Spencer Reid | Oneshots

Insatiable Girl 🔥 (E)

Summary: Spencer decides to explore a particular aspect of his girlfriend's psychology.

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Content Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving), established relationship, body worship (male), fingering, oral fixation

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There have been many theories about oral fixations. Although most only know about Freud's thoughts on the matter, the truth is that most animals experience a period of youth where they seek out something to satisfy their need for self-soothing.

It makes sense. Our mouths are not only how we nourish ourselves, but also how we express our personality. How much of human courtship is performed with the mouth? From a smile to something more... salacious.

When I'd invited my girlfriend to move in with me, I'd already been aware of this aspect of her psychology. It would've been difficult to miss. But for all the pleasure it provided, it also brought with it the sweetest torture. Because her fixation persisted even when we were in public.

How many hours had I sat and watched as she worshipped something that would never be capable of appreciating her efforts? How many times had I sat and counted bubblegum bubbles or listened to the muffled clacking of mints on her teeth?

Don't even get me started on lollipops.

But that day, as we sat in our respective spaces in the living room, she had nothing but herself to use to appease that ever-demanding compulsion. Each time that I'd looked over, I would watch as her jaw twitched while her teeth worked the supple skin of her lower lip.

My heart raced, skipping a beat each time that I watched it slip free. I could feel the slickness of her lips, the pillowy, malleable softness of her. I could taste the sweetness of the firm muscle of her tongue.

My thoughts ran wild with fantasies that I'd had a million times before. But that day, one had made its way through to the forefront.

I stood without warning, but she didn't seem to mind. At that time, she was too engrossed in chewing idly on the tip of her thumb.

She didn't look up until I was right in front of her. Even then, she just opened her mouth to speak, but said nothing.

Like a baby bird opening her mouth and pleading for me to provide her what she needed. Mere seconds after she'd removed her own thumb, her eyes began pleading, 'Give me something more.'

At first, I had to say no. I had my own cruel desires that I'd needed to indulge. I wanted to watch her crumble beneath me until there was no greater satisfaction than giving me mine.

My hand cradled her jaw to stop her from chewing on her lips. Her body rocked forward, her neck craning to be even an inch closer to what she wanted most.

But I wasn't a complete sadist. I wouldn't leave her completely unsatisfied. The next time she opened her mouth to beg, I pressed my thumb against her bottom lip. Within seconds, she'd accepted it. At first, she was gentle. She wrapped her tongue around the digit and let out a soft breath from her nose.

Soon enough, though, her desire got the better of her. With both her hands on my hips, she pulled my entire thumb into her mouth. She audibly moaned, as if I had given her the greatest gift.

But I hadn't. Not yet.

She knew that, too. That's why she wasted no time unbuckling my pants, all while her mouth refused to relent.

Her mouth had been so warm, so soft. Everything about her was. It set my blood on fire in the best possible way. I listened to the melodic sound of belt buckles and buttons and indulged in the overwhelming feeling of her lips wrapped around my thumb.