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spencerslut · 4 months
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Sleepless Nights
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Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid
Description: Spencer is awake late at night while you're peacefully asleep. That's when he's reminded about a few little agreements you've had.
Content/Warnings: Course language, brief masturbation (m), consensual somnophilia, fingering (f rec), unprotected sex, creampie.
Word Count: 1.3K
Kinktober Day Seventeen: Somnophilia
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Spencer spent his time at work more often than not, which you understood how important his job was to him. You’d known the inside and out of the job and all the darkness hidden within it, so you always gave an overwhelming amount of love and support. There was a lot of patience and trust placed within one another, your husband knowing that you were always going to be there for him and that he should show he would always be there for you as well. You never expected anything big out of him after cases, just willing to hold him and let him cry into your shoulder if the cases were overwhelming for him. 
It had been three days since Spencer was home from one of his cases, the both of you laying in bed alongside one another as the both of you were looking forward to a good night's sleep. Spencer wasn’t getting much of it though, his head against his pillow while your soft breaths from peaceful sleep filled the room. With an arm behind his head, the male sighed in frustration. Insomnia hit him hard on nights like this one, when you fell asleep first and couldn’t exactly hold him due to you being dead to the world. 
He had contemplated reading, however he knew the light would wake you up and irritate you. He definitely didn’t need a cranky version of you being angry at him for the remainder of the night and even the next day. So, he reverted back to his usual ways of making himself tired. His hands were slowly pulling his half-hard cock out of his boxers as he let his eyes flutter shut. Thankfully for eidetic memory, he could practically watch any past sexual encounter with you in his head like a dirty movie. Right now, he had a specific night in mind. 
You’d been desperate and he was asleep, due to a previous talk of boundaries and consent for certain actions, you decided to try something new. He could remember his eyes slowly blinking open and being met with your face twisted with ecstasy, hands resting against his chest as your desperate and leaking cunt was embracing his cock while your hips were feverishly rutting against his. It showed how much you needed him, even getting to the point where you fucked him as he slept just to not disturb his sleep.
Just the mere thought of your tits in clear view of his gaze had Spencer letting out a low groan. He was fully erect now, his hand fisting at his cock as he let his mind continue replaying the same moments that so graciously flooded his brain. He’d continued with his movements before glancing over at you, the moonlight seeping in from the drapes shining against your sleeping silhouette. It gave him an idea, one that sent another rush of blood to his cock as he was slowing his movements with his hand. Gently tugging the duvet and sheets back, he was looking over your body.
You were wearing a silk lilac nightgown, one of his favorites. It was like you did this on purpose, as if you knew your husband would have an insomnia spell. With his hand coming up to his mouth, he was popping two of his fingers into his mouth as he was scooting towards you more. His free hand was sliding under the tempting nightgown, his hand slowly tugging down your panties as he kept his gaze on you. He wanted to see how long he could drag this out without waking you. After getting the cloth barrier out of his way, Spencer was using one of the slick fingers to slowly push into your cunt. The touch had your sleeping form let out a breath, the long digit being welcomed as your walls were squeezing around it. 
He slowly thrusted his finger, a soft groan leaving his lips as you were responding well, probably having your dream taking a sharp turn as he was fucking you with his pointer finger. Your arousal was starting to coat his finger, the male smirking as he gently pushed in a second finger, a moan now falling out of your lips as you were shifting in place. The way your sleeping face twisted in ecstasy had your husband grinning as he pressed a few kisses along your shoulder. As his fingertips were brushing against the spongy button deep inside of you,your body was reacting accordingly as your thighs clenched around his hand, still assuming this was a dream as you were rocking your hips against his fingers. 
“Poor desperate girl..” Spencer whispered while continuing to prod your needy cunt with the two long digits. Whenever he’d had enough waiting though, he’d carefully pulled his fingers out of your hole before bringing them up to his lips to clean your essence off of them.
There were desperate whines escaping your lips at the feeling of emptiness, your hips attempting to rock back. “Shh, I know.” Spencer murmured in your ear, one hand gently lifting one of your legs, his free hand helping adjust his cock at your leaking hole that was clenching around nothing. As the thick tip of his throbbing cock was slowly pushing into your warmth, you were letting out a breathy moan in your sleeping state, hand instinctively reaching back to grip at the back of your husband’s head as you were both still in the spooning position. 
As your pussy swallowed his cock whole, he was letting his lips press a few kisses against your neck as he was slowly letting his hips rut into yours. Now it only took a few good strokes before you were blinking awake, hand lightly pulling at the curls that you had a handful of. “Good morning to you too.” You whispered, drowsiness in your voice as you were moving to rock your hips back against his.
“Couldn’t sleep.” He murmured against your skin, hand moving to squeeze your hip. “Was jerking off and then i remembered that your sweet pussy would be waiting for me.” He lightly bit down on the flesh of your neck that made a moan fall from your parted lips. “Mm, I’m not complaining. I love being stuffed with your cock.” The filthy words leaving your lips had your husband groaning, head lifting. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” He spoke through pants and whines, his thrusts speeding up as his hand was wrapping around your body, large hand taking one of your tits into his hand before giving a rough squeeze. 
As the rhythmic sound of your skin smacking against one another filled the room along with your combined sounds of pleasure, it hadn’t been long until you could feel Spencer’s hand trail between your legs, finger finding your clit with ease as he massaged the desperate bud. He was close and you were too.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You spoke through moans, his hips thrusting snapping harder into yours as he nodded. “M-me too.” He’d stated the obvious, working to bring you to orgasm first. The feeling of your walls tightly clenching around him was enough to make his cock twitch inside of you before painting your inner walls with ribbons of his cum, hips slowly coming to a stop. 
After he was pulling out of you, he couldn’t help but lift the sheets to look at your cunt, which had been stuffed with his cum to the point where it was leaking down your thighs. “We should get you cleaned up. Plus you have to pee.” He panted, moving to rub your hip while tugging back the sheets for you to get up. “I’m going to take a shower, care to join me?” You’d asked, legs wobbling slightly as you stood from your shared bed. 
You didn’t have to ask him twice, the male sliding out of bed before he was heading over to pick you up with a smile. “Not too long though,” He began, a yawn now falling from his lips.
“I’m ready to pass out.”
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spencerslut · 5 months
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Spring Showers
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Pairing: Wife!Reader x Husband!Spencer Reid
Description: In an attempt to scare you, your husband pulls back the shower curtain while you’re not expecting him and sees a sight for sore eyes
Content/Warnings: Failed attempt at a prank, masturbation (f), shower sex, oral (f rec), unprotected sex
Word Count: 1.2K
Kinktober Day Twenty Four: Shower Sex
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Spencer was thrilled to be able to come home at a reasonable time when you were awake. The case he spent the past three days on had a happy ending, which he was so grateful for. Now he was just ready to get home to you and spend the rest of your evening together. 
He had gotten home half past six, walking into the house that was too quiet. You must’ve been cleaning or napping. As he placed his satchel down and walked deeper into the apartment, he heard the soft sounds of music coming from the direction of your shared bedroom. That’s when he realized you were in the shower. 
With a devious smile, he was gently getting his shoes off before approaching the bedroom door. His plan was to give you a good scare and have a laugh about it afterwards. As his mismatched sock-clad feet were shuffling through the house, he was slowly opening the bathroom door. The pop playlist you had on was echoing through the bathroom, so loud he couldn’t hear you in the shower whenever you had two fingers pushed deep into your soaked pussy. You’d been feeling desperate for the past few days and with Spencer away on a case, you didn’t want to bother your exhausted husband.
These past few days have been torture, unable to make yourself cum because your own fingers or your toys just couldn’t cut it. You’d had enough of feeling uncomfortably turned on, so while the sounds of Taylor Swift were filling your ears, you were leaning against the cool tile wall of the shower as you tried to bring yourself to orgasm, only having a few huffs and whines of desperation. 
Spencer was only raising an eyebrow as he’d heard a soft whine, his hand gently gripping the curtain before tugging it open. However the sudden burst of light had your eyes shooting open, your hand quickly gripping a shampoo bottle as your husband caught you by surprise. By the time you realized it was him though, you were only huffing. “Spencer! You scared the hell out of me!” You scolded, watching as the male offered a smile. “I wanted to give a good greeting but man, I think you beat me.” He teased. 
“I’m glad you liked the show but I give up.” You huffed, the sexual frustration affecting your mood. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m home then, huh? I don’t wanna brag but we both know that I am good at making you cum.” You were letting your eyes widen as the fully clothed man was stepping into the shower. “Your clothes!” You couldn’t help but laugh, watching the outfit darken as he was soaking himself. “I didn’t wanna take too long!” He admitted while laughing as he was dropping down to his knees in front of you. 
You were watching your husband sink to his knees, the hot water making his hair stick to his forehead as he was lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. Your hand was threading through the wet curls, slicking them back so they weren’t in his way. His tongue had licked a fat stripe over your slit as he relished in the way you let your head fall back.
“I’ve missed you.” You breathed as his tongue licked up your slit before letting it lap over your clit a few times. “I’ve missed you.” He spoke, voice practically muffled between your legs as he was taking your clit into his mouth while sucking lightly while he was running one hand up your body, his hand resting on your right breast before he was squeezing it, rolling your hardened nipple between his fingers. This was the best welcome home he had ever received, he had to admit it.
