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SWEETER THAN DREAMS — spencer reid

In which Spencer helps you make your wet dream come true.

genre smut (18+) cw established relationship, consensual somnophilia, groping, grinding, male masturbation, kinda perv!spence, tit play, oral (f receiving), p in v wc 3,2k a/n this turned out a lot sweeter and cuter than i expected it to be (still hot though) (hopefully) let me know if you enjoyed it! kinkfest: somnophilia

Spencer wasn’t made for summer weather. He hated how stuffy and thick the air felt. How it seemed to cling onto him, warming his skin like his sweater vests used to do during winter.

Getting through the day was difficult enough, but the nights? Those were horrendous.

You had bought him a cooling pillow, knowing how much he struggled in bed. In theory, it should work. They were made of a phase changing material, similar to the ones NASA invented for the temperature fluctuations of astronauts, but it seemed like the one you bought was a total scam. Or maybe he was so hot that he burned right through the fabric.

He turned his pillow over for the millionth time that night. He kept still as he lay on his back, staring at the ceiling and listening to the peaceful sounds of your sleeping in an attempt to find rest again.

For a minute, it seemed to work. He even closed his eyes, ready to drift off, but then his eyes shot open when he heard a small noise coming from you.

He tilted his head on the pillow, eyes adjusting to the dark room as your figure slowly materialized.

“You okay?” He whispered, carefully reaching out to brush a sticky strand of hair from your forehead.

You responded with another soft whine, followed by a small moan.

Spencer sat up straighter, slightly hovering over your form. “Having a nightmare, baby?”

He leaned in to press a kiss to your face, and that’s when he noticed it: you were burning up. You hadn’t mentioned being bothered by the heat before, probably seeing no use to it after his endless complaints. His stomach churned in guilt.

“Let’s get these blankets off of you, okay? It’ll help,” he speaks to you, although he doubted you heard him.

Carefully, so as not to disturb you, he pulls the thick material away. His hand stops mid-motion, swallowing when he reveals your naked upper body. It’s then that he notices your top and pajama pants are thrown in a heap on the floor, probably having taken them off in the middle of the night.

Enticed by curiosity, he pulls the blanket further down, and indeed, he finds you to be completely naked. The curve of your ass and the length of your legs are bare, covered only in a light layer of sweat.

For a moment he doesn’t know what to do. He just takes you in, counting every freckle on your skin. It’s not the first time he’s seen you naked, far from it, but he usually sees you naked when having sex. And with sex comes him being too horny to take his time. Sure, he worships you and pays attention to your body. But it’s not like this. Now he has all the time in the world to just look at you.

Or, well, that was his plan before his cock started stirring in his pants.

Morning wood isn’t a rare occasion for Spencer. When he’s on his own, he’s a restless sleeper. It’s inevitable that all his moving and turning around leads to the stimulation of rubbing himself against the mattress. Not forgetting to mention the dreams of you. When he’s with you, though, there are other things plaguing him, like the warmth of your body, the sweet scent of your hair. He’s pulled in like a moth to the flame, and it’s only natural that his length stiffens when it’s pressed against the plush curve of your ass.

He’d often wake with your plump lips wrapped around his cock. Tongue swirling around the head before pulling back with a giggle. It was his favorite way to wake up, but he had never returned the favor. You’re so lucky, you know that? I spoil you too much, you had commented after one of your morning sessions. Your tone was playful, but he could tell there was a hidden annoyance.

It’s not like he didn’t want to return the favor. Jesus, there was nothing he wanted to do more than to wake you by making you come all over his tongue. His cock, even. But his mornings were either a rush to get to Quantico, or he was so fast asleep in your arms that you awoke before him.

But a situation like this has never occurred. Maybe he could—

Another small sound left your lips. “Spence.”

No.

You having a nightmare is not the moment.

Still, he could touch himself. Right?

There was not a lot of time to ponder over the decision, his hand already having made its way under his loose pajama pants, gripping his shaft tightly.

He hissed at the touch, his cock feeling hot and heavy in his fist as he tightened his hold around himself.

His head fell back onto the pillow, tilting his face to take you in. Your lips parted as you breathed softly (a sound Spencer couldn’t hear because of how hard his heart was beating in his chest), your chest rose and fell in the same gentle manner, and Spencer’s gaze fell to your breasts. He let out a grunt, seeing how your nipples stood perfectly peaked despite the warmth of the room.

With slow strokes, Spencer moved his hand along his length. All the tension and frustrations of the day melted away under his fingertips as he felt himself sink deeper into the mattress.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he muttered to the silence, swiping his thumb over his slit, coating the digit in precum.

He grew into a rhythm, intently watching you while pumping his cock. Every time you moaned or let out a small whine, he groaned in response, closing his eyes and imagining your moans were ones out of pleasure. It felt like he was dreaming, a dream so real he could almost reach out and touch it. But the only person who was dreaming was you.

Whatever fantasies were playing in your head, they led you closer to Spencer. He actually shuddered when the bare skin of your back made contact with the expanse of his chest. You hummed, wiggling your ass against his thighs and nudging further into him. Spencer gasped, fisting his hands to keep himself from pulling you flush against where he needed you most. He softly whined, cock aching in desperation now that he had removed his hand. A mirrored sound came from you, and he noticed the frown on your face and the pout on your lips.

