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Stress Relief

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reid was on a long case, and the both of you had an horribly stressful day, Reid comes home to something he hadn’t expected..

Warnings: Smut 18+!! Minors DNI!!!!! Dom!Reid, Munch!Reid, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, overstimulation.

12:30 a.m.

Exhaustion, that's the word to describe the day you've been having. You're wide awake for more than one reason, one of them being the lack of your boyfriend who still hasn't arrived home, the other being your already awful day. All you wanted, all you needed was your boyfriend, your boyfriend who has been on a case for the past three days, a normal amount of time for their longer cases, but it's always too long without him.

His touch. One of the things you've needed from him the past three days, and he hadn't been able to give it to you. You ached, ached for him, everything about him. Not just his touch, no… that's too broad. You miss the way his fingers delve so perfectly into the curves of your body, how firm, yet gentle his grip on you.

His smell. The thing that makes you melt into him with such ease. He smells like Coffee, Cinnamon, and a long day's work. You devour that scent the minute it hits your nostrils, he smells like heaven, like safety, he smells like love. Home, he smells like home.

His way with his words. He knows how to use them to his advantage. Not in a cruel, sadistic manner, no… in a way that makes your heart swoon. He knows what he does to you, oh, how he knows. With each word that falls from his tounge, the more you need him, the more he pulls you right in. You simply cannot get enough of your boyfriend.

You're Addicted, to say the least.

He hasn't been home in three and a half days, his side of the bed has been empty. You've been empty, in more ways than one. You've been on edge the past three days, and you hadn't known why. He's been gone this long before, you two have been together for two years, you've delt with the loss of him before, you sure have. This time… it's different.

You're sexually frustrated, you simply cannot get him off your mind. The only thoughts filling your exhausted, tired mind are thoughts of your boyfriend absolutely destroying you from the inside out. You can't help it, it's too natural a feeling to stop. The two of yous dynamic has changed recently, not in a bad way, just… you aren't used to being without sex for three days, if that tells you anything.

You have no idea when he's going to be home, and you simply cannot wait for him much longer, you're already soaked just thinking about him, about him in you, about him praising you in your ear. He's got you addicted and he's not even home, he's miles away. Next thing you know your fingers snake their way into your pajama pants, and into your panties.

Shit, you needed this. Being without him is already punishment enough, let alone not being able to wind down like this. Your fingers collect your slick, moving it around. They make their way to your clit, as you circle it slowly. Your head throws itself back, whimpering your boyfriends name.

Your eyes lock shot, as you start moving your middle finger in, and out of yourself. As you speed up the pace, you add another one, stretching yourself out, imaging their your boyfriends long, miraculous fingers. “Spencer,” you moan out, unable to control your sounds. You don't seem to register that your boyfriend had made it home, and into the house.

He's now standing in the doorframe, watching you closely, and you don't even have a singular clue he's there, until he clears his throat, breaking you out of your haze.

You flush, removing your fingers from yourself, and facing away from him as he stood there still, not moving an inch. “I wasn't… interrupting something, was I?” he said, smirk prominent in his tone. You shook your head, too caught off guard to even speak, too embarrassed, too upset with yourself to even begin explaining yourself, at least not tonight.

“No?” he chuckled, “I’m fairly certain I was,” you whine, unable to form even a single word to say back to him. He made his way to the side of the bed in which you were lying. He took your chin in his hand and lifted it up at him, making you look at him. “I texted you twenty minutes ago that I was coming home, no answer. I figured that was strange since you usually respond in a timely manner. Now, now I see why.”

All you did was nod, not a single word even trying to come to mind. “Missed you…” you let out in a whine, looking back down once his grip on your chin has loosened. He chuckled, “Yeah? Missed me so much you had to touch yourself… couldn't wait three days for me?” you shook your head.

You looked up at him, “Needed you,” you pouted “Need you.” he smiled down at you, his hand leaving your chin, and to your head, rubbing your scalp with his thumb. “Bad day?” he asked, “Mhm, really, really bad…” he nodded “Mine too, princess.” your head tilted to the side, confused. “It was awfully stressful.” he said, responding to your gesture of confusion.

“Can I help?” you asked, wanting to help your boyfriend however you could. He nodded, “On your knees please, princess.” you fulfilled his ask in a heartbeat, your hands going straight to his belt, unbuckling it as fast as you possibly could. Once it was undone, so only after came his pants, until he was left in his boxers.

He was more than hard, he was more than prominent. He was throbbing. Pre-cum leaking through his black boxers, his dick was practically begging to be in your mouth. You slowly, slowly pulled them down, teasing him. Once they were off his dick was in your hands, pumping his dick slowly, as you watched his face contort you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together.

You could tell he was getting impatient for you, he needed your mouth wrapped around him just as much as you needing him hitting the back of your throat. You started to lick his tip, still teasing him. You wanted to take this slow, you were without him for three whole days. “Fuck, baby…” he said, grabbing a handfull of your hair, forcing himself down your throat inch by inch. You moaned around his dick, unable to hold yourself back.