As he was eating like you were his last meal, his tongue was lapping up every ounce of arousal oozing from your cunt as his nose was bumping against your clit in the process. You were in heaven, not getting this pleasure since a few days before he left on the case he had just arrived home from. The bathroom was filled with whatever music was in your rotation coupled with the moans and cries you were letting spill from your mouth. 
You’d been waiting days for this, so it was no surprise you were inpatient. Your hand was gently tugging his hair back, much to his dismay as he whined from being pulled away from your sweetness. “I need you so bad. Please, you can eat me out for hours later if you want to but I just..” He didn’t need another word as he was quickly pushing himself to stand and letting his mouth smash against yours. 
You could taste yourself faintly on his tongue, heightening onto the arousal pooling in your belly as you let your hands work on unbuttoning Spencer’s shirt as he was letting his hands work on his pants in order to get them off as well. When the sopping wet clothes were tossed in the bottom of the shower, you were keeping him steady as he quickly got his socks off as well. 
The minute his hands were under your thighs, you were jumping into his arms as your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. His hand was gripping at his cock that was standing at attention by this point, the thick head pushing into your weeping pussy as you connected your lips, both of your moans mixing within each other’s mouths. 
After days of being desperate and giving up, you were whining into his mouth as his hips were thrusting slowly, cock giving your cunt a delicious stretch that you’d been desperately craving. You relished in feeling every ridge and vein, as if you would forget after the fact and you needed to savor it while you were graced with it. Spencer’s head had dipped to your neck, his lips pressing kisses against your skin as he let out a soft groan. “I’ve missed you so much.” His breath was hot against your flesh as he let his teeth playfully nip at your skin, eliciting a little yelp. 
As his cock made an assault on your pussy, your fingers were tangling in his hair as you cried from please, hands roughly pulling at his hair as he was pistoning into the spongy spot where you needed him most. “Right there!” You gasped out, urging him to speed up with his thrusts as your body was bouncing just a bit with each thrust.
Your hands fell to his shoulders as your walls were spasming around his shaft, clenching around him as your greedy pussy tried taking more of him even though it wasn’t possible. You didn’t have much of a chance to warn him as you could feel the familiar warmth spreading through your body, however judging by his cock twitching inside of you, he was close too.
After a few sloppy pumps, it wasn’t long until you were tightly gripping onto one another as you both were hitting your peaks, his cum filling your desperate cunt and making your body shiver as you could feel the combined arousal dripping down your thighs.
“Best welcome home ever.’ Spencer laughed, attaching his lips to yours.
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spencerslut · 6 months
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Silencing Spencer Reid
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Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid
Description: Spencer likes how you listen to him ramble about things that interest him. He also likes your method of telling him to shut up.
Content/Warnings: Reader is a little mean because she has a headache, Spencer ramblings, oral (f receiving), face sitting (duh), degradation, pet names (pretty boy)
Word Count: 1.1K
Kinktober Day Eleven: Facesitting
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You liked listening to Spencer talk, something about his voice being calming to listen to. Listening to him ramble was like heaven, watching him get excited to tell you every bit of information that plagued his brain on one specific subject. Spencer was honestly grateful, liking the way you actually showed care to what he had to say and telling him your own thoughts. However there was another side of you that he liked.
“Spencer, honey, can you please just give me five minutes? I have a really bad headache.” you spoke as you were walking through your shared apartment, your boyfriend following behind you like a little puppy. “But you haven’t even heard the best part about this episode! I mean, you have no idea how crazy it is when he-” Spencer was cut off by the palm of your hand pressed against his mouth.  “I love you so much but you need to just.. Fuck, go sit on the couch for a minute.” You snapped. You knew you’d feel awful about it later but right now you were just frustrated. 
Spencer wasn’t negatively affected, instead a rush of blood rushing down to his cock. He was getting under your skin, just what he was intending on doing. All he needed now though was you to shut him up, to put him in his place. He’d been sexually frustrated all day and he wanted nothing more than to have your soaked cunt on his face, making a mess of his jaw while you used his tongue to get yourself off. The thought of your slick arousal on his tongue was enough to make him drool.
“But baby, don’t you wanna hear about my theories? I mean the show is so interesting and you know I’m passionate about this character.” He was rambling now, only blushing as you shot him a warning look, one that he was used to from the amount of times he attempted to test you. He knew the punishment would be severe but he didn’t care, he needed to taste your essence sooner rather than later. “Come on..” 
Whenever Spencer wasn’t getting the hint though, you were frowning. Now if your head wasn’t pounding, you would’ve realized what he was doing. Right now though, he looked like a brat who couldn’t seem to follow your damn directions. “Go lay down. Now.” You murmured, the male perking up at getting just what he wanted before scrambling off to the bedroom. You were joining him a few minutes later, already pulling your pants down your legs along with your panties. “Don’t get any ideas, brats don’t deserve to be touched or cum. You are servicing me tonight. That’s it.” The harshness of your voice had a whimper rip from his throat, his head nodding slowly. 
Contrary to most men, Spencer could spend hours lapping at your cunt. He enjoyed making you feel good, your fingers tangling in his hair while shoving his face deeper into your warmth. He could cum just from that alone. “I’m gonna sit on your face tonight. Got it, pretty boy?” Just from the look on his face, you could tell that he was eager to flick his tongue into your sweetness, having you rock your hips against his face solely to pleasure yourself. “Yes!” He was desperate, head lifting as his eyes were fixated on your bare lower half.
After getting your shirt off and throwing it on the ground along with the small pile of your other clothes. “You know, Spencer.. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you wanted this.” You spoke in a low tone while facing him with a frown, body climbing onto the bed as you were crawling to get situated. With your knees on either side of Spencer’s face, you were glancing down at your boyfriend who had his usual doe eyes that were clouded over with arousal. “You need to listen better, you know. You shouldn’t upset me on purpose.”
Spencer didn’t have time to respond whenever he was face to face with your wet pussy, his hands coming up to hold your hips before gently tugging your lower half onto his mouth. 
His tongue was darting out to flick over your throbbing clit, your fingers tangling into his messy curls while you let your head fall forward with a soft breath. “Fuck, put that mouth to good use.” You spoke, the sinful sounds of suckling filling the room whenever he got the chance to take your bud into his mouth. When he’d pulled off with a pop sound filling the room, he didn't waste time to drag his tongue through your slit, giving himself a taste of what he was so desperate for. “Pretty boy, don’t keep me waiting.” You spoke, which he didn’t need a warning before his tongue was breaching your leaking sex. 
Pistoning his tongue into your sweet cunt, he relished in the feeling of your velvety walls constricting his tongue from the surprise of him getting right to work. He drank every ounce of arousal you gave him, eyes fluttering shut as his moans were muffling against your pussy. His hands were assisting you as you were rocking against the warm muscle working its magic, leaving you desperate for so much more. “Mmm, is this what you wanted? Me to ride that pretty face of yours? You could’ve asked, baby. You didn’t have to get under my skin and get yourself in trouble.” You tsked while glancing down at the fucked out face of your boyfriend underneath you. 
His vigor was making that familiar warmth in your stomach grow, knowing that you were close. Spencer had known your body by now, so as he knew you were close, he was focusing on your clit once more, sucking harshly as he had you letting out curses and sharp gasps as you were desperately rocking your hips against your partner’s face. “I’m gonna cum.” You whispered while both hands were roughly gripping his messy hair.
With a soft cry, it wasn’t long until your creamy arousal was flowing into his mouth, Spencer was eagerly licking up the sweetness as he was letting his head tilt back against the pillow with a deep groan. “Good job, pretty boy.” Your cooing caused a sheepish smile to spread across his face as he blushed.
“Go take a shower.” You hum, crawling off of his face while Spencer was pushing himself to sit up. His eyes were glossed over, his mouth and chin soaked, and his hair was all over the place from her fingers gripping and pulling it. “You look so pretty.” You cooed while making his blush deepen, drunk off of your pussy as he was slowly pushing himself to stand. “Can I please touch myself?” His voice was whiny, filled with need as he stared at you. 
“Nope. I told you, pretty boy, this is a punishment.”
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spencerslut · 6 months
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What about spencer with a reader who is normally so independent and does everything for herself but she’s so soft for spencer and lets him dote on her and take care of her and the team is like :o bc they can’t believe she is letting someone do things for her
"I'm not a tyrant," Spencer's voice is inexhaustibly patient, and his fingers are slightly awkward as he holds them around his phone, angling it awkwardly so that you can see his upper half on face-time while he sits at his desk, "I just want you to take your medicine so that you can get better."
"I am better," You insist, your voice a far cry from its usual drawl. It's more ragged and weak, and you definitely have a stuffy nose, which indicates how untruthful your words are. Everyone knows it, most of the bullpen can hear your insistent griping, and they're beginning to feel bad for Spencer. They can't imagine how he'd gotten you to stay home today, but they're shooting each other knowing grins each time you push back against his gentle insistence.
"No, angel, you're not." Spencer croons, "You're on the mend, but you're not recovered yet. And you'll get worse if you don't take your meds. I put them on the nightstand for you, and some water. All you have to do is take them, and go back to sleep."
"I don't want to sleep!" You insist, and it's a whine- a whine! Emily's mouth splits in an incredulous grin, and a laugh threatens to tremble Derek's broad shoulders at how juvenile your attempts at protest have become. They're used to your biting words, your forceful demeanor, your inability to surrender any control, but Spencer's got you tucked into the covers begging for a kiss on the forehead.
