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Daddy's Little Helper.

Spencer wants nothing more than to show his appreciation for you babysitting his daughter, but by giving you a baby of your own was not what you expected.

Warnings: Soft Dom Spencer, age gap (10+), innocence kink, breeding kink, loss of virginity, praise, nicknames, creampie, you want him to get you pregnant.

WC: 6.3K

You were Spencer’s babysitter for his daughter, and it had been a long night for the both of you. Spencer had been out late on a case he knew would take a while, and he was more than grateful you were willing to stay for so long while he was away.

It was almost midnight now, and you were sitting on the couch in his living room after you had put her to bed. You were watching TV and absentmindedly scrolling on your phone as you waited for him to arrive home.

You looked up at the sound of the front door opening, and you immediately recognized the footsteps. You put down your phone immediately, your first thought was to stand up and meet him at the door.

As you watch the door open, you greet a very tired Spencer with a welcoming smile.

“Good evening sir, she’s upstairs sleeping now.”

Spencer smiles at you, putting down his coat on the nearby coat rack and walking towards you.

“Thank you, you’re an angel.. How did she do tonight?" He replied, stopping directly in front of you, and looking down into your eyes with a warm smile on his face.

You crane your neck up slightly to look up at him and return the smile, nervously. You’d be lying if you said his figure looming over you didn’t intimidate you in the best way possible.

“She was really good, less crying than last time.” You say with a small chuckle. “She missed you a lot, though..”

"Awh, I missed her too." Spencer replied, his smile growing as he reached out to put his hand on your lower back, his thumb subconsciously tracing the outline of your shirt.

"It's always a challenge to leave her with a babysitter, you know? But I'm sure you made it more bearable for her." He added, still with the same smile on his face as he looked down at you.

At his soft touch, your body freezes and a red hot blush covers your face. And you weren’t sure if it was because he was tired, or because of something else, but the way his eyes were hooded and trained on you, it made your mouth run dry.

“Y-Yeah, she seems to really like me.”

Your blush caught Spencer's attention, and it caused his smile to grow even wider. He continued to rest his hand on your lower back, as you two continued to stand in the hallway right next to the stairs.

"Well, she's a smart kid. I'm sure she can tell you're good with her. So I'm very glad that she likes you." He said, before looking up the stairs for a moment.

"She has good taste." He absentmindedly added, with a chuckle. And he had said it so slyly you would’ve missed it if you weren’t so positively entranced by everything he did.

Your eyes widened at his words, but you brushed it off.

“I’m sure she’d like any other babysitter the same..” You try to avert your gaze from his face, trying to look everywhere but at him.

The father could tell that you were not telling the truth in the slightest. He chuckled again anyway.

"I think you’re too hard on yourself. I'm sure she wouldn't like just any babysitter." Spencer said, as he reached a hand up to brush back the hair behind your ear. "I know my daughter wouldn't anyway. So don't sell yourself short." He paused for a moment, and then smiled again.

"You know, you can look at me." He added, with a small laugh. His hand reached out to gently grip your chin, and move your jaw so you were forced to look up at him.

You nervously chuckled to yourself and your eyes darted back up to meet him, and you gave him a bashful smile.

“I-I guess so.. just happy I can make her happy.”

He nodded.

"She's not the only one that you make happy, you know." He said, with a soft tone to his voice and a warm smile on his face. He looked deep into your eyes as he spoke.

"I'm very happy that you're here." He added, with a small chuckle. "I wouldn't have anyone else taking care of her besides you."

“That’s very kind of you, sir. I’m glad I’m able to help out around here.”

The atmosphere around the two of you is quiet, and there’s an undistinguished tension between you and him.

Spencer seemed to realize the tension between you two suddenly, and he put his other hand on your waist, his thumbs starting to trace soft circles on your skin. He lowered his face until it was only inches from yours, still smiling softly.

"How about you forget about the whole babysitter thing now? You can stop calling me sir now." He added, with a hint of a flirtatious tone to his voice.

You huff out a small laugh and flash a smile. You could feel his breath on your skin, even though he wasn’t even that close.

“Just seems like the respectful thing to do, and you, out of all people, deserve it the most.” Your eyes pan up to his, looking into his sultry eyes.

Spencer smiled even wider at that; he was used to women flirting with him, but you were.. different.

"Well, in that case... Why don't you come a little bit closer and you can just call me Spencer?" He replied, his tone now openly flirting with you as his hands began to trace lower on your body, now resting on your hips.

Your breath hitches and you swallow before stepping once towards him. Your eyes frantically darted all over his face and even around the room, your nerves running wild as he stared down at you as if you were his prey.

Spencer leaned in closer, his face less than inches from yours now. He looked deep into your eyes, his own heart beating a little faster now as he looked over your features. He wanted to touch you... he wanted to kiss you... but he wanted to make sure this was what you wanted too.

"Can I?" He asked quietly, his voice nothing more than a soft whisper now. He had an idea of what you would answer, but he wanted you to say it yourself.

You felt yourself get backed up onto the wall of the hallway as he pressed himself closer to you.

“C-Can you what, sir?”

"Can I.. kiss you?" Spencer said quietly, as he leaned in a little closer now. He put his hand up to rest on your cheek, his fingers gently running over it as he placed his other hand on your shoulder. His face was only inches from yours at this point, and his eyes were only on your lips as he waited patiently for you to answer

You swallow and your eyes shine with adoration for the older man. You find yourself nodding, giving him the confirmation he so desperately wanted.

He smiled softly at your answer, before leaning in even closer, his forehead now touching yours as he looked deep into your eyes once again. He moved his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as his lips softly touched yours. His lips pressed against yours slowly, passionately, as he kissed you... a light, soft kiss at first, before his tongue parted your lips a little and he began to kiss you a little more passionately now. It was obvious how much he wanted this.

A soft moan spills from your mouth at the way he touched you, you felt your back pressed harder against the wall as he pushed himself closer to you.

Spencer moaned quietly back, a soft sound of desire and pleasure escaping his lips as he put more of his weight on you. He pulled away for a second, looking down into your eyes as he gently brushed the hair back off your face.

"Is this okay?" He asked, wanting you to feel fully comfortable with this, but at the same time, not wanting to stop. It felt too good.

You nod in his hold and lick over your lip, biting at it as you look up at him with wide eyes.

“Yes.. Sir.”

Spencer smiled at your answer before he continued to kiss you again, pushing his tongue deep into your mouth as he kissed you with force, his throat making a series of soft noises as his lips touched yours over and over again.

His hands were on your body the whole time; his hands moved from your back to just below your hips, as one of them began to drift under your shirt and began to trace over your skin, his long fingers drawing lazy, soft circles on your rib cage.

Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his fingers on your skin, it sent a shiver up your spine and made you tremble in his strong hold.

"You feel so good.." Spencer said quietly as he continued to kiss you, his tongue touching yours once again.

"You are so beautiful, angel.." Spencer added, before kissing you again. His other hand started to inch under your shirt, tracing up your skin, moving further and further up.

Your eyes roll back into your head at the sensation and you sigh in pleasure. “T-Thank you.. Spence..”

He smiled before beginning to kiss your neck, tracing the line of your collarbone with his tongue. His hand slowly continued to inch up your shirt, his fingers resting just below the line of your bra now.

