Summary: it was a rundown car, one of the tail lights hung incorrectly as if the repairman hadn’t been too knowledgeable on much but the fact that it was broken. the road was insubstantial, flickering out of existence like the “no” on the motel sign ahead of us. the red echoes off of his cheekbones and eyelids in hollow waves. chip whispered my name brokenly — my tongue ached to say his in return.

Relationship: Chip Taylor x He/Him AFAB! Reader

WC: 4.8k

A/N: Hi my loves! This fic is for Pom (@imagining-in-the-margins) Discord Servers 5th Fic Swap! I was lucky enough to write this fic for Rory (@ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff)! And he wrote me an amazing fic as well, so  check his out! The reader is He/Him AFAB and intended to be a gay trans man. No mentions of breasts or a chest area is mentioned in any way shape or form.

CW: Mild Dub-con (Sleepy griding), a little bit of cum swallowing, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, it’s honestly just yearning and pining and dumb gays

Prompt(s):

A: What about this makes you think you’re dreaming? B: I’ve dreamt about you before"“

“do you think of me when you touch yourself?” “what else is there to think about?”

“Your hand feels much better than my own.”

Reader is very very wrong about his assumption of his best friend, Chip, being straight. Why? Chip keeps on saying Reader’s name while touching himself

NSFW 18+ ONLY

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(crush by richard siken:)

(you’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. and you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. you’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.)

Tires couldn’t melt. Surely, if they could, then they would have already. The black pavement of the road drew any and all sunlight, stealing away that which should have helped to grow flowers or warm cheeks on cold days. However, Nevada’s desert didn’t have much in the way of plants besides the occasional cactus — so to the road, the light went. I knew if I stepped into it that the heat would sleep from the ground into my shoes.

It’s fickle like that, energy is. So very constantly moving and then spreading and staying and leaving. In a way it was almost like the boy sat next to me, with his hands gripped around the wheel, and his eyes glancing over at me in the few seconds when he could warrant looking away.

Not like there was much to look at besides me. The roads were the same in most places, black (or grayed with age), yellow and white lines, and the steering wheel beneath your fingertips. The whole world becomes this stretch of scenery that might never change. No energy would ever be the needed amount to change what is seen with the eyes of a traveler.

“It’s hot out,” Chip says simply, one of his hands moving to wipe away a bead of sweat that had started to slip down the side of his neck. My eyes followed the movement of his hands with mindless curiosity. Though to say my mind was completely out of the picture was wrong, I was thinking about how Chip’s hands would feel on me, in me.

Chip looked over at me, eyes of honey brown peering at me just because he wanted to look. I liked that about Chip, he never bothered himself with too much thought. Sure, he overthought at times, but Chip found his comfort in the life of complacency.

Truth be told, I had always wanted a man like him. Kind, comfortable, and loving, but also perfectly capable of wanting more. Chip could reach for the stars and then would be glad to land on a mountain top, as long as there were stars for his pretty eyes to look at.

“Should be a motel soon, we can stop there for the night,” I murmured. I didn’t bother to look away from the cut of his jaw as he peered out my window and through the distance, towards the horizon — eyes turning golden in the last few hints of sun that escaped the ever chasing sunset.

Somewhere, somehow, the road and time had both disappeared and left me with nothing but Chip. I didn’t care, he would always be enough for me.

If only there was a way that I would be enough for him — but Chip, my perfect man, Chip, didn’t like men. Or, so I thought.

That night, the only motel within a hundred miles was filled to the brim. No vacancies whatsoever, and the neon sign on the lot blinked without caring. It was what had made us decide to even try the motel, despite the copious amount of cars that sat in front of the building.

Luck was on our side, though, and the man at the counter said that we could sleep in our car in the lot. Which was better than the side of the road, albeit not exactly perfect.

The blanket we had stashed in the trunk worked fine.

It wasn’t too scratchy, and the soft yarn was broken in the right amount. Attached to the edge of the yellow and blue yarn-knit blanket was a hastily made tag. In large, scraggly letters, was written CT.

“Did … did you make this?” I asked, gracing a finger over the letters. I don’t know what pushed me to do so; I knew what it said, but I think I wanted to try and commit it to memory. This thing that Chip crafted so imperfectly in the best of ways. I wanted my brain to remember the smell of him on the blanket, and the sound of his voice paired with the plush as he answered my question with an embarrassed ‘yes.’

If in seven years — when my skin is wholeheartedly anew — I have come to lose the immortality of the brain’s memory, my heart will forever remember the adoration I felt for him at that moment.

“A little granny needed a ride to her grandkids. She didn’t have much money, so she taught me how to.”

I practically melted. Chip was the most perfect man ever and I was so crazy to ever think that I had a chance. But, he hadn’t told me anything that made it seem like he wanted me gone. Plus, it always felt like he tried to stretch out our trip to milk it to the bone. A stop at a gas station that takes far too long than just for snacks, often full of laughter in the small aisles before getting eventually (and inevitably) kicked out.

“Chip this is … amazing.”

A bashful grin spread across his lips as he leaned back in his seat, the blanket stretched across the centre to fit both of us. “I’m glad you like it. There should be enough for both of us, but if I steal the covers, you can just steal it back from me or…”

Chip grew embarrassed, his eyes looked away from me, towards the blinking sign. “Or, you could just wake me up and sit in my lap so we can share.”

I nodded. I knew that I’d definitely not have the courage to do so but it was a nice thought. Especially considering it seemed like Chip wantedme to sit on his lap. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have made the offer.

My cheek pressed against the leather of the seat as I prepared to go to sleep. The dash said it was almost 10 and I was tired. It wasn’t comfortable, though the closeness to Chip helped a lot. Drowsiness had come over me quickly, and with a mumbled G’nightto Chip, I was asleep.

Sometime later, I was awoken by the blanket being suddenly pulled from me. I had gone to move and steal it back when I heard a whimper so sinful and heady with pleasure that I almost gasped in response.

See, while the tone was unfamiliar, I just knewit was Chip.

I hadn’t ever risked much in life. I was always the kid who did everything perfectly. I was never the perfectkid or the popular kid, but I was a good kid. The kind of kid that blends into the background and is content to do that. Yearbook club, a couple of friends, and A’s with one or two B’s. Never went to parties, never drank and drove, and never skipped.

But Chip was obviously taking a risk with what hewas doing so close to me that I couldn’t not take the risk and open my eyes.

Fuck, was I glad that I did. Nothing would ever prepare me for what I saw there. Persephone, lips reddened with the juice of pomegranate would never compare to the sight in front of me. Chip’s eyes were pressed close, and his eyebrows twisted in pleasure. The light of the neon sign faded in and out, illuminating Chip’s eyelids, the curve of his open lips, his bobbing Adam’s apple … My eyes dipped lower and followed every bit of the light. Till I saw the reason for the obscene sounds falling from Chip’s lips, not at all muddled despite the fact that he had bitten down into his bottom lip moments before.

His hand twisted down his cock. Thumb swiped over his leaking tip on the descent, rubbing his precum over his shaft.

Right away it was a blatant fact that Chip had a pretty dick. Soft looking skin flushed deep red with arousal, and softly curved towards his happy trail. Chips hand brushed his pubes at the base of his dick and held it there, I saw how his hand gripped down a bit holdinghimself as if to not cum so soon.

Chip released his swollen and pink bottom lip and his voice broke as my name escaped him. I froze for a half-second — afraid that Chip had discovered that I was awake and staring — luckily his eyes were still closed. Though, with two short and quick pumps, Chip came. His hand covered his head, hips bucking up. Chip’s red-illuminated hair fell back against the seat, another whine of my name crossing him, but it was softer now. My eyes slammed shut and I knew that he looked at me. The sign blinked red against the soft translucency of my lids.

I struggled to regulate my breathing as Chip’s finger touched my lips, a bead of his cum fell onto my lower lip. Chip hissed in a breath and said a low curse. I let my eyes blink open as if I was awoken from sleep. Chip’s hand had retreated from my face and I was glad to see that he had tucked himself back into his sweatpants.

My tongue swept over my lips and I saw Chip stiffen. I feigned curiosity and licked at my lips again. Deep down there was some part of me that liked Chip’s cum, but still would have rathered that I had tasted it on purpose.

