bathed in moonlight
a penelope garcia x spencer reid fic
a/n: hi 😎 this is literally just sex. 4k of sex. premise is spencer has a very big dick and it's utterly useless, but penelope very much so is not and also they are in love
dedicated to the wonderful @t4tmoreid because this is directly inspired by them and thank you to @blkantigone for being the first eyes other than mine once again, ily both
rating/warnings: explicit!! 100 percent explicit!! minors dni, please and thank you (pwp, teasing and praise, light d/s play (dom pen and sub spence), face sitting, riding, multiple orgasms, hair tugging, and oh my god they are so in love they have to say it constantly)
read it here on ao3!
She cups his cheeks, tilting his head back to look at her. “Hi, Pen,” he says. He always looks at her with such love in his eyes, but when he’s starting to get subby like this, it becomes unfettered adoration.
“Hi, Spence,” she says, kissing his nose. “I love you so much. You know that, right?”
He smiles, cheeks turning a happy shade of pink. “I know.”
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Spencer has a big dick and someone who loves him very much, not necessarily in that order.
word count: 4175
“Seems like such a waste, baby boy. You’ve got such a big cock-” Penelope tightens her grip at the base of his cock and Spencer whimpers- “and all you’re good for is getting needy the second my hand brushes against the front of your pants.”
Spencer blushes. Naked and sitting on the edge of their bed, the blush spreads over his chest. Penelope is on her knees in front of him in a dark blue lingerie set. He keeps staring at the straps of lace holding her tits up. “Penny,” he whines. “Need you.”
“You’re such a cutie when you get whiny though. What do you want, baby? You want me to stroke you like this?” She slides her hand up the length of his cock, twisting on the head. He moans, falling back on his elbows. “ Or do you want me to take my time and make you feel good with my mouth?” She leans in and licks the slit of the tip. Spencer’s eyes roll back in his head.
“Penny, please-” His hips buck up, chasing the heat of her mouth. She tuts her lips before leaning back.
“Such a brat when you’re needy, pretty baby.” Penelope moves her hands away from his dick to trace her fingers along his thighs. “Or do you want me to climb up there and sit on your big useless cock and fuck myself?”
His hips jump again and he groans. The tip of his cock brushes against her cheek. She laughs. “Okay, baby boy, I think we have a winner.” He nods, hands already gripping the sheets.
She stands slowly, leaving a line of kisses up his stomach and his chest until she’s on her feet. She cups his cheeks, tilting his head back to look at her. “Hi, Pen,” he says. He always looks at her with such love in his eyes, but when he’s starting to get subby like this, it becomes unfettered adoration.
“Hi, Spence,” she says, kissing his nose. “I love you so much. You know that, right?”
He smiles, cheeks turning a happy shade of pink. “I know.” He kisses the skin in between her breasts, just above where the lace ends. “I love you too.”
She threads her hands into his hair and leans down for a kiss. His arms wrap around her waist. For a moment, they stay like that, lips pressed together sweetly. But it doesn’t take long for Penelope to nip Spencer’s bottom lip and make him gasp. She slides her tongue into his mouth, gently pushing him back on the bed to make more room from her legs on either side of him. He whimpers as she sucks on his tongue and straddles him in one motion.
As soon as her hips are hovering over him, his hips twitch. She breaks away from the kiss, tugging on his hair. “Patience, my dove, let me take my time with you.” Spencer moans as she punctuates her words with a grind of her hips.
“Penny,” he whispers. She grins, grinding her hips again with another tug of his hair.
“So pretty when you beg. Do it some more.”
His flush deepens, pink down further on his chest. “Please, Pen, I need it-”
“Need what, baby boy? You gotta use your words, or I don’t know what you need,” she teases in a sing-song voice.
“Need to be inside you, please, need you to fuck me-” The muscles in his stomach jump under her hand as she runs her fingers across his skin. She lightly scratches up his side.
“What was that, my love?” She leaves a trail of kisses along his jaw back to his ear. He lets out a whiny sigh as she nibbles on his ear.
“Please fuck me,” he whimpers. “Need you so bad, so so bad, I’ll do anything please- oh!”
While he begged, she slid her underwear out of the way so she could grind directly against his cock. “That’s more like it, baby.”
His hands tighten on her sides. “Thank you,” he says, eyelids fluttering.
