Spencer Reid One-Shots

sitting pretty 3

+18!

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

summary: You are being a good girl and get rewarded.

words: 4,2k

warnings: cockwarming, soft!dom!Spence, unprotected sex (don't do that), overstimulation, oral fem!receiving, fingering, bodily fluids, aftercare, praise <3

a/n: this is part of my 1000 followers celebration! thank you for following me!

Dressed in the new, slightly too-revealing underwear he bought for you, you straddled his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. The delicate lace hugged your curves, making you feel both exposed and cherished under his eyes.

His cock was buried deep inside you, your underwear pulled to the side, and despite the maddening pleasure, you focused on remaining still, just as he had instructed.

Each throb, each pulse of him inside you felt like a delicious torment.

With your head nestled on his shoulder, you inhaled his familiar scent - clean and comforting with a hint of his cologne - relishing the warmth of his skin against yours.

The combination of his presence and the feel of the lingerie against your body was almost too much to bear, but you held on, determined to follow his command, determined to please him, determined for him to praise you.

Spencer's hands rested gently on your hips, his touch firm yet reassuring.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice smooth and approving, a tone that sent a shiver down your spine. "You're doing so well."

The compliment made your heart race with both pleasure and pride.

You could feel the tension building inside you, a swirling mix of excitement and need that was almost unbearable.

But you held on, keeping yourself as still as possible despite the desperate urge to move.

His hands gently soothed you, his thumbs stroking your sides in slow, deliberate circles. "You're so beautiful like this, sitting pretty like that, taking me so well," he whispered, his voice low and seductive, the sound of it sending another wave of heat through your body. "I'm proud of you."

You bit your lip, trying your best to remain still despite the overwhelming urge to squirm.

The way he filled you perfectly, stretching you, and pulsing with every breath, made it hard to focus on anything but the growing pressure between your legs and the knot forming in your stomach.

You couldn't tell how long you'd been sitting like that - whether it had been five minutes or thirty. It didn't matter. You'd stay there all day if that's what he asked of you.

The pleasure was intense, but the anticipation of what was to come was even more so.

"Are you comfortable, angel?" Spencer's voice broke through your haze, soft and filled with genuine concern.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice shaky with need.

"How does it feel?" His question was gentle, but the heat in his gaze when he cocked his head to look at your face, betrayed his own rising desire.

"You feel really good," you managed to say, your voice a breathless whisper.

The words were inadequate to describe the overwhelming fullness, the way every nerve in your body seemed to be on fire.

"Tell me more." His voice was a low rumble, a command wrapped in velvet, and your walls clenched around him involuntarily in response, making him hiss and chuckle softly.