“You stole the blanket,” I pouted. Sure, it was truebut I had not exactly cared that much about it. Chip’s eyes held a galaxy of honey as he stared at me like I was going crazy. “What?”

The sign turned on, tilting his eyes cherry brown for a moment before back to his dim, night and lust darkened honey-treacle.

“Does anything … taste weird…?”

I shook my head no.

“Wait! Since you stole the blanket, does that mean I can sit on your lap?” I questioned — though I was already hooking my legs over the centre console and moving. Chip spluttered without indignance as my shins came to rest on either side of his thighs. I sat down and pressed my face to the crook of his neck.

“Do I get a say in this?” He said a bit jokingly, my lips felt the nervous thrum of his heartbeat. His hands came to rest softly around me and me even closer. His heartbeat sped. I was so glad for that little proof of life. Truth to that this wasn’t a dream. All I wished for was for my own heart to understand that lust can do a lot of things to someone’s mind — even for just a moment, make them say the name of the wrong person.

Still, my brain would forever remember the yearnand totality of longing that I felt when I wanted to say his name in return.

(i wanted to answer a call that only chip could have rung)

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Waking up in Chip’s arms was a blessing and a curse.

For one, his arms were strong as they wrapped around me. His hold on me did not falter as I awoke the next morning, some time after dawn had broken. Chip’s arms had always been fairly muscular from what I had seen but it was a different thing entirely to have them wrapped around you with the purpose of not letting go.

The curse, however, was that his arms weren’t just holding. No, they were moving. Chip was still asleep if his little even breaths against my neck had any say in it. So, what he was doing was subconscious. Chip was subconsciously using his arms to rock me against his erection.

Every few seconds his breathing would be cut off by a sleepy groan that ignited a fire in my belly akin to the voracious and tantalizing red light that had echoed against our skin the night before.

Chip’s lips dragged across my skin sleepily, lean-muscled arms holding me to his lap tightly. It was as if he knew in some deep-seated way that it was me in his arms like all he had ever wanted was to hold me. Chip settled back again with his lips — the ones that always seemed to be programmed into a perfect little pink country-boy pout — pressed to the hollow divot of my collarbone.

In one motion, Chip’s face is wrenched back from my skin and his arms loosen to pull away. What replaced the feel of him on me was the sudden heart-wrenching longing for his warmth, for his cheek to be back against the place where my shirt had fallen and skin was visible. It was scorching out already, though it couldn’t be too far past dawn. Still, a million suns could fall on me with their flames and it would never compare to the quenching warmth of Chip’s life. Or, possibly, a better analogy would be that I was a dehydrated man, and Chip was the most hydrating water there was. Hmm, no. Chip may be something the kind of man to hum in the background, but he would never let himself forget that he held a sting of poison.

Chip was better suited to be electricity. Like the gasses and spark that flitted through every single neon light in the whole world. Capable of both shocking and warming. I had hoped that Chip hadn’t pulled away to give me a taste of his bite, since he had already given me a mouthful of his warmth.

His cheeks were such a shade of red, one that not even the sign from the night could ever think of matching. A pretty candy apple color that reminded me of when we had been on a California beach and he forgot sunscreen.

“I - I think we should find a Hotel room tonight,” Chip made no move to push me away. I made no move to go away. Despite the fact that pressing against my ass was an erection that also wasn’t going away.

I nodded in agreement, though I truly wouldn’t mind sleeping in the car again. Chip was a pretty nice mattress and I quite enjoyed the show he put on last night. Even if he didn’t know he was putting one on.

Still, he had said my name and I was in the car, only a few feet from him. If anything he had wanted me to see, right?

Though, that would mean that he was not straight, which was an odd thought to think. He had only ever mentioned girlfriends and sometimes I noticed how he would talk to a girl he found pretty. Eyes tilted golden, words soft and not sure where to look. Chip’d flit all around her face and her legs and her chest. I hadn’t ever noticed him doing that to a man.

And, unless I was blind, he’d never done it to me either.

Three hours later, I was back in my seat and Chip was driving, per usual for our day. We were an hour from Las Vegas, and Chip remarked that he’d only seen the city in passing. He’d never taken the time to stop in Sin City. So, the most obvious option would of course be to have us spend the day there.

Chip wasn’t very lenient with money, he used it when needed but would rather not splurge. However, he always seemed to have a full wallet. That was fine, though. I had enough for the fairly small buy-in of some random game. Plus, I was fucking fantastic at gambling. It was one of the few times I allowed myself the chance to take risks. It was exhilarating, wondering whether or not you’d win big or leave empty-handed.

And, well, I never left with less than what I started with.

“Chip,” I called, a small grin forming over my lips. He looked over at me quickly, before bringing his eyes back to the road. His eyebrow quirked softly with a question. “Can you go faster? I want to do somethin’.”

He nodded at me with vigor and a big smile and we shot forward a bit. Chip’s tanned hands adjusted their grip on the wheel. I didn’t pay too much attention as I rolled down the window. Chip’s hair, which had grown to the bottoms of his ears in our trip, wildly flailed in the wind that flooded the car. I gripped the outside of the car as I slid to sit on the door, most of my body out of the car.

I saw Chip’s eyes grow as wide as dime plates as he grabbed my ankle with a hand — the knuckles of both of his hands went bone white as they gripped onto either the wheel or me.

A nervous but admiration filled laugh bubbled from Chip’s lips, though It really could have been passed off as a sigh. “You …” A look I couldn’t place fell into his eyes, “You’re crazy.”

I then let my head fall back a bit, relishing in the way the wind contrasted the warm sun against every inch of me. When I looked away from the desert horizon, I noticed how Chip’s gaze fell onto my legs and the few inches of midriff from where my shirt had been ridden up by the wind. His eyes slammed back to the road when I caught him, and his eyes widened a bit.

“In a good way, I hope,” I said while sliding back in the window. I saw Chip’s shoulders relax a bit, and his fingertips dragged up my shin a bit before he returned his hand. Shot it back so fast I might have burned him.

“In the best way,” he replied, lips stretching as if he was trying to stop from saying something. But there was still that lingering yank from when he had tugged his hand back. Did he know? Had he somehow realized that I feel deeply for him and didn’t want to even insinuate that we could be together?

At that moment I felt like I had ruined it all. Like I was free falling and there’d be no one to catch me and I was too close to the ground. I felt like I’d failed a class or killed someone.

Then Chip reaches out, and his eyes are full of the poetry I would croon to him if I could, his eyes are glowing honey red again and I must be on fire now. Nothing else could explain the painless burning that filled my chest when I touched his hand.

(love, my brain whispered, love could)

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I called his name as we lay on the fancy hotel bed, it had an attached casino that we had just returned from. Entered with three hundred, left with almost two grand. I had sat on Chip’s lap and called him mylucky charm, and he was. In murmurs, he spoke about his limited poker experience.

Now our knuckles brushed from how close we were on the sheets and I hadn’t needed to look over to know that he was looking at me. In a way, he always was. Eyes bright with their own hum of neon gold, bright little flecks of the sun, and lightning in his sea of clear brown. Almost like dirt. Strong, life-giving. Chip took a drag of his lit cigarette, the red-orange tip reminded me of the neon sign. Has it really just been last night? I had thought to myself.

“D’you ever think about stopping? Finding somewhere to stay, building a home?”

Chip shook his head, curls falling into their soft pattern as they air-dried and slightly damped the white sheets beneath his head. It was odd to me, seeing as Chip had always seemed like someone who was searching for his home. Through mile, after mile, his eyes were sharp with longing. The roll of every hill, every divot leading to a river, he always seemed like he wanted to stop. To stay. Chip would look at me, eyes clear and warm, and I would see the longing in his eyes and I knew that he wanted to be home. Wherever his home happened to be. A small puff of smoke fell from Chip’s lips. I had gotten us a smoking room.

“I am home,” Chip’s voice was soft but strong with the sureness of his own self. “I am with you.”

My lips froze on my words, my mind had been completely and utterly discombobulated by the man beside me.

Chip threw his cigarette butt into the trash and scooted closer to me, nuzzling under the covers. I followed his lead, still too stunned to think much past ohmygod ohmygod. Before long, I felt my mind slow and my eyes flutter close, the scent of soap and cigarette smoke on my mind.

