#doctor spencer reid imagine

[sinfulspencer]

I just wanna be yours

Prompt: After a night out with her friends, Reader comes home to a very excited Spencer Reid.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: Dom!Spencer, Sub!Reader, praise and degradation kink, dirty talking, pet names (princess, Doctor), light hair pulling, light breath play, light impact play (spanking), breast play (a nice word for titty sucking), oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink

Words: 7.1k

A.N.: Thank you to @sassymoon for beta-reading this.

Closing the door of Penelope’s car, I pushed the skirt of my dress down my thighs as the cold air of the night hit my skin. I felt flushed from all the laughs and dances we had that night, but I couldn’t wait to come home and finally spend some time with my boyfriend. 

I needed some time out with my friends. Spencer knew that so he didn’t complain when I told him that, after days of him not being at home because of a case, I had to leave him for a few hours. 

I felt bad, but I couldn’t say no to Penelope and Emily. They bribed me with the idea of getting a delicious meal at my favourite restaurant, they knew exactly what they were doing. 

After all, a few hours without him did me good - they made me desire him even more, to the point my fingers were shaking as I tried to unlock the door. I saw him when he came home, but Penelope swifted me away before I could give him a goodbye kiss.

Time away from him just increased my desperation to be in his arms, to feel his kisses all over my face and the warmth of his body pressed to mine. It was hard to be away from him knowing that he was at home waiting for me.

Once I finally managed to unlock the door, I pushed it open to find Spencer standing in the middle of the hallway with nothing on but a towel wrapped around his waist. My mouth watered at the sight. I couldn’t get tired of seeing him that way, I just loved every inch of his body too much to get bored of it. 

His curls were dripping, water droplets running down his chest and down his body to melt into the white towel. 

“Did you take a shower at midnight?”

Ignoring my question, Spencer’s lips twitched into a smile. “You’re all mine now.”

I placed my bag on the couch. “Is that supposed to be a threat?”

“Do you want it to be one?” - he came closer to me, keeping a hand on the edge of the towel to keep it pressed to his body - “I have no problem in…”

I didn’t let him finish, already dripping with desire for the man completely naked besides that stupid towel I needed to rip off him. Spencer welcomed me in his arms while his mouth allowed mine to cover it, kissing me like he hadn’t seen me in months even though we briefly saw each other two hours before.

I could taste the desperation on his tongue and I knew he could taste everything I craved from him that night, how my knees were already shaking before he could take off one item of clothing I had on. It wasn’t surprising for him, Spencer knew how much I loved him and how good he made me feel just by looking at me. 

My hands slipped down to caress his chest, catching the drops of water that stained my clothes. The warmth of Spencer’s skin compared to the coldness of my fingers made him shiver, covering his arms in goosebumps. He didn’t say anything, kissing me back as hard as he could. 

I appreciated him being quiet and not mocking me for urging him to undress me. 

Spencer had other plans. 

His hands never moved down from my hips, they didn’t lift my skirt and they didn’t unzip my dress on the side. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but I was ready for anything he was willing to give me. 

“You look so beautiful in this dress.”

I whined against his lips when he stopped kissing me. “I’d look much better without it, I promise. Let me show you.”

The condescending laugh that came out from his lips was powerful enough to have me trembling on my own heels. The desperation oozing from my voice was embarrassing, but I didn’t care - I needed Spencer, I needed him to use me however he pleased and for how long he craved it. 

I wasn’t asking for too much.

“I’m going to unwrap my welcome home gift by myself.”

Dropping on his knees, Spencer dragged his hands down my thighs. Those beautiful brown eyes stared at me with devotion while his lips pressed to my belly, over the fabric of the dress I wished I wasn’t wearing still. 

“I’ve missed you so much, Spencer.”

His fingers slipped underneath the skirt, hooking under the hem of my panties before he pulled them down my legs. 

“I had to take a cold shower because of you. I think that’s an obvious sign I’ve missed you too, princess.”

Chuckling, I ran my fingers through his wet curls. “I knew I should’ve stayed at home with you.”

“Don’t worry about it. We have the whole night.” - Spencer said, casting my panties to the side - “And the next few days.”

I leaned against the wall behind me, watching Spencer leave kisses up and down my thighs. His lips felt warm and soft against my skin, sending a rush of adrenaline through my blood. I loved seeing him like that, on his knees for me while caressing my body with his lips - it was so intimate, slightly sexual, and it felt so good. 

It felt good to have him back home with me, it felt good to know that I was finally going to be able to have him however I wanted, wherever I wanted without feeling sad or lonely.

“I could get used to having you on your knees for me.”

Spencer gently held up my right foot, placing it on his shoulder. “Let’s see how long it takes me to have you begging me to carry you to the bedroom, shall we?”

“Don’t challenge me, pretty boy.” - I whispered, biting my bottom lip when his hands pushed the skirt up my thighs - “Now you’re not being fair.”

He shrugged, pressing a kiss on my inner thigh. “How so? I just want to eat your pretty pussy on my knees for you, princess.” 

It took every ounce of my strength not to talk back because I wanted him to do that, but those dirty words and the look he gave me were almost enough to make me fold and give in to the desperation I felt my body exploding with.

There was something endearing in knowing he wanted to devour me just because he loved doing it. Sometimes he’d have me spread my legs for him on the couch, he’d get down on the floor and bury his face between my thighs just for the pleasure of it.

Spencer had always been incredibly keen in giving me pleasure with his mouth, so I didn’t stop him when I felt his tongue run over the fabric of my panties. With my hands already twisting his curls, I threw my head back against the wall and took a deep breath. 

“You’re so wet for me and I barely touched you.” - Spencer muttered, dragging his index up and down the dark spot over my panties - “Now you can’t speak? Did I already make you dumb, princess?”

I whined when his finger casted my panties aside, exposing my dripping heat to his hungry eyes. I didn’t know if I could talk, my mouth felt dry and my brain was completely blank. 

He knew what he was doing to me and he had just started.

Putting my foot back down on the floor, I pressed my back to the wall. Spencer hooked his fingers underneath my panties and pulled them down, leaving a trace of kisses from my inner thigh to my knee. Each kiss felt like a burning mark on my skin, rattling my insides and sparking them with desire that overwhelmed me. 

It was difficult to talk or even come up with a coherent thought, because all my brain kept whispering to me was “need, need, need”. I was completely lost in my own pleasure, in my own bloodlust for him that I forgot how to communicate, how to talk, how to even breathe right.

And he barely touched me. 

However, I was determined to be good for him. I wanted Spencer to know how good and perfect I could act for him. 

“So pretty.” - Spencer whispered, pushing my thighs open for him to expose my dripping heat - “So wet for me.”

I shivered at his words, biting my bottom lip. “All for you, Doctor.”

“Ah, you can speak.” - he arched his brow, pressing his index right above my clit - “If you can speak, why don’t you tell me what you want?”

Frowning, I turned my eyes away from him and forced myself not to whine in frustration. Spencer knew that I was struggling, he could read my body so well. How could he ask me to speak in a moment like that? How could he ask me to spell out exactly what I wanted if I could barely focus on his voice or his finger?

However, I couldn’t disappoint him.

“Please.. You know what I want.”

Spencer swirled his index over my clit, watching me try to maintain a straight face despite the burning pleasure diffusing through my body. 

“I do, but I love to hear that from you as well.” - he explained, leaning forward to leave a kiss right on my inner thigh - “You know your voice turns me on, princess.”

I was slowly, but surely losing my mind. He knew exactly what to say and what to do to have me try and talk to him: bringing him pleasure and turning him on were my favourite activities, so of course I had to force myself to speak.

“I want your tongue, Doctor.” - I felt myself blush at the choice of my words - “I need your tongue between my legs.”

Spencer furrowed his brows, looking up at me. “Sorry, what was that? What did you say you wanted from me?”

I gripped his curls even harder, but I didn’t pull them. He was making me frustrated and he could see it by the way my thighs trembled and my cheeks flushed again, but he was having fun. That cocky grin on his face made everything worse: Spencer knew I could push myself to do what I thought I couldn’t do. He was able to make me talk in the blink of an eye for his own sick pleasure. 

And I loved him for pushing my limits.

“Get your mouth between my legs and get me off, Doctor.” - I whined, pulling his face closer to my heat - “I need your tongue inside of me, please.”

Spencer smiled against my inner thigh, leaving a gentle kiss over it. “That’s what I wanted to hear, good girl.”

Finally, his mouth covered my heat as a long moan escaped from my mouth. I could feel his whimpers against myself while his tongue ravished me, praised me, worshipped me to the point I almost closed my thighs around his head. It was easy to have me collapsing and it was even easier for Spencer to have me cry out in ecstasy, his name spilling from my mouth over and over. 

He could control me through each motion of his tongue, as I followed his mouth with my hips. I was struggling to hold myself up against the wall, too lost in the pleasure Spencer was giving me with his tongue caressing my clit, swirling over it. 

“Feels so good.” - I whimpered, slamming my left hand over the wall - “Fuck, Spencer.” 

Spencer loved being called ‘Doctor’ in the bedroom, but using his own name drove him even crazier. It was like a flip being switched, as if hearing his name with the pleasure oozing from my voice turned him into a completely different person.

His tongue became relentless over my clit and index slipped inside of me, pushing deep where I needed him the most. I trembled under his attack but I didn’t quit, I didn’t ask him to get me to the bedroom no matter how hard I wanted it. 

I needed to come on his tongue first, I needed Spencer to feel how wet and excited and warm I was for him - to remind him how good I was going to feel once his cock had been buried inside of me, just like how he needed it to.

My hands slipped down on his shoulders as I almost fell forward.

“What, now your legs have stopped working like your brain?” - Spencer didn’t stop his finger from moving in and out of me, talking to me through the pleasure he was giving me - “Is this really too much for you that you can’t even stand up? Now I’m not sure you’ll be able to handle what I’m going to do to you later.”

A curse escaped my lips as I struggled to get back up, leaning with my back and my shoulders pressed to the cold wall behind me. My brain was trying to form a coherent sentence, a reply to those harsh, exciting words - and the tone he used… It drove me almost over the edge.

“That’s it, good girl.” - he whispered, bringing his mouth back between my legs - “You’re so cute when you stop functioning like this. Just a blushing, whimpering mess who can only take what I’m willing to give her.”

His tongue ran over my folds, collecting the mess he created with his own saliva and my essence. I felt my heart beating fast against my ribcage, the blood rushing up to my brain and back down in my lower abdomen. 

My fingers grasped his shoulders, leaving red welts in their wake. I had no 

“My adorable fucktoy.”

And as soon as the words vibrated against me, the orgasm took over me. I felt my insides melt at the sound of his grunts pressed to my heat and the pleasure expanded through me, burning through each cell. My knees trembled and I grasped the small dresser by my side, scratching the wooden surface. 

“Spencer, fuck.”

I couldn’t say anything else. 

My mouth whispered a chorus of words that resembled his name, until I was completely spent against the wall. The rocky surface was scratching my back, but I was so lost in my own pleasure I didn’t even realise Spencer pulled away from me. 

He was looking at me with those plump, red lips. They were wet with my essence and his tongue was collecting it, tasting it. 

“Oh don’t mind me, I’m just admiring my partner from down here.” - Spencer said with a smile, teasing me with another kiss on my knee - “This is why I love having an eidetic memory, you know.”

Catching my brain, I looked down at him and met his intense gaze. I wasn’t sure of his intention, but I thought he wasn’t done with me - and I was right, because as soon as I managed to smile at him, his mouth covered my heat again. 

That time, without wasting time and without hesitation, Spencer pushed another finger inside of me and pressed his digits against my pulse point inside of me. The action caught me off card as I slammed my hand over the dresser, again.

“Fuck! T-this is too much.”

It was too much.

“Oh, is it too much? Do you want me to stop, princess? I thought you could take another orgasm, since you seemed so desperate to come a few seconds ago.” 

Again, that condescending tone spread a warmth through my chest. It was obvious I didn’t want him to stop, I had been waiting for so long to be able to come because of his mouth - or any part of his body. 

“Spencer, I can…”

Spencer pulled away from my heat, watching his saliva drip down his hand. “Of course you can take it, because you’re my good girl. And you don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”

I nodded my head with the tears staining my cheeks. “Y-Yes. I’m a g-good girl.”

He cooed, slowing the movements of his fingers down. “Tonight I’m going to give you everything you want. Do you know why?”

My right hand grabbed his wrist, trying to push his hand to go faster. “Because I d-deserve it.”

“That’s right, princess. I’m going to spoil you rotten.”

“Like always.” - I joked, breathing hard when his fingers stroked me again from the inside - “Fuck… I’ve missed you.”

Spencer didn’t need to answer my words. He told me he missed me by bringing his mouth back to where I wanted. His lips wrapped around my clit and he sucked it gently, curling his fingers inside of me just to hear the strangled sound of his name slip from my lips. 

I barely pushed my hip forward when Spencer used his free hand to keep me pressed to the wall, moaning against my heat. 

“Don’t you dare move your hips, princess.”

My legs started to cramp as soon as Spencer went back to his delicious torture, dragging his tongue up and down my clit while his fingers kept their relentless pace in and out of me. I didn’t want to whine, I didn’t want to get him to take me to our bedroom but I couldn’t stand up.

He was right, I just couldn’t.

“Spencer, s-stop.”

My words echoed in the living room and immediately, Spencer took out his fingers pulled away from my heat. 

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” were his questions

Shaking my head, I leaned forward. “No, my love. I just… Bedroom?”

It took a few seconds for Spencer to understand what was going on. He stared at me, blinking, but when he realised that my words were showing him that he won, he laughed. He was right, I couldn’t take it. I needed to lay down, no matter how much I loved seeing him on his knees for me.

The sound reverberated through my tired muscles and my throbbing heart, as I joined him by laughing. 

“Let’s go, princess.”

Holding out his hand, I grabbed it and helped him get back on his feet. My eyes wandered on the obvious bulge underneath the white towel and I was tempted to remind him of it, but I was pretty sure Spencer was frustrated and needed to touch himself.

He loved eating me out, and sometimes he even came untouched because of it.

His body amazed me everytime.

Unzipping my dress before we reached the bedroom, Spencer took it off and left it on the dresser near our bed. I didn’t wear my bra, a choice that I was definitely going to be punished for the next day, but Spencer didn’t complain when he saw me completely naked.

He had the chance to touch my breasts without wasting too much time with the buttons of my bra. 

“You look so fucking beautiful. I can’t wait to ruin you.”

I laid down on the bed, spreading my legs without hesitation. “Then, get back at it. My pussy is waiting.”

Spencer dropped his white towel on the floor, allowing me to get a glimpse of his beauty while my whole body shuddered. He looked absolutely gorgeous with his messy curls, still wet from the shower, and his hard dick begging for my attention, for my touch, for my warmth. 

I couldn’t wait to give myself up to Spencer. 

Settling back between my legs, Spencer spread my folds with the tip of his fingers and brought his mouth right over my clit. I grasped the bedsheets and closed my eyes, feeling a rush of adrenaline burn through my body.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” - Spencer moaned, pushing his fingers back inside of me - “I could stay here for the whole night.”

I ran my fingers through his curls. “Maybe tomorrow. I need your dick tonight.”

Chuckling at my eagerness, Spencer went back to his actions and focused on my swollen clit. His fingers followed the pace of his tongue around my folds, pushing me closer to my second orgasm of the night. Breathing in and out through my nose, I focused on the vibrations against my core, on the way Spencer pushed his hips against the bed. 

He was grinding, he was seeking some kind of friction because he was so hard. 

Spencer was hard because he was eating me out. He took pleasure in giving it to me. 

I could feel myself slowly drifting off towards the pleasure he was blessing me with, but I wasn’t just there yet. There was something missing.

“I’m going to fuck you nice and well, I promise. I will make sure you’ll feel me inside of you for days. And when you’ll be alone, thinking about me, you’ll still feel my cock fucking your pretty pussy.”

There it was.

Crying out his name in pure pleasure, Spencer nursed the second orgasm out of me with a loud chuckle and that stupid, arrogant smirk on those perfect lips. His fingers stroked me hard and his mouth devoured me, showed me no mercy as I shuddered and whimpered over the bed. 

I threw my head back, breathing hard through my nose while releasing all my tension from my fingers into the sheets. I loved when he was cocky and I loved even more when he couldn’t help himself, but to grind against the bed because he craved to see me in pleasure. 

“That’s it, princess. Such a good girl for me.”

His fingers slowed down, but he didn’t pull them out. Each time he pressed against my pulse point, I whimpered and he smiled. 

“T-Thank you, Doctor.”

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet.”

Spencer pulled his fingers out of my dripping heat and pushed them inside my mouth, watching me close my lips around his digits. My taste on his fingers was intoxicating, probably because of the way Spencer was staring at me and smirking because he made me lose the challenge. 

We were in the bedroom, my favourite place to be ruined in.

So, in some twisted way, I won too. 

“You taste delicious, don’t you?”

I nodded, gasping when his fingers nearly hit the back of my throat. Spencer didn’t move; he just kept watching me as I sucked his digits, making sure I was cleaning them off my essence before he could use them again for who knows what. 

He brought his other hand to my neck, watching me as I closed my eyes in hope I’d feel his fingers squeezing my throat. Spencer seemed to understand my silent order and wrapped his hand around my neck, tightening his grip on it. 

“Open your mouth, princess.”

His fingers were still filling my mouth, but I did as he asked me to. I opened my mouth and Spencer pulled out his fingers, dragging them down my chest. It didn’t take long for him to lean forward and spit right into my mouth, watching me as my eyes grew wider and my heart started pounding in my chest. 

I swallowed without thinking, knowing that he would’ve asked me to do it. Spencer shook his head and brought his other hand between my legs, laying down on top of me. 

“So eager to please me. Did you miss me this much?”

I nodded again, bringing both my hands to his face. “Yes. Yes, I did. I came home earlier than usual with an excuse because I needed to be with you.”

Spencer cooed, pressing a quick kiss on my lips. “I can’t believe you asked Penelope to take you home earlier because you wanted my dick. You really are a sweet fucktoy when it comes to me, are you?”

“Yes, Doctor.” was all I could say 

I didn’t even know if that’s what came out of my lips, I was too focused on the way his mouth started to travel down my jaw and my neck. Spencer’s hands caressed my inner thighs before he brought them back up, covering my breasts and squeezing them gently.

I didn’t know if Spencer was holding back for some reason, but I needed him to hurt me. I had been good so he had no reason to hurt me, but I needed it - at that moment, I craved the pain shooting through my body mixed with the intense pleasure Spencer has always been able to give me. 

I didn’t want Spencer to get mad at me, but I knew exactly how to receive the treatment I was seeking. 

“Are you going to fuck me now, Doctor? Please?” - I asked, closing my legs around his waist - “I’ve been so good for you, I deserve your dick. Please.”

Spencer’s nose twitched as he raised my hips so that he could settle between my legs, feeling my desperation drip through every single one of my words. His hands prodded my thighs open and his right one covered my heat, brushing his fingers against my entrance. 

“That’s not enough. Beg for it.”

I wanted to smack him behind the head for forcing me to talk when he knew exactly how difficult it was for me to form a coherent sentence. His fingers were teasing my clit, gently shaking my heat and making my legs tremble at the delicious stinging pain that diffused through my lower abdomen.