You always wanted to be held, and your body instantly notices when he doesn’t have his arms wrapped around you. In no universe would he be able to deny your needs, so with a small sigh — one that started as resignation but he breathed out in content — he pulled you in. A sweet hum left your chest as he pressed a kiss to your collarbone.

Momentarily, he believed that he could forget about his situation. But you kept making those sweet, little sounds and rolling your hips into him.

“Baby,” he cried against your neck. “Can’t resist myself when you do that.”

He nipped at the curve of your neck, palm splayed flat across your stomach as he moved his thumb in soothing circles.

You wiggled in his grasp, legs moving around until you locked them around the covers. It was then that he noticed that your restlessness wasn’t a result of the heat, nor a result of needing his closeness, but a move you made out of pure desire.

With your thighs wrapped around the sheets, you start grinding your pussy. Moans tumbled from your lips each time you rubbed your swollen clit against the fresh cotton.

Spencer watched, slack-jawed, as you got yourself off right in front of him.

“Mhm, Spence—“

His brain finally caught up, and he let out a deep sound of longing, tightening his hold around you.

His hand trailed up from your stomach to your breast, firmly squeezing the skin. “My sweet girl, is this what you wanted?”

He watched the way you bucked your hips. A shiny, wet spot has formed on the cloth between your thighs.

Spencer tested the waters, twisting your nipple with his thumb and pointer finger, enticing you to sweetly moan his name.

“That’s right,” he hummed, attaching his pink lips to your neck. “It’s me. Even in your dreams you know that it’s only me who can make you feel this good.”

Spencer rasps his light stubble against you as his kisses make their way down the slope of your neck. He darts his tongue out at your sensitive spots, applying a wet pressure and heightening your senses by blowing gently on the skin.

You whined, arching your back into him. It was so easy to turn you around, pin you down on your stomach, and slide his throbbing cock into your warmth. But then he’d make the situation about him again, and today was all about pleasing you.

The bed creaked underneath you as Spencer hovered on top of you, placing a knee on each side of your body. He unlocked your legs that were wrapped tightly around the covers, groaning loudly seeing how your pussy glimmered in your wetness. It had dripped down your inner thighs, creating a reflection in the dark room, guiding Spencer precisely to where you needed him most.

Carefully — so not to wake you — he changed positions, lowering himself on his stomach in between your thighs while placing your legs on top of his shoulders. Your body easily obeyed, feeling light in his arms as he held you by your hips and scooted you forward.

He licked his lips, fighting the urge to attach them to your pussy and not stop until you’ve come on his tongue. Twice.

Instead, he diligently trailed a finger over your folds. He watches you clench around nothing, lifting your hips in search of more.

“Not yet, angel,” he teased. “Let’s warm you up first.”

His words were ironic due to the fact that it was the heat that had gotten you to this point.

Spencer traced his lips over your inner thighs, mapping out a road and marking his favorite locations by leaving red and purple bites, until he eventually reached his destination.

“Jesus, baby,” he muttered as he spread your folds open with his pointer fingers, revealing your aching cunt. Your clit stood swollen, begging for attention, and your labia looked just as puffy from your earlier ministrations against the blanket.

Driven by desire, Spencer stuck his tongue out and firmly lapped your clit. You twisted in the sheets, legs pulling up and a whine leaving your mouth.

“It’s okay,” Spencer cooed, placing a soft kiss on the bud. You moaned at that, a sweet, gentle sound, and he repeated the action until your body relaxed under his touch. Spencer drew lazy circles on your hips as his lips kissed you all over, coating his chin in your wetness as you got more and more excited.

Then, he tried again: tongue flicking out to tease your clit. This time a little whimper falls from your throat, and you keep your legs spread open. Spencer hums in satisfaction, circling the nub once more before closing his lips around it, gently sucking.

There was no sweeter sound than the moans you made. No sweeter taste than the honey that dripped out of your needy hole. With a groan, Spencer curved his knee on the mattress, the other leg still lying flat as he found himself in the perfect position to get off: his cock rubbing against the sheets every time he pulled himself up to drag his tongue over your folds.

“Spencer,” you murmur, your feet locking over his back.

He looked up at your face with hooded eyes, catching the fluttering of your eyelashes. You were waking up.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he spoke ever so softly, as if he wasn’t ravishing your cunt just a second before.

Little by little, you gained consciousness. You blinked. Once. Then twice. And then your lips curved up in the most lovable smile Spencer had ever seen.

“Good morning to me,” you breathed out in a pleased tone.

Spencer laughed, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Good morning, angel.”

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” you groan playfully, your hands tangling into his brown locks and pulling him in as you lift your hips.

“Not gonna,” he whispered, his mouth finding your pussy again.

A warm sensation spreads through your body, the feeling igniting sparks in the places you’re most sensitive. Spencer was so, so good at this, and with your mind still feeling sleepy, there was nothing to overthink. You could just lie down, accept the pleasure, give yourself over to the feeling, and let go.

Your orgasm doesn’t come in one smooth, long wave but in several shakes of your body, each one pulling you under more. Your toes curl around his back, the back of your head presses into the pillow underneath you, and cries of his name leave your lips as you grab fistfuls of his hair.

