Spencer Reid | Oneshots

Never Have I Ever (2) 🔥 (E)

Summary: The aftermath of a friendly competition.

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Content Warning: Fingering, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, sex toys, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, Daddy kink

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I was no stranger to taboo things before that night, but that didn't make it any less exciting to all but fuck my coworker in an impassioned frenzy in the back of an Uber on the way to my apartment. Beyond the casual greeting given to the poor driver, the only noises made the rest of the way were those of frantically meeting lips and pants, our limbs entangled in a mess of need.

That didn't change once we finally made it inside, with Spencer immediately slamming me against the door once it closed behind us and pressing me against the door so hard I could hardly breathe.

"Bedroom," I begged, pushing on his chest as he struggled to break his lips away from where they were sucking soft bruises into my neck. But once he did, he didn't make any further arguments, dragging me by my arm down the hallway.

He'd only been to my place a few times, and I'd never actually had him in my bedroom. I was more than happy to change that, because as soon as we breached that entrance he all but tossed me towards the bed.

When I turned around to face him half on the bed, he was already encasing me within his grasp. A wanton moan followed as his hand quickly made its way up my skirt, grabbing my underwear and yanking it down from my hips.

"Fuck me," I whined, lifting my bottom to help him remove my clothes faster, my hands clawing at the buttons on his shirt before he grabbed my wrist to slow me down.

"I've waited years to fuck you," he said with his voice dripping with possessiveness, "I'm taking my time with you."

That alone was enough to cause my head to fall back, my entire body rolling up towards him as he worked to remove my skirt altogether. The second that my lower half was fully revealed to him, he cupped my sex with his hand, refusing to slip past the folds as he watched the way I tried to take a deep breath.

"You do scream sub that hard, by the way."

I hardly caught the reference as a bunch of lewd noises poured out of my mouth, my hands gripping his arm in an effort to beg him to touch me. He actually laughed in response, but still showed mercy. Once his finger breached my heat, I rewarded him with a loud, drawn out moan. He responded by immediately adding a second finger, stretching me open as he coated his fingers with my essence.

"Tell me what you thought about when you touched yourself," he taunted, "Did you picture me kissing you softly? Telling you how beautiful you are?"

Bending over me, he whispered cruelly in my ear, "Did you picture me holding you close while I made love to you?"

"S-Spencer," I sobbed as his fingers began thrusting into me at a tireless pace, his lips starkly contrasting the sinful touch by giving me a soft kiss against my cheekbone.

"Sorry to disappoint you, kitten. But that's not what's going to happen tonight."

I wasn't even able to tell him that it wasn't disappointing, but it would become clear in my actions. My nails were digging into his skin now, feeling the way his muscles tensed under my touch as he began stroking inside me with each thrust.

"Oh, kitten," he cooed as he no doubt felt the way my muscles progressively seized as I was approaching an orgasm that came out of nowhere, "I've barely touched you."