Chip had used my body wash.

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When I opened my eyes, I half expected the sight of the car. Since, what I was hearing mirrored what had happened the night before. Except there was a desperation to the sound that hadn’t been there previously.

A sob of my name echoed from next to me. That was what had woken me up. Notcovers being wrenched from me - in fact, I somehow had more covers on me than when I went to sleep. I was planning on just ignoring him, obviously, he wasn’t meaning to wake me up from his uhm, activities.But then his voice rang out softly, a sharp “No.”

I sat up quickly. The first thing I saw of Chip when I turned was how he reached for the blanket to pull it over himself. His hand didn’t make it that far, though. Before Chip had hidden his very obvious attempts of trying to get off, I had grabbed his wrist lightly.

“Chip. What are you doing?” I asked softly, curiosity and a flood of arousal pressed against my teeth, my tongue, and thrummed in my fingers. Everything of me was alight with the glow of what I was doing. I was giving myself a chance for risk, and I was taking it. Somehow, in the moments where Chip stuttered out an apology, I had become the neon light.

Suddenly, I wanted to stretch out and cover Chip fully. I wanted nothing more than to encapsulate him in my light, in me.

I moved as fast as I could, the covers falling off of me. Chips eyes were blinking in the quick pace of a faulty light, in the pace my heart surely must have also been beating. I used my grip on his wrist to guide him back to his own self.

“What are you doing?!” Chip exclaimed as I moved to straddle his thigh, not letting off my hold on his hand.

I let myself grind down on his leg for a moment, savoring the spark of friction it ignited in my tummy. There was stuff more important than that, though. “Last night and tonight, Chip. You’ve woken me up. Saying my name.” Chip’s eyes widened and a neon flush spread over his cheeks. I smiled a bit, so he really hadn’tintended on me knowing. His lips wrapped around soundless apologies. “Tell me, Chip: do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

“What else is there to think about?”

A groan fell from my lips. I moved from his thigh and rested by his stomach, moving his hand with me so that I could still grip his wrist. Chip’s erection pressed against my ass. Again. “Chip, you don’t gotta just think.If you want, right now, I’ll give you something to feel.”

If I could describe how Chip looked in one word, it would be thunder-struck.

Though he was the electricity and the lightning, Chip was the one electrocuted. When he moved into motion, I expected him to push me away. Instead, his free hand rested on my cheek, his pinkie finger under my jaw, and his lips were moving for mine. If his lips against my throat were mind-numbing, then this … this was mind-melting.Any thoughts I could have had escaped me, and this warming field of electricity swallowed me whole.

Chip kissed like he wanted love, and cuddling under homemade pink blankets, and hand-holding, and everything good. Chip kissed me as though he loved me. And he did.

“Let me touch you, please,” His breath was warm against my lips. I nodded, using my free hand to unbutton my pants, then guiding Chip’s hand to my boxers. A gasp left his lips as his fingers slid over my wetness, Chip’s thumb moved up and rubbed a soft circle into my clit and my hips jerked against his hand, rutting against him a bit, a moan falling from his lips.

Chip dragged two of his fingers between my folds, and before I could grab his wrist again, he pulled his hand between my legs and pressed his fingers into his open mouth. I could see from the hollow of his cheeks that he was greedily sucking on them. Words tumbled from my lips before I could even think through what I was saying.

“I wanna fuck you.”

He pulled his fingers from his mouth, a bead of spit connecting them to his lips. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

I shoved myself out of my boxers, throwing them somewhere across the room. I wasn’t in any hurry, but in a way I was.Chip’s hand moved back to me, this time his finger pushed into me.

I was prepared, yes, but in a way, I also wasn’t.

There was this expression of pure adoration pressing into every curve, dimple, and freckle of Chip’s expression.

He got in a few pumps and curls of his finger before I was practically shaking with desperation. Chip went to add another but I stopped him, using his wrist to pull him out of me. Chip leaned back on his elbows as I grabbed him from behind me, his skin warm and flushed under my fingertips, giving it a few pumps before lining the head of his cock up to me.

“Your hand feels so much better than mine,” I could see Chip’s eyes struggling to stay open as I sunk down on him, a whine falling from my own lips. Despite the mild preparation, Chip was still bigger than I had expected. He wasn’t overly thick, but like his own stature, he was long.

Once our hips were flush, I spoke, “You can close your eyes, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

Chip shook his head, “I’m afraid I’ll wake up from this dream.”

I rocked myself slightly on him, more of a grind than a thrust. I was still too tired to actually put much motion in, but I could feel that we were both already close enough for it to work.

“Oh, love, what about this makes you think you’re dreaming?”

It’s Chip that actually thrust up, hands sliding under the hem of my cotton shirt and settling against my hips. “I’ve dreamt about you before.”

“What exactly have you dreamed of?”

I knew what it was like to dream. Before I woke I was seeing a candy apple red sunset and a never-ending road, a home with two wheels, I was smelling honey soap and looking in honey brown eyes; watching as energy flickered there while a black hole overtook that sliver of sun in his eyes.

“Sometimes, I dream of fucking you,” Chip punctuated his words with a thrust into me, one of his hands moving to rub eager circles into me. His voice was then softer, more hesitant, a whisper. “Mostly, I dream of loving you.”

I press a sweet kiss to his lips and Chip sighs against me, sparking across my flesh. “Don’t dream, make it real.”

In one smooth motion, he flips us. One of my legs pressed up high, placed over his shoulder. “I love you,” Chip thrusts deeply, but gently. His hand snakes to hold mine. I press a kiss to his lips. Our bodies were entangled and entwined like yarn.

(in the morning, the mirror would show us both that it wasn’t a dream as his lips would leave bruises against my skin. but reality or not didn’t matter as we both whispered our affections. we reached the end of our journey together, and glowed brightly with neon love)

[END]

*silver heart // spencer reid*

summary: Reader and Spencer reunite after he returns from a series of cases and way too much teasing over the phone.

relationship: SubFem!Reader x Dom!Spencer

content warnings: unprotected sex, oral fixation, daddy kink, innocence kink, degradation, creampie, praise kink, collaring, aftercare.

word count:2.3k

request:i was wondering if i can request Dom!spencer and clingysub!r with daddy kink, innocence kink, collaring, praise, slight degrading (not much), oral fixation, (and dumbification if you’re comfortable with that) and fluffy aftercare!!

A/N:hey y'all! it’s been so long omg i missed it so much. i hope you’re all doing well and staying safe. this isn’t super long but i had fun writing it this afternoon since i haven’t written in a while. i hope you enjoy!

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The pressure of the collar around your throat tightens for a moment as Spencer snaps it into place. You can feel your heart beating in your throat, the excitement building. He’s silent, though you can feel the soft fan of his breath against the nape of your neck.

“How’s that?” He breaks the quiet.

“Perfect.” You lift your fingers up to the soft leather, then to the sterling silver heart that hangs over your clavicle like a teardrop.

“Good.” The edge in his voice sends a shiver up your spine. You haven’t seen Spencer very often the last few weeks due to his incredibly busy work schedule, and the waiting has driven you to nearly unbearable points of tension. His next words bring the sensation to the surface. “You’ve been following directions, right?”

“Yes.” True to his orders, you hadn’t touched yourself at all in the recent weeks.

But Spencer is always finding ways to make things difficult, so he’s been calling you between cases just to work you up and leave you hanging. It would be a lie to say you don’t enjoy the steady thrill of hearing his voice over the phone, the promise of imagining your limbs tangled together. Even if it ended in his mischievous tone telling you to wait, there was something invigorating about the process.

The subtle tug on the back of the collar brings you back to earth. His fingers are looped in the leather as he leans down by your ear. “What was that?”

You bite your lower lip to keep a smirk at bay. “Yes, daddy.”

He lets go, this time trailing his fingertips down between your shoulder blades. You can practically feel the grin on his face as goosebumps rise along your skin. They betray every ounce of secret anticipation that you’ve been trying to lock away.

“Has it been hard?” he asks.

“Has what been hard?” Your voice has a sweetness to it that you know he’s going to enjoy. There’s a moment of silence where you can sense him thinking, and then his hands are on your hips, spinning you around.