A land hand splays over the fabric of your cups, and he gives an experimental squeeze to your chest.

"Does that feel good?" Spencer said softly, his voice breathless and full of desire now.

His tongue left a wet trail on your skin, and you bit your plush lip at his touch on your bra.

“Yes.. Sir.”

He smiled at your answer, before kissing you again as he began to slide your shirt off over your shoulders.

"Good girl," He mumbled against your lips, before breaking off the kiss.

"Now... turn around," He added, his voice still soft and breathless as he whispered into your ear, as his hands pulled your shirt off of you entirely.

You nod and immediately turn around on the wall so your palms are pressed against it, waiting for his next move.

With a soft chuckle, Spencer began to put his hands on the clasps of your bra, gently moving them under their hooks and pulling your bra off as soon as he got a good enough hold on it.

Once he had your bra fully off, he let it slide to the floor before he stepped closer to you, standing behind you as he leaned down and began to kiss your neck and your shoulders. You could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your ass, and your body involuntarily arched back to grind onto his cock.

His mouth dropped in a low groan as he felt you arch back into his touch, and he continued to kiss your shoulder now, before biting down hard, leaving a mark.

Your face twisted in a look of pure pleasure and a bit of pain at the bite on your shoulder, and you let out a visceral moan. All you wanted to be was good for him. Spencer leaned down closer to you, whispering in your ear.

"God, you're so good for me," He mumbled softly, taking your ear in his mouth and biting on it lightly. You could feel yourself soaking through your panties at this point, his words doing nothing to help the arousal that was rushing through your body.

Spencer smiled against your skin as he heard the moans, and he quickly nipped at your skin again. He was being careful not to bite down too hard, but he still liked causing you to feel a little bit of pain with his kisses.

"That's my girl.." Spencer whispered into your ear, leaning his weight on you now as his hands were clamped around your hips. "So beautiful."

You nodded subconsciously at his praise and let him do whatever he wanted to you. He kissed your neck again as he moved his hands up to the waist of your jeans.

"Can I?" His thumb began to run down the front of your jeans, playing with the buttons that adorned the denim.

"Can I?" He repeated, and you moaned when you felt his large land dip down between your thighs, and grab gently at your clothed cunt. The friction the fabric provided against you, as well as his touch on you had you thinking there was no doubt you were soaking through your pants at this point.

You rub your thighs together at the feeling of him grabbing you, and stroking over you. You nod with a soft moan.

"P-Please.."

Spencer smiled at your answer, before he leaned down and picked you up by the waist, hoisting you off of the ground a little as he started walking towards the guest bedroom. He walked past the living room and kicked the door to the bedroom open, before walking towards the bed and laying you down onto it.

The way he lowered you down and splayed you out on the mattress made you feel like a princess, and knew he wouldn’t stop until you truly felt like one.

"I've been waiting such a long time to do this." He murmured softly as he began to unbutton your jeans.

"How long, sir..?" You moaned out, sinking back into the soft sheets of his bed as you felt him frantically push the buttons through their holes, and yank down your zipper.

"Since the moment I met you," He replied quietly, his focus going entirely on undressing you.

"You're even more perfect than I thought you'd be." Spencer's hands moved down into the sides of the jeans once they were undone, and began to slide them down your legs.

When you were left in only your panties, he reached a hand to lightly rub his thumb over your covered clit, making you gasp in surprise. A shaky hand went to grab Spencer’s hand.

Spencer smiled at your touch, but squeezed your hand.

"How come you're always so nervous whenever I touch you?" He asked gently. He wanted you to feel relaxed with him.. and he hoped that you would be able to soon.

"Don't be afraid to just relax and enjoy it." He added, giving you a soft, supportive smile as he continued to lightly rub over your sensitive bundle.

“I-I’ve never…” Your voice trailed off gently, hoping he would get the gist. He was the first person to ever touch you like this, and on top of that, he intimidated you like no other, but you loved it.

Spencer could tell from the comment that you left unspoken that you'd never been this intimate with anyone before.. and the thought had him feeling almost possessive over you.

"I'll go slow, okay?" He replied softly, letting go of your hand and removing his touch from you. "But I need you to trust me."

His soft, comforting tone made you shiver, and you nodded your head the best you could as you laid against the bed, trying your best to relax.

“I trust you, Sir.”

His eyes lit up at your answer, and he smiled gently.

"Good girl." Spencer replied, before leaning in and kissing you passionately, his arms moving around your body as he pulled you up closer to him. His hands snaked around your waist and made you arch in his hold.

He broke the kiss after a few seconds and looked deep into your eyes again, and you could feel impatient fingers slide underneath the bands of your underwear.

"Now... let's get the rest of your clothes off... I'm very impatient right now." He said with a small chuckle. He sits up between your legs and as his fingers reach down to pull down your panties, your breath gets caught in your throat.

“W-What’s got you so ri-riled up.. Sir?”

"What's got me so riled up? Well..." Spencer replied quietly, with a hint of a smile on his face.

"I've been wanting this for so long, princess. Seeing you everyday... and being unable to do all the things that I want to do.. It has been killing me. So I hope you can understand why I wouldn't want to waste a moment more."

You nod and press your legs together to make it easier for him to remove your panties. His desperation made your skin burn, and your panties wet.

Once Spencer had your panties off, he let out a soft, breathless chuckle, his face clearly showing how much he was enjoying himself. Your cunt was glistening in the soft warm light of the lamp on the nightstand.

“There we go..." He whispered, his voice full of desire now as he let his eyes wander up and down your body.

"You're so beautiful." He added, almost as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

You could hear the pure adoration in his voice, and it only turned you on more. A shy blush creeped up onto your face at his praise.

"You're really turning me on here... I just want you so much.." Spencer whispered quietly as he leaned back down to you now, gently biting on your ear as he kissed you softly. His hands moved down to your hips, moving along your bare curves and up your back now.

"You're so perfect." He added softly. His voice showed just how much he meant it. You were just so perfect for him.

“How much do you want me, sir?” His touch felt intoxicating on your skin, you could feel yourself melting in his hold.

"More than.. more than you could possibly imagine..." Spencer replied softly, taking your face in his hands. "I want you so bad I can't take it.." He added, his voice breathless with desire.

“What do you want to do to me..?” Your wide eyes meet his lust clouded ones.

"I want to touch you in more ways than I ever have before.." Spencer replied, his face moving back down to your neck as he began to kiss it again.

"I want to know every part of your body." He added softly. "Every.. beautiful.. inch." Spencer whispered breathily as his hand left your face to start moving down to the curve of your ass, as if he was checking over your body to make sure this was real, to make sure you were really here with him. He seemed to be loving the moment, taking every little detail of this moment in.

As you felt his movements become needier and impatient, you found the smallest bit of courage in you to whimper out.

“P-Please be gentle, Sir..”

Spencer smiled at your request and nodded slightly.

"I promise to be gentle..." He whispered, the touch of his breath against your skin sending a tingle through your body now. The tip of his tongue moved up to your ear now, and he began to run his tongue around the shell of it in little circles.

"But you've got to understand that I am extremely eager right now.. I want you so bad it hurts, angel.” Spencer said, his voice full of desire as he continued to kiss your neck.

“I-I understand, Sir..” Your shoulder jolts at the feeling of his tongue on your ear, and your skin raises at his words on your skin.

