documentaries and chill
pairing: spencer reid x female!reader
word count: 532
warnings: 18+ minors go away!!! afab reader, fingering, oral, not really edited because this has been sitting in my drafts for like a year-
a/n: wow!!! i haven’t written anything in a long time so my apologies oops! life is just being life, but I promise I have those requests and will work on them when I can. figured I’d just post this old drabble (?) since i feel bad for the semi hiatus lol
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the documentary —one of spencer’s choice, obviously— that you were watching was long forgotten. spencer’s above you and the couch’s armrest has you at an uncomfortable angle, but you could care less with how spencer’s hands feel between your legs. his fingers slowly circling your clit and occasionally slips a finger into you, but it’s just to tease you.
“spence! a little faster, please?” you whine, clutching the hair at the of spencer’s neck as his lips are connected to your collarbones, leaving marks that you both know will show tomorrow but you just can’t bring yourselves to care.
he laughs, you can feel the vibrations on the column of your throat. “what is it, baby? you need more?”
you frantically nod, and spencer—being spencer—gives you what you need. his fingers move faster to stimulate the bundle of nerves, and inserts two of his fingers into your heat that cause you let out a high pitched whine.
your hands are tugging on his brown locks as he makes his way down your body, leaving love bites that his tongue soothes after. his fingers keep a steady pace, pumping in and out of you. spencer’s head eventually makes it in between your legs, but his mouth is biting and sucking at your inner thighs.
“please!” you beg. “stop teasing me.” your hips roll, asking for more attention.
“what do you want, hm? you gotta use your words,” spencer hums. he gives your thigh a harsh bite, and the noise you make when his tongue subdues to pain goes straight to his dick. “you want my mouth on you, honey? you want my tongue?”
the speed of his fingers never falters.
“yes!” you pant. “god, I want your mouth—please, sir!”
you’re starting to feel close, and based off how tightly your clenching his digits, spencer can feel it too. so he goes faster, repeatedly hitting that one spot that practically makes you sing.
“you can have my mouth after you cum on my fingers, understood?”
you’re barely able to get out your response before your orgasm hits you. spencer helps you ride it out; your back arches and your hands tighten their grip on his hair, he groans at the feeling.
“good girl.” spencer’s fingers slow down, and you swear you can almost came again from the sight of his slicked fingers in his mouth.
you’re still coming down from the first high, and the feeling of spencer’s tongue against your clit is so overwhelming that you scream.
it’s music to spencer’s ears, and he tightens his hold on your thighs.
your hands gravitate from his hair to his shoulders, simultaneously trying to push him away due to your sensitivity and trying to bring him impossibly closer because you just loved the feeling of his mouth on you.
with the way he moves, it doesn’t take much for you to cum again. you’re legs are shaking from how much harder the second wave of euphoria hits you.
spencer kisses his way back up your body, leaving a trail of his own saliva mixed with your juices. when he reaches your lips, you don’t hesitate to kiss him like your life practically depended on it.