“Doctor, please ruin me.”

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my thighs, almost making me yelp. 

“I wanna look wrecked for you. I know how much you love it when my hair is messy and my makeup all smeared.” - I decided to go in the direction I knew was going to get him to fuck me - “Don’t you wanna see me all pretty for you? Your best fucktoy all wrecked because of you?”

Rolling my hips to meet his, I could feel how hard he was getting because of my words, because he knew how much I wanted him and how good I would be able to make him feel. 

“I felt so empty all night, that’s why I came home earlier.” 

A frustrated sigh fell from my lips when Spencer grabbed the base of his cock and brushed it against my wet folds, still not giving me what I needed. He was being difficult and a bitch, but God did I love that man.

“Please, I need you inside of me. I want to feel so full of you until I can’t think of anything besides the way your cock is stretching me.”

“Such dirty words for such a pretty princess.” - Spencer whispered, tapping the head of his cock against my clit - “You really are a desperate fucktoy, aren’t you?”

I nodded with my eyes settled on his face, trying to push my hips forward so that Spencer could hopefully  give in to the warmth I could provide him. I grasped the wooden headboard behind my head when I saw Spencer kneeling closer to my inner thighs. 

And when I finally felt his cock entering me, I was gone.

Completely, utterly gone for the man between my legs. 

A strangled moan escaped my lips as I struggled to keep my eyes open, but I wanted to admire Spencer’s features softening as soon as he was buried to the hilt inside of me. I wanted to see his lips twitch into a satisfied smile, I wanted to see his eyes struggling to stare at me through this blissed-fucked out state we were both in. 

I wanted Spencer to feel at home right where he was, inside of me. 

“Finally.”

Spencer chuckled, looking down at me and laying on top of me. His chest was pressed to mine, his mouth was leaving kisses on my chin as he took a few seconds to enjoy the position we were in. 

He was inside of me. He was at home.

“Yeah? Is this what you wanted?”

I nodded, cradling my hands up to his face. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this ever since I saw you before leaving tonight.”

“Then, I guess I’ll just give you what you want.”

Covering my mouth with a kiss, Spencer towered on top of me and slowly started to move his hips against mine. I could only kiss him back, taking everything he was willing to give me and scratching his shoulders to release the tension already building within me. 

His whimpers melted into my mouth, sending shivers down my spine. Knowing he was getting pleasure from my body, made me burn with even more desire than I thought would be possible. There was something ethereal in knowing the man on top of me was feeling good because of me. 

“Look at me while I own you.”

His words caught me off guard as I nodded, looking up at him. Those chocolate eyes were showing me tenderness, passion, devotion, love - emotions that I only felt for him and with him. 

“Mine.” - Spencer whispered on my lips, sliding his right hand under my thigh to lift it - “All mine.”

“Yours.”

His movements were still slow, calculated and deep exactly how I liked them. No matter how much we wanted each other, we loved to take it slow. We wanted to see our faces melting due to the pleasure, our bodies collapsing against one another before we joined together to reach that state of haziness and bliss we craved. 

Spencer grabbed my left hand and pinned it to the mattress, kissing me again. I gave in to the pleasure, pouring my heart and my lust for Spencer into the kiss while rolling my hips to meet his. 

However, I wanted more. 

Though the loving atmosphere turned me on, I needed more. I hadn’t forgotten the teasing pics he sent me while he was working, so it was time for me to return the favour by teasing him in a way he wouldn’t have appreciated it. 

“Fuck me harder, Doctor.” - I whispered on his lips, intertwining my fingers with his - “Or is this all you’ve got? I can barely feel a thing.”

The look Spencer gave me was enough to make me come right there and then. His pupils dilated at the sound of my words and the grip he had on my hand tightened, almost making my heart throb in fear. 

“What?”

I raised my hips, closing my legs around his waist. “Can’t you fuck me harder, Doctor? Or are you getting too old for that?”

Spencer took a deep breath, but didn’t pull away from me. Instead, he brought me closer to his body as if he wanted to be inside of me as deep as he could - but we couldn’t get closer than that. 

“Turn around.”

I blinked, confused by his request. “What?”

“Turn around, princess.” - Spencer whispered, releasing my calves so I could move - “On all fours, ass up. Now.”

My blood ran cold at his request, but I didn’t dare disobey. After all, I brought this down to myself. I was the master of my own fate, it was my fault he got pissed off - and I loved every second of it, no matter how frustrating he was going to act. 

“You think you’re brave enough and that you can talk to me like this without consequences?”

Once I was in the position he requested, Spencer placed both my hands on my waist. I didn’t know what to expect, but definitely not that. I thought he was going to deny me an orgasm, but he was actually denying me the chance of seeing his pretty face. 

It wasn’t a punishment.

It was a catastrophe. 

“Did you forget who owns you?”

I shook my head, gripping the bed sheets. “No. No, of course not Doctor.”

“I think you did, so let me remind you.”

Spencer brought his right hand between my legs, brushing his thumb over my sensitive clit. I whimpered at the sensation and closed my eyes, feeling my knees already trembling at the contact. 

Before I could cry out his name, Spencer pulled his hand away and brought it back in the form of a very light slap. I could barely feel it, but my body responded to the impact with a soft whine. 

Then, his left hand left a red mark right below my ass. My skin started to burn just in time for another slap between my legs, making me tingle everywhere. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I loved the effect it had on me - and it certainly reminded me of one of the reasons why I was so in love with Spencer. 

He knew my body better than anyone, including myself. 

“Spencer, I’m sorry.”

Spencer didn’t care, marking me once again between my legs and right below my thighs. I was positively sure I had marks all over my skin, but I didn’t dare to move. My whole body was on fire and Spencer was right behind me, he would’ve forced me to stay still while I accepted my own fate.

“Now you’re sorry?” 

The palm of his hand connected with my clit once again, slapping it slightly harder than before but still gently. I felt it more than the first hit and it felt even better, almost to the point I collapsed on my elbows. 

“Yes. Yes! I am sorry.”

Losing the grip on the bed sheets, I fell with my face down on the pillow. Spencer brought me back up with his left hand, forcing his fingers to squeeze the sides of my neck in order to keep me still. 

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, princess. Now, be a good girl for me and don’t move. You’ll take this for as long as I please.”

I didn’t know for how long he kept slapping my clit and my ass, but I lost count after the first two smacks. I was so lost in my own soreness and pleasure that I forgot how to breathe, how to whisper his name, how to stop myself from falling down on the bed. 

My skin was tingling and the stinging pain was bringing me closer to the edge, even though it wasn’t enough. There was something missing and it was obvious what it was, but I never dared to speak. 

After all, it was my stupid fault.

“Are you sore?”

I didn’t need to answer, Spencer was staring at the results of his punishment. My skin was covered in red bruises that were going to sting for days and I was a mess, crying tears of frustration and pleasure while sweating because of the tension building up but never being released within me. 

Everything felt heightened.

Even the gentle caress over my skin felt like a tongue of fire touching me.

“I guess you are.”

Spencer pulled his hand away and grabbed his cock again, pushing it through my dripping folds. I didn’t know if the position or the slaps turned me on more, but it was probably a mix of everything: Spencer’s grunts, his hands touching me, his fingers hitting me… all at once. 

He pressed the head of his cock against me, before dragging it to my clit. 

“Spencer, please.”

Helpless, I turned around. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was watching me.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I promise, I was just joking.” - I said, hoping my words made sense - “I just wanted you to fuck me harder.”

His gaze burned on my skin the same way my desire was burning for him. 

“You should’ve thought about that before pretending to be tough, princess.” - he leaned forward, kissing my bare shoulder - “But I think you’ve understood your lesson now, haven’t you?”

Spencer didn’t give me enough time to answer because he finally thrusted inside of me again, filling me up to the point I didn’t know where I ended and he began. Like two pieces of a puzzle coming together. 

I wasn’t sure I deserved to feel good after teasing him that way, but I wasn’t going to reject Spencer’s kindness. No, I needed to feel him come inside of me and own me like he always did.

“Yes. Yes, I did.” - I mumbled, falling with my face on the pillow - “Please, just…”

“You want to come, princess? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

That mocking tone made me shiver as I tried to nod, barely able to lift my head. Spencer took that gesture as a yes and he began to fill me up again, thrusting at a quick pace. I couldn’t even catch my own breath, but I didn’t care - he was doing exactly what I asked, so I couldn’t complain. 

I didn’t want to, too scared that he might deny me the pleasure of coming. 

Spencer slid his right hand on my shoulder, pressing my body back against his while he buried himself inside of me with a long, deep thrust. I was a puddle of whines and pants, too lost in the pleasure of being owned to care about the pathetic sounds reverberating inside that room. 

“Can’t even hold your fucking body up.” - Spencer whispered, pressing a taunting kiss behind my neck - “Are you already exhausted, princess? You can’t speak and you can’t move, you’re fucking pathetic. I thought you could take this and be good for me, but I guess I was wrong.”

My hands immediately flew on top of his, in a desperate attempt to tell him that I could do anything he wanted. Spencer got the memo, but he wasn’t willing to stop degrading me - on the contrary, it pushed him to do his worst. 

And God, did I love every second of it. 

“You act like you can take my cock, but you’re trembling. You’re just a pathetic princess who thinks with her cunt, aren’t you?”

I whined in response, grasping his hands before he slapped mine away. 

“You’re lucky I love you too much to stop right now.” - he said, putting both his hands on my hips - “Come for me, or you won’t get to come at all.”

My whole body shuddered at his words, as if a flip had been switched: the idea of not being able to come after so much pent-up tension made me frown, so I forced myself to reach that peak quickly. It wasn’t difficult, Spencer trained me for that task: each time he would ask me to come, my body would follow his order and bring him the satisfaction of knowing he was the only one who could make me do this. 

And like all the other times, I came with a loud sob. 

The sounds were muffled against the pillow, but Spencer seemed satisfied. My body was gripping his cock like a vice and I knew he was close. Despite my muscles clenching hard around him and my brain completely shutting down, I could still feel him twitching inside of me. 

“That’s it, so responsive for me.” - Spencer cooed, nuzzling his face against my neck - “So warm, so tight around my cock. You really missed me, huh?”

My arms were trembling and so were my thighs, but I didn’t dare to move. My muscles were on fire, but Spencer deserved to feel good - he deserved to come inside of me, to make me his every single time he had the chance to. 

However, he didn’t agree with me that night.

“Even if you missed me that much, princess, you don’t deserve to feel me come inside of you after what you said.”

I grasped the bedsheets, whimpering a ‘no’.

“Only good girls get to be bred. And you were not one of them tonight.”

And just like that, Spencer pulled out while a loud groan fell from my mouth. His warm essence spilled all over my thighs, right between my legs but not where I wanted him the most. The frustration mixed with the dizziness of the orgasm I experienced were too much, as I collapsed onto the bed. 

Spencer whimpered as he touched himself, finishing where I didn’t want him to. I didn’t need to turn around, I knew he had that arrogant, cocky smirk I loved to see painted on his lips.

“You should see the mess I’ve made on you, princess.”

‘Bitch’ was the only thing I could say, hiding my face in the pillow and squeezing my thighs together as I felt his cum drip down on my skin. I hated not being able to feel him come inside of me, that was the worst punishment he could ever give me - however, I deserved, I knew it. 

But… that didn’t mean I would stop pouting, or I wouldn’t get my revenge. 

“How about I take a picture, so you will remember what you did tonight and what the results were?” - Spencer asked, giving me another kiss on my bare shoulder, and he jumped off the bed to grab my phone - “I know you’re pouting!”

I didn’t move, waiting for his return. I was pouting and I wasn’t going to stop until I felt his warm come inside of me. 

Spencer finally came back and I barely saw the flash when he took the picture. He leaned forward and helped me turn around, before giving me a love pinch of my waist. Every muscle in my body was hurting and I was exhausted. 

“Oh, don’t pout. You know it’s not going to work with me.”

I stared at him, covering my naked body with the bedsheets. “You… bitch.”

“Am I the bitch?” - Spencer asked, raising his brows - “Are you sure it’s me?”

I threw on him his own pillow, hiding my grin. “Yes. You.”

He frowned, leaning forward. “I don’t think I’m a bitch, I’m just fair. You, on the other hand…”

Spencer kissed my forehead and laid on the bed, keeping a hand over my belly and the other one under my cheek. He was looking at me, making sure I was okay after we just did - but I was more than okay. I was deeply satisfied and sexually blessed.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

His nose bumped against mine. “You did so well for me tonight.”

I struggled to move my arm, but I managed to place my hand on his cheek. “Thank you. I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

“You bruised my ego, but I guess I needed it to be extra rough with you.” - Spencer replied, chuckling when I rolled my eyes - “Listen, I know you like when I’m rough but it doesn’t come natural to me. It does when you taunt me and you do.”

“I got what I wanted.” - I answered, giving him another kiss on the lips - “I can’t believe you picked the worst punishment ever.”

He traced a circle around my belly button, before sliding his hand between my legs. “I know I can make it better, if you let me.”

Spencer didn’t need to ask.

“I’m so glad you’re home, Doctor.”

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[ouat-in-spare-oom-of-rivendell]

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Visiting your boyfriend at work Spencer, Derek, Luke, Hotch

Aaron Hotchner

Prompt #70 + #76 drabble

Derek Morgan

Prompt #12 + #17 drabble

Spencer Reid

What You Leave Behind series

Summary: After the death of an acquaintance, Spencer takes drastic measures to keep you safe. Thirteen years later, a new case is bringing up old memories. The newest victim is a mystery that the team can’t seem to move forward in solving. What happens when the unsub makes things personal for Spencer?

Series Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Kidnapping, Mentions of Sexual Violence, Minor Character Death, If You’ve Seen the Show You Know What to Expect

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It Looks Good one shot

Summary: Spencer isn't as comfortable in clubs and bars as the rest of them are, but after an especially draining case, there's something that draws him to one girl in particular. ~Song Fic inspired by Home Free's "It Looks Good"~

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[strawbeerossi]

The Ballad Of Dr. Reid

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: When you zone out in the middle of one of your lectures, your professor asks you to stay after class to check in on you.

Content/Warnings: Power imbalance, Professor/Student, age gap (Spencer is in his 40s, reader is in her 20s), minor hand kink, porn with little plot, heated kissing, fingering, spit, unprotected sex, exhibitionism (kinda, right?), reader gets a facial

Word Count: 1.9K

Kinktober Day Two: Power Imbalance

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You’d always had a liking for criminal justice, so taking the courses in college seemed like a no brainer. You really liked Criminology 1424. It was an interesting class, one that piqued your interest far more than the other classes you were in the process of taking. 

In addition to being genuinely interested in the subject, you were more interested in the professor of the class; Dr. Spencer Reid.

He was soft spoken for the most part, a little on the awkward side but that was okay. He was experienced from his fifteen years in the Behavioral Analysis Unit and would use cases he’d faced for examples in his lessons. His lectures were long and albeit pretty boring at times but you had no problem watching the man at the front of class talk, his hands emphasizing just how prepared he was for the topic at hand. You’d realized that there were topics he definitely enjoyed getting into, his body language and his overexaggerated gestures being proof of it.

You’d always thought the FBI and the darkness he faced on a near daily basis would exhaust him, make him harder and more stoic, the seriousness of the world on his shoulders. No, instead he offered smiles, helped any student who came to him, and was painfully oblivious to the amount of young men and women auditing the class just to admire the attractive professor.

It was like any other lecture, delving into the intricacies of triggers and what could bring them on. It was a lesson he liked, judging by his animation this evening. You’d done your best to keep up, to get plenty of notes jotted down due to this being on the impending final. However, you were too busy drooling over the curly haired beauty, his veined hands flailing with each word that fell from his lips. 

What you wouldn’t give to have those hands on your body, to feel the gentle touch of your professor as he was letting his fingertips memorize all the dips and curves of your body, to familiarize himself with how to pleasure you.

His hands on-

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

You were snapped from your thoughts. The sound of your name falling from his mouth was like sweet honey, drizzling over your eardrums as you could feel your face heat up from embarrassment. Great. Now the whole class is looking at you. 

“Y-Yes, I’m okay. I’m sorry, just, uh, not all the way here today.” You explained, slowly looking back down at the notebook covered in scribbles. So much for getting any work done today. 

The class passed by painfully slowly after that. Even the attractive man in front of you didn’t seem to speed up the clock. You’d sat quietly, giving up with the notes aspect as you’d switched to doodling on the edges of your notebook. You’d done your best to try and be one of the first ones out whenever your professor dismissed the class full of students. However your shoulders slumped with defeat when the sea of bodies filed out first.

There was no clean getaway.

“Y/N, do you mind staying back and having a chat?”

Fuck.

Mustering up enough courage to face the man you’d gotten distracted fantasizing about, you were approaching his desk. Even up close, he was a beautiful man. Even in his early to mid forties, he still looked delicious. “I apologize for getting distracted earlier. I was just-”

“Looking at me? Y/N,” There was a deep breath that left his lips. “You can tell me if this tie is ugly. My coworker Penelope insisted I wear it. I love her but some of her ties aren’t really my style.” 

He was joking, easing the awkwardness and the unknown tension filling the lecture hall. Maybe he’d been feeling the same way about you. He looked at you a lot as is, however you may have just been in a delusional state of mind right now. There was a hope that Spencer would reciprocate those feelings. “It’s not.. It’s a little ugly but that, uh, wasn’t what I was, uh, staring at.” You decided to just be honest. Worst you can do is transfer out of the class. 

Or run away to a new city, start over again at a new university. 

“Really?” 

“Really. Sir, with the risk of coming across as inappropriate, it’s hard to pay attention to you at the front of the class. It’s not a bad thing. You just always look…” You paused and gave him a once over. “Really nice.” You spoke. 

There was a blush that spread across the older man’s cheeks, an eyebrow raising. “You think so? At risk of sounding even more inappropriate and unprofessional,” He paused as he leaned forward a bit, arms crossed over his chest. “It’s hard to teach when you come in looking as beautiful as you do. Makes me just wanna stare at you the whole class.” 

The words were lower than usual, a rush of warmth going straight to your core from the mere compliment. 

“Plus when you come in with a new lipstick shade..” His lanky body was pushing off the desk before he approached, his fingers resting gently under your chin before tilting it upwards. “It drives me insane. You may think I don’t notice but…” This was crossing the boundary of teacher and student, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. “I do. Makes me think of these pretty lips wrapped around me, those eyes glossed over with pleasure.” He hummed, chuckling at the way your breath hitched, eyes locking with his. 

You didn’t know what came over you at this point, however you could help yourself as you were launching yourself forward, mouth smashing against his in a quick kiss that he seemed enthusiastic to reciprocate. His hands were gripping your waist, pulling your frame closer to his chest as the kiss filled with desire and hunger was escalating.

The next thing you knew, you were being sat against the desk at the front of the lecture hall, your eyes widening. “H-Hold on, don't you have another class??” She asked immediately as she let her hands squeeze the broad shoulders. “Yeah, in twenty minutes.” Spencer responded, hands trailing to the waistband of the pants you were wearing. The thought of having sex in a hall where anyone could walk in at any point was enough to send a shiver down your spine. You weren’t one for exhibitionism normally, however you weren’t gonna turn this down. 

