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Everybody knew the downfall of Spencer Reid had a name and face. He would always portray himself as the nerdy genius boy that wouldn’t hurt a fly, always innocent, ever naive. Until you came along and showed him the wonders of life. Most importantly, the wonders of a sex life.
His world was turned upside down, he had become your servant, loyalty at your mercy, doing as he was told just as long as he got access to the sweet relief of your body. People around him knew that you had put a spell on him, because everyday at 6 o’clock sharp he would be gone, and god himself couldn’t find him, because he was gone to be lost in you.
It was friday night and, as per usual, your hands were already roaming around your boyfriend’s body. You had memorized every curve, every sensitive spot, yet nothing compared to the thrill of having him in the flesh, and mind you, you decided a great way to welcome him back home was wearing nothing but a bra and a matching set of panties when he walked through the door. Within seconds of your reunion, you had him pressed up against the wall of his apartment as he let himself be devoured by your lips in any way you desired. Your teeth sank onto the skin of his neck and you heard him whimper in pleasure; as a reaction, his hands reached down to give your ass a rough tug forward, his hips rolling to let you feel his imprisoned erection.
“Eager, babe?” you pulled back to look at him. He was still clothed, his work shirt disheveled from having your body rubbing against it during the make out session.
“You can’t kiss me like that and expect me to have self control” he complained, but his wording came out as a praise.
“I have so many ideas to please you tonight.” your lips were on his once again as you spoke, your breath heavy with lust as you kissed.
“Do whatever you want with me.” he muttered, his tongue immediately massaging yours the second he was done speaking. The sincerity in his voice was piercing. He needed you, right that moment, to touch him, to please him. As you wanted to obey his wishes, your fingers threaded south to undo the button of his jeans, knowing full well that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
So many options, so little time, what will you do to him?
“In a minute.” you said with a sheepish grin “First, I need to hear that voice of yours again.”
In spite of having his member halfway to being freed, you didn’t give him the pleasure of touching him directly. Instead, your hand lowered to cup his front, only applying gentle pressure to his groin. The restrained contact made him groan close to your ear, and the delicious sound just filled you with further confidence.
“M-More..” he tried to request.
You lifted your body up slightly by the tips of your feet so your mouth would be at the level of his ear “If you want more, you will have to get it yourself.” you commanded.
Spencer shut his eyes at the feeling of your hot breath against the shell of his ear, and he obediently began to buck his hips into your hand. You kept your palm in place, allowing him to get the very much needed pressure against the fabric. His own hands gripped onto the sides of your shirt in a desperate attempt to keep you in place, his head dropping so his forehead would be on your shoulder, hiding away the shame of having to fuck your hand with a still clothed member.
He continued to move his hips in search of his own pleasure; from time to time, you would pull your hand slightly away when he thrusted forward, and without fail he would let out an annoyed cry in complaint. You chuckled at his neediness and the way he picked up his speed, his pants were becoming louder even with the muffling that your shoulder provided, and you could tell he was reaching his limit.
His hands gripped tighter onto your sides, but just before he was able to be overtaken by pleasure, you removed the palm. Your hands pressed against his chest instead, having his back against the wall once again.
"Please," he airily let out "I feel like if I'm not inside you right this second, I might actually lose my mind."
Your eyes filled with mischief as you looked at him, so needy, so desperate, with his back against the wall. You decided you could use that to your advantage, afterall, you needed something from him as well. Your fingers wrapped around the collar of his shirt, and you began to pull it down to lower him. He caught on to your intentions rather quickly, and so he dropped to his knees in front of you.
His arms reached to grab your hips, pulling you even closer to him so he could press a chaste kiss to your stomach. With care, one arm snaked around your leg, pushing it up so the back of your knee would be resting on his shoulder instead. You grabbed the locks of his head for support, and your head dropped back once you felt his hot breath against your clothed core.
His tongue darted out to press against the already wet fabric teasingly, and you responded with a thrust of your hips; the feeling of his nose rubbing against your still covered clit made you moan a bit too loud, and such a gesture filled him with a cocky sense of pride. However, his eagerness to taste you grew by the second, so he moved a finger in between your legs to push the material of your panties aside. His tongue remained out, and he kept his head still. He wanted you to do it. If you wanted pleasure, you would have to get it yourself.
The act of defiance annoyed you the slightest, but you were way too aroused to give it anymore thought. You began to rock your hips back and forth against his tongue, and the sensation felt heavenly, you were using his face as a humping pillow, and your noises began to spill as reassurance for his service
He would lick up your slick whenever he had the chance, letting you have a very quick taste of what it would be like to have his dick prodding at your entrance. The tip of his nose being used as your personal flicking toy, having it rubbing your sensitive nub over and over again.