Your palms rest against his chest and you look up. Spencer’s lovely eyes have taken on a darkness that only you’ve seen before. His hair is messy but soft-looking as ever. It’s taking everything in you not to touch it and kiss him as deeply as you’ve been craving.

“Not playing with yourself,” His grip tightens, then relaxes as one of his hands moves up to your jaw. He sets his thumb below your chin, angles you up a little before pressing the pad of it against your lips. “Squirming. Thinking about what I’d do to you when I got back.”

You gulp.

“I know exactly how you think, Y/N,” the corners of his mouth turn up. “I know what makes you wet, what makes you cum.”

You nod obediently. It’s not worth fighting the truth. Spencer knows your body in a way you never even expected he could.

“I know you’ve been imagining me pounding into you, fucking you until it breaks the bed.”

“Spencer–” You squeeze your thighs together at the thought of it. But your words are interrupted by the sensation of his thumb sliding gently past your lips and into your mouth. Instinctively, you move your tongue over it and hold it there.

“There you go, sweetheart.” He murmurs gently, grinning at how easily he can shut you up.

Your eyes beg for more. It’s intoxicating, being treated like this by him.

“I’ve been thinking about it too, though,” he continues after his eyes dart down to the way your thighs are tightly pressed together. “When I touch myself, all I think about is being inside of you again.”

Your whimper vibrates against his finger. The air is heavy with the electricity that crackles between you.

“So beautiful and desperate for me,” His expression holds a danger that makes you want to implode. “Now be a good little slut and get on the bed for daddy.”

You nod as he withdraws his thumb and back up to the mattress. You can’t take your eyes off of him in his suit, the tie hanging loosely around his neck as he watches your movements with acuity.

You can see the internal battle happening in his mind between power and desire. It’s been a long time for him, too. He needs to be close to you again, even if this game the two of you play only heightens the experience. And you both love a good game.

Finally, he gives in to himself a bit and approaches. His gaze is locked on your chest rising and falling, the collar around your neck. It’s a physical manifestation of your connection and he can’t get enough of it.

Before you can plead with Spencer, he pulls your legs apart. He grabs your hips and yanks you back down to him, pressing his clothed erection against your core. You can tell your panties are soaked through, so you can only hope the wetness doesn’t leak through onto the fabric of his pants. He doesn’t seem to care, though, as he begins to grind gently against you.

Once again, he tips your head up to look at him in the dim light of the bedroom. His skin has a glow to it that makes your knees go weak. He dips down and presses his mouth to yours.

The kiss is soft at first, almost tentative after so much time apart. It’s as if he’s afraid his own passion will overwhelm you, although you know it never could. Your affection for him burns through every limb of your being until all you can think about is the friction of your skin against his.

Spencer’s tongue finds yours in the kiss and the two of you melt into each other. His hold on your body tightens further as he increases the pressure against your core. When he pushes you back onto the mattress and crawls on top, the smile on your face is deliriously happy. This is exactly what you missed– the simultaneously joyful and sexual nature of your reunions. They’re a high that makes the flights and pressure of his job worth it. His hands reach around your back and undo the clasps of your bra before he throws it aside and buries his face in your neck.

“Mine.” he grunts into your skin. His hips jerk. He must be painfully hard, now, so you try to reach down and undo the button on his pants, but he stops you.

“Watch it, sweetheart.” He warns sharply. Although it’s a scolding, the fluttering of his breath on your throat makes you squirm more.

“Fuck, daddy, please–” You gasp as his fingers suddenly slide beneath the waistband of your panties. He’s deft with his movements and immediately finds your clit. You nearly yelp at the pleasure it sends through your body.

“Please what?”

His tone dares you to speak more while he rubs your clit in circles. You’re trying to maintain any semblance of composure, though every coherent thought seems to dissolve upon formation.

“I need it.” Your voice is whiny and greedy, which he loves.

“I know, baby,” He kisses your neck. “I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.”

You ball the sheets in your fists as you approach the edge of orgasm. It’s barely taken any time after so much teasing.

“Mhmm.” You whimper.
“I haven’t even put my cock inside and you’re begging.” The softness of his laughter ripples across your senses. You’re pathetic for the weight of his body on top of yours, but it doesn’t matter. All you know is the desire that’s threatening to smolder through you.

“Let’s get rid of these, shall we?” He murmurs. The fabric of your panties gives immediately as he tugs them down your legs and discards them elsewhere. He uses one arm to hold himself up over you while the other traces up the inside of your thighs and starts to play with your pussy again. This time, however, the pressure is more intense and he holds eye contact. He bites his lip.

“You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow.” He smiles devilishly as your hips circle against his touch.

“Really?” Your eyes widen as you urge him on.

“Mhmm,” He leans down to kiss your forehead. “I’m gonna destroy you.”

The determination of it is what sends you over the edge. Every muscle in your body contracts as you throw your head back and let out a hungry moan. The orgasm racks your body as you shudder and whimper. Spencer’s pace increases. He works you through your climax.

“Oh my god–” You nearly choke on the words. Nothing could encompass the pleasure he’s causing within you at that moment.

“Fuck.” He groans at the sight and you know he won’t be able to resist fucking you anymore. The waiting is too much. He removes his hand and quickly takes off his pants and underwear until he’s crawling back on top. He holds your legs apart and hovers over you. He’s divine. The love threatens to burst out of your chest, especially at the reverence of his attention.

“You’re perfect.” He says. The words are punctuated by the way he leans down and kisses you deeply, then presses the head of his dick against your entrance. You gasp at the intrusion, though it turns quickly to a moan. Spencer’s head drops down to your collarbone. his teeth sink lightly into the skin, tongue running over the tender spots while he drives deeply into your pussy.

“Daddy…” you whimper. The title makes him snap his hips eagerly against yours.

“That’s it.” his nails dig into your waist and he begins to form a rhythm. “You feel that, sweetheart?”

You nod. If you open your mouth, you’ll cry out in pleasure. Staying quiet is difficult enough with the way he’s working your body.

“I wanna fuck you every day.” He pants. His hands move from your waist to hold himself up better while one cups your face gently. The intensity of his expression is almost enough to break you. When he loops his pinky in the collar and pushes his thumb past your lips again, it’s heavenly. You’re locked onto him.

You start to suck on it while your wide eyes peer up excitedly. He’s losing control, the harsh rhythm causing the headboard to slam against the wall. You want to suspend this moment forever, this flawless balance of gentle affection and unfettered desire.

The pressure builds in your core, however, and you can feel every second tugging you towards orgasm. It’s inevitable. Spencer is groaning and whispering dirty things in your ear.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Taking daddy’s cock so well.”

You shiver with elation and raise your hips up off the mattress to get more friction. You’ve lost virtually all control of your body, the two of you working toward orgasm with an animalistic determination.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” He says as his thrusts get sloppier. “I’m gonna fill you up, okay?”

You nod and try to smile around his thumb in your mouth.

“Right there, fuck, fuck–” He finds the perfect position and slams into you repeatedly, eyes rolling back into his head as he lets out a loud groan.

As his seed shoots into you, the pressure of his movements on your clit sends you into your own spiral. You suck harshly on his thumb and whimper to keep from screaming in ecstasy as your body tightens around his cock. It’s surreal, the waves of relaxation that course through your veins. You never want the feeling to leave.

Spencer watches you finish with a mixture of satisfaction and adoration, rides out the last of his own climax while thrusting a few more times. Your nails dig into his back as you cling to him. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted. You hate when he leaves, even if only for a few weeks.

Once you’ve ridden out the high, your boyfriend rolls off of you and onto the mattress. He tries to catch his breath in the afterglow. The silence is wonderful, down to the feeling of his fingertips twining with yours over the sheets.

“How was that?” he asks you a few minutes later. You squeeze his hand.

“Amazing. You?”

“Amazing.” he has a huge grin on his face as he slowly gets up from the bed and walks into the bathroom. You hear him turn on the shower and when he comes out, you’re staring at him affectionately.

“Come on,” He blushes from the attention– which is strangely endearing, given what you just did– and helps you up. The whine that escapes your throat makes him chuckle. “You need to get cleaned.”

“I know.” you mumble softly. He positions you in front of the mirror to look at your reflection as he undoes the collar around your neck and kisses your shoulder.

