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You wake up in your bed alone, which is weird because you know you spent the night with Spencer. Not having sex, but just the intimacy of laying together gave you such a rush of joy. The other side of the bed was cold, but when you sit up there’s a plate and thermos on your bedside table. The plate has scrambled eggs that have gone cold, sliced peaches, and some toast. It’s endearing truly, but you’re almost disappointed he’s not there.
Work seems to take forever, you had to wipe down computers in the children’s section, help replace light bulbs, and sweep up a broken porcelain bust. Not to mention the more mundane tasks of shelving, or reception work. Safe to say you’re distracted though; does yesterday make you guys an item? You called Gemma on the way to work to tell her everything, and after thirty seconds of her screaming in your ear she calmly tells you she told you so.
When you park in your spot in the car lot, you see Spencer’s Prius a few spots down. There’s a spot of bird shit on the windshield which is unusual considering he keeps it as clean as possible. The apartment door opens with a soft click, and you’re hit instantly with the smell of steak, and some spice. As you turn into the kitchen you see Spencer at the counter, chopping asparagus. When he looks up and sees you his whole face lights up, he sets the knife down and immediately comes over, hands going over your hair and holding your face. The way he looks down on you in pure awe makes you flush a little, smiling uncontrollably back up at him.
“Hey, whatcha making?”
That breaks him out of his trance long enough to glance back at the counter and stove and name everything.
“Strip steak with peppercorn sauce, mashed potatoes, and steamed asparagus.”
Holy fuck you’re starving, you didn’t realize how hungry you were till now and you can feel your mouth water at the thought of what he’s making. So, you set your bag down and toss your coat on the couch so too can go inspect the plates. The steak, sauce, and potatoes are already on the plates, and he’s almost done chopping the asparagus to plate up as well.
“Absolutely delicious looking, wine?”
“Yeah, yes of course.”
He’s followed you into the kitchen like a puppy on your heels, you distribute a short kiss on his cheek on your way to the fridge to pull the bottle of wine out. You can’t help but ogle his arms when he’s cutting the vegetables, even though he’s always wearing those sweaters the light grey knit stretches around his bicep with the motion of the knife. His eyes are so intensely focused on his actions, hair falling into his eyes, and his mouth slightly open still. When you remember to actually pour the wine, you overfill his Yoda mug and you both break into a fit of giggles as he tosses you a towel.
Dinner was absolutely fantastic, neither of y’all could fully focus on eating because you were both so focused on talking or just staring into each other’s eyes. When you’re finally done eating you put away leftovers, and he washes the dishes, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Strong hands all soapy, making circular motions with the sponge on the plate, how do you become a plate? Woah, you’ve forgotten how incredibly untouched you’d been recently, and now you have this beautiful man in front of you and it’s just so tempting. You put the last plastic Tupperware in the fridge then go stand right behind Spencer, arms snaking around his waist and your chin pressing into his right shoulder.
“Hey Spence?”
He tenses a bit at the contact but slowly melts into it, leaning back slightly.
“Mhmm?”
Ughh, that hum could echo in your head forever for all you care.
“Would you wanna sleep in my room again tonight? Or er- well not sleep but like…”
Your words trail off but he definitely understood the implications, the dish water splashes when he turns to face you almost instantly. Not bothering to wipe his hands he grabs your arms gently, looking at you intently as if to gauge whether or not you were serious.
“Coitus?”
That makes you giggle, of course you understand how technical he likes to be, but the almost professional wording throws you off.
“Yes angel, coitus.”
“Okay, er- yes of course obviously!”
Spencer’s gone all pink and stumbling over his words, eager to agree with probably anything to come out of your mouth.
“But I don’t have condoms, not that I have anything or implying that you do. Just being safe.”
“Wait, I think Gemma left some in the bathroom.”
You start towards the hall, but his long legs already overtake you, gracefully sliding past to get into the shared bathroom first. He’s already searching the cabinets by the time you get there, facing you with a grin as he holds a box of trojans.
“I found them, they’ll work.”
Thanks to the heavens for Gemma, she’d be ecstatic to know she helped in this way. Both of you are impatient to get to your room, he lingers at the door to take his shoes off while you’re already on the bed. The comforter dips under your weight on your knees, starting to strip your shirt off. Once his shoes are discarded at the door he scrambles onto your bed as well and stops you from pulling your jeans down.
“Hey, wait no. Not yet.”
You’re confused but raise your hands away, instead lacing them through his hair as he settles on top of you between your legs.
“I just want to go slow, please.”
“Yeah,” gosh you sound so out of breath, but you can’t help it. “Yeah, that works.”