“This is what this big cock was made for, made me for me to use like a dildo, to fuck myself whenever I want, isn’t that right?” Spencer nods, leaning in to nuzzle his face against her chest.
She leans forward to press his face closer. He slides a hand up her back. “Can I unhook this? Please?” he asks with a hand on the back of her bra.
“Since you asked so nicely, you can, baby boy.” He grins and unhooks it after only 2 tries. “You’ve gotten a lot better at that.”
He blushes. “I think it’s all the practice.” She laughs, shimmying her bra off.
Spencer leans forward, wanting his mouth on her. She puts her hands back in his hair, guiding him to her right nipple. He sucks it into his mouth, looking up at her with her favorite doe eyed look. She scratches his scalp. “So pretty,” she says. He palms the other, his big hand the perfect size to hold and squeeze. Penelope rocks her hips against him again, shivering from the vibration of his moan against her.
Taking both hands and placing them on his shoulders, she pushes him onto his back. He goes easily, even as he pouts from the loss of her in his mouth.
She giggles. “If you want me to fuck you, then you gotta get me ready first angel.” He raises an eyebrow. “I’m gonna sit on your face, baby, and you can earn getting fucked.”
He smiles up at her. His hair is splayed out around his head, looking like he’s floating in water. “Yes, Penny.”
“Good boy.” She stands, sliding her underwear off. Tossing them to the floor, she crawls back onto the bed. Spencer tentatively reaches up a hand to touch her face. Normally, she would tease him for being so sweet, but today, she just wants to kiss him. So, she does, hovering above him on the way to sit on his face. They kiss for a minute or two before his hips start jerking towards her and she pulls away from him. "Baby boy, are you getting desperate again?"
Spencer turns his face into the sheets, nodding. She kisses the apple of his cheek, right where his blush is the strongest.
"Okay, sugar plum, I won't make you wait much more. But you still gotta earn being fucked." She grabs his chin to tilt his face back up. “Watch, Spencer. Don’t shut your eyes.” She gives him one more peck.
With that, she’s slowly standing on the bed, wobbling a little. They both laugh as she regains her balance. “You okay?” Spencer asks, a hand curling around her ankle for a moment.
Penelope smiles down at him. “All good.” She steps forward before dropping to her knees on either side of his face. She hears his hands twitch on the bed, watches his eyes fixate where she’s wet and throbbing right above his face now. “Ready, baby?” He nods, mouth dropping open and tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.
She puts a hand in his hair before slowly lowering herself onto his mouth. His eyes flutter shut as he licks a long line against her. Her hips jump a little this time as he barely ghosts her clit.
“Fuck, baby- not wasting any time huh?”
He blinks his eyes open to stare into hers as he does it again, a slow line before flicking her clit twice.
“Oh, good boy, I love you so much- fuck-” Her hands tighten in his hair as he focuses his attention on her clit, keeping the slow pace. His hands come up to wrap around her thighs. “That cock may be useless, but your mouth definitely isn’t.” He whimpers, head spinning at the dual degradation and praise.
She rocks her hips, wanting more. Spencer whimpers louder. It’s his favorite part, when it really starts to feel like he’s a vessel for Penelope’s pleasure and that alone.
“God, I love fucking your tongue like this, pretty boy.” Penelope throws her head back as she picks up the pace. “Feel how wet you’re making me?”
He hums against her in acknowledgment. The sound reverberates through her and she moans.
He squeezes her thighs as he sucks on her clit. Penelope takes a deep breath, rocking her hips in a short rhythm as he flicks his tongue against her and pairs it with pulsing sucks. “Oh, baby boy, you eat pussy like a champ, you know that?” He goes faster, eyes sparkling from her praise. “My sweet boy, doing so good for me,” she whispers as she slides her hands up over her stomach to palm her own tits.
Spencer moans at the sight, speeding up again. All he can think about is making her feel good, how much he loves her.
Her hips start stuttering against his mouth. Knowing she’s close, he moves a hand to slide a finger inside of her, and then two once he realizes just how wet and ready she is.
“Fuck, fuck, oh, just like that-” The sounds of her moans and his mouth fill the room. “Baby, I’m gonna cum, don’t stop,” she begs, hips moving faster. He keeps a consistent rhythm, curling his fingers and sucking harder until she’s crying out and cumming on his face.