“I’m gonna put this away.” He leaves the bathroom so you can pee and then hop into the shower.

The water soothes your nerves as it falls over your head and back. As much as you wanted to just stay in bed, this feels good. And when Spencer comes in to join you under the waterfall shower, it’s more than worth it.

He cleans you between your legs and washes your hair while you lean against his chest. The steady rise and fall of it keeps you grounded, even as he kisses behind your ears and whispers sweet things.

You feel safe and warm in his embrace. When he finishes, you turn around and give him a peck on the lips. His hair is plastered to the face by the water, but it’s cute.

“What?” He chuckles.

“Nothing.” your grin gives it all away. You wouldn’t give him up, not for anything.

Use Me (Part 2)

Spencer Reid x Reader

Wedding

*Mature Contet Warning*

Use Me Part 1!

Summary: After the proposal, Spencer and Reader finally get married. On their honeymoon night, Spencer wants to return the favor to Reader. In the end they both discover a new trait of each other.

When she finally peered around the corner the earth stopped. I became deaf to all the surrounding distractions, even the music faded away. She was the only person I saw, and the only person I wished to. I couldn’t recall a more beautiful sight in my life, the sun coating her skin as if it shined solely for her, casting an angelic glow.

She looked up approaching the beginning of the aisle, her eyes darting straight to mine, knocking the air from my lungs. She smiles so warmly causing me to match, pushing the building tears of joy down my face. She couldn’t be described as less than perfect. It became strenuous to breathe at her sight, even so, she was my purpose for breathing.

With each step she took descending the aisle toward me, toward our future, toward our forever, all doubts left my body. I knew with every ounce of me this was the best decision of my life. After all my heartache and loss, I honestly lost hope of love before she restored me. For that, I would always be in her debt.

Her white dress floated over the sand effortlessly, rolling over the thrown flower peddles. Even with our family and friends standing in rows, watching as she passed, my eyes never divert from her. I scanned over her, hoping to memorize every little detail of this moment.

How gorgeous she looks, how her hair is flowing back in the breeze, how her dress hugged her perfectly, but mostly how she looked at me. If there was a physical embodiment of love; the way she looked at me was it. She looks as if I am irreplaceable, like a precious stone she adores, like I’m valuable.

^^^

Finally reaching the bottom of the aisle, still in the trance of Spencer’s eyes. Your heart couldn’t be controlled as is swelled with emotions. It beat as frantic as the breaths you kept having to remind yourself to inhale. You had waited so long for this very moment, for him, for love.

Thankfully your bridesmaid reaches for your flower bouquet, reminding you to pass it off to her. You then turn back to Spencer, him taking both of your hands in his. He promised you he wouldn’t cry so you wouldn’t make a mess of yourself, but neither of you stood a fighting chance.

The ceremony begins, but you can barely focus on anything but him. He lifts one hand slowly wiping your tears, smiling bigger than you had ever seen. However; the simple yet sweet act seems to make more tears come. You just couldn’t believe you were marrying the perfect man.

When time for the vows you thank the heavens he insists on saying his first. His hand is slightly shaky as he reaches inside his jacket pocket, retrieving note cards. You giggle softly, of course, he would write his down even with his memory. You hear him try to clear his throat, looking back up to you.

You nod reassuringly, taking in a deep breath so he would copy. He looks back down to his note card, scanning it before clearing his throat again to speak. “From the day we met, I knew you were unlike anyone else to have walked this earth. I also knew a woman of your beauty would never be interested in me..” he coughs out a laugh, the nervous tone finally leaving his voice. “But on March second three years ago, I finally built the courage to ask you to accompany me to dinner. You gave me a chance and have made my life amazing ever since. I spent my life searching for a missing piece, the piece to bring me joy, love, and comfort. You are that missing piece, the piece that completes me. I promise to love all of you, even your flawed theories.” He looks back at you smiling, everyone laughing at his words. He pauses for a moment, eyes narrowing in thought. He swiftly shoves the cards to his pocket, returning his hands to yours.

He sighs deeply staring into your eyes. “Y/N… I love you, almost to the point of insanity. The smartest thing I ever did was ask you to marry me, and even standing here I’m still shocked you said yes. You are perfect to me, and no one else will ever hold your place. No one else could ever compare to your heart, your intelligence, or how you love me. I never want to spend a day without you in my life, and I promise to stay by your side as long as you’ll let me. To make you smile every day, to take care of you, to protect you with my last breath. I can promise I won’t be perfect, but I will spend the rest of my life trying my hardest to make you happy. You deserve the world, and I hope to give it to you. I love you, and will love you for the rest of our lives.” He finally breathes finishing his vows, leaving you sobbing from his incredible words.

A tissue is passed to you, you quickly try to dab your eyes. “I knew you would do this to me.” You admit to Spencer, he always had such an incredible way with words unlike you. “You’re still beautiful” he chuckles back, smiling down at you adoringly. The crowd was in unison causing you to blush. You take a deep breath nodding that you were ready, trying not to let your emotions take over.

“Spencer. I have never felt as loved and adored than the last years of my life with you. I’ve dreamed of this day for so long, but you made the wait worth every minute because being with you feels like home. You always say you’re the lucky one, but you make me the happiest girl in the world. I promise to always strive to be the wife you deserve and your peace from the outside world. I’m forever grateful for your love, and how you accept all of me, even the parts of me I cannot love myself. You are perfect for me in every way; selfless, caring, brilliant, and very sexy…” You pause laughing. Spencer shakes his head while blushing, tears still slowly streaming his beautiful face. “…and I want you to know how much I admire you. I promise to be faithful to you, and follow you wherever life takes us. To be your best friend and cherish you always. I can’t wait to live the rest of our lives as your wife, and I hope I can make you feel as loved as you make me.” You manage to say your vows without crying too much.

“Well, I believe that says it all, do we have the rings?” The officiant announces. Spencer turns to a smiling Derek waiting with your ring. He nods to Spencer and then looks to you. Spencer takes the ring, breathing deeply. You retrieve his ring from your bridesmaid, smiling brightly at you. This is it, the final step.

The officiant continues “May these rings symbolize the promises you made today, that your love lasts as long as you wear them. Y/N do you take Spencer to be your husband?” He asks you, your stomach erupting in butterflies. You look to Spencer, still staring at you like rare art.

“I…I do” You cry out, smiling back at him. You extend your shakey hand to spencer, he gently grasps it while sliding the stunning ring up your finger. He keeps your hand, staring down at the ring with pride.

“Do you Spencer take Y/N to be your wife?” He looks up to you, eyes overflowing with emotion. “Of course I do” He responds confidently, letting your hand release to place his ring. “I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss your bride.”

Spencer takes both sides of your face, engulfing you in a mesmerizing kiss. Incredibly soft yet deliberate, making everyone else disappear, leaving only your shared passion. You finally separate to an eruption of cheers, now married your best friend.

The next hours are beautifully hectic, after your first dance, cake, the bouquet, and garter tosses, and thanking everyone for joining your perfect day; you are exhausted. Spencer and you escape to the waiting car, him carefully tucking your dress in behind you before shutting your door.

You lean into his shoulder enjoying the calmness and his warmth. “Did you have a good time love?” Spencer asks softly caressing your hair. “It was perfect.” You smile up at him, then gently kiss against his lips, still tasting the champagne from earlier. “I just didn’t think it would be so tiring.” You continue snuggling back into him. “Well, I hope you can stay awake for the rest of our celebration.” He whispers seductively in your ear, causing you to bite along the edge of your lip. “I think I can manage that.”

The ride to the hotel is only a few minutes thankfully because you were dying to get out of your dress. Spencer takes your hand as you enter the hotel, heading straight to the elevators. Once the elevator doors close he wraps you into his arms, tilting your chin up to him.

“You know I love you right?” He asks holding a serious expression. “Of course dear” You ensure him. He lowers his lips to yours, not pushing but kissing you sweetly, letting you feel his love. The chime of the door opening on your floor ends the kiss, he takes your hand again walking down the bright hall until you see a sign that says ‘congratulations’ above the door number.

“I’m guessing this is us” You gesture to the door, stopping so he can retrieve the key. He opens the door, allowing you to enter first. Your eyes have to adjust to the dim light of dozens of candles, making your breath catch in surprise.

