omg can you write a neighbor!au where Spencer is away on a case and has a wet dream about reader :0
YUMMY… let’s talk about it!
you kiss spencer slowly, cup his cheeks as his hips grind down against your thigh. such a good boy, you coo, so good for mommy, honey. you want me to make you feel good? spencer nods, drool pooling in his mouth as he squirms desperately in your lap. please! he whimpers, eyes rolling back and his vision going dim. when spencer opens his eyes, he’s alone in a hotel room somewhere in oklahoma, facedown and grinding into the mattress. he whines, pouts, closes his eyes again to try and fall back into the dream.
he’s unsuccessful, but a dull hum of need throbs in the back of his skull. moaning softly, spencer grinds down into the mattress. burying his face in the pillow to muffle his noises, he rolls his hips, pleasure coiling in his belly. your name slips from his lips like a plea, and he imagines your thick, soft thigh between his, your hands roaming across his skin, quiet praises dripping honey-sweet across his mind. mommy, he moans. gonna cum, please, can i? he begs, instinctive, pouting when he realises you aren’t there to give him permission.
a few more desperate, sloppy thrusts against the mattress and spencer comes undone, spilling hot and sticky into his boxers with a shiver. defeated, he flops against his pillow, shuddering in disgust at the mess. but he can’t resist texting — he loathes it, but loathes the idea of waking you more — you that he misses you before he gets in the shower. and, of course, you know exactly what that means at this hour. my sweet boy, you reply. i hope you feel good. can’t wait for you to get home and show me how much you missed me xx