“Fuck it.” Your words made a grin spread across Spencer’s face, his lips pressing a chaste kiss against your lips while working on getting your pants pulled off, panties following in one swift motion. Licking his hand, the older male didn’t waste any time before moving the wet hand between your legs, his spit working as lube as he wanted to make sure you were wet enough for the deed. Lord knows that he didn’t want you tearing at any point. 

The feeling of his fingers brushing against your clit had already sent electricity through your body, a light gasp escaping your lips. 

“Such a pretty girl, bet you haven’t ever had any man pay attention to you, huh? I can only imagine you’ve been with selfish little boys who haven’t even attempted to bring you to orgasm..” He sighed playfully, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips once more. He was addicted, drinking in your moans as his thumb was massaging your clit, one finger pushed deep in your weeping hole while he was working you open.

This was definitely something new, you didn’t really sleep around so the few times you’d engaged in casual sex were quick, rushed. You sure as hell knew that the past couple of dudes couldn’t even find your clit. You were intoxicated on his touch the small movements he made eliciting moans and gasps into his mouth. With your hips rolling against the touch, you let your eyes flutter shut. 

“As much as I hate to stop, we’ve got fifteen minutes and I’m dying to be inside of you.” He murmured against your lips, his hands moving to undo his belt before tugging his pants down his legs, boxers being pulled down soon after. The sight of his hard cock had your full attention. “Ready? You’re sure you want to keep going?”

“Yes!” You rasped, making him chuckle while his large hands were spreading your thighs apart, letting a trail of his spit fall onto your pussy before he was giving himself a few tugs. The thick tip of his shaft was spreading the spit onto your cunt, a hum falling from his lips. So pretty. God, I hate having to crunch time like this.” He groaned while letting the thick head push into your hole, your mouth falling open at the delicious burn that came with the stretch of your inner walls. If only you knew about your professor’s cock sooner.. All the stress of studying for quizzes would’ve been a million times easier.

His hips snapped without warning, a loud moan falling from your mouth while the male couldn’t help but chuckle as he quickly clasped a hand over your mouth. “Shh. Can’t have anyone hearing you.” His hand barely did justice to hide your moans and cries as his hips continued to roughly thrust, the desk rocking steadily with each movement.

“Fuck. It’s like this pussy was made for me, look at the way she takes my cock and is desperate for more. So greedy.” The vulgar words from your otherwise sweet and seemingly innocent man’s mouth was strangely attractive, attractive to a level that your inner walls were spasming around the hard cock nestled deep inside of you, so far you felt like he was hitting your cervix. Then again, you could’ve just been exaggerating. 

With your fingernails digging into his clothed shoulders, you could feel a knot in your stomach, tightening so tight that you felt like the floodgates were going to burst open. 

“I-I’m gonn-” You stuttered, words muffled against his hand while Spencer nodded. 

“I’m almost there. Cum for me.” His words were husky, tone dripping with ecstasy as he let out a low groan. 

As your pussy clenched tightly around his cock, the both of you were letting out a mixture of groans, mons and even a few whimpers slipping from the older man’s lips. It was all too much, finally letting the dam break as you were letting your head fall back, mouth agape as your thighs were shaking, your creamy arousal making a ring around his cock.

There was a little whine at the emptiness you felt when his cock wasn’t inside of you, the male opting to gently move you from the desk before putting you on your knees. “Look at you. Fuck. Stick your tongue out for me. Make sure you close your eyes too. I don’t wanna give you any infections.” Even in a huffing and panting mess, he looked out for you.

Doing as you were told, you let your mouth fall open while your eyes fluttered shut, the male groaning at the sight as he roughly fisted at his cock. There was only a few pumps before his cock was twitching, it being his turn for his head to fall back as he was painting your face with his spent. The load was a lot more than you expected.

Maybe he needed this just as bad as you did. 

As the act was coming to an end, Spencer was trying to catch his breath while tugging up his pants and boxers. He’d retrieved a few tissues from his desk before leaning down to wipe your face, a light hum leaving his lips. “Maybe you can talk to me about some extra notes you could add to your doodle book. Say over coffee tomorrow morning?”

“Deal.”

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[reidsdaisies]

Hey, can I get a tulip with prompt 24? Spencer and female reader hugging randomly on cases?

Congrats on 500 followers !!!

༉‧´ˎ˗ pairing; spencer reid x fem!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ content warning; hugging, r kisses spence

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.2k

༉‧´ˎ˗ prompt(s); tulip, 24 – hugging them at random

celebrate with me!

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Spencer Reid was usually averse to physical touch, so it was a surprise for JJ to look across the precinct and see you clinging to Spencer. He he stood in front of the board, intent on putting together the geographical profile as efficiently as possible, though it was quite difficult when you were coming up to him and squeezing him from behind.

“Hon.. I’m doing something, y’know that right?” he breathily laughs, trying to gently shake you off. He doesn’t mind the touch, but he’s still trying to focus. He feels your nod, but you have no intention of letting go, nuzzling yourself against his back.

“What are you doing here anyway? Aren’t you supposed to go with JJ to interview the victims’ families?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m supposed to be with JJ right now, but I told her I forgot something.”

“Yeah, and what did you forget?” he plays along with your little game.

“To give my boyfriend a kiss goodbye.”

Spencer’s ears perked up at that, finally turning his attention to the girl attached to his back. You take his face in the palm of your hands, leaning up and smashing your lips against his. He mumbles something into your mouth, but eventually gives in and drops his hand from the board to cup your cheek. When you finally pull back, your lipgloss is visibly smeared on his parted lips. You leave Spencer there with rosy cheeks, wide eyes, and a mouth covered in lip product as you scurry off to JJ who’s waiting with a hand clamped over her mouth in attempt to not laugh at the sight of a completely bewildered Reid.

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[springtyme]

munch spencer. that’s it. this is the ask.

𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲) ♡

Yo, doc, what that mouth do? thank you for the ask, hun! I'm sorry it took so long to get around to it <3

Spencer Reid x afab!reader || Masterlist || Spencer playlist

summary: You love Spencer, you love all of him. You especially love that big, beautiful, brilliant brain of his, it does, however, make him talk a little too much sometimes. But there's one activity he loves that seems to effectively shut him up every time.

word count: 4.5k

warning/tags: Smut! (18+, mdni!) Language. Cunnilingus (obviously). Vaginal fingering. Squirting. Multiable orgasms. The moodboard is only for vibes, there is no description of how the reader looks.

The soft glow of the television is casting long shadows on the walls as Spencer’s sweet lips begin to explore down your neck, kissing a trail down your heated skin and down to your collarbone. 

“Did you know that the average person spends two weeks of their life kissing?” he murmurs against your skin, causing you to giggle, the movement of his lips making your skin tickle. His smooth voice sounding huskier than usual, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel the warmth of his breath against your neck, his touch lingering on your collarbone as he leans in closer. 

“Oh, really?” you reply, playful amusement in your voice as you tilt your head back to give him better access.

“Mmmhmm,” he hums against your skin, his lips leaving a trail of desire wherever they roam. “And the longest recorded kiss lasted over 58 hours,” he continues, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, sending a wave of goosebumps down your spine. 

“That’s really interesting, Spence,” you gasp as Spencer’s lips finally reach the hollow of your throat. “But can we focus on the kissing part right now?” you add, gently tugging on his hair. Spencer chuckles softly, clearly amused by your eagerness as he lifts his head to lock eyes with you. 

You love Spencer’s mind; his big, beautiful brain never ceases to amaze you. It is one of the first things that drew you to him. And when he had looked into your eyes for the first time, with those beautiful hazel brown eyes of his, full of warmth and intelligence, you knew you were done for. You love everything that makes him him, but in this moment, all you can think about is the way his lips feel against your skin, the way his touch ignites a fire within you.

His gaze is intense as he leans in, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss that leaves you breathless. The world around you fades away as you lose yourself in the sensation of his lips moving against yours, the warmth of his body pressed close to yours. The sound of the television is now just background noise, the documentary you had been watching completely forgotten as your focus now is solely on the feel of Spencer’s lips on yours.

Time seems to stand still as the kiss deepens, a mix of desire and adoration swirling between you and Spencer. His hands move to cup your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as he deepens the kiss even more. 

You moan softly against his lips, arching into his touch as the intensity of the moment washes over you. Spencer pulls back slightly, his eyes fixed on yours as he breathes heavily, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

“I could spend a lifetime kissing you,” he whispers, his voice filled with emotion.

Your heart flutters at his words, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his sweet declaration. You smile, feeling a rush of love and affection for this man who holds your heart in his hands, but you also feel how a warm flutter of fire hot desire starts to burn in your stomach, a primal need for him burning inside you.

“I could spend a lifetime kissing you too,” you reply, your voice filled with equal parts love and desire as you slowly start to straddle his lap, Spencer’s hands instinctively finding their way to your hips, pulling you closer against him. “But I wouldn’t mind doing a little more than just kissing,” you add, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper as you feel a tingling sensation course through your body at the thought of what could come next. 

Spencer’s eyes darken slightly as he watches you with a hunger that mirrors your own, his hands sliding up your sides and you can’t help but squirm a little at the sensation of his touch.

His lips curve into a mischievous smile before he gently pushes you back onto the couch, his eyes never leaving yours as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear.

“I think we can definitely do more than just kissing,” he murmurs, sending a shiver down your spine. You still can’t believe how confident he has become since you started dating. He is still the same sweet, smart, nerdy Spencer, but now there is a newfound confidence in him, he is not as hesitant. 

The air between you crackles with anticipation as he leans in to capture your lips once again, the kiss deep and searing, sending sparks flying through your veins. His hands roam over your body, igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you both.

You tug at his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin against yours, and he responds by pulling it off with a quick efficiency that leaves you breathless. His fingers trace patterns on your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he leans in to capture your lips once more.

You are just about to ask him if he wants to stay on the couch or if you should move this to the bedroom when the sound of Spencer’s phone ringing interrupts the moment. Spencer freezes mid-kiss, a soft sigh of frustration leaving his lips as he reluctantly pulls away. 

“Sorry, I have to take this,” he says apologetically as you remove yourself from his lap. You nod understandingly, trying to hide your disappointment, you know that this is just a part of dating someone with as important a job as Spencer, that he has a job that can require his attention and focus at all times.

You take a moment to catch your breath, your body still humming with desire from the moments before, feeling the ache between your legs grow stronger as you hear Spencer answering the call from the kitchen. 

A little pang of hope lingers in your chest as you hear Spencer groaning down the line. “I can’t believe you’re calling me for this now, Garcia,” he says, his voice filled with annoyance. You can hear the woman’s laughter through the phone, followed by some witty banter that makes Spencer chuckle softly despite himself. Doesn’t sounds like he has to leave to go on a case

You have not met any of Spencer’s coworkers yet, they don’t even know that Spencer is dating anyone. Maybe you should feel some type of way about your boyfriend keeping you secret, but you understand his choice. His job is high-stress, demanding, and potentially dangerous. You trust his judgment and respect his decisions, even though a small part of you wishes you could be there for him more openly. 

His colleagues and him are close-knit, almost like a family, and they have their own ways of showing support and camaraderie. It doesn't bother you that he hasn't introduced you to them yet, but you can't help but feel a twinge of curiosity about the people who mean so much to him. 

As Spencer finishes up his call, he walks back into the living room with a sheepish smile, his eyes flickering with a mix of guilt and desire. “Sorry about that,” he says as he flops down next to you on the couch with a groan. “Garcia keeps trying to set me up on a date, it was with someone from her book club this time, says I need to get out more.” he continues, rolling his eyes. “I keep shutting it down, but she’s so persistent.”

You chuckle at his admission, reaching out to run a hand through his tousled hair. “Well, I’m glad you’re not interested in going on a date with anyone else. I quite like having you all to myself,” you say with a teasing smile, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.

Spencer’s eyes light up at your words, a smile spreading across his face as he leans in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. “I have no desire to go on any dates that don’t involve you,” he murmurs, his voice filled with sincerity. “Maybe it’s time I introduce you to the team,” he adds, his eyes searching yours for approval. “Get Garcia to stop trying to set me up on blind dates.”

You feel a rush of warmth at the thought of finally meeting the people who mean so much to Spencer, of being able to share a part of his life that he keeps separate from you. “I would love that,” you reply, a smile tugging at your lips. “I’ve been curious about the people you work with, they must be amazing if they’re anything like you.” 

Spencer’s smile widens at your words, his hand reaching out to intertwine his fingers with yours. “They are pretty amazing,” he admits, a hint of pride in his voice. “I think you’ll fit right in with the team.” 

“But they can’t be as amazing as you,” you say, leaning in to press a lingering kiss on Spencer’s lips. The warmth of his smile against yours only confirms the depth of emotion you feel for this man. 

As you pull back, a spark of mischief lights up in Spencer’s eyes. “I think it’s time we pick up where we left off,” he murmurs, his hands already starting to trail down your body, igniting a fire of desire within you once more. 

You can’t help but laugh as you lean in to capture his lips in a hungry kiss. “Sounds like a good idea to me,” you whisper against his lips, the desire igniting once again between you both. “Bedroom?” ask, your voice filled with anticipation and desire.

Spencer’s eyes light up with anticipation as he nods, a mischievous glint in his gaze. “Definitely bedroom,” he agrees, his voice dripping with desire. With a shared grin, you both rise from the couch, hands intertwined as you make your way to the bedroom, leaving the glow of the television behind,  his warm hand holding yours tightly as he pulls you along.

Once inside the bedroom, Spencer pulls you close, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss that leaves you breathless. Clothes are discarded hastily, a sense of urgency driving you both as you fall into the bed, a tangle of limbs and desire. 

“Did you know that making love releases oxytocin, the hormone responsible for bonding and feelings of intimacy?” Spencer murmurs against your skin, his hands exploring every inch of your body as if he’s committing your form to memory. You gasp at the sensation, the warmth of his touch sending waves of pleasure cascading through you.

“I didn’t know that,” you breathe, your fingers threading through his hair as he continues to worship your body with his kisses. 

“Yeah, and it also increases levels of dopamine, the pleasure hormone,” Spencer adds, his voice husky with desire as he peppers kisses along your jawline, his hands skimming over your curves. “Which means that being with you not only feels amazing physically, but it also strengthens our emotional connection.” 

“Oh, really?” Is all you muster for a reply, the husky tone his voice has taken, is sending a thrill of warmth through you.

“Yeah, and cunnilingus has also been shown to have numerous health benefits, including reducing stress and boosting the immune system,” Spencer continues, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness as he looks up at you with a knowing smile. 

You can’t help but laugh at that comment.  You remember how shy Spencer had been when you were together for the first time, the way his eyes had been wide and his pale cheeks blushing as he had asked you if he could go down on you, almost pleadingly, like a parched man begging for water, like your pussy was the water that would save him. And that is exactly how  Spencer eats pussy, with a reverence and devotion you would never guess, and he fucking loves it-You've never before been with someone who genuinely enjoyed giving oral sex as much as Spencer does, and it drives you wild.

“I’m all for boosting my immune system,” you reply playfully, your hands roaming over his body as you pull him closer to you. Spencer grins at your response, his eyes dark with desire as he leans in to leave a sloppy kiss to the side of your neck, sending a hor shiver down your spine. He continues to kiss a wet trail of kisses down your neck  to your chest. 

He is kissing and licking down between the valley of your breasts, his hands sliding down your body to explore every inch of your skin. The sensation of his lips and hands on you is almost overwhelming, the desire building up inside you like a wildfire. 

The only thing you’re still wearing is your now soaked panties. Spencer’s hands slide slowly down to your hips, his gaze meeting yours as he presses a tender kiss to the center of your chest. The intensity of the moment fills the room, the air around you charged with desire as you lose yourself in the sensations of his touch.

Your breath catches as he leans in, his warm breath ghosting over your skin as he trails kisses down your abdomen, his hands deftly hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties, but instead of pulling them down, he lowers his head and places a gentle kiss to the fabric, his lips teasing the sensitive skin beneath. 

A soft gasp escapes your lips at the sensation, your hands grabbing the sheets as he continues to worship you with his mouth, his tongue tracing patterns over the thin fabric. 

Finally he takes the delicate garment between his teeth, gently biting down on the fabric and with a slow, deliberate motion as he uses his mouth to slide the panties down your legs until he reaches your knees and his hands take over, leaving you bare before him. The cool air hits your heated skin as he tosses your panties aside, his eyes locking with yours as he moves back up your body, kissing up your legs until he again is placed between your thighs, his hands prying your legs apart as he settles himself in between them.

His gaze is intense as he looks up at you, the desire in his eyes burning bright as he leans in to press a soft kiss to your inner thigh, his hands gripping your hips firmly. You can feel his warm breath against your core, sending a rush of heat through your body as he begins to slowly explore your most intimate parts with his lips and tongue.

“You are so gorgeous,” he hums into you, his voice filled with adoration and desire. The vibration of his words against your cunt is sending a delicious shiver through you, making you arch your back, pressing your pussy more firmly against his mouth. He groans with content as he nuzzles his face against you, his nose brushing against your clit as inhale deeply, savoring the heady scent of your arousal. 

Spencer’s tongue is warm and velvety as he pushes it through your slick folds. You thread your fingers through his hair, urging him on with soft moans and gasps as he continues to lap into you with a hunger and passion that leaves you trembling with need. 

“You taste so sweet,” he murmurs, his words sending a delicious thrill down your spine as he swirls his tongue around your swollen clit, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You can’t help but let out a cascade of  moans and whimpers as he begins to move your hips in rhythm with his ministrations, making you gently grind against his face as he continues to worship you with his mouth. 

After a little while one of his hands leaves your hips to slide up your body, teasing and caressing your skin as he cups your breast, flicking his thumb over your hardened nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.  

The sound of your moans echoing through the room only drives him further, his movements becoming more urgent as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. Your wet pussy pulses with desire. The bedframe is now creaking under you, Spencer grinding his erection against the mattress as he eagerly devours you. Your head is spinning, the sensations overwhelming you as you feel the coil of pleasure tightening within you.

The dual sensations of his mouth on your pussy and his hand on your breast are driving you wild, the pleasure building up inside you like a tempest. You can feel your orgasm approaching, a wave of ecstasy ready to crash over you at any moment.

You arch your back, gasping for breath as the wave of pleasure crashes over you, your body shaking with the force of your release. Spencer’s name falls from your lips in a breathless whisper as you ride out the intense waves of pleasure, his eyes locked on yours, filled with desire and adoration, but he doesn’t stop. Your body is writhing beneath him, every nerve ending aflame. 

“I know you got more in you,” Spencer’s voice is husky and filled with desire before he teasingly flick his tongue against your sensitive clit. “Want you to sit on my face, love.” 

Your breath hitches at his words, the suggestion sending a rush of arousal through you as you meet his gaze. Without hesitation, you lift yourself up slightly, allowing Spencer to shift beneath you as you straddle his face, settling yourself comfortably in his eager mouth. 

