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multifandomlover01 · 6 months

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Spencer Reid x Female!Reader (AFAB is pretty explicit/reader has female anatomy)

Established Relationship

WC: ~1.5k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI Cunnilingus (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), finger sucking (female is doing the sucking), light dom/sub/switch dynamic, mention of body hair (specifically pubic hair and it’s viewed in a positive way), slight accidental dubious consent?, overstimulation, mention of a safe word but it doesn’t actually get to the point where it may need to be used, mention of unprotected sex but it’s not written, lots of pet names/terms of endearment, probably not completely realistic (including possibly OOC Spencer) but this is fanfic

Summary: After Spencer gets out of Prison, he marvels at how sensitive and receptive his SO is.

(Close enough; I haven’t actually gotten to S12 yet)

Gif credit: undertheniall

“Fuck, baby you didn’t even touch yourself while I was gone [for three months while incarcerated in a federal prison because he was framed for murder], did you? Let alone let anyone else touch you…” he murmurs against your thighs, marveling at how sensitive you were.

He kisses and nibbles your thighs before going back to lap at your pussy. You whine and shake your head, affirming that you did not in fact let anyone else touch you nor did you touch yourself.

“Such a good girl.” He mumbled against your clit, the vibrations of his hum sending waves of pleasure through you.

You gripped his still uncut hair tightly with one hand as your other hand gripped the sheets.

Spencer chuckled before continuing to kiss and lick your cunt and it just made you tremble.

“Mmm…you like that baby? You like all the attention I’m giving your neglected pussy? She missed me, I know she did. She’s so damn sensitive.” Spencer wraps his lips around your clit and the tip of his tongue circles around the bud. This causes you to moan loudly as he’s pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Spencer continues to suck on your clit as he brings one of his hands up to spread your folds apart, collecting arousal, before slowly entering them into you.

A high pitched whine escapes you, followed by his name.

Spencer’s eyes flicker up to you, his other hand coming up to brush up against your thigh and your hip, rubbing soothingly.

Your body didn’t know whether to melt or explode.

One of his hands was lovingly caressing your body while the other was buried in your cunt, the fingers curling in just the right way and in just the right spot that along with his tongue on your clit, it was sending you over the edge, your grip on his hair tightened, which only egged him on as incoherent sputtering left your lips, but it resembled a mix of his name and a few expletives.

Spencer watched your reaction as he helped you through your orgasm, gradually slowing his fingers down and removing them from you.

He chuckled as he slid up your body, kissing as he went until he got to your lips where you could taste yourself on his lips. After he kissed you passionately for a few moments, he pulled away and held his fingers to your lips.

“Open, baby.” His tone and eyes and demeanor were soft and comforting, leaving room for argument if you wished to do so, but you complied with his orders immediately and as soon as your mouth was open, he was sliding his fingers inside.

“Close and suck.”

You obeyed, closing your lips around his fingers and sucking your own arousal from them.

He watched you intently with an expression of immense love as you sucked on his fingers. You released them with a soft pop and he leaned over to grab a wet nap to sanitize them.

“Do you think you can give me more, baby? I think that’s the quickest I’ve ever been able to make you achieve an orgasm. I’d like to give you more.” His eyes looked at you pleadingly but he held back on his begging (for now), knowing that he didn’t want to make you feel like you had to do anything you didn’t want to do. His tone and expression again gave room for argument but you once again complied, nodding your head and giving him a dopey sleepy smile.

“Thank you, angel, thank you.” He said, truly grateful, as he kissed your forehead and your temple and your cheeks and your lips before settling one hand back between your legs, his fingers playing with the hair above your clit that was more trimmed and cut than the last time he felt it.

He kissed the side of your head, then leaned down to kiss your neck as his hand slide down over your clit again, rubbing it in slow circles.

