One More Time
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Ex!Reader
Summary: Just one more time with your ex, and that's it
Disclaimers: ANGSTY SEX. MDNI 18+ angst, sex with an ex, big foreplay action, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected piv sex, creampie, spit play, missionary, a little rough manhandling, sad ending, breakup flashbacks
A/N: WOAH 2 FICS IN A FEW HOURS W O A H !!! I wanted to write a sexy "we shouldn't be doing this" smut but as i kept writing, it got sadder and sadder so.. SAD SEX :DD don't sleep with your ex, and don't text him !! You're better this, girlie💔
"We cant keep doing this.." He says between kisses, his hands on your shoulders pushing you away yet getting closer himself. Your hands hold his face but rest of his shoulders as he pushes you away.
"Just this night, please" you beg, breathless before kissing him again. What ever happened to healing ? That's what you were supposed to be doing after Spencer broke up with you, that's what you were both supposed to be doing.
But no matter how hard you both fought, there was always this attraction that pulled you two together. Maybe it was loneliness, maybe it was just pure horny-ness, or maybe it was something deeper. Something you both would never admit to after the relationship ended.
"It's not fair. I can't give you what you want, my job demands too much from me and I can tell it's affecting you. It hurts to know you're hurting by staying with me, I don't want to see you hurting anymore" you sat on the couch in his apartment, looking down. You didn't cry, you didn't say anything, it's almost like all the air was taken out of your lungs and like you were choking. "I'm so sorry. It's not fair to you, you need more than i can provide. You deserve better" He walked closer to you, tears falling from his eyes and his voice shaking. He didn't usually cry, especially in front of you.
Tearing the clothes off your body as you keep your lips connected to his, him mirroring your actions. You both were breathing heavy and you both were at each other, like predators on fresh prey. This wasn't the first time you two hooked up after the break. The first time was almost directly after, claiming you both only wanted to talk. Clear any misunderstanding, that's what he said but the only thing cleared was the clothes on your back and you would do it again gladly. Which brings you here.
All of your friends would be so disappointed, yelling and screaming at you to stop. To focus of yourself, "fuck him, he didn't prioritize you and he just wanted an out" but that's not the Spencer you knew. The Spencer you knew cared so much for you, wanted the best for you, loved you more than anything. The Spencer you knew still showed himself in the way he was touching you right now.
The way his hands were sliding in all directions around his back, feeling your warm bare skin against his palm. His touch is so gentle yet so hungry, just like how it was when you would spend nights at his house when he'd come from long cases. There was something different in his touches now, a sort of longing and yearning. I guess he could say the same for you, you missed his scent and his touch. The days without contact were torture, you stayed up for nights, missing the feeling of laying on his chest. You missed wearing his clothes and you missed his comfort.
His hands traveled down from your bare back to your clothed ass, grabbing two handfuls. Your jeans feel like jail when you ache for him. You're quick to unzip your jeans and push them down, kicking them aside. He steps closer and closer to you, backing you up towards the bed. His hands slide down your arms and intertwine his fingers with yours, lifting them up beside your head before pinning you down onto the bed. He's as gentle as ever, even after breaking your heart.
He slides your bra straps down your shoulder as he kisses down your neck and chest. He begins to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his jeans before going back to working on you. Kissing down your stomach, you've gotten skinnier since you both broke up and Spencer noticed. He always noticed everything, that's what made him such a great boyfriend and that's why he called it quits.
He got to your lacey underwear, the same one he remembered picking out for you on your birthday. He can remember how embarrassed and flustered he was in a lingerie store. "You kept these ?" He asks, kissing on top of the material before licking a stripe up your clothed clint.
"i kept everything" you moan quietly, closing your eyes. He hikes up your legs on his shoulders, running his big hands over your thighs as he begins soaking the wet material with his saliva. He was always such a tease, loving foreplay and getting you excited more than the actual sex. Your hands find themselves already in his messy curls before he actually starts on your bare clint. His hand runs up your thighs and slips fingers underneath the sides of your panties, growing harder just by the feeling of your warm skin.
