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ginime · 4 months

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6, 8, and 19 from the smut prompt list please !

6: Don’t act so innocent, I heard you.

8: I could make you feel better than that pathetic toy.

19: What do you mean you’ve never cum from sex?!

a/n: so this got way out of hand and im not sure how i feel about it! But i hope you all like it!!!

CW: Smut (penetrative sex, unprotected sex), ahhh spencer catches her masturbating,

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“Do you think men fake their orgasms, too?” You asked.

It was a Monday morning and you, JJ, Garcia, and Emily were having you daily gossip session. You sipped your coffee, explaining to them about the very disappointing hook-up you had this weekend.

“I’ve heard that some can!” Garcia explained as she popped another bite of croissant into her mouth.

“I just don’t get why they can't just make you cum first. It’s not that hard.” You groaned. The office was practically empty. Save for the genius who was reading in the corner. “I never get off when I have sex and it's so annoying.”

Emily practically spit out her coffee at that, “what do you mean you’ve never cum from sex?!”

I hushed her, not wanting any more attention on me than them, “exactly what I said. I fake it because either the sex sucks or they already got off and asked.”

“Oh you poor, sweet angel.” Garcia shook her head from her seat.

“But I really do want to know if men fake their orgasms.” Garcia looked around, no doubt looking for a man to ask. But the only man around was our resident genius and I prayed she wasn’t going to ask him.

Not only did you work with Reid, but he was also your neighbor and your crush. And your best friend. Your beds were against the same wall, so you heard him any time he had a woman over. And you’d were surprised to know that was often. It irritated you to no end, your jealous side unintentionally coming out any time you heard his headboard slam that wall. You knew a side to Reid that no one else did. And you desperately wanted to experience it for yourself.

“Reid,” she yelled, causing the brown eyed beauty to lift his head, “have you ever faked an orgasm?”

Spencer’s face scrunched up, confusion laced in his features, “No? That’s almost impossible to fake. But did you know 74% of women admit to faking an orgasm at some point in their lives? And 25% admit to faking them every time they have sex?” His eyes landed on you, “so it looks like you’re a part of the 25%, y/n.”

Your mouth hit the floor. The girls giggled, turning to face you. You’d expected Spencer’s eyes to drop back to his book, but they didn’t. Instead, they stayed locked with yours, a dark fire burning inside them. A fire you were begging to be burned by.

The day passed slow, the pile of paperwork on your desk dwindling slowly. You were distracted by the man who sat across from you. And you couldn’t stop thinking about him, about how you wanted his hands on your body. About how you wanted him to claim you, mark you as his. And by the time the day ended, you were only a quarter through the papers.

“Are we still on for movies tonight?” You’d forgotten about this plan. Every Monday you guys had a movie night, setting the tone for the week ahead. It was tradition.

“I, um, I…” your words died on your tongue as Spencer towered over your sitting frame. You cleared your throat and tried again, “Yes. 7:30 still work?”

Spencer smiled and you felt the air be sucked from your lungs, “sounds good. And it’s my turn to pay for dinner and your turn to pick the movie. So think about it!”

You collected you things, walking with Spencer to your car. Considering you were neighbors, it only made sense. The tension thick as you drove. You have never been so happy to be home in your entire life, practically sprinting out of the car.

“I’ll see you in an hour,” Spencer muttered as he walked to his door. You smiled before walking inside your home.

You shut the door, leaning on the wood as you took a deep breath. Your arousal making itself known to you. You ran your hands over your face, trying to get the dirty images of your best friend out of your head. But it wasn’t working. There was only one way to make it tonight bearable.

You stripped, throwing your clothes in your hamper before grabbing your favorite vibrator. You needed an orgasm and you needed it now. You laid on your bed, legs spread, and eyes closed. You ran your hand over your body, imagining they were Spencer’s as you palmed your breasts. And when you were ready, you turned on your vibrator. It roared to life with a low buzz as you held it on your clit.

You sighed as you moved it in slow circles. You couldn’t help but imagine Spencer between your legs, his tongue writing letters of lust on your swollen clit. His moans filling the room as he made you cum over and over again. You let out a low moan as you picture what he looked like when he came, his face twisting in pleasure as he empties himself inside you. The very idea took you over the edge faster than ever before.

You came with a low groan, “Fuck, Spencer.” You called as you rode out your orgasm.

“Yeah, baby?” Your eyes snapped open at the sound on Spencer’s smooth voice. Scrambling to cover yourself up with a blanket. Spencer just saw you not only naked, but coming with his name falling from your lips.

“S-spencer. Wh-what are you…”

A smirk crossed his face as he got closer, and it was hard to miss the large tent in his sweatpants. “Don’t act so innocent, I heard you. Wanted to come over and see if you needed any help.”

Your face was burning. You knew he could hear you, but you just didn’t think you’d been that loud.

“I- Spencer, I’m sorry.”

“For what?” His hand moved to your face, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. He leaned closer, his hands touching the skin that wasn’t covered with a blanket. He burned, ashes that were once skin being left in his wake. “I could make you feel better than that pathetic toy. And I know I can make you cum. Pathetic no ones made you cum.”

You decided to grow bold. If it was happening, you were going to take it all the way. You knew it would never be the same, but it didn’t matter. “Prove it.” You let the blanket drop, your bare body exposed to his starving eyes. And he didn’t hesitate, practically lunging at you to capture your lips in a bruising kiss.

He laid you back, moving between your legs while he kissed you. One of his hands roamed your body before settling on the hard peaks of your nipples. He twisted them in his fingers, earning a low groan to fall from your lips.

He kissed down your jaw and neck, placing little kisses all over your flawless skin. To him, you were beautiful, a woman hand made by God himself. He’d wanted to taste you for a while, to get lost in the feel of your body. And he was finally getting his chance.

He kissed over your collar bones, licking a line from the base of your neck to your sternum. Spencer moved to the swell of your breast, sucking little bruises into the skin and soothing it with his tongue. Your hand gripped his hair as your back arched into him. His brown orbs met yours and you were done for.

“So pretty. So fucking gorgeous.” Your heart was racing as he praised you before taking a nipple in his mouth. He sucked harshly, his teeth gently scraping the skin while his fingers played with the neglected one.

“Ah! Spencer.” He pulled back, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

“My name sounds so good coming from you.” He got back to work, swapping sides and repeating his actions. You tugged on his hair, a moan leaving his lips at the pain. And before you could mutter a single word, you came. Your back arching as moans flew from your mouth. Spencer pulled back one more, his smirk turning cocky.

“Did you just cum?”

“Y-yeah. I didn’t know I could do that.” Spencer let out a short laugh before saying, “I did.”

But he didn’t give you time to think about it as his lips were trailing down your tummy, stopping at your core for a moment. He took you in, licking his lips as he wrapped his arms around your legs.

“Spence, you don’t have to.” Guys were weird when it came to eating girls out. Another thing that bothered you. Spencer shot you a confused look, unwrapping himself and sitting up.

“Are you telling me guys don’t eat you out before they fuck you?”

You shook your head, “not usually.”

His eyes widened, shaking his head and getting back into position. He said nothing as he licked a stripe up your slit. “Stupid little boys you’re fucking with, y/n.” He kissed your clit, sucking lightly. It was heavenly, his tongue working magic. “Men eat pussy. And besides, you taste delicious so they’re missing out.” He went back to work, kissing, licking and sucking all the parts of you.

He was a genius and it didn’t surprise you that he was good at this. But you also knew that reading and applying are two totally separate things. But here he was, making you moan and thrash more than anyone ever has in your entire life. He felt like a dream.

“S-spencer. Fuck, you feel so good.” He moaned, the vibrations pushing you closer to the precipice. Your fingers pulled at his hair, your hips trying to buck but were unsuccessful due to Spencer’s grip. “Spence!”

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” his hand took the place of his mouth, pushing in two fingers and curling them. His thumb drew lazy circles as his thrusts get faster. “Cum for me, baby. Let me hear you for real instead of through this fucking wall.”

You came around him, your pussy squeezing his fingers hard. But he didn’t slow, continuing to help you through your orgasm. “So pretty when you cum for me.”

“Spence, please.” You needed him inside you, and you needed it now.

“Tell me what you need, baby. I’ll do anything for you, just ask.” Your heart skipped a beat at his confession. Because you felt the exact same way.

“Fuck me, please. I need it.” You panted.

Spencer climbed off you, removing his clothes. With every inch of skin he uncovered, your heart beat faster, and faster. He was truly the most beautiful human you’d ever seen and you couldn’t believe he wanted you.

“What’s got you so smiley, pretty girl?” He asked as he stripped his final layer. You let out a groan. It was sinful how even his cock was pretty.

“You’re just so pretty.” You muttered.

He was between your legs, one hand supporting your weight and the other lining himself up with your entrance. “Yeah? You think I’m pretty?” He ran his cock through your slit, coating himself in your wetness. “You ready, baby?”

You could do nothing but nod.

He pushed in slowly, letting you feel every inch of him before he bottomed out. Moans left the both of you in a chorus, unlike anything you’d ever heard before. He let you adjust for a moment. You rolled your hips, letting him know you were ready for him to move. And when he did? You could hardly contain yourself.