"Good girl..." he replied quietly, before continuing to kiss your neck as he moved down to your shoulders.

"Where... would you like me to start?" Spencer asked softly, his eyes flickering as he looked over your naked body, he had so many plans of his own for you, but this was about you. He’d ruin you later.

“A-Anywhere you want, sir.. You know best.. I want you to take care of me.”

His eyes flashed with a soft, playful smile.

"Well why don't you just lay there and let me take care of you, then, alright?" He whispered into your ear, as his hand began to move down over your base chest. His hands stopped to take your sensitive buds into his fingers, gently twisting them. It made you arch and whimper in a way that almost made his body give out from above you.

"I need to show how much I want you.." Spencer added softly, his voice heavy with passion and the need to protect you.

You nodded and tried to relax your body, feeling all too tense in this moment despite how much you wanted him to.

He smiled as he felt your body relax under his touch, as his hand moved over your breasts.

"Relax... You're perfect. You're perfect for me.. And I'm going to treat you like it." Spencer whispered softly, before his hand began to move down to your stomach.

"Do you like it when I touch you like this?" He asked, as his hand began to reach your lower stomach. "Or does it make you too hot?" He added, his voice still full of desire.

“I-I like it.. I like it a lot, Sir.” You look down to watch his hand slither down your body, and it makes your body fill with arousal.

"Good," The man replied softly, before his hand lowered further.

"How does this feel?" He asks, his voice a little breathless as he begins to move his hand between your legs, his touch just barely ghosting over your pussy. He was incredibly cautious not to do anything that you didn't want, as he wanted to go slow for you.

You gasped lightly when you felt his fingers tracing over your cunt and you swallowed back a moan that threatened to shake the house.

“Really.. Really good..”

You were already moaning now, and Spencer couldn't help but laugh a little at it.

"You really are very sensitive, aren't you?" Spencer replied teasingly. His fingers began to run lightly over your folds, gliding easily through your pussy because of how soaked you were, just from a few fleeting touches and sweet words.

You can’t help the blush that surfaces on your cheeks at the mention of you being sensitive, and you close your eyes as you try not to let his touch distract you.

“I-I’ve nev-never been touched like this before, Sir. M’sorry.”

"It's alright, beautiful.. I'm just.. testing the waters." Spencer replied softly, smiling as he continued to tease you.

"So, are you ready for more.. or should I wait?" He whispered into your ear, his voice still breathless. "After all, if you're this sensitive now.. I can't imagine how it'll be once I finally get to fuck you." He said, before nibbling on your neck a little.

“Keep going, Sir.. I’m ready..” You slowly spread your legs a little wider, his touch taking over your senses.

Spencer smiled softly as your legs spread a little for him, and he quickly slipped a finger inside of you. He chuckled softly as he felt you moan and clench in response to his touch.

"That's my girl," Spencer replied quietly, with that same playful smile on him as his hands continued to tease your sensitive cunt.

"You're really sensitive down here, aren't you?"

You nodded and bit back a moan.

“Y-Yeah.. Never even.. touched myself b-before..” And you could practically feel the intensity of his smirk now at your words. You were innocent, never touched before, not even by yourself. You were his completely.

His face lit up at the information that you gave him.. he could tell that it was true, just from the way you reacted to even the smallest touches.. But hearing it out loud like that was something else.

Spencer was so incredibly turned on now, straining against the restricting fabric of his own pants, and he couldn't help but be more enthusiastic now.

"Good girl.. I'll make sure that I do everything exactly right for you." He said softly, before kissing you passionately again. "My beautiful, innocent girl.." He whispered, leaning into you now as his lips moved from your neck and his finger plunged deeper inside of you. "Don't worry, I'll make you feel amazing."

His praise made your body shake with pleasure, and fill with intense arousal you’ve never experienced before. You nod at his words, and surrender yourself to his control.

When he withdraws his finger from you, you’re leaning up on your forearms to watch what he was doing next, and your eyes quickly find his hands where they were pushing down his dress pants, eagerly freeing his cock from the confines of his pants and underwear.

He was big. And it didn’t surprise you in the slightest, but it did make your breath pick up and your heart stop. As he pulled down his briefs, you could see the way his heavy length sprung out, bobbing slightly in the warm air between you two.

You bit your lip and a moan died down in your throat at the sight. You don’t know how he’d fit it, but he’d manage, somehow.

When he was back to leaning over your trembling frame, Spencer's hand began to trail up your thigh again, as his lips pressed sweet kisses on your neck, leaving little red marks each time his teeth bit down.

"I've never been this turned on in my life." Spencer whispered softly, before pulling away from you to look into your eyes. One of his hands reached down to stroke over his dick, and he moaned in your face at the feeling of finally being touched, even if it was by himself.

"Are you still doing okay?" He added quietly when he regained his control, and grabbed himself by the base of his cock. You could feel the dripping head of it pushing against your sticky folds, and the feeling made you dizzy.

“Yes, sir..” Was all you could manage, as your needy cunt clenched around nothing. You were practically begging to be filled, despite your earlier nervousness. You knew he’d take care of you.

Spencer smiled at you and lined himself up the best he could on shaking legs.

"You're so cute..." He whispered softly, as his hips began to move gently forward, making his cock trace lightly over your pussy.

"Just stay still..." He added, looking into your eyes again as his length began to slowly slide into your soaked hole.

His head dipped down to your shoulder and he let out a loud groan, and the sound alone made you whimper. But aside from his own noises, the feeling of his cock stretching into you made your eyes roll back into your head, it felt too good to be true, and you’re glad you waited for him to be the one to finally fuck you. You threw your head back gently on the bed and let him use you.

"That's it... let me take care of you, love." Spencer said quietly, pushing himself further into you. He wanted to take his time with you, he never wanted you to feel forced into this, and he wanted his every touch to make you feel amazing.

"Does that feel good, baby?" He whispered softly, as he was fully sheathed into you. The way you pulsed around him, and the way he could see your arousal coating his cock left him breathless, but he had to stay composed, for you.

“So good, sir..” Your thighs shake and try to close from the overwhelming pleasure, but with him slotted between your legs, it’s an impossible feat. You opt for wrapping your legs around him instead, urging him even deeper into you.

"Good.." Spencer said softly. "Just let it happen.. I know it's a lot right now, but I swear, it's going to feel amazing."

He added quietly, as he started to shallowly thrust into you, drunk on the way you’re swallowing him up so eagerly, even if this was your first time. You feel so good around him it’s making him dizzy, but you’re not doing any better than he is.

The sensation is so new, but you’ve never felt anything better. He’s slowly pulling his cock out of your, and then pushing back in, and it’s a rhythm you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of. You give an experimental clench of your cunt around him, and his arms almost give out from above you at the feeling. He sighs and shakes his head.

"You're an angel." He murmured softly after a few more seconds. "I don't deserve you."

You shake your head the best you can and try not to moan.

“N-No.. I don’t deserve you..”

Spencer smiled softly down you as his the speed of his thrusts begin to pick up, and he starts to fuck into you deeper, harder. His long hair falling down and covering his face.

"Maybe we just deserve each other.." He offered quietly. "We seem to make each other so happy.." He said softly, before kissing you on the forehead and smiling.

"Well, you sure didn’t deserve to have to wait this long before a man makes you feel like this."

