Spencer reid using safeword during Sex One-shot? Bc I think it’s important to see that it’s ok if a man use it too❤️
Yes! There is so much yes going on in this prompt. Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!
“Are you sure about this?” you ask lowly into the crook of his neck before biting down with your teeth.
“Oooh, ah! Yes…yes, ma’am,” Spencer stutters.
“Tell me our safe word,” you command lowly as your hands slide up hastily underneath his shirt to twist and pinch his nipples.
You feel his legs shaking against yours as his head drops onto your shoulder.
“Cowbell,” he whispers.
“Good boy,” you smile as you slowly ease his shirt off of his head.
Pressing onto his chest as he sits on the corner of your bed, you drop to your knees as you slowly begin to work his belt buckle out from the loops of his pants.
His predatory stare was going to be fun to watch when he realized you were going to tie him down butt naked to your bed-posts.
Slowly slipping him out of his clothes gave him the illusion that he was still in control, and soon he was yanking you down on top of his body as he falls backwards onto your plush bed while his lips delve on top of yours.
But it gave you time to reach over for the ties, and soon his hands and feet were both bound to the bed.
“Men,” you leer as you slowly rise to your feet, “so pompous.”
Slowly walking around the bed as your fingertips trail against his skin, you watch as his dick slowly becomes erect, throbbing in front of your eyes with every cascade of your skin against his.
The mere fact that he couldn’t move or touch you was killing him.
“Y/N…” Spencer whimpers.
“Shut up,” you command, flickering your hot gaze up to him as he slowly licks his lips.
Oh, how you wanted to sit on those lips.
Actually…that was a good idea.
Slowly working out of your pants, you make a show of it as you turn around and shake your ass at him.
“Oooooh,” he groans as you hear the bed creak underneath him.
Tonight that mattress is gonna sing.
Crawling up as you place both knees by his head, you lower your pussy lips until your finely trimmed hairs tickle his nose.
You felt him nuzzle into them, and it made you lob your head back and sigh.
“Open wide,” you breathe.
Sitting down onto his plump lips as you feel his tongue breach your wet lips, you moan out as you rock back and forth on the three days worth of stubble you had told him to grown out.
You had to lean forward and brace yourself against your headboard in order to keep yourself upright.
Panting and sweating as Spencer laps up your essence, your sounds begin escaping your lips as you feel yourself reach your precipice, your body shaking as his body bucks and writhes underneath you, desperate to dig his fingertips into your hips as you drop off of the edge and moan his name into the darkened bedroom.
Your body dropped off to the side as Spencer’s face glistens with you.
“Please, Y/N…please let me touch you. Just-…just once,” he breathes heavily.
But the begging is exactly what you wanted.
“Not just yet, my little play toy,” you smirk up at the ceiling.
Reaching over onto your readied desk, you pull out a blindfold as you sit up on your knees.
“Now…close your eyes,” you say lowly.
As his eyes flutter shut, you place the blindfold down around his eyes as you look down lustfully to watch his eager, reddened dick twitch and begin to leak.
Eventually you would work your mouth around-
“Cowbell! Cowbell! Cowbell!”
Ripping yourself from your persona, you scurry off of him as you toss the blindfold to the side and rip the restraints from his hands.
Throwing yourself down to the end of the bed, you rip his feet free as he bolts upright, his body shaking, as his wide eyes begin to glisten over with tears.
You crawl quickly over to him as you situate yourself in between his legs and take his hands within yours.
“Breathe with me, Spencer. In…out…in…out…”
As his hiccuping chest slowly begins to match your rhythm, you lean in and kiss his stomach before you flutter your eyes up to his.
And he was looking down at you with sorrow in his eyes.
“Don’t be sorry,” you whisper before kissing him again to calm him down, “that’s what the word is for.”
“Guess I’m not ready for that yet,” he huffs as he tries to smile down at you.
But the smile was so sad, and you didn’t want him to be sad.
“It’s alright. We can try it again another time,” you smile.
“I’m so sorry,” he groans.
“Don’t be,” you urge.
And then…an idea struck you.
As your fingertips inch up to his still-erect cock, you wrap your hand around it as you glance up towards him for permission.
His eyes darkened very quickly as the same idea began rolling behind his eyes.
“May I?” you ask innocently.
“Oh, yes,” he whispers.
And as you wrap your lips around the tip of his leaking head, his hips bucking quickly into your mouth, you slowly feel him lay back down as a hand works its way through your hair.
And the lewd sounds from his mouth that filled the room made everything worthwhile.