“Spencer. Fuck, spencer.” You gripped his shoulders, doing just about anything you could to keep yourself grounded. He filled you beautifully, hitting all of the spots that no one ever has before. And it wasn’t long before you felt the band tighten in your belly.

“You feel so good, princess. So warm and wet for me.” His hand moved from your hip to the side of your head, boxing you in. His weight on you felt amazing, the skin-to-skin contact just what you needed. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. His hand rested against your head, his thumb rubbing circles on your temple.

“I’ve had to listen, for years, to all the men who couldn’t satisfy you. Listening, shit, to your exaggerated moans, wishing it was me between your legs. Wishing I could show you what it feels like to – fuck – to be fucked right. Those men didn’t deserve you.” You clenched around him, loving the sound of his gravely voice in your ear.

“W-what took you so long.” You panted, a sarcastic smile forming on your lips. He answered with a deep thrust, his lips finding yours once more.

“I wasn’t sure you wanted me like that. Till I heard you moaning my name one night.”

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself, Spence?” Spencer lifted his head, his eyes looking into yours.

“Always. I think about how you would feel wrapped around me,” he gave a particularly hard thrust. “How beautiful you look when I’m the one pleasuring you.” His hand moved between the spot where your bodies met, circling your clit and taking you closer to the edge, “how beautiful you look coming around my cock.”

You snapped, throwing your head back and coming hard around him. “Ah! Fuck, Spencer. Fuck, shitshitshitshit!”

Spencer pulled out, jerking himself off until ropes of his cum coated your body. And when he was done, he laid beside you for a moment to catch his breath. You leaned over, reaching for his shirt and cleaning yourself off.

Spencer watched you, sitting up and grabbing his shirt from you, “I was going to do that, you know. A lady should never clean herself up.”

You blinked at him, “i- spencer I always clean myself up.” You let out a small giggle at his cluelessness. He clearly didn’t know how hook-up culture worked. But at the same time, you found it incredibly endearing. But as you got your pajamas on, you couldn’t ignore the elephant in the room.

Spencer spoke first, “what does crossing that line mean for us.”

You didn’t know how to answer that. The truth was, you didn’t want this to be a hook-up. You didn’t want to go back to listening to each others hookups. You wanted all of it. All of him.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, “I don’t want to listen to you fuck other girls, Spence.”

He pulled you between his legs, making you sit on his thigh and resting your head on his shoulder. His fingers played with your hair, “and I don’t want to listen to other men fuck you. I want all of you. The whole nine yards. I want dates and sleepovers. I want to hold your hand and cuddle you at night.” He rested his cheek on your head.

“So let’s do it.”

He pulled back, smiling down at you, “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Let’s do it, Spence.” His smile grew as he gripped your face, pulling you in for a crushing kiss. Nothing was going to be the same, and you honestly didn’t care one bit.

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ginime · 6 months

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The way I use the dating/hookup apps is once or twice a month I get desperate enough to open them and I say “PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DOES ANYONE WANT TO FUCK ME” and between 20 and 40 people say “YES!!!!” and then I close the apps for another month and nothing happens. Not sure what I’m doing wrong here

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ginime · 7 months

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Say Please (Chip)

Content Warning: NSFW, MINORS DNI. Gender Neutral Reader, oral sex (male receiving), begging Request: Giving Chip the attention he deserves ~~i.e. a well deserved blowjob💕~~

MASTERLIST

Chip isn’t used to the receiving aspect of sex. This is never more obvious to you than the first time you drop to your knees only for him to ask what you’re doing.

He isn’t used to being the one struggling to stand; the one with his hands knotted in your hair and his lungs struggling with full available air. But you decide then and there that he is going to get used to it if it’s the last thing you do.

You try to take your time with it, but the second your lips wrap around the tip of his dick, he is begging you for more.

“Please,” is the only word in his vocabulary besides your name, and he tries his hardest to wear them out. The further in you take him, the quieter he becomes until his mouth is falling open with silent praise and rumbling moans.

With eyes strained upwards, you try to watch him. You can see his head thrown back, the veins in his neck protruding and pounding. The same pulse that is pressed against your tongue.

He is so beautiful, whether he knows it or not. You want him to see it as you do, though. Even if it must be through the reflection of your own watery eyes.

When you start to choke, he finally looks down to find you again. He can’t bear to see you suffer, so he pulls back despite your resistance. He pulls because because of your resistance, that delicious feeling of you pulling him back in.

He watches himself disappear inside of you, and something changes in his demeanor. An epiphany, however brief, that you are not only willing, but eager to sacrifice your comfort, the air in your lungs and the thin skin of your knees, if it means that you can please him.

That is what he thinks of as he finally comes undone. He thinks of you, and the unconditional love and appreciation you share. In that freedom, one single act of selfishness, he holds you down against him as he finishes down your throat.

And you smile as you swallow because you know that one day, he won’t need to beg to know he deserves to be loved.

He’ll do it anyway, but only because he wants to.

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ginime · 8 months

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Rumoured Nights | S.R

This was written for the lovely and wonderful @foxy-eva milestone celebration. Congratulations love! 💕 I used the prompt - “someone has to unexpectedly share hotel room with their favourite coworker - who apparently really likes to cuddle.”

Set during 5.21 Exit Wounds - this ep just lends itself perfectly for a one bed fic.

Summary - a case in a small town in Alaska forces you and your favourite coworker into sharing a room and a bed. And according to Morgan, Spencer likes to cuddle.

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Category - smut NSFW Minors DNI

Warnings - one bed trope, friends to lovers, sex dream, cuddly Spencer, swearing, making out, Spencer is touch starved, canon compliant death, meddling BAU team, interruptions, fingering, handjobs, penetrative, protected sex.

WC - 7.5k (don’t ask me how, she’s wordy)

“I’m not sleeping with Reid.”

The comment was probably meant inoffensively, an off the cuff remark to make his coworkers laugh but instead only caused the youngest member of the team to blush furiously.

Spencer Reid shrunk down in the armchair, attempting to hide his embarrassment from the eyes of his fellow team members who now all looked upon him.

As far as he was aware, Morgan had never told the team what happened the one and only time they’d shared a room during a case. The confused looks being sent his way went to further that, thank god.

It happened a few years back when they’d been on a case in a town equally as small as Franklin, Alaska where they found themselves now. Like tonight, the BNB was small and they’d had to double up.

And Morgan had woken in the morning to find Spencer’s arms wrapped around him like he was the genius’s oversized teddy bear, and one of Spencer’s legs draped across him.

Morgan had pushed the younger man off of him and apparently Spencer hadn’t even so much as stirred. It wasn’t even until a while later Morgan had filled him in on what he’d subconsciously done in his sleep.

It was perfectly innocent. There was no more to it other than the fact that Spencer was painfully touch starved. He didn’t allow himself to dwell on how long exactly it had been since he’d had another warm body to share his bed with, but if he did he would be able to recite how long it had been down to the minute.

It was an involuntary reaction. His subconscious must have gravitated him towards the body in his bed and held them without thought to who it was. In his unconscious mind, it didn’t matter who it was, just that he needed the comfort of holding somebody.

He was glad Morgan hadn’t woken him because he would have been a hundred times more embarrassed if he had to remember his inappropriate middle of the night cuddle.

While he relented to his own mortification, the rest of the team silently paired off. Garcia was quick to place her hand on Morgan’s arm, nabbing him as her roomie before anyone else had the chance.

Hotch and Rossi exchanged a look of understanding and JJ smiled at Emily, the brunette nodding back at the blonde in response.

Spencer felt his stomach coiling into thick knots as he let his eyes glance across the room and land on you who had also noticed the non-verbal agreements taking place. You met his gaze and offered him a meek half-smile.

“Guess you’re with me, Doc.” You got to your feet, grabbing your bag off the floor.

You tried to hide the look of sheer delight from your eyes, tried to pretend that this wasn’t the best outcome to you. There had always been something about Spencer that you found magnetic, his brain intrigued you and he wasn’t at all hard on the eyes.

Through five years of working together you had kept your little crush underwraps, your poker face was second to none.

So you had to play it cool. You couldn’t show how utterly thrilled you were that the chips had fallen in your favour.

One by one the rest of the team stood with their bags and collected their room keys from the kindly innkeeper and headed towards the staircase.

You hung back for Spencer while he procured the key and with an awkward smile he followed you to the stairs.

“Good luck, mama.” Morgan smirked at you, clapping a hand down on your shoulder as you went to pass him by. “Pretty boy here is a secret cuddler.”

“Morgan!” Spencer’s voice pitched, around five octaves higher than his usual cadence.

“She’s gonna find out sooner or later, kid.” Morgan winked at the younger man, causing Spencer to turn beet red again.

You shook your head with a soft laugh, averting your eyes away from Derek and towards the bottom step.

“Uh, thanks for the heads up. Goodnight.” You started up the stairs, hearing Spencer following behind you.

You met him at the door to your room and stood aside so he could unlock it. Like the gentleman he was, he held it open for you to enter first.

It was you who first noticed the initial problem. When Spencer sidled up next to you a moment later he saw it too.

One bed. There was only one freaking bed.

“I’ll sleep on the floor.” He was quick to speak, dumping his go-bag on the dresser.