"I've been sleeping all day, and I slept all day yesterday, and the day before that. I'm tired of sleeping. Just let me fill out some paperwork! Anything, Spence, please."
He chews on the inside of his cheek, ignoring the way that JJ giggles suspiciously with Penelope, who's leaning against the side of her desk, drawn out of her office for the spectacle.
"You can read," He relents, "And you can watch tv but only if you do it on your computer with the night light setting turned on," He narrows his eyes, taking on your rather rough persona to ensure that his orders are obeyed, "Promise?"
"Promise," You rasp, and the team can hear the smile in your voice, "Thanks, Spencer."
"Use the night light setting," He warns instead of accepting your thanks, "I'll check later to see if it's turned on!"
"Okay!" You laugh, and Spencer winces lightly as the sound morphs into a thick cough, "Okay, I'll- ah, I'll see you later, baby."
"See you later," He concedes with a fond smile, waving in addition to his verbal goodbyes, "Love you."
"Love you too," You promise, then end the call. Spencer feels the weight of everyone else's stares on him as he sets his seldom-used phone down and resumes working, refusing to acknowledge them unless they prod at him first.
"Good job, Spence," JJ congratulates, "I didn't think she'd ever take a sick day."
"I know," Emily gushes with bright eyes and a wild smile, "If I tried to tuck her in she'd probably bite me."
"Well, that's 'cause you don't have Pretty Boy's charm," Derek cracks, though the smile that he flashes Prentiss is reassurance that he's teasing Spencer more than he's teasing her, "Congrats on wearing the pants today, Reid. Enjoy it while it lasts, 'cause as soon as she's out of bed, she's taking the wheel again."
Spencer takes great pleasure in levelling Derek with a meaningful, "Shut up," because he's more than happy to be your passenger princess any day.
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spencerslut · 6 months
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Pretty in Pink - Blurb
Summary: Spencer gets a wardrobe change after being a brat in the office
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Warnings: 18+, degradation, slapping, sub!spencer wearing panties, handjob, edging, public sex, mommy kink
Word Count: 828
A/N: I just can't get enough of Spencer in panties. Like I seriously can't get enough, here's part 2!
Before the elevator doors opened you gave Spencer very explicit instructions. “Listen to me, baby. I have a lot of paperwork to do so I need you to be good today and leave me to do my work. Can you do that for me?”
He nodded yes, sipping on the sugary coffee you made him that morning. Smiling, you smoothed out a wrinkle in his cardigan. “That’s my sweet boy. Keep being good and I might have a reward for you tonight”
He perked up at that. “I’ll be so good. I promise”
It took Spencer less than 30 minutes to break his promise. He had finished his paperwork at lightning speed, getting through his stack of files before you were even halfway through one expense report. But the boredom set in immediately.
He tried to be good but nothing seemed to be able to distract him. He spun around in his chair, played chess against himself, made three cups of coffee (none as good as yours) but his eyes kept wandering over to you. You shot him a pointed look every time you caught him staring, not able to work with his eyes on you. He knew better than to ask if you needed help, knowing that you would send him away with a glare but surely he could sneak a few files off your desk. He was a magician after all.
And it almost worked. He had four files stashed in his cardigan when you cleared your throat. “Spencer Walter Reid. Put those files back where they were before I make you.”
He had never run faster in his life, scrambling to return the papers to their original spot and string together an apology. “I’m sorry. I just - I wanted to help”
“Oh really?” You took hold of his arm and dragged him down the hall and into an empty file room, thankful that Derek and Emily were too preoccupied with playing a prank on Anderson to witness this. “You know what I think? I think that you’re so desperate to get fucked that you’ll do absolutely anything, even something as stupid as trying to steal my files right in front of me. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?”
“No! I-I thought - I don’t know -” he stammered wildly, swallowing hard when the door swung shut behind you.
“That’s the problem, baby. You’ve got too much going on in that pretty little head of yours. You can’t even follow simple directions. But don’t worry, I know exactly what to do.” You took a step towards him, smiling wickedly. “I’m gonna fuck you dumb. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Spencer sucked in a sharp breath, automatically nodding in agreement. He loved it when you got like this - anger settling into a calm façade. You hadn’t even touched him and he was already close. You gestured to his pants. “Take these off”
He pushed his pants and underwear down without hesitation and you tugged them all the way off, pushing him onto a vacant desk. He gasped softly at the cold wooden surface and tried not to think of its bacterial content. Not that he could think of anything when you wrapped a hand around his cock. You stroked him slowly, running the pad of your thumb over his aching tip until he was a whimpering mess. “Mommy, please. I’m going to -”
You pulled away sharply and his pleading dissolved into a whine. His hips thrusted forward of their own accord and you took a step back to watch him, frustrated and needy. You snapped him out of the haze brought on by his denied release by trailing your hands up and under your skirt, hooking your fingers into your panties and sliding them off. Spencer couldn’t conceal his excitement, beaming up at you in anticipation. Sometimes being a brat paid off.
However, much to his chagrin, you made no move to join him on the desk. Instead, you bent down slightly and pulled the panties up his legs, signaling him to lift his hips with an impatient look and stretching them into place. They were light pink and trimmed with lace, constraining his cock in the most delightfully excruciating manner. He shifted about in search of a comfortable position but he only made it worse, centering the dampness of your arousal along the underside of his length and stimulating the sensitive flesh. You shuffled away, fixing your hair and adjusting your skirt back into place. “Look how pretty you are”
He could see but he could barely comprehend. All he seemed to be able to do was beg. “Please, don’t leave me like this. I’ll do anything, Mommy. I’ll be good forever, I swear”
Your response was immediate, giving his cock a swift slap over the thin fabric and eliciting a surprised yelp. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep” you hissed. “Now get dressed. You don’t even want to know what I’m gonna do to you tonight”
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spencerslut · 6 months
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ok so imagine that u and virgin!baby boy Reid are roommates (you share an apartment and ur rooms are right next to eachother) and he can always hear u moan every night that you play with yourself, but he feels to guilty to do anything about his little ‘problem’. and suddenly one night he’s like super horny and jerks off, not knowing that you’re awake and can hear everything. you try to drown him out until you hear him moan your name, so you go to his room and slowly open the door so he doesn’t hear you and when he feels you on the bed he’s super apologetic but you’re like “it’s okay baby boy😏” and he’s like “please mommy let me make you feel good🥺” and even though its his first time hes so good and when you let him fuck you hes so whiny and needy 😩😩😩😩
We Shouldn't
Warnings: loss of virginity, masturbating, handjob, oral sex (male receiving), perv!spence, sub!spence, mommy kink, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie
Word Count: 1444
A/N: I embellished a bit - apologies
Spencer made life or death decisions nearly every day. He had to carefully craft his words when talking down unsubs and be able to assess dangerous situations in seconds to decide whether or not to shoot someone but now, when faced with a relatively simple choice, he was completely stumped. He had been rooted to the spot for nearly 20 minutes, unable to process the sight before him.
In his defense, Spencer had very little experience with women’s underwear and certainly no experience with something like the lacy little number you had left in the dryer. At this point, he had spent so much time staring at you that he knew without a doubt that they were yours. He also knew that he most definitely should not be picking them up right now or putting them in his pocket or running out of the laundry room and back to his apartment without putting his clothes to dry. And he most definitely should not be stashing your panties in his bedside table. But, alas, should not is not the same as did not.
For example, he should not watch you from his window when you went off on your morning run clad in running shorts and a tank top. He also should not linger behind you in the stairwell, eyes glued to your ass as you bounded up the stairs. And he certainly should not listen to you get yourself off at night but he did, even going as far as to take down his framed map and press his ear up against the wall. Spencer’s only saving grace was that thus far he had managed not to touch himself thinking of you, the overwhelming guilt forcing him to take a cold shower instead. But tonight was different. Tonight the panties in his bedside table were beckoning him as he ate leftover takeout, calling his name as leafed through books he’d already memorized, burning a hole through the wooden drawer as he slipped under the covers and listened for you on the other side of the wall.
There’s no harm in just holding them, he reasoned. The next thing he knew the panties were out of the drawer and in his hand and his pants had somehow slipped to mid-thigh in the process. This could be fine. I’ll find a way to give them back tomorrow and no one will know.
And maybe, just maybe, if Spencer was a man of more restraint he would’ve gotten away with it but he was not. He could hear you getting ready for bed, singing quietly to yourself. It was oddly intoxicating to know that you were going about your business, completely unaware of him and convinced that you were operating within the privacy of your own home.
Except you weren’t ignorant of your next door neighbor. Thin walls worked both ways and you could hear his soft moans reverberating into your own bedroom. You sang a little louder to drown him out, guilt eclipsing your excitement. You had often wondered about the young doctor next door - always coming and going at odd hours, never meeting your eyes or bringing anyone back to his for the night. He was so nervous around you, it made you wonder if he’d ever been with a woman but you shook the thought from your head. I should not be thinking about my neighbor’s sex life or lack thereof.
Just as you resolved to go in the kitchen and leave him in peace you heard it. It was unmistakable. You stilled listening intently, half-convinced your imagination was playing tricks on you as it often did. But there it was again clear as day. “Fuck, Y/N”
You were an overthinker, always going over your options rationally and hardly ever comfortable with making spur of the moment decisions. But you were out of your apartment in seconds, using the spare key he had nervously entrusted you with weeks ago to slip into his place. A little voice in your head tried in vain to talk sense into you. You should not be breaking into an FBI agent’s apartment.
