#⨾ଓ. char. spencer reid

[flutterbabee]

Note: I havent even finished S2 of criminal minds as im writing this, I was just overtaken

Edit: the way I accidentally deleted this..was panicking so bad before I remembered I had a copy

Just thinking about Spencer and him absolutely devouring your cunt, just swimming in it. He's on his knees, still wearing his casual dress shirt, pants, and he's only taken off his shoes in an attempt to get more stability on the floor, placing them side by side next to the desk. The desk you were currently gripping onto for dear life—You're covered in a thin layer of sweat, the wooden desk rocking slightly behind you. The moisture building up on your hands did nothing to steady your already twitching body. You're naked, save for a plain t-shirt, your bottoms and shoes disregarded in a forgotten bundle across the floor. Below you, between the space in your thighs, were deep brown eyes and just as brown hair, now made a mess. Spencer's eyes glazed over as he licked stripes across your cunt, pushing his tongue further into your folds, his nose briefly brushing against your clit. Your body shivers at his occasional moan. You were dripping down his chin and neck, soaking spots in his shirt. Each second passing caused your legs to feel more and more unstable, twitching and shaking. Desperate for any sense of balance, you find yourself grabbing at anything, Spencer's hair, shoulders, continuous fumbles of the desk behind you. Hurriedly wiping your hand on your shirt and grabbing the edge of the desk. Your legs started to twitch more, desperate to close your aching thighs, and while your grab at the desk helped you secure you, it wasn't much better than before. Spencer, noticing your movements becoming more frantic, took hold of the back of your knee, placing a firm grasp and pulling you forward. Spencer's fingertips find a home in the plush of your thigh. He continued licking at you, switching between sucking and pecking your bud, releasing it with a loud and wet—*pop*—You were close and Spencer was relentless, repeatedly waving his tongue against your clit, his hold on your leg keeping you in place. Tossing your head back, your toes curl as your body releases its final spasms for the moment, experiencing the peak of your pleasure. Spencer groans as he feels your slick coat on his face, lapping up whatever didn't get on his shirt. Letting out breathy pants, your body starts to go slack, twitching one more time when Spencer kisses your clit.