“You’ll put your back out.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not Rossi.” He scoffed, indignantly. “I’ll be fine.”

“Spencer, your knee still hasn’t properly healed. I cannot in good conscience let you sleep on the floor.”

“I’m fine,” he waved a dismissive hand. “I’ve been walking without my cane for months.”

“With a limp.” You clucked. “If it makes you uncomfortable to share a bed, let me sleep on the floor, please?”

“It is statistically improbable that I will let you sleep on the floor, Y/N.” He folded his arms across his chest in defiance.

“Fine,” you shrugged. “It’s one night, Spence. We can share a bed can’t we?”

For the third time in ten minutes, Spencer’s cheeks burned bright red with his embarrassment.

“I, uh, you see…” he swallowed. “Morgan wasn’t lying about the cuddling thing. We had to share a bed once on a case and apparently I cuddled up to him in my sleep.”

A smile tugged at your lips and you felt a little guilty given how mortified he looked. But honestly you thought it was incredibly adorable and plenty endearing.

Spencer was known for having an aversion to touch, always citing how many germs could be passed in a single handshake and how it was actually safer to kiss. So the thought of him hugging anyone made you smile, even if it was when he was asleep.

“I just so happen to not totally hate that idea.” You tried to encourage him, not wanting him to be embarrassed.

“Y-you don’t?” He stuttered with a frown.

“It’s cute.” You smiled.

“I think the word you’re looking for is pathetic.” He sighed. “Who knows it might have just been a one off anyway. If you’re lucky, I’ll leave you alone.”

Lucky? Some luck that would be.

You hid your expression from him, the one that desperately loved the idea of him snuggling up to you in his sleep. You pushed it down, simply offering him a nod.

You just might be disappointed if he didn’t cuddle you.

***

The two of you took turns in the bathroom, brushing your teeth and changing into your respective pyjamas. Usually you slept nude, or at the very least just in your panties, but thankfully you kept a pair of shorts and a tank top in your go-bag in case you ever found yourself in this position.

You were already in bed scrolling on your phone when Spencer stepped out of the bathroom. He wore a set of dark green flannel pyjama pants and a matching long sleeved top, buttoned right up to his neck. You smiled in amusement at him as he padded across the room.

“Why does it not surprise me one little bit that Doctor Spencer Reid even sleeps in a button down?” You giggled a little as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I get cold easily.” He shrugged, his back now to you. “And we are in Alaska.”

You didn’t reply, simply watched him as he slid his legs under the sheets, his mismatched socks still adorned on his feet, and laid his long, messy hair on the pillow. He kept his back to you and he reached out and switched off the lamp.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispered, tucking one hand beneath his pillow.

“Goodnight, Spence.” You smiled to yourself as you closed your eyes.

***

It was still dark out when you stirred in your sleep, eyes fluttering slightly as you pulled the duvet further up to your chin. You would have fallen straight back to sleep if it hadn’t been for the sensation of something heavily draped over your ribcage.

You were on your back, the ceiling staring back at you when you opened your eyes. It was then you realised there was something hard between your head and the pillow.

You looked to your side and blinked against the darkness, trying to adjust your vision. A messy head of hair was next to you on your pillow, so close you could feel the soft breath coming from parted lips tickling your face.

It was then you pieced together that the thing that was under your head and across your torso were one in the same: Spencer’s arms. One was tucked beneath you, holding you close to him while the other cautiously rested over you, just below your breasts.

His right leg was bent at the knee, slung over your bare thighs. His whole body was pressed up against your side and it was then you registered that something hard was digging into your left hip…

Oh, your eyes widened. Oh.

You looked back at the ceiling, body going rigid in Spencer’s arms. It certainly did not take someone with a genius level IQ to figure out what it was.

You tried to ignore it, willed yourself to go back to sleep and put it behind you. Maybe you were still asleep, perhaps this was just a really vivid dream. In the morning you would pretend it never happened, not wanting to embarrass the poor man.

But then the situation somehow grew even more awkward, if that were possible. Spencer nuzzled closer to you in his sleep, his face buried against your neck. His breathing started to grow frantic and his hold on you tightened.

And then he moaned.

Your stomach tightened at the delicious sound, equally trying to commit it to memory and forget it at the same time. But then it happened again, the sound deeper this time. There was no denying it was a moan of pleasure.

The third time he made the sound it was followed by the whimpered utterance of the word fuck.

And when his hips started to gesticulate, grinding his hardness against your hip, you had to do something.

“Spence?” You hissed, wriggling in his arms. “Spencer, wake up!”

His eyes shot open suddenly and he huffed out a breath. His eyes were hooded with his sleep, his plump lips parted in confusion.

For a few moments he just laid there, not registering his position or the bulge in his pyjama pants. He simply stared blankly at you.

“What happened?” He groaned sleepily. “Another body?”

“No….no. Not work.” You swallowed. “I uh, I don’t really know how to say this so I’m just gonna say it…I think you were having a sex dream.”

His eyes got really wide, really fast. As your words registered with him he also realised he was holding you, snuggled tightly against you. And at the same moment he also realised the part of his anatomy that had woken up long before his brain had.

And it was pressing right against your side.

He scrambled away from you suddenly, drawing all of his limbs close to his torso and burying his face into the pillow.

“Fuck,” he mumbled against the cushion. “Fuck, I am so unbelievably sorry. I’m going to…”

He trailed off and quickly rolled to the edge of the bed but you were faster and you managed to grab his arm before he made it out.

“Spence, it’s fine. These things happen. Let’s just go back to sleep and forget it ever happened.” You gently guided him back to the mattress and he flopped onto his back.

“This is somehow more humiliating than when I cuddled Morgan. At least then I didn’t have a, uh…yeah.” He shook his head, not willing to finish that sentence.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Spencer. You were dreaming, and apparently it was a very good dream.” You couldn’t help but laugh, trying to cast light on the situation and make him feel less uncomfortable.

It had the opposite effect.

“I really don’t see how this is funny. I’m lonely ok? I’m so painfully lonely that the only kind of physical contact I can get with a woman is in my sleep.” He blurted out, his brain not quite awake enough to stop the words coming out of his mouth.

The room fell silent. Spencer stared at the ceiling, you stared at the side of Spencer’s face.

It wasn’t exactly a surprise to hear. Spencer never talked about dating or anything of the sort and although Morgan had speculated he just kept his exploits quiet, you were never so sure.

Spencer was awkward and shy and had a hard time talking to anyone he didn’t know unless it was in statistics and facts.

So it didn’t surprise you to find this out, but it did surprise you that Spencer was offering that information out to you.

“I, uh…” you croaked.

“It’s ok, you don’t have to say anything. I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable. I’m sorry that I had a sex dream about you but in my defence I can’t control my-”

“Hold up,” you cut him off, leaning up on your elbow so you could look at him properly. “Did you say you were dreaming about me?”

His cheeks turned impossibly redder and he buried his face further into the pillow.

“I assumed you knew that part. I thought you said…'' he wracked his brain.

No, you didn’t tell him he’d said your name. He’d added that part, assumed that you knew who he’d been dreaming about. Fuck.

“You were dreaming about me.” You croaked, staring at what little of his face wasn’t covered by the pillow.

“Y-yes.” He whispered. “As if the situation wasn’t already awkward enough. I can just go and sleep in the bathtub or something. The lobby even.”

“Spence,” you gave his hair a gentle tug, trying to get him to look at you.

Reluctantly he lifted his head and his eyes were wide and guilt ridden, his bottom lip cushioned between his teeth.

“Yes?”

“Do you…have you…” you couldn’t seem to finish that trail of thought.

“Yes.” He clearly knew what you were trying to say. “It has happened before. More times than I care to admit right at this present moment.”

“Oh.” You swallowed thickly.

“So bathtub or lobby? How bad is this situation exactly? Does the bathroom put enough space between us or do I seriously need to leave the room entirely?”

“My preference would be that you don’t go anywhere.” You confessed, causing Spencer to frown. “I mean, unless it’s closer to me.”

“I…I’m not sure I understand.”

“Sure you do.” You smiled, shuffling closer to him when he wouldn’t move. “The real thing will be so much better than even your wildest dreams, Spence.”

An air of confidence washing over you, you finally got the chance to do something you’d been imagining for years and pressed your lips against his.

He whimpered at the contact, momentarily dumbfounded by what was happening. But he soon managed to snap himself out of it and quickly took hold of your face and parted your lips with his tongue.

As he deepened the kiss he rolled himself on top of you, already straining at the front of his flannel pants again. This time he was happy to roll his hips against you, really allowing you to feel him.

You gasped into his mouth and he swallowed the sound down into his lungs. He held your face with care but the kiss was all frantic tongues and the clashing of teeth.

It was years worth of pent up sexual tension for which neither of you had ever realised the other felt too, all spilling forth against the others lips.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, fingertips brushing beneath the hem of his pyjama shirt, he moaned into the kiss when your hands glided over his back, across his shoulder blades and back down his spine.

His own hands wandered at the same time his tongue hungrily explored every crevice of your mouth. His touch was featherlight down your biceps and forearms before falling towards your torso and following your lead, under the hem of your shirt.

His finger brushed delicately over the sides of your ribs, up and down and up and down the skin, his fingertips making a mental note of how every dip and curve felt beneath them.

