blurb: post prison spence not being able to get himself off and ur sharing room together on a case and he’s in the bathroom and u can hear him super frustrated so u knock and are like let me help u then u jerk him off very sweetly but then he wants to thank you so he fucks u very hard
this one turned into a way longer thing than i was planning on writing but here you go! enjoy!
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he’s been gone for way too long. too long that it was almost worrisome so you couldn’t help your curiosity. hopping out of your own bed and wandering over to the bathroom you press your ear against the bathroom door.
the noises on the other side sound almost pained until you hear a small breathy ‘fuck’ and it clicks. those are moans, and when you listen closer you can hear some more words, and you can just about make out a frustrated ‘come on!’
you’re not really sure what compels you to, but you knock. and all the noises stop.
“um... spencer?” you ask, wincing as you speak.
“yes?” his voice is almost shaky
“i— you’ve been— you sound frustrated” you sigh, putting it all out there.
“you can hear me?” he all but gasps
“yeah, i guess, i just wanted to know if maybe... can i help?” you can feel the heat creeping up your neck and to your cheeks as you say it, and you want to take it back immidately until you hear shuffling on the other side of the door, and then the handle turns.
spencer’s standing there in just his boxers, the outline of his hard cock is painfully obvious through the white cotton but you have to force yourself not to stare.
“what are you asking?” he whispers, his eyes drifting over your own body.
“i want to give you a hand spencer” you say, reaching your fingers out to run along the waistband of his boxers and he lets out a groan.
“are you sure?” he asks, his own hand reaching down to grip your wrist and hold it still for a moment, so you look up at him.
“ive never been more sure of anything” and his hand leaves yours, allowing you to roam down and grab his bulge over the fabric, palming it for just a second before letting go.
“go lie down on the bed for me” you instruct him, and he does without hesitation. so you join him, kneeling down next to him on the bedspread, and your hands are on him again. trailing your fingertips gently down his torso as his breathing starts to grow more and more erratic. once your hands are in his waistband it almost ceases entirely.
and then you’re pulling them down, finally getting a look at his flushed pink cock. it looks so painfully hard, and it’s leaking so much it’s no wonder he sounded so frustrated.
“tell me what’s wrong?” you ask, soft and sweet as you trail a finger along the underside of his shaft and he shivers.
“i just couldn’t— I don’t know, my head is— fuck” he groans
“well how about i help you out up there too” you lean down to whisper against his ear, “tell me what you like to think about dr. reid”
as he mulls it over you start to pump your hand up and down softly, at an almost teasing pace.
“would you believe me if i said it was you?” he says, just shy of a whisper, a blush creeping up his chest to his neck.
“well you’d have to tell me a little more than that” you tease, and he lets out a breathy laugh.
“i think about the—uh! the same thing a lot” he moans, “when we have to share a room like this it’s— fuck! worse!” as he speaks you continue to work your hand up and down his length as it twitches in your grip.
“im usually thinking about fucking you” he groans as you begin to place kisses along his exposed throat.
“please elaborate” you moan against his ear, “but that’s got me wet already”
“uhh! fuck, that feels so good” he whispers, “i usually think about bending you over the desk in work. pulling up one of those little skirts you wear— ah! ripping your panties and pounding into your tight little pussy” you can feel the way his words turn you on, so you leave him hanging in silence, waiting for him to continue.
“but— fuck, when we share a room like this it’s worse. i can’t sleep half the time because i just want to throw you down onto the bed and fuck you until you can’t take it— oh fuck! until you’re crying ‘cause you’ve cum so many times, until the rest of the team is banging on the door to tell us to shut up— god im so close!”
your hand starts to pick up the pace then, pumping up and down his slick cock, savoring the filthy sounds it makes.
“and who’s on top spence?” you moan right against his ear and his eyelids flutter.
“me! fuck! im on top, but you’re face down so i can get deep”
“but then ill just be moaning into the pillows baby?” he shakes his head as he swallows down a gulp in his throat
“not if im— ah! pulling your hair while i make you— fuck, im gonna cum”
his chest is covered in a light sheen of sweat as he gets closer and closer before he’s moaning and gasping as he spills all over your hand and his stomach.
you lazily work him through it as he catches his breath, collapsing down beside him in he bed once he’s done.
you both lay there in silence for a minute, chests heaving, minds racing.
“did you mean all of that?” you ask. he sits himself up a little so he’s leaning over you.
“every word” he smiles
“well, do you wanna maybe bring your fantasy to life?”
