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Sub!Spencer Reid X Sub!Reader

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Summary: Reader and Spencer have to share a room due to a Noah Kahan Concert leaving the hotel without spare rooms and they're forced to confront their urges

Relationship: Sub!Spencer Reid x Sub!Reader | Sub4Sub

Genre: 18+ MDNI | PWP? yearning and whoring yourself out to your coworker.

Word Count: 8.9K

Other: Lets pretend this didn’t take me two weeks but thats what happens when you are anti AI (bring back real writing from a hoe whose main language isn't English that also keeps getting into mad predicaments This isn’t beta read and I’m not used to writing in second person yet so if you see a “herself” allow it .

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You weren’t even supposed to be on this mission, your field assessment came through 120 seconds before takeoff.

You were eager; practically vibrating to get into the field, you had a bag packed stored under your desk from days ago; due to your wish that you’d catch the chance to assist sooner rather than later.

Due to you being unplanned for you weren’t accounted for when it came to a prepaid hotel room; This wasn’t the first mix-up of the night however; the FBI neglected to notice that the weekend they had landed in Boston, singer Noah Kahan was kicking off his new tour

The hotel said they were booked out for the night; that both they and their sister hotel were full due to the concert playing down the block; so this was your night… one queen-sized bed with a colleague you had a crush on…

Hotch had decided to pair you up with the agent in the largest room which just so happened to be Spencer’s room, which you were nervous about since you didn’t know him particularly well; he was so quiet you wondered how anyone on the team really knew him at all.

So here you were, standing outside room 103 with your bag on your shoulder and key card in hand; hyping yourself up to enter.

Spencer was perched at the end of the firm mattress of the brown and white hotel bed in his red plaid pyjamas reading “The Phenomenology of Spirit” by George Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel when the electrical whirring sound of the door unlocking sounded throughout the room

“Pzzt!”

You unlocked the door with your keycard; pushing it open with your hip as you struggled to put the card back into your pocket whilst; and at the same time attempting to put your go-bag back onto your left shoulder, after it had slipped off, as nonchalantly as possible. Attempting is the operative word, it didn’t go very well

Spencer glanced up from his book, and his brown eyes dilated slightly as he adjusted to the light turning on with the motion-activated lights, catching your less than elegant entrance. “Do you need any help?” He said as he noticed your arrival, flitting his eyes in your direction from your bag and back to your struggling face but you just shook your head, stubbornly, not wanting to seem incapable.

His eyes just as quickly returned to his page, his eyes still scanning the text rapidly; but seemingly slower than usual taking your speech as face value and leaving you to it. "I took the side closer to the door but would you prefer me to take the window?" He spoke matter-of-factly, already calculating their sleeping arrangements with very few inflexions in his voice

“No thank you; the window is good” you muttered shyly, he knew of your hyper vigilance in new places, you were just talking with the team about it last week at game night, you chastised yourself as you felt your heart go fuzzy. as it seemed like he planned it on purpose for you; but you shook it off, he probably just preferred the door side, mostly everyone had a sleeping preference.

"The lighting in this room is optimal for reading. Though I find the curtains slightly too thin for complete darkness." Spencer noted, standing up smoothly to let you pass. He adjusted his glasses slightly before rambling about the amenities of the room and his favourite and least favourites.

“That’s ok” you replied to his list; particularly the one about the curtains not being completely blacked out, pulling your bag on top of your side of the bed; with a light grunt from the weight, “I feel like I could sleep through a tornado” you continued as you smiled grabbing a towel from the compartment in the shared hotel wardrobe.

You smiled lightly, as you walked over to the bed closer to the window, tucking your bag into the bottom of the bed, locking your gun away in a portable gun safe and placing it in the bedside table

He moved methodically, pulling out his bag and placing it on his bed to set up his routine bedtime rituals. He quirked an eyebrow at your hyperbole, momentarily pausing his routine to observe "Interesting. I've never been able to sleep through natural disasters. My brain catalogues every potential danger during such events." he rambled as he resumed unpacking his toothbrush and dental hygiene kit with meticulous care.

“No it’s- It's like hyperbole” You giggled slightly, shaking your head, not making fun of him, but just enjoying how literal it was; in a world of similes, metaphors and sarcasm; it was a breath of fresh air.

You turned over your left shoulder to look at him; hanging up your coat on the way past the wardrobe, you smiled lightly, sort of lovingly at him which even the feeling itself confused you.

You then excused yourself “I’m going to shower, I think it's unlimited hot water so you should be good to come in after me if you wanted to” You blushed lightly, aware of how it sounded “-when I’m done, I mean” You fumbled out as you quickened your pace into the bathroom

Spencer nodded distractedly, already lost in his thoughts wondering about water conservation statistics in various countries to distract himself as he settled back onto the bed, reopening his book

You nod; pulling out your travel sized products and your travel razor and headed into the bathroom; your hand reaching for the shower faucet; starting the shower, and waiting for it to warm up as you stood in front of the mirror, brushing your teeth and doing your skincare, completely unaware that you had accidentally left the door cracked a touch, chances are Spencer could see exactly in from where he was sat; but you were none the wiser

His eyes flicked briefly to the door, then back to his book a heat rising in both the room and his lap. He adjusted his glasses, trying to maintain focus on the complex verbiage in his book and less on the growing in his lap below it.

Despite his attempts, his enhanced senses caught the sound of running water and steam escaping from the partially open door in his view, though steamy in all aspects of the word, visible enough.