“Oh, that was so nice,” you giggle as you catch your breath.

Spencer returns your smile, sitting up on his knees and carefully taking your shaking legs off of his shoulders. Looking at his frame, you catch the length of his cock that’s proudly standing up. His tip shines an angry red, making you imagine how long he’s waited to take you.

With a firm grip, Spencer bends your knees and presses your legs toward your chest. The curve of your ass is slightly lifted off the mattress, and your pussy is on full display as your boyfriend hovers over you.

“Not done with you yet,” he announces and takes hold of his cock before rubbing the thick head over your folds.

With your cunt still soaking wet, it didn’t surprise you when he accidentally slipped in.

“Oh, angel,” Spencer whined. He folded you double by pressing his hands harder on your knees, giving him access to smoothly thrust into you.

In an instant, you had your hands on his face, pulling him in and roughly meeting his lips. Spencer didn’t waste any time, invading your mouth with his tongue, quickly dominating yours. Eagerly you returned the kiss. It was sloppy, not only the kiss, but the whole occurrence. Your whines matched the wet slaps of skin against skin, the rustling of the sheets sounded just as soft as the moans that tumbled from his lips, and the creaking of the bed frame added as a background noise to the melody that you created.

He slightly pulls back, his mouth attaching to your neck before a disappointed groan can leave your lips.

His hot breath tickles your ear. “What did you dream of?”

In hazy flashes, the memories in your mind returned, showing pictures of dreams where Spencer’s body was entangled with yours. “You.”

Spencer moaned, muffling his own longing sound by grazing his teeth against your ear. “And what did I do?”

Apparently it was possible to get more turned on than you already were.

“You… hmpf… you woke me up like this. With your mouth on me.”

His eyes searched for yours, hazel irises turned dark. “Yeah?”

You nod your head into the pillow. “And then you fucked me,” you recalled, letting your nails roam over his back. “Fucked me so deep, Spence.”

“Fuck,” he breathed out, and you could feel his cock twitch inside of you. He swallowed, leaning back and adjusting your legs so that they were wrapped around his torso. Then he leaned back in, his cock sinking into you.

“Like this?”

A sharp cry escaped your throat, feeling Spencer fill you up to the hilt. His hot body pressed against yours, your soft breasts embracing his solid chest.

“Y-yeah, like that. Fuck, that feels good.”

His thrusts are minimal. He wants to stay inside of you. Can’t even handle the idea of pulling his hips back before he dives back in. Instead, he grinds himself into you, rubbing that sweet spot inside of your pussy over and over again.

“I touched myself to you,” he admitted sheepishly, eyes locked onto yours as his curls fell over your face.

“You just— you looked so beautiful. You look so beautiful,” he corrects. “Couldn’t help myself.”

It was easy to picture: his large hand wrapped around his cock, thumb stroking the head in the way he likes so much. Hips bucking into the air. His teeth biting down on his bottom lip, turned pink and plump, trying to swallow his sounds of pleasure. Next time you’ll pretend to be asleep just so you can catch a glimpse of that.

“Did you know you moaned my name?” He asked in a groan, heart fluttering at the memory.

“Studies proved that dreams show a subconscious reflection of how you feel about a person.” He pressed his forehead to yours, looking at you in full awe. “Means so much to me, angel. That you think so well of me.”

“You are good, Spence,” you affirm. Tears pricked in your eyes because of the intimacy. “You are so good to me.”

He nodded, believing you, and then locked his lips with yours. You clenched around him in response, resulting in him pounding into you faster. He reached for your hands, intertwining your fingers, and then placed them above your hand, keeping the both of you grounded as you got lost in the heat of the moment.

At some point you had lost your ability to kiss him back, your lips too busy singing a melody of moans. That didn’t stop Spencer from kissing you, though. He had kissed the side of your mouth, his kisses then trailing to your chin and eventually ghosting over your neck. You felt him everywhere. He had enveloped all your senses, and besides that, your mind was fully consumed by him and the growing heat that flamed deep in your core.

Your nails dug into his skin, creating crescent moon indents as a reminder of tonight.

“Coming,” you gasped. You arched into his grasp, feeling like you were levitating as your orgasm washed over you.

Your vision was hazy, but you could make out the way Spencer’s mouth opened, the way his eyebrows scrunched. Your hearing was muffled, but you could understand his cries of your name. Your body felt numb, but you could feel his warm release filling you up.

Spencer’s legs gave out, and he gently let his head fall onto your chest, covering you up with his messy, sweaty curls.

You detached your fingers from his, wiggling them around to relax them from his tight grasp. When you got some feeling back in them, you used the back of your hand to gently caress his face.

“Should’ve returned the favor sooner,” he murmured, placing a kiss to the side of your breast.

You let out a breathy chuckle. “Don’t worry about it. This really made up for it.”

He tilted his head to look up at you, his hair tickling your chest. “Oh, we’re not done yet, angel. Just catching my breath.”

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emmerwrites · 2 months ago

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“Slanging that thang” I’m crying 😭

HAVE YOU EVER TRIED THIS ONE? - S.R x Reader

About: Spencer discovers a few new positions and wants to test which one makes you moan the loudest.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, praise, multiple positions, goofy sex, fluffy sex, in order the positions are the captain, the anvil, and the pretzel.