He added with a slight chuckle, as his cock fucked deeper into you now, pounding into that sweet spot that you didn’t even know existed until now, but with how he was pressing into it so deliciously, it made you shudder and writhe around him.

He was plowing into just the right spot to make you feel so much bliss that you could practically see the stars right in front of you.

Spencer smiled at you as you started to moan and whimper out louder for him, and he couldn't help but enjoy the power of making you feel so good.

"See how good that is?..I knew you'd like it, baby." Spencer said, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek before panting against it. "I know how to treat you properly.. Don’t I?”

You couldn’t say anything in reply to him, how could you? The way he was making you feel was like nothing you’ve ever felt, and it was wrecking you.

Spencer smiled softly, as he could tell that you were on a completely different planet right now. He was proud of himself for being the one to cause that reaction in you, and he was clearly loving all the control he had in the situation right now. He wanted to keep you here with him like this at this moment forever.

"Are you enjoying this, honey?" He asked softly, before speeding up the cant of his hips, slapping the skin of his pelvis into the sticky flesh of your pussy and soaked thighs.

“Y-Yes, sir.. Fuck..” Your body trembles and your head thrashes at his pleasurable touch, and you could feel the coil inside of you wind tighter and tighter, you didn’t know what was happening, all you knew was that it felt so so good.

Spencer laughed, the moment made too perfect to be upset at your wording.

"You need to watch your language when talking to me.. I mean it." He said teasingly, but he also seemed genuinely amused by the slip.

"But you're enjoying this so much, aren't you? How does it feel... being a little dirty girl with me?"

The degradation. It was new to you.. This all was, and you feel that you shouldn’t be enjoying it as much as you did. You always wanted to please him, do good for him, and make him proud.. But yet it felt amazing hearing him call you that in such a condescending tone.

You shake your head at your slip up and try to push that thought to the side.

“I-I’m sorry, sir..” You moan out. “Feels so good..”

"I know.. I know, angel.. it's hard to think straight when you feel this good, isn't it?" Spencer teased quietly, his voice full of adoration and cockiness for being the one to make you feel like this.

You nod without another word, and feel your release approaching quickly. Both from the way he was humping into you and also from the condescending yet gentle tone he’s speaking to you with. It was all too much, and yet not enough. You needed him so badly.

"You're getting so close, aren't you?" Spencer asked teasingly, before adding, "And you know what that means, right?" He asked, his voice going lower and lower as you reached your breaking point.

You shook your head, you’ve never felt this way before, it was overtaking all of your senses. You clenched around him in a panic to somehow halt the quick approaching feeling you were experiencing, and it only served to add onto it.

“N-No, sir..”

"Well, you're about to find out, beautiful..." Spencer replied softly, before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. "You have to trust me now... okay?"

He rammed his length deeper into you now, and made it a point to slam into that sweet spot inside of you everytime he buried himself in you. His own release was approaching, but he needed you to finish first. This was all about you.

Then, with a final burst of energy, he pressed his cock impossibly deeper inside of you, kissing your cervix with the tip of his dick, as the moment you've been frantically awaiting for seemed finally upon you.

“I- Oh.. Oh my- S-Sir..” You let out a series of moans, whimpers, and whines as you were brought closer and closer to your peak. You had no idea what this feeling was, but you knew you didn’t want it to stop, not now, you were so so close.

"That's it... let it out for me.." Spencer replied quietly as he leaned away from you and grabbed you forcefully by your hips to fuck into you mercilessly, as if you were a doll to him.

He knew exactly what he was doing to you and wanted you to fully let yourself get carried away in this moment, he had already reached the point of no return, and you could feel it in the way he lifted you from the bed and plowed into you.

"You're almost there, beautiful..." He moaned softly. "Just one.. big.. release for me.. You can do it, princess."

And with a final, passionate blow to your weeping cunt, you throw your head back in a borderline scream at how good it all felt. Your body felt like it was on fire as you exploded by his touch. Your head thrashed and and your mind was spinning from how good it all felt. Nonstop moans poured from your mouth as you were finally pushed over the edge.

"There we go, baby.." Spencer said quietly as you squeezed around him so tight he could barely move, and it made him so fucking hard. As he watched you shake through your release, he began to fuck into you even harder now, finally able to use your body for everything it was worth as he felt the deep pit in his stomach grow larger and larger with each heavy drag he dealt to your used pussy.

“God, baby.. So so good..”

His movements became erratic as his own peak was quickly creeping up on him, and he looked up at you with heavy eyes as he felt himself get so lost in the pleasure he could barely hold himself up.

You looked back down to him and even though you were reaching the point of overstimulation, the feeling of him using you was too good to deny. And you could feel the primal instinct taking over him as he fucked you harder and harder with each passing second, it was getting too much for him, and his head hung against your shoulder as breathy moans left his mouth.

“W-Wanna give you another, sir. Please.”

Spencer’s head whipped up to look at you, and his eyes were wider than you’ve ever seen them, it almost made you laugh. You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck and bite your lip.

“W-What..?”

He’s breathless, but his cock doesn’t falter at all inside of you, it only speeds up at the implication in your words. You don’t say anything else, you just nod and stare at him with want and desperation swirling in your eyes.

“Oh my god.. Oh my god..”

Spencer repeats over and over as he lets himself go, and grips at your hips in a bruising hold as he shoots ribbons of his heavy load inside of you. Both of your mouths drop in unison at the sensation, and you whimper at the feeling of his scorching cum painting your slick walls.

“S-Sir..”

Is all you can grit out, and your fingernails find their way to his back, pulling makeshift daggers down his skin as he continues to smash his length in your aching, soaked hole. His body collapses down against yours, as he jolts and spasms with every spurt of release he dumps into you.

He’s so unbelievably buried deep inside of you right now, that there was no doubt that you would give him another child. You could already feel his release seeping into you, claiming you as his forever.

Through heavy pants and on shaking arms, he lifts himself slightly to look at you. The both of you looked positively ruined by the other, and he pressed a light kiss on your sweaty cheek.

“Y-You.. You’re insane, sweetheart..”

You breathlessly chuckled at his words, and pulled him back down so he was laying on your chest. Your body was trembling underneath him, and you could feel your slick and his cum leaking out of you onto the bed sheets. With enough consciousness to speak, you softly sigh.

“Do I at least get to pick the name?”

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gublergublergublergubler · 1 year

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no baby i believe you

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gublergublergublergubler · 1 year

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Call Me

Summary: Spencer discovers new ways to feel close to you while working on a case

Request: Spencer is away on a case and it’s nothing too dire but it requires him to be away for a little while, and reader calls him because she’s craving and missing him and then some kind of phone sex cuz they’d both be kind of sexually frustrated

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) dirty talk, phone sex, masturbation

Word count: 1.9k

Masterlist

Spencer has been away to work on a case for 23 days now.

It wasn’t unusual for him to be away for several days in a row but it has never been this long. It seemed ridiculous to you how it could be possible to miss someone this much but anytime you lay down in your empty bed, your heart threatened to jump out of your chest and fly all the way to him to find its counterpart.

Even though his scent had long left your sheets, you still rolled over to his side of the bed in an attempt to feel his presence somehow. You were craving his nearness more than anything, certain you’d lose your mind if he didn’t call you soon.

