Spencer Reid One-Shots

Anything for my sweet girl

+18!!!

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

words: 820

warnings: pure smut, unprotected sex, creampie, soft!dom!spencer, crying during sex, praise, use of butt plug.

a/n: i think i'm ovulating. i'm sorry.

You loved the way Spencer towered over you, pressing you harder and harder into the mattress, pumping into you and filling your cunt with loads of cum. The feeling of his long cock brushing against your walls and his tip hitting that soft spot at the end was exhilarating. You loved being stuffed by him, being filled up, with his cum dripping out of you - down your legs and onto your ass.

This time, it felt even better because Spencer sheepishly asked if he could put a butt plug in you. You didn't know why he was so afraid of asking - you loved the idea. As soon as he said the words, you got excited, eager for the sensation of being even more filled up. You wondered how it felt for him. Were you tighter? Could he feel the plug? Would he pull it out and fuck your other hole later?

He kept thrusting long after he had already come. To be fair, he got hard again quite quickly and was clearly not done with you. He could spend all day buried inside you, with you underneath him, and you would gladly lay there, letting him do whatever he wanted to you.

"Please don't stop," you said between your moans.

"I'm not gonna stop, angel. I'm gonna keep going, as long as you want," Spencer murmured, his voice rough with desire as he maintained his steady rhythm inside you. Each thrust was deliberate, pushing you closer to the edge, making you gasp and squirm beneath him. "You're doing so well for me. You're such a good girl." His words were like a caress, making you whimper with pleasure and longing.

Tears pooled in the corners of your eyes, a mix of overwhelming pleasure and emotional release. Spencer had no intention of stopping soon, not when you sounded so sweet and so wet under him. He could feel your body trembling with every motion, your soft cries fueling his relentless need to keep going.

"You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" he asked teasingly.

All you could do was let out another cry.

"Oh, it's okay, baby. I've got you. You're so perfect, so perfect for me," he said as he kissed away the tears that began to flow down your cheeks.

Now you were moaning even louder, scratching his back as he kept going, hitting that sweet spot with the tip of his cock.

"You feel so good, so tight. You're enjoying having a plug in your ass, aren't you? You like being filled up, my pretty girl?"

You couldn't utter a word. Your mind was hazy, reaching a high you'd never quite experienced.

"Come on, pretty girl, come back to me. I need you to speak up," he said, lowering his lips to your ear, which didn't help things. His lips near your neck and his breath on your sweat-covered skin drove you wild.

"Feels so good," you managed to say between cries, your voice trembling as waves of pleasure coursed through you. Your body was arching with each thrust, and you could barely form coherent thoughts, lost in the sensation.

"How good?" Spencer's voice was a low growl, his breath hot against your ear. He leaned closer, his chest pressing against yours, making your heart race even faster. He wanted to hear you, to know just how much you were feeling.

You couldn't speak anymore. You were getting closer to the edge, your cries and whimpers coming faster and louder. Your grip on the sheets tightened, your entire body trembling with the force of your impending climax.

"Oh, baby, I've got you. You can let go. Come on, pretty. Cum for me." His words were a soft, coaxing murmur, his hands caressing your sides as if to anchor you in the moment. He could feel your muscles clenching around him, making his breath hitch with every movement.

Your pussy clenched around him, which made him twitch, but he managed to push himself all the way to the brim, his cockhead brushing against your cervix. You could feel every inch of him, and the sensation was almost too much to bear.

"Oh, God, baby, you can't be doing that," he said teasingly, his voice strained with his own desire. He grinned down at you, his eyes dark with need, clearly enjoying the way your body responded to him.

"Please keep going." The words were barely a whisper, almost lost in your gasps, but the urgency in your tone was unmistakable.

"You sure, angel?" His hand cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing away the tears that had spilled over, his eyes searching yours for confirmation.

"Yes, please." You could barely breathe, your voice a desperate plea, the intensity of your need evident in every breathless word.

"Okay, anything for my sweet girl." He said it with a mix of tenderness and raw desire, his gaze softening as he leaned in to kiss you.