AND EMILY IS THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL.
baby jayj in this outfit!!
Sorry the hand...sorry the neck...sorry the hair...sorry 404 ERROR😵😵😵
As a thought experiment… SHE’S FUCKING GAY.
The fact that CM are still trying to pretend Emily Prentiss is straight is crazy to me. LOOK at her. Her hands. Her fucking man spreading. Listen, if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck…
Then, lesbihonest—it’s probably a fucking duck.
Straight people don’t dress like that. Or talk like that. Or strut like that, miss wonky belt-buckle, miss chewed off nails, miss watch-inside-of-wrist, miss simp for Jennifer ‘it gives me you’ Jareau.
CM WRITERS: So, Emily, unfortunately we’ve decided that you’re still not going to be entering into a steamy lesbian relationship with your co-worker this season.
EMILY:
season one episode one and spencer reid has my entire heart
Pretty Girl
summary: you have spencer try on a skirt, but neither of you expected to enjoy it this much.
genre: smut
cw: 18+ mdni! sub!spencer, softdom!reader, dirty talking, praise, kink discovery, feminization, spencer in a skirt, use of good girl, use of princess, handjobs, cumming in pants, completely gn!reader (reader is not described at all), no use of y/n, autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), kink discussion at the end
wordcount: 1k
a/n: this is inspired by the fic "FBI's resident pretty girl" by stainlesssteel on ao3, it gave me feminized spencer brain worms so y'all should check it out.
“Would you be willing to try on a skirt?”
Spencer stops reading and looks over at you from across the couch, surprised. You feel your cheeks warm with embarrassment.
“You don’t have to, of course,” you continue. “I just— I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I think you’d look really good.”
You can practically see the gears turning in Spencer’s head.
“Really?” he asks softly.
You nod. “I, um, I bought one that would fit you the other day on a whim. But you really don’t have to. I can always return it.”
He closes his book and sets it aside. “No,” he says softly, nervously. “I’ll try it on.”
You beam at him and practically leap off the couch, holding out your hand to help Spencer up. He hasn’t needed his cane in a few months now, but helping him stand has become a habit. “Wonderful! Come on, sweet boy, it’s in the bedroom.”
Spencer flushes and takes your hand, letting you pull him off the couch. He lets you lead him to your shared bedroom and park him in the middle of the room. “Stay there,” you say excitedly, patting him on the chest, “I’ll be right back.”
You scamper over to the closet and pull a high-waisted, pleated, white and gray plaid skirt off of a back hanger. You spin around and hold the skirt out in front of you with a smile as you walk back over to Spencer. You hand it to him, and he examines the skirt like it’s some sort of alien artifact.
“Pants off!” you say cheerfully.
Spencer flushes again and drapes the skirt over his arm to undo his belt and push his slacks off his hips. They fall to his ankles, leaving him just in his black boxer briefs, and he awkwardly climbs out of the pants, kicking them aside with a mismatched socked foot. Spencer nervously steps into the skirt and slowly pulls it up his legs. The skirt settles just over his hips and falls to a bit below his mid-thigh. You stare at him in awe. He looks gorgeous.
Spencer’s face is impossibly red when you look back up at him, and he wrings his hands together over his stomach. You reach up, tangling your hand in his hair, and pull him in for a quick kiss. “You look amazing, Spencer,” you say when you pull away. “You look like such a pretty girl!”
Spencer’s breath hitches and his eyes blow wide.
Oh, that’s new. And really fucking hot.
You smirk at him. “You like that, baby? You like it when I call you a pretty girl?” you ask teasingly, stepping closer to him.
Spencer’s gaze drops for a moment, embarrassed, but he nods desperately.
“Yeah?” you coo. “You wanna be my pretty girl?” He looks back up at you and nods slightly. You’re so turned on your whole body feels like it’s burning up.
“Words, sweetheart.” You run your hands over his chest and down to the waistline of his skirt, rubbing your thumbs over his hips in the way you know drives him crazy.
“Y-yes,” he whispers.
You smile. “Good girl,” you purr.
Spencer whimpers at the praise, and you slip your hand down the front of his skirt and into his underwear, suddenly feeling very glad that you bought a skirt with an elastic waist. Spencer gasps as you wrap your hand around his cock and curls forward to press his head into your neck as you begin to stroke him. He pants and whines, weakly thrusting into your hand and digging his fingers desperately into your hips, unable to control himself.