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: Proofread and border by @esote-rika i hope you guys enjoy this fic!! please let me know your thoughts heehee

Reading truly does help expand the mind. The words come together on a page so artistically, allowing the reader to have interest in what is being told. Spencer adored reading. It was one of, if not his absolute, favorite hobby to indulge in. There was always something to see, something to explore, and something to learn. Immersing himself into a different world as he reads was one of Spencer’s favorite pastimes, especially because reading didn’t take him too long anyways so it wouldn’t affect his day-to-day activities. Holding a physical book or article was always better for Spencer. He didn’t need computerized bullshit to read unlike some in today’s society.

When scrounging around in a new bookstore that recently came into town, Spencer found a book that was particularly interesting. Titled “The Best Ways to Do It,” Spencer read the back of it and was immediately intrigued. It was a book about sex and all the different positions to maximize pleasure for the receiver. And Spencer was all about giving you pleasure so it was safe to assume that Spencer bought it.

The next day, you went to work while Spencer had a day off. So, he spent a solid ten minutes reading the book in its entirety. To say he learned quite a bit would be an understatement. He knew sex was very versatile. The different ways to give and receive pleasure, the way bodies react to said pleasure, and how exploration was super important in sexual dynamics. You had taught him a lot. Prior to being with you, Spencer was nothing more than a sad pathetic virgin whose partner was his right hand. Now, he’s shlanging that thang every night when he’s not on a case.

The book had taught him a multitude of different sex positions. You and Spencer had always been quite adventurous with sex. With the different kinks the two of you explored together and the different ways to have sex, but the one thing that Spencer noticed was how the two of you fell into the same positions quite often. Not because it was boring or anything but because the two of you knew what brought on the most pleasure. And when Spencer read the book, he had a wonderful idea.

Why not try out a few new positions and see which one causes you to moan the loudest?

When you got home from work, you were very tense and stressed. Spencer could see it in your shoulders as you walked through the door. Spencer stood up from his spot on the couch, making his way over to you as you kicked off your shoes in the doorway. “Hey,” He greeted you, giving you a small kiss on the lips.

“Hey, handsome,” You greeted back, kissing Spencer back with a small smile as he placed his hands on your hips. “What did you do today?” You asked, leaning into Spencer’s embrace as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Not much,” He replied, placing a kiss onto your nose. “Caught up on some reading which is always nice.”

Hearing about the different books Spencer would read was always interesting to you. The way Spencer would light up and go on these tangents about topics that you aren’t very familiar with always made your heart swell in adoration. And after a long and stressful day, there was nothing more you wanted than to be brought into Spencer’s positivity. “What did you read about today?” You asked, smiling softly at Spencer.

Spencer, while his hands were still placed on your hips, began gently guiding you to the living room, smiling back at you. “Just a few old books,” He replied. “But there was one that was particularly intriguing that I think you may find interesting as well,” Spencer sat you down on the couch before taking a seat next to you and pulling you into his arms.

“Is that so?” You asked, leaning against Spencer.

Spencer hummed in response, nodding his head. “You’re so tense today,” Spencer murmured, holding you close to him. He could feel the stress radiating off of your body, the type of stress that truthfully only had one cure. Luckily for Spencer, he already knew what he wanted to do to you.

“Today was hard,” you sighed, resting your head on Spencer’s shoulder. “Nothing particularly bad. It was just long and stressful,” you clarified.

Spencer kissed your temple, a sign of understanding. He lowered his head, enough to press kisses onto your jawline. “Do you want me to take your mind off of it?” He said between kisses.

You couldn’t help the breathless chuckle that escaped your lips as you moved your head to the side, giving Spencer more access to your neck. “Yes, please,” you breathed out.

Spencer gave you a small smirk as he placed his fingers underneath your chin and gently moved your head to look at him. He leaned in and grazed his lips against yours before firmly kissing you. Kissing Spencer never failed to turn you on. He always kissed you as though he needed you to breathe. It was passionate, intimate, and hungry, while also maintaining a softness, a tenderness that showed you that his care for you.

You maneuvered yourself so that you were sitting on Spencer’s lap, careful to not break the intense kiss the two of you were sharing. Spencer placed his hands on your hips, holding you firmly while you placed your hands on his shoulders.

His hands slipped underneath your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin. A shiver went down your spine at the sudden coldness of his fingertips against you. Spencer broke the kiss, his lips leaving yours. “You know,” he said breathlessly. “I did, in fact, read something interesting today.”

You quirked an eyebrow at your boyfriend. It was indeed a weird time to mention something Spencer had been reading, especially when he had a hot girl in his lap, looking to get her rocks off. “Oh?” You said, both confused and intrigued at the same time. “Is that so?”

Spencer nodded his head with a small hum of approval. “You see, it was a book about certain…positions,” he muttered before licking his lips as he looked at you. “And so, I came up with a very scientific experiment that I think you’d like to try out.” The sparkle in Spencer’s eyes indicated that he was feeling mischievous as he smirked at you.