Whilst Spencer was having a moral crisis in the bedroom you were standing by the mirror brushing your teeth; starting your shower playlist, starting to strip as you were singing a little and shaking your hips to the song and (badly) dancing; starting a little performance in front of the mirror whilst waiting for the water to warm up.

He deliberately turned a page louder than usual, creating background noise to distract himself. The music, your singing, his thoughts and the smell of the shower products sent his head into a bit of a tizzy.

As you got into the shower, you noticed it didn't have a shower curtain, but a glass divider, naturally although for no reason, as no one, to your knowledge, could see you; you got a touch more self conscious as you started to bathe.

Spencer swallowed hard, forcing himself to recite the entire periodic table backwards in his mind. His eyes remained fixed on the book, though his peripheral vision was betraying him. His mind was going through hoops trying to distract himself, nothing was helping. Not lists, not rereading books in his head, not going through various things in detail; the only thing that helped was what happened next

The water droplets running down the glass partition caught the bathroom light, creating tiny rainbows that refracted into the room.

He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, finally closing his book and reaching for his glasses case. He needed a tactical retreat:

You got out of the shower; droplets turning the floor into a small puddle as you were wrapping your towel around yourself, ruffling your hair in it just so it was dry enough to grab your clothes and retreat back into the bathroom

Spencer's head snapped up at the sound of you exiting the bathroom, his counting faltering. He quickly averted his gaze to his book again, though his neck was flushed red.

"The... the bathroom is free now?" he asked stiffly, trying to keep his voice neutral although sounding monotone and strained, similar to how one might if they were angry, causing you to get a little defensive

“Yeah, its free, sorry it took so long, I tend to have what I call a princess shower” You giggled reaching into your bag for your pjs, your towel slipping a touch, your breast peeking out a little more than intended

His eyes widened behind his glasses, catching the glimpse despite his best efforts. He immediately focused on a particularly interesting spot on the wall.

"No apology necessary. I was... analysing some chemical formulas." His voice cracked slightly on the last word whilst brushing past you to try to run into the bathroom.

“Are you ok reid? Are you acting a little? I don't know, are you sick?” you asked standing there for longer in your predicament, unknowingly, as he cleared his throat repeatedly, still refusing to look directly at you. His hands fidgeted with the hem of his shirt

"I'm perfectly fine. Just experiencing an... unusual physical response to... environmental factors." He meant the steam, but it sounded like he was implying something else entirely.

“What?” You asked confused as you looked around slightly, eyebrows furrowed before looking down and realising… You were still only in a towel “OH! Of course! of course; I'm so SO sorry, let me get changed” you said blushing like a tomato; so unbelievably embarrassed muttering apologies over and over again as you retreated back into the bathroom

He made a strangled sound of relief as you moved to change, his shoulders relaxing slightly. The towel situation had been a sensory overload but now stood in the middle of the room, unable to retreat to the bathroom anymore

"Thank you. The temperature here is approximately 78.2 degrees Fahrenheit. It is perhaps too warm for optimal comfort either way but it helps with you being more- well not that you were- I’m gonna shut up now” He was rambling now, a classic nervous habit. Everyone always told him to shut up when he did; everyone but you.

You got dressed into a silk night gown, stepping back out, no bra on, shown by gravity taking hold, you looked gorgeous, like a Greek statue.

It was even unknown to Spencer if you even had any underwear on; but he did notice the lack of support; he knew you had sensory issues though and so excused the lack of the thick fabric of a bra as just that.

His adam’s apple bobbed as he finally dared to glance at your outfit. The silk caught the light, and his brain helpfully provided an imaginary overlay of human female anatomy over your nightgown.

"That's... a very efficient choice for sleeping," he managed weakly, clutching his toothbrush like a shield as if it would protect him from the feelings he was feeling right now.

“Thank you! I got it last week on sale” You span around in it giggling at the texture “It's just the perfect texture” You said stimming slightly as you spoke “You can have your shower now, I’m sorry I took so long”

He stood quickly, nearly knocking over his bag in his haste. The movement caused him to stumble slightly. "Right. Yes. Shower. Now.” Spencer practically fled to the bathroom, closing the door with slightly more force than necessary. The sound of the water started immediately.

You laid in bed, listening to the water trickle against the floor of the shower; trying not to imagine your coworker naked, unbeknownst to you that Spencer was just having the same problem just inches away when you were showering; you felt a flutter between your legs and whimpered to yourself as the feeling surprised you “Jesus.”

In the shower, Spencer was having an internal crisis. The steam was clearing his mind slightly, but the image of your spinning remained vivid. He pressed his forehead against the cold tile wall. His hand drifting down to his navel

"This is highly inappropriate," he muttered to himself, his body betraying him with physical reactions he tried (and failed) to ignore; his cock already rock hard from the events in the bedroom as he stared at his, biting his lip and clenching his left fist; much like Mr Darcy as he tried to hold himself back.

He failed at this; his reprieve came in the form of his slender veiny hand wrapping around himself

Meanwhile, you were laid down in bed; arms by your side, eyes flickering between being closed and staring at the ceiling as you were rubbing your thighs together, panting slightly, wondering if you had time to “take care of it” before Spencer returned

Spencer finished his shower in record time, deliberately taking the coldest setting. His skin was slightly pink from the temperature difference as he emerged from the bathroom in fresh clothes, you could've sworn you didn’t see him take in, but maybe you were too distracted from thinking of him naked to pay attention.