His teeth grazed against your bottom lip before nibbling on it lightly and then pulling away. He sat back and looked down at you, your hands dislodging from under his shirt.

His pupils were blown out wide and his lips were puffy and red. His chest heaved his haggard breaths while he fought for air.

You smiled up at him, reaching for the top button of his pyjama shirt. He let your deft fingers do their work, popping each button in turn and moving lower and lower down his abdomen.

When the final button was undone he shucked the material off his shoulders and tossed it aside. His long curls hung around his face, framing him perfectly and you didn’t think anyone had ever looked as delicious as he did right now.

His own hands brushed under your tank top again, palm flush against your stomach for a moment or two before he hooked his fingers in the fabric and started drawing it upwards.

He let out a feral moan as he peeled the top away to reveal your bare breasts beneath. You helped him get it over your head and it soon joined Spencer’s shirt on the floor.

He was open mouth staring at you, not even trying to hide it. You rolled your eyes with a soft chuckle, reaching for him and pulling him close.

“What’s the matter, Doc?” You spoke as you kissed him again. “Never seen a pair of tits before?”

“None that magnificent, that's for certain.” He mumbled in reply.

“Flattery will get you everywhere Doctor Reid.” Your hands moved to cup his clothed ass.

“Fuck,” he hummed, rolling his hips against you. “Keep calling me Doctor Reid and it’ll be over before it begins.”

You laughed at the insinuation, wrapping your arms around him and expertly managing to flip you both over so his back was to the mattress and you were straddling his hips.

His hair splayed out against the pillow and from this angle you were able to get a good look at what the good doctor was hiding in his pants.

You involuntarily hissed at the sight and his eyes never left your chest. His hands were pawing at your hips, cloying at the fabric of your shorts.

You raised your eyes to his face and waited for him to meet your gaze. When he did you made a show of grinding down against his lap, his mouth falling open as a moan erupted from his lungs.

The friction caused by his pants rubbing against him was nice in a way but he would much rather a different kind of friction.

He reached for your neck, pulling you closer so your bare chests crashed together and he kissed you deeply.

You continued to grind against him, feeling his hard member between your legs and wishing for fewer clothes to be in the way.

But before you could think about helping him undress further, Spencer’s hungry fingers were trailing up your thigh and grazing beneath the leg of your shorts.

His hand wove higher, he could feel the heat emanating from your core. His fingertips lightly brushed against your pubic bone and you whined into his mouth.

“Is that what you want?” He spoke against your lips, his other hand gripping the back of your neck tightly.

“P-please…” you whimpered, nibbling on his lip and trying to move yourself closer to his waiting fingers.

Spencer chuckled almost darkly, brushing his fingers over the same spot.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this?” He whispered as your lips latched against his neck, sucking deep marks in his flesh.

“About as long as I have. Please Spencer, please for the love of god!”

The way you moaned so desperately for him made his head spin, no one had ever reacted like this for him.

He inched his fingers nearer to where you wanted them, but as he was about to give you everything you’d been waiting for, an ear piercing scream reverberated in the room.

You fell back as Spencer sat up, ears pricked and waiting in silence that now shrouded the room. Seconds passed that felt like hours until you both heard it again.

“Help! Somebody please help!”

“Is that…?” Spencer’s chest heaved in panic.

“Penelope!”

The two of you were suddenly out of bed and on your feet, scampering around to dress as quickly as possible. You threw a pair of jeans over your shorts, foregoing your tank top and tossing on a sweater instead before your coat.

Spencer grabbed his pyjama shirt and fought with the buttons whilst stuffing his feet inside his converse. He grabbed his jacket and scarf on his way to the door, before quickly doubling back and picking up his revolver.

You got your firearm as well, toeing on your boots as they two of you quickly dashed from the room. In the corridor you saw Morgan ahead of you, running towards the stairs.

“You heard it too?” You asked as you ran to catch him.

“You bet your ass I did.” Morgan hurried down the stairs with you in hot pursuit. “Pretty boy, wake the others. Y/N and I will check it out.”

Spencer nodded though no one was looking at him. He fell back, his hand holding the gun dropping to his side as he made his way back to the other rooms.

His head was still spinning, dizzy with the lust from previous moments ago. Maybe this was a sign to him not to cross that line with his friend. The line was blurred, sure, but not yet so much as it couldn’t be rectified.

All he could hope was that he hadn’t destroyed your friendship to the point of no return.

You followed Morgan hurriedly towards the front door of the inn, guns pointed in front of you. You could still feel an electric current pulsing through your veins from Spencer’s touch, your lips still tingled from his kiss.

You pushed it aside as a blast of frigid air hit you when Morgan opened the door and the two of you descended the front steps.

“Help! Someone help!” Cried Penelope off in the distance.

Morgan’s head whipped around almost three hundred and sixty degrees, eyes taking in the dark landscape to find what he was looking for.

“Over there!” He barked, nodding his head towards two silhouettes in the trees.

He quickened his pace, so did you.

You found Garcia on her knees on the ground over the dead body of a man. She had tears streaming down her cheeks, her mouth hung open.

“I…and he…and then…”

“It’s ok baby girl,” Morgan crouched down next to her, stuffing his gun in the back of his jeans and helping her to her feet.

You tucked your own gun away, leaning over the body and placing your index and middle finger to the side of his neck.

No pulse. You didn’t think it needed to be spoken out loud.

Garcia was sobbing, head buried against Morgan’s strong chest while he held her. The sound of crunching leaves alerted you to your company and you spun around to see the rest of the team running your way.

Hotch and Rossi still wore their usual daytime attire but JJ and Emily wore sweats under large coats. Spencer looked an absolute picture in his pyjamas, coat and scarf hanging limply from his neck.

He briefly made eye contact with you, but you broke it swiftly, glancing over at your boss who looked even more annoyed than usual.

“Get her inside.” Hotch spoke to Morgan. “Someone call the sheriff.”

Emily pulled her cell phone out and stepped away to make the call.

“He knew we were staying here. This was a big risk.” Rossi huffed, glancing at the faces around him and lingering a little longer on Spencer. “Kid, why do you look so flustered?”

Spencer’s eyes widened and you saw him swallow thickly. You looked away, focused on the body on the floor.

“I…” he squeaked, rolling his lip between his teeth. “I’m fine.”

And if anyone noticed his voice was several octaves higher than usual, they kindly didn’t say anything.

***

Over an hour later you all trudged back inside from the cold. The coroner had taken the body away and you would continue your investigation in the morning.

Penelope was fraught, never having seen a dead body in real life let alone having to witness someone die. Morgan tried to keep her calm but even he couldn’t bring her back from this spiral.

When she stormed upstairs you all watched her go. Morgan looked over at you, his eyes asking you questions before his words did.

“Can you…?”

“Yeah.” You nodded.

You moved past the others towards the stairs, you hadn’t so much as looked at Spencer in the last hour. He tried to make eye contact with you as you walked by but you kept your gaze forward.

Once you were up the stairs, Morgan sidled up to Spencer who was still watching you walk away.

“You gonna tell me why you’ve been looking like a lost puppy for the last hour?” He cocked an eyebrow at the younger man.

“What? I’m not! I’m…tired. I was sleeping when I heard Garcia.” Spencer averted his gaze.

“I hope that isn’t true.” Morgan scoffed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Spencer frowned looking back at him.

“It means,” JJ stepped forward, an amused smile on her lips. “We’ve all spent the last five years trying to get you and Y/N to see what the rest of us can see.”

“And what’s that?” He turned to JJ.

“Oh please.” Emily chuckled. “You think we don’t notice the tension between the two of you? Morgan’s been single handedly trying to get the two of you to bone for years.”

Spencer’s cheeks instantly turned red and he felt his chest tighten with his embarrassment.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He turned his back on them and headed for the stairs.

“Go get her lover boy.” Morgan called after him and they all fell about laughing while Spencer shrunk away.

He was at least glad you hadn’t been privy to that. But he didn’t relish the idea of seeing you right now, that would surely be one awkward encounter.

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You found Penelope pacing the length of her and Derek’s room, muttering under her breath frantically.

You cautiously entered, not wanting to startle her.

“I watched him die.” She spoke when she saw you. “I watched him take his last breath, Y/N.”

“I know.” You nodded slowly, coming close to your friend and placing your hands on her shoulders. “I can’t imagine how scary that was for you.”

“I just…” she whined a little. “When I was shot, all I could think was that if I die the last face I’m ever going to see is the man who killed me. I didn’t want that for him.”

“You’re too good for this world, Penny.” You squeezed her shoulders.

“I don’t know how I’m ever going to sleep again.” She pulled free of your hold and started pacing again. “Tell me something, anything. Something to distract me.”

“Uh…” you scratched the back of your head. “You did everything you could to help him?”

“No, not that. Not about this.” She quickened her pace, arms flailing about as she walked.

“Uh…I’m pretty sure after tonight you can get Morgan to spoon you. All you need to do is tell him how scared you were.” You tried again.

“As delicious as that sounds, I don’t think Kevin would be too pleased about that.” She was a blur of colour, like a rainbow flying through the sky. “Please Y/N, I need to think of something other than this horrible night.”

Goddamnit.

You had the exact thing she was looking for, the perfect piece of information to take her mind off of this.