The sensation of his warm tongue lapping at your sensitive folds sends a surge of pleasure coursing through you, your hands clutching at the sheets as you ride the waves of ecstasy that wash over you. Spencer’s hands grip your hips tightly, guiding your movements as you grind against his face, the slick sound of his mouth on your wet pussy mixing with the sweet sounds of your moans and gasps filling the room. He brings your throbbing clit between his lips, sucking gently before flicking his tongue against it, sending another wave of pleasure crashing over you. 

You can feel the tension building within you once again, your body trembling with need. You lift yourself up slightly, feeling the heat of Spencer’s breath against your swollen clit, he lifts a hand to your pulsing core, flicking over your weeping cunt with a speed and urgency that has you gasping for breath. your toes are curling as you gush all over, the clear liquid getting flicked everywhere. You know how much he loves it when he can make you squirt. 

You feel your body tightening with the impending release, the pleasure building up inside you like a tidal wave ready to crash. The intensity of the moment is almost overwhelming as you feel the waves of pleasure crashing over you relentlessly. Spencer’s name keeps spilling from your lips as your body shakes with the force of your release. 

Spencer eagerly drinks in your essence, bringing you to new heights of ecstasy with his expert ministrations. You feel the world around you fade away as you lose yourself in the delicious pleasure he is giving you, his devotion and desire evident in every touch, every caress, every flick of his tongue.

As the waves of pleasure finally subside, leaving you breathless and trembling in the aftermath, Spencer pulls you close, kissing you tenderly, making you taste yourself on his swollen lips. You pull away after a little while so you can look into his beautiful eyes. His lips and chin glistening with your juices. 

“You are incredible,” you whisper, your voice filled with genuine awe as you brush a stray lock of hair off his forehead. Spencer smiles softly, a contented look in his eyes as he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a warm embrace. 

“You’re pretty incredible yourself,” he murmurs, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. 

“Do, eh… Do you need me to return the favor?” you ask, feeling a surge of desire to give him just as much pleasure as he had given you.

Spencer lets out a soft chuckle while he gently shakes his head. “I don’t think that will be necessary,”  he says, a slight red blush creeping across his cheeks. That’s when you notice the wet, sticky spot on the front of his gray boxer briefs  

“I think I might have taken care of that myself,” he adds with a small, almost shy, smile, causing you to giggle softly. You lean in to press a gentle kiss to his lips, feeling a rush of love and affection for this man who will devour you like a starved man and bring you to the highest of highs, who also blushes after creaming his pants while eating you out. 

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re really fucking cute, Spence?”tease, your heart filled with warmth and adoration for the man in front of you. as you lean in to capture his lips in a sweet tender kiss. “And so fucking sexy,” you add, whispering the words against his soft lips.

Spencer chuckles, the sound vibrating sweetly against your lips, his cheeks flushing even more at your words. “Only you,” he replies, his voice filled with warmth and adoration. “But I like being told that by you.” You smile, feeling a rush of affection for him as you snuggle closer, reveling in the warmth and intimacy of the moment. 

“I love you, Spencer,” you whisper, feeling his arms tighten around you in response, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 

“I love you too, more than words can express,” he murmurs, the sincerity in his voice making your heart swell with happiness.

“And here I thought you had words for everything Dr. Reid,” you tease playfully, earning a soft chuckle from Spencer. 

“I may have words for a lot of things, but when it comes to how much I love you, words always fall short,” he says, his voice filled with sincerity. 

You can feel your heart overflowing with love and happiness at his words, knowing deep down that this man truly adores you. You snuggle closer to him, feeling his warmth and love surrounding you like a comforting cocoon. 

“Do you have any plans next Saturday?” Spencer asks, his voice filled with excitement as he looks down at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. 

You raise an eyebrow in curiosity, a smile tugging at your lips. “No, why?” you reply, wondering what he has in mind. 

“Just… Maybe you could meet the team next weekend,” he says, a shy smile playing on his lips.” They mean a lot to me, and you mean a lot to me, it makes sense to introduce you to them,” he explains, his eyes shining with love. “Would be nice to get Garcia off my back as well,” he adds, his playful tone causing you to laugh.

You feel a rush of warmth and happiness at the thought of finally meeting the people who are so important to Spencer, of being able to share a part of his life that he's kept separate from you.

“I would love to meet them,” you reply, a smile spreading across your face. “I can’t wait to finally put faces to the names you talk about so often.”

Spencer’s grin widens at your words, his eyes shining with excitement. “You’re going to love them,” he assures you, pulling you into a tight hug. “I can’t wait for them to meet you. And they are gonna love you. You’re so lovely,” he adds, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“You are lovely,” you murmur, feeling a surge of love and happiness at the warmth and affection in his words as he kisses your forehead again. You snuggle closer to him, feeling content and secure in his embrace, knowing that you have found someone truly special in Spencer.

You lay tangled together in a peaceful silence for a long while, the tranquility of the moment wrapping around you like a warm blanket.

“You want a shower?” you ask, breaking the silence as you feel the stickiness of sweat and other fluids on your skin.

“What about a bath?” Spencer suggests, squeezing you a little tighter.

“A bath does sound amazing,” you agree, feeling a smile tugging at your lips as you shift to look up at him. “You know me so well.” 

Spencer chuckles softly, the sound filling the room with warmth as he presses a tender kiss to your lips. “I aim to please,” he says, his voice filled with affection.

“Hmm, maybe I can please a little too,” you counter, running a teasing hand down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. 

Spencer lets out a breathy giggle as his eyes find yours. “You don’t have to do that,” he replies, his soft smile making his eyes look like they sparkle as he leans in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

“Maybe I want to, Spence,” you reply with a mischievous grin, feeling a surge of desire pulsing through your veins at the thought of returning the favor to him. “After all, we did just learn about all those health benefits of cunnilingus, isn’t it the same with fellatio?” you ask, raising an eyebrow playfully as you trace a finger along his jawline.

Spencer’s eyes widen slightly at your boldness, a hint of surprise flashing in his gaze before a playful glint takes over.  “Well, I suppose it’s only fair to test out those health benefits,” he says, his voice filled with amusement as he stands up from the bed, offering you his hand to help you up as well. 

The two of you make your way to the bathroom, filling the bathtub with warm water and bubbles as you both slip in together. The warm water soothes your muscles as you relax against Spencer’s chest, his arms wrapped around you in a loving embrace.

As you relax in the warm water, Spencer’s hands find yours, intertwining your fingers as you both bask in the peace and comfort of the moment. The sound of the water gently trickling around you is soothing as you lean back against Spencer, feeling his warmth and love enveloping you like a blanket. You close your eyes, savoring the moment of intimacy and connection that you share with him. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you in my life,” you murmur, feeling a rush of gratitude and love for the man holding you close. 

Spencer presses a soft kiss to your temple, his voice filled with sincerity. “I feel the same way about you,” he whispers, his arms tightening around you in a loving embrace. 

The words warm your heart, filling you with a sense of happiness and contentment. You feel truly blessed to have found someone who loves and cherishes you so deeply. “I love you, Spencer,” you say, your voice filled with emotion as you turn to press a gentle kiss to his lips. 

“I love you too,” he says, bringing your entwined hand up to kiss your knuckles. “So, so much.”

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated ♡

@sadroses98

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[reidcoffeemoon]

What was the reason to look this damn hot?

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[thedelusionalbitchgianna]

*Spencer zoned out*

Derek: What are you thinking about?

Spencer: How long i'd survive if you suffocated me with a pillow.

Derek: What's wrong with you?

Spencer: Do you want a list?

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[de4dlyniightshade]

Thoughts on touch starved spencer with a touchy gf?

touch starved spencer my beloved!!!

he'd lovvvveeeeeee it like he hates admitting what he wants because he doesn't want to seem needy or clingy but when he comes home after a long day and you're right at the door when he walks through it, immediately slinging around arms around his neck and hugging him close, pressing a kiss to his cheek, followed by another and another, inching closer to his lips before you can't help but messily kiss him, spencer sighing as you did as his hands moved to rest on your waist.

"missed you" you whispered against him before you pecked his lips, pulling away to look into his eyes, smiling sweetly as you let your hand trail down his body, biting down on your bottom lip as you palmed him through his clothes, revelling in the way his eyebrows twitched, lips parting slightly as his hands squeezed your waist.

"love touching you, spence, d'you like when i touch you, baby?" you teased, smiling at the way he nodded eagerly, licking his lips as you stroked his half hard cock through his clothes. "r-really needed you today" he practically whimpered, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your neck, letting out a relieved sigh as you touched him.

"aw you poor thing" you cooed as you unbuckled his belt, undoing his pants so you could slip your hand into his underwear to take his length into your hand, spencer whimpering at the slightest touch, his hips rolling into your hand as his hot breath fanned your neck.

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[forhappysake]

Teach Me

A/N: This is my first smut and it is LONG. Sorry y'all, I love a plot. Also, not totally proofread, xoxo.

Warnings: SMUT, professor!reidxreader, implied age gap, mentions of dementia, loss of virginity, bl0wjob, protected sex, use of nicknames (good girl), sub!reader/dom!spencer if you squint

The fact that you’d managed to get into Dr. Reid’s criminology class was an absolute stroke of luck on your part. You’d stayed up until midnight, eagerly waiting for your round of registration to unlock, and you’d immediately submitted your requests and refreshed the page until you got confirmation. You were elated. You had read so much about the young doctor, only in his mid-30s, who had multiple doctorates and over a decade of FBI experience. You were fully aware that taking his class would elevate your resume, not to mention that he was quite easy on the eyes.

Of course, that last part was just the consensus around campus. He polled “hottest professor” on social media every year since he’d arrived. You stared at his professor profile on the university’s website. The picture was undoubtedly a couple of years old, with brown curls atop his head and a cleanly shaven face. However, you’d heard from lots of the older majors that he’d aged like fine wine. With that in mind, you shut your computer before crawling into bed for the night. This semester can not end fast enough, you thought. 

*Seven weeks later*

Returning from Christmas break was never easy, but knowing you were going into Dr. Reid’s class made things that much easier. It was your last class of the day, from 3:00 - 4:15, and you knew you’d soak up every minute of it. Though after surviving two other earlier classes and multiple rounds of icebreakers with your new classmates, you were starting to lose your initial excitement at what Dr. Reid’s course may hold.

You walked into the lecture hall, noting an empty seat about three rows from the front. Claiming the seat as your own, you pulled out your new notebook and a red pen, scribbling the date and course number at the top of your page. You checked your watch: 2:58. You couldn’t help but tap your foot impatiently as your fellow students filtered into the room.

After a few more moments passed, the side door in the lecture hall opened, and Dr. Reid walked out in front of the room. He didn’t look up at the students, whose murmuring had gone silent the moment he entered. Instead, he turned his back to the group as he wrote his name and the course number on the whiteboard. 

He turned back around, this time scanning the students in the hall before clearing his throat. “Good afternoon, my name is Dr. Reid. I’ll be your professor for this course.” He paced around for a moment before coming to a stop and leaning himself back onto the desk. He looked a bit different from his faculty picture. His brown hair had grown out, allowing you to see more of his curls. His once clean-shaven face had evolved into stubble, and the rings around his eyes looked a bit darker. However, you couldn’t argue, he had aged well. 

“First thing’s first, the university requires that I take roll call for the first three weeks of the course.” You waited for him to fumble around on the computer or take up a piece of paper with all of your names on it. Surprisingly, Dr. Reid began calling out names from memory without picking up a roster. “Riley Anderson?” 

“Here,” a light-haired boy in the back of the class said, waving his hand. 

The back and forth of Dr. Reid calling names and students replying went on for another minute before he came to your name, “Y/N Y/L/N?”

You raised your hand and offered a small smile, “Here.” He looked up at you and smiled back. As you looked away, you could feel his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he cleared his throat and continued, making quick work of the rest of the roll call before starting the course. 

The first day’s lecture was relatively tame. Nothing too gruesome was discussed, and thankfully the young doctor didn’t make you play any more icebreaker games. Upon class dismissal, a large line of students eager to make nice with their new professor lined up at his desk. Though you had hoped to meet the doctor personally, you didn’t want to wait around after being on campus all day. You quickly gathered your books and shoved them in your backpack before walking up the stairs and leaving the lecture hall. 

As with all semesters, the work began to pile on quickly as you did your best to keep up. Most of your classes began to blend together. However, Dr. Reid’s class was always your first priority. There was something about him that made you feel the urge to make him proud of your work. Maybe it was the way he’d smile thoughtfully as you asked him questions during the lecture or the time he’d made extra office hours for you when you needed help with a paper. It could have even been the morning you’d bumped into him in the campus coffee shop and he’d paid for your drink. As you pondered this, laying in bed the night before your midterm, you couldn’t help but feel a little silly. He did these things for all his students, right? You did your best to quiet your thoughts before forcing yourself to sleep the night before your exam. 

The next morning, you walked through campus with a certain confidence in your step. Though you had never been a great test-taker, you were confident that you were going to do well on Dr. Reid’s midterm. He’d even been so kind as to offer you a study guide, which you had been working through over the last week. You were prepared, but as you approached the lecture hall, you could see that your classmates weren’t feeling so confident. 

A young boy sat by the door, frantically scanning his handwritten notes in a last-minute attempt to memorise information. Several others followed suit.

Dr. Reid came around the corner, exams in hand. “Good morning, Y/N,” he said with a bright smile. “Are you ready for the exam?”

“Born ready, Doc,” you joked, following him into the lecture hall and settling into your seat. Dr. Reid passed out the exams. Just as you suspected, you finished without a hitch. You dropped the paper on his desk and he offered you a small smile as you turned and left the lecture hall. 

You made your way to the library to study for your fifth and final midterm. You chose your typical spot in the corner of the room, hidden behind a large bookshelf. As you settled into study, you put your headphones in. As you dove into your reading, you became oblivious to the world around you. An hour passed, and it was only when you felt a tap on your shoulder that you were pulled from your work. 

You turned to face whoever had tapped you, and you failed to hide your surprise when you were met with the dark eyes of Dr. Reid. “Oh, hey!” you said, trying to be casual as you paused your music and took your headphones off. “What are you doing here?”

He looked down at you from his standing position, offering an awkward shrug. “I’m not sure, really. I guess I just thought I might find you here.” 

You furrowed your brow. “Is something wrong? Did I mess up on the exam?” 

Dr. Reid shook his head, tucking his hands in his pockets. “Goodness, no. You did wonderful. The grade is already in, actually.” “Oh,” you mumbled, smiling a little at his compliment. “Well then, what’s up?”

He stumbled around for a second, working up the confidence to utter his next sentence. “I was wondering if you were free tonight.” 

Your eyebrows raised and you felt your jaw drop a little. Was this happening? “Uh… f-for what?” you asked, trying not to get your hopes up. 

He pulled his hands from his pockets, fiddling with his tie as he shook his head. “Ah, you know, this was silly of me. I should go,” he turned to turn from you, but you reached out and grabbed his hand before he could walk away. 

“For what?” you asked again, ignoring his previous comment. You locked eyes with him, trying to read his expression.

He stood up a little straighter, your obvious interest seemingly bolstering his confidence. “I’ve been working on an article for a journal publication here at the university. I was wondering if you’d be willing to look it over for me,” he said. There was silence for a moment before he added, “I will also be cooking a new pasta recipe I found, and I would like it if you would stay for dinner after that.”

You felt a small smile creeping on your face, but you tried to contain your excitement. However, you could tell from the blush growing on his cheeks that he noticed. “I would love to do that, Dr. Reid. If you could send the address to my personal email, I would be more than happy to be there in-” you looked down at your watch, “roughly an hour.” 

A smile spread over his face, “Great. I’ll do that right away.” He looked around the library for a moment before he seemed to realize where he was, snapping back to reality. “Right, well, I’d better go straighten up my place a bit. I’ll see you soon, Y/N.” With that, Dr. Reid turned from you and headed for the library door. He glanced back at you once, the blush on his cheeks evident as he walked out onto the quad. 

—

After Dr. Reid’s departure from the library, you quickly gathered your things and rushed to the parking lot, making quick work of the drive back to your apartment. You jumped in the shower and rinsed the day off yourself before drying off and standing in front of your closet. 

You examined your clothing choices. This wasn’t a date, was it? Maybe you should go with business casual… or should you choose something a bit more scandalous? Scandalous seemed to be the winning choice. If anything, you could lie and tell him you were going out after leaving his place. He wouldn’t think anything of it, right?

You settled on a shorter black dress that had a low-cut top. It exposed the tops of your breasts in a way that wasn’t wildly distasteful but wasn’t too subtle, either. You decided to skip on the underwear for the evening, the idea of being exposed underneath your dress enough to excite you. You’d never been with a man before, and you figured tonight wouldn’t necessarily be any different. You might as well have some secret fun of your own. 

Checking your watch, you realized you were running short on time. You dashed back out the door to your car. Checking your phone, you saw he’d emailed you as he promised: 

From: Spencer Reid Here’s the address you asked for, along with my apartment number. I look forward to seeing you soon.  -S.R.

You couldn’t help but smile as you entered the address into your car’s GPS before taking off. The fifteen-minute drive felt like an hour as you tried not to let yourself get too nervous. You entered the lobby of his apartment building, catching the elevator to the fourth floor. 

“Apartment 424,” you mumbled to yourself as you stepped off and walked down the aesthetically lit hallway. The carpeted floor was pristine, and the view from the window at the end of the hallway told you that living in this building was not cheap. You shook the thoughts from your head as you reached the last apartment in the hallway, closest to the window. This is it, you thought, don’t fuck it up. 

You knocked twice and stopped to listen for any motion on the inside. You swore you could hear the soft lull of classical music from behind the door, and you suddenly heard footsteps fast approaching. The dark wooden door swung open, unveiling the wild curls of Dr. Reid. “Y/N!” he said, a smile spread wide across his face, “I’m so glad you’re here. Please, come in.” He stepped back from the door, ushering you into the room. 

“Thank you, Dr. Reid.” You stepped inside, examining the room around you. It fit his personality wonderfully. The green paint on the walls was accented by large bookshelves and dark furniture. You smiled when you noticed the lack of a television and instead, a record player sat in front of the sofa. “You have a lovely apartment, Dr. Reid,” you whispered, in awe of the way his personality was infused into the design of the place. 

He furrowed his brow at you, tucking his large hands into his pants pockets once more. He must be nervous. “I appreciate that. But please, call me Spencer.”

“Spencer,” you said, testing how the name felt in your mouth. “I can do that.” He smiled at you before gesturing to the couch, offering you a place to sit. You followed his lead, sitting on the far end of the couch as he perched in the middle. You felt him watching you closely, so you turned to look at him. 

Spencer noticed that you’d caught him staring, so he cleared his throat to diffuse the awkward silence that had fallen over the room. “Here’s that piece I’ve been working on, if you’d still like to look over it.” He leafed through some files on the table before pulling out a thick stack of papers, held together by a large paperclip. 

You took the article from him. “Twenty-seven pages front and back? That’s quite the article, Spencer,” you joked, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. 

He blushed sheepishly. “You don’t have to read it all if you don’t want to. I just thought that-” 

You waved your hand, cutting him off. “Of course, I am going to read it all. I’ll get started right away if you want to go work on something else.”

“Actually, I think I’m going to start that recipe I mentioned if you’re still interested in dinner,” he rose from the couch, watching for a sign of your approval. 