You further discover a tray of fruits set at the end of the bed, accompanied by a bottle of body oil, and hand towels. Spencer steps closely behind you, wrapping his arms firmly around your waist. “Did you set all this up?” You ask him after taking it all in. “Mhmm” He hums, placing kisses down the slope of your neck, feeling your skin come to life with goosebumps. “You’re too sweet” you sigh loudly while exposing more of your neck to him.

“Only the best for you, Mrs. Reid” Your stomach couldn’t help but explode in more butterflies that he had kept fluttering all day. “Well thank you, Mr. Reid” You laugh softly, letting your shoulders fully relax. “Don’t thank me yet. I want tonight to be all about you. I was thinking we could start with me giving you a nice massage. Does that sound good?” He whispers against your skin, your breath becoming heavy. “That sounds amazing.”

“Mmm, then let me get you out of this dress.” He announces and gently pulls to the zipper of your dress. The dress begins to fall revealing your body slowly, letting the cool air coat your body. “You look so beautiful today. Well, you’re always beautiful, but today you’re finally all mine.” You could hear the smile in his voice, making you smile also. “Yeah, I still can’t believe it.” You admit, turning about in the pooled dress around your heels. “Me either” He smiles up to you holding the dress down for you to step out of.

You use his shoulder to balance yourself, stepping out of the dress, letting him see your white lingerie. You could see him swallow hard, his eyes shifting glossy with lust, slowly taking in your body. He quickly stood closing the space between your bodies. He captures your lips in his again, although this kiss was nothing of the one in the elevator.

You can feel his hunger grasping onto your hips like a lifeline, that only your body could save him. You had been waiting weeks for this night, both of you agreed not to have sex for a while to build the excitement of tonight, and now you want nothing more for him to take you.

“Please, Sir.” You pant against his lips, trying to draw out the inner him you so desired. He clenched his eyes harshly, pressing his forehead to yours as he released a strangled groan. “Baby don’t do that to me. I want this to be special” “This is special, you’re here.” You didn’t need anything special, you just needed him.

Even with your best plea he still doesn’t give into you. “Come on, lay on the bed.” He walks you over to the bed, you tease him slowly crawling up the cover twisting your ass in the air. The mattress is heavenly soft as you settle against the covers, feeling the bed shift as he joins behind you.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect” He groans kneading his fingers over your ass. You moan softly just at the touch, your body on pins and needles from being deprived so long. His hands travel up the bend of your spine, stopping at the clasp of your bra. He quickly unclasped it and then moving to remove your bottom set and garter.

“What do you have planned for tonight?” You ask curiosity as he finishes throwing your heels down to the ground, hitting the wood floor with a loud thud. “Well, I want to give you a massage…” His words pause as you feel a cool substance drizzled down your back making you shiver in reflex. His hands begin to spread the oil over your skin smoothly, running circles at the tight muscles.

“And then you get to choose whatever you want tonight, no rules.” He finishes his explanation, and your eyes open in surprise. “No rules?” You ask to clarify. “Mhmm” He hums now making his way to your shoulders. “What have you done with my Spencer?” You joke with him, knowing sexually he is usually very controlling.

He chuckles working back down your spine, making you moan as he worked the muscles magically. “Oh I’m still me, I just want tonight to be about you.” He whispers kissing over your shoulder sweetly. Your breath catches as his hands round your ass, gently squeezing. You couldn’t help arching for him, lifting your ass to him causing him to softly laugh again.

“Always so eager huh?” “Yes, for you” You answer through deep breaths, trying not to squirm from his touch. He groans at your words, but still passes where you want his touch most. You couldn’t decide which was more tormenting to you as he began massaging your legs.

“I think you’re trying to tease me.” “Would I do that?” He asks, sarcasm drenching his words. “I’d say you’re an expert.” You huff trying to control yourself as he slides a finger slowly down the underside of your foot. He knows how ticklish your feet are, and loves to use them against you.

“You know you love it. How you start crying because it’s too much.” He punctuates the sentence with kisses along the front of your foot, slowly moving toward your calf. “But then you still beg me for more.” He continues making your walls clench around nothing. You can tell by the raspiness in his voice he is losing his control.

“It always makes you so wet for me, my perfect little girl. Fuck.” He growls near your ear, now back hovering over your body. You whimper at his words, also reliving memories of him torturing you until you would cum. “Tell me, baby girl.” He starts, bringing his hand to rub over your ass again, dangerously close to your aching pussy.

“Are you wet for me now?” He whispers, surely enjoying the way he causes your body to shutter. Since he stated you had no rule, you could play along. “Why don’t you tell me.” His hand quickly shifts to your inner thigh, slowly tickling the soft skin as his finger slid up. A beautiful moan roars from his chest as he feels your folds, coating his fingers. “You better hurry up and tell me what you want before I fuck you into this mattress right now.”

You can barely think, let alone decide what he should do next. “I…I don’t know. You usually decide.” You breathe out honestly, hoping not to disappoint him. “Here turn over” He instructs moving beside your body. You turn to your side, noticing his still clothed state while his eyes lingered over your naked body.

“You still have on all your clothes.” You whine, apparently pulling Spencer from a sort of trance, eyes snatching back to yours. “I can fix that” he smiles sliding off the end of the bed. He turns back to watch you, starting with his tie. He removes it smoothly, then making quick work of the buttons of his shirt. His eyes never drop from yours, even as he peels off his last piece of cover, kicking the briefs to the side of the room.

Spencer strokes over his cock slowly, making his way back to the bed. You bite your lip, practically drooling over the sight. He lays back onto the bed one arm perched under his head, with an arrogant smirk as if challenging you. Putting all of himself on display to see what you would do with him.

“So we do what I want?” You ask moving slowly to close the distance between your bodies. He only nods to you in response. “But I always want whatever you want.” You pout, he honestly did always know what your body needs somehow. “No, you usually brat your way into what you want.” He chuckles and takes your hand guiding you to straddle his hips.

You gasp slightly once completely lowered, feeling his hard cock nestle against your dripping pussy. You were hardly ever on top unless as part of a punishment. “But now all you have to do is tell me, and your wish is my command.” You laugh fully this time, still not taking him seriously. He raises an eyebrow at you, seeming to come to a realization.

He moves the hand from under his head to grip your thigh, not roughly, just holding you in position. He uses the other to fold your body against him, causing your pussy to press hard against his member, bring your lips to his. You couldn’t stop how your hips rocked, the friction causes you to moan into the kiss.

“Am I going to have to force you to tell me your desires love?” He breathes into your ear, tauntingly swaying his hips, making you continue grinding on him. Your head falls into the crook of his neck, singing soft moans into his ear. The faster he moves, the wetter you become, coating his cock like sticky icing. “Come on baby girl. Or, we can just go to sleep if you don’t want anything” “No. No…Please. I wanna cum so bad.” You beg sitting up frantically. He grips your hips harder, making you grind faster over him. “Oh, you want to cum? Just tell me how you want to cum baby. You don’t have to ask permission, I’ll keep going as long as you want. You can use me tonight.”

You cry out at his words, staring down at him with doe eyes. He smiles at your surprised reaction, but he had never done this before. You think for a moment until you settle on something you had been wanting to ask for a while.

“I want your mouth” You finally give him an answer. He nods but has a disappointed look in his eyes. He gave you oral sex regularly. “Okay lay on your back for me.” “No, I want to sit on your face.” You bravely request, enjoying the pleasantly surprised look he gives you.

As if he was being timed, he rushes to lift your thighs, practically tossing you toward his face. He wiggles until nestled perfectly between your thighs, kissing along your inner thighs. He finally licks a slow strip up against your center, causing you to gasp gripping into his curls. “Move baby, make yourself feel good.” Spencer mutters between your legs.

You oblige swirling your hips rhythmically, becoming lost in the pleasure of his tongue. “Fuck. Right there!” You scream feeling your thighs squeeze around his head. It had been so long since you had any sort of pleasure, you knew you were going to cum quick. Especially with how Spencer rolled his tongue over your nerves, not changing his speed or technique, but constantly building to your climax.