Goddamnit, here goes nothing.

“I almost slept with Spencer tonight.” You blurted out before you could change your mind.

As expected she immediately stopped pacing, halting in her tracks and glaring wide eyed at you. Her mouth hung open like she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the right words.

You rolled your lip between your teeth, awkwardly waiting for her to say something. Slowly she stepped closer to you, eyebrows raising towards her hairline.

“You…and boy wonder?”

“Yes.”

“It’s about time!” She slapped your bicep and you growled at the impact. “Wait…did you say almost?”

“Yeah, we didn’t quite get that far.” You rubbed your arm from her assault.

“Why not?” She sounded incredulous.

“Because…the screaming? The cries for help?” You huffed.

“I…I ruined your first time with Reid?” She gasped. “No, no that won’t do. You are going to march back to your room and resume all previous activities. Right now.”

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen.” You shook your head.

“Why?”

“It was a dumb idea, Pen. We’re friends, we work together.” You sighed deeply.

“Friends who are utterly infatuated with one another and have been for the past five years.” She clucked.

“Guess my poker face isn’t as good as I thought it was.”

“It is not. You make heart eyes at him every time he walks into a room. And he’s just as bad!” Garcia sounded exasperated. “Go to him. Finish what you started. For the love of all things pink and sparkly.”

“Penny, I love you but it’s not gonna happen.” You shrugged. “I’m not ruining one of my closest friendships for one night of passion.”

“Ok…I do not like thinking of boy genius and the word passion in the same sentence.” She pulled a face. “That’s like thinking of my brother…gross.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way her body shuddered at the thought. You were pleased at least you had managed to get her to calm down.

“You gonna be ok if I go?” You smiled at her.

“Morgan will probably be up soon, I’m sure he can protect me.” She smiled back. “Just let him down gently ok? Reid is fragile.”

You rolled your eyes, backing away to the door.

“Goodnight, Penelope.” You blew her a kiss as you opened the door and stepped out into the corridor.

Across the hall your own door loomed. Your chest tightened as you pushed forward, hoping Spencer may already be asleep so as to avoid an awkward conversation.

But you knew he wouldn’t be and that was confirmed when you entered your room and found him sitting on the edge of the bed as if waiting for you.

He looked up from where he’d been staring at his lap when he heard the door close. He pushed himself to his feet, his jaw set tightly.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” He blurted out suddenly.

“Me either.” You agreed, stepping closer to him as you got out of your jacket.

You unsheathed your firearm and laid it on the dresser next to Spencer’s.

“But uh…” he frowned, fighting an internal battle with his own thoughts. “Friendships are overrated right? I have plenty of friends…”

“Way too many friends.” You smiled and nodded as he reached for you, large hands cupping your face.

“I don’t want to be your friend.” He whispered and then proceeded to crash your lips together.

You immediately parted your lips and his tongue slid inside of your mouth while he pulled you back to the bed. You both fell to the mattress, you on top of him while never breaking the kiss.

He didn’t want to waste a second, didn’t want to risk being pulled away from you again and so his hands quickly found the hem of your sweater and helped you out of it.

You got his buttons undone and he guided you with a hand on your back, down to the mattress. He slipped the garment off of his shoulders and rolled himself on top of you, kissing you again.

His hands wandered down your torso to the button of your jeans. His lips trailed to your neck and brushed along your collarbones.

They moved lower, down to your right breast where he placed kisses on the swell of it before moving on and taking your hard nipple in his mouth.

You moaned and bucked your hips to meet his erection in his pyjama pants. He popped the button on your jeans and you helped him shimmy them down your legs.

When his lips moved to your neglected breast, you reached out and blindly groped him through his pants. He grinded against your hand, moaning around your nipple.

His large hand glided back across the plains of your stomach before inching lower. His fingertips brushed over the waistband of your panties before disappearing beneath the fabric.

His index finger located your clit and pressed firmly against it, another moan erupting from your chest. He pulled back from your nipple and looked down at you with a sinful smirk.

He started rubbing deft circles between your legs, his nimble finger a thing of magic. Wanting to return the favour, your own hand slipped inside of his pants and you grasped the base of his cock in your hand.

He moaned deeply, his finger working more frantically as you started to stroke him. He met your gaze, his lips parted and soft moans escaping between them.

“F-fuck.” He stuttered, moving his finger from your clit and running it through your folds, collecting your arousal on his digit.

His middle finger joined his index and pressed against your entrance. You increased your movement on his shaft as he pushed them slowly inside of you.

“Jesus Christ.” You muttered as you clenched around him. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Why the fuck have we never done this before?” He whined, pushing his fingers as deeply inside of you as he possibly could.

You whimpered, bucking your hips against him as he moved in and out of you hurriedly and your strokes of his member were becoming frantic.

His head was already leaking with pre-cum and you swiped your thumb through it causing an animalistic growl to leave Spencer’s mouth.

It was too much and not enough all at once. You needed more, you needed everything.

His fingers slammed into you roughly, the sounds of your slickness filling the room. You twisted your fist as it moved up and down his cock and he was snapping his hips back and forth, practically fucking your hand.

“Fuck…I don’t suppose you have a condom?” You panted, desperate to feel more of him.

“Uh, embarrassingly yes I do.” He nodded, his cheeks flushing a little.

“Why is that embarrassing?” You slowed your pace and Spencer slowly removed his fingers from inside of you.

“It seems…presumptuous? It wasn’t like…I didn’t think…it’s not like that I swear. It’s, uh, a long story.” He stood up, locating his wallet on the dresser and unsheathing the small golden foil packet from inside.

“I believe you, Doc.” You smiled at him as you shimmed out of your panties.

Spencer’s mouth fell open at the sight of you laid bare for him. His hands started to tremble as he moved them to the waistband of his flannel pants.

He wouldn’t look at you as he pulled them over his hips, down his legs and kicked them off of his feet.

When he did look back at you, you were staring right at his crotch.

Your chest heaved with frantic breaths and you were rolling your lip between your teeth.

“Good god, Reid.” You smirked. “I need you like yesterday.”

He shuddered at the desperation in your voice and shakily ripped the condom wrapper over. He moved closer to the bed again, holding the base of his shaft in one hand and rolling the rubber over his tip with the other.

You spread your legs for him, welcoming him between them and wrapping them around his waist. He leant on his hands either side of your head, the veins in his arms pulsing as he held his weight above you.

He eyed your face, an almost delicate smile on his lips and you weren’t sure what it meant.

“What is it?” You asked him, reaching up to tuck his long hair behind his ears.

“You’re sure about this?” He asked softly.

“Very. Aren’t you?”

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He breathed. “But I really don’t want things to change between us.”

“Spence,” you brushed your knuckles across his cheek. “Things have already changed between us. But not in a bad way.”

Linking your hands at the base of his neck you drew him close for a kiss. He moaned into your lips and you felt him finally pressing between your legs.

He held his shaft again and guided him where he needed to be, his blunt head penetrating you, stretching you to accommodate him.

He slowly sank into you, a long and shaky breath leaving his lungs. Inch by inch he ebbed deeper, your walls fluttering against him as your body made room for him.

When he bottomed out he stilled, glancing between your bodies at where he was now sheathed inside of you. The look on his face was pure bliss, as though nothing in the world had ever felt this good to him.

He lowered himself onto his forearms as he drew his hips backwards painfully slowly. But then he surprised you by roughly thrusting back into you.

After that there was no holding him back, like a man possessed he started fucking you hard and fast into the mattress.

He pounded against your cervix with each thrust, kissing you with a newfound ferocity. The room was encompassed by the sound of skin slapping against skin and your moans which were being swallowed by the other's mouth.

He already knew he wouldn’t last long, but that was ok. He didn’t plan on this being the only time he fucked you tonight.

It was completely unexpected, out of the blue for the mild mannered doctor to be such a stallion. But it was electrifying, dizzying, the way in which he pounded into you like his life depended on it yet kissed with such gentle passion.

Resting all of his weight on one arm, his other hand manoeuvred between your sweat slicked bodies and his finger pressed deftly against your clit again.

He started rubbing intricate circles on your bud, hips still snapping back and forth, stretching your walls around his length.

He had a few beads of sweat trickling down his forehead which was scrunched up much like his nose was.

His chest was flushed beet red and his left arm which was holding him up shook with the exertion.

Your legs tightened around his waist, walls clenching around his cock. A combination of his rough thrusts and ministrations on your clit we’re bringing you rapidly spiralling towards your orgasm.

You assumed by the look in his face that he was close too and by the way in which he started to lose his rhythm a little, his thrusts becoming a little frantic.

You drew him in for another kiss. It was slightly messy, teeth clashing together and tongues fighting their way into the other's mouth.

He moaned deeply against your lips, his finger now rubbing against you rampantly.

“I’m s-so close.” He mumbled. “Can’t…don’t think I can…”

“Me too.” You agreed as you felt the tightening in the pit of your stomach. “Don’t stop. So close, don’t stop!”

And he didn’t.

The pressure was building and between his cock burying deep inside of you and his finger never letting up on your clit, you teetered on the brink.

And then as if a volcano erupted, you reached your peak, moaning into Spencer’s mouth as your body convulsed beneath him.