You began to feel yourself close to the edge, but before you got to let yourself spill all over his face, he pushed your leg off his shoulder and stood back up in a rush. His hands landed on your hips once again and you pushed him back against the wall in complaint.
“Please.” he begged “If you’re going to cum, I want it to be from my dick.”
Your frustration was only growing further with every touch, so you decided it was time you both gave into the temptation of becoming one. Your hands slid to reach for his in a gentle grab and you led him towards the open door of his room. He didn’t waste any time, though, as you walked in front of him, he used the free hand to land a slight slap on the exposed skin of your ass. You turned around to shoot him an offended look and he only replied with an apparently innocent smile.
As revenge, once you were close to the bed, you tugged roughly on his hand to make him trip and fall onto the mattress. You barely gave him any time to figure out what had happened before you were over him straddling his lap. His hands, as a reflex, reached for your ass again, landing on the spot he had hit before and grinning victoriously at the minimum heat that spread over the skin.
You captured his mouth into your lips just to erase that annoying smile of his, it pissed you off that he always thought he could have control whenever he liked. His tongue happily welcomed yours, and the room was filled with the erotic noises of a sloppy kiss. Desperate for some more friction yourself, you grinded down onto his hardened member, and his voice began to come out again. His hands moved to your upper back, making sure to untangle the pins of your bra. He pulled away to allow you to remove the garment, but he still took a second to appreciate your bare chest hovering so close to his face. He loved, to his very core, seeing you half naked in front of him.
“I want to fuck you.” he said as your eyes met “I need to pin you down and pound into you until you forget your own name.”
His dirty talking sent electric shocks through your entire body, his proposal didn’t sound half bad; however, he also needed to learn, he needed to know how to give up control, how to let himself be pleased. Your hands were pressing against his chest to help you with your balance, and you realized then that you were in power, it was up to you, will you let him do as he pleases?, or will you, for once, show him how good it can feel to give up control?
You pondered his words, you really did, but he looked so fantastically submissive, your whole body pinning him to the bed, you were in control for once, and you liked it. Your hands worked the remaining buttons of his shirt, spreading the garment open to expose his chest, your fingers, slightly cold, traveled up his torso, just taking in the wonder that your boyfriend was. He shivered slightly under your touch, but when he was just about to remove your wrists from him, you quickly moved to hold onto his instead, pinning them over his head.
“No touching.” you said with an almost evil smile “Sorry, sir, but today I call the shots.”
You watched amusedly as his eyes widened in surprise, his mouth falling slightly open. You took advantage of the parted lips and allowed your tongue to slip once more in a gentle, but lewd, kiss. Your hips rolled against his still clothed member, and his need grew with the gesture, a whimper slipping past his lips. He looked at you with pleading eyes, and you couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit.
“I’m going to let go of your wrists, but I want you to behave, okay?” you warned “If you touch me, I’ll stop.”
He pursed his lips and you saw his stomach tighten, but he nodded in agreement. He was enjoying it more than he would ever admit. You did as you preached and you retracted your hands to land them back into his chest. You watched as he put his behind his head, possibly to avoid moving them to your body. You leaned back once again and lifted your hips, your hands reaching underneath his pants to finally free his member. You hovered over his tip, rubbing your own slit against it teasingly.
“Please.” he said as he struggled to keep his hands in place “I need you.” he continued to plead.
You took pity on the way he squirmed, and so you finally slid onto him. The feeling of his member entering you sent you into a craze that you hadn’t expected, not even giving yourself time to adjust, you began to bounce your hips onto his shaft, your head tilted back in pleasure, and your hands pressed against his chest for support.
He began to moan erratically almost immediately, all the build up and tension from being apart finally catching up to him. He tugged slightly at his own locks to keep himself sane, his eyes focusing solely on the way your chest moved up and down.
On your side, you were too focused on your own pleasure to even notice the way he would hungrily stare at your body, simply using him to treat yourself well. Your pace sped up and your hips began to rub back and forth to generate some friction on your front. As you came closer to your climax, you could also feel his muscles moving, the way you clenched around him was pushing him to his own high.
He looked at you curiously, being that, up to now, whenever you didn’t use protection, you would often ask him to pull out before spilling his seed, but there was something about this time, about your eagerness to milk him dry, that you didn’t seem to even have that concern in your mind.
“B-babe,” he tried to speak as he was being fucked silly “I’m about to come..” he said in between pants.
“I know.” you said, your body bending forward once again to cup his cheeks “Do it inside.”
Perhaps it was the way you half moaned your words, or the fact that he had fantasized about what it would be like to see you dripping with his cum, but your command was enough to send him to the limit. His hands ultimately darted from under his head, gripping at your hips to push you down, unmoving, and have himself all the way inside you. A rush hit your body in waves as you found your release and felt the warmth of his fill you up. He grunted directly into your ear and you fell flat against his chest as you came down from your high.
