Spencer Reid One-Shots

sitting pretty 2

+18!

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

summary: You seem to be unable to follow instructions which ends with Spencer punishing you.

words: 2,5k

warnings: cockwarming, soft!dom!Spence, unprotected sex (don't do that), female masturbation, blowjob, facefucking, reader is being needy + can't follow instructions = gets punished, bodily fluids, aftercare, praise <3

It had been a long day, and all you wanted was to relax in Spencer's arms. But with his cock buried deep inside you, pulsing with every slight movement, it was impossible to think about anything else.

You were straddling his waist while he lay on his back, still clothed - at least he was, not you. You were completely naked on top of him, just as he wanted: facing him, holding still with his cock inside you.

You tried to relax; the position was quite comfortable for you, but the pressure of his cock pressing inside you made it hard to focus on anything but the growing tension.

His hands were resting on your hips, keeping you in place.

Your nipples hardened as they brushed against his dress shirt, the slight friction sending shivers through you. You craved Spencer's touch, longing for him to tease them between his fingers - but he held back, leaving you wanting more.

Everything was intoxicating - his warmth, his scent, the way his clothes felt against your naked skin, teasing you as you sat still.

Well, mostly still.

Spencer's voice was soft but firm. "You need to stay still, sweetheart," he murmured, his thumb gently stroking your hip. "Just keep sitting pretty for me, okay?"

You nodded, biting your lower lip as you tried to follow his instructions.

But the way he filled you, stretching you so perfectly, made it hard to focus.

You felt yourself getting completely drenched, possibly more than you ever have before. The wetness was pooling inside you, and you could feel it beginning to overflow and drip out.

The slow, steady throb of his cock inside you was maddening, and despite your best efforts, you couldn't resist the urge to move - just a little.

You shifted your hips slightly, and it was enough to send a wave of pleasure through both of you.

Spencer's breath hitched, and his grip on your hips tightened slightly.

"Angel..." he warned, his voice low and commanding, though there was an edge of sweetness to it. "What did I say?"

"I'm sorry," you whispered, though the apology was half-hearted.

The need between your legs was growing, and you couldn't help the subtle roll of your hips as you sought more friction, more of that delicious sensation, more of him.

Spencer's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating as he watched you struggle to obey. He was patient, but he could see the bratty streak in you tonight, the way you were testing his limits.

"Are you being needy tonight, love?" he asked, his tone soft yet carrying an unmistakable edge of authority. His hand slid up your side, fingers ghosting over your ribs as he watched your reaction.

You nodded, unable to hide the desperate look in your eyes. "I just... I need you, Spence," you murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to his jaw, your lips brushing over the stubble there. "Please..."