“Aww, look at you,” you tease, sliding your free hand into his hair. “Pretty girl in a pretty skirt, with such pretty, long hair.” You tug lightly and Spencer whines. “You’re practically a princess.”
Spencer’s hips buck forward desperately.
“You like being my princess, sweet girl?” you ask.
Spencer nods frantically, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against your neck that make you groan. His grip on your hips tightens and he’s clinging to you like a lifeline.
He gasps your name weakly.
“Aww, baby, are you close already?” you ask, feigning disapproval.
Spencer whimpers and nods again, thrusting wantonly into your hand.
“Yeah? You gonna cum for me, princess?”
Spencer continues to nod, his moans rapidly rising in pitch as he gets closer and closer.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum for me.”
With a weak cry of your name, Spencer cums hard all over your hand and his boxers. You stroke him through it until he’s trembling and whining, barely able to hold himself up.
You carefully remove your hand, wiping it clean on your pants, and guide him backward onto the bed. You climb up next to him, holding him gently and pressing kisses to the top of his head. Spencer hums contentedly. “Do you want me to—“ he starts.
You shake your head and cup his cheek, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. “I’m alright, sweetheart. This was about you. Did you have fun?”
Spencer nods. “I-I didn’t expect that,” he says softly.
“Yeah? You didn’t know you wanted to be my good girl?” you ask. Spencer whines and buries his head in your neck out of embarrassment. You chuckle lightly and run your hand through his hair soothingly. “That’s okay, sweetheart. I really liked it, too.”
Spencer pulls back to look you in the eye. “Really?”
You nod. “Of course,” you reassure. “It was really fucking hot. You look amazing in that skirt, and I loved taking care of my pretty girl.”
Spencer blushes. “C-can we do this again sometime?” he asks nervously. “Not always. I still like being your good boy, probably most of the time. But every once in a while, can I be your good girl again?”
Excitement burns in your chest. You smile and kiss him hard, making Spencer gasp against your lips. “Of course, baby. We can do this whenever you want. Now, c’mon, let’s get you a bath and into something clean.”
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Oh Matthew Gray gubler , oh how I adore you .
He is so adorable I can’t … haven’t posted him in a minute
Had to .. my first love 💕
something about this 0.2 second clip drives me insane. HE'S TRYING TO FUCK ME!!!!
ssa aaron hotchner you will always be famous
This took about five hours, reblog if you are so inclined!! I do not know if there is a big fandom here but hi it's me again
i have nothing to add. just look at them.
+ bonus
if there's one thing queers with crushes on their best friends can be trusted to do, it's sitting on a table
A normal day in BAU
CW: smut, dom!JJ x sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names, shower sex , overstim, lmk if I forget anything !
With dramatic heaving breaths, you set down your water and lowered yourself back down to the bench. Your girlfriend chuckled at your stare, tapping up by the headrest. During your workout, small strands of hair had come loose, sticking to your forehead. JJ, on the other hand, always looked annoyingly beautiful when you went to the gym with her. Her blond hair perfectly slicked back into a ponytail, a form-fitting matching set that showed off her muscular arms, and only a thin, glimmering layer of sweat coated her skin no matter how much time or effort she spent here. “Come on, just five more,” she instructed while tapping her nails on the bar resting above your head.
“I know for a fact that you didn’t push Spencer this hard when you trained with him,” you protested while already finding your grip on the weight above you.
JJ squatted down to whisper in your ear, playing it off as double-checking the weight plates on either side of you. “Mhm, but I didn’t take Spencer back home to our apartment and fuck his brains out after each session, and I don’t think you can say the same doll.”
Luckily, your flushed face didn’t stand out in the crowd among you. JJ stood up with a stoic expression, as if nothing had been said. “Now five more.”
You listened, taking a deep breath before starting the set. You were acutely aware of JJ’s body right behind your head as she spotted the bar hovering above your chest. She was slightly tilted toward you, displaying her exposed abs with every rise and fall of her breath. You got to the third of five and seriously started questioning if it was possible to trick an expert profiler into changing her ways and adapting to sleeping on Sundays and maybe even breakfast in bed. A light stroll down the block for coffee maybe? The thought was tempting. You reset the bar, dropping your arms to your side with theatrics only reserved for your sassy girlfriend. “Alright, I give up.”
You were honestly slightly shocked at how little JJ pushed you to finish. She only responded with a playful hmph before she followed you out to the car and climbed into the driver's seat, planning to take the two of you back to your shared apartment. She hummed along softly to the radio and rested her hand posessively on your thigh without any other acknowledgment.