You smirked back, tilting your head to the side slightly. “And what may this experiment be, Doctor?” You asked seductively, moving your right hand from Spencer’s shoulder to the nape of his neck. You lightly played with his hair, knowing just how much that teased him.

Spencer gave a low chuckle mixed with a low moan. “Why don’t we try a few of these positions and see which one makes you moan the loudest?” He whispered hotly, his breath fanning over your lips once more.

“Mmm,” you replied, the smirk still on your lips as you leaned in, pressing your lips against his for just a moment. “I think that sounds like fun,” you purred, kissing him once more.

Spencer grinned as he lifted your shirt, taking it off of you. You allowed him to do so, lifting your arms to make it easier. Spencer threw the material somewhere, not caring where it landed. He pulled you closer to him, planting his hands on your sides as he leaned in to kiss you again. “You’re so beautiful,” Spencer breathed against your lips.

“No you,” You replied goofily.

A soft rumble of a chuckle came from Spencer as he continued to kiss you. His hands began to move along your sides, feeling you up. The two of you moved in sync, kissing each other hungrily. Spending the day stressed and coming home to your boyfriend wanting to fuck you in multiple positions was the best way to let out all the pent up tension you felt inside of you and you were excited to see what Spencer had in store.

The two of you eventually moved from the couch to the bedroom, void of your top and bra while Spencer no longer had his shirt on, still attached to each other’s lips. As the two of you stood in the bedroom, clawing at one another in an intense makeout session, Spencer’s hands went to your pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped them, allowing the material to loosen. You moved your hands from Spencer’s chest to your pants. You pulled them down along with your panties, trying to keep your kiss with Spencer as you stepped out of them.

Spencer’s hands immediately grasped your ass, pulling you closer to him as he groped the flesh. His lips moved from yours to your cheek before kissing down your jaw and to your neck. You felt his tongue run along the vein on your neck, causing you to gasp and shiver. He began to nip at your skin as he left small marks. Spencer knew your body better than you could ever know it yourself. The way he felt you up and made his mark on you never failed to turn you on more than you could even fathom.

His left hand traveled along your skin, moving from your butt to your hip and to your cunt. It was slow and deliberate, as though he were teasing you. And indeed, Spencer was teasing you. It was all part of the experiment, you see. He needs to have you hot and bothered, ready for anything he gives you as it would provide him with the best and most accurate results. Only this experiment wasn’t really factual. He just liked to gaslight himself into thinking it is.

Spencer took his middle finger and dragged it along your slit, spreading around your wetness while he continued to kiss your neck. You moaned gently, leaning into Spencer’s touch. “You’re so wet,” Spencer murmured against your skin. He began to rub your clit with his middle finger and pointer finger in circles, drawing out a moan from your lips.

“Spencer,” You whimpered, gripping his shoulder.

Spencer pulled away from your neck, looking at you with a small smirk on his lips as he pleasured you. “Haven’t even done much and you’re already whining my name?” He teased, watching the way you reacted to his fingers. And without any warning, he dipped his fingers into your hole.

You moaned a bit louder, your grip on Spencer’s shoulder tightening. Your walls clenched around Spencer’s fingers as you were surprised by the intrusion. “You can’t just not warn me,” You mentioned shakily.

Spencer chuckled, thrusting his fingers slowly to get you used to the stretch. “You can take my cock without warning but my fingers are too much?” He asked, a joking pout on his lips. “You wound me, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes. “Get over it,” You exclaimed, a small smirk on your lips that quickly vanished when Spencer curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot dead on. You whined loudly as your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. “Spencer, oh my god,” You cried out.

“That’s right, baby,” He cooed, thrusting his fingers faster. “I know it feels so good.”

You could feel yourself getting close and it hadn’t even been two minutes since Spencer started. The way he knew how to draw you close to orgasm so quickly was astonishing as you couldn’t even make yourself cum that quickly. You were whining and moaning loudly, looking at Spencer in an intense stare as he looked at you. The scene was entirely pornographic, no wonder you were so close. “I-I’m close, Spencer,” You whimpered out, still holding onto Spencer tightly. You could feel the heat pooling inside of you as your walls got tighter around Spencer’s digits. And just as you were about to cum, Spencer pulled his fingers out of you abruptly, causing you to whine in frustration.

Spencer used his other hand to put his pointer finger to your mouth, hushing you. “None of that,” He murmured as he guided you to the edge of the bed, sitting you down on the mattress. “Lie down for me,” he demanded softly, reaching for his belt buckle and undoing the leather material.

You were breathing heavily, coming down from the intense moment. You were still a bit frustrated that you hadn’t been able to finish but you knew exactly why Spencer didn’t want you to. He needed you wet, hot, and bothered in order to properly conduct this experiment of his. You watched as Spencer undid his pants and tossed them to the side, seeing the outline of his cock in his boxers.

When Spencer was completely undressed, he made his way over to you and stood at the edge of the bed. You looked up at him and pursed your lips jokingly, You were lying on the bed with your arm holding up your head. “So, my amazing doctor,” you began. “What position is up first in your experiment?”

Spencer couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him at your silliness. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be an accurate experiment, now would it?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you with a goofy expression on his face.