When your phone finally buzzed, you didn’t waste any time to read Spencer’s text.

I just got back to the hotel. Are you still awake?

He should have been smarter than to think you’d be able to fall asleep without having talked to him all day. You were quick to dial his number and he picked up the phone before it even got a chance to ring.

“Hi, my love,” his sweet voice echoed from your phone directly into your heart. “You should be in bed by now. It’s late.”

“I am in bed,” you told him. “I was waiting for your call.”

“Sorry it took me so long. This case is just so… complicated,” he sighed.

“Are you getting any closer to solving it?”

He let out another audible breath, “I’m not sure.”

It wasn’t what you wanted to hear and he was aware of that. Before you got a chance to react to what he said, he continued, “I really wish I could be with you. You have no idea how much I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, Spencer.”

You heard the creaking of his mattress through your phone, assuming that Spencer just lay down on his hotel bed.

“It’s so hard to fall asleep without you. I keep fantasizing about holding you in my arms, having you close to me,” he confessed.

You raised one eyebrow at his words, curious if all his fantasies about you were this innocent.

“Is that all you’re imagining? Just cuddling with me?” You teased, a playful undertone clearly audible in your voice.

He was hesitant to answer you, carefully thinking about his words before settling with, “I also think about kissing you.”

“I think about that, too,” you let him know, well aware that it would have to be you to take this conversation further. “But it usually doesn’t stop there.”

Spencer’s breath staggered for a moment before he voiced a timid, “Oh?”

“Yeah… I imagine how your fingertips brush over my naked skin, how your body feels pressed against mine,” you paused for a moment to listen to the sound of Spencer’s breathing. “I think about how hard you get when I kiss your neck.”

“Tell me more,” he almost pleaded. “Please.”

“I think about all the times you fucked me until I forgot my own name. The way our bodies move against one another until it feels like we’re melting into each other. I fantasize about you whispering in my ear how good I make you feel and that you want to come inside me.”

Instead of responding, Spencer just breathed out your name. You wondered if what you told him would excite him just as much as you. In a matter of seconds your skin felt like it was on fire, heat spreading through your body at the thought of being close to your boyfriend. He had this ability to ignite a flame inside you only he knew how to control.

You continued, “Thinking about that always makes me so wet. And I touch myself to the thought of you almost every night. But it’s not the same, Spencer, it just doesn’t compare to the feeling of having you inside me.”

“I’m sorry I’m not there to take care of you, love. I promise I will make it up to you when I get home.”

You had no doubt that he would keep his promise but that didn’t change the fact that you longed to feel him close to you right then.

“I need you now, Spencer,” you cooed.

“How?” He wondered although you were sure that he must have already known where this conversation would go.

You shifted on the mattress to lie on your back, your fingers playing with the hem of your shirt when you wondered, “Do you think about me like that as well?”

“Yes… I do,” he confirmed.

“Can you tell me about it? Tell me what we do in your fantasies. I would really like to know.”

You could almost hear him smiling when he said, “I can do that but I have one condition.”

You weren’t sure what he was insinuating but you would be willing to do whatever it took to be able to listen to him. “Anything.”

“You have to touch yourself while I talk to you.”

“That’s the plan,” you snickered as you put your phone on speaker and placed it beside you on the pillow.

His voice sounded deeper than usual when he started speaking, “I like to think about you lying in bed without any clothes on and smirking at me like you always do when you need me. So I start undressing slowly, taking my time to see how patient you are while I reveal myself to you.”

The sudden confidence in his voice surprised and aroused you at the same time.

“I love seeing you naked. You’re so pretty,” you commented, making him chuckle.

As if he was giving you instructions, you took off your shirt and shorts while you listened to his voice. You heard some shuffling on the other side of the line, assuming that he was undressing as well.

“I place my lips on yours and you start kissing me with an urgency I hadn’t expected,” he continued. “It’s clear that you need me to make you feel good. So I kiss down your neck while my hand finds your breasts.”

Closing your eyes, you let your own hands brush up and down your stomach before touching your chest, caressing yourself while your mind wandered to the fantasy Spencer created.

“I take my time playing with your nipples and notice how needy you get to feel more of me, so I put my thigh between your legs to give you something to rock against.”

“Mmh I love when you do that,” you breathed while pressing your thighs together, wishing that you had something else to find some friction.

“I know you do,” he cooed. “You start grinding against me and I can feel how wet you are. I let my hand wander down your body and you instantly open your legs for me, inviting me to feel where you’re burning for my touch.”

The choice of his words made you smile to yourself. It was to be expected that he would avoid using too much crude language. As you listened to him, you let your hand glide over your body until it met your silken folds.

Before he continued, Spencer wanted to know, “Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Are you wet?”

You let your fingertips drag through your crevice, spreading your arousal before you started circling your most sensitive spot, a loud moan falling from your lips. It seemed to be all the answer Spencer needed.

“Good,” he chuckled. “I love to feel how wet you are. I take my time exploring you with my fingers, waiting for you to get desperate enough to beg me to touch you properly.”

“Please…,” you breathe, already lost in the fantasy.

“I know exactly what you need so I let two of my fingers glide into you, working my hand against you just the way I know you like.”

You do what he just described but it doesn’t even come close to the feeling of his hand. Still, you were eager to play along to hopefully find some relief.

“I want to… touch you, too,” you muttered.

Spencer let out a sigh that almost sounded like a moan, “I would love that.”

You tried your best to get your words out while continuing to touch yourself. “Your cock is pressed against my thigh and I can feel how… how hard you are. I take you in my hand and start stroking you. I love how soft your skin feels when I let my thumb glide over your tip,” you waited a moment before asking, “Do you like that?”

You noticed how his breathing got heavier and it took him a second to answer, “Yes.”

It was all the confirmation you needed that he was just as aroused as you were.

“I… I need you inside me, Spencer,” you mumbled.

He cleared his throat before he spoke, a slight tremble in his voice, “I grab your hips and guide you into my lap and you don’t waste any time before you start… fucking me.”

You turned on your stomach and started grinding against your hand, imagining it was him instead. Spencer began moaning on the other side of the line, the sounds of his pleasure wandering through your body like electricity. Instead of what he was describing, you now imagined watching him pleasuring himself, his chest heaving as he worked his hand against his hardness, desperately wishing it was you instead.

“You feel so good,” he groaned into the phone.

His words brought you closer to the edge, ready to let yourself fall apart.

“I need you, Spencer,” you whined, unable to find relief just yet.

“I’m right here,” he purred. “Let go, my love.”

After a few more moments of heavily breathing into the phone you finally entered the state of pure bliss, any tension leaving your body as your climax washed over you. It took a while for you to open your eyes again and remember that you were still in your own bedroom with your phone placed on the pillow.

After a few seconds of silence, you heard Spencer’s voice again, “Are you still there?”

“Yes, I am. It just took me a moment to find my breath,” you giggled. “Did you… uhm… finish too?”

“Yes, I did,” he chuckled. “How are you feeling now?”

You thought about it before answering, “Relaxed and tired. I still miss you though.”

“I miss you, too. So much.” He paused for a moment and you heard him moving on his bed. “I just started a new book. Do you want me to read to you until you fall asleep?”