He finally releases you from his foreplay torture and slides your soaked panties off your body, revealing your glistening pussy thats practically already dripping. You resist the urge to buck your hips against the air and he rewards your restraint with his mouth. He latches onto your clint and begins sucking, reveling in your taste he missed. Your back arches off the bed and you moan louder. You moan his name and now both of your hands are in his hair. He grips onto your thighs as he eats you out like a starved man.
"Spencer, I'm close- ah.." you gasp, your thighs closing around his head as he quickens his pace. You moan out as you finally cum, pushing yourself against his face. You feel yourself pulsing against his lips and your legs shake on the sides of his head. "Fuck.." you breathe out, your body relaxing as he pulls away. His chin and lips are covered in your cum and he licks his lips, wiping his chin off.
He stands up and takes his pants off, sliding his boxers off with it. Your body still reacts the same way when you see his rock hard length. You feel that pit of excitement in your stomach, already imagining it deep inside you. You bite your lip while smiling, practically still drooling at sight of him naked and horny above you. You yelp as he pulls you down closer to him by your legs, still keeping that same Reid-drunk smile on your face.
He leans down, kissing you and pushing your knees forward as he does. You can feel the head of his cock against your clit. The sensation makes you hum into the kiss, you both eat each other's lips like it's the last and maybe it will be. Your hands find themselves on his jaw before he pulls away, your lips still slightly open and a string of mixed saliva connecting. He uses his thumb to open your mouth just a little more before spitting his mouth. He knew you loved that, how turned on it would make you, he remembered everything about you. How to make you laugh, your favorite foods, your hobbies, what you disliked, what you liked, what you wanted, how to make you feel good and how to care for you.
You feel a bit of his spit drip down your cheek and he pecks your lips one last time before standing back up. He admires you; your hair splayed across the sheets, light hickies on your neck, drool on your cheek, your face flushed and your pupils dilated. You were still so perfect.
He pushes into you, that familiar stretch still lighting up your nervous system. You throw your head back, opening your mouth to moan but nothing comes out. He cages you as he pushes all the way in, groaning at the squeeze he missed so much. You feel like you're on cloud nine, all the thoughts of the break up long gone. It's almost like it never happened in that moment. Everything is gone at that moment, it's just you and Spencer. That's how it was supposed to be.
He tries to go slow but god, he misses you so much he cant stop himself. He speeds up almost immediately, groaning and moaning along with you. You gasp out his name as you claw down his arm. Your eyes roll back in your head, moaning so loud that you're sure everyone in your own city knows what you're doing. You're already overstimulated from cumming once and you swear you're seeing stars.
"Spencer, Oh my God.." those familiar moans put everything in Spencer on high alert, he could get drunk on you. He didn't break up with you because he never loved you, he broke up with you because he DID love you. He adored you, and he fell in love with you again and again every time he made love to you.
He was close, he was moaning and whimpering at this point. He leans down, wrapping his arms around you as his hips thump against you like rabbits going at it. You reciprocate the bear hug and you pull at his hair as you feel yourself getting closer as well. You both reach your climax with a loud moan, you swore you felt like you were overflowing. He thrusts a few more times before his hips come to a stop, you both hug each other and you feel him soften inside you.
As you're in his arms, all the memories come rushing in. All the times you would be in his apartment, all the times you slept in his bed waiting for him to come back from cases, all the times you'd lay on his chest, all the restaurant dates, the cheesy letters, birthday cards, gifts. The problem with bad coping mechanisms and distractions is that they don't last forever. You're in a dream then awake again to the pain of loss.
He finally lets you go, leaving you exposed to the cold air of the room and pulls out of you. He flops down next to you and you can almost tell he's thinking the same thing you are. You snuggle up to him, both still breathing hard and sweating. This is the last time. This is the last time, you repeat as you both kiss in the shower. This is the last time, you say as your shampoo runs down his forearm as he grips the back of your hair while kissing again. This is the last time as he uses your body wash. This is the last time as he used the spare towel you kept specifically for him. This isn't the last time, as you lay next to him. Your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you, him fast asleep and you still wide awake. It was always so easy for him to sleep.
This isn't the last time and part of you was okay with that as long as he didn't leave.
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