If only should not was the same as did not.
He had his back to you and you took the opportunity to perch yourself on the edge of his bed, the shift in the mattress finally alerting him to your presence. He whirled around in alarm and instinctively tried to hide himself and the stolen underwear, already soaked in precum and wrapped around his erection. You tilted your head slightly, trying your best to hide a smirk. “I thought I heard you calling for me”
“I-no-I can explain,” he flushed a deep scarlet, his futile attempts to conceal his predicament were only making it worse and there was no way he could come up with a plausible explanation with your eyes on him. The panic rising in his chest swelled - the feeling that he had ruined everything starting to trigger an overwhelming urge to cry. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry”
You softened your gaze, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his thigh. “It’s ok, baby boy”
Just then, something changed. A switch flipped, a light came on, a natural dynamic fell into place. Very gently you took his hand, forcing him to uncover himself.
“Wouldn’t you rather the real thing?” With that you trailed his hand up your thigh and to your soaked core, letting him skim his fingers over the wetness between your legs and take in the notable lack of panties.
“I-uh-yes, but-” he stopped for a moment, searching deep within himself for a shred of courage before blurting out the rest. “I’m a virgin”
Much to his surprise, you didn’t even bat an eye, instead, you sunk down on your knees and ran your hands up his thighs. “Well then, we’d better make this extra special”
You replaced his hands, taking hold of his cock over the panties and setting in with a deliberate pace before running your tongue over his balls. You toyed with the soft flesh until you felt his thighs tremble and the whimpers he had been trying to suppress spilled from his lips. Once you were certain he had abandoned any sense of restraint you started to suck on his balls, relentlessly pulling him into your mouth and teasing him with your tongue. At this point he was incomprehensible, any words he might have said being carried away by the sobs working their way up his throat and the tears streaming down his face. Just when you were sure he’d come you retreated, pressing sloppy kisses down his thighs and removing your hands from his cock.
He whined. “Please, Mommy. Let me make you feel good.”
You pushed yourself up and into his lap, taking your shirt off in the process and cradling his face in your hands. “You think you can make Mommy come?”
He nodded into your chest, capturing a nipple into his mouth and instinctively sucking on it. You guided his hands to your waist and you lined yourself up with his tip, slowly sinking down and adjusting to his size. He gripped your waist tightly, willing himself not to come as he watched himself disappear into you. “All right then, let’s see if you can be a good boy.”
Spencer sprang into action, taking hold and bouncing you on his cock as he rutted into you. Simultaneously he continued to latch onto your breasts, littering your chest with marks. You dug your nails into his shoulders, feeling the tide of your release start to sweep you away. “Yes, just like that, baby. You’re being so good for me. So fucking good. My good boy.”
Just before you reached your peak, you threaded a hand in Spencer's hair and pulled him up to look at you. Those big brown eyes stared up at you, pupils dilated and vision hazy with lust. “I want you to come with me, baby. Right now.”
It was like nothing you had ever felt before, pure euphoria coursing through your veins and only amplifying when Spencer flooded you with his warm release. He gave a few more shallow thrusts, whimpering from the overstimulation before the two of you collapsed back onto the bed. You shifted slightly so you could hold him in your arms without separating, brushing his hair back behind his ear as he buried his face into your neck, now overcome with embarrassment over his actions. “I’m sorry, Mommy. I shouldn’t have taken your panties”
You tightened your embrace and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “It’s ok, darling. I’m glad you did.”
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spencerslut · 6 months
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187. spencer reid (18+)
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pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader
summary: you're dealing with a dumb, whiny boy and you are wondering where your boy genius went.
warnings: 18+, sub!spencer & dom!reader, dumbification, whining, whimpering, overstimulation, handjob, orgasm denial, begging..you know the rest ;)
a/n: this is a result of too much ai spencer tiktok edits....wrote in a rush on my phone late at night but that's how fanfiction are meant to be written. enjoy angels <3 requests are open if anyone want to drop by!
“okay spencer, this is an easy one. can you answer it for me baby?" you pause expectantly, and it takes him a while, but spencer only mewls in response, frustrated. "what states are next to louisiana?”
you see spencer’s eyebrows slowly pent up in thought but then he immediately gives up in lieu of letting out another pathetic moan, bucking up uselessly to your fingers. “answer the question baby," you prod sweetly, kissing your words into his cheek.
“i-hnfgg…” he pants breathlessly, eyes shut tight and when they flutter open, they are round with plead. “please, it hurts so bad, please let me cum i—“
you let go of his cock entirely and he whines, trying to shuffle closer so that you would touch him. in response you move away further, smirk at your lips. “be a good boy for me and i will.”
“i am being a good boy for you!” spencer whines, his eyes blown with need and watering, body writhing pathetically against the sheets. his dick is flushed an angry red and you know he’s only several strokes away from coming undone, being so closely attuned to your boy. “i’m being good i—“ his words hitched in his throat as you gently caress only the tip of his cock, teasing.
“the good boy i remember is super smart,” you slide up to him, pressing a leering kiss on his jaw. “the guy has an iq of 187. can you believe that? how rare is that?”
spencer doesn’t answer, his pleas and whines soft and stuck in his throat as he keeps trying to buck up his hips to get more of your touch, but with no avail. “hm? how rare is it spence?”
“i don’t know!” he cries, tears leaking and wetting his pretty lashes. “i—please it hurts so bad, just please let me cum i’ll do anything, please!”
“answer me and i’ll let you cum baby boy,” you say smoothly, removing your hand from him (which elicited a very impatient groan) to spit on your palm before going back again, moving your hand up and down his shaft deliberately slow. you know it drives him crazy, even crazier than he is right now and you soak in the satisfaction of it. “how many people has your kind of genius spence? hm?" you add encouragingly. "get this one right for me and i’ll let you cum baby.”
“i…uhh….” he's slow, and even slower with your hand working and overstimulating his already-sensitive cock. “one out of every hundred million people. 1000 who ever lived,” he finally decides to peel open his eyes again, searching your face for any hint of approval. as a response you flick up your wrist quickly and he nods his head back, an obscene and needy moan coming out of his mouth.
“and the states surrounding louisiana?”
his head snaps back immediately and stares at you in betrayal, like a kid being scammed out of his cookie, completely flustered and debauched. “you said one question!”
“i changed my mind baby,” you soothe, pressing an apology kiss in the corner of his mouth. “the faster you are the faster you get to cum. do you want to cum honey?”
“yes! yes i wanna cum so bad,” he cries, hands coming up to rest lightly at your waist and you can feel the tremble in them. the heavy feeling at the pit of his stomach has been there for at least half an hour now and you’ve just been toying with it, reliving it then bringing the pressure back. now he’s an absolute mess, curly hair sprayed on the pillow and stuck to his forehead, his pretty, delicate face ruined with tear stains, but it just makes him prettier. he’s completely at your mercy, writhing and whimpering and begging you to do something about his looming orgasm and you denying him of it.
“then answer the question baby boy,” you murmur encouragingly in his ear, fingers still teasing him. he’s so sensitive and overstimulated to the point that a single touch can make his entire body jump, so you are careful. too much and he might actually loose it, and you both know this. “you remember it, right spence?” you press, "the question?"
“hnngg,” he whimpers when you start biting on the lobe of his ear, grabbing and squeezing onto the sheets for dear life. “umm…arkansas and… i-i don’t know,” he admits shamefully, then desperately tries to make up for it. “but i got the first one! you said if i get it i could cum. i’ve been such a good boy for you, just this one time, please!” he begs, not in control of what he says anymore and it shows. he’s completely delirious and fucked stupid, and you take pity on him.
“aww, my sweet boy,” you coo sweetly, running your fingers through his messy mop of hair and pulling it away from his face for him. “i’m sorry angel, but if you can’t get it right, you don’t get to cum,” you whisper faux apologetically in his ear. you see when spencer’s eyes widen with horror, and the tears begins to fall freely.
“please,” he begs, his fingers pleadingly reaching out to try to touch you, convince you to change your mind. it’s a foolish and naive attempt, and he knows it too but can’t help taking his chances. he’s desperate for anything. “please, i’ll be so good for you. i’ll be your best boy. i promise. i swear. it hurts so bad y/n please, i cant take it—“
“fine,” you give in, only because you know for a fact that he can't last any longer. really, you're surprised he's managed to make it this long so far; you had already planned his punishment in your mind. your boy deserves his reward.
you speed up your movements and the sounds coming out of his mouth becomes wanton, sobs becomes louder and his whines a pitch higher and he’s strung high like a violin string, ready to snap. “cum for me, pretty boy.”
at your command his body gives out obediently, thick strings of cum spitting out of his cock, painting your hand and his hips, coating at his thighs. he twitches and his thighs tremble weakly as small blurts of cum starts to collect at the tip of his cock and you kiss him during all of it as he cries against your lips. he pants hard, and when you accidentally swipe a finger over him, he whines painfully and inches out the way, sore. when it’s over, he collapses into you, spent.