“I know it’s technically easier to eat you out with your hair down there being trimmed or shaved even but I kinda missed your bush, hon. Can you grow your hair out for me down there? I miss your soft curls against my face.” He murmurs against your neck as he kisses up and down it, leaving love bites and occasionally nipping at your earlobe. All the while his fingers are still rubbing lazy circles over your clit as you lean your head against his shoulder and sigh and moan softly, completely blissed out already.

“Baby? Can you grow your hair out for me?” He pulls away from your neck and you almost whine at the loss even though his fingers haven’t left your clit.

You had completely forgotten to answer his question. You turn towards him to nod, feeling too engrossed in the feeling of his fingers on your clit to respond verbally to him.

Spencer chuckled in response to both your response to his question and your reaction to him what he was doing to you. “Good girl.” He kissed your temple before going back to kissing and nibbling your neck as he continued to rub at your clit, falling into a steady rhythm that had a gradually increasing pace.

Your breathes become shorter as he continues, he’s quickly working you to a second orgasm.

“S-Spencer…please…” you pant out as you grasp his shoulder and then his neck, looking for anything to ground you to reality in your current state. Spencer takes your hand in his.

“It’s ok, baby, I’m here. You’re alright.” He starts to kiss along your jaw and your cheek, working his way to your lips.

“Let go for me, sweetheart, let go, can you do that for me?” He murmured against your lips.

You whine against him, bucking your hips up involuntarily into his hand, which makes him press his arm into your body slightly to hold you steady.

“It’s ok. You’re ok. Let go. Come for me, love, come for me.” His voice is low and raspy against your lips as his fingers work feverishly at your clit, rubbing tight fast circles against it. You press your lips against his as you slide your hands up his neck and face and into his hair to grip it lightly as you come undone for him again. He gradually slows down again, working you through it, kissing you all over your face as he does so, murmuring things such as “I love you”, “you’re so good for me”, and “such a sweet girl” against your skin as he goes.

You come down from your high, your chest heaving. You had come for him twice in what you were pretty sure was about fifteen minutes, which was a record for us, you were also sure.

Spencer is kissing your neck again, his left hand fumbling around for another wet nap on the night stand to sanitize his right hand.

“Can you give me more, baby?” Spencer murmurs against your neck.

“I uh I dunno, Spence…” You say hesitantly, already feeling exhausted.

“Come on, love, please, I know you can. You’ve missed me and my touch for three months. Your body aches for me like mine does for you. You have at least one more in you, sweetie, come on, please, let me make you come again, I wanna make you come again.” Spencer sounds so needy and it’s a switch from the soft dominant position he had taken earlier. You had forgotten how easily the two of you could indeed switch back and forth between being dominant and submissive.

“I…I can try but…you might make me cry.” You say, knowing that you were already sensitive and that you sometimes cried if you got overstimulated, which was a very real possibility right now.

“I promise I’ll take good care of you afterwards, I just really wanna make you feel good, baby, I’ve missed you so much, please let me make you feel good.” Spencer murmurs as his face is buried in your neck. He’s full on pleading now, caring less about being perceived as selfish or manipulative (which you do not perceive him as).

You cannot deny that you missed him too so you agree because you trust him to take care of you.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, I promise I’ll take good care of you.” Spencer kisses all over your face. He pulls away to look you in the eyes, cupping your face with his hand. “If you need me to stop, just say so and I will, I swear. You can say stop or red or you can even safe word, you remember our safe word, don’t you, baby?”

You smile and nod. “Pineapple.”

Spencer grins before kissing you. “Good girl. Did you get new condoms?”

“If you’d like to use them, yes, I did.”

“If?” Spencer looks at you, a twinkle in his eyes as the purposeful wording is not lost on him. “You don’t want me to use one? Cause I’ll use one if you want me to.” Spencer is fumbling with the nightstand drawer where the condoms are kept and where there is a fresh pack.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You shrug.

“Baby, I’m asking you.” Spencer stops fumbling with the condom box and turns his attention to you. “Do you want to have unprotected sex?

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