You pulled back after a couple of seconds to press another kiss to his lips. “Hey, want to see something really cool?” you said, and he perked up his head with curiosity.
You straightened your body once again and lifted your hips to allow his member to slip out, yet, you hovered over it for a couple of seconds, letting some of his cum drip down onto his flattening member, which ended up twitching when the man took in the sight.
He laughed a bit and fell down, tiredly, onto the bed “Jesus christ.” he muttered.
“What?” you asked, a simile on your face as you laid back down on his chest, his arms loosely wrapping around your back.
“I’m so in love with you, you’ll end up being the death of me.” he basically grumbled as he began to drift off to sleep.
You clung further to his torso, he must’ve been dead tired from work, and he still took the time to play along with your little game. You couldn’t help but sigh in content, to be loved by this man was an experience you were lucky enough to have, and even luckier to not share with anyone else.
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Your hips didn’t give him a second of rest, clenching around him as you came closer and closer to finally releasing your juices onto him. You weren’t even paying attention at the whimpering underneath you, who was using every will left in his body to obey your original orders of not touching you.
“I-I need to pull out…” he whimpered in an attempt to let you know how close he was.
“Sorry, baby,” your sight traveled to his face again, smiling mischievously down at him “you only cum when I tell you to.”
You felt him twitch in your insides, and it filled you with joy. Your nails dug slightly onto the skin of his chest, small curses dripping from your lips as you finally reached your high. You allowed yourself to freeze in place and rock your hips slightly as you released freely on his lap. You could feel him throbbing incessantly, he was doing everything he could to not fill you up in that moment.
“Ma’am” he let out in a breathy sigh “Please, let me cum.”
“One second, sweetheart.” you continued to tease.
You rolled off his body and watched with a smile as his member, still rock hard, slapped against his stomach. His eyes seemed to be filling up with vague tears, his chest raising quickly from the heavy breaths that he was letting out. You slid further down to have your head in between his legs, planting a playful kiss to his shaft, and you earned another needy gasp from him.
“Thank you for your service.” you said towards his dick jokingly.
You finally grabbed the base and opened your mouth to let his tip rest against your tongue. Your hand moved rapidly, knowing just how much he needed to come. Your eyes raised to cross with his, and after a couple more pumps you gave him a slight nod, letting him know it was okay for him to release. The way his sperm shot up, violently, against your throat took you aback, but you still did your best to hold in everything he let out as he grunted loudly.
You let go of his member once you were sure you had gotten it all. “Do you want to see how much I love you?” you said, with a bit of struggle.
“Show me.” he said once his breathing calmed down.
You made sure to look him straight in the eye as you gulped down his release, and he threw his head back pretending to be shot in the chest.
“Jesus Christ," he almost cursed under his breath "A thousand lives won't be enough to love you like you deserve."
His confession seemed related to the fact that you had just swallowed his product, but it wasn't, it was a thought that crossed his mind everyday, and it would cross his mind everyday until he was no longer on this earth.
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You bit your bottom lip at his words. If there was something Spencer was particularly good at, it was making a girl do as he pleased with just a couple of sentences “Are you going to be nice to me?” you asked with pretend innocence.
He drew a smile on his face, in a blink, his body rolled to the side, his arms reaching for your body to make sure you wouldn’t fall off as he switched positions, having you finally beneath him. He took a second to prop himself onto his palms, each one next to the sides of your head, to look down at you.
“I will make you see stars.” he reassured, his body bent forward to press a gentle, loving kiss to your lips. Distracted by his mouth, you didn’t quite realize when his hand traveled down, only coming back to your reality when he pushed one of your thighs to spread your legs. Your breath caught into your throat, and it made him chuckle. He straightened his back once again, taking in your entire body laid down in front of him to his pleasure, and his pleasure only. He took his time to remove your panties, painstakingly slow if you were to say so, but once they were thrown away somewhere around the room, he finally allowed himself to come free.
He grabbed the base of his member and guided it on top of your lower half, using the tip to hit over the place of your clit slightly. You whined in protest. “You promised to be nice.” you muttered, your eyebrows frowned to express your feelings of betrayal.
“Patience, love.” he said, yet, he was the all too eager one, to be honest.
Before you got to say anything else, his tip prodded at your entrance and his hips pushed forward. He reached under your thighs to rise them up and push your knees towards your chest. In this position, he had all the control, you wouldn’t be able to push him away even if you tried to. Spencer put his weight on you, his hips beginning to thrust slowly at first.