You snickered, your heart feeling giddy as you interacted with your boyfriend. It was nice not being so serious during an intimate time. It allowed for a comfortability and a realism that never failed to brighten your mood, all while being extremely turned on.

Spencer didn’t say anything else as he grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to him. “Are you ready, my dear?” He asked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, my schnookums,” you winked.

Spencer smirked at you as he lifted your legs into a v-shape. You held them up, realizing the position Spencer was putting you into first. You bit your lip in anticipation as he lined himself up to your cunt. He pressed his tip against your clit, causing you both to hiss in pleasure. He thrusted it a few times against your cunt, spreading your slick on his cock. “I love how wet you are for me all of the time,” Spencer said shakily, licking his lips as he looked at your glistening cunt.

You giggled breathily as you looked up at Spencer. “I can’t help it when you’re just you,” You replied smoothly.

Spencer’s lip curled as he brought his cock to your entrance, slowly sinking himself in. You let out a gasp which turned into a moan, suddenly grateful to finally be filled by your boyfriend. He watched you intensely as he bottomed out, curious as to how this position would make you feel. “You okay?” He asked, staying still for a few minutes to allow you time to adjust.

You relaxed against the mattress, still holding your legs up as you adjusted to his length inside of you. “You can move,” you confirmed to Spencer, taking in the feeling of his cock. There was a subtle pain, a stretch that, at this point, felt more pleasurable than painful.

That was all Spencer needed before he pulled his hips back and snapped them back into you. You made a high pitched noise of pleasure, gripping the sheets below you. Spencer held onto your ankles as he thrusted his hips. He slowly gained rhythm, thrusting into you a bit faster.

You moaned with each rut of his cock. The feeling of Spencer’s cock inside of you was wonderful, to say the least. The way his tip always grazed that sweet spot inside of you. And the new position was certainly fun but you couldn’t deny the fact that holding your legs up was getting tiring.

As though he could read your mind, Spencer changed the position. He placed his knees on the mattress, beneath your thighs, and rested your legs on his shoulders, careful to not remove his cock from you. The new position provided you with the ability to rest your legs.

He began moving his hips again, thrusting into you in an up-and-down motion. His cock was hitting your sweet spot dead on and allowed for him to gently thrust against your cervix. Your moans gradually became louder with each thrust as Spencer pounded into you.

“You feel so good,” Spencer grunted, moving his hands to grip your hips as he fucked you. “Wrapped around my cock all pretty.”

You whined at the praise, turning your head to the side as Spencer rutted into you. “Feels so good, Spence,” You mewled, your fingers gripping the sheets tighter than before. “Love your cock so much.”

Spencer moaned at your words, trying not to move faster than he was already going. He wanted to fuck you properly, to lose himself in you, and just make you both finish. But he also knew he wanted to drag it out, to fuck you in the other positions he had in mind. Spencer went back to moving his hips slowly. Sweat formed at his brow. He leaned forward, your legs still rested on his shoulders and his hands planted on the mattress.

In this position, you were able to put your hand on Spencer’s head and grip his hair, tugging at the strands. That action alone caused Spencer to whimper as he tried not to bust right then and there. Spencer reached for your wrist, grabbing it and bringing it down to the mattress. He moved his fingers to intertwine with yours.

“My gorgeous girl,” Spencer purred as he continued his slow but deliberate thrusts. “You’re so perfect.”

“Spencer,” you moaned softly, meeting Spencer’s eyes.

In that moment, it was just the two of you enjoying the intimacy of one another. The experiment that Spencer was “conducting” didn’t matter when you two were taking in each other. “I love you,” He breathed out, his hips stilling as he pressed himself forward to peck your lips.

The feeling of him moving forward caused you to moan louder as his cock pushed further inside of you. “I love you too,” you whimpered out.

Spencer gave you a soft smile as he pecked your lips once more. “Wonderful,” he replied before removing himself from you and moving your legs down before standing back up. You pouted at the loss of his cock inside of you but didn’t make any noise of protest, knowing it was simply due to changing positions. “Turn on your side for me,” he commanded gently.

You obeyed, turning onto your left side for Spencer. He then spread your legs, straddling your left one as he kneeled on the mattress, and eased himself back into you. Your right leg wrapped around Spencer’s waist. “This,” he breathed out. “Is called the Pretzel,” he claimed, licking his lips as he looked down at you.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Why are sex position names so unsexy?” You asked, rolling your eyes.

Spencer simply shrugged, not quite knowing the answer. It’s only recently that he began reading about sex. Perhaps he’ll find the answer at some point. Without saying another word, he pulled his hips back before thrusting back into you. You made a choked noise of pleasure.

“Feels so good, Spence,” You cried out, closing your eyes and throwing your head back in pleasure. “Love it so much.”

Spencer moaned in response, looking down at you as he fucked you. His hips moved fast, the idea of the experiment briefly getting lost in his mind as he took in the pleasure your cunt provided. “My beautiful girl,” Spencer whimpered out, unable to help the tone of voice. “Wanted to try so many other positions but oh my god,” he moaned, closing his eyes.

You sinfully moaned, the sound bouncing off of the walls of your shared bedroom. The position felt so good as Spencer was buried so deep inside of you, his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly. Spencer’s thrusts got more frantic as he could feel himself getting much closer. The thought of multiple positions left his mind completely as he focused only on you and your cunt wrapped around his cock.