It was a little night time routine the two of you followed when Spencer was at home. There was nothing more relaxing for you than to listen to his voice as he read from whatever book he was currently invested in, so it was only natural for you to answer, “I would love that.”

You made yourself comfortable in your bed, pulling the blanket over your body while Spencer read to you. As you closed your eyes, you imagined him sitting beside you on the mattress, a fantasy so vivid that you could have sworn you were able to smell his scent. You couldn’t really make out the words he said as you drifted off to sleep but that didn’t matter. Being able to hear his sweet voice was all you needed right then.

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gublergublergublergubler · 2 years

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maybe spencer and reader not together just yet but maybe she makes him jealous by flirting with someone and he makes her ✨forget✨ any other person ;)

I Want You - Smurph

This was a fun prompt! <3 Sorry it took me a bit to get done... </3

Oneshot Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader Word count: 4547

Warnings: jealous sex, rough sex, sort of public sex? Its late and I can't think of the word for when you're trying to be really quiet bc someones right outside the door, angst, emotions, happy ending

You leaned back in your chair as you watched Agent Berkeley sit on the edge of your desk. He had a cocky grin on his face, fiddling with a pen as he spoke. You vaguely felt Spencer’s gaze on you, but fuck him.

“It’s such a beautiful place by the water,” Berkeley told you as you watched him with a sultry smile. “You’d just love it.”

“Oh, I’m sure I would,” you replied silkily, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

You and Spencer had hooked up one glorious night a few months ago, after being forced to share a motel room during a case. He never brought it up again, so you had no problem flirting with Agent Berkeley and liking it.

Months spent dancing around your continued attraction to that man and having him ignore you left you antsy and twitchy… and unbelievably horny. If Spencer wasn’t going to snap you up and keep you as his, then you were going to find someone else to satisfy you.

“How’s tonight sound?” the SWAT team director asked you, his stupidly beautiful muscles flexing under his tight shirt, and you crossed your legs tightly as you watched them.

“Sounds good,” you purred, squeezing your thighs tighter as he walked away, ignoring Spencer’s annoyed scoff from his desk.

“He’s super hot,” JJ said, leaning forward and putting her elbows on her knees and sighing. “Good God, when you hit that you have to give me every detail.”

“Aren’t those SWAT guys known meatheads?” Spencer muttered, avoiding your gaze and tapping his pen on his desk. His thigh juggled heavily under it, and he swallowed thickly when he looked up and caught your mischievous eye.

“Yeah, but,” JJ laughed, turning to a laughing Prentiss and Garcia, “he only needs to know how to use one thing, and from what I hear, Agent Berkeley knows how to use it very well.”

Spencer stood and headed for the coffee pot, and while the girls were distracted talking about Berkeley’s one thing and what they’d heard about it, you turned your chair to watch him. He glared at you as he poured himself a cup, while you simply smirked and uncrossed your legs.

You knew he caught a glimpse of your panties under your skirt as you recrossed them, because he poured some of the coffee onto the back of his hand. He cursed and went about cleaning himself up, so you turned back to your work and thought about what you were going to wear for your night out with the hot SWAT guy.

A few hours later you stood in front of your mirror, admiring your lingerie and preparing yourself for the night. You had showered, exfoliated and moisturized, your skin dusted with shea butter and vanilla perfume. You smelled like a snack, and you hoped Agent Berkeley would take more than just a bite.

You snapped the waistband of your underwear and grinned. The black lace hugged your curves and accentuated all of your best features. You bit your lip, brushing your hair out of your face and smiling. With the dress you planned to wear, you were definitely getting laid tonight.

Spencer be damned.

The doorbell rang, chiming through your apartment and forcing you to tear your eyes away from the beautiful shape of yourself. It was too early for Berkeley to be there, so you ignored it, figuring it was just a wrong button on the door downstairs. Someone else would get it and let them up to the right apartment.

You slipped on a black satin robe, cinching it tight and plopping down at your vanity. You finished your makeup with precision, then fluffed out your hair to admire yourself again. You looked perfect.

Your night out wasn’t to search for a relationship. That idea had been soured months ago when Spencer took your night together and decided it meant nothing to him. You thought the two of you had something real, something worth pursuing… but you’d been wrong.

Trying to ignore the wave of disappointment, you spritzed yourself with another spray of perfume. You patted it in gently, then stood to go put on your dress, but there was a knock at the door.

You looked at the clock on your nightstand, it was still too early for Berkeley to be there. Then, the knock came again, harder and more insistent. Cinching the robe again to maintain some modesty, you stomped to the door and ripped it open.

Spencer Reid leaned against your doorframe, putting his weight on his forearm as he looked down at you. His pink lips parted as he laid eyes on you. His tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip as he dragged his gaze up and down your body.

“What are you doing here?” you asked roughly, crossing your arms and glaring at him as he stared at your breasts.

“Don’t go on that date,” Spencer breathed, his chest heaving. His shirt was unbuttoned down to his chest, sweat lingering on his collarbone, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked haggard, rushed, nervous.

“Why shouldn’t I?” you asked, leaning on one hip and smirking up at him.

Spencer stepped forward, lingering above you and looking down at you darkly. You swallowed thickly, the heat rushing to your face and chest as the scent of him surrounded you.

“I want you.” His voice was gruff, full of emotion and lust. His eyes were clouded over, shadowed and glassy, and you shivered under the weight of it.

If you couldn’t have him all to yourself, you figured, at least you could have him one last time.

“Prove it,” you whispered, gasping when his hands shot out and pulled your face up to his.

Your lips crashed together as Spencer’s hand tangled in your hair, and a startled moan escaped your chest as he pushed you inside, kicking the door shut behind him. Spencer ushered you in with his tall frame until your back hit the wall with a heavy thump.

“God, what took you so long?” you gasped as he moved on to your neck, nipping and sucking bruises into your skin. His hands dragged down your sides, slipping under the robe and palming your waist as your back arched.

“You piss me off, Y/N,” he growled in your ear, gripping your ass in his hands and hoisting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. You whined as he bit down on your shoulder and pressed his clothed cock against your lace-covered pussy. “You fuck me once and then you expect me to just sit and watch you go out with someone else?”

“Oh, you piss me off, Reid!” you snarled back, tangling your hands in his hair and pulling his head back up to you. You clashed together in a crash of teeth and tongue, Spencer’s body covering yours as he pulled you off and then shoved you harder against the wall. “You fucked me, and forgot about me!”

“Stop talking, okay? You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said as he pulled away breathless, nodding emphatically at you. “Just shut up, stop talking for once in your life.”

“Make me,” you laughed back, your face scrunching up in annoyance. Spencer’s eyes widened, then he squinted deliciously at you, turning sharply and tossing you down roughly on the couch.

You bounced on the cushions as he descended on you. He pushed you up to lean against the armrest, lips attaching again to your skin and biting roughly down your neck and chest. Spencer untied your robe, pushing it open, dragging his teeth between your breasts.

“Take this off,” he said suddenly, sitting up and pawing at your shoulders. “Take it off now.”

You sat up just enough to slip it off, keeping eye contact with him as your pussy began to leak through your panties. You reached behind yourself to unclasp your bra, tossing it off into the ether.

Spencer’s eyes lit up as your breasts bounced, and he quickly ducked his head and latched onto one of your nipples. Your back arched as your head rocked back off the edge of the armrest, and his other hand palmed your tit to tweak and pinch your aching bud.