He caught your movement and breathing pattern as he froze in place at the doorway, water still dripping from his hair; tapping on the floor like a knock.

Your legs immediately dropped straight down and together as soon as you saw Spencer, your eyes wide, as if it wasn’t obvious what was happening “Good shower?” You asked (not even a little)casually; your voice was a touch higher than usual and slightly shaky.

His face turned an even deeper shade of red at your tone. He adjusted his glasses nervously with his right hand, his other hand still gripping the wet towel like it was his lifeline. "Yes. Very... refreshing. The water pressure was adequate."

He stayed by the door, maintaining distance, though Spencer’s eyes kept darting to your legs then away, you saw his eyes darting and scuttled under the blankets “g-good, I'm glad” Your whole body was covered and you led on your side

He cautiously approached the bed, maintaining his usual side, discarding the towel in the distance; taking a deep breath in relief as the blankets created a barrier between you, which he was both grateful for and disappointed about.

"You should sleep. We have a long day tomorrow with the case." His voice was rougher than usual, obviously still affected by the tension which felt like it was suffocating you both.

“Y-yes, probably” you nodded lightly, turning over so your back was facing him; your pussy still pulsing, making it impossible for you to sleep, you just lay there your legs tangled into each other

You lay there, both trying not to pay attention and yearning for the pressure of your thighs against your clit and feeling of the cloth pressing against the tip of his cock felt better at the same time

He lay down stiffly, facing away from you. His fingers tapped anxiously on the mattress; the room was silent minus the small short “dum dum dum dum” of his drumming, the melody stopping as he interrupted himself "I can... I can read until you fall asleep, if that helps," he offered awkwardly, reaching for a book from his bag.

“Hmm?” You turned around wondering how he knew you were struggling to sleep, your eyes wide in the darkness

Spencer kept his back to you, but his ears turned pink. "Your breathing pattern indicates you're restless. You often need a distraction to sleep when we travel." He opened the book, though he wasn't actually reading it, just holding it as a prop

“I-it's not that, it's fine” You shook your head “I'll pass out eventually”

He hesitated, then whispered: "Is there something bothering you? You're usually more... put together, though it would make sense if this was always how you were in the evenings; we’ve never slept together before- LIKE TO SLEEP! Well, that too but also this and someone kill me, I think it’s the only way I will stop." He said punctuating his ramble with a joke, leaving you to giggle his concern for your wellbeing overrode his discomfort, as it always did.

“I-I” you shakes your head “im just…” you shake your head once more, embarrassed at the predicament you are now experiencing “im ok”, you either tell him and make this incredibly awkward and never be able to look him in the eyes, also risking an HR appointment or… what is the point of thinking of the other one when you aren’t going to pick it

He finally turned his head slightly, the lamp switching on, just enough to see your profile in the dim light. "You're a terrible liar," he said softly. "Like god-awful for someone trained to notice patterns in behaviour."

“I'm just a little… uh. I-“You avoid eye contact, your hips shifting as it tries to fix the issue between your legs watching as his eyes narrowed slightly, analysing your movements with clinical precision. His genius mind made connections rapidly. "A little... what?" he asked carefully, though he was starting to suspect. Not wanting to make that move if it wasn't confirmed

“I don’t know! It's fine, don't worry” Your blush spread to your head, your full face flushed, trying to hide it slightly with the blanket before jumping as Spencer closed his book with a snap, setting it aside. His analytical nature wouldn't let him drop it.

"You're fidgeting. And your pupils are dilated. These are classic signs of physical arousal.” He snapped slightly and immediately regretted being so blunt.

“Jesus Christ,” you whispered in surprise, fiddling with your hands and blushing “yeah, I'm uh.. frustrated” you half whispered-half whimpered your nipples permeating through the fabric.

His breath caught audibly. He hadn't expected you to confirm it. He adjusted his position, still maintaining distance. "Oh! Oh. I see." He stared at the ceiling, processing this information as his own body responded involuntarily to your admission.

His eyes flicked down following your legs falling involuntarily, then back up. He swallowed hard, his hands gripping the blanket. "That's... understandable. We're in an intimate sleeping arrangement."

His voice wavered slightly on 'intimate.'

“It's a natural biological response." He was trying to be professional, but his brain was providing detailed thoughts of you naked again.

“Why? Are you- Do you? You- I-“ you shook your head stuttering trying to pull yourself together, cursing yourself under your breath “I feel like I never see you act like you are right now either” You bring up; looking towards him shyly, like one fast move will spook him

His eyes widened at your observation. He rarely showed his own needs, always hiding behind facts and logic. He didn't answer entirely aloud at first just nodding his head mumbling out a small “yeah… me too” He immediately wished he hadn't said that last part. “B-but I doubt it's the same; I'm not... practised… in physical intimacy."

His honesty was both his strength and weakness.

“Do-“ you paused before trying again “did you want to be?” You bit your lip being bold for the first time *intentionally* since landing this afternoon

His heart raced dangerously fast. He turned his head to look at you fully now, searching your face. “Like… do that with... you?" he whispered, voice barely audible.

“Imeanonlyifyouwanto” you rushed the words ‘I mean only if you want to’ your eyes locking with him shaking your head as you go to roll back over whilst saying “If not just forget I said anything”

His breathing became shallow as he firmly grabbed your arm. He was torn between his extensive knowledge of sexual mechanics and his embarrassment of his inexperience. "I've never... with a partner," he confessed not wanting to let you down.