He felt you clenching around him as you came, causing a pressure to shoot through his member. He thrust deep one last time and whimpered as he felt the come shooting from his head in ropes, filling the condom.

His hips continued to buck lazily as if he simply couldn’t get enough of this feeling. His hand fell from its spot between your legs and he collapsed on top of you, panting and sweat slicked.

You could feel his heavy breaths as his chest moved against yours, could feel his heart erratically beating at his rib cage.

He nuzzled his face into your neck, his breath fanning across your skin. His hips were still rolling, grinding against you not ready to stop despite how worn out he was.

You stroked his cheek and moved your head so you could kiss him sleepily. He mumbled something incoherent against your lips.

Eventually his movements stilled briefly before he cautiously pulled out of you. He rolled onto his back and peeled the condom from his softening member, tying a knot in the end and tossing it lazily in the general direction of the trash can.

He shuffled a little, his arm finding his way beneath your head how you’d found it when you woke up in the night.

You curled into him, resting your head on his chest and listening to the still slightly erratic beating of his heart.

“I never like being friends anyway.” He mumbled, making you giggle.

“Me either.” You slung your arm around his waist. “Whatever this is, it’s so much better.”

He placed a kiss of agreement in your hair and snuggled closer to you as his eyes fluttered closed.

He decided, as he drifted off to sleep, being a secret sleep cuddler maybe wasn’t so bad after all.

***

Down the hall, Morgan flopped on the armchair in his and Penelope’s room, eyeing the blonde as she stared at her laptop screen.

“What a night huh?” He ran his hand over his head.

“Yah huh.” She nodded, bouncing a little in the bed as she did so.

“You seem oddly chipper. Y/N manage to take your mind off of things?” He cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Something like that.” A small smirk played at the corner of her mouth.

Derek sat up straight, scrutinising her curiously.

“Spill.”

“What?” Her eyes snapped away from the screen and over at Morgan. The guilt was written all over her face.

“You think I don’t know when you’re hiding something, baby girl? Spill.” He sat forward, leaning his elbows on his thighs.

Penelope huffed out a breath, chewing on her bottom lip.

“Promise not to tell anyone?”

“I promise.” He frowned.

“I think…I think Y/N and Spencer might be…you know.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Morgan’s eyes widened as he stared at her.

“No way.”

“Yes way. Apparently they almost and then, you know, everything happened. But I’m hoping that they picked up where they left off.” She was grinning from ear to ear and it must have been contagious because a smile broke out on Morgan’s face too.

“My man.” He smiled brightly, a glint of something in his eyes.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“I too know when you’re hiding something Derek. Now you spill.” Garcia eyed him up, Morgan’s smile only grew.

“I’m just happy is all,” he beamed in amusement. “And I’m really glad I made up that story about him cuddling up to me in his sleep now.”

“You did what?” Garcia gasped, wide eyed.

“It started as a prank, just to wind him up a bit, embarrass him. And I thought if I brought it up tonight it would put ideas in his subconscious. Guess it worked.” Derek looked exceedingly pleased with himself.

“Derek Morgan, you are evil! Pure evil.” Penelope cackled, shaking her head at her chocolate thunder and his mischievous ways.

“I was just giving him a nudge in the right direction, he needs all the help he can get.” He grinned happily, pushing himself up and sighing wistfully.

“True, I love Reid and Y/N but they are so oblivious sometimes.” Garcia shut her laptop screen and laid back against the pillows.

Her eyes closed and as such she didn’t see the playful look spread to his eyes as his smile somehow grew, encompassing his entire face.

“And with any luck,” Morgan shuffled to the bed made up on the floor. “Pretty boy still had that condom I gave him.”

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Emily: I love it when they draw a carrot on top of a carrot cake just to remind you that this ain't no ordinary fuckin cake you're dealing with.

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THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY s1e01 «summer house» // s2e07 «love affair»

#tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #belly conklin #team bonrad

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(affirming myself in the mirror) if that fictional man was real he would fuck you. He would fuck you. You're his exact type. If he saw you he'd get a boner instantly. He would fuck you he would fu

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Would Reid:

A) say wildly insightful and philosophical things

B) babble incoherent nonsense

or C) Matthew straight up ignores Spencer’s personality and just behaves like himself the whole time

#spencer reid #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #derek morgan #david rossi #jennifer jareau #aaron hotchner #matthew gray gubler

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“All you have to do is ask.” Chapter 3 - [Reid x Reader]

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Summary: Dr. Spencer Reid and Reader continue their conversation at his apartment. Reader explains some of her rules and realizes just how quickly she’ll break them for our pretty boy.

Pairing: Spencer Reid / (Female) Reader

Rating: Mature (this one has smut, y’all.)

Word Count: 4.2k for Chapter 3

Content Warnings: BDSM themes, femdom themes, oral sex (male receiving), face fucking, vaginal fingering. Just smutty smut.

A/n: Thank you so much for sticking with me, my darlings. I’ve only been writing on this account for 5 days and the love I’ve received is overwhelming. As promised, here is chapter 3, which is filled with sexual tension and Spencer Reid smut, a day earlier than promised.

y/n = your name. y/l/n = your last name. italicized texts are Reader’s thoughts.

– Chapter 3: Do you kiss your submissives?”–

Spencer Reid’s apartment was exactly what I expected. The only clutter in the whole place were his books, which were overflowing from everywhere. I didn’t see a TV or any sort of modern technology besides a phone line. The walls were a dark green, the windows on the far wall were huge, offering amazing natural light, I was sure.

He placed his bag by the door before he moved into the apartment. “D-do you want anything, Y/n?”

“I’m fine, Doc.” I moved to sit down on his couch before patting the cushion beside me. He moved to the couch quickly, briefly debating if he should sit where I had indicated or sit further from me. “C’mon, Doc. I’ll only bite if you ask me to.” I tried to say it like it was a joke. It wasn’t, but I’m not sure if Spencer knew that.

He sat beside me, his back ramrod straight, his knees together, fingers drumming nervously against his thighs.

“Well, you’ve got me right where you want me, Doc. Ask away,” I said lightly.

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New fic in progress

When you start off writing post-prison dom!Spencer Reid smut, but it turns into heartbreaking traumatized Spencer fluff.

How it started:

“No holding back. Go as hard as you need to.”Spencer’s eyes are wild and desperate, but yet again he hesitates. “Use. Me. Use me to forget.”

vs How it’s going:

“I…You don’t know what I had to do in there.”

“I know you, Spencer.”

“No, you don’t. You can’t. I don’t even know who I am anymore.” Now tears are spilling over his cheeks.

“You’re the one that told me that people change over time, but at our core we essentially stay the same.”

“Well, technically,” He can’t help himself from starting to share a random statistic. Which is something that you love to see him do. “While some personality traits are relatively stable over…” He trails off and looks down at his lap.

You smile softly and lean into him. Nuzzling into the side of his neck. “You’re a good man Spencer. You always have been and always will be.”

#spencer reid x reader #dom!spencer #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fluff #work in progress #postprison!spencer #fic wip #fluffy smut

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When I see Matthew Gray Gubler:

All I want to do is say hi and give him a big hug

When I see Spencer Reid/Chip Taylor/Franklin/Wes:

I want his hands all over me while we kiss before I get on my knees and suck him dry…

#dr spencer reid #chip taylor #beginners luck Franklin #dollface Wes #mgg imagine #matthew gray gubler #spencer reid imagine

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Just A Towel

Warnings: smut! blowjob! Length: 615 Authors Note: thank @pastanest for this! i sent her a small blurb of this and decided to make it longer uwu

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Criminal Minds - 6x06 Devil’s Night “Samhain”

Who tf let Spencer Reid, the genius who reads multiple languages, and Matthew Gray Gubler, who loves Halloween, mispronounce SAMHAIN???

I am going to kill someone over this mistake and Spencer is gonna have to handcuff me for not so sexy reasons.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #samhain #wheel of the year #mispronunciation pet peeve

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ginime · 11 months

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Sooo good

Paging Dr. Reid

18+

Summary: After being shot once again, Spencer invites the doctor who patched him up over for drinks... she ends up inside him all over again.

warnings: gun violence switch reader and spencer, age difference (9 years), pegging, rimming, oral (female receiving) strap-ons, sex toys, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex (both of them get fucked in this btw)

Word Count: 4.1K

a/n: i've been working on this for Months™ i'm so glad it's finally finished!

Y/N was the best trauma surgeon in all of Bethesda General Hospital. Having blown through medical school by the time she was 18, spending the last 10 years mastering her craft.

“Derek just called me, his buddy from the FBI’s been shot and we need the best hands on deck,” Savannah rushed through the sentence as she ran up to Y/N.

“Tell me what OR and I’m there,” she said, getting cut off by the sound of EMTs rushing him in.

“38-year-old GSW to the lower abdomen, massive blood loss but we’ve managed to slow the bleeding.”

“Follow me,” Y/N instructed, taking hold of the gurney and rushing him to OR 4. Her lucky OR.

The surgery was rough. A bullet had struck him in the side, avoiding his kidneys, pancreas and barely fucking up his intestines— but still entering and exiting his body in one clean motion. She took her time, making sure to patch him up to the best of her ability to leave minimal scarring on his tummy one day.