“thank you,” he says, sounding genuinely grateful, his voice muffled and his face buried in your shoulder. you laugh, fingers smoothing out the mess of his hair, pulling his head back and pressing kisses all over his face. spencer needs the aftercare, especially after being edged on for so long, needs the love and the assurance and the cuddles afterwards. "i love you."
"and i you," you say, smiling when he whines predictably, unsatisfied.
"you gotta say the whole thing," he says, looking mildly upset, lips jutting out and giving you the fattest, most foul and adorable pout, eyes big and searching.
"'m sorry," you weave your fingers with his, and he presses a kiss against your knuckles. "i love you."
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spencerslut · 6 months
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Roped In
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Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid
Description: Spencer is a man on the run, a man who you turned in for countless murders. What happens when he shows up at your new home after you’re placed into WITSEC?
Content/Warnings: Dubcon (I’m just putting this just to be safe), mild gore descriptions, blood, restraints, fingering, oral (f receiving)
Word Count: 2.4K
Kinktober Day Five: Bondage
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You never really pictured yourself running away from everything you’d ever known, to pick up and leave without as much as saying a word. Witness Protection changed that for you. You missed your friends, your coworkers, your family.. Spencer hadn’t ever been a violent person before prison. He was sweet, had a smile on his face and a playful gleam in his eye. After being framed for murder and locked up though, it was like something snapped inside of him.
He’d been faced with horrific sights behind bars, not to mention that after tampering with drugs he was supposed to move behind those cement walls, he actually enjoyed hurting the inmates who had fallen prey to the batch. He could feel a warmth flood through his veins, a blood lust clouding his vision.
He’d lost all his previous morals, the oath that he’d taken going down the drain after the first kill. It was a list of offenders who had gotten out of prison early. People like rapists, child abusers, a lot of it. He’d marked himself as an injustice collector. The only reason he got caught? Because of you. You’d walked into a scene you had no business being in. You were supposed to text him before you made it to his apartment, to let him know you were on the way. Instead, you had the bright fucking idea to walk in when he was wrist deep in some rapists intestines.
He fell off the map after that. He tossed his phone, left town, and left absolutely no trace behind. The problem with Spencer Reid becoming a monster similar to the ones he’d spent over a decade hunting down was that he knew how to get away with it. He knew how to avoid Garcia’s tracking, how to live off the grid with strictly cash and keeping his head down. 
However he had connections. Knowing that you were gone and in WITSEC, he knew he’d spend as much time as he needed to find you. After all, this was your fault. All he wanted to do was get rid of the bad men and women who did unspeakable things to the innocent people of the world. He did the prison system a favor. Overcrowding was too common, so why not let a silent helper take care of the issue? Too bad nobody looked at it logically.
He’d spent months searching for you. He’d gone through so many states, so many cities. It was exhausting. The payoff when he saw you though? Oh, it felt fucking good. You’d been relocated to Tennessee, hidden off in the mountains in hopes of hiding from the man who was on the news nationwide.
You foolishly believed you were safe, under a new name and in a new city, it was hard to track you. Besides, Spencer didn’t have the assistance of Penelope anymore, that would be his main factor in finding you. You were safe. Soon the BAU would find Spencer and this nightmare would be over.
Or you thought that to be the case. 
You were getting ready for a night out with a few new friends you’d made over the past few months, actually quite happy with the relocation. You’d gotten a job as an administrative assistant at a paper company, so you were quite content with an office job. It was actually a blessing, you had a good paying job with benefits.
You hadn’t been paying attention to the news within these past two weeks, every outlet in the nation reporting on the search for the dangerous Spencer Reid. You’d vaguely heard a mention in the office, however you weren’t tuned in to hear about your psychopathic ex boyfriend. 
You’d been upstairs in your bathroom when you heard the sound of your door opening and closing, about to call out to your friends before you were stopping dead in your tracks. “Y/N?! I know you’re home!” The familiar voice boomed through the house, causing you to quickly and quietly push the bathroom door shut before locking it. You couldn’t jump from the second floor window, you’d break something and make it even easier for him to hurt you. You didn’t even have time to think of your options whenever you heard the sound of heavy footsteps. “Are we playing hide and seek?” His voice was getting closer, your body doing its best to camouflage behind the sink, however, you weren’t small enough to hide behind the tiny sink. 
The doorknob turned, your heart in your throat. This was it. He was going to kill you, show the BAU that they didn’t help you in the slightest. It could be a taunt, showing that he’d always find you. “Oh, are you hiding in there?! Y/N, my angel, I’m not gonna hurt you.” His voice was dripping with insincerity, fist angrily hitting against the door. “Don’t make me kick it in.” He said in a simple tone, a frown now on his face. 
There were a few moments of silence, something that gave you a false sense of safety. He gave up. You have lived to fight another day. However, you had to cover your mouth with a shaking hand as tears welled up in your eyes when you could hear some shuffling behind the door. You were paralyzed in fear as you watched the door fall soon after, the door falling off the hinges. 
“This is silly. I can’t believe you made me do that!” He huffed, tossing the screwdriver to the side. He’d come prepared with tools hidden in the trunk of the car he’d swiped. “Now, come here..” He gave a faux pout, approaching your cowered frame. You’d made a snap decision to punch him in the face when he was caught off guard, scrambling out of your hiding place before hurrying out of the bathroom. 
You hadn’t gotten far though, all of the screaming for help being useless whenever you felt one hand gripping your waist tight enough to bruise and a hand smacking against your mouth to muffle your screams. “Shut up!” Spencer snapped, using his arm wrapped around your body to lift you. 
Once you were in your room, he didn't waste time to use the rope he’d thrown on your bed to tie your wrists tightly, making you sit on the bed while he was grabbing your phone. “I already texted your friends. They are so sorry that you aren’t feeling well. Don’t worry too much, honey. We will be gone before anyone gets suspicious.” He cooed and cupped your cheek, causing you to flinch.
“I’ve missed you so much.” He sighed, patting your cheek with his hand while pressing a kiss against your forehead. “Sorry that I tied you up so tight. I didn’t trust you as much as I was willing to earlier after you punched me. That’s a killer right hook, by the way. Surprised you didn’t break my nose.” He chuckled. He was acting like this was normal, two people catching up after being apart for a few years.
“What are you planning here?” You’d asked, finally mustering up the courage to speak. “A-are you gonna kill me?” The next question came out much more shaky than the first. “I’m not gonna kill you. I’m here to talk. I know you’re scared because of what you saw but I promise that it was for a good cause.” He breathed. Yes, brutally murdering and disemboweling a man on his living room floor was okay. “You know what that guy did? He was notoriously breaking into women’s houses and raping them. I think we can both agree that he got what was coming to him.”
“He should’ve gone to prison..”
“Just for him to get released again after a few years? It’s a waste of police resources, not to mention everyone’s time.” 
The part of Spencer that used to share the same sentiment as his girlfriend had died a while ago. “Look, just..” He huffed and brought his hands up to roughly tug at his own hair from frustration. “Trust me. You’re okay.”
You were staring at him, the shock wearing off of seeing the man who you assumed would’ve murdered you with no cares in the world. Now you were just confused. You assumed there would be some sort of revenge plot, a fate of suffering. Instead, you watched as he put his hands against your cheeks. “It’s so good to see you.” He spoke softly while running the rough pad of his thumb over your smooth cheek.
“I thought you left the country for a moment there. I searched everywhere. Then I landed here.. Funnily enough, I was giving up.” He hummed while eventually leaning forward to press a few soft pecks against your lips. 
You wanted nothing more than to back away, to run and get help. Instead, your body gave in while your lips were pressing kisses against his lips in return. He’d reeled you back in all over again with little to no effort. Of course.
As the small kisses were escalating, your lips were sloppily slotting along with his as he took the opportunity to try and show you just how much he missed you. “My pretty girl.” His words were sweet like honey as he was pulling away. “Why don’t you let me show you how much I missed you?” The words made you shudder. “P-please do.” You breathed out, unable to help the blush spreading across your cheeks from his gaze. It was like he was a lion in the savannahs and you were a gazelle, peacefully minding your business while he plans to bounce. Plans to eat you alive..
“I’m keeping the ropes where they are, remember that. You have to prove yourself. No matter how much I adore you.” He stated. He couldn’t make any chances. He’d been to prison once and he wasn’t planning on going back anytime soon. You seemed to understand how things were going to go, willingly going along with his plans of keeping you as his.
“Perfect.” He breathed while moving to press one more kiss to your lips. His hands were tugging you to the edge of the bed while he was reaching for your hips, tugging you to the edge of the bed while offering a grin. “Now, just relax.” He cooed, hands now working on the jeans you were wearing for the night before tugging them down your legs with ease. “You had to pick the tightest pants imaginable, didn’t you?” He asked, an eyebrow raising. “I’m not surprised. Although it’s a good thing that I stopped you from going out in these. Didn’t need any obstacles in my way.” He murmured, hands ripping the panties you had on without any care. 
Before you could complain, Spencer had already dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed. His nose nuzzled against your inner thigh as he pressed a few kisses, biting down on the thick flesh as you let out a surprised yelp. His tongue ran over the fresh teeth marks in your skin before the muscle trailed up your inner thigh, a series of goosebumps spread over your flesh. You wanted nothing more than to take him by the back of the head and push his face into your weeping cunt, however the rope tying your hands together didn’t give you the opportunity.
