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| Day9: Kiss me more |
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WARNINGS: boys kissing, cuddling, whiny Reid, palming, grinding, cumming in pants
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WORDS: 1,082 (I think)
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PAIRINGS: S12+!Spencer Reid x m!reader
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I almost made the mistake of writing PP!Spencer Reid🧍♂️ JUST THINK POST PRISON.
I have ZERO idea what song my mom is listening to (lord forgive me if I sound uncultured) but it inspired this?
CAN YOU KISS ME MOREE? WERE SO YOUNG BOY WE AIN'T GOT NOTHIN TO LOSE, OH, OHHHH. IT'S JUST PRINCIPAL, CAN YOU HOLD ME? CUZ I LIKE THE WAY YOU MOVE, OH, OHHHH. BOY YOU WRITE YOUR NAME I CAN DO THE SAME OO I LOVE THE TASTE-
You've been having trouble sleeping, tossing and turning, flipping and flopping. You stop with a groan after about 15 minutes, not wanting to wake up Reid since he's barely gotten any either due to his nightmares and the habits he picked up in prison.
You get up and sneak out of the bedroom, checking the clock on your way out to see it's two in the morning. You head into the kitchen and start a pot of coffee, grabbing a mug down from the cupboards.
Reid, who has apparently been up since you started tossing around, walks up to you and leans back against the counter. Not a word is said. He hasn't been exactly.. touchy since he got out, hasn't really wanted to even hug or kiss. You respect that, obviously. The poor man had been through enough.
You grab a second mug and gesture to him in a silent offer, he nods and you begin to fill it up before passing it over, then filling up your own. You set the pot down and turn to lean against the counter with him, shoving a hand in your pocket.
“..Why are you up?” He asks quietly, looking over at you as you slip your coffee. You shrug, replying with a simple “fuck if I know”. He lightly nods his head, letting his gaze fall back to the snowy outdoors through the window.
You both drink the coffee in silence for a good ten, fifteen minutes until you build the balls to ask something. “Why.. uh, are you?”.. it's something at least?
Reid thinks for a minute, letting his gaze move back to you. He reaches over, slowly grabbing hold of your hand with his and intertwining your fingers. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He admits. “I worry about you. A lot.”.
His words make your heart melt, the gentle hold he has on your hand turning you into mere mush. You meet his gaze and set your coffee down, letting your now free hand move to rest on his cheek. “You don't have to.” You whisper.
He shrugs, mumbling something along the lines of “can't help it”. Silence falls again, though a comfortable one. You both just stare at each other, well, Spencer stares at your lips more than anything. You got to whisper a soft “I love you”, but get cut off by his lips pressing against yours. It's gentle, sweet. A hint of need coming from him.
You can't help but kiss back with just as much sweetness while moving your hand to the back of his head, cupping it and pulling him closer. Your lips move in harmony with his, each tugging up into a gentle smile.
Your tounge runs along the seam of his lips, pulling a small whine from him as his lips part to invite it in. You explore his mouth, running your tounge along his to pull another whine from him. “please..” Reid whispers, his trembling hands moving to your hips to pull your body firmer against his, the bulge in his pants pressing against yours. It's obvious he hasn't had anything since before prison, and that just makes you want to give him this more.
You continue the sweet kiss, gently shushing him as you guide him back to the bedroom, coffee long forgotten on the counter with your new goal of pleasing him. “I love you”’s being whispered along the journey into bed.
Undressing him was like unwrapping a Christmas present early, even if he only let you take off his shirt, claiming the room was too cold. You didn't push, you instead pulled the covers over you as you hovered over him, caging the warmth around the both of you.
Your lips barely dare to disconnect with his, only every once in a while to let each of you take a breath before pressing right back together. Each small whine he lets out is followed by a soothing “Shh” from you.
He's practically trembling with need, need for you, need to be touched. “Please- Touch me, please-” Reid only gets out half of his beg before he cuts himself off with a gasp, your hand having moved down to palm his cock through his sleep pants. His hands shoot to your shoulders, a firm grasp as he bucks up into your hand. He's about as sensitive as a virgin, already rock hard and leaking.
Reid grinds into your hand, whimpering, moaning, and tugging at your shirt. Your mouth stay on his, and you eat up each and every pornographic moan that comes from his plump lips.
He lets out incoherent pleas as he continues to grind against your hand, eventually unable to even kiss back from how much the pleasure consumes his thoughts. “s’good- missed you s'much.. haven't.. h-..” he mumbles. You tilt your head to the side, kissing his jaw.
“Haven't what, baby?” His hips buck purely from the name. “Haven't felt this good since you left, hm?” He nods his head in response. “I-I couldn't.. couldn't even get myself off..” He mumbles, whimpering and tossing his head back. You can tell he's close. “Oh, baby.. you couldn't even touch yourself?” You ask, leaning more against him so you can whisper in his ear. He shakes his head, biting down on his lip as his thighs begin to shake.
You grasp his cock more firmly through his pants, your middle finger toying with his steadily leaking tip where it strains against his pants. His hips buck, a high-pitched whine coming from his throat.
Tears well up in his eyes, and he just babbles out random pleas as his orgasm builds. It only takes a few thrusts into your hand until he finishes, gasping as it washes over him and paints the inside of his boxers white. You look up to see tears rolling down his cheeks, your free hand moving to wipe them away as your other works on helping him through the high, milking his cock of all its worth.
You remove your hand from his cock when you feel it completely soften, wrapping your arms around him and hoisting him up so you can pull him off to the bathroom. The poor man is nearly falling asleep in your arms.
“I'm gonna clean you up, okay?” You whisper, pushing open the bathroom door and setting him down. Reid leans against you, his arms remaining wrapped around you as he mumbles a “m’kay” in response.
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Horangi has a "nobody gives a fuck about me" mentality and König has a "Everyone thinks about me" mentality. Both of them are unhealthy.
Horangi never believed someone would care,think about him or/and save him. His parents were always busy with work so he did have a nanny until he became old enough to look after himself, he was 12 years old. He grow up alone and fast. Only friends he had was from school, he learned how to cook by himself at 13 years old, he never had birthday party or a slumber party. He always escaped from social events because he thought people wouldn't notice him anyway.
König learned he stand out by the way people looks and laughs at him, the way they talk about him. He was 13 years old when he developed anxiety, he never talk to a therapist to solve it. He said himself that it wasn't a big issue, talking about it would only annoy people. He didn't have friends because he was afraid that the friendship would end in a month, after he get attached. He was afraid to get a grade because that would make people laugh at him. He learned to how read people's body language to guess their next move/mood when he was 16 years old.
Then boom they meet.
König makes Horangi fell for him by memorising every little detail about him, caring his every scar he gets (even the little cut he get gets when cutting vegetables), inviting him to do a slumber at his room to celebrate Horangi's birthday etc.
And König fells for Horangi when he protects him from mean words (even if they're from suporiers), when he listens to him without minding how könig sutter and can't pronounce "r"s when he gets lost in his thoughts, when he comforts König after a panic attack but don't talk about it to not push König/make him uncomfortable.
Then they kiss and make the other see a therapist.
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