The original pace didn’t last long, his hips becoming wild and fast only after a couple of minutes. The room was filled with grunts from both sides, he was hitting deep and hard, just like he knew you would like. His hips would draw small circles from time to time, trying to find the sweet spot that would send you to the sky as he promised, and at last, he hit bulls eye with one specific angle. He wasted no time in shifting, and the depth of his member reached new lengths, turning you into a moaning mess within seconds, your toes were curling next to his head, he could tell you were about to reach the desired climax, and he was following right behind.
You were praying to saints you weren’t even sure you believed in to keep yourself together. Spencer wasn’t giving you a second to rest, your legs trembling from the pleasure. You didn’t want him to stop, you needed him, every single bit of him. Your legs curled a little downwards, trying to get his body even closer.
He laughed slightly and tilted his head in between your legs to look down at you. “Use your words, beautiful.” he said with a teasing tone.
“Please, Spencer, fill me up.” you whimpered as you looked up at him pleadingly “I want you to pour everything you got, let my womb swallow it all.”
The cockiness was evident in his face as he smiled, his hips purposely slowing their pace to watch you squirm in protest. His teasing only lasted so long, because before you knew it his hips were thrusting again to the fast rhythm he had you used to. He pulled his body away from you, focusing on pushing your legs further against your chest, you could feel your muscles pulling a little, but you could have cared any less. His eyesight landed on your pussy, admired the way he would enter and come out of you, absolutely mesmerized by how well you could take him.
After a particularly rough thrust, your juices began to flow without remorse down your cheeks, coating the parts of his member that weren’t deeply buried in your pussy. He pushed all the way in, allowing his seed to spill fully within you. He kept his hips in place, watching carefully how you would overflow.
“I know what you’re doing” you told him after you had come down from your high.
“Yeah?” he asked curiously.
“If I keep my legs up, there’s a better chance I’ll become pregnant.” you laughed a little bit, and he hid his face on his own arm, embarrassed of having been caught.
He finally brought himself to pull out of you and rushed to the bathroom to grab a wet wipe. He helped you get cleaned up, a little bit disappointed if he was being honest, and offered a hand for you to sit down. He remained frozen for a moment, simply staring at your face.
“Spence, what’s up?” you asked, an eyebrow cocked.
“Nothing.” he said “I just, I really am deeply in love with you.”
His words caused a wild blush to spread around your face, ironically enough, since you had been bare naked to his disposal, and it was only when he let out his deepest feelings when you would feel embarrassed.
He noticed, and so he spoke again “Shower?”
“Hell yeah.” you answered, and the rest of your night was spent taking care of a set of hips that would be very sore the next day.
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You were losing control, but you were painfully aware that you weren’t using protection, and as much as you would love to bear his children, it was not the time, and neither did you want this to be the conceiving story.
“M-My tits.” you struggled to mutter.
“What’s that, love?” he asked with faked confusion, knowing full well he had heard you.
“I want you to come on my tits.” you repeated yourself, your eyes falling shut trying to keep your concentration away from the fact that he was pounding your pussy like he was in heat.
“Your wish is my command.” without further notice, he pulled his member away from your insides, leaving you empty just seconds before you reached your climax. He ignored the whiny moan that you let out at the loss of contact, instead, he fixed his knees closer to your body and began to stroke himself with a rapid pace.
You beamed with pleasure as you felt the hot droplets beginning to fall onto your chest, a loud grunt from his side filling the silence of the room. Your back arched, welcoming the product of his arousal. He let go once he had felt his climax dying down, and before you could even grab his hand to ask him for a kiss, his body dragged itself in between your legs.
“Spence, you’ve done enough.” you mentioned.
“I promised you stars.” he answered. He didn’t give you time to answer before his tongue was swirling around your sensitive clit.
Your body arched more violently, not quite expecting his movements to be so fast. You couldn’t help the way your thighs pressing together, and he sighed contently at the feeling of his head being crushed by your legs. He snuck two fingers in between his body and your flesh, and slowly began to move them inside and out of your slit. The overstimulation in your walls finally made you reach the sky he had promised, your fluids coming out without warning all over his mouth, a gesture that was never rejected by him.
You dropped flat against the bed, almost unable to move. Spencer laughed instinctively at how defeated you looked, and he bounced off to lay next to you, an arm wrapping over your waist.
“Tired, baby?” he said before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Ironically, since I was the one who didn’t do anything.” you joked.
“No, no, you did a lot.” his tone was playful, but it quickly turned stern “You reminded me what it was like to feel loved.” he said. You hurried to hide your face on his chest and muttered an ‘i love you’ that was almost unhearable. He chuckled at how adorable you looked, all shy after he had basically used you as a fleshlight “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
One thing about Spencer, though, no matter how rough he could come to be, the aftercare was always top tier.
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