“Jesus,” Penelope whispers as he licks her through it. “Good job, baby boy.” She goes to move off of him, but his hands tighten on her thighs. His tongue laps at her, cleaning her up and making her shiver. The fingers that were just inside of her are wet on her skin as he holds her in place. She raises her eyebrows. “You wanna eat me out some more?”
He nods, the movement brushing against her. It makes her hips buck, still so sensitive from orgasming just a moment ago.
“Okay, baby boy,” she says with a smile. “How about you let me go for just a second?” He frowns; she feels it more than sees it. “You gotta breathe for a second, angel face, and you’ve got me all sensitive, I need a little break too.” His hands loosen, letting her move. She puts her hands on their headboard, leaning on it so she can lift from Spencer’s mouth.
“Hi,” he croaks. She giggles as he clears his throat.
“How is your voice all scratchy, gorgeous? The strap is in the closet today, not your throat.”
He turns his head to hide his face against her knee.
“Oh, don’t be embarrassed sweetie, it’s so cute, I love it,” she says. He kisses her leg softly.
“I love you,” he says, muffled by her skin.
“I love you too.” She strokes his hair. Her thighs start to tremble from holding herself up and steady. Spencer kisses her left thigh.
“My breath is caught.”
Penelope giggles. “Is that so, sugar?”
Spencer nods, already looking at her pussy again.
“Well, alright then.” Penelope has been a fan of overstimulation, for herself and others, so she happily moves herself back onto Spencer’s mouth. Spencer kisses her softly. It makes her giggle, even as she jerks against his face. “You’re so sweet to me. That’s why you’re my baby, right Spence?”
“Sweet to me too,” he mumbles against her, the sound muffled. She shivers.
“My baby boy,” she says, sinking her fingers back into his hair. “My perfect angel, perfect for making me feel good and being my pretty dildo.”
Spencer works his jaw slowly, running his tongue in light patterns. He laps her clit, gentle at first but she presses down. Getting the memo, he digs his face in more. Penelope moans happily.
She settles into a grinding when he slips his tongue inside of her. The rotation of her hips makes her clit rub against his nose. He pulls her closer, hands moving to her ass. “Fuck, Spencer! I can never get over how much you love this.” She tugs on his hair, grinding faster. He groans, eyes rolling back in his head.
The vibration makes her moan too, so Spencer does it again, groaning as she essentially rides his tongue. It’s harder to get full breaths like this, but Spencer doesn’t care. Being slightly lightheaded only makes it feel better for him. Besides, he knows he can tap out at any time, and that safety makes him pull her closer.
Penelope is still tingling from her last orgasm, so she’s already climbing to the peak again. A litany of sounds fall from her lips as Spencer starts curling his tongue inside of her in time with her grinds. Her hands tug hard on his hair. She collapses into him, holding his face against her. What a sight they must make, she thinks, clutching each other like this with his face buried in her pussy. Spencer whines, eyes staring up at her with pupils blown wide.
“Shit, baby, I’m gonna-”
Spencer curls his tongue inside of her harder and shakes his head a little to push his nose against her clit.
“Fuck!” Penelope shouts, thighs trembling. “That’s it baby boy, that’s it- oh love, I’m gonna-” He moans, the sight of her coming apart above him almost as good as having her pussy on his mouth. That’s all it takes before she’s gushing on his tongue with an unintelligible shout. He slows down, bringing her down gently. Penelope takes a hand out of his hair to brace herself on the headboard. She looks down at him, chest heaving. “Fuck, Spencer. You’re such a good boy, did so well for me.”
She lifts her hips off his face, smiling as he whines from the loss. His cheeks are ruddy and his chin is wet. He’s blinking slowly, a good mark that he’s a little fucked out and very subby. “I did good?”
Penelope cups his cheek with her free hand. “So good, my beautiful boy. You earned getting fucked and then some.”
Spencer flushes. He blinks up at her before smiling. She turns and sits on the bed next to him, still breathing hard.
“Sit up, baby, I need another break, but I want to kiss you while I’m still all over your face.” Spencer pops up, leaning back on the headboard. Penelope leans back next to him, their chests angled towards each other. They smile at each other for a moment.
She reaches her right hand behind his head and pulls him in for a kiss. Slowly, she licks her way into his mouth. Spencer’s stomach swoops like they’ve gone down the far side of a roller coaster. When she pulls away, he whines.
