Prompt: This picture
Spencer looked down at you, eyes half lidded. A small gasp escaped from his lips as you shimmied down his body.
“Y-Y/N, what, what are you d-doing.” He stuttered out, eyes never leaving your body.
Your hands roamed around his thighs, a proud smirk engrained on your features. Spencer nervously chewed on his bottom lip, anticipation bubbling within him.
You chuckled devilishly, making quick work of his belt buckle. His body language told you everything you needed to know, that was one good thing about being a profiler.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this Dr. Reid.” Your tone oozed arousal.
“W-We should, go back and and um tell the team.” His protest was clearly false, his voice reduced to a mere whisper.
“They, can wait Pretty Boy.” You insisted, head dipping forward, tongue poking out to lick from base to head.
The noise Spencer made was almost enough to push you over your own edge. It echoed throughout the abandoned house Hotch had sent you both to check out.
Your movements proceeded quickly, glancing up to look at his beautiful face. His eyes were screwed shut, mouth agape.
“O-Oh.” His fingers laced into your hair as he started to take control of your actions, bobbing your head back and forth furiously.
His body finally overridden with pleasure. His surrounding blurred as ecstasy started to blast through him very suddenly. A small yelp of your name along with a hard tug of your hair was enough for him. His chest heaving, this was all so unexpected, maybe that made it more exhilarating, he would never know… unless, there was a next time.