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Category:
1 through F › Criminal Minds
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,807
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Adorable
The whole thing would be almost adorable if it wasn't so goddamn frustrating.
Emily had told her that this was just asking for trouble, but JJ had insisted, and now here she is with her bare ass up in the air, her face between Emily's writhing, knocking legs (which seem to be laughing at her, or maybe she's just being paranoid -- the BAU will do that to a girl), unable to get decently fucked if her life depended on it.
It wasn't for any lack of trying, though. Reid nearly came in his pants when JJ gave him what amounted to an engraved invitation (the Polaroid was maybe less classy, but it got the job done), and he's up to his balls in her now, which is pretty fantastic in and of itself, she has to admit (who knew he was packing nine inches?) -- but it would be a hell of a lot better if he would fucking move.
But no.
The only moving he's doing is craning his neck over her shoulder to watch her work on Emily. And while JJ can't entirely blame him - Emily's still got her bra on, and it's that pointless red thing that covers nothing, and she's all spread out and wet and delicious-looking, moving her hips like that and making this noise that's somewhere between a giggle and a moan - she still thinks some friction might be nice. He does have nine inches; he could spare three or four to give her g-spot a little nudge. Instead, she just feels him getting harder and harder and harder inside of her, which, while fascinating, is making it worse.
So JJ makes an exasperated sound - it would be a sigh if her tongue wasn't so busy - and wriggles her hips backward, and she feels him suddenly snap back to life, like he was in some sort of dyke-induced trance and is just now remembering his cock exists.
Oh! he says.
Oh? JJ rolls her eyes against the inside of Emily's thigh, tickling her with her lashes and making her twitch, and thinks this isn't as good for the old self-esteem as she'd imagined.
She forgets all of her irritation pretty quickly, though, when Reid starts to fuck her deep and hard and long and slow, and her eyes roll in an entirely different fashion when he adds his fingers to the mix, and God, nevermind all of that frustration business -- this right here is just nine solid inches of adorable.
Emily had told her that this was just asking for trouble, but JJ had insisted, and now here she is with her bare ass up in the air, her face between Emily's writhing, knocking legs (which seem to be laughing at her, or maybe she's just being paranoid -- the BAU will do that to a girl), unable to get decently fucked if her life depended on it.
It wasn't for any lack of trying, though. Reid nearly came in his pants when JJ gave him what amounted to an engraved invitation (the Polaroid was maybe less classy, but it got the job done), and he's up to his balls in her now, which is pretty fantastic in and of itself, she has to admit (who knew he was packing nine inches?) -- but it would be a hell of a lot better if he would fucking move.
But no.
The only moving he's doing is craning his neck over her shoulder to watch her work on Emily. And while JJ can't entirely blame him - Emily's still got her bra on, and it's that pointless red thing that covers nothing, and she's all spread out and wet and delicious-looking, moving her hips like that and making this noise that's somewhere between a giggle and a moan - she still thinks some friction might be nice. He does have nine inches; he could spare three or four to give her g-spot a little nudge. Instead, she just feels him getting harder and harder and harder inside of her, which, while fascinating, is making it worse.
So JJ makes an exasperated sound - it would be a sigh if her tongue wasn't so busy - and wriggles her hips backward, and she feels him suddenly snap back to life, like he was in some sort of dyke-induced trance and is just now remembering his cock exists.
Oh! he says.
Oh? JJ rolls her eyes against the inside of Emily's thigh, tickling her with her lashes and making her twitch, and thinks this isn't as good for the old self-esteem as she'd imagined.
She forgets all of her irritation pretty quickly, though, when Reid starts to fuck her deep and hard and long and slow, and her eyes roll in an entirely different fashion when he adds his fingers to the mix, and God, nevermind all of that frustration business -- this right here is just nine solid inches of adorable.