Once you’d taken him into your mouth fully, you began bobbing your head back and forth slowly, feeling him hit the back of your throat over, and over. His low groans were music to your ears, they were words enough that you were doing good. He abrubtly stopped your movements by pulling himself out of your mouth.

Pre-cum was in the corners of your mouth, your mouth was agape, slobber leaving it due to the amount you'd produced just then. You looked up at him through glassy, puppy-dog eyes as you pouted. He groaned, “Fuck, princess… stop looking at me like that.” you whined “Stand up, c’mon. You know how much I'd love to cum in your mouth right now, but you need to be taken care of, too.”

Your legs almost went completely weak, he really, really has a way with words when he's with you like this. When you had first met him you would’ve never thought a man so proper, so intelligent, could speak with such lust such as he does.

You stumbled getting back up, his hands met your waist as he laid you back down on your shared bed, getting on top of you. His lips immediately met yours with a passion so unmatched, unlike he ever had before. He peppered kisses from your lips, to your cheek, down to your jawline, and down your neck, meeting your collarbone, his hands lie at your waist, lifting your shirt up slowly.

You bucked your hips, and raised your hands, allowing him to remove your shirt. You weren't wearing a bra, making this so, so much easier for him. One finger met your nipple, pinching it softly, while his mouth latched onto your other nipple, sucking it with such skill, and with such ease.

Your hips still bucked, your head thrown back into your pillow, eyes shut tight, feeling every single movement he made on your body. You felt every breath he took, “You’re gorgeous, baby…” he praised you softly, now peppering kisses down your stomach. “I missed you, missed you so much while I was gone, you know I missed you… didn't you?”

You whimper in response, unable to form words. His kisses stopped once he had made it to the waistband of your pajama pants, you bucked your hips at response, practically begging for him to take them off. Any other day he'd be mean, he'd make you beg for him to take them off, but he'd had too long a day, and he'd missed you too much to be so cruel.

His fingers dipped into the waistband, and moved them down you slowly, removing them so slow it felt like torture. Once they were off, he made his way to your more than soaked through panties, smirking to himself. You were a mess. You were his mess, and he was proud.

He removed your panties quick and easy, as he then spread your legs for you, exposing yourself to him. Your dripping cunt was begging for his touch, and that's just what he did. His mouth met your pussy the fasted it ever had. His tounge gathering up your slick, bringing it to your clit, which he teased with his tounge.

He licked and sucked with such mercy it was unrecognizable. Your hands moved down to his hair, forcing his mouth deeper into your pussy. His tounge moving in and out of you with such delicacy. Your legs shook around his head, your thighs squeezing the sides of his head, while your fingers dug into his long, curly hair, begging him for even more. He went back to sucking your clit, and brought his fingers to your entrance, entering his pointer and middle fingers into you, slowly moving them in and out.

You couldn't take this much longer, you were close, so, so close “I- I’m… close,” you gasped, breath uneven. He’d gone faster, his mouth leaving you, he looked up at you through hooded eyes, “Princess, let go for me… you got this. It's okay, let go, let me feel you cum on my fingers…” he practically begged you.

His thumb moved to your clit, rubbing it in fast, tight circles, smirking at you, eyes shut, gripping the sheets, whimpering his name. It didn't take long before you came on his fingers, it was just mere seconds later.

“There we go… that's it, princess. Good girl.” he praised, still pumping his fingers in and out of you, your legs shaking like crazy, your head thrown back even further, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. “Spence- Spencer… I- too much... can’t take it.” he smirked, “Yes you can, baby… I know you can. Look at you, taking my fingers so well.”

You were already close again, you felt the familiar knot return in your stomach. “Close-” he went even faster, “I know, my baby. C'mon, I wanna feel you cum around my fingers again, you've got this, sweetheart.” his words sending you over the edge yet again, you came. You tried to open your eyes, yet your vision was so fuzzy, you couldn't even make out much of anything.

He then removed his fingers from your now dripping cunt, putting them directly into his mouth, sucking them clean, knowing you were watching him. You whined at the sight, already feeling yourself needing him again.

You were so tired. He wore you out. You hadn't been worn out from just his fingers like that before, new record for him, I guess. Might not wanna tell him, though. Don't wanna let it get to his big, pretty brain.

He moved up to kiss you, it was soft, it was loving. It was like home. There he was. You smelt him, he smelt just like home, like love, and his mouth spoke to you in haikus, a poem with every kiss to your lips. This is what you missed, yes, you missed him destroying you, but what you missed even more was the feeling of him just being there, the feeling of comfort, safety, reassurance, the feeling of home.

“Hey, princess…” you hummed in response, “lets get you picked up so you can get some rest, alright?” you nodded. He chuckled, smiling “Good,” he said, picking you up and bringing you to the bathroom.

He sat you down on the toilet, getting a warm washcloth to wipe you off. He peppered kisses on your cheeks as he did, “I missed you like hell..” he said, still cleaning you up.

Once he had cleaned you up, and put a new set of pajamas on you, so you could sleep, he lied down next to you, pulling you in by your waist. “I love you.” he said, massaging your scalp, you giggled sleepily, nodding off to sleep “I- love you too.” he chuckled to himself, pulling you closer, “Goodnight, princess.”