“I’ve wanted to though… with you…” His confession hung in the air, heavy with implications of the talk that will have to come after of their new relationship is or whatever this will be

“You have?!” You asked louder than intended “I didn't know” you stuttered, seeming a little brash; before immediately sitting up and holding his forearm “No, I mean- I have too! Its requited but I didn't think you liked me like that” Their eyes locked in place; their pupils dilating and constricting in a fluttering manner

He stared at you in shock. His brain firing off dopamine, oxytocin and adrenaline as he looked at you as his mind also processed your words rapidly. "You've thought about me... that way?" His voice was filled with disbelief and hope. His hand unconsciously moved closer to your side of the bed.

“I-yeah,” you scoffed playfully before whispering to him “not even 25 minutes ago when you were in the shower” you squeaked “I think about you that way… a lot” your voice full of shyness and stuttering and blushing, your legs halfmindedly opening more

Spencer’s eyes darkened at your confession. His hand stopped moving, gripping the mattress instead. "Twenty-five minutes ago," he repeated hoarsely. "I tried to think of anything else when you were in there too." He chuckled dryly as he glanced down at your legs, then back to your face, his glasses catching the light.

"What specifically did you think about?" Spencer leaned in slightly his hand reaching out, causing you to shiver under his touch, he pushed your hair behind your ear

“I thought about… you… touching yourself in the shower, moaning all pretty and whimpering” you whined, your eyebrows raising and knitting together, your pussy making you so needy and pathetic, you feel like you’d say anything for him to touch you right about now

A strangled sound escaped his throat causing a smile to creep onto your lips, licking them lightly as his own arousal became impossible to ignore now.

"I don't... whimper," he protested weakly, a bold faced lie, something you’d find out later, though his hips shifted involuntarily at the mental image you painted. "But I did think of you hearing me, I couldn't… You know… get off though I was scared of being too loud”

“Fuck, Spencer” you whined pupils blown; looking up at him submissivly our lip as you pulled him closer to face you “thats so hot” his eyes also garnered a submissive look at he looked back at you

you continued teasing him, hands still on his arms, fingers flexing, yearning to touch more of him, “i- oh fuck” you whispered towards him “that must me frustrating, not being able to… finish”

"It was excruciating," he admitted. "I've never been that hard before." His breathing became heavier as he spoke. His control was slipping further with each word.

The room enveloped in the lack of words; the sounds of panting and mouths parting ever so often being the only sounds in the room for what feels like forever before Spencer breaks said silence with

"I wanted to call your name."

“A-are you still… are you…?” you glanced down at his crotch unable to see through the sheets “You can moan my name, whenever you want” you squeaked like a little mouse; shy and sweet

He followed your gaze, then quickly looked back at your face, cheeks burning. "I am. And I might." He nodded back as his voice dropped to a husky whisper.

"Would you like that? Hearing me say your name when I...?"

You can't even catch up with everything he's saying in time; your mind is running a mile a minute; which causes each of your next sentences to come out one after the other with a short, if any, pause “You are?! Can i…. Can- may i see… please” you whined looking into his eyes, the tension thick “i would” you nods fast “that would turn me the fuck on”

His chest rose rapidly. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly pulled the sheet down slightly, revealing the obvious bulge in his pyjama pants. "You can look," he consented, voice trembling. "But I've never... shown to anyone."

You didn't look until the verbal consent but when you did you visually salivated subconsciously inside your mouth as your eyes drew down to his clothed cock “Oh god” you squeaked, “it's so big even in… even covered” you looked intently

Your fingers flexed against your thigh wanting to wrap your small hand around it; you looked up at him with pupils blown, arousal bubbling under the surface

“Spencer” you said meekly “I-“ you shied away from the question, you had pushed enough in your mind, you should be happy with what you have, you should want for nothing; you have a beautiful man with a beautiful (though clothed) cock in front of you and all you’re thinking about is wanting more “n-never mind”

He caught your hesitation, his curiosity piqued. He reached out tentatively, touching your arm, not wanting to scare you but not wanting to make you feel unheard "No, tell me. What were you going to say?"

His touch was gentle but firm, his touch-starved body craving contact.

“I just wanted to ask…” You paused blushing brightly and turning the lamp on “I-if I could, maybe, touch it” you interrupted speaking fast “just once! Over the pants! I just… curiosity”

His breath hitched audibly, and his hips jerked involuntarily at your request. The brightness of the lamp revealed his flushed face and dilated pupils.

"O-oh," he stuttered, completely unprepared for such a direct request. "You want to... feel it? Over my pants?” He swallowed hard, torn between shock and arousal. His fingers tightened on your arm.

“ONLY IF THAT'S OK” you covered your face blushing, wishing you hadn't said anything, mentally seeing yourself digging your own grave “It's totally fine, I- I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have asked”

He quickly shook his head, his hand moving to gently pull yours away from your face. "No, no, it's... " It's okay," he assured you, though his voice was strained. "I just wasn't expecting you to be so... forward."

He shifted again, his cock straining against the fabric as he considered your offer. "I want you to touch me," he confessed quietly. "But I need you to be sure. This is new territory for me."

“I'll only do it once I p-promise” you nodded fast both submissive agents looking at one another's eyes before yours trickled back down to his cock, straining against his pants

He nodded back, his breathing becoming ragged. He released your arm and slowly moved his hand to the waistband of his pants.