Thankfully, he’d gotten the hint as he left his tongue lick a stripe up your slick slit, a low groan falling from his lips as he finally got just a little bit of a taste of what he was missing. With his hands gripping your supple thighs, he was letting his tongue flick over your throbbing clit, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. “You taste so good, pretty girl. God, I’ve missed you so much.” He whispered against your slick pussy, making you unsure if he was talking to you or your sex. 
His tongue had given a few more licks to your clit before his tongue was teasingly licking around your slit, his nose positioned to bump against your sensitive nub with each movement. “Spencer..” you huffed from frustration, which didn’t seem to deter him.
You’d gotten antsy, wiggling in place in an effort to urge him onward. 
When he’d had enough of the teasing though, he was letting his tongue devour your pussy. He was drinking up any slick arousal that you were willing to give him, fully intoxicated on your essence as the sinful sounds of his slurping noises were filling the room alongside your moans and begs for more.
His hand was moving up your torso before gently pushing your body to lay back against the mattress. His hands came back down as he was letting one finger replace his tongue, a low chuckle leaving his lips as soon as your walls were tightening around the long digit. “Look at this greedy pussy. Take my finger so well.” He groaned, slipping in a second finger while working on your cunt. He didn’t have enough time tonight to fully fuck you, knowing you both had to hit the road soon in order for him to get the hell out of dodge.
However, he was gonna make this count. As his fingers were pistoning into your soppy cunt, he was curling them deep inside of you, causing his fingertips to brush against the spongy button deep inside of you that made a squeal fall from your lips.
“How would you make it without me? God knows that any other guy isn’t gonna know how to make you cum the way that I do. I bet you’ve been thinking about me ever since you left.” He spoke lowly, continuing to fingerfuck your pussy at a quick pace, your velvety walls closing in around the two digits. Judging by the way they were spasming and the way your body was shaking from euphoria, he knew he had you right where he wanted you. “Gonna cum.” You warned, head thrown back against the pillow while your eyes were screwed shut. 
His efforts weren’t letting up, instead surprising you by adding a third finger into the mix as he continued his assault of your leaking cunt. It only took a few strokes of his fingers before your head was tilting back, mouth wide open as you let out a loud moan. Your cum was decorating his hand now, the slick arousal trailing down his hand to his wrist before he was pulling his fingers out of your used pussy. 
“Alright. I’m gonna pack you a bag and then we will get you cleaned up. We need to get out of here as soon as possible.” 
Now you were along for the ride, unable to escape. Although you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t love it.
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Innocent!Sub!Spencer who's cuddling with you nd watching a movie. All of sudden, an r-rated scene comes on, and whomevers the sub in said scene keeps calling the other person mommy, so now he's hard and he doesn't know why, so he starts grinding up against you nd whines nd whimpers cause it feels so good and he doesn't know why.
holy shit. god fucking damn. yes!!
cw 18+ innocent!sub!spence, mommy kink, thigh riding
spencer had never breached the subject of sex with you. you had been dating for almost a month now, and still not talked about it. you weren’t quite sure why, but you didn’t want to pressure the poor boy into anything he didn’t want.
so when you were cuddling watching a movie and a very.. r-rated scene came on, it was a little uncomfortable to say the least.
“mommy! please touch me…” the man’s desperate voice echoed from the tv speakers. spencer tensed slightly against you, shuffling a little in his seat.
you couldn’t lie that you yourself weren’t even the slightest bit turned on. thoughts of spencer calling you mommy, begging for you flooded your brain as the scene continued.
you sat awkwardly silent for a few seconds, before you felt spencer move slightly, and something hard pressed into you.
spencer started gently squirming, his breathing becoming heavier. you looked over, your eyes widening at his flushed face.
“you okay, spence? we don’t have to watch this movie anymore, i know it’s a bit much..”
“no! i just- something feels… weird…” he whimpered, biting his lip. your heart sped up at the sight. he looked so adorable, his face flushed, his lip bitten and his hips squirming.
oh my god.
spencer was turned on.
“something feels really weird…” he moaned softly, squeezing his thighs together causing him to gasp and moan.
“oh! ah- that feels funny..” he whispered, rocking his hips lightly against your thigh.
your mouth was dropped open, captivated by the sight in front of you.
“spencer.. you’re hard.” you breathed finally, snapping out of your trance.
he blinked confusedly.
“i don’t think ive ever felt this before.. it feels… really good..” he gasped, pressing his hard cock into your thigh and rocking his hips, moaning at the feeling.
“ah! mommy!” he squeaked, squeezing his eyes shut as he continued thrusting gently against you.
“baby…” you breathed softly, unable to move or do anything, just completly captivated by the beautiful sight of your innocent little boy getting off on you.
“mommy- help me, please!” he cried out, rocking his hips with more fevour.
“oh, my baby, my sweet boy! so hard for me, aren’t you!” you cooed, adjusting your thigh slightly so that it was slotted between his slim thighs.
he gasped at the increase in pressure on his poor, aching cock, burying his face in your neck.
you stroked your sweet boys hair as he rutted against your thigh desperately, chasing release.
“somethings… somethings happening, mommy! i feel really- ah!” spencer moaned, his hips speeding up, rubbing against your thigh incessantly.
“your gonna cum baby. d’you wanna come for me?” he pulled his head out of the crook of your neck, and nodded dopily, eyes wide and wanting.
“go on baby, just let go. let mommy take care of you.” his hips began to stutter and his moans became louder as he approached his climax. you rubbed your hand soothingly down his back, “that’s it baby. just let go for mommy.” you whispered. that was all it took for him to be cumming on your leg, warmth soaking though his pants as he rode out his orgasm on your thigh.
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spencerslut · 6 months
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COTTON COTTON, OMG, HOW ABOUT...... ONLY ONE BED, WITH SPENCER (maybe slow burn and subby spence?)
one love, two mouths....
ೃ⁀➷ virgin spencer reid x gn reader
ೃ⁀➷ word count 1.3k+
ೃ⁀➷ a/n: i fucking love this idea!
ೃ⁀➷ warnings: virgin spencer, whiny whimpery spencer, sub spencer (if you squint), blow-jobs, hand-jobs, finger sucking, kinda slow burn i think, (is it a slow burn if its like 1.3k?) [not beta read]
ೃ⁀➷ please reblog & leave a comment with your thoughts 🫶🏻
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spencer was touch starved, he hid it well. but he was starved of comforting safe touches. 
and then you were hired, a new young member of the bau.
everyone took to you fast, living around your orbit, everything about you inviting them in. inviting him in.
and for some inexplicable reason, you wanted to be his friend. you would always visit him at his desk.
you were the only one to remember his birthday.
he was a nervous wreck around you, especially since you were so touchy. and it wasn’t just with him. you gave everyone hugs. except him. you gave him only the lightest of touches. 
why was that? 
he did not know. but he did not blame you for being averted. everyone was. jesus.
he was an adult virgin lusting after you. 
you in your expensive high-end clothes, put together and always well groomed.
a stark comparison to his messy hair and sweater vests. so he stayed clear of you, and you did not go after him, so it was polite nods, and staring at you longingly from a distance.
until one night, one fateful night. 
the bau was in a long mission, it was late, some rooms had to be shared, and spencer and you drew the short straws.
“you and me spence!” you smiled at him, moving your hand as if to clap him on the shoulder, but you seemed to rethink your decision and lowered your arm. 
was he really that repugnant?
he rubbed his chest. it ached.
“you okay spence?”
he could barely manage to nod as he followed you into the room.
there was only one bed.
his inhale was sharp.
“it’s okay spence, we don’t have to share! i can take the couch. i know you don’t like being touched, i don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” your smile was friendly, your voice sweet.
oh. oh.
“is that why…” he trailed off, you just smiled at him, waiting for him to continue, giving him time. he could not bear to look into your eyes, he stared at the ceiling, “is that why you won’t touch me?”
you nodded, “well yeah, morgan told me of how you have a sort of dislike for physical touch.”
“i wouldn’t mind if…” he slammed his mouth shut, blushing furiously, and shaking his head.
“you wouldn’t mind if what? use your words doctor.”
“it’s nothing.”
you took the final steps into his personal space. “i promise i won’t judge.” your voice was soft. you wanted to take him into your arms.
“i would not mind if it was you who touched me!” he blurted out. voice small, his words melting together, you could barely make out what he said.
you smiled, cupping his face. he sighed and leaned into your touch. “how about we get ready for bed, huh spencer?”
you took turns with the shower, he went first. after, he sat in the king-size bed with nervous trepidation, anxious for you to finish.
you walked out of the bathroom wearing tiny shorts and a large band tee. he took you in with hungry eyes. you walked toward him, standing between his open legs, hands cupping his cheek. you drew circles on his skin with your thumbs.
his eyes closed and he hummed in bliss.
“you like this pretty boy?”
“i like you.” he opened his eyes to stare at you, pupils blown so wide you could barely see the color of his iris.
“i like you too sweet boy.”
“really?” he was in awe, was this a dream?
“i promise spence.” you dragged your hands from his cheeks to his head, nails scratching his scalp. he let out a breathy moan.
“do you like that spencer?”
you tightened your fingers on his brown locks and pulled, his jaw slackened and he moaned wantonly.
you grinned, he was very responsive. you wondered what other sounds you could get from him. you leaned down, bending at the waist to meet his lips with yours.
he was new at this, inexperienced. he wanted to please you so bad, but he was awkward. he could feel himself lacking kissing you hurriedly. you smiled and leaned away.