You looked away from the papers to smile up at him, “Certainly, thank you.”

As he walked away, you continued scanning the papers he had given you. You weren’t sure why he wanted you to review it, you could find no issues. You let out an audible sigh, which Spencer heard from the kitchen. 

“Are you doing okay?” he asked. 

“Oh, yes! I’m not sure why you wanted me to look over this. It’s flawless,” you said, sounding almost disappointed. 

“I would take that as a compliment if you didn’t sound so let down,” he said jokingly, a nervous tinge in his voice. 

You shook your head, “I feel that I wasn’t much help.” 

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’ve been a great help on this project. In fact, the questions you asked about the behavior of female abusers in class were what got me thinking about this in the first place.”

A blush spread over your face, “Really?”

He smiled, trying not to make it too obvious that he noticed the blush on your cheeks. “Really. You’re easily my best student. Your drive is unmatched, and your work is some of the best undergraduate writing I have ever seen. You should consider graduate school if you aren’t already.”

I shrugged at his words. “I’m trying not to get ahead of myself. We’ll see where life takes me, I reckon.” Spencer nodded before padding back to the kitchen, checking whatever he had put together in the oven. Almost on cue, a kitchen timer dinged, letting him know creation was complete. 

He pulled an oven mitt onto his large hand and pulled the dish out of the oven, setting it carefully on the stovetop before he turned back to you. “If you’d like to come sit at the kitchen table, I’d be happy to serve you.” You did as he requested, picking one of the two seats set at the table. Two glasses of wine were readily poured and thick, black cloth napkins were placed at each chair. You spread the fabric over your lap, noticing the careful vines embroidered along the trim. 

“Are these hand-embroidered?” you asked. 

Spencer nodded, “My mother used to live with me. She enjoys doing that sort of thing. I came back one day and she’d done these floral patterns around the edges.” He held up his cloth, gently tracing his finger along the vines and flowers. 

Despite your evident interest in her handiwork, you couldn’t help but wonder about his mother. “Your mother used to live with you?” you asked. “Where is she now?”

Spencer sighed as he looked down, gently laying his cloth across his lap as you had done moments before. “She stays in a nursing facility where they can give her the attention and care she needs. Between working at the university and consulting on cases for the Bureau, I wasn’t doing enough.” As he looked up at you again, you could hear the implication of his final statement: I wasn’t enough. 

You reached for the hand he’d placed back on the table, gently covering it with your own. “I’m sure you did everything you could for her. I’m certain she knows how much you care for her.” 

He offered you a sad smile, turning his hand up under yours and gently wrapping his fingers around your hand. “Thank you, Y/N.” Spencer trailed off, seeming to zone out for a minute as his eyes glazed over. You gently pulled your hand away from him, bringing him back to reality. 

“Well, uh,” he cleared his throat, rising from the table. “We can’t have dinner without the food, how silly of me.” Spencer gently picked up the dish from the counter, setting it on the table in front of you. You examined the dish of pasta. “May I?” Spencer asked, scooping up a healthy spoonful. 

“Sure, thank you,” you picked up your plate, offering it to him. He placed a large helping of food on your plate along with a piece of bread before passing it back to you. You waited for him to serve himself and get reseated before you took a bite. “Oh my god,” you mumbled. 

Spencer’s eyes shot up from his plate as he dropped his fork on his placemat. “What’s the matter?”

You shook your head, eyes wide in amazement. “This pasta is incredible. Where did you find this recipe?” 

Spencer’s shoulders relaxed and he let out a small laugh of relief. “Oh, I got it from a coworker. He’s a true Italian – cooks this sort of thing all the time.” 

You lifted the glass of wine he’d set out for you earlier. “Cheers to this mysterious coworker and your ability to replicate authentic Italian cuisine.”

He mirrored your movements, and your glasses gently clinked together. You locked eyes with him as you both took sips of your drinks. Something about the moment was wildly intimate and laced with flirtation. 

You forced yourself to look away, examining the cloth on your lap. “So, uh,” you stuttered, “are you looking forward to the end of the semester?”

Spencer took a bite of his pasta, mulling this over for moment. “Well,” he started, “yes and no. How about you?” He looked you over. You wondered if he was trying to profile you based on his careful examination of your body language and facial expressions. 

You chose to shrug, “Yes and no.”

“Why’s that?” he asked. 

“Oh, I’m not sure. There are some classes I’ll miss. Yours, of course.” 

He smiled shyly, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should. I love your class, but it’s really more than that,” you mumbled, refusing to make eye contact as you fiddled with the hem of your dress. 

He quietly rose from the table and approached your side, looking down at you carefully. “Tell me,” he whispered. He leaned down to you, putting a hand under your chin and forcing you to look at him. He placed his large hands on either side of your face, as one of his thumbs gently caressed your cheekbone. “Tell me if I’m reading this wrong,” he whispered. His dark eyes scanned your own. “Tell me if I’m reading this wrong and we can forget this. We’ll never talk about this again.” 

You swallowed nervously. “You’re not reading this wrong,” you answered quietly. You brought one of your hands up to cover one resting on your face. 

You rose from your seat and he followed suit. He stood several inches taller than you, adding to the strange power dynamic between the two of you. 

He lowered his hands, running them over your shoulders and down your arms until he slipped his hands around your hips, holding you in place in front of him as he looked at you. You could see the way he held himself back from you. He was trying to decide just how far he should go. 

You sighed and reached for him. “I’m not made of glass, you know,” you whispered jokingly, hanging your arms loosely from his neck to pull him a bit closer to you. He complied, leaning over you silently as your words hung in the air between you. 

“This entire situation is delicate,” he said in a serious tone. “I just don’t want to overstep.” 

“Spencer,” you laughed. “I’m standing in your apartment, calling you by your first name. Your hands are wrapped around my hips. I’m hanging off your neck. Don’t you think we’ve already overstepped?” 

He considered this for a second, looking around the room. “I suppose. What are you thinking?” he asked genuinely, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. 

“I’m thinking,” you said, pressing your body against his, “that I would love to push some more boundaries with you.” 

As much as he tried to deny it, he found himself giving in to you. Spencer closed his eyes, letting the scent of your perfume flood his senses. “You have no idea how long I’ve thought about this,” he whispered. 

“Tell me,” you pressed a gentle kiss to his neck. He leaned back, allowing you full access.

“Fuck-” he murmured, “I noticed you from the beginning. You…” His words trailed off into a groan as you gently sucked on his neck. He ran a hand down your body, pressing you against him with a large hand on the small of your back. “You’re always so attentive, so eager to learn.”

You hummed in agreement, continuing to trail your lips up and down his neck. “Is there anything else you can teach me?” you whispered dangerously close to his ear. 

He pulled away, placing a gentle hand around your waist, guiding you into the hallway of his apartment. “Where are we going?” you asked. 

“My bedroom,” he said. His hand tightened around your waist as he reached for the door. 

The two of you stumbled inside, unable to keep your hands off each other. You found yourself falling backwards on his bed as he leaned over you, catching your lips in a kiss once again. You ran your hands through his soft curls and thought of all the times you’d berated yourself for imagining this exact moment. This couldn’t be happening. 

“I’m not going to go easy on you,” he mumbled against your lips. You felt a tinge of anxiety. Was now the time to tell him you really had no idea what you’re doing? He ran his hands up the back of your thighs, lifting the hem of your dress and revealing your lack of underwear to him. “No underwear?” he asked, smile evident on his lips as he leaned over you, leaving your back pressing against his clothed chest. 

You blushed, trying not to let on that you’d secretly been praying for this to happen all evening. Of course, Spencer already knew that. You were putty in his hands. 

He lifted himself off of you, and you rolled over to face him as he stood over you. “Stand up,” he said. You did as you were told, rising in front of him. You stayed still as he circled you a moment, almost as if you were some kind of prey. Spencer found the zipper to your dress. He rested his hand on it for a moment, leaning forward to offer you a soft kiss on the cheek. You took it as his way of asking for your consent, so you nodded, to which he immediately began unzipping the back of your dress. 

The black material fell from your shoulders and soon laid limply at your feet. Spencer let out a quiet moan as he turned you around to face him. You were completely bare before him. “My god, Y/N,” he mumbled. 

His lips attacked yours as he pushed you back on to the bed, your dress forgotten on the floor as his hands explored your body. He placed both his hands around your breasts, squeezing them gently as he began kissing down your neck. Spencer’s descent down your body continued with the utmost purpose, as you saw him lowering himself off the bed and down on to his knees in front of you. 

“W-what are you doing?” you asked nervously. 

Spencer looked up from your body to meet your eyes. “I want to taste you,” he said, matter of factly. 

As hot as the statement was, you couldn’t overcome the insecurity and anxiety that had seeped into your mind. In one flash, the confession fell from your lips. “I’ve never done this before,” you whispered, voice barely audible. 

Spencer stopped immediately, completely removing his gaze from your naked figure to focus on your face. He rose from his knees and sat himself on the edge of his bed. “You’ve never had sex before?” Spencer asked gently, looking you in the eyes the entire time. 

You nodded, suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable in front of him. “I probably should have disclosed that sooner. I’m sorry, I know it’s a major turn off,” you started to sit up, reaching for your dress on the floor. As you did, Spencer grabbed your wrist, forcing you to stop and look at him. 

“Quite the opposite, actually,” he said. 

You furrowed your brow at him. “Really?” 

He cupped your face with his hands, gently tracing the edge of your jaw with his thumbs. “I know our situation isn’t the most conventional, but if you let me, I promise I’ll take care of you.”

You bit your lip in anticipation. “Okay,” you nodded. 

“Okay,” he whispered. “I want you to lay back for me, and I’ll make you feel good.”

You couldn’t help but trust him as you laid back on to the bed. He dropped to his knees once more, running his hands over your thighs before pulling them apart, exposing you to him. Spencer lunged forward, licking an experimental stripe up your slit to gauge your reaction. You’d never felt anything like it before, and you couldn’t help but moan as he continued his movements, focusing his attention on your clit. 

“Spencer,” you groaned. Your hand found its way to his mess of curls, tugging sharply. He moaned into your center, the vibrations nearly sending you over the edge. “I-I’m close,” you whined, continuing to hold the back of his head. 

You heard him speak from between your legs, “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.” Spencer dove back into your core, wrapping his lips around your clit. 

A sudden intrusion caused your legs to jerk, and you realized he’d inserted a finger into you. The mixture of the wonderful pressure he was placing on your bundle of nerves and the new sensation of his finger thrusting inside you sent you over the edge. You came hard, loosing your grip on the back of his head as you did. 

Spencer remained on his knees, lapping up what he could of you release before he rose to meet you on the bed. “You’re such a good girl,” he said, placing a soft kiss on your forehead as he laid next to you. 

You hummed in satisfaction, forcing yourself to open your eyes. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face. You couldn’t help but notice the sinful amount of clothes that were still on his body. You expressed this by tugging gently on his tie, “Why am I the only one who’s naked?” 

Spencer chuckled. “We can fix that,” he said, rising from the bed. He made quick work of his tie, and undid the buttons on his dress shirt as you watched in awe. As Spencer shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, you took in his physique. Though thin and tall, his muscles were pronounced. You noted a few scars scattered about his figure, and wondered if you could get him to tell the stories behind them. His voice brought you out of  your thoughts. “You’re staring,” he said as he slowly undid his belt. 

You shrugged from your position on the bed, “I like what I see.” 

He let out a quiet laugh as he discarded his belt on the floor next to the bed, the hard leather hitting the floor with a loud thunk. Spencer peeled his pants off his legs, neatly folding them and setting them on a dresser next to the door. You couldn’t help but notice the large tent in his boxers, and found yourself wondering what exactly he was hiding under there. 

Before you could stop yourself, you slid off the bed and stood in front of him. He raised an eyebrow at you, indicating his confusion as you dropped to your knees in front of him. “What do you think you’re doing?” he said with a tinge of humor in his voice. 

“Returning the favor,” you said shyly, not wanting to meet his gaze. 

A large hand came to rest gently on your head as he ran his fingers through your hair, “You don’t have to do this, you know. This is about you.”

You shook your head, finally mustering up the courage to look up at him. “I want to. I want you to teach me,” you whispered. 

That statement was enough to bring an end to his objections. Spencer smiled down at you with a sigh, “Pretty girl. Go ahead.” You smiled happily at the compliment and the permission to continue. You placed a few simple kissed above the hem of his boxers before locking your fingers under the seam and pulling them down completely. Spencer assisted by stepping out of his boxers, and he stood completely bare in front of you. You stared at his figure once more, eyes wide at the sight of him. His length was intimidating, especially for someone as inexperienced as yourself. You were unsure of how to proceed. 

Spencer leant down quietly and took your hand from his thigh, moving it to wrap around the base of his cock. “Now, just move your hand back and forth until you find a rhythm,” he encouraged. Like a student eager to please, you followed his instructions. After a moment he spoke again, “You’re doing so good, pretty girl.” 

You weren’t sure if it was your need to praise him or the flash of unadulterated lust you felt at that moment, but you leaned forward and slid the tip of his dick into your mouth. Spencer looked down at you through hooded eyes, the silent act urging you to continue. You opened your throat the best you could, sliding him further into your mouth until you couldn’t anymore. You wrapped your hand around the rest of him and, in time with the bobs of your head, stroked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. 

“Y/N,” Spencer groaned from above, placing an encouraging hand on the back of your head. He held your hair tightly. “Relax, baby,” he murmured. You slowed your movements so that he could fuck your throat at his own pace. You could tell he was holding himself back for your sake, and your heart swelled at how gentle he was trying to be during such a filthy act. 

You closed your eyes, becoming accustomed to the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat, timing your breaths to the thrust of his hips. Suddenly, you felt the hold on the back of your head let up as Spencer pulled completely out of your mouth. “I’d love to keep doing that,” he said, out of breath, “but there are other places I’d like to finish tonight.” 

You blushed at the implication of his words. He reached a hand out to you, helping you stand up from the ground and pulling you into a passionate kiss. Spencer’s tongue entered your mouth as he moaned into the kiss, hands exploring your figure as he pushed you back towards the bed. You let yourself fall, the soft mattress greeting you as Spencer continued kissing you. 

He reached a hand down between the two of you, taking a hold of one of your thighs and spreading your legs open for him. Spencer pulled away from the kiss, meeting your eyes. “Do you still want to do this?” he asked. 

You nodded. “I want to do this with you, Spencer.”

“You have to be vocal,” he said, continuing to look down at you. “I want you to tell me what you feel and what you need.”  You agreed.  

He kissed you gently once more before guiding his hand in between your legs, pushing a single finger into your opening. Spencer thrusted the digit in and out of you slowly, allowing you to get used to the feeling. “Do you think you can take another one?” he asked quietly. 

You nodded, “Yes.” He gently pulled his fingers out of you, the next intrusion stretching you more than the last. He worked his index and middle fingers in and out of your opening as you moaned under him. 

After another minute, he pulled away from you. “You’re doing so good,” Spencer encouraged. He gave himself a couple quick strokes as he reached over to his side table, pulling a condom out of the drawer. He slid the condom over himself and positioned both your legs on either side of his body, lining himself up with your entrance. “Remember, you have to tell me what you’re feeling. Okay?” 

He rubbed soothing circles on your thigh with one hand as he gently rubbed his cock up and down your folds, collecting your wetness. You whimpered as Spencer pressed his tip into your entrance, body jerking inadvertantly as he continued to enter you. He peppered your collar with kisses as he continued. There was a small tinge of pain which brought tears to the corner of your eyes, but the pleasure was overriding the minor discomfort you felt. After fully entering you, he paused, allowing you to adjust.  

“How does it feel?” he asked. Your eyes, which had been squeezed shut, fluttered open at his voice. 

“Spencer-” you stuttered, “m-move. Please.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling himself back and entering you slowly once again. 

“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned above you. You couldn’t respond, too focused on the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you to begin to form a reply. “I wish you could see yourself right now,” he whispered, peppering your cheeks with kisses, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

You moaned at his praise, and you felt yourself tightening around his cock. “You like it when I tell you how good you’re doing?” Spencer asked, a mischievous smirk rising to his lips. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N. You’re taking me so well,” he punctuated the final two words with sharp thrusts of his hips.

Between the words coming out of his mouth and the consistent movement of his hips, you knew you wouldn’t last long. You moaned, dragging your fingernails down his chest in an attempt to let him know. “Words, baby,” he encouraged. 

“I-” you groaned, “I’m gonna cum.” 

Spencer nodded, lifting himself up on his right arm to create some distance between you. “Hold on for me, one second.” He snaked a single hand down your torso, reaching your clit. He began drawing tight circles on your clit, causing your legs to shake as you tightened around him. Spencer leaned down to you and pressed his body against yours, “Let go, I’ve got you.”

With his permission, your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. Your back arched off the bed as you squeezed your eyes shut, Spencer’s name falling off your lips. Driven by the feeling of you constricting around his cock, Spencer drove one final thrust into you, pushing himself in to the hilt. 

You felt an unfamiliar sensation as he finished into the condom inside of you, lips parted in a silent groan as he held himself above you, staring deep into your eyes. “Good girl,” he whispered one more time as he collapsed on top of you. You both laid there for a second in a futile attempt to catch your breath. He leaned up, placing a soft kiss on your lips before he pulled out of you, causing you to moan at the sensation. “I’ll be right back,” he said. 

You heard him exit his bedroom, and the sound of water running drew your attention to the bathroom. A moment later, Spencer reentered the bedroom. “Come on, baby. Let’s get cleaned up.” It was then you became aware of the amount of sweat coating your body, as well as the wetness coating your inner thighs. You accepted his outstretched hand as he lead you to his bathroom, allowing you to sink into the bathtub before he followed suit. He climbed in behind you, allowing you to lean back against him. “How do you feel?” he asked. 

You turned your head to look at him, “I feel great.” You sat in silence for a second, a smile spreading across your face. 

“What?” Spencer asked. 

You shook your head, covering your face before letting out a small giggle. 

Spencer’s smile mirrored your own. “C’mon now, what is it?”  

“I guess you did have a lot to teach me, Dr. Reid.” You turned to look at him, eyes meeting for the first time since entering the bathtub. 

Spencer pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, lips dangerously close to your ear. “Believe me, there’s lots for you to learn, if you’re interested.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you asking me on a date, Doc?” 

He sighed, leaning back against the bathtub. “Sure am.”

“Maybe next time, we’ll actually make it through dinner and get to dessert,” you said with a laugh. 

“I don’t know,” he said, leaning around to look at you. He lowered his voice, “Now that I know what you taste like, you’re my favorite dessert.”

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Beg

Spencer Reid x F!Reader (18+)

Description: Spencer has been working away on a case for 2 weeks. By the time you both see eachother again, you are so lustful for one another. You can’t help but touch yourself over the phone to him - you are willing to take the punishment for not waiting until he is home. 