"Just once," he stated some rules, his fingers trembling slightly as he began to push them down. "And if I say stop, you stop immediately." The fabric slid down, revealing more of his V-line and the dark trail of hair leading to his pubic area.

You nodded immediately, not speaking your eyes still entranced as the waistband was inches away from the base of his cock, you leaned in closer, admiring it through the pants before looking back up, not leaning back, so your face was still beside his clothed cock

His pyjama bottoms were pushed down giving way to his boxers

He groaned at your proximity, feeling your warm breath through the thin cotton. His cock throbbed under your gaze, precum beading at the tip and soaking into the fabric. His hands gripped the sheets tightly to keep himself from thrusting against your face.

"Are you... going to touch it?" His voice was hoarse with restraint and desire.

Your eyes snapped back down seeing it jump in his pants at them locking eyes, you blushed lightly “j-just once” you reminded yourself aloud before reaching forward

He watched you reach for him, his heart pounding so hard he was sure you could hear it. His breath hitched as your hand neared his covered cock, and he bit back a moan at the sight of your blushing face. When your hand finally made contact, his hips jerked involuntarily and he let out a strangled gasp.

You let out a stifled whimper at his gasp as it paired with a thrust, your hand finally making contact as you traced the shape with your fingertips imagining what it looks like before pausing to make eye contact with him again.

His gasp turned into a low groan as you began to explore his cock through his pants. Your gentle touch was almost unbearably pleasurable, and he had to use every ounce of self-control to keep himself from cumming right then and there. His hips bucked again, pressing his cock more firmly against your hand, and he looked down at you with dark, needy eyes.

"Holy shit..."

You licked your lips, staring at his outline like a hungry wolf before hesitantly pulling your hand away; letting out a sound similar to that of a wounded dog at having to stop touching Spencer’s pretty cock

"That was amazing," Spencer half whimpered- half whispered. "But you didn't have to stop there." He pouts softly, his eyes resembling a begging puppy

His eyes flicked down to your covered chest, then back to your eyes, silently asking if you wanted to continue. His hand hovered near your waist, wanting to pull you close but unsure if he should.

“Y-you said I could only touch once, a-and only above the pants” you stuttered blushing pulling yourself closer to him, almost sat on his lap “Did you… change your mind”

He remembered his own words and nodded slowly, though his body was screaming at him to say no. His mind was torn between his strict adherence to rules and his intense desire for your touch

"I did," he admitted. "But seeing you like that... I'm having trouble remembering why I said that." His hand finally pulled you up and settled on your waist, resting there lightly.

"You're making it very hard to think straight."

“W-we could do just one more touch each” you nodded, bending the rules “and then that's it” you suggested as you looked into his eyes nibbling your lip, hips circling lightly “Just one more touch” you whimpered, “y-you could touch me and I could touch you”

Spencer’s eyes darkened with lust at your suggestion. Hissing at your movement he LIFTED your full body weight and set you back on the bed

The idea of reciprocation made his cock twitch again, a drop of precum forming at the tip and seeping through the fabric.

"One more touch," he agreed, his voice rough. "And I can touch you too. But where?" His hand on your waist tightened slightly, his thumb stroking your skin through the nightgown.

You shivered slightly looking into his submissive eyes with equal submission “W-wherever you want; anything you want to do to me” you whined, almost completely ignoring any glimpse of holding back, “I-i can put some underwear on if you’d prefer” You braced yourself for having to stand up and break the tension, possibly forever

He shook his head quickly, not wanting any barriers between them. His fingers drummed against your waist, contemplating his options. "No, no underwear," he said firmly, thinking you meant a bra. "I want to feel you."

He paused, then added quietly, "And I’ve decided. For certain. I want you to feel me again. Down here." He glanced down at his crotch, then back at your face, gauging your reaction.

“B-but…. I-“ you blushed bright red “I just want to let you know” you squeaked basically panting at this point “I'm not wearing any panties”

His breath caught in his throat at your confession, and his eyes widened. The thought of your bare pussy under that nightgown made his cock throb violently. He followed your gaze, then looked back at you with intense desire.

You averted your eyes hornily when he said he wanted you to touch him again “Touch you O-over? Or…” you blushed looking down at his leaky cock

"Over," he said hoarsely. "For now. But I want to see you." He tugged gently at the nightgown, wanting to lift it but waiting for your permission. "Please."

You waited for him to pull off your nightgown and as he did Spencer admired you; letting out a breath of air “Holy Shit” Spencer swears, panting himself, licking his lips

You smirked as you leaned into his pants, seeing his strain and his wet patch from leaking, your last touch, you had to make it count “… so “ you asked “am I only allowed to use my hands?” you asked shyly

He watched your lean in, his breathing becoming heavier. He swallowed hard at your question, contemplating the answer. "J-Just your hands," he said after a moment. "No mouth. And no going under the pants."

You nodded militarily as you heard the rules you rubbed his whole length up and down; your whole body quivering "Spencer~! you're so big” you squealed teasing him and moaning lightly under your breath still moving your hands around, feeling him

He groaned deeply as you rubbed him, his hips bucking up into your touch. His hands fisted the sheets again, trying to maintain control.

"Fuck..." he whimpered. "Your hands feel so good." His head is tossed back as he feels the warmth of your hands mixed with the feeling of his precum on the head of his cock leaking

You giggled as Spencer bucked up, you smiled feeling his leaky wet tip through his pants, humming licking your lips, hoping that one day you will get to taste him

As you were lost in thought of having Spencer’s cock in your mind one day he hissed at your giggle, embarrassed but turned on by your amusement. His tip was indeed very wet, and he could feel the fabric sticking to him.