You look down between your legs, finding his dark lust-filled eyes staring up your body just able to watch your face as he ruined you. Your mouth gapes, a silent scream catching in your throat, legs shaking around him. Spencer knew that face too well, pulling down on your legs so you couldn’t escape his pleasure.

“Oh my gosh. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I… Fuck Spencer” You chant until your voice fades into a high pitch moan, now rocking wildly on your husband’s beautiful face, drawing out every ounce of pleasure you could. You manage to slow your breathing, as Spencer laps up the last of the wet mess he caused. He slides you back down to his lap sitting up to face you; his lips and chin glistening from your arousal. You smile weakly, pressing your foreheads together.

“That was amazing.” “Mmm, was it?” He brags, knowing how skilled he is with his mouth. “Oh shut up” You giggle but then freeze realizing what you said. His eyebrows lifted surprised as well, you swallow the lump that instantly formed on your throat. “I’m sorry, Sir.” You immediately apologize. “I said no rules right.” He replies, but you could see how he itched to punish you. “Oh okay.” You nod, sighing in relief.

“So what next?” He asks placing soft kisses across your collar bone. You whimper, tangling your hand through his soft locks trying to think. Then a perfect idea hits you. You smirk defiantly at him, biting at the corner of your lip. Him instantly reading you “What are you about to do?” He asks with caution. “Don’t worry baby nothing crazy…” You begin trailing your fingers down his chest until you reach the start of his neatly trimmed hair at his pelvis. “I just figure since I don’t have any rules, I’ll do a little teasing myself.”

His eyes grew large as you took his beautiful dick in your hand, spreading the drops of precum over his tip, making his breath hitch. He eagerly lunged to your lips, groaning against your lips as your hand began stroking him slowly. You relish in the rare moment, hardly ever are you allowed to pleasure him freely.

“Touch me” You huff dividing your lips, gazing into his eyes swimming with desire and need. His hand darts between your leg, instantly finding your clit, massaging in precise circles. Your previous orgasm left your body overly sensitive, taking no time for his fingers to start building you to crash again.

“Make me cum again Spencer” You cry out pressing your forehead to his again, still stroking him. He nods, holding the intense stare between you, feeling his breath fan against your face. You try to hold it, but it was too intense. His gorgeous warm eyes, pleasuring each other simultaneously, all made you shutter cumming on his fingers, not taking your eyes off his as it washes over you.

“Fuck baby girl, I love you so much.” Spencer moans, with his hands now scratching against the skin across your spine, kissing you wildly. “I love you more” You counter tugging at his hair again, loving the little whimper you caught, unlike any sound you’ve ever drawn from Spencer.

“Something wrong, pretty boy?” You whisper in his ear, knowing it’s a name you’ve been forbidden to use. His nails push harder into your skin, causing you to moan. “Just remember tomorrow is my night love…and I always get even.” He warns. Well, you should at least make it worth it.

“I’ll take my chances.” You smirk at him, quickening the pace of your wrist. You feel him twitch in your hand as he groans out again. “You’re about to…Fuck Y/N. I’m gonna cum.” His eyes rolling back. You shock yourself and Spencer with your next word.

“No” His eyes lock instantly to yours, his expression was priceless. “Wh…What?” He pants heavy. You lift to your knees, tightening your grip in his hair and pulling to make him have to look up to you. Using all your confidence to keep the dominant demeanor, you repeat the phrase he had told you so many times directly into his ear.

“You do not cum until I allow you.” You weren’t the only one full of surprises tonight. “Please” He whispers staring up at you with blown eyes, sweat glistening across his skin. You slowed for a moment, never expecting this side of Spencer. He looked so beautiful with pleading eyes, at your mercy. “I don’t know. Should I let you?” You smile, watching all his muscles tighten trying to obey, panting heavily with pleading eyes.

“I…I please…Can’t hold it.” He whimpers loudly gripping onto you tighter. “Cum for me baby” You purr deciding he had endured enough. He sobs out as his warm liquid explodes, landing on your stomach as you gently work him down from the high.

You grab a hand towel from the table to wipe your stomach, then throw it to the floor returning your attention to Spencer. “Just wait until tomorrow.” He laughs still taking deep breaths. “Shut up. I’m not done with you.” You demand pushing him flat to his back to straddle him again. “Yeah?” He chuckled still finding you amusing, but frankly, it insulted you.

So much so that you decided to punish him, and you had learned from the best. Your hand slapped across his handsome face before you had time to second guess your action. Spencer sounded a small gasp as his head lashed to the left hitting the pillows, soft in contrast to your hand. You did manage to control the harshness of the slap, successfully leaving a light red mark, but not hurting him.

Spencer’s eyes grew wide not expecting the quick movement “Y/N, what are…” He started but you interrupt him with another slap. “I didn’t say you could speak.” He groans once again, but you made sure to note the way his hips rut up against your core. You decide to agonize him a little farther, grinding against his dick with sharp glides of your hips.

“I’m not so cute and laughable now huh?” You taunt, watching him begin to pant, trying to move his hips along with yours to receive any pleasure. “I…I’m sorry” He moans gripping into your hips as the meeting place of your bodies becomes slick from your arousal.

“I don’t think so, I want you to beg me. Tell me what you want, remember? Beg!” You bark with a tone you didn’t know you possessed, and spencer certainly did not by his body shivering at your words. “Baby please, I need to fuck you.” “You can do better than that sweet boy” You purr moving down his neck, lightly licking against his earlobe.

“Fuck, I need your tight little pussy baby girl, please. I need to feel you around my cock, it’s been so long. Fuck, just please.” Spencer whined loudly, begging you with his best pleading eyes.  You moan out also not being able to control yourself through much more of this. You sink onto him, gradually filling your wet entrance until you couldn’t take anymore.

“Shit you feel so amazing” Spencer praises watching you ride him, slowly building your pace. “Ugh, you’re so big, fill me so good.” You cry tugging at your hardened nipples, while Spencer supported your hips to help you go faster.

You were getting so close, but yet still felt far off. You groan out in frustration, staring down at spencer. He smirked silently, knowing exactly what you needed, he had seen that gaze in your eyes enough to know.

“What’s wrong baby? What do you want?” He asks not hiding the cockiness laced in his voice? You could never let him win without a fight, so you delivered your final blow.  "I want my husband to make me cum all over your cock.“ You weren’t sure if it was the pleading whine of your voice, the innocent batting of your eyes, or hearing you call him husband for the first time, but the growl you heard from deep in his chest let you know he snapped before you were thrown under him. He doesn’t even pull out as he pins you under him, pushing your legs back to fuck you deeper before thrashing into you with godly force.

"Spencer!” You scream enduring his full force, feeling tears burning in your eyes. You then felt a hard slap across your face, much like the ones you delivered minutes before Spencer finally spoke. “You know my fucking name. Spencer’s gone. This is what you wanted right? For me to fuck you like the whore you are, hum?” His words made you clench even tighter around his dick, only adding to his hand clamping around your neck firmly, pushing you so close to release you could taste it.

“Yes, sir.” You manage to answer despite his hand constricting your throat. “You know…” He starts, groaning through his jaw clenched, chest heaving, desperately wanting to give you release with him. “…I like to feel your pussy cumming when I fill you up. Be a good girl…give it to me Y/N. Cum for me baby.”

Your air caught as he threw you recklessly into bliss, feeling your muscles begin to contract around him. “Yes yes yes, fuck. Such a good fucking slut for me.” He praises in your ear nestling against your body as you milked him until your orgasm eventually calmed letting him slide out gently.

“You never told me you’re a switch.” You laugh after coming back to your senses, looking over to him still glaring up at the ceiling. Spencer smiled back over to you. “Neither did you.”

Office Affair

(Spencer Reid x Reader)

*Mature content warning*

Summary: Frustrated with your sex life at home, your ex-boyfriend Spencer is willing to offer guilty, sweet relief.

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“Mrs. Y/N” A male voice announces a mispronounced version of your name behind you.“It’s Y/N” You huff, turning around to see your ass of a boss. “Yeah. I need you to work late today.” “I can’t. I have plans, and I worked late on Monday.” You argue. “And you will stay again until those files are complete. Do we have a problem?” He hisses back. This is so unfair.

“No, I’ll get it done.” You fake a smile. If you hadn’t worked so hard to get a job at the Bureau, you would give him a piece of your mind. An hour later most of the other employees slowly gathered their belongings and headed home. Including your boss.