He starts kissing the tender skin right under your ribcage, movements slow as he drags his mouth up towards the center of your chest. You shiver under his touch when his hands slip under your back, and as magnetic and addictive as he feels you push him up. He looks confused but completely removes himself from you.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No, no you’re fine. But- Just take your clothes off.”
That completely changes things for him, sure he’s plenty self-conscious but his pants are kicked off with plenty of eagerness. You think he looks sweet, left in his little blue and white boxers, now in the middle of pulling his sweater up over his head.
“Hey, Spence c’mere.”
Spencer’s head practically whips up, his eyes wide and hair all ruffled. But he wastes no time crawling up to where you are on the bed. Your hands hold his shoulders and push his back against the headboard. You’re sure he has something to say but he’s too flustered to even try speaking. His hands tremble but try to take hold of your arms, though his grip is weak it’s needless to say he wasn’t trying to push you away.
“Is it okay if I take these off?” Yeah, he’s definitely getting hard from watching and feeling your fingers trace the band of his briefs, and you have no problem with furthering his bashfulness. For example, when all he does is nod, you shake your head at him.
“Use your words sweetheart.”
“Please?” Awe, it’s sweet honestly how his voice comes out in a squeak.
“Please what? You know what you want, so you have to tell me.”
“Please, can you lease touch me? I need it so bad-” He’s starting to ramble, whimpers escaping when your fingertips slip underneath the top of his boxers. You can’t help but just tug them down already, freeing his dick which is flushed pink and leaking precum.
As soon as you get your hand around it Spencer’s hips buck up to try and get movement. He’s repeatedly whispering apologies but they get all breathy and high pitched, so you can’t properly understand them. And they only get louder when you take him into your mouth, he’s so warm and smooth, you pump half of his dick in and out of your mouth while your hand lightly strokes the other half. Every now and then the tip pops out of your mouth and you lap at it for a moment before taking it back, eventually taking the rest of him. Sencers hands are on your head now, not really pushing it but needing something to hold.
“D-did you know that performing fellatio can release oxytocin, it's a uhm- bonding hormone. Technically we're getting closer right n-now.”
His babbles are simply pathetic and it’s only fueling you further, not to mention that when you look up, he has tears threatening to fall from his eyes. Goodness gracious, Dr. Spencer Reid was an absolute vision, whole body covered in a light sheen of sweat, his hair all messy, and face a mix between bliss and an attempt to stay in control. But you both know he’s like putty in your hands… or should you say mouth?
You keep going, the tip of your nose brushes his lower stomach occasionally whilst his tip prods the back of your throat. Each time it does he whines again, barely keeping back the urge to thrust into your mouth. You’re propped up on one arm, while your free hand drifts up to just hold his hip almost in place.
“I- please I need to cum, can I?”
Tears are freely running down his cheeks now, and it’s almost pretty. The way his lips are shiny and pink from chewing, and he’s so desperately wanting your permission. So, you do your best to attempt a nod, but you don’t pause the attention you’re giving his poor needy dick. It doesn’t take but a moment before you feel the warm liquid pool in your mouth, and you have no problem swallowing it all. It’s worth it to not have to clean up the sheets later, especially since you just changed them.
When you’re certain he’s done you wipe your mouth and crawl up to where he is on the bed, pushing away the sweat slicked hair from his forehead. He’s a little woozy from the intensity of his orgasm, regardless Spencer tries to sit up but you push him back down.
“Settle down angel, I think you’re a bit wiped out for now.”
“But what about your orgasm?” His big eyes are still all wet and that doesn’t help his eyelashes from being more pronounced, how is he so pretty? Still, he looks on the verge of collapse.
“It’s alright, I’d rather just lay down with you if that’s alright.” You’re laying on your stomach now; chin rested on your hand so you can just admire his disheveled state. He even reaches out to squeeze your hand.
“Yeah, sure that’s fine. Uh- thank you though. I mean it.”
Humming in agreement, you reach over the edge of the bed to pull your shirt back on, then pull him closer so you can press a kiss onto the top of his head. Spencer scoots over towards you, using all his remaining energy to roll you onto your back so he can rest his head on your chest and the two of you exhale simultaneously. The night is soft and peaceful, you can hear the beeping of cars outside the apartment window, a faint barking from your neighbor’s dog next door, Spencer’s soft snores already, but the blend of everything lulls you to sleep.
Authors note: I lowk cringed a lot writing this, hopefully it's okay. I was actually super hungry writing this, not for cum, I really want some of that steak that Spencer made.
Tad bit of over sharing: I MIGHT have written this envisioning my gorgeous sweet angel boyfriend. Irl, I am a very prudish, virgin, literally homeschooled, young lady, but on EVERYTHING once I get my hands on that man, his pants are GONE.
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