Word count: approx. 1500

Content: bl0wjob, f!oralrecieving, PinV, Unprotected, Dirty talk, Hair Grabbing, cvm swallowing, name calling, rough sex, dom!spencer

authors note: apologies if this is too graphic.. looking back i can’t believe i wrote this lol! oh well… this one is truly for the horned up ones ig hehe 🤭

Need grows over time… but lord, you were desperate for spencer. You were desperate for his touch, lips and cock. This had been your longest time away from him since you both met. With Spencer being away working a heavy case - you hadn’t had his attention or sex in a while. Longer than you are used to. Your hormones have been raging lately putting your sex drive at an all time high. However, knowing Spencer was on his way home to you now… you were practically panting at the thought of him. 

Your phone rang out. You leaped onto the bed, grabbing the phone and answering the call. You smiled as you heard Spencer mumble hello. You had missed him dearly after he hadn’t called you very much. You loved his voice… especially when it was full of moans. 

“Hey, Spence” you sighed.

“Bad news, I'm stuck in traffic, baby.”

You fell back onto the bed, letting out a groan. Why was life so cruel to do this to you? Just as the man you want most is on his way to you, yet again something prevents it. Spencer began rambling about how much he misses you and how you shouldn’t worry because it won't be too long… hopefully

“Hopefully it isn't Spence” you smirked, “i will just have to start without you”

Your hand trailed down to the waistband of your pants. You began to tease yourself, just like Spencer would. You let out a pleasurable sigh at the feeling of your clit being rubbed… slowly. You heard Spencer huff into the phone.

“Oh i hope you aren't doing what i think you are doing Y/N” he grumbled lowly. 

You moaned quietly, “what do you think i’m doing Spencer”

“I think you are being a little brat” he paused briefly, listening to the way your breath hitched as he called you a ‘brat’ 

“How come Spencer baby?” you teased, biting your bottom lip as your circular motions picked up speed a little more. 

“Because you are touching yourself when i am not there” he growled

“And what are you going to do about it?” you pause, playing your cards right before making your final move, “Dr Reid…”

Abruptly the phone call ended. You giggled knowing you pushed him to the edge. You leaned your head back from the pleasure you received in your dirty actions. As you did so, the door to your shared bedroom swung open. Your eyes widened as you were caught in the act from spencer. 

“That wasn't so smart was it now Y/N?” he slowly approached you, like you were prey and he was a predator. He was calculated and dangerous. He wanted to punish you and you knew it. 

You shook your head, sitting up. As you did he took his hand under your chin gently, forcing you to look up at him. He leant down to kiss the side of your temple. It was gentle and kind. Before pulling away, Spencer hovered near your ear. 

“Stand up and get on your fucking knees infront of me” he whispered, you did as he ordered. 

As you stood up, you watched him take his trousers off in front of you. You got to your knees and saw his hard leaking cock, precum gathering at the tip. You felt wetness pool at your core, soaking your panties. Spencer ran his hand into your hair before grabbing a fistful and forcing you to look at him. 

“Look what your dirty phone call did to me Y/N,” Spencer looked down at you as you smirked at the effect you had on him, “suck it” he called out to you.

Your hand gripped his long cock, looking up to gaze at him. You opened your mouth, licking Spencer from the base of his cock to his tip. You watched him suck in a harsh breath as you swirl your tongue around his tip to clean up the salty precum. You smirked at him before spitting onto his cock. As soon as you did so, Spencer gripped your hair and forced his dick into your throat with one thrust. You gripped the base of his cock, trying to steady his eagerness. You began bobbing your head as your other hand fondled his balls, causing him to whimper at your touch. You sucked on his tip, knowing it drove him wild as you moved your hand up and down working the base of his cock. Spencer moaned and panted as he grew closer to his climax. Spencer began fucking your throat, causing you to moan with your lips around his cock. It sent Spencer over the edge causing a stream of warm cum to shoot down your throat. 

“F-fuck Y/N” he stuttered.

You moved away from his cock, standing up and sitting yourself onto the bed. Spencer removed his shirt and walked towards you. Pushing you back, he crawled above you. Spencer kissed your swollen lips before moving to leave a trail of wet kisses along your jawline and neck. Quickly, he removed your pants and shirt. Spencer smirked as he was met with your bare breasts, realizing you had worn no bra. 

Spencer began brushing soft kisses against them, you giggled as his nose tickled your abdomen. His mouth stopped just above your black lacy waistline. The corners of Spencer's mouth upturned as he watched you buck your hips and wriggle with want and need. 

“Look who is needy now,” he said softly. 

“Please- Spence” you whined. 

You moaned, watching him tear off your underwear with his pearly whites. Your hands tangled in his hair as he nipped at the skin of your thigh with his soft bite. You writhed and wriggled beneath him, feeling his hot breath hover above your core. Slowly, he began to kitten lick your clit. You cried out with pleasure as he pushed his tongue into you - using his wet long tongue to fuck you sensless. Spencer’s long fingers stimulate your clit, while yours tangled into his brown mop of curls while you grinded against his hot mouth. 

Abruptly, Spencer pulled away. You yearned for his touch again as you squirmed under him. Spencer gripped your thighs as he flipped you on your stomach. You arched your spine, pushing your naked ass further out to him - your body begging for his cock to be buried within you. You felt hands grip your hips and push you away from his dick. 

Spencer tutted, “if you are that desperate, then beg.” 

You trembled with need and desperation. 

“Beg Y/N” he called out

“Fuck please Spence” you panted gripping the sheets below you in anger of your desperate need

“What do you want Y/N?” he questioned, making you beg more. 

“Please Spencer, i want you to fuck me hard with your cock. I need you” you hurriedly begged, the want becoming too much for you. 

“Such a good pretty slut you are, Y/N” Spencer taunted.

You felt him line his length with your cunt. Spencer grasped your hips, pulling you back onto his cock roughly. He pounded you again. again. And again. Harsh breaths with lingering moans fell from both of your lips recklessly. You gripped the sheets, crying with pleasure from each deep thrust. Spencer peppered kisses onto your shoulder as he leaned over you, allowing his cock to enter you deeper and hit more sensitive angles. 

“You feel so good Y/N” he breathed into your ear

You tried to form a sentence back to him but he had you cockdrunk and senseless with each thrust. Your words were mumbles and stutters, a ball of pleasure beginning to knot in your stomach. You turned your head, allowing for Spencer to kiss you deeply as your tongues greeted each other. It was hungry and rough. Your lips were both messy and flushed.

You felt yourself grow closer and closer to your climax. Your walls clenched around Spencer's cock. You bit your lip, trying to suppress any more loud cries or whimpers at the mercy of your neighbors.

“Spencer i'm going to c-c-” your breathing hitched with every word, the words left aimlessly on your tongue

You couldn’t even finish your words until you came quickly onto Spencer. You heard him grunt behind you, letting out a stream of profanities as he too came with you. Spencer allowed himself to fill you up before he helped you off of his dick and laid your tired body onto the bed.

Your skin was flushed from the events and his was too. You both lay there trying to regain sense. You looked at Spencer, watching as his chest heaved up and down. You shifted your body closer to him, settling against his warm sticky skin from sweat. He brushed your sex hair out of your face and pressed a light kiss atop of your head.

“I love you Spencer” you whispered

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[sinfulspencer]

Aurora! Congratulations darling, on this incredible milestone! I am so proud of you. I cannot tell you how happy I am to have met you, you truly are a really good friend, I love you❤️

Now onto the smut, aka the natural progresses of our conversations…😏

Woman:

I think you know me well enough to already know that I want soft dom Spencer whispering fun stuff in my ear. I just want a nice little cuddle fuck on his couch and I want him to call me a good girl, that’s it, what else did you expect for me lmao?

(Dm me if you want, you know I’m happy to help, maybe draw you another stick figure lmao 😂)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: SoftDom!Spencer, Sub!Reader, praise kink, degradation kink, dirty talking, oral sex (male receiving, implied female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink 

Words: 2.9k

A.N: Hope you enjoy this, my dirty minded friend @gettingrailedbyreid. Big thank you to my girlfriend @sassymoon for editing this piece.

Aurora’s 3k followers celebration

“I was waiting for you.”

With my eyes still half-closed, I snuggled closer to Spencer as he tried to sit on the couch without crushing me. It wasn’t unusual for me to fall asleep while waiting for him, especially when he got stuck in traffic for a car crash not too far away from where we shared our apartment.

I wanted to stay awake for him so that I could’ve greeted him with a kiss on the lips, but unfortunately my tiredness got the best of me. However, Spencer didn’t seem to mind as he pushed my hair off my forehead to leave a kiss.

“I know you were.” - his lips brushed right above the bridge of my nose - “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“No, I’m glad you did.” - covering my mouth, I let out a yawn - “I haven’t seen you in two days.”

His features were relaxed as his eyes never left my face, even though I could feel he was exhausted. The dark circles around his eyes told me he didn’t sleep while he was working on the case, but he didn’t seem keen on talking about it - and I wasn’t going to pressure him to do so.

“I’m happy you’re back home.”

“You can’t even imagine how happy I am to be home with you.” - Spencer dragged his fingers over my cheeks, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip - “I’ve missed you.”

Leaning forward, I stole a kiss from his lips. “I missed you, too.”

Spencer brought his right hand on my back, caressing it with the tip of his fingers while his mouth never left mine. I could feel in the way he kissed me how much he missed me and how there was something unsaid lingering in the air.

Something that felt overwhelming even for him, in a moment like that. 

Spencer broke the kiss, surprising me. “What were you watching, baby?”

Shrugging, I bumped my nose against his. “Just an episode of Grey’s Anatomy, but I’ll finish it tomorrow. Now I want to be with you.”

“You can be with me and watch your favourite tv show at the same time.” - Spencer grabbed the remote from the floor - “I’m not going anywhere.”

Before I could answer, Spencer turned the tv back on and picked up the episode where I left it. I wasn’t really in the mood to keep on watching, mainly because his hands were distracting me and the warmth of his body was all I craved at that moment, but I couldn’t reply. 

No, I was too lost in the sound of his voice to care about the other voices chiming in the back from the tv. 

Cuddling against his chest, Spencer ran his fingers through my hair while I tried my best to focus on the scenes moving in front of my face. The characters faded away as my brain started to picture the way Spencer looked at me before kissing me, reminding me that what he wanted was obvious but he didn’t ask. 

Maybe Spencer was too tired to make love to me, maybe he was too upset because of the case he just worked on so I didn’t pressure him. 

Clinging to his shirt, I turned my face so that it was pressed to his chest. Spencer looked down at me but didn’t say anything, caressing my hair and enjoying my presence all around him. 

I couldn’t focus, I couldn’t think about the characters making out - all I craved in that moment was my boyfriend inside of me, kissing me, whispering to me how much he wanted me. 

Luckily, I had only ten minutes of the episode left so when the screen went black, I looked up at Spencer and stole the remote from his hands to turn off the TV. I didn’t want to watch anymore, I needed to be with him - in any way he wanted me to, in any way we could think of.

“Spencer?”

“Yes, baby?”

I looked up at him. “How was the flight back home?”

His eyebrows arched. “Uh, it went smoothly. I slept the whole time. Jennifer had to wake me up when we landed back in Quantico.”

Smiling, I gave him a kiss on the chin. “Good, I’m glad you rested before coming home.”

Silence fell in the room as Spencer processed my words. I realised they sounded quite wrong, but he didn’t seem to mind - actually, Spencer seemed amused by my choice of words. His lips twitched into a smirk that made my cheeks flush. 

“Why did you want me to get some rest? Are you planning on keeping me awake the whole night, baby?”

Playfully smacking his chest, I shook my head. I was lying through my teeth and I thought that it was obvious, especially because my cheeks were burning even more than before.

Nobody in the world was able to read someone’s mind, but after years together, Spencer could read mind. Or, he could read my body language perfectly - so he didn’t fail to notice the way I clenched my thighs together at the thought of making love to him the whole night.

Images that he put in my brain.

Images that flooded my mind before he came home, before I fell asleep. 

“Maybe. Would that be a problem, Doctor Reid?”

Spencer reacted at my words with a smile, tightening his grip on my waist before sliding his hands underneath the shirt I was wearing. 

“No, not at all. I had the same idea.”

Chuckling, I settled between his legs with my chest pressed to his. Spencer didn’t waste any time and kissed me, keeping his hands on my waist before using them to take off my shirt and throwing it on the floor. His actions didn’t surprise me, it was obvious where the situation was going. 

In the direction I craved, I hoped. 

“Wonderful, because I’ve waited a little too long…”

Spencer pulled away from my lips. “Yeah? Then, why don’t you show me how eager you are to have me, baby?”

He didn’t have to repeat himself, because I already knew what I wanted to do. Even though the couch wasn’t my favourite space to have sex on, I didn’t complain - all I wanted was to put my hands on his body and ruin him, show him exactly what I thought for the past few days without him. 

Spencer wasn’t surprised when my fingers unbuckled his belt. He lifted his lhips to help me take off his trousers and watched me carefully, praising me for looking so cute while doing something so naughty. I wasn’t even done, yet. I had barely started.

I wanted to take some time to watch his body reacting to my touch. 

Pulling his boxers down, I pressed a long kiss right above his Adam’s apple. Spencer threw his head back and released a strangled moan, rolling his hips when my hand brushed against his hard cock.

“I’ve missed you so much, Doctor.”

He hummed, tightening his grip on my wrist. “Me or my cock?”

I chuckled, pulling away from his face. “Both. Mostly you, though.”

Spencer looked at me, gently pushing me down between his legs. He didn’t answer my words, admiring me as I settled between his thighs and came close to what I’ve been craving ever since Spencer jumped on the couch. 

We were going to talk about everything after. 

At that moment, we needed to be with one another physically.

Wrapping my right hand around the base of his cock, Spencer released a long moan as he looked down at me with his eyes filled with lust. I held back my laugh, pressing another kiss right below his head before sliding my tongue all around it. Earning a hiss from him, I closed my eyes and finally gave in.

Spencer ran his fingers through my hair and pushed my head down, forcing me to take his cock into my mouth. 

“God, your mouth is fucking sinful.” - he whispered, lost in the pleasure I was bringing him - “That feels so good, baby.”

The praise was turning me on more than it should have. The mere idea of bringing Spencer pleasure was enough to almost push me closer to the edge, because that’s all I wanted to do. I needed to give Spencer pleasure, I wanted him to feel appreciated, worshipped, desidered, craved. 

Spencer pushed his hips forward, making me choke a little as his dick hit the back of my throat. He didn’t retract, he just watched a single tear slip down my cheeks and my eyes closing quickly. 

“Oh, is that too much for you? I thought you could take my cock inside your mouth, but I guess you can’t.”

His hand pressed me down more. My tongue swirled around his cock as the oxygen decreased, making it even more difficult to breathe and to focus. I didn’t care, I was lost in my desire to give him pleasure that I almost forgot to answer. 

I knew why he said those words, I knew he was mocking me.

I pulled back, massaging his cock with both my hands. “No, I can. I can take it, Doctor, I promise. I’m good.”

“I know you are, baby. You’re my good girl.” - Spencer said, bringing his other hand underneath my chin - “Come here, I need you.”

I didn’t hesitate, immediately losing the grip on his private parts and sitting on his thighs. If he wanted me to bring him pleasure with my own body, I was more than ready to do it. 

I missed being so close to him, I missed feeling his body underneath mine.

Spencer laughed at my eagerness as he tossed his own shirt off the couch. “You’re so desperate to have me, it’s pathetic.”

“Says the man who was almost ready to come down my throat while I sucked his dick.” - I mumbled, pushing his boxers down with my trembling fingers - “I’ll ask about how you’re feeling later, I promise.”

“Now you just need my cock inside of you, you just want to come.” - Spencer replied, bringing his hands up to my breasts - “I almost forgot how desperate you are to have me, baby.”

Humming, I raised my hips just enough to feel his cock press against my heat. “I guess I should show you exactly how desperate I am.”

Spencer didn’t have the time to answer me because I started to sink onto his cock, welcoming him inside of me with a low moan. His eyes never left my face while his hands dug into the soft skin of my hips, helping me to sit on his thighs. 

I placed both my hands on his chest, stabilising myself on top of him.

“You’re so big, fuck.” - I whined, almost collapsing forward - “I’ve missed you.”

Spencer couldn’t speak, I could see the veins in his neck straining and his chest heaving. He was holding back, he wasn’t producing the moans I’ve fallen in love with so I decided to give him a little push. I needed to know I was bringing him pleasure, I needed to understand if he wanted something differently.

Rolling my hips, I pressed my body forward so that my breasts were in front of his face. Spencer didn’t waste any time, grasping both of them in his hands and squeezing them harshly. 

“Doctor… You fill me up so fucking good. I’ve missed your cock so much.”

A long moan escaped from his lips, finally breaking the silence he fell in. 

Spencer looked up at me, pressing another kiss between my breasts. “Yeah? You like having my cock so deep inside of you, baby? You like being all mine?”

His words sent shivers down my spine, forcing me to move quickly on top of him. Rolling my hips, I threw my head back and pulled away from his mouth but Spencer followed me. With his teeth leaving marks all over my breasts, he gave in to the pleasure and moaned my name. 

I loved being his and I loved when he proved to me how excited I was to have him, to feel him, to be owned by the man underneath me. 

Raising his hips to meet mine, Spencer started to push inside of me. I stayed still, allowing him to use me however he pleased. The sounds he was making were beyond this world, bringing me even more pleasure than his actual actions. 

“You like it when I use you, don’t you baby? You like feeling all mine?”

I struggled to look at him, nodding my head. “I don’t feel yours. I am yours.”

Spencer dug his fingers into my waist, looking up at me. “That’s right, you’re all mine.”

I forgot about how tired I was. I forgot that my knees were burning due to the fabric of the couch scratching my skin. I forgot about how the neighbours could hear me moaning and whining in pleasure. 

All I needed at that moment was to feel him come inside of me, showing me how much he missed being mine and owning me. 

“Look at you, being a slut for me sitting on my dick. Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes, you feel so…”

I couldn’t even finish my own answer, collapsing against his chest while Spencer barely gave me the time to take a deep breath. He was pushing in and out of me at a quick pace, raising his hips so that he could fill me exactly how I needed. 

The pleasure was spiking within me, I could almost taste it. 

“Oh, you can’t even speak.” - Spencer chuckled, sliding his hands down my back to smack my ass - “You’re fucking pathetic, but I love it. I love when you get like this, just a good girl desperately riding my cock.”

I hid my face in the crook of his neck, struggling to follow the rhythm of his hips. I was getting close to the edge of my desire, my brain was completely empty as a chorus of moans and whimpers fell from my lips. 

I couldn’t speak, I was so lost in my own pleasure. 

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” - Spencer asked, pressing a soft kiss right below my chin - “Do you want to come all over my cock? Show me how much you missed me?”

I nodded, scratching his shoulders before pulling away from him and sitting on his thighs. His cock was still buried deep inside of me, moving in and out at a quick pace that brought me closer and closer.

“Y-Yes. Please, let me come. I need it, Doctor, please.”

“Go ahead, baby. Come for me.” - Spencer whispered, cradling my face with one hand before bringing it down to my waist - “Come for me, baby. Let me feel how much you adore being fucked like this.” 

His words and the way his hips hit mine over and over were enough to push me off the edge. Shocks of pleasure burned through my body as the orgasm washed over me, leaving me shuddering and whining on top of him. 

“So fucking perfect for me, baby. You’re all mine, only mine. My good girl.”