She didn’t know anything more about him till he woke up the next day and asked to meet ‘the doctor who saved his life,’ just a tad overdramatic but she thought it was cute. So she made her way to the agent’s recovery room.

She knocked on the door lightly, a pretty blond woman was sitting with him when she arrived. “Hi, agent Reid? I heard you were asking for me?”

“I’ll see you later Spence,” the woman smiled at him softly before squeezing past Y/N in the doorway.

“Doctor, but you can just call me Spencer,” he welcomed her into the room. “I wanted to thank you.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” she assured him. “It’s not every day I get to add ‘saved a fellow genius,’ to my resume.”

“Fellow?” she was met with an inquisitive stare.

She sighed lightly, giving herself away when she was trying to be modest about it at work. “You know who Doogie Howser is right?”

“The doctor from the television show who graduated medical school at 15?”

“That’s the one,” she laughed. “I finished high school at 13 and medical school at 20.”

“You got a medical degree in that time I managed to get 3 PhDs,” he politely bragged.

She smiled, feeling like she might have found someone on her level for the first time in years. It was just the large age gap that made it feel wrong, not even the fact that she was the one inside his body a few hours ago, sewing him back together.

“This might be inappropriate, but would you like to get a drink when you’re all healed up?” She took her shot.

His face lit up, he tried to sit up a little bit more before wincing a little. Sending Y/N hands flying to his side as she pressed on his bandages lightly. Shushing him as he winced.

“Yes please,” he said. Their faces were so close together as she held him in her reflexes.

She was lost in his eyes, his hand over hers on the side of his chest while they looked at each other. He looked like she took his breath away, but she knew it was all from the pain in his side and the fact he declined pain medication.

She backed up slowly, blushing slightly as his hand lingered on hers. “Try not to move so suddenly for the first few days.”

“Makes sense,” he smiled at her. “Can I have your number so we can get that drink you mentioned?”

“Of course,” she nodded feverishly. She took her pen and a business card out of her doctor’s coat, writing down the 10 digit number and placing it back in his hand.

“I’ll leave you to your recovery, doctor Reid,” she made sure to correct herself.

“Thank you again, doctor Y/L/N,” he waved.

—

12 weeks went by and she heard nothing from Spencer. She knew her exact words were ‘when you’re all healed up,’ she just didn’t expect him to take it so literally. He was either waiting till he was fully healthy, or he just didn’t want to talk to her again. Either way, she hasn't been able to stop thinking about him.

She thought they had a real moment. His big chocolate puppy dog eyes made her feel so safe and calm at that moment she wished she could live there forever.

“Earth to Y/N,” Savannah waved her hand in front of her face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she cleared her throat. “Actually no, would you tell Derek I have a message for Doctor Reid if he ever decides to actually call me?”

Savannah looked surprised, “okay, I see you.” She teased her. “Derek’s going to love this.”

Apparently, Derek and Spencer were very close, close enough that Savanah agreed to name her son Hank Spencer Morgan. Her opinion of him mattered a lot to Y/N. Savanah was her best friend at work, the only one who didn’t seem to put her career above people’s feelings.

By the time she was back in her apartment for the night, an unknown number started blowing up her phone.

“Well, well, well,” she took a leap of faith and teased the caller in hopes it was Spencer.

“Hi.” She heard his sweet voice finally. “I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner, I thought I imagined a hot doctor was hitting on me because of the anesthesia.” He apologized with brutal honesty.

He made her laugh, “guess again, handsome.”

“If you’d still like that drink, I’m making pasta and I have a new bottle of wine you could help me break into?” He offered.

“Is this a date Doctor Reid?” She blushed.

“The first of many I hope,” she could hear his smile on his voice.

“Text me the address, I’ll be there in an hour,” she said before hanging up. Rushing to her bathroom to start the shower.

—

She got all dolled up just to sit in an older man’s apartment. Legs shaved, new underwear she’s been dying to break out, the best bra she owns and a dress to cover it all. She was excited to see his reaction, yet her leg wouldn’t stop bouncing the entire Uber ride to his place.

His apartment building was nice, well taken care of and surprisingly larger than it looked from the outside. She eventually found his door, knocking 3 times and trying her best to look calm.

“Wow,” he was blown away by her the moment he opened the door.

“I could’ve shown up naked and it would still be better than my ugly blue scrubs,” she nervously laughed as she was ushered into his apartment.

He laughed, “that would’ve been interesting for sure.”

His apartment smelled amazing, she followed her nose to the kitchen where he was making, homemade and absolutely authentic, Italian Carbonara.

“It smells fantastic,” she complimented him. Picking up a wooden spatula and lightly moving the onions and pancetta around so it wouldn’t burn on him.

“Thanks,” he let out a deep sigh, “I did my absolute best to copy my coworker’s recipe.

Her heart swooned. He really cared about impressing her, “is there anything I can do to help?” She offered.

“Nope, if you want to sit at the counter here, I can open that bottle of wine?” He suggested.

“I’d love to,” she said. Walking around his kitchen counter island to sit on the stool.

He set out placemats and fancy napkins, there were candles lit all around the room as soft piano music carried through the room from a nearby record player. It felt like she slipped back to the 60s, and this man was trying to woo her.

It was working, if he wasn’t already smart and sexy this would have been the main selling point. He made her realize just how much she had been settling for decent men in the past when perfection was only a few blocks away.

“So, how long have you known Savannah?” Spencer asked as he began to unscrew the wine.

“We were surgical interns together, we’re actually the only two from our year to be hired on as residents in the ER,” She subtly bragged. For once she didn’t feel like it would scare him off or wound his ego like it would with most men she knew.

“So, you’re almost 30 now?” He asked lightly, not wanting to offend her but also not wanting to break any laws.

She laughed, “just turned 29 in January.”

“Good, 29 was a great year for me,” he added before popping the cork out of the wine bottle.

He poured her a decent-sized glass and passed it over to her. “Thank you. You know, I would never have thought you were 38 but the EMTs wouldn’t lie to me.”

“No they wouldn’t,” he smiled into his sip of wine. “9 years isn’t a huge difference.”

“My intelligence probably makes up for the age difference,” she teasingly tossed her hair over her shoulder.

“In my line of work, if a man told you that you were smart for your age I’d tell you to run,” he was completely serious.

“You catch serial killers, don’t you? I know Derek stopped, but you didn’t right?”

He shook his head as he put his focus back into the pasta. “Not currently, I’m on a mandatory stress leave right now.”

“From getting shot?” She asked softly. Watching him carefully mix all the ingredients together in a bowl.

“Partly,” he lifted the pasta from the bowl with 2 of the wooden spatulas, dividing it into two plates that he set on their placemats.

He sat beside her now, watching her delicately swirl the pasta with her fork. Not wasting a second before digging in. “Sorry,” she covered her mouth. “I worked a 10-hour shift today, I’m starving.”

“Dig in,” he enthused. Copying her and taking a bite.

“So what did you do that made them put you on leave?” She asked.

“I went to prison,” he awkwardly smiled as she choked on her wine.

“Seriously?”

He nodded silently, “I was framed by a hitman that I had a hand in capturing, it was only 3 months but the trauma was enough to have my boss set new boundaries for me at work. One of which being that for every 90 days that I work, I have to take 30 days off.”

“Makes sense, your mental health is as important as your physical health. I try to take time off as much as I can for my own sanity.”

“What do you do for stress relief,” he asked out of pure curiosity. Sounding like he was desperate for a new trick.

“I masturbate,” it was his turn to choke on the wine. “What? I thought we were being completely honest with each other?”

“Yeah, no, I mean yes honesty is great,” he stumbled over his wording. “Going to prison is a big thing to just drop on a first date.”

“Dude,” she looked at him softly. “I’ve already been inside you, is this really only the first date?” She teased him.

“Normally I don’t let a woman inside me until I get to know her a little bit,” he replied. Teasing her right back.

She felt her body temperature change, he was trying to get her all flustered and it was working. Something about him made her feel like a horny teenage boy. “We’ll see about that.”

—

They continued sharing their life stories as honestly as they could. She found out about his drug use, his dead girlfriend and his mother’s health issues in a very short time span. Sharing back that her parents passed away when she was young. Explaining that if it wasn’t for Savannah, she might’ve really lost herself to depression after med school only to be met with the nicest response from Spencer.

He was lovely, the most perfect gentleman and host she could have asked for. She helped him with the dishes, asking him with complete sincerity if he was over his dead girlfriend.

“Honestly, I don’t think I truly knew her enough to miss her as much as I do,” he explained. “I was so obsessed with the idea of loving someone I didn’t actually appreciate the time I had with her.”

“So you haven’t been with anyone since?”

He set the last plate in the dry side of the sink, letting the water go before drying off his hands. “I’ve tried.”

“No one felt right?” She pried.

He watched her dry the last plate and place it in his cabinet. She moved so smoothly in his space it was like she had been there a million times. “Then I got shot.”

She couldn’t help herself from smiling, feeling just a little bad that he needed to literally get shot for them to meet. “Would’ve been so awkward if you died,” she cut the tension with a joke.

“Then I wouldn’t have been able to do this,” he said before placing his hands on her waist and pulling her in close.