"Jesus," you gasped softly, clamping your hand over your mouth as he swapped one nipple for the other. Your hips jerked forward, brushing against his crotch. You wrapped your thighs around his waist to pull him closer, grinding your sopping slit against his pants while he groaned as he worked your nipples over.

"Spencer," you whined, pathetically rubbing against him and pushing your chest out.

He pulled his lips from you with a pop , licking them and smiling at you. You reached out and brushed your thumb across his bottom lip, now pink and swollen and wet with spit. His cheeks reddened as you touched him, his pupils blown and chest heaving. As angry as he made you, as frustrated as he'd left you these last few months, you smiled back.

God, he was beautiful like that.

You sat up enough to pull at his belt, making quick work of his fly and reaching inside. Heat coursed through you as you palmed him through his briefs. He was thick, he was long, and by the look in his eyes he was going to fuck you until you couldn't walk.

Spencer made quick work of his shirt while you finished pulling him out of his slacks, sliding your hand up the length of him. Spencer leaned his forehead against yours as you pumped him in your hand, hardly able to get it all the way around him.

“Y/N…” he groaned, his hips thrusting forward with your touch. He kissed you again, the softest he’d done it since barging into your apartment. “I want you.”

“Prove it,” you said again, and the glint in his eye sent a shock of excitement through you. He kissed you again roughly, smearing your lipstick and dragging the red stains with him as he kissed his way down your chest and stomach.

Spencer’s fingers curled around the thin scrap of lace separating you as he nipped the soft skin of your tummy. You watched him, a dirty smirk taking over his face just before he ripped the lace in two.

You gasped, both in anger and desperation as your body shook with the force. Your breasts jiggled and Spencer watched them with his bottom lip between his teeth. He tossed the ruined underwear aside, then reached out and lightly slapped the side of one of your tits just to watch it bounce.

Groaning in annoyance, you lifted your hips up to entice him. His hands smoothed back down your sides, sliding over your hips and resting in the apex of your thighs to hold them open.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he cooed softly, brushing his thumb up and down your aching slit. You watched him with anger even though your pussy dripped with anticipation. He only called you baby when he fucked you.

“I-,” you started, then shook your head, baring your teeth at him. Spencer chuckled lightly, pressing his thumb further into you. He gathered up your slick and brought it back up, swirling your clit with the pad of his finger.

“Tell me,” he baited you, pushing just a little harder and laughing as your head rocked back against the armrest. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Ugh!” you snarled, fingers digging into the cushion as you sat up on your elbows to glare at him. "Fuck you, Spencer!"

“Let me hear you say it, and I’ll take care of you,” he crooned, tilting his head to the side and watching you so sweetly… you wanted to kick him in the face.

But you also wanted to cum, and you wanted that cock inside you again.

“I want you,” you finally relented, your thighs twitching underneath his hands as he grinned wolfishly.

“I know you do, baby.”

Spencer licked his lips, then dove headfirst into your dripping sex. He held your thighs open as they tried to clench around his head, your hands flying into his hair to keep him close.

Spencer’s moans reverberated through your pussy, slurping and sucking up every drop of you as you groaned breathily above him. He pressed two fingers to your entrance, and immediately you fucked down on them, and you swore he smiled against your lips as he started pumping into you.

“Oh, fuck!” you whined as he started curling and spreading his fingers. Your fists held him by his hair to your clit even tighter as you rode his face and his fingers, the sopping wet sounds of him fucking you only driving you closer and closer to the edge,

Your whole body started to twitch as you draped one thigh over the back of the couch, your other foot pressing hard against the edge of your coffee table. You cried out as his teeth grazed your swollen bud, you orgasm ripping through you as he held you wide open and fucked you with his fingers.

Spencer hardly gave you a moment to breathe as you came down, pulling his fingers from your pussy and shoving them in your mouth. Tears formed in your eyes as they pressed into the back of your throat, Spencer watching you like he was burning the image into his mind forever.

You swirled your tongue around and sucked yourself off him as he gazed hypnotically at you, your eyes meeting and shocking him out of it. Slipping his fingers from your lips, he stood from the couch long enough to toe off his shoes and shuck his pants and underwear.

He pounced on you the second he ripped the last garment off, his underwear hitting the floor somewhere as his hands reached for your face. He kissed you roughly, tongue plunging into your mouth as your makeup smeared further.

He guided himself to your entrance as he kissed you, your legs still spread wide and open just for him. You both gasped as he pressed into you, slowly pumping in and out to stretch you on his thick cock.

“Fuck, so tight,” he grunted, leaning back on his knees to watch himself split you open. You moaned and arched your back, sighing happily as he finally sheathed inside you. "I missed this pussy, baby."

Spencer pumped into you a few more times, watching his dick slide in and out of you. He moved back a little on the couch and pulled you down with him until you laid flat on the cushions before gripping your wrists in his hands and holding them above your head.

“God, look at you,” he grunted, rocking his hips sharply and smiling at the sounds you made. You were already too fucked out to care if he made fun of you for them, you just wanted get fucked until you couldn’t do anything but lie there and take it.

He draped his body over yours, and you wrapped your thighs around him as he kissed you again. His hips rolled long and hard, thrusting in time with his kisses, his fingers bruising your wrists.

He fucked you hard, both of you grunting and groaning with each thrust to your cervix. Sweat poured off you both, your skin sliding together as you clenched around his slick cock.

A knock at the door made you both stop, your lips still pressed together as you both looked up at the door.

“Uh, Y/N?” Agent Berkeley’s voice came through the wood. Your eyes widened in shock and so did Spencer’s… though he had that damned mischievous glint in his. “I know I’m early, one of your neighbors let me up.”

You shook your head as he glanced toward the door, warning him not to say anything. Instead, he thrust into you again, and you couldn’t even cover your mouth since he was still holding your wrists above your head.

You bit down on your lip as he did it again and again, watching you with a wicked grin as your skin turned red and that coil tightened again in your lower belly.

Spencer leaned down and whispered hotly against your neck, “What’s the matter, Y/N? You don’t want Agent Berkeley to see you fucked out with your makeup smeared all over your pretty face?”

“Y/N?” Berkeley's voice came again, “You home?”

You whined with your jaw clenched tightly shut as he slowed his thrusts, rolling his hips languidly and pushing up into your g-spot. He laughed lightly in your ear as one of his hands moved to your clit.

“You don’t want him to come in and see your thighs wrapped around my waist?” When you shook your head and whimpered an unh-uh , he licked a stripe up your neck and grazed his teeth against your ear. “How do you think he’d feel, huh? Seeing me fucking his date?”

You shuddered under the sheer heat and weight of him. He laughed against your skin as he fucked you, your date on the other side of the door as Spencer whispered dirty things to you.

“You still gonna go?” he grunted, his thrusts turning rough again as he started pounding into you. You bit your lips tightly between your teeth, digging your fingernails into the back of his hand as he held them gruffly. “You still gonna let him fuck you when I’m done with you?”

As hot as the thought was, you knew you weren’t going anywhere with Berkeley after this, but Spencer didn’t need to know that. You scratched the back of his hand harder, and he cursed under his breath as he let go.