"Stop giggling," he said breathlessly. "You're driving me crazy."

“Awww poor baby” You touched the wetness, teasing him as you moved your hand to your mouth after; tasting him

His eyes widened as he watched you taste him, a strangled sound escaping his throat. His cock jumped at the sight of your lips on your fingers. "Jesus Christ, angel..."

He noticed you shiver as he traced a finger on your thigh and a flicker of uncertainty crossed his face. He paused his finger. "What's wrong?" he asked, tilting his head. "Do you not like it when I touch you there?"

You panicked that he'd remove it and shook your head fast “n-no! NO! I do! Spencer I do, it’s ok!” Before letting out a pathetic whimper “Please don't stop”

The only way you could describe Spencer’s look at that moment was “gooey” as he resumed his movement, more confidently now. His touch was light and careful, almost reverent. "Good," he said genuinely. "Because I really like touching you."

He then stood up slowly, pulling you up with him, his cock bobbing in his underwear with the movement and him towering over you slightly.

You looked up at him, towering over you, a whole foot taller than you “H-Hi” you whined shyly, almost feeling like prey as you blushed looking into his eyes

He looked down at you with a warm smile, his height difference making him feel protective. He cupped your cheek with one hand. "Hi," he said back, his thumb stroking your cheekbone.

He noticed the whimpering and you rubbing your thighs together and his eyes darkened again, noticing your reaction to his size. He moved his hand from your cheek to your chin, tilting your face up. "You like that I'm tall, don't you?" Before kneeling in front of you “how about this? Do you like this too?”

You watched as this strong, smart FBI agent got onto his god damn KNEES in front of you, hard and eyes like a puppy and you wonder what you did to deserve this but you thank whichever God made it happen

"Remember, no touching," he reminded you, though he wasn't sure if he was saying it for you or himself.

You nodded fast repeating the rule “no touching” You rubbed your thighs together in anticipation perching back on the bed as he stood back up; taking some steps towards you, causing you to gulp

Spencer also swallowed hard, you repeating his rule making him even more aware of his own arousal. He hooked his fingers into the boxers as well, ready to remove them. His hands were shaking slightly.

He pulled the boxers down in one swift motion, revealing his fully erect cock. It stood proudly against his stomach, as he blushed.

The second his cock came out of his boxers your jaw dropped and you drooled slightly from both ends, you had half a mind to drop to your knees but you couldn't; remembering his rule “no touching” you whined, pouting lightly as you repeatedly whispered it.

He watched your drool, his face turning redder. He placed a hand over his face, embarrassed by your reaction. "God, angel..." he groaned. "You're killing me."

You needed to touch yourself but you couldn’t, and you couldn't touch him, you gulped and nodded tearing your eyes away “T-thank you… t-time for bed… i don't think I'll be able to control myself otherwise” you whispered the last but pulling your nightgown back on and lying down

He quickly pulled his boxers back up and his pants, grateful for the distraction of getting dressed. He watched you lie down, still flustered.

"Yeah, bed sounds good," he agreed, though he was clearly still very turned on. He turned off the lamp and got into bed beside you, keeping a safe distance. "Goodnight."

“Night, Spence, sleep well” you whispered your hands cupping your drooling pussy begging it internally to stop

He heard your whisper and closed his eyes, trying to get his body to calm down. He could hear your movements and bit his lip, knowing he was in for a long night. “Good night” he whimpered back

You rolled uncomfortably for an hour before giving up on sleep unknowing that Spencer was laid there, listening to your roll. His eyes opened again, peeking at you in the dark. He was still awake too, his own discomfort growing.

“Spencer” you whispered curiously “are you still awake”

He turned his head to face you, his voice hoarse. "Yeah. I can't sleep either."

“Is it because of…” You blushed “our situation”

He nodded slightly, even though you couldn't see it well. "Probably. You're driving me crazy, angel."

“Maybe we could… touch ourselves… we wouldn't be touching each other and-and then we can sleep…”

His breath hitched at your suggestion. He hesitated, knowing it was risky. "That... that could work," he said slowly. "But just to sleep."

You nodded “just to sleep” You repeated once more your hand sinking under the bedsheets gasping as you found what you were looking for, your clit “Same time?”

Spencer watched your hand disappear, his own hand twitching at his side. He nodded again, his voice thick. "Same time. On three."

“O-one, you whimpered stroking your inner thigh, biting your lip as you feel your pussy drooling like a waterfall “t-two”

He counted with you, his heart racing.

"Three,"

Spencer took a breath out, finally allowing himself to touch himself through his pants at the same time as you also sighed with relief as you started to rub your clit, gasping and moaning lightly

He let out a quiet groan as he palmed himself, trying to keep quiet. He listened to your gasps and moans, his mind racing with thoughts of you touching yourself because of him.

You reached your hand over; "that's not going to make you cum Spencer, don't be shy, we have the same problem” You grabbed his hand pushing it down his waistband; not touching anything but his hand, before moving your hand back to your clit

He gasped as you grabbed his hand, his eyes widening. He hesitated for a moment before complying, wrapping his hand around his cock and starting to stroke slowly. "Angel..." he whimpered, your nickname coming out as a plea.