Dropping your bags off in the entryway, you both routinely headed your separate ways. JJ dug through the kitchen, pulling out ingredients for two. She always did breakfast, you did lunch, and you split the task of dinner on nights you ate in. You always showered first, being the one to use up less hot water before coming out to join her to eat before she retreated for her own shower.
Turning on the stream of hot water, the previously cold bathroom instantly steamed up, causing a quick removal of your skin tight clothes. Looking into the mirror to detangle your hair, you were startled when a blonde head of hair appeared behind you. You turned around to find JJ swaying in before snaking her hands around your waist.”I thought you were making breakfast.” You asked casually. Knowing she was a woman of habit. JJ reluctantly dragged her hands off your skin, only to start removing her only clothing a mere few inches from where you stood awestruck on the bathroom tile. “The bagels will survive," she teased, tilting her head with a direct stare as she let her bra fall to the ground. “I figured I’d join you.”
She dragged her hands across your bare skin with a taunting slowness before letting them drop to her side and slipping under the showerhead with a tilted, teasing grin. You followed her in under a trance.
Her golden hair darkened a shade as she tipped her head back under the water, exposing the flexed curve of her neck.When you shuffled in around her, she latched her hand onto your hips, ?"her slick fingers firmly pressing pink marks on your skin. Her lips found a spot just below your ear following the stroke of your jawline. Sucking gently at your skin, her mouth followed the water droplets sloping down your breasts until she reached your stomach.
Water droplets clung to her eyelashes, leaving a thin, smudged ring of mascara around her eyes as she looked up at you, simultaneously getting on her knees without breaking eye contact. “What made you so needy all the sudden?”
She only pursed her lips at your slight teasing. Her only reaction was the tightening of her grip as she traced circles along your hip bones with her thumbs. Lifting her fingers to her mouth, she dragged two fingers down her tongue. Without warning, she pressed them harshly to your clit causing your body to curl up towards JJ’s with a shocked gasp.
Her silent, nonchalant act broke only moments before she lowered her mouth to your cunt. You felt her lips curl into a smirk against your slit, her soft, warm exhale making you shiver slightly. Slipping her tongue inside you, she dragged her fingernails down your thighs, leaving angry little red lines.
Her tongue languidly circled your clit with ease that contrasted her lust-filled stare and desperate touch. Quickly unable to focus on staying balanced on the slick shower floor, your hands gravitated to the crook of JJ’s shoulders.
As her mouth expertly delved into your cunt, her hands groped at the flesh of your ass in an attempt to pull you in closer. Her tongue swiping along your g-spot with every tug. Without coming up for a breath, she tapped your thigh, guiding your leg cautiously over her shoulder. JJ reveled in being able to feel your thighs shake against her body as she dragged you to the edge of an orgasm. She pressed her tongue flat against your clit as you came. Tilting her head back, she smeared your slick from her chin with a grin, staring up at you as she sucked her fingers clean.
As feeling sank back down through your body, you looked down at the sensation of JJ’s hair lightly brushing against your lower stomach. She was suddenly back between your legs with the same vigor. A slew of incoherent curses and mumbling spilled from your lips as she brushed against your already sensitive pussy. The second her lips wrapped around your clit, you already felt close and still worked up from your last orgasm. You bit down on your lip as a painful pleasure washed over you, almost too overstimulated to think straight. JJ was talentedly and dangerously quick with it too, having you with your head dropped back against the wall with a guttural moan within a few minutes.Eating you out with the passion of a decade-long starved woman, she nudged you to a second climax, her nose brushing against your clit as you did.
As the post-haze of your second orgasm walked over you, the water streaming over your heads turned cold, and you shakily moved to step out onto the rug with the help of JJ’s extended hand. Your girlfriend rang her hair out and loosely wrapped a towel around her body before stepping off the bathroom tiles into the entryway of your bedroom. She turned around to look at you expectantly and only smiled while running her tongue across her lip at your confused expression.
She reached out for you warmly and gently, a mere distraction, you realized, as you ended up pinned against the door frame under the weight of her strength. “I believe we agreed on 5 more at the gym earlier, hm? Looks like you’re making it up to me here, so I believe that's... three more orgasms you owe me?”
“Fuck,” JJ tilted her head into yours with a devilish grin as your seeming meaningless conversation about reps this morning flashed through your mind.
Twisting her three held-up fingers toward you, she curled them down toward her palm teasingly before clumsily dragging you by the waist toward the mattress with a laugh.