“relax spencer, this is no test. there is absolutely no rush at all, it’s just us okay.”
he felt the coil in in his chest unwind.
he was shivering with unfamiliar pleasure. even your kiss was nothing compared to his dreams.
you slid your hands to his jaw, holding his face softly as your lips moved against his.
he was wearing a pair of sweats and a well-worn t-shirt. 
you pushed his chest, his back against the hotel mattress.
“how far do you want to go tonight spencer?” your eyes were darker. pupils taking over.
were you as affected by him as he was by you?
“i’m a virgin!” he blurted out nervous. 
“what have you done?”
he blushed. hard “nothing but make outs.” he mumbled. ashamed.
but you did not seem to be put off by that. if anything your breaths quickened.
“oh spencer, i am going to make you feel so good, that genius brain of yours won’t know how to one plus one.”
he shivered at the promise in your voice.
your hands were soft as you took off his clothes, tender, eyes never leaving his body. taking each inch of skin exposed. 
drinking him in. 
“beautiful spencer, you are so beautiful. pretty, pretty boy.”
he whined, not being able to control his responses. he did not want to. you seemed to enjoy making him moan.
he was completely bared to you, and the soft touch of your hands on his skin was delicious. you were still wearing your pajamas, and the power disparity made his cock pulse.
your touch everywhere but where he needed you. it felt so much different than his own.
he had no way of knowing his inner thighs were that sensitive.
his cock was hard and leaking, throbbing with need.
but he dared not touch it. not wanting to upset you.
you looked at him with a conspiring grin.
“please,” he whimpered, “please i need- i need you!”
“well since you ask so sweetly…” 
you slid your fingers into his mouth, wetting them. he swirled his tongue around your digits, not processing that you were getting them spit-slick to be able to easily jack him off. 
once spit dripped down your wrist, you removed your hand and wrapped your warm, wet fingers around his dick.
his body spasmed at the pleasure. 
“how does it feel spencer?”
he could not form any coherent words, so he just whined loudly in response.
your grip tightened. you started to snap your wrist, up and down. 
he felt the familiar sensation of orgasm building up. but unlike the times he masturbated to the thought of you, it was your hand on his cock. 
before he could come, your hand was removed. 
tears of frustration prickled his eyes, he whimpered in protest.
“shh, spencer. when you come, i want to taste you.”
that was the only warning you gave him before you crawled down to meet his dick with your head. tongue giving an experimental lick up his shaft. 
his jaw clenched, he was overwhelmed with intense pleasure, and his eyes screwed shut. he had never thought it could feel like this.
he had no warning before your warm, wet mouth enveloped him. 
he had no warning as the coil of pleasure in his lower back snapped.
you swallowed what you could. some of his come dribbling down your lips.
you smiled at him, moving to kiss him. he never thought he would enjoy the taste of himself. but it was your lips. and your skin. and he was completely satisfied.
he fell asleep with your hands on his hair and your name on his lips.
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spencerslut · 6 months
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Punishment
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Summary: Spencer is bad and reader decides to punish him
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader
Warnings: 18+, sexual content, sub!spencer, dom!reader, kissing, masturbation, handjob, edging, orgasm denial, mommy kink, praise kink, degradation
A/N: This is the first fic I have ever written for this blog so please keep that in mind 😩
You and Spencer have been sitting on the couch, watching reruns of Friends since you got home from an exhausting day at work. Well, you have been sitting on the couch, watching reruns of Friends since you got home from an exhausting day at work. Spencer has been trying to gain your attention since you first plopped down onto the couch. Whether it’s letting out small sighs that he believes to be subtle, clearing his throat, shifting in his seat, or whatever other small gestures he thinks will get you to so much as just look at him, he is unrelenting.
It’s always hard for you to resist your sweet boy so eventually, you give in, turning your head to face him. His face lights up immediately, his lips turning up into a heart warming smile as he leans in to connect your lips. You let him of course, smiling into the kiss as he eagerly tries to shift as close to you as possible.
You continue like this for a minute, content with innocently kissing your beautiful boy until the hand that’s in his hair gets stuck on a small knot, causing you to pull on the strands. Spencer moans, loud and low, and just like that the mood changes entirely.
The kiss becomes sloppier, you moving to straddle his lap while he leans back against the couch, letting out a low whine as your clothed core comes in contact with his growing erection. You reconnect your swollen lips, feeling Spencer’s tongue come to swipe across your bottom lip, begging for permission to enter.
Spencer is ecstatic. He has been missing the feeling of your lips on his the entire day but decided not to act on it until the two of you arrived home, knowing he would be in trouble if he showed his neediness at work.
Before it gets too far, you pull back, eliciting a loud whine from your needy boy. You let out a small chuckle at how desperate he is after just a few minutes of kissing.
“Go to the bedroom and get ready for me. I’ll be in in a few minutes,” you spoke as you climbed off his lap and sat beside him on the couch.
Hesitantly, he stands, making his way to the bedroom to undress and wait for you to appear. At first, you were just going to clean up the living room a bit and then follow him into the bedroom, but now that you have the opportunity to move as slowly as possible and tease your poor boy, you just can’t resist.
You’re placing a bowl in the sink when you hear it. A moan, quiet and muffled, but loud enough for you to hear, coming from the bedroom where Spencer is currently supposed to be getting himself ready for you. Surely it’s just a trick of the mind. Surely he isn’t touching himself. Surely he isn’t breaking your most important rule.
You make your way to the bedroom and hastily open the door and sure enough, there he is, breaking your most important rule. He’s laying on his stomach with a pillow placed under where his cock is straining against his boxers, swiftly moving his hips trying to find release. As he hears you enter the room, he jumps slightly, shifting to lay on his back, realizing he’s been caught.
His cheeks are tinted pink as he speaks, “I’m sorry mommy. I-I really am. I didn’t mean to break the rules, y-you were just taking so long to- I’m so sorry.”
“Aw my poor, sweet thing. I know you didn’t mean to break the rules baby. You just can’t help yourself can you?” You ask, feigning sympathy.
“Y-yes mommy.”
You sit between his legs on the bed, beginning to pull his boxers down his legs to reveal his aching cock. It slaps his stomach and he lets out a lewd moan at the small relief you’ve granted him. You begin slowly stroking him, and he lets out what you think is probably the most pathetic sound you’ve ever heard in your entire life. It sends all the heat in your body straight to your core. You thumb at his slit, bringing your free hand up to his chest to ghost over his nipples.
“Oh my god that feels so good mommy. Please don’t stop, please don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Spencer repeats the three words like a prayer as he feels himself approaching his much needed release.
“That’s it baby. You’re being such a good boy for me. Always such a good boy.” You whisper to him.
His thighs begin to shake and his breathing gets erratic as he throws his head back against the pillow, overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Mommyyy, I’m going to c-cum.”
As soon as you feel him teetering right on the edge, you pull your hand away, denying him of his orgasm. You’ve never brought him this close without letting him cum, always showing at least a little mercy when edging him, but then again, he’s never touched himself without permission before today.
“Wha- what are you doing?” He inquires, genuinely confused as to why you denied him after you were just praising him a minute ago.
“Did you seriously think I was going to let you cum after you broke the rules? Are you that stupid?”
Spencer opens his mouth and closes it again, searching for the right thing to say to make you forgive him and grant him his release.
“Aw, cat got your tongue? What a dumb baby. Thinking you can touch yourself without my permission and get away with it.” You spat.
His desperate pleas come out slightly slurred, his brain still foggy from his lost orgasm. “I- I’m really sorry. I- please I need to cum so bad. It hurts mommy. Please make me cum.”
“Hmm,” You pretend you contemplate. “No, I don’t think I will.”
He lets out a frustrated whine as you lean over him and reach into the nightstand beside the bed to grab a tie and a wireless wand vibrator. Spencer’s insides turn with anticipation, thinking the wand is for him. You take his wrists, tie him to the headboard, and switch on the vibe to the lowest setting. He holds his breath as you sit on his lap, careful not to make any contact with his throbbing cock as you place the vibe on your clit, letting out a soft moan as the pleasure engulfs you.
Spencer struggles against the tie that’s keeping him from touching you, letting out a desperate whine as he realizes his efforts are futile.
“Please mommy. I just want to touch you. Please let me touch you. I’ll be so-“
You cut him off, “No. You’re going to sit there and watch me get off while you think about how bad you’ve been. And maybe you can use that big beautiful brain of yours to think of a way to make me forgive you.”
Oh god. Spencer knows its going to be a VERY long night.
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spencerslut · 6 months
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Mommy's Boy (Spencer Reid x Reader)
Summary: Pure mommy kink smut that I'm not apologizing for
TW: Smut (18+, minors interacting will be blocked), feminine reader/AFAB reader, sub!Spencer, mommy kink, cum play, aftercare
Word Count: 1087
Tags: @sparklinspence (who truly made this possible)
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Spencer hates being in charge more than anything. That’s why you aren’t sure why you’re surprised when he comes to your apartment after a case, needing some comfort.
He had been texting you throughout the ride back. The case itself wasn’t particularly tough, but it was long, and Spencer missed you. He had gone too long without being in your arms. He leaves the Bureau in record time, heading straight to your apartment.
When you open the door, he falls into your arms.
“Mommy?” he asks, without realizing.