The adrenaline was high between the two of you as your orgasms drew closer. “I’m so close, Spencer,” You mewled, gripping the sheets below you once more. Your abdomen felt as though a spring was being coiled tightly, begging to be released.

“Go on, princess, cum for me, yeah? Not gonna last much longer.” Spencer rasped, keeping the quick pace of his thrusts. He reached his hand down, bringing his fingers to your clit and rubbing circles on the nub.

That was all you needed before you were cursing loudly, the spring coming undone as you clenched your walls around Spencer’s cock. It was dizzying, to say the least. The feeling of Spencer’s cock mixed with his fingers on your clit had you reeling at how pleasurable it felt. That’s how you knew this position was going to become your new favorite.

Spencer’s cock pulsed inside of you as he continued to thrust his hips frantically. And with just a few more thrusts, he released inside of you with a pathetic whine.

Heavy breathing filled the air as you both came down from your orgasms. After a few minutes, Spencer pulled out and laid down next to you on your left side, allowing you both to relax against the mattress. Spencer glanced at you, seeing how you were already looking at him.

“So that one, right?” He whispered, a goofy grin on his face.

You thought for a moment, bringing your fingers to your chin in mock thought before responding. “I’m not sure,” You said, falsely pondering your options. “I think we need to go again to get conclusive data.”

Spencer laughed. “I think you’re absolutely right,” he exclaimed, moving himself back on top of you.

And it was safe to say the two of you definitely did more experimenting.

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"Where did you go?"

Pairings: Spencer Reid/ Reader- Established relationship Genre: Angst & Smut Summary: After Hankel, Spencer came back different. You know he's hiding something from you, but you're too afraid to ask, too afraid to find out the truth. Coming home in the early hours of the morning, you confront him. Warnings: MDNI!!! Drug use, lying, unprotected sex, sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism, slight body worship, porn with plot, fem receiving! head, biting, sub! spencer, men whimpering, creampie, slight cockwarming, overstimulation. A/N: Can be read as a standalone, however it is set in the same timeline as my fic "Ain't No Grave". Part 1 is linked below. Also, my first time writing Smut!! W/C: 1.8k Part 1

You had woken up in a cold sweat. Another nightmare. You turned in the bed, hoping to feel the soft, warming presence of your boyfriend, but instead, you’re met with the expanse of cold bed sheets. Furrowing your brow, you will your body to sit up. Staring at the empty space, your mind can’t help but race. Ever since Spencer had been kidnapped and rescued from Hankel, you haven’t been able to stop worrying.

Spencer had come back…different. The first 12 hours, he had been clingy, practically refusing to leave your side, but after that he began to shut everyone out- including you. He was snippy, and sassy, and constantly in a mood. You tried to ignore how his hands would shake, and how at night he would lock himself in the bathroom when he thought you were asleep. You wanted to push, wanted to beg for him to open up and just tell you what had happened, and what was wrong, but you were scared he would lash out, like a wild animal backed into a corner.

You swing your feet over the edge of the bed, the hardwood cold, but familiar. Keeping the lights off you pad through the small apartment you share with Spencer. Using the moonlight that’s streaming through the windows, you navigate your way to the far left cabinet in the kitchen. You reach up for a glass, and fill it with tap water, not even bothering to pull the brita out of the fridge. The glass gets sat back on the kitchen counter, where it will be forgotten until the morning. Your footsteps fall gently as you step into the moonlight. With Spencer not there to comfort you, you wrap your arms around yourself, hoping that this would trick your brain into thinking that you’re getting the hug that you are so desperately craving. Your eyes slide shut as you soak in the brilliance of the moon.

You stood there, for god knows how long, before you heard a click, and then the sound of the front door creaking open. Spencer froze, not expecting to see you awake. He had been going on these errands under the guise of night. Partly to hide it from you, but partly to bury the shame that built in his chest everytime he bought another two week supply of dilaudid. He wanted to stop, he really did, but the feeling of the narcotic in his blood just made everything…easier. It was the only thing numbing the pain right now. His hands shook, it had been too long since his last dose. How could he do this to you? How could he every night since he was rescued- by you- lock himself in the bathroom and inject himself with a drug that could kill him, and that probably was, just slowly.

“Y/N?” His voice shook. “I-”

“Where did you go?” You turned around to look at him. Despite the worry and frustration painted on your face, he couldn’t help but think about just how beautiful you were, with your hair slightly crumpled from sleep, one of his old shirts from the academy hanging off of you, and hell even with the tears he could faintly see welling in your eyes.

“I-I, I was out” The truth, not the full truth, but part of it. The words soured in his mouth as he said them, his voice cracking.

You step forward. Your voice threatening to break, “Out doing what?”

“I-” He gulped,

“Spencer, please, tell me, let me in, what’s going on with you?” you pleaded. You were closer, so close you could feel his breath on your face, could see the panic building in his chest, with the way his eyes slightly widened, with the way his hands silently shook.