“You taste like me,” she says before kissing him again. He puts a hand on the side of her stomach, tilting his head to let her kiss him as deeply as she wants. A new warmth spreads through him- kissing like this, with the remnants of making her feel good all over his face, feels dirty and intimate in the best way. Penelope takes her time, holding him just where she wants him as he starts trembling. She kisses along his jaw and down his neck. “Such a good boy, my favorite fuck toy, right baby?” She punctuates each word with a little kiss. Spencer whimpers, hips twitching.
The hand in his hair scratches the nape of his neck. She leans forward to put her lips right under his ear, sucking and nipping at his skin. “I love you so much,” she says. The sound vibrates through him.
“I love you,” he says, his hand trailing around to her back to pull her closer. Spencer marvels every time at how soft and warm she is. Her hand in his hair, the other tracing his side, her lips gently insistent wherever she kisses him, and her warmth- it all engulfs him until the world melts away.
Penelope climbs onto her knees, tilting Spencer’s head back with a tug of his hair. She kisses him as she swings a leg, straddling him. His hands cling to her without thought.
Her hair falls like a curtain around their faces at this angle, her looking down and him looking up. Penelope rubs their noses together. “Hi, my love.”
Spencer huffs a laugh. “Hello, Penelope.” He kisses the corner of her mouth.
“You ready to put that big cock to use?” She traces a lazy circle with her thumb on the back of his neck. Spencer squeaks. “I wanna hear you say it, sweet boy.”
“I’m ready. Please fuck me.”
Penelope grins. “Again, Spencer.”
Spencer pouts. “Please, please, fuck me, use my cock however you want, I’m yours-”
Penelope reaches in between them to line his cock up where she wants it. He cuts himself off with a gasp. “Good boy,” she says, rubbing the head of his cock against her in a slow barely there tease. He whimpers when he brushes against her without her taking him inside. “I thought you said however I want Spence? What if I just want to do this for the rest of the night?”
Spencer whimpers again, louder this time. He tucks his face into her neck. He mumbles something, but Penelope can’t hear.
“What was that, baby boy?” She makes sure to linger when the head of his cock is poised at the perfect angle for her to sit on. Spencer keens, tensing to stop himself from bucking his hips.
“You can do whatever you want, I wanna be good,” he repeats. She tugs his hair to put his face back in front of hers.
“Good boy. My sweetie, always wanting to be good for me.” She nuzzles their noses, the sweet gesture paired with more teasing of his cock. “I know you’d let me play with you all night, without ever giving you quite what you need, but I’m not that mean, am I?” Spencer shakes his head, fingers digging in on her shoulders. Penelope kisses him slowly, sliding their tongues together until he relaxes. “You’re right,” she whispers, only a breath away from his lips. “I wouldn’t pass up sitting on my favorite cock, anyway.”
She smiles before lining him up and sinking onto him. He throws his head back with a loud groan. Penelope’s hand on his neck stops his head from clunking against their headboard.
“God, this stretch never gets old,” Penelope says, breathless. She slides down slowly, even though she’s been ready and wanting to do this for the last 30 minutes. “You’re so big, baby boy. Longer than most, yes, but shit, Spence, you get girthy when you’re hard- oh, fuck.”
Spencer takes long, slow breaths, trying to keep his cool. “Unh, Penny, I love you-”
Penelope laughs, a happy, airy sound. “Already with the I love yous, and I’m only halfway there?” Spencer blushes. Penelope kisses him sweetly and pauses her slide down. She rocks her hips and then back down, and he keens. “Oh, I love you too,” she says as she does it again.
Spencer whines as she establishes a rhythm, taking more of him with each bounce. “Fuck,” he whimpers, hands clutching her back.
“That’s the idea, baby,” she says with a smirk. It takes a moment (he is thoroughly distracted after all) but he laughs when he understands her meaning. The laughter turns into another moan when she sinks down around almost all of him and grinds her hips, and then starts gently bouncing again.
It doesn’t take much more of that before Penelope is sitting on all of his cock. Spencer slumps back against the headboard. He runs a hand along the side of her breasts and stomach. “Oh, fuck, fuck, Pen-” She clenches around him.
“Doing okay, baby boy?” Penelope asks, nonchalantly as if she isn’t grinding slowly, hips moving in a circle. Spencer nods, hands grabbing the sides of her stomach.
“Yes- unh- I’m okay,” he says, voice barely a whisper. “More than okay.”
Penelope smiles softly at him. “Good boy. You fill me up so nicely. The perfect fit.” His fingers press into her soft flesh.