After what seemed like years of paperwork, you heard footsteps coming closer. You glanced above your desk and there was Spencer, winking at you as he passed. You wonder what he was doing here so late and on this floor. He is your ex, you two dated when you worked on the BAU floor. He was almost the perfect boyfriend, you just couldn’t deal with the unpredictable schedule and lifestyle. He understood, and there weren’t any hard feelings between the two of you. 

You watch him walk until he is out of sight, gosh he always looked so delicious. You started going through papers again, and then almost jumped out of your skin feeling a touch upon bow of your back. You looked back over your shoulder to see no other than Spencer. “Can I help you?” You ask after catching your breath. He leaned down near your neck. “Why so tense Y/N?” His husky voice sending a shock straight to your insides.

“I’m not tense, you frightened me.” You answered his double-edged question. “If you say so dear.” He whispered into your ear, you had to bite your tongue making sure not to show any reaction. He then started walking away, you made sure he was far away enough before letting out a sigh of frustration. Focus on your work so you can leave you mumbled to yourself.

Everyone else knew him as sweet Spencer, but there was another side to him. In his romantic relationships, he was very confident, apposed to his more shy work demeanor. You still had regular flashbacks of your times with him, which made you feel terrible being married now. Even worse, you still hadn’t been able to cut your physical ties to Spencer, he just knew exactly what you needed.

You tried your hardest, clenching your thighs together, determined to keep yourself together. But all you could think about was him, you caught yourself biting your lip. It was no use. You quickly stand and walk towards the elevators, heels clicking loudly. You caught the door just before closing and step in. Spencer was standing in the corner of the elevator with his devilish smirk, you look away acting as if you didn’t see him.

“Where are you headed?” He chuckles, always so cocky. Although, he knows you get to him also. You bend over and adjusted your heel strap slowly, making sure your skirt hugged your ass tightly. You then stood and glanced over to see his eyes studying you fiercely, his amazing jawline clinched. “I’m going to the third floor.” You answered softly and pushed the button.

You got off of the elevator not looking back at him, but knowing he was watching. Once you heard the elevator doors close you hurried to the abandoned office to get ready. You position yourselfagainst the desk, removing your hairpin letting it fall. You knew he would come, he always did.

Just as you thought a few minutes later the door opens, he shut and locked the door all while not taking his sight off of you. He slowly started walking forward, rolling up the sleeves of his collared shirt. You could feel your panties becoming damp, just from his stare.

Spencer stopped inches from you, then leaned forward resting his hands on the desk, boxing you in. He leaned in, barely letting his lip brush your ear. “Was that you’re way of being amusing?” He asks sharply, your body tenses, eyes clamping shut at his tone. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. ” “Hmm…is that so.” He whispers sending more chills down your spine.

You then felt his hand firmly grip your thigh through your skirt causing you to jump. “Don’t act like you didn’t bend over in this little tight skirt on purpose, you wanted me to come down here.” “You followed me.” You smarted back “We both know why you came down here. Why you’re so tense. I bet you’re already wet just from me barely touching you” He tightened the grip on your thigh with every word, him talking like that always made your body tremble. You hated that he was right, and he knew it.

“And what if I did.” You challenge back, magically you were still somewhat keeping your composure. “Well, then you know what you have to do.” You couldn’t believe he was so full of himself, actually, he was always like this in these tense situations. You had seen this side of him a few times while dating, but it still always took your breath away, because it was so different from his sweet and shy personality. You loved both sides. 

 "No" You spat quickly, enjoying the game you two always played. “Then I’ll just make you beg.” He growls and burrowed his lips into your neck, causing you to let out a moan instantly. He lifts, sitting you on the desk, pushing your legs apart roughly causing your skirt to rise. You pull him closer to you meeting his lips, his kisses were so dominant. Everything about him was dominant when he got you alone. You needed a man like that.

Still kissing you he slowly unbuttoned your top, exposing your body to him. He parted from you to glance down at your body, licking his lips like a starved animal. “Did you wear this for me, baby?” He asked admiring your very thin lace bra. “Maybe. Maybe I wore it for someone else” you shrug. He stared into your eyes.

“Stand up now.” He demanded, backing off of you. Gosh yes, you loved when he told you what to do. You stand, pulling your skirt back down. “I’ll handle that.” He said and then keeled before you, yanking the skirt down to the floor. You gasp from the slight pain of the tight skirt pulling against your skin, but honestly, you didn’t mind the pain. He stared up at you now just in underwear, never taking his eyes off yours, and slowly ran his fingers up your knees, up between your thighs, and finally reaching your core. He guides his finger over the fabric. 

“Why are these soaked?” He asks smirking, you grip onto the desk trying not to give in. He pulled down your wet panties and pulled them over your heels. “Mmm, I love you standing in front of me naked, all soaked for me.” He huffed, staring at your most private parts. Damn it, he made you feel so wrong but so right at the same time.

“What do you want Y/N.” He asks still kneeling below you. "I didn’t say I wanted anything.“ "I think you do, why else would you come to the 3rd floor?” He said softly and began kissing the inside of your thigh. “Oh my gosh.” You moaned out involuntarily. He inched up closer to your core, biting just to tease you. You couldn’t take much more, you needed him and he knew it. “Please.” You screamed. Without another second passing, he began devouring you, licking up all your juices. You couldn’t help but moaning his name.

“Spencer” you cried out too loud, but the way he worked your clit with his tongue was unbelievable. “That’s right, you know who’s name to scream don’t you baby.” He taunts, barely audible between your legs. You cried out as he spread your legs wider to give him more access. Your legs became weak from his pleasure, and you knew it was close. “Spencer I’m gonna cum.” You yelled, so close you didn’t care if anyone heard. Then the pleasure suddenly stopped. 

“Not yet. I’m not done with you.” He stated standing and bring his lips back to yours. You could taste yourself on his mouth, it was so hot. “Please, Spencer.” You breathed heavy. “Not good enough, please what?” Ugh, he is always like this. “Please make me cum, I need it.” You swallowed your pride. “Why do you need me to make you cum, does your husband not make you cum?”

You hesitate to answer so he plunged two fingers into you. “Ah, shit” you moaned out, letting your head fall back. “Tell me now.” He growled pumping his fingers faster than you knew possible into your soaked folds. You gripped onto his shoulders, crying out in pleasure. “Fuck yes” you scream, you were right there again. He suddenly removes his fingers and you look to see him smiling at you.

“Come on dear, just say it and I’ll make you cum just how you like.” He whispers in your ear and then trailed kisses down to your breast. He took one of your nipples in his mouth. You couldn’t help but groan at how sensitive they are now. How does he do this to you? He sucked and tugged on your nipples, making your wetness drip down to your thigh.

“Please!” You cried out, about to explode with need. He came up from your nipples. Suddenly he grabbed your hand pressing it hard against his dick. You gripped him feeling how long and so hard it was pulsing. You gulp, him still staring at you with dark eyes. You finally gave in.

“He doesn’t make me feel like you, nobody fucks me like you.” You need the release and didn’t care at this point. “That’s all you had to say, baby.” He chuckled removing his hand and then bent you over the desk. “You ready for this?” He asks still being cocky. “Yes, please fuck my pussy.” You were beyond desperate at this point. He growled in approval and roughly pounds his dick into you. You cry out feeling your insides stretched around his large size.

You grab for the desk needing something to hold from the hard pounding he was giving you. “Ah you take my dick so well Y/N” Spencer groaned. He kept a steady hard pace, killing you. “Shit, don’t stop.” You pleaded.

“Say my name.” He groans. You moaned out his name softly.  “No louder, who fucks you like this?” He grows this time fucking you even harder. You could feel your climax coming. He never lets you forget that he fucks you better than anyone else ever has.

“Spencer” you scream as he took you over the edge making your body shake from the rush. He began moaning loudly himself and then found his own release before he collapsed on top of you. After catching his breath he removed himself, you both stood feeling the tension fill the room. Neither of you liked this, but he was like a drug to you.  

“We weren’t supposed to do this anymore.” You huff after returning your clothes. “It’s not my fault your husband can’t do what I can.” He winked and you rolled your eyes before quickly leaving the room.

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