I didn’t know how he was able to speak at that moment, because I couldn’t even form a complete and coherent sentence. My whole body was burning with desire as the last drops of my pleasure spilled out all over the couch, between my legs, down his cock.

Spencer didn’t stop his movements, allowing me to ride the pleasure he was bringing me before he fell apart and joined me in the euphoria. His moans echoed inside of our living room, covering the squeaks of the couch underneath our weights. The warmth he filled me with almost brought me to tears, as I fell forward with my face hiding in his neck.

I’ve missed the sensation of being owned, of being his.

Spencer uttered my name one last time as he welcomed me in his arms, nudging his nose against my neck. 

Even if I didn’t see him, I knew he looked ethereal.

“I love you.” - I mumbled, closing my arms around his neck - “I love you so much.”

Spencer hummed with his lips pressed to my bare shoulder. “I love you more, baby.”

It took me at least five good minutes to come down from my high. My arms finally stopped shaking and my whole body came back to its normal temperature, though my heart was still beating rapidly against my ribcage.

Being so close to the man I loved and showing him how much I loved him were my favourite things to do, the only things that made me truly happy and made me feel appreciated, wanted, needed. 

Giving him pleasure was everything to me. 

Untangling myself from Spencer’s grip, I hopped off the couch. The essence of our desire dripped down between my thighs and I had to stop myself from collecting it, because I knew how much Spencer loved to watch the mess we’ve caused. 

So I turned around, picking my shirt off the floor. 

Spencer sat on the couch and brought his hands on my waist, staring at the liquids staining my skin. I looked at him for a brief second and I was almost down on my knees again for him: he had a satisfied smirk on his lips, the same smirk that made me fall on my knees for him too many times.

“Adorable.”

“Adorable? You came inside of me.” - I chuckled, turning around so that I was facing him - “You should clean me up, Doctor. You caused this mess.”

I barely had the time to release a strangled yelp when Spencer grabbed me by the hips and pushed me down on the couch again. 

“Oh believe me, I’m going to do more than cleaning you up.”

It felt good to have him home with me again.

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[strawbeerossi]

Baby Fever

Pairing: Wife!Reader x Husband!Spencer

Description: After seeing Henry and Spencer interact after the little boy wears an adorable Halloween costume, you know what you want from your husband more than anything else

Content/Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy and wanting to be pregnant, kissing, unprotective sex, penetrative sex, creampie, some cute banter.

Word Count: 2K

Kinktober Day Ten: Breeding

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It was currently Halloween, the team getting back from the case just a few short hours ago. You and Spencer had plans to go get something for dinner and then make your way home for a night filled with spooky movies and a bowl filled with candy that neither of you needed. Everyone was currently wrapping up what little bit that needed to be done when JJ was coming back into the bullpen, a wide smile on her face. “Attention everybody. As I’m sure most of you were aware, Henry was a little nervous about going trick or treating this year.” She’d clasped her hands together with a smile as the team was looking between each other in curiosity. “But he’s decided to go anyway.” She’d finished, David smiling. “Great. What changed his mind?”

“The BAU did. I told him that he should go out on Halloween and try to figure out which monsters are real and which ones are not.” She mused. “So he wants to be a profiler.” Derek smiled, hands in his pockets while JJ put her hand up. “Ah. He wants to be his favorite profiler.” She corrected while everyone was glancing at the open door of the bullpen when Penelope was bringing in a mini Spencer.

Henry’s costume idea was precious, you had to admit it. The whole idea of him being a profiler would be fun for him, however being a little Spencer?! You never thought you needed to see it this badly until you did. “Woah! Yeah! Oh wow, You look great, Henry!” Spencer was shooting up from his spot with a wide smile from excitement, the way his eyes had a little sparkle in them was enough to make you start to wonder.

Sure, you’d talked about children with your husband before, the both of you wanting a sweet little family in a sweet little suburb. However you never really put too much thought into it before now. Seeing Spencer excitedly kneel down to clip his nametag to Henry’s shirt and watching him get teary eyed in his admiration for his god son, this was all you needed to know that you were for sure ready for the next step.

After seeing the little boy off, the team was wrapping up their activities before everyone was making their way out of the building, leaving you and Spencer to go pick up something for dinner then you two decided on going home. Upon making it, you were in the kitchen of your shared apartment while putting the takeout meals on plates, Spencer trying to find some sort of Halloween movie to put on for your little tradition of festivities to begin. 

“Hey, Spencer.” You break the silence while carrying the plates to place them on the coffee table perched in front of the couch with other numerous treats. “I was thinking.. We wanted to wait a couple years for kids and.. We have been married for three years, child free.” You brought it up the only way you know how. “I guess what I’m saying is, I think we should start trying! I mean, you and Henry were so sweet today and it really got me thinking about more. What we don’t have yet.” 

Spencer had turned his attention towards you, a soft smile on his face as he let you initiate conversation. However as soon as you were mentioning kids, it was like his eyes lit up, body shooting up straighter. “You really wanna start trying? I’ve been wanting to since the day we got married but I know we agreed to wait.” He laughed a bit while offering a wide smile. “I’d love to have a baby with you, honey. More than anything else.”

His excitement filled you with relief, a smile matching his as you were letting your arms wrap around his shoulders. “Let's do it then! I mean, we are both financially stable and we are secure together. Let's bring a little Reid into the world.” You gushed. You were both cut off by the sound of Spencer’s stomach rumbling though, making the both of you giggle. “Maybe after dinner.” He teased, pressing a few soft kisses against your lips. 

You didn’t think you’ve ever gone through dinner so quickly in your life, the both of you doing good to clean up your dishes before Spencer was already attacking you in his embrace in  the kitchen, the both of you sharing kisses while standing in place. “Bed please.” You murmured while smiling as he obliged, grabbing your hand with a smile as he quickly led you off to your shared bedroom. 

There was without a missed beat, Spencer was easily lifting you in his arms before pressing his lips against yours, one that radiated pure love and care, his hands resting under your thighs as you were carried to the king size bed. Once on your back, you were bringing your hands to cup his cheeks while you were both lying in bed, tangled in one another’s embrace. “I love you so much.” His words were like sweet honey. 

“I love you so much.” The both of you parted briefly, Spencer moving to rest his hands on your hips, fingertips slipping slowly up your blouse as he was gently pushing it up your frame. His lips were pressing the sweetest of kisses against your warm skin, the both of you working together as you tugged the garment over your head.

His onslaught of pressing kisses against your skin trailing to your chest, his hands reaching behind you to remove your bra with the utmost care. His tongue was licking over your hardened nipple, a soft breath falling from your lips as you let your hands tangle in his hair. 

Spencer liked to take his time with you, hardly ever having days where he needed to get it over and done with. He preferred to savor the moment, to enjoy the intimacy that came with the act. As his lips were wrapping around the nub, he was taking his time to suck and flick his tongue, satisfied with the noises leaving your lips. After moving to switch breasts, his free hand was sliding down your stomach. You could feel all the heat rush between your legs as you knew exactly what was coming next. His hand had slipped past your pants and the waistband of your panties, hand cupping your wet pussy as he slowly lifted his head from your chest. “My pretty girl.” He whispered, your hands gently pulling him down to connect your lips while his hand was cupping your clothed cunt, feeling the heat of your arousal. 

He loved having this effect on you, the way that he could satisfy you and get you revved up by the smallest of touches. His eidetic memory worked out really well in that case, he memorized every curve and dip of your body, every touch that made you crave him more. 

His fingertip was teasing your slit, spreading around the slick before finding your clit. You knew that he wanted to take his time and play the long game but if you were honest, you were so desperate. 

“Please, Spencer..” You breathed while watching as he offered a soft smile. “You really wanna skip the foreplay?” He’d asked. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t bummed, wanting nothing more than to taste you, to drink up every ounce of sweetness that you had to offer him. 

“As much as I love when you take your time and cherish me, I just need you now.” If you were honest, you were just excited for the aspect to feel that familiar closeness. Spencer didn’t argue in the slightest, hand gently moving from your panties before he was sitting up slightly to tug your pants and underwear down in one swift movement, a smile on his face as he was stripping you bare for him. No matter how many times he’s seen you, it was like he’d never seen you before. His cheeks were red as he brought his hands to gently rub your hips. 

After a few moments of his eyes taking in the beauty in front of him, he was moving to stand so he could get himself undressed, getting himself naked while clumsily nearly falling on the bed when it came to his pants and boxers. It was silly, like you two were teenagers who finally had an opening to fool around without someone there to stop you both. 

His hands were gently taking a hold of your hips, tugging you down to the edge of the bed as he offered a smile. You both had been safe enough before, always having some sort of contraception at the ready. After your body had a bad reaction to the birth control you were on, he’d offered to wear condoms, not wanting to opt for a vasectomy due to his want for children. They could be reversed but he didn’t want to get one just to reverse it later.

“Ready?”

“Let’s make a baby.” 

Those words sent blood straight to Spencer’s cock. The idea of you being pregnant with your shared child, a symbol of your love and affection for each other, was a lot to take in. It was like his animalistic urges had started to break through the cracks. Licking the palm of his hand, the male was pumping his throbbing shaft to prepare himself before positioning himself at your leaking hole. 

Leaning down to press his lips to yours, it wasn’t long until his cock was disappearing inside of your soaked cunt, the both of you moaning against one another’s lips. Your hands came up to hold tight to his shoulders, pulling from the kiss slowly as you let your head fall back against the bed below you. 

Spencer’s hips rocked slowly at first, relishing in your little gasps and whines from the painfully slow pace. “You look so beautiful, always take me so well.” He breathed, hands rubbing your hips, just wanting to touch you more than he already was. The idea of your stomach swollen with his baby was just too much to bear, making his hips snap a little rougher against yours, which managed to catch you by surprise but you gripped his upper arms with a loud moan, head tilting back as the tip of his cock was hitting the spongey button deep inside of you. 

“You’re gonna look so sexy with my child inside of you. Gonna show the whole world that you are mine, that you are devoted to me.” The words were enough to elicit a moan besides his thrusts. As you could feel the familiar knot tightening in your stomach, you were gently tugging your husband down to have your chests pressed flush against one anothers. Now you weren’t usually the type to dirty talk but judging by how Spencer seemed to be turned on so much more when it comes to thinking of you being pregnant. 

“Fuck, fill me with your cum.” You panted, the words making his cock twitch inside of you as he was letting out an animalistic groan. “Want me to fill you up? Gonna get my pretty girl pregnant.” His tone was huskier now, a sign he was definitely just as close as you were.

Your pussy was convulsing around his thick cock, your head falling back as your mouth was agape. “I’m gonna cum.” You blubbered out, a whine leaving your lips as you could feel his thumb making contact with your throbbing, desperate clit. “Cum for me, baby. Want you to make a mess.” He breathed, giving a few more thrusts before both of you had managed to hit your peaks, the ropes of cum decorating your inner walls while Spencer’s body was collapsing on top of you. It wasn’t enough to crush you, one arm holding him up. 

“I’m just gonna.. Stay here for a minute..” He panted while you laughed breathlessly, your fingers gently threading through his hair as you closed your eyes.

“You know, it’s actually very rare to become pregnant from the first time having sex.” He began as he was pushing himself up slightly, his hair stuck to his sticky forehead. “I know.. You know, I feel like you’re gonna have to fuck me again.” You breathed, giggling at his reaction.

“We should’ve tried for a baby sooner.”

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[reidsdaisies]

spencer beggin to nut in u :3333

digital footprint doesn't exist.

(𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖)

༉‧´ˎ˗ paring; spencer reid x fem!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ content warnings; pretty boy cursing and moaning (🫠), 1 use of ‘y/n’, kinda sub!spence? (its always sub spence), unprotected p in v sex (don’t do this!), spencer begging to nut inside you (🫠 x♾️) but not breeding kink, creampie.

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; basically 0.6k

༉‧´ˎ˗ a/n; Aine, coming to my rescue for the second time!! right now i’m working on that post-prison spencer and i know everything takes me a while (i’m the #1 procrastinator ☹️) but this one’s gonna take me a little longer too because i really want to make it a longer fic which is something i suck at cuz again i’m the slowest b ever in every aspect of life but i’ve got big plans. ik for sure i’m gonna go back and forth wondering if its good enough but i’m gonna try something new and stick to it

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Spencer has his head tightly tucked away in your neck, heavily panting as he picks up the pace of his hips moving against yours, his dick thrusting into you. He is so lost in the feeling of it all, that oh-so-familiar and oh-so-intoxicating feeling of your cunt clenching tight around him. Repeatedly, he shamelessly moans your name, pressing sloppy kiss after sloppy kiss to your lips whenever he remembers he can pick his head up.

“Faster Spence, faster,” you moan, patting at his shoulder as you beg him for more, though it is clear that has been his plan all along.

“You’re so wet and- oh god- hot!” his voice cracks somewhere in the middle of his sentence, which just serves to turn you on impossibly more.

“You’re so fucking tight around me.” He bites, almost sounding angry though you know he’s feeling nothing more than pure ecstasy. His words are punctuated with an almost guttural moan from him. One of your hands finds its way up to his hair, tugging his face up that was just buried in the pillow beside your head and forcing him to look at you.

The two of you share a passionate kiss, this one different from the ones leading up to it. This time it’s more needy (if possible), executed with more purpose. He whines into your mouth, almost choking on your tongue as he rushes to pull back.

“I don’t think I can last much longer,” he whimpers against your lips, his face red, the heat from his desire scorching his skin, looking equally as defeated as he sounds, “please, baby, please, let me come inside.”

The furious pace he set of his hips falters slightly.

“Y/n!” He moans your name for the hundredth time tonight. “Please! I’m gonna come,” it’s a miracle such clear words are even able to come out of his mouth. To him it sounds like he’s speaking gibberish. His brain feels nonexistent at this point, he’s letting his body and deep carnal need for you take over him.

“Please, inside, lemme do it inside,” His voice sounds so broken, he’s so broken. His thrusts are noticeably sloppier, his breathing ten times heavier and more prominent in your ear as he’s fucking you at a pace you didn’t previously think him capable of.

Realizing he doesn’t have the strength to keep looking at you anymore, he just gives up, letting his head fall back to where it was a minute ago, planted in the soft, cloud-like feeling pillow beside your head.

“Then do it,” you moan, encouraging him to do just let go, fill you up. It doesn’t take a second after you give him the ok that he’s spasming, his mouth fallen open against your shoulder in a silent scream, as he fills you with his warmth.

Your orgasm is a blissful blur, the feeling of his cum being fucked back into you mixed with his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, albeit a bit shakily, sending you over the edge.

“Holy shit,” is all you manage to breathe out as your strained voice slowly starts to come back to you.

“Holy shit.” He repeats you in a softer, even more weak voice.

“Maybe we should forego the condoms more often.” You joke, barely even conscious at this point.

He whimpers just at the thought of it, using that 1 measly ounce of strength he has left to nod and peck you on the lips.

“I’d like that, a lot.”

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[springtyme]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐍𝐨 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 ♡

After having worked for the BAU for two years, you have seen and experienced a lot, but after a series of murders of young married couples, you’re asked to do something that you never had thought you would have to do; going undercover, as an expecting, married couple, with Spencer Reid.

Spencer Reid x reader || Series playlist || Main masterlist

Chapter 1 I’m Glad It’s You [5.8k]

Chapter 2 Teach Me A Thing Or Two

Chapter 3 White Picket Fence

Chapter 4 Know Me Crazy, Soothe Me Daily

More chapters to come

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[retroellie]

Mile-high club

Summary: After a month of not having sex, you decide to be bold with what you want from spencer. Stepping out of both your comfort zones due to complete sexual frustration.

A/N: This one is a bit rushed, but can y'all tell what my faviote spencer era is? Like i love long haired spencer i can not! Also yall... I just turned 19 :) So that's a little life update lmao. Anyways love and miss y'all!!

Warnings: NSFW, public sex and dirty talk

Word count: 5.4K

As with any other case, this case dragged on and on until you felt you were nothing but skin and bones. Cases always left you feeling so empty inside, always so bleak... it always took you a bit to come back to your natural self. The first rule of being a part of the FBI is never to take it personally, don't take it to heart. But how could you not? You're inviting yourself into these people's lives, picking apart their brains, and using that to your advantage. You knew it was for the best but that didn't mean you had to like it.

You were doing what you normally did after cases, drinking hot tea on the jet aching for the sweet release of sleep. This time, however, you weren't aching for sleep. This entire week there was a thought always in the back of your mind, you weren't sure why it was this case specifically but for some reason, the thought lingered. Spencer... You felt yourself heating up every time around him, focusing only on his hands when he was showing you paperwork or squeezing your thighs together as you watched his hips. You had never been the needy one in the relationship, it has always been Spencer... but something about him now left you hungry. You racked it off to just you being hormonal, but you knew it was because Spencer's hands hadn't been on you for a while. Back-to-back cases like these always left no time to get down with Spencer... one downside to this job among many.

Even now, while sitting on the jet, you could only look at him. Emily and JJ were talking about god knows what, while you started across the jet to see your little Spencer. He was reading, his hands so delicately following as he read... His hair had gotten long, almost touching his shoulders now. You had gotten real used to pulling on it, sometimes subconsciously doing it as you hugged him. You started to think about how he looked last time you made him whimper, the picture burnt into your brain as you slid yourself up and down until he begged you to stop. "too much...." was all he could muster up, his wrist rubbing against the rope as he so badly wanted to reach up to touch you.

"You hear Y/N?" You heard a voice say, your heart dropping as you whipped your head towards it.

The voice belonged to Emily, her eyebrow raised as she wondered what you were thinking. She could see that something was up and not just because she was a profiler. Anyone who could see how you were looking at Spencer could see exactly how you were feeling, sexually frustrated. The way you gripped onto your coffee mug, and bit the inside of your lip roughly... basically eye fucked Spencer. Obviously, you could never tell Emily how you were thinking about Spencer being so pussy drunk that it physically hurt him. So you just sent a smile over to her, brought your tea to your lips, and nodded.

"Yeah! Sorry..." You kept the grin on your face, your embarrassment getting the best of you as you began to become flustered. "Just a bit distracted today."

You flicked your eyes between my cup and Emily, not wanting to make too much eye contact in the state you were in, your state being extremely turned on. It was gross to even admit, but even just looking at Spencer... your body reacted. Emily looked over at JJ, shooting her a look. You caught onto this, but not sure what that look even meant. JJ just chuckled softly, shifting herself in her chair. You looked between them, feeling as though you were left out of a really funny inside joke of theirs. Emily looked back at you, giving you a smirk.

"I can see that..." She leaned back in her chair, hands placed on her stomach as she read your confusion. "Been a while?"

Her words confused you, not sure what she meant by that. You now started feeling like you were the butt of the joke, feeling like you did in high school when girls would giggle behind you. "Been a while." Could mean anything, has it been a while since you showered? Has it been a while since you ate? Has it been a while since you went to a concert? The possibilities were endless yet Emily still expected an answer. You furrowed your brows, cocking your head to the side.

"What?" You asked, genuinely needing an explanation before you could even answer her question. Emily chuckled once again, looking back at Spencer before huddling herself closer to you as if she had to tell you a huge secret.

"You and Spencer?" That was all she said.