You shoved him and twisted your body, both of you falling off the couch and landing heavily on the floor. Spencer’s cock impaled you as you landed on top of him, and you let out a sharp yelp as tears burst from the corners of your eyes, despite how good it felt.

"You alright in there?" Berkeley asked politely through the door, knocking again.

Spencer hissed in apology, reaching up to cup your jaw as your mascara streamed down your face.

“Just give me a minute!” you called, surprising even yourself as Spencer’s apologetic smile turned to a shocked jaw drop.

“Oh, okay,” the voice came from the other side of the door.

“What are you gonna do?” Spencer whispered, thrusting up into you for emphasis. “Tell him you were riding dick and that’s why you’re running late?”

You bared your teeth at him again, but instead of getting off of him and trying to hide him, you rolled your own hips. You lifted yourself up on your knees, dropping down on his cock and grinning as he moaned quietly.

Spencer slapped a hand over his mouth, watching you darkly. You couldn’t help yourself, and ripped it from his face and kissed him as you rode him.

“What’s the matter, baby?” you mocked him quietly, planting both hands on either side of his head. The head of his dick pushed up into your cervix as you rode him, leaning down to grin devilishly at him. “Don’t want anyone to know you’re here?”

Spencer growled, sitting up and wrapping his arms around your waist. He moved to lean against the front of the couch, fucking up into you as you rode his cock, tangling your hands in his hair and holding him close.

“I’ll tell him myself,” Spencer hissed, rolling his hips and digging his nails into yours. You clutched him tightly as you tugged on his shaggy curls, that airy feeling in your chest only expanding as you moaned as quietly as you could. “I’ll tell everyone how you came on my cock and my tongue and my fingers.”

Spencer’s teeth dug into your shoulder as he held back a sedated series of grunts, the two of you rocking and humping like desperate animals on your living room floor. Your juices leaked between the two of you, drenching the insides of your thighs and Spencer’s lower belly.

“I’ll let everyone know you like being manhandled, tossed around and told what to do.” His moans turned reedy and high as the coil tightened in your stomach, your gaze going blurry and wet as you twitched and clenched around his thick cock.

“I’ll tell them how you sound when you cum.” Your legs turned to jelly, and you just held onto his shoulders while his cock ground up into you and stretched your quaking walls. “I’ll tell them you begged me for it, and you loved every single second of my dick inside you.”

“I want you to tell them,” you gasped, and the coil finally snapped. Heat rushed through your veins as you buried your face into his neck, biting down on his skin as you shuddered and shook on his cock, surprised by your own admission.

Spencer’s length jerked up one last time, burying himself into you and spilling his hot seed into your cervix. He groaned through clenched teeth as his nails dug into your hips, bruising you and leaving you panting as you held him.

His chest heaved as he clutched you tightly to him. Your sweat began to cool against his skin, unable to unwrap yourself from him, turning stiff and sore as the bruises began to ache.

“You sure you’re alright?” A knock came again, and you startled in Spencer’s arms. Spencer sighed against your chest, finally releasing you from his grasp and leaning back to look up at you.

“Don’t go on that date,” he whispered, watching you intently as you both struggled to catch your breath. “Stay with me, don’t go.”

You watched him, unsure of the weight behind his gaze. He brushed back your hair, his fingers threading through and along your scalp. Tongue darting out to wet his lips, he swallowed thickly as he looked to you so softly, you wanted to kiss him.

You couldn’t take it, so you untangled yourself from him and stood, both of you groaning as he slipped out of you. Snatching your robe off the floor, you tugged it on and cinched it closed. You tried to smooth your hair back as you opened the door just an inch or two to gaze up at Agent Berkeley.

Guilt swelled in your chest as you saw him. He wasn’t wearing his normal tee and tight jeans, but instead had on a nice pair of slacks and a sweater, holding a bouquet of roses and lilies.

“Oh, your makeup…” he said, looking to you with concern. “Are you okay?”

“You know, I’m not feeling great,” you lied with a smile. “Food poisoning, so I’m gonna stay home.”

“I-I can get you some crackers, soup,” he offered, but you shook your head.

“I’ll call you, okay? I need to lie down.” Not completely a lie, your legs were sore and exhausted from riding Spencer Reid’s cock on the floor while your date waited patiently outside. You knew your makeup was running down your face, and you probably looked absolutely ruined.

“These are for you.” Berkeley handed you the bouquet, and you did your best to pull it into the apartment without opening the door further. “Feel better, okay?”

You waved goodbye and closed the door heavily behind you, leaning against it and latching it with one hand while you held the flowers in the other. You glanced over to where Spencer was, but instead of where you’d left him on the floor, he was lounging on your couch, naked as the day he was born and grinning at you.

“He could have at least gotten you something more interesting than Calla Lilies,” he smirked, settling against a pillow and lacing his fingers behind his head.

“More than you ever got me,” you retorted, turning on your heel and heading for your kitchen. You vaguely clocked Spencer standing up to follow you, ignoring him as you opened the cabinet under the sink to pull out a vase.

You went about pouring the flower food and water into the vase, then turned to go to your junk drawer. Spencer leaned against the doorway, watching you with his arms crossed over his chest. You ignored him and grabbed some scissors from the drawer, snipped off the ends of the stems and placed them in the vase.

As you were fluffing them up to look fuller, Spencer’s warmth was behind you again, his hands coming to rest on the counter on either side of you.

“Y/N,” he said in your ear, and it was all you had to keep from jumping.

“What do you want from me, Spencer?” you snarled, turning around to face him. His eyes widened but he didn’t pull away.

“I want you,” was all he said, and you rolled your eyes and pointed toward the door.

“You already had me,” you told him as you glared, “so you can go now.”

“That’s not what I mean,” he said quietly, licking his lips and watching you intently.

“If you wanted me that badly, you would have told me after we hooked up the first time.”

Spencer shook his head sadly, shuffling closer until he had you pressed against the counter. It felt odd, him being naked and you at least dressed in your robe. At least you had a shield for whatever mean thing was about to come out of his mouth.

“I should have told you then, but I got scared,” he whispered, his voice wavering as those beautiful hazel eyes bored into yours. He chuckled bitterly before he continued “I managed to convince myself that you couldn’t want me too, so I ignored you so I could move past it.”

You just watched him, crossing your arms over your chest and trying not to let your chin wobble. Spencer sighed and traced your face with his eyes, as if he were committing you to memory.

“But then I noticed the way you looked at me, how sad you looked when I pretended like I didn’t care if you were there or not.”

You shook your head, “I don’t feel anything for you, Spencer.”

One of his hands left the counter to cup your jaw, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. “If that’s really how you feel, that’s fine. I’ll leave, and we can pretend again like this didn’t happen. But I don’t want that, and I don’t think you do either.”

“You don’t know anything,” you grunted, tears welling in your eyes as he sighed sadly.

“Then why aren’t you out on that date?”

“You asked me to stay.”

“Exactly.”

You glared up at him, brutally unsure and more naked than you ever liked to be. But there he stood, absolutely bare and open, ready to pour out pieces of himself if you asked him to.

“You really wanna know why I’m not on that date?” you asked, and he nodded hesitantly, but his hand never left you.

“Tell me,” he breathed, “I want to hear you say it.”

You grinned, and he grinned back, and he leaned in just close enough to kiss you, hovering just in front of you.

“I want you.”

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