She placed her damp hand on his shirt. Leaving a handprint on the purple fabric. Those big brown eyes got her, she was lost in them as his focus flickered to her lips.

“Can I kiss you,” he asked.

“I’d be pissed if you didn’t,” she replied before closing the gap between them.

His lips were so soft as they brushed across hers lightly. They softly kissed a few times before she snaked her arms around his neck and ran her tongue against his bottom lip. Begging to taste the expensive wine on his tongue.

She had never really done this before. She was never one for one-night stands, let alone fucking on the first date. Spencer made her feel alive like there was a fire in her that she needed to feed. She was more into him than anyone else she’s ever slept with.

She let him press her against the counter, lifting her up and setting her on the cold stone. She was a little taller than he was now, sitting up straight with her breasts in his face, he lightly kissed the centre of her chest

Dragging his bottom lip along her skin, she shivered, “fuck,” she whispered. “Please?”

“Please what?” He teased, “I thought you wanted to be inside me?”

She laughs, “maybe later.”

Reaching between them, she unbuckled his belt and pushed him back enough to hop off the counter. “Bedroom?”

“Up,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around her and letting her hop into his grasp. Carrying her to his bedroom as she kisses his neck, “If you’re serious, I’ll need a quick bathroom break.”

He sets her down on the bed, hovering over her as she sucks one more mark into his neck and flops back against the mattress. “Okay, so you’re telling me you just have a strap lying around?”

“Don’t you?”

“Well,” she gets all flustered, “yeah? Where is yours?”

“Bedside drawer,” he smirks, “I’m going to shower, you can make yourself comfortable in here?”

“Okay,” she smiles up at him, “hurry back.”

“I will,” he slips away and into the bathroom and she’s left in his apartment.

Sure enough, in his bedside drawer, there is a collection of sex toys, lubes condoms and a harness. She adjusts it to her size, steps from her dress and slips inside it when she notices one of the toys. Almost double-ended, to fit a g-spot vibe inside her while she fucks him, it made her blood rush with excitement.

Staring at herself in the mirror behind his bedroom door, the outfit she picked was perfect, she had no idea the night was going here and yet this is like a dream come true. She looks amazing, so much so that Spencer returns with a gasp and the drop of his towel.

Hard, gorgeous, and practically drooling over her.

“On the bed, big boy,” she instructs, easily slipping into a more dominating personality the second she sees him.

“Yes ma’am,” he teases, biting back a smile as he gets on the bed, staying on all 4’s, presenting himself to her easily.

She runs her hand along his ankle and along his leg, up to his perched ass where she lays a light slap. “Safeword?”

“Is red okay?” He looks back at her, still smirking.

“Sure is, do you have hard no’s?” Her hand trails up his back as she walks towards his night table, he shakes his head in response watching her take out the lube before winking back at him. “Lie down, on your back.”

She places the lube on the bed beside him, grabbing a few pillows to place on the end of the bed, she grips his legs and pulls him down the bed with a smirk. Propping him up, she spreads his legs and gets a good look at all his glory. She drags the tips of her fingers from his knees, down the inside of his thighs towards his groin, making him shiver.

Leaning in, she presses a kiss to his cock, “so pretty, you know that?”

“Mhmm,” he hums, watching her carefully with his bottom lips sucked into his mouth.

She looks at his scar quickly, feeling around it with a few fingers… because even when she’s off the clock she can’t stop being a doctor. Replacing her fingers with a kiss, that makes him suck in a shaky breath.

She takes the lube and drizzles it on his cock, lazily jerking him off with a smile, teasing him until he starts to beg but he keeps holding off. Hips moving with her stroking, following her hand and she jerks her hand a little faster.

“Flip.” Y/N insisted, guiding Spencer’s hips till he was on his stomach with his ass perched in the air once again.

He couldn’t see Y/N but he could only imagine the hungry look she gave him as she spread his cheeks. She gave it a smack, sending a shock wave of arousal through Spencer’s body that generated a shocked moan.

Spencer melted at the feeling of Y/N’s tongue at his entrance. Hot and slick, she licked a stripe over him. Spencer grabbed a pillow and shoved his face in it to hide his moans, but she just reached forward and yanked it away from him.

“Let me hear you.”

She pressed two fingers to Spencer’s perineum, pushing ever so softly but just enough to make Spencer let out a small scream as Y/N’s tongue rammed into him. Y/N’s other hand gipped his cheek, squeezing and pulling at it.

When she pulled back, Spencer immediately missed the feeling, pushing his ass back in an attempt to bring her back. He heard Y/N pop the cap on the lube and moaned back into the pillow. Before he knew it, Y/N was running a cold lubed-up finger over his hole. Circling it lightly before pressing in.

Spencer relaxed, letting himself pull Y/N in more while she curled her finger, she lightly pulled out and pushed in again— it was intoxicating, the feeling of her opening him up. A second finger, and a third, all working harmoniously prepping him, rubbing ever so slightly against his prostate and sending shockwaves through his body. Y/N pulled out and the empty feeling was back.

Spencer rolled back onto his back, Y/N slotted herself between Spencer’s legs once more before leaning in for a quick kiss. Spencer placed his hands on Y/N’s cheeks and pulled her in for a soft kiss at the same time.

“Hi,” he whispered.

Y/N giggled, kissing him again, “hello.”

“Are you going to fuck me?” he asked with a cheeky smile, knowing the answer but it was fun to ask anyway.

Y/N smiled and sat back on her knees, it was fascinating how quickly they changed between desperate want and passionate lust. Sure he wanted Y/N to fuck him senseless but he also just enjoyed looking at her and falling for her.

she lubed herself up and slowly slipped back into Spencer. He was thick and warm and it felt fantastic, his body tingled and the sheets suddenly felt like a cloud beneath him. He’s in heaven as Y/N bottomed out.

Stilling, she reached under Spencer’s knees to hold them up. She pulled out slowly before pushing back in and starting a rhythm. She angled the dildo up, hitting Spencer’s prostate with force, Spencer covered his mouth to muffle the scream.

“Fuck, baby, like that?” Y/N teased, fucking him harder and watching the glory on his face.

Spencer let out a soft chant of “fuck, fuck, fuck,” as Y/N hit that beautiful bundle of nerves over and over and over. Spencer jerked himself off in time with Y/N’s thrusts, feeling his orgasm building inside him. Right as she turned on the vibrating aspect of her strap.

Trembling slightly as she felt it against her clit with each thrust and grind of the harness. It felt amazing for her, but the residual vibrations travelled along the shaft of the dildo and to Spencer as she fucked him.

Part of him wanted it to last forever, the feeling of euphoria right before he came that made everything feel good in the world.

Y/N was getting desperate now too, her thrusts getting more erratic and her breath was equally as uneven. Spencer felt himself getting close, his veins were on fire, his toes started to curl, “fuck,” he said one last time as he squeezed the base of his cock and came all over his chest.

“Shit, fuck,” Y/N said before biting her lip and stilling inside him as she ground against the vibrations. Shockingly reaching her own high, dropping to his chest with a gasp and a tremble. She was panting, coming down from her high, she let go of Spencer’s legs and pulled out before dropping to Spencer’s chest again and cuddling into him.

“Holy fuck?” Spencer’s still catching his own breath, hands roaming her back as he held her against his chest. Then he does the unthinkable.

He unclips her bra before rolling her over, she’s laying on her back now as he kisses her chest. She arches her back as he pulls her bra off, throwing it to the floor and proceeding to take the harness off her. Peeling her underwear off with it, spreading her legs and lapping up her last orgasm with all the want in the world.

Her hand reaches for his hair, holding it at the root as his tongue circles her clit. A finger slips in easily, rubbing her g spot with each thrust, she can’t believe how good it feels as she ruts against his face.

“Fuck,” she moans, “I need to you fuck me with something, please? God, I feel so empty.”

He groans, kneeling between her legs no, his cock getting hard all over again. He streaks himself lightly, reaching into his drawer for a condom, “can I have a vibe too?” She smirks, never this confident to ask on most hookups, but Spencer was different.

“Yeah,” he hands her a bullet vibe, “should be charged?”

“I won't last that long to care,” she teases, “hurry up.”

He slides the condom on, taking his time as he pushes her legs back up and slides in with little resistance, she tosses her head back with a sigh, “thank fuck.”

She rubs the vibe over her clit as he fucks her and he’s so thankful, being able to finally give some well-deserved attention to her tits, gripping them both as he thrusts into her again. Finding his rhythm with his hips while lazily sucking on one nipple and palming the other breast.

She moans over and over, “yes, oh fuck, right there baby, please?”

“Yeah?” he mumbled against her skin, “wanna cum again?”

She nods, legs shaking as she gets right to the edge and she forgets how to breathe because it feels so good. Mouth opening and back arching as he sends her orgasm through her, a high-pitched sigh escapes her as she tosses her body back against the bed, hands in Spencer's hair as he switches between tits and fucks her through his own impending orgasm.

When it’s over, she has no idea how they managed to do that. Spencer’s resting on her chest, which is still heaving as she searches for whatever oxygen is left in Spencer’s stuffy bedroom.

“Can we do that again sometime?” Spencer asks carefully. Nervous and meek, secretly hoping she wants more time with him just as bad as he does with her.

“Page me the next time you want me inside you.”

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