Your heart dropped, was Emily a mind reader? or were you just that frustrated that it was written on your skin? Her words made you think, however, how long has it been? It was definitely before this case and the one before it... then there was that 4-day conference y'all were forced to attend, well then that one week you got your period and didn't feel like doing anything but laying in bed... You would say it's been a good month, maybe a little more. This was definitely not normal for you two, sex was like food to the two of you. It was y'alls way to destress from cases, it became so normal to go home after a long case and bang it out. Trust and believe this drought had been taking a toll on you, you were so horny that you could start humping Spencer's leg at any moment, just like a dog in heat.

You hesitated to answer, not wanting to cross that boundary with Emily but also not wanting to be humiliated. You were the more private person when it came to the BAU, you would come in and do your work... that's it. Obviously, you were a part of the BAU family, you knew everyone's business and you would hang out with them outside of work. But you were a mystery to everyone there, well except Spencer, he had quite literally known you inside and out. As of right now though, you were frustrated and in need of a rant so that boundary didn't exist for you today.

"Is it that noticeable?" You said sarcastically, scoffing as you did so. You hated the feeling of being easily read, but the frustration was sloshing around inside you so it was only a matter of time before the people around you figured it out. Emily chuckled softly, looking over at JJ before she spoke.

"I mean you have been grouchy, you're not focused, and well..." Emily paused, she was now reading you like a book. "You've been undressing Spencer with your eyes this entire trip."

You wanted to melt into the ground, and let the worms use your flesh as food. You were embarrassed, completely and utterly ashamed of her words. You were acting like a starved man, only able to focus on the mere thought of food... like a complete glutton-driven man. You never really knew how much you needed sex, you started to wonder if you always had this need deep inside you. You remember before Spencer, you went months without an orgasm and was perfectly fine. Maybe it was Spencer, maybe his cock switched something on inside your pussy... or maybe other men hadn't been doing it right.

You felt your cheeks heat up but at the same time, your body ran cold. All you could do was watch as Emily snickered at your reaction, like your embarrassment was the funniest thing she had ever seen. You were much younger than Emily and JJ, you were newer to this world and newer to sex than they were. Trust and believe that both women have had their share of droughts, so this is not new to them. They weren't trying to embarrass you or make you feel you needed to be ashamed. No, they just found it amusing that you were so blinded to the fact you were so obvious with your motives. Let's just say your subtle touches and comments towards Spencer weren't so subtle.

"I just..." You start, your voice sounding as though you were pouting and honestly... you were pouting. "It used to be every day! Every night, after work... like clockwork! But this stupid fucking job is getting in the way of us, I mean sex is how we communicate!"

Your voice is rising, alerting the sleeping Derek who sat right behind you. He was too tired to even comprehend what you were talking about, which surprised you because he always teased you and Spencer about your sex life. The girls didn't laugh this time, only watched as you looked like you were going crazy. They didn't realize how upset you were about this, this felt it went far beyond sex to you. It did in some sense, as said before you and Spencer were always having sex so if there was no sex happening... there was no and him happening either. This could turn into a therapy session, you could cry about how you felt ignored and put aside but it wasn't that at all... you were just so horny for Spencer, this frustration building up and ready to burst. JJ sighed softly, patting you on the shoulder.

"I get it... I mean we get it." She points between her and Emily, shooting Emily a smile. "Y/N... You need to have sex or you're going to go insane."

Emily nods, agreeing with JJ's clear over-exaggeration. You felt like you were already going insane, you couldn't do anything without the thought of Spencer's cock down your throat completely eliminating your focus. So although it was clear JJ was being dramatic about it, you felt it was pretty accurate for the feeling inside you. You let out a sigh, pushing your hair back as you leaned back in your chair. You have been at this job for 4 years, and insanity came with the job, so this feeling of complete and utter insanity due to not having sex was killing you simply because it was so new to you.

"Trust me, I know." Was all you said, biting your lip softly as your eyes flicked over to Spencer once more.

He was now leaning back in his chair, his thighs slightly opened as his hands were placed on them delicately. He was looking out the window, watching the clouds go by as the sun started to set. You couldn't help but look at his veiny hands placed so pretty on his thighs, you suddenly gained tunnel vision and your eyes started to outline his cock. Spencer sensed you looking at him, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as he turned his head. He made eye contact with you, sending you a soft smile. Talk about the straw that broke the camel's back, that opened the floodgates inside of you.

"You know what you should do?" JJ asked, trying to get your attention, and in only milliseconds... she had it. "You need to make him want it, it's what I used to do with Will all the time when I was pregnant, and believe me pregnancy hormones are no joke."

How does one go about making someone want them? You were no stranger in the teasing scene, it was your favorite thing to do with Spencer. But you haven't even had 2 seconds to tease him since the drought started, so you were a bit out of practice. Spencer would usually be a puddle on the floor you stepped on in seconds when you teased him, but he was so stressed that he couldn't tell his ass from his head sometimes. You were more than willing to know how JJ did it, and how she made men want her in times of desperation. 

"How?" You ask, feeling slightly more embarrassed by your sudden confusion. JJ thinks for a second, looking over at Emily for her to pitch in at any moment.

"There's many ways to do it, all people are different Y/N" Emily chuckled, looking over at JJ who was still thinking about how she even managed to seduce Will like she did. "My advice is just be overly affectionate with him, you know? Touch him more, show a little more skin, laugh louder... Just make it known, be loud with it."

You took in her words, especially the "make it known" and "be loud with it". You felt you could do that, with how frustrated you had become you could see yourself screaming for him to just fuck you. It would be a bit hard because Spencer is kind of not good with social cues, if you try to flirt with him sometimes, he just throws statistics your way. You repeated the words "make it known" in your head, how could you make it known... at that moment as you repeated it in your head like a mantra, you had such a devilish idea. Your hands almost started shaking due to excitement, the feeling taking over your body as you went to speak.

"I can do that..." You said with a smile, standing up from your seat and fixing your shirt. "I need to use the restroom, be right back."

You basically ran to the bathroom, zooming past Spencer who was quite confused at your sudden rush. You locked yourself in the small bathroom, the excitement taking over your body as you could see yourself start doing handstands due to excitement. You pulled out your phone, setting yourself on the small counter sink as you started to pull your shirt off. You weren't sure how to do this, your nerves getting the best of you as you clicked on your camera. You had no time to think, you just pulled your shirt off and aimed your camera at your chest.

The first one was more of a softcore nude, only in your bra as your hand laid on your chest. You took a couple of pictures with your bra on, then you clicked through them, deleting the ones you didn't like. You would've stopped there but you wanted to go the extra mile, you were "being loud" with it as Emily would say. You pulled your bra off, watching it fall to the floor, the nerves in your stomach only fooling you to go further. You pointed the camera at your chest, snapping a couple of pictures. Again, you weren't good at this... you never claimed to be, so you took pictures from multiple angles and positions. Some you were squeezing them together, some you weren't.... you weren't a model or a photographer so you were working with what you had.

You finished, hopping down from the sink and putting your clothes back on. You sat on the lidded toilet, scrolling through the pictures as you picked the ones you would send. You were nervous to say the least, you knew it was just Spencer but you had never taken sex outside of the bedroom before. This was new, this was scary... this was so arousing. You clicked on Spencer's name, his name being "spencie poop" In your phone, you clicked on the pictures you wanted and hovered over the send button. Would this work? what if he isn't into it as much as you are? What were you even doing?

"Make it known. be loud with it." You repeated in your head, closing your eyes before clicking the send button. It took only seconds for it to send the anticipation building in your stomach. You decided to stay sitting in the toilet for a little longer, getting yourself together before you faced the world behind the small bathroom door. You knew Spencer wouldn't see the pictures until later on, knowing that he always put his phone on silent as he hated technology, especially when it interrupted his reading time. You wondered how he would react, knowing that Spencer didn't know how to react to most things. You wouldn't be surprised if Spencer sent you a thumbs up and a message saying how pretty you look, you weren't sure this would even work in your favor.

You gathered yourself, breathing in and out before you stood up to leave the bathroom. As you reached for the door, there was a small knock on it. You assumed it was someone who needed to use the bathroom, you had been in there for a good 15 minutes before you decided to leave. You reached for the door, opening it... Your heart dropped, your entire body went hot and your underwear became wetter than before. It was Spencer, his face was bright red and his hands shook softly. He didn't give you time to even open the door all the way before he barged into the small bathroom with you, shutting and locking the door behind you.

"Are you crazy?" He whispered, hoping no one else saw him or heard him come in. You were pressed against the sink, Spencer pressed against you as the small bathroom was not made for two. "Are you trying to get me in trouble? what if someone had seen?"

Spencer looked upset but his hard cock against your stomach gave his true feelings away. Spencer could never be mad at you, you knew this and you took advantage of it often. Unfortunately, Spencer was very by the books, he followed all the rules but when it came to you... rules didn't exist. So he wasn't actually upset about the pictures, he was just frustrated you decided to send them now. While Hotch was sitting right next to him, a clear shot of his phone and everything. You bit your lip softly, your eyes being pulled toward his cock rubbing against your belly, there was no hiding that in this small compact area.

"Seems like you liked them.." You teased softly, chuckling out as you looked up at him with doe eyes.

Spencer could have come then and there, your innocence creating a deep desire within him. He let out a sigh, his breath panning across your face as he did so smelling of coffee and mint. You brought your hand up to his tie, fiddling with it softly as you stood on your tiptoes, trying to come face-to-face with him. Spencer's breath hitched as your lips brushed his own, his mind going foggy and forgetting where he was in the moment... Something inside him though reminded him, the small voice in the back of his head telling him this was a bad idea and the team was only feet away from you both. As you started to undo his belt, He grabbed onto your shoulders, pushing you back softly.

"Y/N, that was extremely inappropriate..." He said sternly, trying not to give in to your pleading eyes. "Hotch was right next to me an..."

His words were cut off by your hand grasping his cock softly. In the short time, he had been scolding you, you managed to stuff your hand down his pants, Spencer was far too focused on trying to not give into your motives he didn't even realize. Spencer became putty just then, your hand rubbing his cock slowly cutting his iq down by 100. You knew this was also a horrible idea, I mean were you really going to let your twisted, horny mind risk your job? The answer was, yes... yes you were. If it meant that Spencer would be inside of you, then you would do anything.

"I know baby... I've been so bad." You whispered out, your hand still wrapped around his cock. You fluttered your eyes up at him, watching as his ability to control himself slowly disappeared. "But I had to! it's been so long, you have me all worked up and it's starting to hurt."

You rub his cock softly, his own eyes fluttering shut as you turn him into putty. Spencer hadn't even realized how long it had been, he didn't have much time to think about anything but work nowadays. He didn't realize it until he almost came in your hand just from a few pumps. His body had heated up, his cheeks red as you slid your thumb across his tip. His head was foggy but he still couldn't get past the thought that his boss was just outside the small bathroom you both had been in. He stiffened himself up again, putting a hand on your wrist.

"Y/N, the team is inches away from us." He spoke, pulling your hands from his pants and doing up his belt again. "I promise you I will let you do whatever when we get home to make up for these last couple of weeks okay?"

Trust and believe that it took Spencer his entire self-control to say no to you, especially after seeing those pictures. Your half-naked body, the way you looked up at the camera for him. He wasn't sure if he would be able to get his cock to soften after knowing those pictures existed, he knew this was going to be a long trip home. He struggled with getting his belt looped, his hands shook so vigorously that they were no help to him. You finally reached your hand out to stop his hands, reaching up to lift his head to look up at you.

"Spencer, if you tell me to stop right now... I will." You spoke, you were frustrated and it was so obvious you both needed this. "I will stop and we can walk out of here like nothing happened okay? I just need you to say "I want this to stop." and that's it, I'll stop. But all i need is 5 minutes, I'll get us both off and no one will even notice.``

Spencer thought for a moment, seeing how serious you were. He knew you would never force him to do anything, so he knew if he really did tell you to stop, you would. but he really didn't want you to stop, his "professional FBI agent" side told him to stop but his "love drunk" side didn't want you to stop. All he could think about was your pictures and how uncomfortable this boner was going to be for the rest of the plane ride if he didn't just flat-out fuck you.

He tried to calculate just how far away the team was from the two of you and what the chances of them hearing the two of you were. He came up with it being 72% they won't hear the two of you, due to the fact the bathroom is a bit insulated and most of the team liked to sit far from the bathroom. You could see him doing this math in his head just by the look on his face, you chuckled to yourself knowing this was a complete Spencer Reid thing. Spencer struggled internally, both his logical and hormonal sides butting heads just as he looked down at you with those pretty doe eyes you kept giving him. Spencer was going to burst, the month of no sex finally catching up to him all at once.

"Fuck it..." He said right before crashing his lips onto yours.

Now Spencer Reid must have really been frustrated as he never used words like that, but something about you just sent him over the edge each time. You kissed him back immediately, his hands kept your mouth on him as his tongue slid into your mouth. It was all so fast-paced, just like you said it would be... you just needed five minutes. You reached down to his half-done belt and started undoing it once more, trying to focus on his lips and your hands at the same time. Spencer was so completely engulfed in the kiss that he couldn't even contemplate helping you at all, he just pressed you against the sink hinting at you to hop on it.

You positioned yourself on the sink, Spencer's hands going to your ass to prevent you from falling into it. You finally got his pants undone, pulling them down so only his cock could bounce free causing a soft groan to fall from his lips. You smirked softly into the kiss, feeling just as hard he had gotten just from your little "fight".

"Really liked them huh?" You said through the kiss, Spencer just kissed you harder trying to get you to shut up.

You just laughed softly, your hands now going to your own pants to take them off. You struggled with your pants, trying to keep Spencer's mouth satisfied with your mouth while also trying to get out of your very tight pants. Spencer noticed this, pulling away from you to help you slide your pants down your thighs and watching them bunch up on your ankles. As soon as they were out of the way, Spencer didn't even bother with your panties, he just pushed them to the side and slid himself into you.

"Fuc.." Was all he could get out before he stuffed his face into your neck, silencing his moans that were bound to come out.

Your eyes immediately rolled to the back of your head, gripping onto his shoulders for support. You felt whole again, his cock sliding inside of you like it never left. Spencer didn't sit still for long before he started thrusting inside of you, his hands gripping your hips roughly. Spencer's thrust started rough and fast, taking your word for it only taking 5 minutes. To avoid suspicion and losing your job, you both needed to hurry up and get off.

You couldn't help but get lost in the feeling, finally after weeks of needing to be fucked and it's actually happening plus the feeling of getting caught only added to the pleasure. You thrust back into Spencer, lifting your hips off the counter just to slam your own hips into his. It went like this for minutes, both of you breathing heavily and using each other's bodies to get off. Suddenly you felt a knot inside of your form, your hands moving up to his hair to pull on it to alert him.

"Gonna cum... fuck gonna cum." You whispered into his ear, as his face was still stuffed between your neck and your shoulder. He was afraid if he replied, he was going to not be able to control the moans that came from his throat.

He just thrusted faster, his hand coming up to rest on the mirror as you both were being pushed further and further up onto the sink so the faucet was almost digging into your back. He let out a couple of soft whimpers as his thrust became sloppier, his eyes tearing up as his cock twitched. He'd never come this fast before, only besides the first few times you both had fucked, but this was a record and it was clear he had become so backed up that this was definitely needed.

He came first, coating the inside of your walls with his hot cum, fucking himself through his own orgasm as well as coaxing you to your own. You came only moments later, the feeling of his warm breath on your neck and his hot cum inside of you... you broke. You came with a soft moan and your nails digging into his shoulders. It wasn't the best orgasm he had ever given you but it was so needed, it felt like you had been given water after days of dehydration.

As said before, you needed to be quick so after a few seconds of recovering from ecstasy, you both were pulling your clothes back on. It felt dirty in a way, aftercare, and soft kisses weren't a luxury you had at the moment. You watched as he pulled his pants back on, once again struggling with his belt. You realized how lighter and rested he looked now like the quickie was the thing he was missing his entire life. You chuckled softly, moving your hands down to his belt to help him loop it through.

"Guess we just joined the mile-high club huh?" You smirked up at him, his face still red with lust. Spencer chuckled softly, watching as your hands fixed his belt.

Spencer was almost embarrassed that he allowed you to sit high and dry for almost a month straight, he hadn't even thought of touching you that entire time. Although his mind had been elsewhere the entire time, it still felt wrong for a person to completely deny you of anything. Spencer felt he needed sex as much as you did, something he would have never thought he would ever need. He now understands why Morgan is the way he is, the constant need to feel that closeness to someone... to feel so vulnerable, especially in a job where vulnerability is a weakness. You noticed that Spencer had been in his head again, he always just had that look to him.

"You okay?" You asked, your hands now fixing his hair slightly. "I didn't push a boundary did i?"

Spencer shook his head almost immediately, the feeling of any discomfort so far away it wasn't even there. Spencer felt completely comfortable with you, even if it was such a weird situation to be in. He just got into his own head a lot, letting his mind wander and making up all kinds of assumptions about things. The assumption on his mind right now was that maybe having a healthy, functioning relationship in this field was almost impossible. You both hadn't had a single conversation that wasn't about a case or coffee or anything that didn't involve the office, in weeks. Could you both go on like that or are you both destined to just have quickies in the jet bathroom for the rest of your careers.

"No! Of course not!" He breathed out, basking in your soft hands touching his face softly, something you had done to comfort him. "Just wanted to say sorry for being so distant lately, didn't know you were feeling this...ignored?"

He wasn't sure what the right word to use was and honestly, you didn't know either. You weren't actually angry with him, just frustrated especially when your only kind of stress release was coming home and fucking him till he cried. You continued to rub his cheek softly with your thumb, pushing his hair back from his face.

"I'm not mad honey." You chuckled, trying to reassure him that he did nothing wrong. "Just please start checking in with me okay? So the feelings don't build up and we have to risk our jobs again."

Your joke caused Spencer to crack a smile, his laugh filling the small bathroom. He nodded, leaning down to set a soft kiss on your lips. The reality started to sit in however, you both just fucked on the job basically and the embarrassment and shame were written all over both of you. You both had only been gone for 15ish minutes so it was going to be an easy lie to come up with, you'll probably blame it on your motion sickness that you actually feel often on the jet. You both agreed on a story, you had gotten sick and asked Spencer to hold your hair back, easy enough. You went to open the door, taking a breath before facing your team again.

"Hey y/n?" Spencer spoke, stopping you in your tracks before you opened the door. You gave him your full attention, turning to see his eyes once again filled the lust. "I did like them...You should definitely start, you know I'm...Sending them more often."

You let out a soft chuckle, rolling your eyes before walking out of the bathroom. You both nonchalantly went back to your seats, as if nothing happened. JJ and Emily were talking about something when you got back, completely lost in conversation to realize what had just happened. You looked around at everyone, trying to see an inch of disgust or knowing on their faces. Fortunately, everyone was oblivious to the events that happened in the bathroom so you could relax in your seat. You tried to listen in on JJ and Emily's conversation, putting your two cents in here and there but your eyes kept flicking over to Spencer. He was now boring his eyes into your skin, making your body heat up once again. You could tell that what was supposed to be a simple quickie, was definitely not over yet and it was going to be a long trip home. 

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