Grinding like this keeps him pressed against her g spot. Spencer keens, eyes half lidded as he watches her move. “God, Penelope,” he moans.
She pulls him in for a kiss, gentle and open mouthed. Spencer runs his hands along her back. “There’s my baby boy,” she mutters against his lips. “Being so good for me.”
Spencer whimpers as she rocks her hips faster and clenches around him. “Penny!” He tugs her closer, pressing them skin to skin across their torsos.
Penelope tilts his head down to rest their foreheads together. She plays with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I love sitting on your cock like this, pretty boy. Where’d you get such a big dick?”
Spencer stammers, drifting happily as her grinding and rocking makes him mindless.
Penelope giggles. “Shh, baby, let me fuck you,” she says before kissing him again. Spencer tangles a hand in her hair. They settle into this happy intimacy, kissing as she grinds in his lap. Spencer keeps whimpering as her tongue explores his mouth. His right hand palms her ass, squeezing as she rolls her hips. “You sound so pretty,” she says, breathless.
“I love you,” Spencer whimpers. “I love you, I love you- oh, fuck!”
Penelope tugs on his hair again. “You gonna cum pretty boy?” Spencer nods, eyes glassy. “Good. Cum inside of me, baby.”
Spencer whines, fingers digging into her skin. “Oh-”
“Go ahead Spence, let go, I want you to.” Penelope rocks with fast short bursts, squeezing around him and pulling his hair to push him over the edge.
“Fuck!” He sobs out, tensing and clinging to her tighter than he has all night as his orgasm hits him like a truck.
“There you go, baby boy, just like that,” she says. She slips a hand in between them to rub her clit. Spencer moans as she follows him over the edge, fluttering around his sensitive cock. “Oh, fuck, fuck-” Penelope slumps against him, both of them panting.
Spencer drops his head forward into the crook of her neck. He kisses her skin lightly. "Fuck, Pen."
Penelope rests her cheek on his head. "Yeah?"
Spencer nods, lips brushing her skin again. She lifts herself off of his softening dick. His arms tighten around her, not wanting to ruin their closeness.
"Spencer, sugar, I gotta go get two washcloths." Spencer whines, nuzzling her chest. Penelope strokes his hair fondly. "Okay, my love, more snuggling first." She gently lowers them both backwards onto the bed, letting Spencer keep his head on her chest.
"We're on the wrong side," Spencer mumbles, but not unhappily. Penelope curls his long hair around her fingers.
"When I get up, we can switch to the right side." Spencer hums in acknowledgment. He wiggles closer, hooking a long leg over hers. "You did so good, baby. I mean it."
Spencer smiles against her skin. "I always wanna be good for you Penelope. I love you."
Penelope tugs him closer, grabbing his left hand with her right. "I love you too. So much." She scratches his scalp, feels his eyes flutter shut.
They lay there for 5 minutes more, before Penelope knows he needs the rest of their routine. He whines marginally when she wiggles out of bed, but he's dozing now and she makes sure to brush a kiss against his shoulder before she leaves the room.
Armed with two washcloths and a refill on Spencer’s water, Penelope pads back into the room. She sets the glass down on Spencer’s bedside table. “Spencer,” she says, brushing his hair off of his forehead. He leans into her touch. “Come lay on the right side of the bed and drink a little water.” He grumbles, but lets her hands maneuver him onto the pillows. Penelope sits next to him and gently wipes his face.
“Thank you,” Spencer whispers. She kisses his forehead. “Love you.”
Penelope hands him the water glass, making sure he drinks some. “I love you more.”
Spencer huffs a laugh out of his nose. “Not possible.” Penelope uses the other washcloth on herself before tossing them both in the laundry basket.
Climbing into bed, she wraps her arms around Spencer. “Let’s argue about it tomorrow.” He hums in acknowledgment, but he’s already snuggling into her embrace, tossing his arm over her side and putting his face into her shoulder. Penelope traces little figure eights along Spencer’s spine. “But I’m gonna win,” she whispers. She tucks her face into his hair and shuts her eyes.
Spencer is already asleep, but the arm around her tightens. The familiar motion makes her heart swell. A deep breath or two, and she’s slipping into sleep, the kind of peaceful rest she always gets wrapped up with her love. She squeezes him, tugs him closer. He sighs- the warmth of his breath ghosts across her skin. The shiver is the last thing she feels in her half awake state, and then she’s drifting.