Your eyes widen. You never would have thought about him calling you mommy, but now that he has, it’s all you want him to call you. “Yes, baby?”
He doesn’t answer verbally at first. Instead, he whines, looking up at you with big eyes. “Mommy, I need help.”
“Are you hard, baby boy?”
He nods, his cheeks turning bright pink.
“What do you want me to do about it?”
“Help me,” he whines.
“I can’t help if you don’t tell me how.”
“Mommy, I’m so hard. I need you.”
You decide to take some pity on him. You reach into his pants. “Oh my!” you exclaim. “You are hard. It must hurt so much.”
He ruts into your hand. “Yes, mommy. Please help me.”
“How, baby boy? How do you want me to help you?”
“I wanna be in you,” he admits, not meeting your eyes.
“Is that all?”
He nods.
“All you had to do was ask.” You remove your hand and tell him to srip, which he does in probably the most awkward way anyone has ever stripped, tripping over his own shoes in an attempt to get to the bed as quickly as possible.
You giggle. “Need some help?”
He blushes as he shakes his head.
You smile, dropping your bra to the floor. Spencer’s eyes immediately fall to your breasts, unabashedly oogling them. Normally, you would tease him a bit more, but you can see how hard his cock is. Maybe you’ll have a little mercy on him.
You slide the rest of your clothes off as Spencer watches. You climb onto the bed, stroking him as you move to straddle him. “You aren’t going to last, are you?”
“I can!” he protests. “I can.”
“Don’t lie to me, baby.”
He drops his face into your chest, murmuring, “I won’t.”
“What was that?” You tug him away by the back of his hair.
“I lied, mommy.” He still won’t look at you. “I’m so close already.”
Stroking his cheek, you respond, “I know, baby. Why would you lie to me? Are you embarrassed?”
He nods.
“Words, baby,” you remind.
“Yes, mommy. I’m sorry.”
You bring your hand back down to his cock. “I know you are, but you still lied.”
He feels himself get closer to the edge as you continue to stroke him. “I’m sorry.”
You position yourself above his tip. “I know, baby boy. I know.” Pressing a kiss to his lips, you ask, “Are you close?”
He nods again, and thinking that you are giving him permission, he lets go.
You slam yourself onto him, determined to catch all of his cum. When his hips finally stop stuttering, you pull yourself off. “I didn’t give you permission.”
His eyes grow wide as he attempts to stammer out apologies.
You place his hand over your core to keep any of him from falling out. “You know I’m going to have to punish you, right?”
“I know. I’m so sorry, mommy.”
“How do you think you should make up for this?”
“Make mommy feel good?”
“How are you going to do that?”
He opens his mouth to respond, but you stop him. “Show me.”
He lays flat on the mattress, and with his hand on your core, leads you up to his face.
“Good idea,” you praise.
He blushes at the compliment. When he’s where he wants to be under you, he removes his hand, letting his cum spill onto his face before you bring yourself down on top of him. The filthy scene alone would be enough to make him hard again, but being engulfed by your scent is the icing on the cake.
You smirk as you watch his cock grow. “Already hard again? So needy.”
He whines against you.
“Should I help you?”
Again, he whines against you. You lift yourself off of him, causing him to whine even more. He tries to grab your hips, but you swat his hands away. “I’m trying to help you.”
“Thank you, mommy,” he says before he even knows what he’s thanking you for.
Again, you line yourself up with him. “Let’s see if you can wait until you’re in me to come, does that sound good, baby?”
“Yes,” he breathes, already rutting his hips. “Yes, mommy. Please.”
You push yourself onto him, causing you both to moan.
“Mommy,” he moans, reaching out to touch you.
You place his hands on your breasts, causing his eyes to light up. He kneads the flesh before bringing his face up to your chest. He looks up at you through his big brown eyes. He licks his lips, gauging your reaction, before he takes one of your nipples into his mouth.
You toss your head back as you let out an obscene moan. “I’m so close baby.” You snake a hand between the two of you and start toying with your clit.
He hums in agreement, still not wanting to let you go.
Tangling your fingers in his hair, you keep him close as you tighten around him. That’s all he needs to shoot into you a second time, which is all you need to finally come.
As you come down, you gently pull Spencer off of you before sliding off of him. “You okay?”
He nods, looking rather out of it.
“I’m going to start a bath, okay?” you ask, climbing off the bed.
“Don’t leave me,” he mutters.
“Do you think you can come with me? We need to get you cleaned up.” You take his hand, squeezing it. “We’re gonna take a bath and have dinner, and then we’re gonna cuddle. Sound good?”
“Okay.” He follows you into the bathroom, sitting on the floor next to you while waiting for the tub to fill up. You take a washcloth and clean the cum off his face.
“So pretty.”
He smiles at the compliment before leaning against your leg. “I love you.”
Kissing his forehead, you whisper, “I love you, too, Spence. So, so much.”
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spencerslut · 6 months
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Don’t want to bother you again but omg, I need subby Spencer or literally fluff with Spencer our little BAU nerd 🥺
.⋆。Breaking Rules。⋆.
Spencer Reid x plus size reader
Spence is beyond pent up and you’re the only one who can help him
Warnings: smut, sub!Spencer, handjob, dom!reader, sex at work, having to stay quiet, season 2 spencer, begging, biting, d/s dynamic (spencer has rules he has to follow), praise, aftercare
WC: 924
Minors DNI
Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library
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His gaze burned into the back of your head as you worked on the pile of paperwork in front of you. You knew what he wanted and you would be lying if you said that you didn’t want it too but there was too much work to be done.
With Elle resigning and cases popping up at an increasingly exponential amount, you and the others on your team were saddled with mountains of paperwork, which unfortunately meant that you and your boyfriend haven’t had a lot of alone time together for the past few weeks.
He was quickly becoming extremely needy- humping your ass as you cooked dinner, trying to bury his head between your plump thighs as you did work in your shared home office, he even fell asleep with one of your tits in his mouth just last night. And now, he was even going so far as to break one of his rules (no sex in the office) in order to get some kind of relief.
You looked up from the case file that you had been staring at to look around the bullpen. Everyone was  buried so wholly in their work that they wouldn’t notice the absence of two of their team members. Sighing, you closed the folder in front of you and spun your chair around by only a few inches. Immediately, Spencer perked up like a little puppy waiting for a treat. With an almost imperceptible nod, you stood up and made your way to the ladies room.
Just as you slipped into the largest stall at the back of the restroom, the door swung open once more and in scrambled Spencer, red-faced and bent over as he tried to conceal the hard bulge between his legs. “Please ma'am, please I need it so bad.” He begged, pawing at your tight skirt.
You tutted. “You know the rules baby.” He whined in response, his big brown eyes, already hazy with submission, filling with tears. “But- that doesn't mean that I won’t take care of you.” 
Spencer’s knees buckled as you gently laid your palm against where he needed you most, and gave his aching cock a squeeze. “Ma’am.” He curled over on himself, burying his large nose in your hair as he pushed his thin hips into your hand. 
“You have to be quiet baby. Can you be a good boy and stay quiet for me?” With your other hand, you guided his face into the crook of your neck, muffling the soft groans that were already slipping from his lips as your touch became more firm. “Can you open your belt for me baby?” He nodded against your throat, his trembling hands fumbling with the buckle. It fell open suddenly, causing him to yelp softly as if the clink of the scratched metal scared him. Spencer’s pants sagged, exposing the top of his loose boxers which grew tighter by the second.
Your hand dove into the soft fabric, finally taking a hold of him. Spencer’s moan was as loud as a scream in your ear but it barely echoed through the small stall. He throbbed in your hand, his cock hard and angry. Precum dripped from the head onto your half-closed fist, making your palm glide along his length smoothly.
Your own arousal was almost too much, the wetness between your soft thighs growing to a level which you could not ignore but your boy needed you more than you needed relief. “You’ve been so good for me. Doing your work, following your rules. You’re such a good boy, my best boy.” He throbbed against your soft palm.
“M-ma’am.” He whimpered. You smiled against his silky hair and kissed his temple gently. Your grip tightened even further, making Spencer go boneless in your arms as he rooted against your neck. The collar of your shirt was suddenly pushed aside as he bit down on your shoulder, his eyes squeezed tightly in pleasure.
You winced at the dull ache of his bite but did not pull him off, knowing he needed it to muffle his noises and remain grounded. He bucked into you with uneven thrusts, he was chasing his end as quickly as he could, his brain too foggy to focus on anything else. “That’s it, cum for me baby. Make a mess all over my hand. So so good for me.”
The only warning you received was a particularly throaty groan against your shoulder before he exploded into your hand, his hot release gathering around your knuckles as he rode out his high. “Oh baby, that was a lot. You must have been really hurting.” He nodded pathetically, making you smile. With another kiss to his head, you released his softening cock and stepped back. “Let me clean you up baby and then you can go back to your desk.”
He stood perfectly still as you whipped away the evidence of your small romp, throwing the used tissue into the toilet after you cleaned up your hand. You pulled up his slacks and redid the belt for him, tucking his shirt neatly back into place once you were done. The flush on his cheeks had begun to fade as his lips met yours in a gentle peck filled with love. 
“Thank you.” He muttered against your lips before pulling away and walking out of the bathroom, albeit a lot more sluggish than when he walked in. 
You quickly cleaned between your thighs and followed after him, suddenly a lot more motivated to finish up your work.
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