“Good boy, Spencer,” you whimpered as you touched yourself, feeling empty; frustratingly whimpering trying everything before you start to finger yourself, the room full of obscene noises now, the “plap plap” of Spencer fucking his fist and of you fucking your fingers and moaning like a desperate little slut

He couldn't hold back anymore, his hips bucking into his fist. The sounds of your fingers and your moans were making him lose control, his breathing ragged. "Fuck, I can't believe we're doing this," he panted, his hand moving faster.

“Feel good” you moaned looking at him as you got yourself off “feel good touching your cock next to me spence?” you dirty talked him

Spencer looked back at you, his eyes dark with lust. He nodded frantically, biting his lip to keep from moaning louder. "So good," he admitted. "Wish it was your hand instead."

You nodded fast joining him in moaning “me too, wish it was my pussy, you'd feel so good, I’d feel so full” You whimpered as you fingered yourself faster; moaning his name

He groaned loudly at your words, his cock throbbing in his hand as he imagined it was your pussy, thinking about how tight and warm you would be around him.

"You'd be so tight," he whined as you both lost yourselves in the fantasy; doing everything except crossing that very particular line. "I'd fill you up so good." he whimpered reaching over and grabbing your non dominant hand as you both whimper to yourselves

You moan louder, losing interest in the concept of restraint “please oh fuck “ you beg to no one in particular; the universe probably, “I wish I could touch you”

Spencer was panting heavily, imagining pumping you full of his cum. He squeezed the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming too soon.

You stop everything and let out a frustrated whimper rolling over to face him, your eyes pleading “Just one lick please oh god please I'm dying; you can say no and it's fine! But- but if you say no can I have a kiss?”

He looked at your pleading eyes, his resolve crumbling more and more by the second; he glanced down at your body, then back up at your face before zoning in on your lips”

"Just one," he whispered. "But you have to stay still."

You nod frantically, poking your tongue all the way out as he shuffles closer, his cock still in his hand. He brought his tip to your tongue, barely touching it.

"Just a taste," he warned, his voice strained.

You whimpered, with it being so close “Spencer ~” you moaned before licking it moaning swirling your tongue around his cock; his resolve crumbled, he turned into a pathetic and whiny mess under you

He gasped at the feeling of your tongue, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. He grabbed your hair gently, trying to maintain control.

"Angel, you're making this hard to stop," he whined, his previous command of 'no touching' forgotten in the pleasure; not realising that him holding your hair is just holding you on his cock

“‘S ok” you whimper mouth full of cock, drooling, the two subs lost in the pleasure “jus’ one more lick? ‘S that ok,” you whimper, listening to his whines and pathetic moans

He nodded desperately, his whimpers turning into soft whines of submission. "Please, angel, please give me another lick," he begged so prettily. "I need it so bad."

He shudders violently, as he feels the flat of your tongue drag itself up the underside of the base of his cock his body trembling at the new sensation. His cock twitches against your tongue, leaking pre-cum like a faucet

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," he chants, his grip on your hair tightening slightly. "Your tongue feels amazing."

“I-“ you look up at him, trembling just leaking so bad “just one suck” you whispered whimpering too “jus one, one is okay right” He looks down at you with desperate eyes, his poor virgin mind clouded with lust; unsure what he had gotten himself into.

He just whimpers and nods, his hips thrusting. You excitedly looked at him as you started opening your mouth lingering for a while before enveloping his whole cock in your mouth, gagging a little around it, trying to make it all fit

He lets out a strangled cry as you take him in your mouth, his head falling back. His thighs shake and his eyes roll back into his head. He can't believe he's getting his first blowjob from a coworker; this whole premise is against everything he stands for.

"angel, fuck, you're so good at this," he moans, his voice high and needy as you suck, bobbing your head once before pulling off, you both whimpering pathetically, lost in the pleasure

He whimpers louder at the loss though, his cock bobbing pathetically in the air. His hips buckle slightly at the lack of contact as he looks at you with glazed eyes.

"Why'd you stop?" Spencer whines, his voice strained and high sounding like a needy puppy whimpering "I was close."

“Y-you said just one” you stuttered, pupils blown and cheeks flushed embarrassingly as you started subconsciously wrapping your legs around his

He nods his head hesitantly, remembering his own words; regretting saying them. He pouts, lightly, his chest rising and falling fast as he stands, frustrated and horny.

"I know” he whimpered high pitched, struggling to keep his hands off of you. “I-I know but I need more now," he whines again. "I need to feel your mouth again… please” his voice cracks at the end, full of need and urgency

“Wan’ more of me?” You whined “Can I- wanna kiss you” You ask and Spencer’s eyes widened at the suggestion, his pout turning into a hopeful expression. He leans forward slightly.

"Please," he begs politely, his hands on your hair again. "I want to kiss you so bad."

You straddle him, your bare pussy stroking against the length of Spencer’s hard cock as you lean in for a kiss

He gasps as you straddle him, his hands flying to your hips to hold you in place. The friction against his cock makes him moan into the kiss, his hips bucking up instinctively.

You moan into his mouth as you both start to dry hump; his cock sliding between your folds the tip hitting your clit with every thrust

He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as he rutted against you. He was completely lost in the sensation, his body overwhelmed by the brand new experience.

"Jesus, you're so wet," Spencer mumbled against your lips. “Did I do this?”