She can ride my face, I don’t want nothing in return/ because if she get off, I get off, that’s my concern
You gripped the wooden headboard, whining and writhing over Spencer’s face. His eyes are closed, his hands pulling your hips closer. Yiu can feel his tongue running over every part of you he could, nose prodding at your clit. You can’t find it in yourself to roll your hips. You’re exhausted, having reached euphoria three times over already.
You tried to catch your breath, your body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure Spencer had given you. With a shaky hand, you ran your fingers through his hair, gently tugging to get his attention.
“Spence,” you huffed, running your fingers through his hair.
He finally slowed down, loosening his grip on your hips as he looked up at you with a satisfied smile. His eyes were dark with desire, but there was also a hint of concern. “You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle.
You nodded, a tired but content smile on your face. “Yeah, I’m just… I’m done. I can’t take anymore,” you admitted with a soft laugh, trying to shift off him.
Spencer sat up, helping you move so you could lie back down on the bed. You offered to return the favor, reaching out to him, but he gently took your hand, shaking his head.
“You don’t have to do that,” he said, his tone sincere. “I’m good. I just wanted to make sure you were taken care of.”
You raised an eyebrow, still catching your breath. “But what about you? You deserve to feel good too.”
He leaned down, placing a tender kiss on your forehead before pulling the covers over both of you. “Seeing you like that was more than enough for me,” he whispered, his voice full of affection.
5:51 am. your memories of last night was hazy at best. you remember falling asleep, excited that spencer was on his way home from a case in atlanta. you remember the click of the bedroom door opening, and the sound of your sheets shuffling when spencer got into bed with you. and then, oh. callused fingers rubbing your clit, getting you wet despite your sleep addled brain. a moan, a whimpered "Fuck," and the feeling of being full. the hazy recollection of spencer's slow and hard thrusts. hands gripping your waist, his heaving chest pressed tightly against your back. the echoes of his pelvis thrusting against your ass. "I knew you'd let me use you," he whispered against the shell of your ear, before burying his face into your neck and quickening the pace of him stuffing you full with his cock. as you were waking with the rising run, you feel completely sated and overwhelmed. your skin sticks against spencer's. his arms wrapped around you, one hand lazily cupping your breast under your shirt, while another is lovingly pressed against your stomach. your legs twined under the sheets. you try to move, wake yourself up a bit more. but oh, you're completely full. his cock, half hard, is stuffed into your pussy, plugging up his cum so that none would leak out. you can't help but whimper, your own hand trailing down between your chest, tracing a circle on the back of spencer's hand still pressed against your stomach, and then down to rub your own clit. it feels so good to be stuffed by spencer's cock and cum. and despite having less than 3 hours of sleep, your little whines and the pathetic way you're trying to grind down on him quickly wakes spencer up. "Fuck, darling. That's right, touch yourself," his arms move to wrap around you tighter, hand squeezing your breast, fingers pinching your nipple. spencer's large hand finding a way to grip your hip, while the heel of his palm presses down on your womb. you feel completely surrounded by him. your orgasm comes slowly, hips involuntarily twitching as you grind against each other. each movement of his hips pushing his cum for hours earlier, deeper into your womb and pussy. "I love you," spencer says, as his hands move to soothe and ground you back to reality. his cock twitches at your fucked out, sensitive state. he rubs soothing circles around your belly button, his lips pressing soft kisses against your shoulder, neck, cheek, and chin. you smile up at him, seeing the way the morning sun brings out the color in his eyes, "Good morning, Spence. Welcome home."
notes: several of these are inspired by my parents, who are genuinely the cutest couple i know.
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- he just really likes watching you get ready. if you wear makeup, he’ll ask you what everything is for (even if he kinda already knows)
- will see something that reminds him of you and buy it for you every. time.
- “it reminded me of that time we -”
- loves having his hair played with
- remembers every obscure fact about you, obviously, and it surprises you every time
- “i can’t believe you remembered that i like this”
- “i remember everything, but i especially take note of everything about you. it comes in handy☺️”
- strokes the back of your hand with his thumb when you hold hands
- is clingy lol
- hand on your thigh, constantly. not necessarily sexual, just likes being close
- hand on the waist. holding hands. hell, even linking pinkies.
- when you sit next to him on a couch, he will pull your legs onto his lap
- surprisingly, he lives for physical contact with you despite his germaphobia. you’re not complaining though
- loves when you talk about your life and tell him all the drama
- “wait she said that? that’s ridiculous. that’s bold coming from someone who cancels all her plans twenty minutes before they’re supposed to start.”
