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👦🏻⚠️Spencer Reid⚠️👦🏻

Bottom!Spencer x Top!Reader

Spencer writhes on the bed beneath you. His head is thrown back and his face flushed bright red. There are tears pricking at the corners of his closed eyes. He whimpers and mewls pathetically trying to move both closer to and farther from your hand on his cock.

You chuckle at him condescendingly and continue to stroke him, using the cum from the orgasm he just had as lubrication.

Spencer pants heavily, his flushed and cum-splattered chest and stomach heaving with the force of each breath. He tries to whine your name but is interrupted by another moan as you run your thumb over the head of his cock.

"Aww, baby," you coo teasingly. "Is it too much?"

Spencer opens his eyes to look at you and moves his head in a strange cross between a shake and nod, seemingly unable to decide. "Feels so good!" he gasps.

"Yeah?"

He squeezes his eyes shut as his face contorts with pleasure and he nods. He babbles incoherently, unable to form a complete sentence, and the thought drives you crazy. This normally so intelligent and articulate man, reduced to this.

You lean forward and kiss a trail up his stomach to his chest, not slowing your hand once as you latch your mouth around one of his nipples. Spencer lets out a cry as he cums for a second time all over your hand and his stomach, adding to the mess that's already there.

Spencer whimpers softly when you remove your hand from his cock but the sound quickly shifts to a moan when you bring your hand up to the nipple not in your mouth. Spencer has always been incredibly sensitive everywhere and you love to use it to drive him crazy.

You toy with his nipples with your tongue and fingers and revel in the way you can feel Spencer's chest heave beneath your hands and mouth and feel his hips buck against your still fully clothed body. Part of you is tempted to grind down against him but you push that thought aside. This is about Spencer. This is about him allowing himself to be vulnerable and taken care of. The disparity in your level of dress adds to that, and it's not like you mind him getting your clothes a bit messy, this is far from the first time he's done so.

You pull away from his chest and Spencer opens his eyes to look at you, his pupils blown so wide that they almost eclipse the iris. You bring your clean hand up to wipe away the tear slipping down the side of his face and Spencer presses his head into your hand. "Sweet boy," you mutter fondly. Spencer hums and smiles up at you. "You think you can give me one more, baby?"

Spencer's eyes widen even further and you can feel him squirming beneath you as he nods.

You lean down to kiss him and whisper, "Good boy" against his lips.

Spencer's breath hitches as you slide your way down his body until you're settled between his legs, your face inches away from his cock. You wrap your arms around his thighs and grab onto his hips, pressing him further into the mattress with enough force to leave the small bruises you know he loves.

"W-wait," Spencer stutters as you start to lower your head. You look up at him to see his hands, which had previously been curled into the sheets hovering in the air between you. "Can-can I touch now?"

You smile at him. "Of course, baby. Did so good asking for permission. Such a good boy," you coo.

A dopey smile forms on Spencer's face and he rests one hand on the back of your head and the other on one of your hands, not applying any pressure, simply enjoying the contact.

You drop your head and wrap your lips around him. Spencer gasps and his hips buck unsuccessfully into your hands as his cock starts to harden again in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock before slowly sinking down until your nose presses against his hips. You trace the underside of his cock with your tongue and hollow your cheeks. You hum softly around him and Spencer moans loudly. You pull back slightly and start to bob your head.

Spencer's cock is fully hard again almost instantly and you continue your ministrations, maintaining your grip on his hips to prevent him from thrusting into your mouth.

Spencer's hand curls around the top of yours, gripping it the best he can while it's upside down. He writhes beneath you, broken moans and cut-off gasps escape his lips with every movement of your tongue and bob of your head.

He's already sensitive from his previous orgasms and you can tell that he's close again already. Your theory is confirmed when Spencer gasps, "'M close. Fuck. 'M close."

You hum around him in acknowledgment, gently scraping your front teeth along his cock, and Spencer cums with a weak shout. His whole body shudders and an almost pathetically small amount of cum shoots into your mouth. You swallow it down around him and keep your mouth on his cock until Spencer gently pushes you away. You release his hips and unhook your arms from around his thighs to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. You gaze up at him and smile at the fucked out look on his face.

"You done, baby?" you ask.

Spencer nods weakly and holds out his arms. You chuckle fondly and slide up next to him to pull him into a hug. He curls into your chest with a hum. You reach over to the nightstand to grab some of the wet wipes you keep there and gently wipe Spencer clean.

He whimpers at the contact with his oversensitive cock and you murmur a soothing, "I know, baby. It's alright. I'm right here. I've got you."

Spencer presses himself further into your side and you hold him softly, pressing gentle kisses to his head and whispering soft praises into his ear.