“Mhmm turned me on so bad” you whimpered back, panting into each other's mouths pathetically “such a good boy”

He blushed at the praise, his ego being stroked… as well as other things, his confidence growing. "You're a good girl," he agreed, his hands roaming your body. "Only mine." He started kneading your breast as he made out with you

You break the kiss to start to nibble on his neck. Spencer tilts his head to give you better access, his breath hitching. He grips your hips tighter, helping you move against him.

"Fuck, I want to be inside you," he confesses, his voice trembling with need.

“Needy boy” you tease while also asking if he is sure you smile into his neck biting slightly as he shivers, his face flushing darker. He nods eagerly, his innocence showing. "Yes, please," he whimpers. "I want to give it to you. I want to lose it to you."

You bite lightly “wanna be on top or want me to be?” You smiled into his neck, leaning back up to kiss his mouth “What do you think will feel better?”

He thinks for a moment, his mind clouded with lust and inexperience. He's never thought about positions before. "I want to be on top" he decides shyly. "I want to see you. I want to watch you take me."

You nodded, kissing the submissive man hungrily “ok-ok” He moans kissing back with equal hunger, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs. He rolls them over, switching their positions.

"Tell me if I do it wrong," he says nervously, looking down at you with wide eyes.

You nod so fast spreading your lips before looking at him whining “so excited”

He positions himself at your entrance, his cock throbbing. He takes a deep breath to steady himself. "Me too," he whispers, and pushes in slowly, gasping at the tightness.

You let out a loud slightly desperate moan as he pushes into you; the stretch, the feeling of the head pushing in; it made the wait worth it, made your years of celibacy worth it, the feeling of Spencer whimpering as he pushed his cock against your aspot was enough to turn someone religious “fuck! Spencer!”

His eyes widen at your loud moan, his own moan matching yours. He freezes for a moment, overwhelmed by the sensation of being inside someone for the first time.

"You feel amazing," he pants. "I can't believe I'm actually fucking you." His eyes gleamed a boyish charm mixed with joyous disbelief leaving trails of hickeys on your neck his pressure going from unsure and light nibbles to bites as he saw the first proper hickey he had left

“Me either, fuck, so full, feel so full, youre so fucking huge” you pants your eyes fluttering as he marked you up “my good puppy” the squeak of the bed frame and the slapping of skin was unmistakable; if you could think right now you would be worried about people hearing you; however, you couldn’t think, Spencer had fucked your brain out of you

He whimpers at the praise, his ego swelling again. He leans down to kiss your jaw, his thrusts becoming more desperate.

"Your good puppy is all yours," he pants between kisses. "And you're mine, right? My pretty kitty?" you both nodded fast, foreheads pressed against each other both panting pathetically “ahahahah~,” Spencer listened to your pants and moaned completely lost in the rut, his poor inexperienced mind in a haze of pleasure and complete submission.

You nodded pathetically fast “‘m all yours, Spence,” you said rutting against him both of you panting pathetically “ahahahah,” He laughs breathlessly with you, both of you rutting and panting. He's completely lost in the rut, his virgin mind in a haze of pleasure and submission.

“Such a good- ah boy” you moaned starting to pant “harder” you squealed; voice higher than your usual tone, sounds escaping your throat you didn't even know you could make “That's it good boyyyy” you bit his lip lightly as you leant down to kiss him

He growls softly at your encouragement, his thrusts becoming harder but slower, rather than shallower but faster He's determined to please you, to be a good boy.

To be your good boy

Spencer grips the bed sheets tightly as he groans your name; his volume increased as he whined; getting closer to the edge his hand digging into your flesh; like he was in disbelief that this was happening, that it was really you

"I'm close," Spencer’s voice tightens as he warns, his pace becoming frantic. "Jesus; gotta pull out” he basically growled as his voice cracked with desperation “So close to cumming inside you" Spencer warned as he whimpered trying to psych himself up to give up and lose this unbelievable feeling; he had a couple more seconds before he had to pull out anyway. “So good angel”

“Please do please! Im cumming please” You begged; voice raw with need, as you cut off his thoughts, he threw out every possible piece of good sense that he had

He lets out a guttural moan as he feels you tighten around him squeezing him in intervals as your orgasm washes over you; the feeling pushing him over the edge. He thrusts shallow but fast chasing his orgasm.

"Fuck!” Spencer whimpers, his face visibly holding back, pouting lightly as he moaned “fuck” followed by an urgent “I'm cumming!" Your legs wrap around his waist nodding and whimpering; his body trembling with the intensity of his first orgasm with someone else’s help.

He thrusts deep one last time and releases inside you, filling you up as promised.

You squealed as you felt the veins in his cock jutt the body releases built up energy and excitement, as you feel the short rush of warmth inside of you; it’s different to any feeling you had ever felt, you’d never let guys fuck you raw before never mind cum inside; you were pulling Spencer down to you; capturing his lips betwixt your own, his hip stuttering forward, almost attempting to get deeper even though you were up to his hilt.

He collapses on top of you, one arm gripping the mattress; still very much inside of you; Spencer buries his face in your neck, after almost quite literally falling off of your lips; lazily kissing your neck as he still twitches with aftershocks.

"That was... incredible," Spencer pants breathily; his voice cracking slightly as he spoke, his voice hoarse and low. "You're incredible." He strokes your hair gently reaching over his side of the bed to grab a bundle of tissues, cleaning you up a little as he cradles your head; rolling onto his side and in turn, pulling you onto his chest; he attempted some words of affirmation and some water but in honesty, by the time your head touched his chest you passed out