“I-, god, I need help Y/N” Now it was his turn for his eyes to cloud with unshed tears. “I- I just can’t mentally get away from that cabin, everytime I fall asleep I’m stuck there”. Spencer avoided eye contact, his eyes darting to stare at the floor instead of looking at you. It was easier this way.

Your eyes soften, taking in how he looked. He was paler, and skinnier since the kidnapping, and his eyes were red rimmed, hands shaking. How did you not see the signs? The long sleeves, the frequent trips to the bathroom, the scratching in the crook of his arm. You extended your hand, and hesitantly put it on his cheek, turning his head to look up at you.

His big wide brown eyes stared at you, melting into your touch. Tears silently rolled down his face, as you pulled him into a tight embrace. He sniffled and wrapped his arms around you like you would disappear if he let go. His salty tears soaked into the old t-shirt, and his hand drifted down to its place on your hip. You looked down, right as he looked up.

It took only a moment before his lips were crashing into yours, the kiss needy and full of want, full of unsaid apologies. His hands, still slightly shaking, found solace underneath your sleep shirt, one hand still on your hip, the other on your upper thigh, cupping and massaging at the skin on your ass. Your hands, greedily held onto his face, like a lifeline. Lips moved in slow synchrony, hot and wet, and slightly messy. After a few moments the kiss broke, and Spencer stared up at you, his lips wet and puffy, his pupils blown. He looked like a man starved.

Sinking to his knees, you grabbed onto the nearby wall for support as his mouth ghosted over your underwear.

“Please?” He begged, his fingers already hooked onto the sides of your underwear. With a frantic nod, he pulled them down agonizingly slow. With your panties discarded on the floor, and his hands anchored onto your hips, he dove in. He licked a long, slow strip from your entrance to your clit, gathering up the wetness before sucking on the already swollen bud. One hand still on the wall, the other found its way to his hair, pulling and bringing him closer to your heat, as you let your head fall back, mouth open in a silent moan.

He kept licking and sucking, and just devouring you as if you were his last meal on earth. You were close, so close, when he pulled back, panting slightly. His hair was a mess from where you had been pulling on it, and his lips and chin were glossy. Taking his shaky hands in yours, you guided him back to the bedroom. You pushed him down onto the bed, and with wide eyes he stared up at you as you straddle him. Your hands made quick work, unbuttoning his shirt. He freezes, his hands grasping your wrists.

“Wait” his voice is hoarse. You’re still on top of him, but your hands rest gently against his exposed chest.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, your voice gentle, your brow furrowing.

“I- I don’t want you to be mad, or scared when you see my forearms.” He whispers, slightly ashamed of himself. You lean forward and press a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I love you the way you are” You whisper, pull off the rest of his shirt. Your fingers trail over his shoulders and gently down his arms. He tenses as your fingers grace over the crooks of his elbows. Leaning down you press kisses to the abused skin, marked with small pin pricks, before you trail your lips back up his arms until you find that sweet spot where his neck meets his shoulder. You press a gentle kiss to the skin, before nipping and sucking at the spot. Spencer moans beneath you, his hips bucking into yours. You gasp, and bite down, licking the spot to soothe it, Spencer still whimpering and moaning under you. His hands find your hips and guide them as you rock against his clothed erection.

“Fuck” You gasp into his neck, and you reach down, messing with the button and zipper on his pants. You help pull his pants and underwear off, until he’s laid beneath you naked, his erection hitting his stomach. The tip was red and angry from neglect. Crawling back on top of him, he whimpers and looks down at you as your hand wraps around his length, pumping once, twice, twisting as you pull up.

“Y/N, p-please” he gasps out, your thumb swipes around the head gathering the precum, and smearing it down his cock. With shaky legs, you scooch up and hover over his erection, before lining yourself up, and sinking down onto him.

“Oh god” He moans as you give an experimental shift. Grinning at his reaction you rock slowly, his hands shooting towards your hips, you continue to rock, picking up the pace. Your hands roam over his chest, and god does he look beautiful beneath you, chest and face flushed, head thrown back, lips parted, and those sounds, of the sounds he’s making. Even the slightest movement of your hips, or the clench of you, is turning him into a moaning, whimpering mess.

You can feel him twitch inside of you and you know he’s close, instead of picking the pace up like you know he’s begging for, you slow down, making sure he feels the entirety of you with each stroke.

“Baby, baby please” he’s whining and writhing underneath your brutally slow pace. Putting a finger to his lips you respond

“Shhhh-ah, let me-let me make you feel good” you moan. Rocking your hips so slowly you might as well have been teasing yourself.

You couldn’t help but speed up a little bit, desperately trying to chase your own high, with Spencer still writhing beneath you. A few more strokes and you could feel his cock twitch and his body tense, spilling inside of you.

He whimpered as you continued to use him until you achieved your own high. You collapsed against his chest, his spent cock twitching inside of you.

You laid on top of him, both of your chests still heaving, before you pressed a gentle kiss under his ear.

“We’re going to get you the help you need, you know that?” you whispered.

“I know, I- I love you, so much” Spencer’s voice shook slightly. You lifted your head, just enough to look him in the eyes, his hands wandered from your hips to wrap around you, and pull you closer to him.

“You’re going to be okay, I’ve got you baby”, your voice an unbreakable promise, and for the first time in a while, he knew he could overcome this.

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