- has a tube of your favorite lip balm (just in case)
- will look at you and smile for no reason. when you ask why he’ll just sigh and say that he likes you a lot
- goodbye kisses ALWAYS. won’t leave unless you give him one.
- listens when you talk about your interests. he likes to see you talk passionately about something, he’ll ask clarifying questions as well.
- sends good morning texts at the same time every day you’re not together
- takes your dishes and washes them for you, even when you protest
- slow dancing.
- appreciates and says thank you for every thing you do for him, even if it’s super minute and you tell him it’s not necessary.
- compliments you in front of the team, in front of friends, family, etc. bro loves talking about you lol
- morgan teases him about being “whipped”
- lays his head in your lap whenever possible
- will pucker his lips and point to them to ask for a lil smooch
- attempts to learn to cook for you-
- one time he set the fire alarm off, and he was panicking when you got home. once you opened the windows and got the smoke out, you kissed his disappointed pout away.
- tells you everything. like literally everything.
- “i had a really good muffin for breakfast this morning.”
- “yeah?”
- “yeah! it was from that new bakery on fourth street. you know, you might like it. maybe we should -“
- in conclusion: he really likes you. like a lot. you’re one of the only constants in his life and he loves that you provide some stability. he loves that you love him too.
Spencer rambling and reader lowkey listening and Spencer shutting up because he thinks no one is listening. Reader telling him to continue and Spencer has to reboot to remember what he was talking about because he was overwhelmed by the thought that someone actually wanted to hear him talk and Reader keeps asking him questions so he knows she's listening and Spencer is just falling in love with her even more and more.
the power of making baby spence unload in his pants is something that i think about daily, like his weak little moans, his pink, flushed cheeks, his head rolling back and his eyes gently fluttering shut while his hips buck up to get any sort of friction.
• spencer is very gentle with you, not because he thinks you’re fragile, but because he loves you so much and couldn’t bear to hurt you in any way.
• the two of you have a designated "no serial killer talk" time.
• your home is filled with shelves upon shelves of books, with new ones constantly being added. spencer likes to surprise you with rare editions or books he thinks you’d love.
• spencer isn’t the most outwardly expressive, but he shows his love through small, thoughtful gestures. he leaves notes in your favorite books and brew your coffee exactly how you like it before you wake up.
• due to his work, spencer can be a bit overprotective. he’d worry about your safety but would do his best not to let it interfere with your happiness.
• spencer would cherish the quiet moments you spend together, whether it’s reading side by side, watching classic films, or simply enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence.
• the two of you have annual matching halloween costumes that somehow get exponentially better each year.
• though he’s often serious, spencer has a sharp wit and a subtle sense of humor that would come out more often around you, making you laugh when you least expect it.
• spencer is incredibly caring and would always make sure you feel loved and appreciated. he’d be attuned to your emotions and would do his best to make you feel better when you’re down.
• he overcame his hatred for driving for you but only because you got drunk with jj, emily, and penelope and needed a ride home.
• date nights with spencer range from museum visits and bookshop crawls to stargazing or attending a lecture on a topic you’re both curious about. he’d love to create unique experiences that align with both your interests.
• SOO many coffee dates.
• though he might not be overly demonstrative in public, in private, spencer is incredibly affectionate. he’d hold your hand while reading, leave gentle kisses on your forehead, and give you reassuring hugs after a long day.
• he calls you before each flight to let you know where he’s headed for a case or to tell you when he’s finally coming home. although he usually doesn’t have time to call when he lands because he has to hit the ground running with the case, he always makes sure to send you a text to let you know they landed safely.
• he bought you a stuffed animal to cuddle with when he’s gone. he was nervous about giving it to you and had an entire speech prepared, explaining how they could be beneficial in many cases.
• spencer likes to leave sweet, thoughtful notes for you around the house, often filled with his favorite quotes, little reminders of his love, or even just a simple "have a great day" message in the morning.
• your relationship is built on a mutual love of learning. whether it’s sharing articles, watching documentaries, or attending seminars, you’d constantly be expanding your horizons together.
• spencer LOVES cuddling with you. he finds a lot comfort in your presence. he’d often pull you close while reading or watching tv, enjoying the simple pleasure of being close to you.
• in some ways, being in love with you scares him because he’s never felt this way before. but in other ways, it excites him because he now has someone to share himself with, judgment-free, and a partner to experience life’s highs and lows with.
• this man knows you better than any subject he’s ever studied. <33
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